Annie's Education Ch. 12

"Terribly sorry about that. I saw what went on in the street too..." he clucked. "Such a shame, isn't it? You'd think people would be more accommodating in this day and age."

Mistress smiled, knowing she'd won again. "Good morning John. May we have our usual dressing room?"

"Of course Alys. Always a pleasure, don't you know?" He walked to a corner of the store and pushed in what looked like an ordinary wall fixture. The panel slid open and revealed a large sitting room with a three paneled mirror. In front of the mirror was a small dais, which I presumed was for the model. "Just pick out what you'd like and I'll be right back with some refreshments."

Mistress kissed his cheek as he blushed. "Thank you John. It's so nice to know I can count on you to be hospitable. You will be joining us, won't you?"

John blushed deeper. "I would be honored Alys. I sometimes miss my days at the Manor you know."

John disappeared, closing the door behind him. Mistress told me to undress and stand on the dais while the girls went out and picked out items for my trousseau. According to Mistress' instructions, all items were to be white, although not necessarily virginal.

John reappeared with a tray of champagne glasses and a magnum of Moet Chandon White Star. He stared at my form appraisingly, and smiled. "She's everything I've heard, Alys. A rare beauty."

As his eyes raked over me I felt myself flush as my nipples, already hard from the chill in the room, stood out even further and the patch between my legs became moist. As I stood there, obviously being appraised, I wondered what this man was like naked. Would his cock be thick? Or would it be long and rather thin? Fleshy? Protruding veins? Would the foreskin around his head stick out or would it decline smoothly to his shaft? Was he a gentle lover, or hard and demanding? The one question that kept coming up again and again was would this man be one of the bidders? Would he be the one I lost my virginity to?

The girls came back in, each with an outfit they'd selected. Mistress asked John to help me dress and he took the first outfit from Chloe. She had selected a long nightgown, made of a sheer white voile with matching dressing gown. The nightgown had thin straps at the shoulders and a deep, plunging neckline. As John had me raise my hands over my head to dress me, I began to feel a bit like a life size doll, and wondered if that wasn't exactly the point. I couldn't imagine Mistress asking John to stay if either he or she, or someone else in the room, wasn't going to get some sort of gratification from watching me try on the various outfits. As John smoothed the gown down my front, he ran his hands over my nipples slowly. His touch was firm, but definitely gentle. He looked at me as he did so and I found myself teasingly licking my upper lip with the tip of my tongue as I looked back at him, silently daring him to take as many liberties as he wanted while he helped me dress. He smiled then, his eyes twinkling as if to say he'd accepted my challenge. He held out the arms of the dressing gown and as I slid my arms in it he ran his own hands down my arms, pinning them to my side as he nuzzled the back of my neck. His teeth grazed along the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. He stood back and Mistress had me turn around so they could all see.

"Nice," she murmured as she sipped her champagne, "but almost too demure. What do you think Annie?"

I looked in the mirror at the young woman standing before me. While the negligee was certainly beautiful, it didn't quite seem to fit the "other" side of me, the wanton, sensual side. This seemed perfect for a romantic evening say, with Aidan, I thought. But not for being sold off to the highest bidder. I blushed at that unbidden image, and shook my head. "I like it," I said to Chloe, "I like it a lot. But it's just not right somehow."

John helped me out of the combination and ran his hands over my ass and across my shaved pussy. "Mmm...I see Aidan is still in charge of grooming. There's no mistaking his handiwork."

I laughed. "How can you tell?"

John caressed the front of my mound, stopping just short of my clit. "There's a smoothness to it, none of those awful bumps or missed hairs. Are you alright Annie? You're breathing rather hard." His mischievious grin went from ear to ear as he took a sip of champagne.

"I'm uh, fine." Actually I was far from it. The desire to take his hand in mine and place his thumb on my clit and help him ease two or three fingers inside my now dripping box was unbelievable. He noticed some of my juices trailing down my inner thigh. Never taking his eyes from me, John leaned in and slowly licked up my thigh. I looked up to see Chloe and Mistress shift uncomfortably. So this was the game. John and I were to put on a show for them. John and his living doll as it were. I wondered just how far I'd be allowed to go.

As if reading my mind, Mistress spoke as she edged her chair closer to Chloe's. "No, Annie, you can't touch. I realize this may be a bit of a tease for you, but those were my instructions."

I sighed, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to appraise John's package as he'd done to mine, but I knew before the day was over I'd be allowed to have my release, perhaps more than once.

The next outfit was chosen by Miranda. She'd managed to find a white brocade corset with white laces. A matching garter belt and sheer white stockings. For my feet, a pair of Victorian looking boots. I grinned. Very naughty indeed. John wrapped the corset around me, taking the opportunity to pull me tight against him as he tightened the laces of the corset. The boning in the garment pushed my buxom tits together and up, making them appear dangerously close to overflowing. The effect though, was stunning. This snug fitting garment aptly showed off the hourglass figure that I had when I arrived at the manor. With nothing below my hips, my long legs, encased in their stockings, appeared to be never ending. As John rolled the stockings up my legs, his hands caressed every inch of them, sending shivers down my spine. His movements spoke of an experienced and well trained lover, one who knew the right amount of touch and where in order to have a woman silently begging for more. When he slipped my feet into the boots, he again ran his hands up my calf and sighed quietly, closing his eyes. I blushed at the images that were running through my mind as he did so, hating to imagine just what was going through his head.

John turned me around. "Ladies?"

Murmurs of approval could be heard around the room, with the exception of Alex. Her only reaction was to turn and look away.