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A store outtingMarion lounged on the couch a glass of wine lazily twirling in one hand, the other busying itself with a trashy paperback. It wasn’t normally her cup of tea but for some reason it was causing stirrings in her today, her chest heaved and bosom ached and she was feeling the beginnings of moisture build up between her thighs. She hadn’t bothered to get out of her work attire yet and was considering slipping her flattering (if somewhat plain) grey pant suit off and attending to the cause of her shortness of breath when a torrent of water cut through her vision of Kendall being swept away by the dashing pirate Ricardo. It hadn’t truly been that loud but it had been enough to snap away the scene from her fevered brain. She had completely forgotten that her sub was in the kitchen for a lull in her punishment. The faint noises of cleaning coming from the kitchen had interrupted her interest in the raunchy novel and she was somewhat irked by this fact. Marion was thinking of ways to remedy her boredom and punish her plaything without having to say why when an idea occurred to her that curled the corners of her mouth upwards. Marion set the glass of wine on the coffee table and leaned back on to the couch before snapping her fingers “Jeanette.” She called in a softly lilting voice. The house grew silent for a moment as the faucet quieted it’s sputtering. “Jeanette” Marion repeated the name this time with a tone of warning. The message was received and quickly answered by the report of rapidly clacking heels and then appeared Jeanette. Marion almost smirked, her girl could really run in heels. Standing in between the kitchen and the sitting room Jeanette curtsied holding out an imaginary hemline and softly replied “Yes Mistress?”Marion shoved her grin aside in favor of an austere glare “You best not have scuffed my floor bitch.”The fearful wide eyed look she got was almost enough to cause the lounging Domme to bite her lip “No Mistress, never Mistress.”Her scowl softened “How did you like cleaning the house today, Jeanette?” She watched as redness rose in the standing submissive’s face “Having to dart past windows all day so that no one could see you in your delicates.” She relished the squirming as Jeanette became aware once more of her state of disrobe. “I hope you didn’t neglect anything in your haste?” Marion relished the nervousness this statement caused as her sub mentally walked through the day in her mind. “Come here Jeanette, we need to do your inspection early.” The sub stopped staring at the floor and strode slowly closer to her Mistress, it had taken weeks to coach the proper gentle sway into her hips and Marion relished every ripple it threw into her property’s ample bottom. The distance closed between them Marion began her inspection, first testing the bonds and locks on her girly’s shiny black stiletto pumps. After she was satisfied she trailed her hand up hairless legs clad in thigh high stockings until she reached the upper thigh and the garter belt straps at which point Jeanette dropped carefully to her knees and Marion praised her for obeying without prompt. She then returned her attention to her inspection snapping the garter belts taught straps playfully. She felt the front of her Jeanette’s black silken bikini cut panties for wet spots and then pulled them down to cup her chaste dicklette in her hand. Besides this tiny bump in her panties there was little else that gave Jeanette away as a former male (though Mistress Marion had made her keep those naturally bushy eyebrows just to make Jeanette beg to have them waxed). “You have been a good girl, haven’t you?” Marion cooed watching Jeanette tense up and turn her bahis siteleri canlı face away in embarrassment “I may have to drop a vibrating egg in here tomorrow to truly test your resolve.” Marion snapped the silk panties back into place before continuing, the back of her knuckles trailed up a smooth diet flattened tummy, waist training would come later she mused. Finally she arrived at the lacy black bra which though a push up was a size too large for her girl, after a month of wearing it Jeanette had shyly asked about hormones. Marion pulled the bra down to get a look at the developing breast tissue and was thrilled with the continued swelling. Marion stroked the erect areolas atop the slight a cups and murmured seductively ” Getting bigger aren’t we little girl?” She continued stroking watching Jeanette get red in the face before abruptly halting to pinch and slightly twist the tender flesh “I said aren’t we?” she replied with faux menace.After a catch in her breath Jeanette replied with a breathy “Yes Mistress.””Good girl” Marion proceeded to rub the darker circles before snapping the brassiere back into place. She grabbed Jeanette by the silver loop in her collar and used the other hand to swivel the sub by her chin observing her makeup, Marion had instructed Jeanette on the basics but had neglected contouring. Though cute in her eyes it would only take a second glance or an inspection from closer than a yard to tell that her girl wasn’t all woman. Marion beamed “Perfect, now wasn’t that easier without your uniform?”Jeanette hesitated for a second Marion knew to weigh the possibility of this becoming permanent, “Yes Mistress.”Marion pretended to mull something over before speaking further “Now would you rather continue your punishment for another week or take a spanking and get your uniform back?”Jeanette tried and failed to seem less eager than she was ” May I please have my uniform back Mistress?”Austerity returned to the Domme’s voice “And?”Jeanette blushed and struggled with the words “And may I please have a spanking Mistress?”Marion grinned “Yes you may.”Marion slowly pulled herself upright before stretching herself out, hardly obese though not as scrawny as her sub she loved to tease Jeanette with her ample frame and she sashayed her way across the room for just that purpose before stopping near the hall closet and retrieving a small ring of keys from between the hills of her bosom. The ring of keys had served it’s purpose in entertainment value thrice over as Jeanette waited trembling in need to be unlocked but Marion was perfectly aware which key went where and had the closet opened and the uniform out in a mere moment. The uniform was little more than a figure hugging black dress with cap sleeves and an apron along with the white lace fringing and tiny pinned in cap though it just screamed maid. Marion closed the door and turned to her sub who had slowly made her way across the room on her knees and was now on all fours with the forgotten wine glass held aloft. Marion had to stop herself from giggling in glee, she simply pulled the glass from the outstretched digits and d****d the uniform over her subby’s back. Jeanette slowly pulled the uniform around and was careful not to let it touch the floor. She then dressed speedily amid goading to get faster without leaving her knees. At the cap Jeanette bowed her head and held it upright as one might present a flogger. Marion roughly pulled her subs shoulder length hair up into a high pony and tapered it off with a scrunchy, relishing the force with which she had accomplished the look. After the pony was secure Marion set about softly arranging Jeanette’s bangs kaçak casino the way she liked them and pinning the maid’s cap atop the wispy sweep of dual tendrils that were her work. Marion snapped her fingers and commanded “Up, you lazy slut.”With a “Yes Mistress” Jeanette complied and trailed behind his Dominant like a lovesick puppy. As they arrived at the door Jeanette looked confused “Are you going out Mistress?”Marion rolled her eyes and grabbed her sub by the collar loop “Sweet girl you were doing so well and then you had to ask questions.” Marion retrieved a lead and clipped it to Jeanette’s collar before tugging her along as she left the house.Jeanette almost lost her footing twice as she suddenly became aware if her Mistress’s plans. The car chirped as it was unlocked and Marion climbed in before staring at her subby and waiting. Jeanette slowly and timidly crawled across Marion’s lap into the waiting SUV and got halfway across before she felt an arm pinning the small of her back and a hand softly trailing over her backside.”Good girls don’t ask questions do they Jeanette?” Whispered Marion before delivering a sharp slap to the mostly expesed rear of her bent over submissive.A sharp intake of breath and Jeanette replied “No Mistress.””What should you be doing slut?” Another sharp rap directly across both cheeks.The next reply was even more strained “Counting Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress. One.””You don’t have to hold it back baby I love hearing your little squeals when you’re getting punished.” Three sharp stinging slaps in quick succession had Jeanette doing a lot more than squealing.”Two, three, four.” Came the ragged counting through slight sobs.Marion stroked the heated tushy before dramatically raising her hand feeling her girl tense in her lap before mercifully delivering a false tap and after hearing the count allowed Jeanette to crawl into the passenger side seat.”Thank you Mistress Marion for correcting my behavior.” Jeanette sniffled.Marion grasped her cheek and dabbed at the welling tears with a Kleenex “You’re welcome honey, now fix your makeup before we get there.”It was several minutes of silence as Jeanette reapplied her makeup and then stared ahead at the road. It was a car rule that there was to be no talking while the motor was running and Jeanette didn’t want to be punished again today.After a short while the car stopped in the parking lot of a small convenience store and pharmacy. Marion got out first and Jeanette breathed a sigh of relief… until her Mistress opened her door and grabbed the end of the leather leash. “Come along Jeanette.”Head down Jeanette slowly extended a heeled foot from the car “Yes Mistress Marion,” she said as she pulled the rest of her body down to join the waiting leg. Had she kept her head up she might have noticed her Mistress eye humping her leg or the man behind her Mistress watching the whole scene with more than mild interest. As the car door closed and locked Marion stuffed her keys into her purse and strode into the store with a hand lazily d****d over one shoulder holding the leash and the other holding the strap of her purse as it dangled. The automatic door wooshed open and the a/c hit Jeanette’s skin like a wall of waiting ice. Marion tugged her along before stopping near the front counter and unhooking the tether from the silver hoop. “Fetch me a bottle of Merlot, a pair of hooped earrings, a cosmopolitan magazine, and make it snappy girl.”Jeanette strutted off at a clip and Marion began chatting with the female cashier. The girl at the counter was grinning in a sort of embarrassed way, lots of questions but she didn’t know what was polite to ask so they casino oyna settled into small talk. A few minutes later Jeanette turned up presenting the items for inspection and keeping a close eye on the floor.Marion tutted and put the earrings back in her sub’s hand “Wrong color honey better try again.” “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.” Curtsying before scurrying off.At this the cashier could stand it no more. “So… is that your girlfriend?”Marion chuckled, “You might call her that.”The cashier (who’s name tag read Bea) nodded “She should probably do something about those eyebrows, they’re sort of…manly?”Marion knew what the cashier was getting at and decided to end the poor girl’s discomfort. “Nah, if we made them arches people wouldn’t be able to tell what’s under her skirt without raising it, and that’s fairly taboo in these parts.”Marion winked at this last bit and Bea chortled.Jeanette came back, this time with silver bangles and Marion nodded her approval but grabbed the Cosmo and asked Bea if she wouldn’t mind watching their things for a moment before reattaching the lead and heading back to the magazine aisle with Jeanette trailing after. Upon arriving in the aisle they met by the only other shopper in the store a slightly portly man who looked like an extra from Deliverance if slightly tamer. As the man watched in amusement Marion instructed Jeanette to put the magazine on the highest rack. As Jeanette reached up to do so the man rested his palm on her ample ass. Jeanette faltered and dropped the magazine, manicured nails over her mouth. The man grinned showing teeth that were out of place, “Ain’tcha gon pick that up lil missie?”Jeanette backed away but quickly felt a hand on the small of her back clutching possessively and holding her in place. Marion raised an eyebrow as she asked with an arm around her Jeanette “Can I help you?””Didn’t mean no fense darlin just wanted to see if that lil fillie o yorn was itchin for a fillin. Gals all got needs after all.” The man cackled at this as though it had been clever while grabbing himself through his grubby jeans.Marion’s eyes squinted so hard they nearly grew an edge. She lifted the hem of Jeanette’s skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal her caged clitty. “She’s not that type of girl.” After making Jeanette modest again she continued to glare at the man who’s grin never faltered.”Well I’ll be, if he ain’t man nough for ye I’m more than happy to show ye a real man.” The man pulled his rather sizable tool from the depths of his denim and proudly showed it off.Marion shook her head and each syllable echoed in disgust “Even if we wanted another person to join us in our bed I guarantee that you would be on the absolute bottom of our list.”At this the man’s smile faltered and after roughly stowing his penis he stomped off grumbling about dykes and pansies. Marion held Jeanette out at arm’s length with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright pet?”Jeanette nodded and asked “Are you alright love?”Marion smiled and held her girl to her bosom “I’m going to let that question slide on account of sweetness.” As they separated Marion looked down at the magazine and then back at Jeanette. “You know you DO need to pick that up.””Yes mistress.” Jeanette began bending at the knees and Marion stopped her.”Not like a good girl, do it like I taught my naughty girl.”Jeanette blushed as she bent at the waist Marion gripping her hips the whole way down and then as she tried to replace the magazine.Marion tugged on the leash, “Now let’s go back to the counter I want Bea to see you getting your spanking.”Jeanette looked confused “Spanking Mistress?”Marion giggled, “Yes the one that you agreed to for your uniform, did you forget?” Marion asked in fake exasperation “I may have to let Bea take a few swats just for that.”———————————-This story was written for a fun friend Domwife2. Hopefully it meets the standards of her request.

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