Saturday April 25 - The day I started my new Job
Next morning I wanted to impress Jon, and I was ready and 
shaved before 10:00 am, wearing only my coat and shoes. I 
decided that too much Ben would wear me out before I had 
stated the day. Also, my head was a little delicate after the 
drinks the night before. When the door bell rang, I took my coat 
off and answered the door. I wanted to please Jon, and it was 
only when I opened the door and saw Jon and one of my 
neighbours passing by, that I thought maybe that that wasn't a 
good idea. Jon looked me up and down, put his hand on my 
pubes, said, "Good, you remembered," and came in. He had a 
quick look round, then said, "Coat on and pick up your bags and 
let's go." 

The journey didn't take anywhere as long by car as it did by 
bus, and we were soon at Jon's house. Once in, he told me to 
bring everything into the lounge, and that he would inspect 
everything to see if I were permitted to have it in his house. I 
was glad that he had left his central heating on as I had to 
'model' every item of clothing that I had, changing right there in 
front of him. As the 'parade' went on, I knew that I was getting 
wet, and I could see a bulge in his trousers. About three 
quarters of my clothes were 'unsuitable', and were to be 
thrown-out. 

This left we with no underwear, trousers, shorts, tights or 
leggings. I was then told to 'assume the position' whilst Jon 
read me the rules again. This time there were more rules than 
the last time :-

The rules

Smoking will not be permitted under any circumstances.
Unless specifically directed to, you will be expected to 
wear dresses or skirts at all times. Trousers, shorts, 
leggings or tights will not be tolerated. 
Stockings, either self supporting or with a suspender belt 
are acceptable.
All clothes purchased or hand made will be approved by 
me before being worn.
Unless specifically directed, underwear will not be worn.
You will wear tampons when you have your period.
Spankings will be administered by means of hand, 
paddle, tawse, cane, or any other item deemed 
appropriate at the time.
Body hair will be removed every day.
Legs will not be crossed whilst in Jon's presence, unless 
specifically directed to do so.
Clothing will not me adjusted whilst in Jon's presence 
unless, specifically directed to do so.
You will get 2 days off each week - Monday and Tuesday, 
unless previously agreed differently.
At most, you will wear only a dress and shoes when 
working.
Whenever you have had enough, and wish to stop, you 
will say the phrase 'chocolate teapot' 3 times. Once you 
have, you will no-longer be employed by me, and you 
will be expected to leave the premises within twenty four 
hours.
Your employer reserves the rights to change these rules 
at any time. 

Jon then asked me if I was happy to continue, "Yes Master" I 
replied. He then asked me how my Journal was coming along. I 
went to get it and showed him that it was written-up until the 
previous night. I was then told that I was not expected to write 
something in it every day, just for the days that had something 
of any significance in them. He also told me that he would teach 
me how to use his PC so that I could use that. This pleased me 
as I had had very little training on computers at school. Jon also 
said that once my journal was on his PC it would be easier for 
him to publish it, that didn't please me too much. It's one thing 
keeping a journal that's private (well between Jon and me), but 
it's something completely different having it available for 
everyone in the world to read.

My first task was to prepare a late lunch. After that, it was on 
with my coat and we went to look for some more 'suitable' 
clothes. We wandered round a few clothes shops, but didn't see 
anything that Jon liked. Eventually, we headed for the dress 
shop that we had the fun in the previous Saturday. I was happy 
to see that the assistant was the same one, and that she was 
still the only staff person there. The shop was also empty. The 
smile on the assistant's face told me that she was happy to see 
us as well. As we started looking through the racks I thought 
about what type of dress Jon was looking for. I guessed that 
they had to be short, thin and easily accessible. Jon selected a 
couple for me before I found anything, and handed them to me 
to try on. I went into the changing cubicle and took my coat off. 
I couldn't see the point in closing the curtain, as I was sure that 
Jon would open it again. I picked-up the first one, it was made 
of cheesecloth, and was fitted round my shoulders and breasts, 
but from below my breasts it just went out in a big inverted 'V' 
shape. If I just stood there, there was nothing touching my 
body from just below my breasts down, and I was sure that if 
the light was in the right direction, anyone would be able to 
see-through it. Jon said that he liked it, but was too long. "Not a 
problem Master" I said, "I will shorten it, what length would you 
like it to be?" Jon said that all my dresses were to be no longer 
than 5 inches below my pussy, unless he specifically said so. 

Just as I was taking the dress over my head, the shop assistant 
came over with another couple of dresses, and asked Jon if he 
liked them. Jon held each one up in turn, then said that his 
Slave needed something that displayed her assets, and that was 
very short. Whilst he was saying this, the assistant was looking 
at me standing there listening to Jon. When Jon stopped talking 
she just stood there, and Jon had to snap his fingers to bring 
her out of her trance. I took the second dress and held it up. At 
first I though that it was a denim dress, but when I looked 
closer, it was a dungarees dress. It was obviously designed to 
have a T-shirt on underneath, because when I put it on, I could 
see all the sides of my breasts in the mirror, and Jon had 
obviously picked a size too big for me because the waist was 
way too big. If I looked down the inside, I could see all of my 
legs and down to the ground. Jon liked this one, but again it 
was too long for him. Just as I was taking the dress off, the 
assistant returned with another 2 dresses and asked if she could 
help me try them on. When Jon said, "Yes," she told me that 
her name was Kelly, and asked me what my name was. After I 
told her, Kelly held them up and asked "which one first." There 
was one white lycra one, and one black lacy one. I pointed to 
the lycra one and Kelly gave it to me, and then hung-up the 
black one. As I started to pull it over my head, I was finding it a 
bit difficult. Kelly noticed this and said that she had brought one 
a size too small deliberately, so that it really showed my assets. 
Jon smiled approvingly. Kelly helped me pull the dress down, 
and as she was doing so, her hands were lightly sliding all over 
me. The lycra was so thin that it almost felt as if I had nothing 
on, I could certainly see the dark of my nipples through it. I just 
stood there as her hands wandered all over. After a minute or 
so, Kelly looked at Jon and said, "May I?"  "Be my guest, but 
hands only" he said. Kelly's hands moved down to my thighs 
and then back up under the dress. They went all over my ass 
then right into the crease of my arse. Her right hand came 
round my front and found my pussy which was by now getting 
very wet. Before the previous Saturday I had never has any 
form of sex with another woman. Last weekend had been sort 
of accidental, but this time it was very deliberate, Jon was 
encouraging it, and I was enjoying it, even though I was a little 
nervous, after all, this was a public shop. Kelly's left hand was 
working its way into my arse, and her right hand was working 
on my clit, and going in and out of my vagina. 

All 3 of us were so engrossed it what was going on, that non of 
us noticed a women about my age come in and start going 
through the clothes on the racks. For some strange reason, I 
think that I was the one that noticed her first. Well if I wasn't 
then Jon and / or Kelly had decided to ignore her. She came 
round the end of a rack, stopped dead and looked straight at 
me. There I was, dress up round my waist, another woman 
stood beside me with fingers from one hand in my arse, and the 
fingers from the other in my pussy. I was too far gone to even 
care who was looking, but the fact that some stranger was 
looking was giving me an extra kick. Anyway. this woman was 
looking at me, and I was looking at her. After a minute or two, 
her hands started to rub her stomach and her tongue was 
licking her lips. All of a sudden, she was gone, don't know why, 
and I didn't really care, I was getting my pleasure from Kelly. It 
wasn't long before I gave a shudder as I orgasmed. Kelly looked 
me in the eyes and said, "Now you to me." I looked at Jon and 
he nodded, so I started running my hands over Kelly's dress. 
She wasn't wearing a bra either, and her nipples were nearly as 
big as mine. I pinched and pulled them with my fingers before 
moving my hands down to her stomach and then under her 
dress to her thighs. As I moved up I came across material and 
looked and saw a thong. As I rubbed her pussy outside the 
thong, my fingers got wet. I pulled the thong aside and set to 
work. Kelly came a lot quicker than I did. After we had both 
calmed down a bit, I pulled my dress down as far as I could, 
went out of the cubicle and asked Jon if he liked it. He told me 
to bend down which I did, and the dress rode up over my ass. 
When I stood up, the dress stayed where it was, showing 
everything that I had, front and back. 

Jon then said that he thought that I had had enough fun for one 
afternoon, and told Kelly that we would take all 3 dresses. We 
would come back some other time and try the lace dress on.  
Kelly composed herself, picked up the cheesecloth and 
dungarees dresses and waited for me to take the lycra dress 
off. When I did, she walked over to the counter and started to 
ring-up the sale. Jon said, "coat on" and went over to Kelly. 
While we were waiting for the credit card to process, Kelly said 
that she would like to see us again. Jon wrote his phone number 
on the credit card voucher, and we left.     

We wandered round a few more shops before heading back to 
the car. On the way back we came across a Post Office and got 
a Passport application for me. 

Back home - well it was my home now, Jon had me get us some 
food before he tied me to a chair, legs open, gagged and 
blindfolded. He then pushed a vibrator in me, switched it on 
slow speed, and went out. The vibe was doing its job slowly, but 
I was fighting it, I didn't want to be too tired when he got back. 
I had orgasmed twice when he did get back, and was about 
ready for number 3. Before he had chance to say anything I 
said, "Master please fuck me, I need to feel you inside me." 
Luckily for me he untied me and then put me over the back of 
the sofa, took his clothes off and rammed his cock straight into 
me. 'At last' I thought. I was beginning to think that I wasn't 
going to get the 'real thing'. 

By the time Jon shot his load into me I had orgasmed another 
twice. That made 5 times that day, no wonder I was tired. 
When he pulled out, he lay on the sofa and told me to clean him 
up. I started to walk to the kitchen to get a paper towel, but he 
called me back and said, "No slave - with your tongue." I had 
given an old boyfriend a blow-job a couple of times, and had 
managed to avoid getting his sperm into my mouth, so I didn't 
knew what the taste would be like, especially as Jon's cock and 
balls were covered with my juices as well. As it turns out, it 
tasted quite nice, and by the time I had licked him clean he had 
another hard-on, but he sent me to bed. 

Sunday April 26 
Next morning I got up early, and started shortening the 
dresses. I stated with the cheesecloth one because it was 
easiest. By the time Jon got up I had finished it so I put it on 
and went downstairs and cooked us some breakfast. All the 
time, Jon was sat at the kitchen table naked, reading the 
Sunday papers. When he was finished he said that I was to go 
to the Doctors and get myself a supply of the pill and some 
'morning after' pills. I had to agree with him when he said that I 
must not get pregnant. He then said that Sunday mornings 
were one of the times that he often went to the Gym to 
workout, and that today, I was going with him. When I pointed 
out that I didn't have the proper clothing, he said that we would 
get some, some other time, and that for today I could borrow 
one of his T-shirts. "What about the rest Master?" I said. Jon 
said to bring my trainers, and that a T-shirt and trainers would 
be enough. I hoped that the T-shirt was a long one. 

The day was surprisingly warm for the end of April, and Jon told 
me that we wouldn't have to be outside for more than a couple 
of minutes, and that I was to wear the cheesecloth dress and 
my denim jacket. I still felt cold and very naked, and I hoped 
that it wasn't windy. It wasn't, and before I knew it we were 
pulling into the car park of this big Hotel. Jon said that he was a 
member of the Leisure Centre there, and that I would be his 
guest. We went to get changed, and I was out again long before 
him. The T-shirt came nearly half way down to my knees.  We 
went into the workout room and Jon showed me how to use the 
machines. I asked him to stand in front of me when I was using 
the machine that stretched your legs wide apart. I told Jon that 
I didn't want to give the old men in there a heart attack. Jon 
said, "OK - this time, but you're on your own after this." The 
other machine that I had a problem with was the rowing 
machine, every time I went back, I could see my pussy in the 
mirror. I just hoped that no one was looking, and I didn't seem 
to have an audience, so I guess I got away with it. When I 
came to use the exercise bike, Jon raised the seat when I 
thought he should have lowered it.  When I asked him why, he 
told me to try it and see. He also made sure that my T-shirt 
wasn't between me and the seat. Well, I had to slide right over 
the side of the saddle each time I pushed down on a pedal. 
After a while I was enjoying it and didn't really want to stop 
when Jon told me to. 

After about an hour, Jon said that we were going for a sauna. 
I'd never been into a sauna before, and wasn't quite sure what 
to expect. Jon told me to go and strip-off, wrap the towel round 
me and go out of the other end of the changing room. The towel 
was only just big enough to cover my breasts and bottom, so 
long as I didn't bend down. When I met Jon at the other end, 
there was a sauna and spa there. There was also a smallish 
swimming pool, but I didn't have a costume. Jon told me that if 
I made myself a bikini and swim suit, then he would take me 
swimming, he would describe the design he had in mind later. 
There was no one else in the sauna, and we sat facing each 
other with our feet up and legs bent. This was giving me a good 
view of Jon's cock and balls, so I guess that he could see my 
pussy. Especially when I held my knees and feet about a foot 
apart. I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy when Jon finally 
decided to go out. 

We took a shower (closed the curtains) and then Jon told me to 
sit on one of the loungers while he went back in for another 
session. I was laying there with my knees up, cooling down, 
when one of the male assistants came. I wasn't taking any 
notice of him until I felt that someone was looking at me. I 
looked round, and as he was the only other person there, I 
thought 'what's he looking at'? Then I suddenly realised. My 
initial reaction was to put my legs down, but I suddenly thought 
'what the hell, I've enjoyed people looking at me before, so just 
ignore him' and I did. I put my head back and closed my eyes. 
He was still there when Jon came out of the sauna, and sat 
down beside me. Jon whispered for me to open my legs a bit, 
then to scratch my clit. After I had done that I looked at the 
assistant and he caught my eye, blushed and walked out. Jon 
said 'Come on, get dressed and meet me at the entrance."       
  
The only other thing of interest that happened that day, was 
that Jon started to teach me how to use his PC. He is pretty 
good at that, but he should be, that's his job. Oh, one more 
thing, Jon gave me one of his old white cotton shirts to make a 
bikini out of. It was to be made of 4 triangles held together with 
white shoe lace like 'string'. Each part was to be able to slide 
along the 'string' making it very adjustable. The other thing was 
that the bottom front 'triangle' was to start about 6 inches wide, 
rapidly decrease to 1 inch, then remain at 1 inch as it went over 
my pussy to the back 'triangle'.