Perverts 'R' Us

Pick Out Clothes

By Danyealle ( M/F, D/s, nosex )

Dani was the talk of his office for the next couple of days after her visit. Darious ignored most of it, finding it funny that so many people took an active interest in his personal life, but a few of the comments disturbed him. "Trailer trash" and "typical ratty teenager" bothered him the most when he had heard them repeated several times by different people. Even the usually stoic Nyssa jokingly asked him if he couldn't afford to buy her some clothes from somewhere else besides Goodwill.

He liked Dani's free spirit and that showed in the manner of her dress but it wasn't the greatest of reflections on him and his standing, something that meant a great deal to him. She bought her own clothes and picked out ones that were a reflection of her youthful appearances, hence her looking like a college co-ed. He knew appearance meant little or nothing to her, but his image as a businessman did concern him. She was a reflection of that. Perhaps, he thought, a bit of a shift in her manner of dress when she came to the office or ran errands for him would be appropriate.

After they were settled in for the night and in front of the TV with her curled up in his lap he decided to broach the subject with her. "Toy, I want to talk to you about something for a moment if I could."

She rolled over on her back and looked up at him, "About what?"

Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled down at her, "Well, it's about how you dress."

She looked up at him quizzically, "What about it?"

"Since your visit to the office I have heard several unsavory comments about your manner of dress and I find it highly irritating. So, I have decided from now on, when you visit the office or run errands for me, you should dress in a more appropriate, business-like manner."

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she snorted, "If they don't like the way I dress, fuck 'em, they don't need to look at me."

He looked down at her, "How you look and dress is a reflection on me and my business. I expect it to be a good reflection."

"Who cares? How I look and dress is part of who I am."

"Toy, it bugs me when you visit me at the office and I have to hear these comments."

She turned back to the TV, "Fine, if you're so worried about it I won't come to the office anymore. That'll settle the whole fucking thing."

He took her chin between two fingers and turned her head back, smiling down at her, "I like you visiting me at the office. It improves a long and monotonous day for me."

She stared up at him, "That's all well and good Darious but I ain't playing dress up just to come and visit you."

He looked down into her eyes, "You are still my Toy and I'll dress you up however it pleases me."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed, "I don't have any of those kinds of clothes." She was cringing at the thought of having to expend all the time and effort to dress up in clothes that weren't very comfortable just to run an errand or go to his office. Plus, there was the added problem that she just didn't look right in them, she looked like someone that was trying to put on airs and be someone that she wasn't.

He smiled down at her, "I know you don't but that is something that is easily solved, and we'll go out shopping and get you some."

She growled softly, getting flashbacks to the European courts and being forced to dress however whomever was her patron at the time wanted her dressed. She quickly shoved the memories aside and set her jaw, "Hell no!"

He looked down at her, both eyebrows arches. This was really the first time since she had accepted her fate that she had told him no. "Hell no?" His voice then hardened and he stared at her, "You are still my Toy and you WILL wear whatever I choose to dress you up in or you will go back to square one and we will start all over again."

She looked at him, eyes narrowing, and said, "You wouldn't dare!"

He glared down at her and replied in a voice cold as ice, "Try me, brat!"

She growled at him, "Do it Darious, I dare you."

He growled back, "Fine, brat. You are my property and you do as I say. If not it will go back to the way it was. No privileges whatsoever."

Staring up at him she said, "You wouldn't."

"You know I will. The only thing you will have is Claude, no clothes, no going out, no privileges; spend your days in the dungeon just like before." He said, looking down at her, his voice as cold and hard as steel.

She glared at him, "I ain't a doll for you to play dress up with, Darious. I am a living being with a will of my own."

He glared down at her, eyes hard, "You are my property, my Toy and you will do as I say or I will put you down in the dungeon in chains!"

"I will fight you worse than before Darious. I guarantee it." Her voice was as hard and cold as his was.

He stared down into her eyes, feeling his anger starting to come to the surface, "You are my Toy…"

"So?" she snarled, staring at him.

He glared at her, eyes flashing. He then looked away and took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. This wasn't worth getting into a huge fight with her over. He thought for a minute then looked back down at her, "Rather than fight about all of this, how about we compromise? We get the clothes but you get to pick them out. How does that sound to you?"

Looking at him warily, she said, "I get to get whatever I want?"

Nodding, he replied, "Yes, you get to pick them out."

She looked harder at him, "Do you promise?" She would get some skirts and dresses, yes, but had no intention of getting anything that remotely resembled a business suit.

Nodding again, he said, "You have my word, Toy."

She sighed deeply, "Alright, lets go shopping."

An hour later he was watching her try on clothes, arms folded across his chest, shaking his head, glaring at her. Oh, she was picking out dresses and skirts all right, but ones that clung to her like a second skin, nothing that was appropriate to wear to the office.

She looked at him innocently, "What? They're dresses and skirts, just like you told me to get, just in the styles I want and am more comfortable in."

He stepped closer to her then spoke softly, "These clothes are not appropriate to wear to the office. They are more suited for going out to a club. I will admit though that they do look fantastic on you."

She looked down at the clothes she was holding then back up at him, "You SAID I could get what I wanted and these," she held up the clothes, "are what I want."

Sighing deeply, looking down at her he said, "They are not exactly what I had in mind, Toy."

"They're dresses and skirts just like you said to get, Darious. And they're a lot dressier than anything else I have."

He ran his fingers down one of the red mini-dresses she was holding. "True, they are," He looked back into her eyes, "Toy, think of it this way, these things won't do to wear to the office. They are far too distracting. And you have me distracted as it is. Wearing those would almost ensure that nobody would get any work done, including me."

She looked up at him, "You PROMISED I could get what I wanted, Darious."

He sighed again, "Indeed I did give you my word, Toy."

"Fine." she held out the clothes to him, "These are what I want."

He looked down at her, "Toy, these are inappropriate for the work place. Can't you understand that?"

Her stubborn streak started to surface and a muleish expression came to her face. "So? I'm not one of your employees, Darious!"

"How you dress when you come to the office is a direct reflection on me and my company. Another thing, I don't want anyone thinking a common, flighty, unrefined co-ed is helping me run things!"

She glared up at him, "These are what I want, Darious. You PROMISED!"

He sighed deeply, "They are wholly inappropriate and I will not argue with you about it any more. You need to find something more suitable for the office."

She hissed at him, frustrated, "I don't care about that! You SAID I could pick out the clothes. I am not the business suit type. I hate that shit and REFUSE to wear it!"

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He was trying to remain calm even though he was starting to get angry at her stubbornness. "I can understand you are not the business suit type. That is obvious to everyone. Let's try this, just down the way is another store that sells casual clothes that are more appropriate for the office. Let's go take a look there, shall we?"

She glared at him and set her jaw stubbornly, "No."

He looked down into her face, startled, "No?"

She shook her head, "No. You said, no, PROMISED I could get what I want!"

He leaned down and spoke softly into her ear, not wanting to get into a huge argument with her in public, "Indeed I did give you my word and I plan on keeping it. Now, I want you to come to the other store with me and you can pick out what you want THERE. Or we will drop the whole thing and go home. You will then go back to square one and I will re-introduce you to potty training."

She looked up at him, wide-eyed, "Are you serious? You wouldn't do that."

He stared deep into her eyes, "I would brat, and you know it!"

She gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look then tried to bluff her way out, "I don't understand what you mean, Darious."

He growled softly then whispered in her ear, "Remember the dungeon, chamber pot, collar, me cleaning you up afterwards. This time I'll also introduce you to a red bag, a long hose, a nozzle and a few quarts of hot, soapy water."

She stared at him, eyes big, not sure if he was serious or not, "You wouldn't dare." She whispered softly.

He pulled her closer to him and whispered heatedly, his anger reflected in his voice, "You are still my Toy, my property, and you can bet your life I would, and will if you keep it up, brat!"

She shuddered and looked down, then handed him the clothes she was holding, "OK, let's go."

He took them, draping them over his arm then took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up. He looked down into eyes and smiled, "Listen carefully, Toy. We'll go ahead and get you these. You look great in them and I like the way they look. But they aren't appropriate for the office or running errands for me. I'll let you pick them out as well, just so they're appropriate."

She lowered her eyes and grunted, "You should have made that clear in the first place, Darious."

He smiled and caressed her cheek softly, "You have a point, I should have been clearer about it. Despite that, you are still in trouble for saying no to me. You know better than that, Toy."

She just stood there, glaring at him.

He smiled down at her and took her hand, "Come on, Toy." He paid for the outfits she had picked out then led her to the other store where she grudgingly picked out a few nice outfits, but was not at all happy about it.

When they got home she was out of the car and into the house before he had the engine shut off. She stomped up to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed and turned the TV on.

He gathered up the packages and walked into the house. He walked calmly up to the bedroom and stood there for a minute watching her flip through channels before setting everything down and hanging the clothes in the closet. When he was finished, he turned back to her and said calmly, "Alright Toy, it's time for your punishment."

She didn't look at him, continuing to flip through the channels. "Fuck you, Darious."

He strode over, shut the TV off, and glared at her, "Say what, brat?"

She looked at him, glaring daggers, "You heard me, I didn't stutter."

He watched her, eyes narrowing, "Don't take that tone or attitude with me, brat! You know better than that!"

She ignored him, turned the TV back on, and started flipping through the channels again.

He growled at her and reached down and yanked the plug out of the wall socket. Then he stood and stared at her, arms folded over his chest.

She tossed the remote aside and glared up at him.

He glared back at her, "Not only are you in trouble for saying no to me but also for the comment you just made."

She just stared at him, eyes flashing dangerously, growling softly.

He stepped closer to the bed, eyes hard, "Don't growl at me, brat, you know better than that!"

She looked away, silent, the muscle in her jaw ticking, showing how angry she was.

He grabbed her chin and roughly turned her head to where she was facing him then growled, "You WILL look at me when I am talking to you, brat!"

She looked at him, eyes flashing, growling softly.

He snarled, "You are mine brat! My property, my Toy. I will do with you whatever I damn well please, barring you using your safe word. If I want to dress you up in a three-piece suit you will wear it without argument or back talk. If I chose to dress you in a t-shirt, thong and socks you will wear it. I will not have you damaging my image as a business man because of your attitude!"

She glared at him, "Image means shit, Darious!"

He shook his head, "Wrong. Image means getting a contract or not."

She rolled her eyes, "That's total bullshit. I know better than that! Image means absolutely nothing anymore."

He stared at her, "Do you care to explain that comment, brat?"

She chuckled, "No, I don't. You can figure it out for yourself, since you know so much about it" she said sarcastically.

He ignored the sarcasm, "The bottom line is you will wear what I say for you to wear, brat because I am not having my Toy looking like a cheap $2.00 whore! That is a reflection of me and my company and I will not have it!"

She visibly flinched and her eyes changed at the word "whore" then she laughed. But it was a laughter that didn't reach her cat-like eyes, "That is the stupidest shit I've ever heard."

He growled at her again, "Whether you think image means anything or not, in reality it does. And I won't have a mere Toy damaging mine because she refuses to dress nicely."

She laughed harder and shook her head, "That is the biggest crock of bullshit I've ever heard! You can keep deluding yourself into thinking that image is the end all, be all, but in reality it is worthless!"

She sat up on the end of the bed and looked up into his eyes, "I am just as rich as you are Darious and everybody knows it. People don't give a flying fuck about my image; all they care about when they deal with me is the numbers on the bottom line. People don't care about image any more, all they care about is money and power, cut and dry, something I happen to have plenty of."

He looked down at her, startled. He knew she was wealthy but if what she said was true he was surprised she hadn't shown up on his radar before. He cocked his head to one side and looked at her, "Huh?"

She laughed mirthlessly, "What's the matter, Darious? Don't believe me? Go look up my name on the Forbes website and see what it says."

He glared at her, "I will do just that." Then he went down to his study and pulled up the site. Indeed, she was listed in the top 100 wealthiest people in the United States. As a matter of fact, she was listed right behind him in line with only a few million separating them. He sat and stared at the screen for quite a while, thinking, before going back up to the bedroom.

She was lying stretched out on the bed, her head resting on the pillows. Looking at him, she said, "Well?"

He leaned against the bedpost; arms folded over his chest and looked at her, "Alright then, you can think what you want to think about image. But you will still dress appropriately when you come to MY office. And you will still get punished for saying no and cussing me."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "You are one pig-headed son of a bitch. Can't even admit when you're wrong."

He glared at her, "You have proven your point, brat. But when it comes to MY business image you will abide by MY rules. You are being punished for saying no and cussing me, not for proving your point."

She glared at him and growled her fangs descending. She then said, in short, clipped tones, "Fine. If I'm going to be punished I'm going to make sure I deserve it." She grabbed the lamp off the bedside table and threw it at him, snarling.

He ducked the projectile easily, growling loudly, "Oh you little shit! You're going to pay dearly for that!"

She howled angrily and continued throwing whatever she could get her hands on at him.

He ducked everything easily enough then snatched her off the bed by her shirt. He grabbed her collar off the dresser. Pinning her against the wall he put it around her neck then glared down at her, growling loudly.

She snarled and bared her fangs at him then spit in his face.

Glaring harder at her he said, "You are going to pay dearly for that brat!" Grabbing her by the collar, he dragged her, spitting, snarling and fighting the whole way down to the dungeon. He ripped her clothes off and then chained her, spread eagle, to the wall. He glared at her, "You either cool off or I will get the hose and cool you off, brat!"

She pulled at the chains, snarling, and then glared at him, "What's the matter? Can't you handle the fact that I have as much power as you and I don't give a rat's ass about image, 'cause it don't matter!"

He stood in front of her, arms folded over his chest, glowering at her, "You made your point, brat, I concede that. The punishment is for saying no and swearing at me." He took her face in his hand and looked deep into her eyes. "All the money and power you have means exactly jack shit, since you are my property."

She just stared at him, eyes unreadable, saying nothing.

His eyes bored into hers, "All that rank, power and wealth means jack because I own all of you. Got that, brat?"

She just looked at him quietly, and then lowered her eyes. Knowing deep inside what he said was true. She had willingly given herself to him, wholly and completely.

He stared at her quietly for several minutes, trying to get his own temper under control. Then he reached out and stroked her hair, "You? Look at me."

She raised her head and looked at him, saying nothing.

He could see a deep pain in her eyes but didn't know the cause of it. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and the hard edge in his eyes was gone. "I'm not punishing you for making a valid point. I am big enough to admit when someone shows me I am in error. Nor can I see going back to square one with you. You're being punished for saying no and cussing me. That is not worth going back to square one over. As for all the rest, it is dropped. We will BOTH drop the fight, alright Toy?"

She lowered her head and nodded, "Yes, M'lord."

He stroked the side of her face softly, "Very good, Toy. Are you ready to take your punishment?"

Sighing deeply, she nodded, "Yeah, I'm ready."

He released her from the shackles then put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, smiling. "A couple more things before we start. I'll be open and honest with you. You do look good on my arm. Yes, indeed you do look good in those clothes you picked out. Yes, you are a good reflection of me. The thing is this, I've noticed, no matter what you wear looks good, very sexy. I don't appreciate my lady, my Danyealle being called 'trailer trash' or any names like that. You may not care, but I do. When you spend time at work with me I like it a great deal. Meetings are dull, you are always exciting."

"Thank you." she said softly, eyes not meeting his.

"Also," he said, chuckling, "we need to have a talk about controlling that temper of yours."

She giggled softly, but didn't say anything and still wouldn't look him in the eyes.

He ruffled her hair then walked over and retrieved a large butt plug with a tail the same color as her hair. He lubed it up then turned back to her, "OK Toy, bend over."

She obeyed quickly, looking over her shoulder at him.

He quickly inserted it deep into her ass. "OK Toy, you can stand up now."

She quickly straightened up and faced him.

He nodded and smiled down at her, "Very good Toy. You will wear that at all times for a week. The tail is removable so when you go somewhere you may remove it, but the plug remains. Also, in the house you will just wear a t-shirt and your collar, nothing else. Understand me?"

She nodded, eyes lowered, "I understand, M'lord."

He hugged her tightly to him, "That's my Toy. Let's go clean up the mess and go to bed, it's late and has been a long day."

She tossed and turned in bed for a good three hours before she got up, unable to sleep. Every time she moved Darious stirred, and she didn't want to wake him. Just because she couldn't sleep didn't mean he had to be awake too.

The whole bit earlier had triggered the insomnia attack. His insistence that she dress in a certain way had re-awakened the memories of her former life, something she had worked long and hard to try and forget. She wasn't proud of the fact that she had been a whore and that is how she had gotten all her money. She knew it was the only way she could have survived and got what she needed but the memories of what she had to do and how she was treated were still painful.

As she sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered in her minds eyes she watched a succession of men from her past say almost the exact same things Darious had said to her earlier and it hurt to be reminded that she was nothing more to them than an object to satisfy their sexual wants. She felt tears spring to her eyes at the painful remembrances. She grabbed Claude and went downstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. If she was going to cry she wanted to make sure there wasn't a chance of Darious waking up and seeing her. She snuggled up under the fluffy down comforter then cried herself to sleep as the painful memories ran like a film through her head.

An hour or so later, Darious rolled over and went to put his arm around her. When he groped around and couldn't find her, he opened his eyes and looked at her side of the bed. It was empty. He sat up, brow furrowed, concerned. He could see that she wasn't in the bathroom so he got out of bed to go find her. He found her on the second floor in one of the spare rooms, asleep. He knew she had problems sleeping earlier; he had felt her tossing and turning and assumed she had come down here so as not to disturb him.

When he stepped into the room the first odd thing he noticed was that Claude was lying on the pillow above her head instead of her holding him like she always did. When he stepped closer to the bed to wake her he was hit with the feelings of her overwhelming pain. He looked down at her, startled, eyes wide. Normally she had a mental block in place so strong he couldn't penetrate it. But the overwhelming pain told him it was down.

When he looked down at her sleeping face he could see tear streaks down her cheeks. He frowned and concentrated. He could see her dreams and feel the pain they were abusing her. But he could tell that they weren't just dreams, these were memories, painful ones at that. He could see a succession of men, some quite famous that he knew, others he didn't, demeaning her, hurting her, time and again replaying the scene he had with her earlier over the clothes, using different words and in different languages but it was all basically the same. He winced and looked down, ashamed that he had caused her such immense pain. He wasn't at all sure how to comfort her and to make the pain stop so he did what he normally did. He picked her up and held her close.

Her eyes drooped open and she looked up at him.

He smiled down at her and held her close, "I woke up and you weren't in bed, so I came to find you. For some reason I can't sleep without my Toy in bed beside me." He reached down and plucked Claude off the pillow then handed him to her. "Here's your buddy, you can't forget him. Let's go back to bed, shall we?" He cuddled her close for the rest of the night, trying to comfort and ease her pain the best he could.

The next day he took her to the office with him, allowing her to wear a nice pair of jeans and one of his dress shirts. She wasn't her normal playful self; instead she was quiet and reserved. She spent the day curled up in a chair by his, sleeping. He sent one of his female assistants out to buy her some nice jeans, shirts, a few blazers and some nice shoes. Dani wasn't even enthusiastic about the new clothes, looking at them, and then curling back up to go to sleep.

That night at home he held her close as they watched TV, stroking her back softly. "Dani?" He finally said, looking down at her.

She lifted her head and looked up at him but said nothing.

He ran his fingers through her hair, "What's wrong? How come you had such a reaction to me wanting you to dress nicely? Why is it upsetting you so much?"

She sighed and looked away, "You wouldn't understand."

He put a finger under her chin and turned her face back, "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. You won't know until you tell me."

She sighed deeply and looked down, "Are you sure you really want to know Darious?"

He rubbed her back softly, "Yes, I'm sure."

"You aren't the only man that's wanted to play dress up Dani and has expected me to look a certain way. It's just a reminder of something I wish to forget. Actually, I almost had, until yesterday that is." She wasn't able to look at him while she talked.

He continued to stroke her back softly, "Oh. I didn't mean to make it seem like that."

"Well, you did."

"I apologize for that Dani." He held her closer to him, "Tell me about it if you would please. So I don't make the same mistake again."

She sighed deeply again, "It ain't hard to figure out, Darious. I imagine you already know."

Indeed, he already did but he wanted her to tell him so he was sure rather than just making an assumption that may have been wrong. "Just tell me anyway if you would please."

"I was a whore, Darious, an expensive and exclusive one, but a whore nonetheless. That is how I made a lot of my money. Yesterday made me feel like just an updated version of what I used to be."

"Oh, I see," He said softly then turned her head again so she was facing him, "Look at me, Dani."

She looked up at him quietly.

"Dani, you are NOT my whore. You are a Toy, NOT a whore. You're here with me because you want to be, not because I'm paying you. I don't care what you used to be. I know how hard it was for women at that time, you did what you had to, to survive."

She looked at him, but stayed quiet.

He kept rubbing her back softly and smiled down at her, "How about we strike a compromise about the clothes?"

"What kind of compromise?" She asked, softly.

"You can wear jeans, shirt and perhaps a blazer for a normal visit, just so they're nice looking. For a meeting, dress up a bit. How does that sound?"

She shrugged and sighed, "OK."

He stroked her head softly, "Will that work better?"

"Yeah, I like that better."

He held her close to him, "You are NOT a whore, you're my Dani, my Toy. If anyone says differently I will ruin them financially and physically. You did what you had to, to survive." He looked down at her and smiled, "Now, that that's over, give me some of your snuggles please."