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