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How I Became A Bondage Wife

Chapter 4 Tessa becomes my mentor

How I became a bondage wife
By Master2124

Chapter 4 Tessa becomes my mentor

The day following my introduction to the male organ, Tessa, Terry's sister, and
now my brother's lover, came round to our house to go shopping with me.  Edgar,
my brother, had sorted through my clothes and told me that nothing there would
really do for my new position as slave to his mates.  So he had called Terry,
who had contacted all the guys to get them to club together so that Tessa could
take me down to the mall to get some new, sexy clothes; Tessa was to help me to
buy dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes and underwear. Tessa was delighted at the
idea of shopping, even if she wasn't the one buying the clothes. She told me
that buying new clothes gave her a buzz. She wondered if watching me spend money
on clothes would give her a similar buzz, especially as she held the money and
had the final word on what we chose to buy for me.

So off we went down to the mall.

Tessa decided that we would start from the skin out.  So the first stores we hit
were the lingerie stores.  Mum had always bought my underclothes before and they
were the usual regular stuff, nothing fancy, just serviceable. Now we were
looking at all kinds of sexy items from full panties to slim g strings; some
made sexy by the material they were made of, (soft nylon/cotton mix through to
shiny nylon/rayon even, in one store, soft rubber and leather); some were made
sexy by their cut, (high on the legs, slim at the back, some with cut out
crotch). And many of the bras had cut outs for my nipples to stick out through.
Many of the panties were in sets with bra and garter belt. Tessa purchased about
a dozen different sets from this last store, insisting in each case that we go
into the changing rooms where she watched me try them on for size and fit.  When
I had each set on she "tested" them.

Each time she smoothed her hands over my breasts, caressing the material,
pinching my nipples to make them stand out, especially where the bras had holes
for my nipples.  She made sure that most of them were like this, but she did buy
a couple of bra that were sexy because they were transparent.  She told me that
she wanted to be certain that the guys would like what they saw. But it was
obvious that she was enjoying humiliating me like this, getting a kick out of
treating me like a sex toy. She did the same with the panties, stroking the
material, then dipping her fingers into my honey pot.  The difference here was
that she then had me suck her fingers, "so that you can get used to the taste of
girls as well as guys."

In the same store there were dresses, skirts, shoes, boots, playsuits, body
suits, and a number of kinky maid outfits.  Tessa purchased a selection of
these, again insisting that I model them for her.  She seemed to like watching
me strip down, especially as I was now wearing one of the selected open bra and
brief sets, made out of a shiny black material. By the time we left the store, I
was feeling very horny, and I was certain that Tessa was too.

When we left the store, I was back in my "street" clothes", jeans and T shirt,
but underneath I was still wearing the open bra and brief set that Tessa seemed
to like most.  I felt very sexy knowing that although I looked like any other 16
year old, I was secretly a total slut.

Tessa called Terry to come and pick us up at the mall as we had so many
packages.  When we got back to my house, Mum was still in bed after her busy
night out, so Tessa insisted that I thank Terry for picking us up and for
carrying all our purchases up to my bedroom.  Her way for me to thank Terry was
to have me strip down to my new bra and brief set and to suck him off.  I did so
with out complaint.

Before leaving, Tessa told me that she and the guys would be over at ten, after
Mum left for her nightly activities and that I was to wear the new maid outfit
and a platform bra and the open crotch briefs that I went with it. I could
hardly wait.  When I had tried on this set in the shop, I had marvelled at the
way that the bra cradled my breasts and thrust them forward, leaving my breasts
bare from just below my nipples.

As soon as Mum left that evening for her "work" I rushed up to my bedroom and
changed into my new outfit.  Before putting on the maid's dress, I modelled the
bra and panties for myself in the mirror, looking at myself from all angles.  I
even bent over and looked over my shoulder.  I thought that this pose was very
sexy, with my cunt peeing out between my legs, surrounded by the shiny black
material of the panties, which stretched sexily over my bottom cheeks.  These
panties were quite full, the better, Tessa said, to enforcise the gap.  I had to
agree.

Edgar came into my bedroom and caught me bent over admiring my ass. "Very nice,
the guys are going to love that pose.  I'll make sure that you show them."  I
didn't know what to do with myself. I was so embarrassed. It was one thing for
me to be naked if front of Edgar when all his mates were around; it was another
thing entirely when there was just the two of us. Seeing my embarrassment, he
laughed.  "Get used to it, little sister.  From now on, when Mum's out, you will
be naked or near to it. No more prim little schoolgirl for you. And even if I
can't fuck you myself, I can still enjoy watching you."

He threw a package on the bed.  It rattled.  "Put those on, finish dressing and
come down stairs." He left.

I opened the package.  It contained five straps, each with metal rings set into
them. I guessed that they were for my wrists, ankles and throat. I put them on,
and then pulled on the maid's outfit.  The soft, white blouse was cut tight and
low, revealing most of my upper breasts.  The black bra showed clearly through
it.  I decided to tuck the elasticated hem of the blouse under my nipples, so
that the guys would get the best view possible.

The black skirt was flared and very short.  It only just covered my butt cheeks
and cunt.  I stretched my hands above my head, and the skirt rode up to clearly
reveal my ass and cunt.  I lowered my arms and I was just decent.  I turned my
back to the mirror and bent as if to put a tray on the coffee table, and the
skirt rode up to totally reveal my ass, the panties that framed my pouting cunt.
I thought that the guys would really love this.

To finish off the outfit I put on the high heal pumps that Tessa had bought.  I
thought that they were entirely impractical for any working maid, but then, I
wasn't a working maid.  I was a sex toy.  And that was sure to God what I looked
like.  In fact, I would say that I looked like a fuck about to happen.  The
sensible part of me knew that I wouldn't get fucked yet, because I was still not
safe.  I couldn't arrange for contraception until Monday or Tuesday at the
earliest.  But I did so want to find out what being fucked was like.

I went down the stairs to where Edgar and now also Tessa were waiting for me.
They were sitting on the settee; Edgar's arm was around Tessa's shoulder, where
his hand was slipped into the top of her blouse, cradling her breast.  Her hand
was resting on his engorged prick, caressing him through the tight fabric of his
jeans.  They had me model for them, going through a series of poses similar to
what I had gone through for my own amusement upstairs. When I got to the pose
that Edgar he had caught me in the bedroom, he had me grasp my ankles with my
hands, and then hold the pose whilst he took a number of photographs from
various angles with his new digital camera. Tessa suggested that he should get a
couple of photos of me kneeling, as that was going to be one of my most common
positions.  Edgar thought that was a great idea, and so had me kneel up, then
lean back to grasp my ankles again, this presented my breasts to the camera in a
most lascivious fashion. He took quite a few photos of this pose, obviously
liking what he saw.

Tessa suggested that he have me greet the guys in this position when they
arrived to which Edgar agreed.  So I was led out to the entrance hall, where
Edgar had me kneel at the side of the door.  He pulled a couple of double ended
clips from his pocket, and hooked my ankle straps to my wrist straps, ensuring
that I would stay kneeling until he decided otherwise. I was in bondage again,
and my cunt was juicing up nicely. God, how I loved this, I would be forever
happy if I could only be in bondage ready for my lover(s) to fuck me. I knelt
proud, waiting for the guys to arrive.

Copyright Master2124, Scotland UK.
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