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STORY # 02                           THE MASTER CHRIS COLLECTION
THE STORE MANAGER'S OFFICE
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     It is almost exactly a month after your first night of
training when I say, "Your training will continue tomorrow."
Your heart jumps and immediately you break into a sweat.  In
nothing flat, your pussy has already started to drip.  "Here are
your instructions.", I say.  I tell you to go to one of the
larger downtown department stores at noon the following day.  I
give you the name of the woman who is the general manager and
tell you to report to her.  Sleeping that night is almost
impossible.  You keep thinking of your last encounter and the
anticipation of what is to come is unbearable.  You take great
care dressing the next morning.  On the subway going downtown,
you are acutely aware of the draft going up your skirt directly
to your uncovered pussy and you are convinced that someone can
see through your blouse to your naked breasts.  Precisely at
noon, you announce yourself to the secretary of the woman.  She
tells you to follow her.  You are led into the plush office of
the general manager.  A severe but beautiful woman approximately
40 years old is behind the desk.  The secretary leads you to a
spot about ten feet before the desk.  The manager looks at you
and says, "Lift your skirt."  Your face turns beet red as you
reach down to pull the skirt up to your waist.  Both the manager
and the secretary stare at your brown curls for a moment.
"Remove all of your clothes.", says the general manager.
"Here!?", you squeak.  Anyone could come in at any time and you
are very nervous.  "Here", says the woman.  With trembling hands
you undo the buttons on your blouse and let it fall to the floor.
The skirt soon follows.  The secretary brings over six leather
straps that are all too familiar and attaches them to your
wrists, ankles and thighs.  The general manager reaches into her
desk and pulls out a small leather paddle.  She hands it to the
secretary and says, "Make sure that her bottom is warm to the
touch when you are finished."  She then leaves the room.  The
secretary attaches your wrist straps together and pulls you over
her knee on a chair in the middle of the room.  For the next few
minutes, the leather paddle falls on your bottom leaving it red
and hot.  When she is done, she has you stand in the corner of
the room, facing it.  You feel just like a little girl.  Your red
bottom is on display for anyone interested in looking.  Over the
next five minutes or so, you hear the door opening and closing
and people who can obviously see you coming in and out.  You are
sure that your face is at least as red as your bottom when the
general manager finally instructs you to approach her desk.  You
are placed on your back on her desk and your wrists, ankles and
thighs are attached to ropes so that you are completely exposed.
The woman touches your breasts first.  She gently caresses them
and alternately pinches them.  You watch and feel her pull the
nipple so the breast is pulled up and then let go.  The breast
falls back against your body and you moan.  After a moment or
two, your nipples are rock-hard.  The woman reaches down and
quickly attaches nipple clips to your breasts.  You gasp and
begin moving your hips.  The woman walks around in front of your
pussy and says, "Do you like the feeling of your nipples being
pinched?"  "Yes," you gasp, "It makes me hot."  The woman spreads
the lips of your pussy apart to verify that this is so.
"Perhaps," she says, "we shall one day pierce those big nipples
of yours with a gold ring."  You close your eyes at the thought
of your nipples being pierced.  You imagine at once the pain of
the piercing and the constant stimulation of your breasts.  You
feel the fingers of the woman at your pussy again.  You open your
eyes and she has a small pair of scissors and is quickly cutting
away your pubic hair.  "Please don't.", you say.  The woman's
eyes look like steel.  "If you speak again", she says, "you will
be severely punished."  You close your eyes, shamed that another
woman will soon see you as you were when you were ten years old.
In fact, over the next few minutes as the last of your pubic hair
is shaved off, you feel like a little girl whose body is subject
to adult supervision and control.  You open your eyes again as
the procedure finishes.  All of your pubic hair has been removed.
What the woman can see now is the puffed out lips of your pussy
and the full length of your slit.  She takes some baby oil and
slowly begins to massage it into your pussy.  The heat of your
pussy and her hand has you moaning and squirming on the table.
Reaching down, the woman grasps the lips of your pussy and
stretches them wide apart.  You are completely exposed to her.
She then touches the tip of your clitoris with the tip of her
tongue.  It is too much.  You start to come, moaning and bucking
your hips into her face.  A moment later you are detached and,
after dressing, sent on your way.  As you leave her office, you
feel the eyes of the other office workers on you and you are sure
that they know what has been done to you.  You are grateful when
the doors to the elevator firmly close behind you and you know
that the second phase of your training is over.