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   MRWADE.233 By Master Wade

   The Training of Melissa

   Chapter Four

   Don was in heaven.  Melissa had taken to her training like a

   fish to water, and was performing flawlessly.  She had made herself

   at home in his house and evidence of her feminine touch were

   everywhere.  He had never felt more comfortable or cared for, and

   she truly seemed to enjoy the attention he lavished on her, even

   though much of it was blatantly self-oriented.  Then again, perhaps

   it was not, since she obviously enjoyed it herself.  As long as

   they were happy, it didn't really matter, and Don was thrilled by

   her response thus far.

   He had also been thrilled by the poise and grace with which

   she had taken to his little game of calling her to him.  Her vocal

   responses to his "Come here" 's were both inventive and believably

   handled, which took all the silliness out of the game and made it

   incredibly erotic.  And the way she posed and complied with his

   secondary commands was enough to make his mouth water.  Even though

   he had fantasied many times about seeing her do the things he

   requested of her, Don had never really imagined that she could do

   them with as much passion and beauty as she actually did them.

   There had never been anything on film to match her, and he had seen

   some pretty good stuff on film before.  She was fantastic, and Don

   rewarded her at every opportunity, in as many ways as he could

   think of.

   One reward that Don used, and one which he found as much

   enjoyment in as did Melissa, was in buying her clothes, especially

   lingerie.  A girl with a body like hers should certainly have

   beautiful clothes, and it was wonderful to take her shopping and to

   watch her try them on.  Don loved the fact that so many things

   looked good on her, and especially the fact that she was young

   enough and attractive enough to wear some extremely sensuous

   fashions.  She had excellent taste, and was always able to pick out

   clothes which reeked of class, even when selecting something which

   they both knew would drive men crazy.  She was a doll, always a

   doll.

   Since Melissa's ass, tits and legs were all fantastic, they

   chose clothing which highlighted those features.  There were a lot

   of form fitting dresses and skirts, usually short, or at least no

   longer than the knee, and often sporting a slit of some type.  They

   bought box after box of stockings of a variety of textures, colors,

   and designs and matching garter belt outfits to go with them.  The

   floor of the closet quickly filled with high heels, the shelves

   with clinging tops which allowed Melissa's nipples to show through,

   or with blouses which allowed just enough of her wonderful cleavage

   to show.  There were short-shorts, bikini bathing suits, panties,

   bras, sheer body suits, you name it...if it looked good on her, and

   most everything did, they bought it.

   Perhaps because they had this growing collection of outfits,

   or maybe just because he enjoyed it, Don began requiring Melissa to

   dress in certain ways on the different evenings of the week.  Every

   Monday, for example, was "garter belt night" and Melissa was

   required to wear a garter belt, stockings, panties and high heels.

   Don left it up to her to chose whether to wear a top or not, the

   only stipulation being that it could not cover more than one third

   of her panties.  Tuesday became "bikini night", and he required her

   to wear one of the huge assortment of bikini bathing suits they had

   purchased for her.  Wednesday was "nude night", when only a pair of

   high heels could be worn, Thursday was "shorts and pony tail night"

   when she would put her hair up in pony tails and wear short-shorts,

   a halter top, and tennis shoes...or sometimes a cheerleading outfit

   that she had pulled out of her trunk one night, much to Don's

   delight.  Friday was "dress up night" when she was required to be

   dressed to the nines, even though they didn't always go out and

   even though the clothes sometimes didn't stay on her very long.

   Since they were both off on Saturdays, Don chose to leave that

   day open for more impetuous, or spur of the moment choices as to

   how he would like to see his slave girl attired.  There were days

   when he kept her naked all day, and other days when he made her

   combine outfits in ludicrous ways, simply for his own

   entertainment, perhaps requiring her to wear a garter belt and

   stockings outfit under the cheerleading skirt, or requiring her to

   be elegantly dressed from the waist down, yet nude from the waist

   up.  He experimented with her, allowing himself the freedom and

   pleasure to see her in all sorts of outfits and combinations, in

   awe of her natural beauty and amused by his own over-active

   imagination.

   One outfit which Don designed especially for Melissa to wear

   on Saturdays was one which they called her "slave dress".  It was,

   to begin with, a beautiful black silk dress which fit her delicious

   frame like a glove.  In spite of the fact that it was one of the

   more expensive garments she owned, and knowing full well that he

   would buy her another one just like it, Don took the scissors in

   hand and cut a "dogpatch" hemline, zig-zagging up and down in

   triangular fashion.  Beginning at the side of her right leg, Don

   began to cut upward and toward the front, until he had reached the

   upper limit of her thigh.  Then he began downward again with the

   hem, crossing her flat-as-a-board belly so that the hem ran just

   above her pubis.  He cut downward, just a bit further, and then

   back up, just high enough that the top of her stocking would be

   revealed, and then back down again, and with minor ups and downs,

   continued around the back until he was back at the start again.  It

   was a ludicrous but delicious hemline, one that exposed, with just

   the proper amount of reserve, the slave girl's legs and cunt, with

   just the proper emphasis on the stockings and garter belt straps

   which Don almost always required her to wear when she wore the

   dress.

   The black silk clung to her breasts as if it were made to fit

   them, and Don further modified the dress by cutting circular

   openings where her nipples were, allowing just the aureola and the

   stiff little nibs to push through the soft, clinging fabric.

   It was thus possible to fuck or finger the girl with very

   little trouble, even while she was fully dressed.  And, if he

   wished, which he often did, it was possible to suck, pinch, or

   attach clothespins or clamps to her nipples, again while she was

   fully clothed.

   Don liked the slave dress so much that he required Melissa to

   begin each Saturday with it on, whether some whim later caused him

   to require its removal or not.  Only a slave slut would wear a

   dress like that, he told her, and Melissa only too well knew the

   truth of that.  But she loved the dress and all that it meant, and

   it excited her to own it and to wear it.

   Melissa's Sunday outfit consisted of an expensive but very

   plain white silk blouse, matching white silk panties, and black

   high heels.  Don had her remove all but three of the blouse's

   buttons, even though he knew it would be unlikely that she would

   ever want more than three buttoned.  Melissa reminded Don of a

   French whore when she wore her Sunday outfit, but he really

   couldn't say why.

   Melissa eagerly complied with Don's clothing choices, and

   seemed to respond nicely to them.  Out of curiosity more than

   anything else, she questioned the fact that he seemed to like for

   her to wear panties at times when she would have expected him to

   want her pussy uncovered.  But as he explained, Melissa's ass, flat

   stomach, and pubis were especially suited to making panties look

   wonderful on her, and in spite of the fact that he certainly loved

   her nakedness, Don found it incredibily exciting to see the way the

   silky material fit her and clung to her delicious curves.  There

   was also something which he had always found exciting about seeing

   the crotch of her panties grow wet from her juices, which it

   inevitably did.

   The clothing requirements and the game of "playing fetch"

   worked together nicely, and both Don and Melissa became skilled at

   taking advantage of the different outfits to enhance the

   performances she so enjoyed giving.  "Leg Show" worked especially

   well on Friday nights, when Melissa would be fully dressed and

   could raise her dress or sit in front of her Master and play with

   her skirt, exposing, covering, revealing again, teasing, delighting

   him with her long, firm legs.  "Tits" went nicely with the white

   silk blouse, "nipples" with the slave dress, "asshole" with the

   short-shorts (which looked great hanging around her knees when she

   spread her cheeks) or with the Cheerleading outfit.

   And so it was that the early training of Melissa began with an

   enjoyable and stress-free enjoyment of the slave girl's beauty, her

   youthful body, and the frequent and free manipulation of it by her

   Master.  She had never known a more constant barrage of fondling,

   fingering, or fucking, nor had she felt more sexually alive and

   appealing.  It amazed her that she could excite her Master so much

   with so much ease, and it thrilled her to experience the excitement

   which she herself felt in the total obedience she gave him.

   With each passing day Melissa felt less like a girl who was

   playing the role of a sex slave, and more and more like an owned

   and highly cherished sex goddess.  And she couldn't have been more

   pleased.

   Continued in MRWADE.234....

   The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The

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