At age 17, Crissy is the only one of my sex-slaves old enough to have a driver's license. So I tell her to get the Mercedes limo out and bring it to the front of the house. She knows that this means she is to dress in her chauffeur's uniform, of ultra-short black mini-skirt, thigh-high black patent boots with 3" heels, and a black jacket to go over her white lace demi-bra and sheer shirt. Of course, she is still not permitted to wear any panties, as I might at any time want access to her tasty charms.
Today I want to go shopping, and I think I will take young Steven with me to help Crissy carry the packages. I decide to dress him in tight black leather pants that will hold his perpetual erection straight up so that the tip of his penis pokes up above the waistband. But I am not a cruel mistress, and don't want to embarrass him unduly, so I allow him a long silk Errol Flynn fencing shirt that will hide his delightful pee-pee from public view.
As usual when I am going out, I have Toni and Amanda dress me in a conservative grey suit with a knee-length skirt. I permit them a few liberties with my breasts as they make sure they are in my bra just right, and allow them a lick or two at my inner thighs while they smooth the stockings up my legs.
I instruct Crissy to head for my favorite lingerie outlet. She knows the way well. Then I get in the back of the car with Steven, and the powerful engine whisks us away. Idly I lift his shirt and toy with the drop of pre-cum that forms on his piss-slit. I rub the fluid all around the head of his lovely cock, listening to his moans of pleasure.
I know he wants me to make him cum, but I have other things in mind. When Crissy expertly swings into a parking place near our destination, I reluctantly lower Steven's shirt, and lick his slightly salty taste from my fingers.
Flanked by my two young slaves, I enter the most exclusive (and expensive!) lingerie store in town. The manager looks up and instantly recognizes both me and Crissy, even though she has never seen Steven before. "Good morning, Gloria! How can we help you today?"
"Is Laura on duty today?" I ask about my favorite salesperson in the store.
"Of course! Laura! Please take Miss Gloria to dressing room number 1!"
Laura comes forward from the back of the store. She is over 6 feet tall, with long wavy red hair and a few freckles on her pale Irish skin. She greets me with a big hug, and kisses me slowly and thoroughly, before we all head toward the large plush dressing room.
I take my seat on the Louis XVI chair and get right to the point. "Laura, this is my new servant Steven, and I need a complete new wardrobe for him. So far I've been forced to dress him mostly in my girls' undies, but I need a look that's just for him. Crissy, please remove Steven's clothing." Young Steven looks almost frightened as Crissy pulls the shirt over his head, and Laura stares at his exposed prick. Then Crissy unzips his trousers and pulls them down his young legs. She can't resist taking a lick as his erection falls out to point right at her face. I turn to the sales clerk, "Laura, I suggest that you measure Steven very carefully to be sure you bring us only things that will fit his special requirements."
Laura is clearly amazed at the size of Steven's proud prong, as she pulls a measuring tape out of the pocket of her smock. She bends over in front of him, stretching the tape out the length of his cock. The sight is too much for me to resist. What is this tall gorgeous redhead wearing under her professional uniform? There is only one way to find out. I rise from my chair and glide silently over to where she is now wrapping the tape around Steven's proud prick, measuring its circumference. I lift the hem of her dress, and find that she is wearing a tiny thong of bright green lace.
Normally I would not permit any of my sex slaves to wear such a garment, since I insist on only crotchless panties or none at all, but perhaps I might make an exception for my first and only boy. I begin to pull the miniscule garment down Laura's long, lanky legs, and am greeted by the succulent aroma of her sex. Laura is clearly getting turned on by her chance to handle Steven's lovely penis; and she makes no move to resist my theft of her slutty little undergarment. In fact, she steps out of it as soon as the scrap of cloth reaches her ankles.
Laura clearly deserves a reward for letting me strip her of her most intimate apparel, so I turn and make a motion to my lovely Crissy. She is my most experienced sex slave, and instantly understands that I want her to kneel and jab her tongue into Laura's pale young ass. Laura squirms with delight, for Crissy is an excellent bum-sucker, but sticks to her task of measuring young Steven's hips.
"I think this thong might look rather nice on Steven." I suggest as I hand the bit of lace to Laura. It is slightly scented with her own pussy juice, but that just adds to the eroticism of the moment. Obedient to my desire, she offers the thong for Steven to step into, and of course he is quick to do so. A moment later, Laura has lifted her own lacy thong up to Steven's crotch, and it looks delightfully ridiculous. His always-excited penis thrusts over the waistband of the totally inadequate garment, while his testicles hang down out of one of the leg-holes.
I think the total effect is quite charming. Steven's always-erect staff will allow him to wear the whole range of skimpy ladies' undergarments, without any fear of them hiding his finest sexual attribute. I walk around behind him, cupping the cheeks of his young little ass in my hand, as I check the fit of the thong running down his crack. Meanwhile, Laura has given up any pretense of professionalism, and is avidly sucking my slave's massive member.
Cissy's talented tongue is not idle either, as she slurps her way from Laura's bum-hole to her clit, and every place in between. I watch in approval as the sales girl cums on my slut's face, and my boy-slave erupts into the redhead's eager mouth. "Laura," I address the tall Irish girl, "I quite like the look of Steven sticking out in all directions from that thong. Why don't you go and find 15 or 20 styles to make up his wardrobe, all in small size, of course."
I return to the gilt Rococo chair, and relax for a moment, admiring the sight of Steven's perpetual erection thrusting out over the elastic of Laura's thong. "Crissy!" I command, "I need your special talents, NOW!" I raise my legs and drape my knees over the chair-arms, exposing my pussy to my slave's ever-eager mouth. Crissy crawls across the floor of the plush dressing room to begin to administer her special skill to my yearning pussy.
Steven looks around uncertainly, unsure of what he is supposed to do next. But his hard cock sticking out over the bit of green lace leave no doubt in my mind. "Steven!" I bark at him, "Crissy will do a much better job of sucking my pussy if you are fucking her from behind, so get to it!" My boy-slave is only too happy to oblige, since Crissy has a marvelous muscular cunt, developed by years of my special training to be as tight as a ten-year-old.
Crissy is doing an excellent job of slurping away at my clitty, surging against me as Steven bangs away at her from behind, when Laura re-enters. She is holding an armful of skimpy little nothings. They look to me like they might possibly be just right for my boy. "Cum here!" I say to my favorite sales girl. "Just stand over Crissy's head, and let me unzip your smock." Laura moves quickly to do my bidding, and I practically tear her uniform off her. She is wearing a bra that is as flimsy as the thong I so recently pulled off her.
My lips close on the sales-girl's firm young tits, biting her nipples through the lace. She gasps, and pulls my face harder against my chest. I slide two fingers up inside her dripping pussy, and continue to suckle at her breasts until Crissy brings me to a massive climax. "Laura?" I ask, "Can you find us a triple-A cup padded training bra for Steven?"
Laura looks upset, "I'm sorry, Miss Gloria, but we don't carry anything like that. But I could have something custom-made for him. Would you prefer satin-lycra, or maybe Venetian stretch lace?"
"Do both of them." I tell her. "And maybe something in rubber. I don't want to get carried away, so just put in enough padding to give him tiny little titties. Could you deliver them to..."
"Mmmmmmmpphhhh!" I am interrupted as Crissy screams her delight into my pussy. I have been so busy talking to Laura that I had neglected to order Steven to stop fucking her after I had cum on her face. And Crissy, being the avid young fuck-slut she is, has been dutifully licking up every last little bit of my sex fluids from my pussy and my thighs.
"Ok, that's enough, Steven!" I look around at him past Laura's lovely body, and he obediently withdraws his cock from Crissy's cunt. Then I return my attention to the ravishing redhead before me. "You deserve a reward for giving your panties to my boy. What position do you want him in?"
Laura smiles eagerly down at me, "Could you make Crissy lie down on the floor and 69 with me while he takes me from behind?" I immediately order my slaves to grant her request, and they scramble to obey. Laura plunges her face into Crissy's sweet shaven snatch as Steven positions himself behind her ass. He guides his cock into the sales girl and begins to stroke her long and hard.
Once, twice, a third time he rams into her before I command them to "Stop! That's enough! You can finish fucking Laura when she brings your new brassieres to the house!" Laura looks frustrated, but I am sure she will bring Steven's new lingerie soon.