Becoming Abby Ch. 14

Author's Note :

Before we get into the story proper, I would just like to tell everyone how much I have missed working on this story. Between the pandemic of Covid-19, the death of my father, the loss of my cat, and too many other things to get into since my last posting, my mind has just not been in that happy sluty space that is Abby.

Things are looking up. Life for me seems to be taking on a new form of normal, and I find my fingers itching to dance across the keys again. So, here we go. The continued adventures of Abby, and her loving Mistress.

Abby

Recap:

In the last chapter, Misstress M, with the help of Abby and Misstress Jo, settled the matter of Valhalla. Johnathan agreed to give ownership of the club to Mistress M who immediately made Misstress Jo the new manager of the club. The chapter ends with Missy and Abby getting ready for Abby's first day of work.

It felt good to be back to work again. It felt normal... well, almost normal. It was the first time that I was out making a delivery as Abby. There was no panic or worry, but it was a first.

I had gotten the easy load, just a quick trip over to Leather & Lace. Chris got stuck with the big one. He had a delivery to a smaller shop, then a load of costumes going to a production set for some film that was going to take him all day.

As many times as I had been here, I never realized that Leather & Lace had a loading dock, but as I backed up to it, the loading doors opened and there stood Jo. It's not often I see her dressed normally, but it seems much like myself, she just needed a day off. Jeans, coupled with a flattering floral blouse, and open-toed sandals made Jo look as if she was ready for a day out on the beach.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise," she purred as I slipped out of the driver's seat.

"Good morning, Jo."

She walked over and hugged me tightly. "This is a bit of a surprise. I was expecting this delivery hours ago, but as it is my darling Abby that is delivering, I will save you the ear full of complaints I was going to give the driver."

I couldn't help but giggle and hug her back before explaining the mess that was left behind.

"Wow!" Jo exclaimed. "How do you think Chris is going to handle his new 'Boss'?"

"It will of course be a new experience, and something the two of them will have to get used to if they are going to make this work," I answered while opening the truck doors. "So, Miss Jo, where would you like me to unload all of these boxes?"

The truck was unloaded much faster than it was loaded. Before I left Jo pulled me aside and handed me a small box.

"A gift for Missy," she said. "You are not to open it, but take it to her when you get back."

"Yes, Mistress Jo," I answered with a smile.

The plain box was not heavy, and no larger than a standard envelope. I put it in the truck as I climbed in and headed back to the warehouse.

Normal... My day was going perfectly normal. How many weeks had it been since I could say that? I finished unloading at Leather & Lace by 3 PM, then made my way back to the office where I found Mark had already loaded the long-haul truck, Mary was making herself right at home, and the loading dock was almost empty.

"Hey Mary, how's it going?" I asked as I walked into her new office.

"Abby! Just the person I wanted to see," she answered. "I think I have all of this under control, but I'm still having issues."

"Oh? What's wrong?" I asked, glancing at the computer screen.

"It's not the work. This is almost like doing an inventory. What's here, what's going out, what's coming in. This just has the added work of me knowing where and when things are going or need to go."

"Then, how can I help, Mary?"

"I don't know... It feels..."

"Does it feel wrong? The fact that only so recently you let Chris take control, and now you are controlling part of his life?"

She answered by just nodding her head.

"I can't begin to understand the emotions you are having right now, but I can offer a little advice. Chris asked me the same question this morning."

"He did?"

"He did. And I will give you the same answer I gave him. Why not do exactly the same here, as you do at home when your daughter is around? Be subtle, or stop? Of course, this is just my thinking, but I think the best thing both of you can do is sit and talk about it. Remember a very large part of a relationship like this is to be open and honest at all times."

"I remember that part," Mary answered. "But, I think it is going to have to wait until the two of you get back. Any idea how long this trip is going to take?"

"Normally, Chris and I could do something like this in about two days, but we are leaving late today or very early tomorrow. I would guess we should be back by Wednesday evening if everything goes right."

"Oh! I didn't think it would be that fast! I have been looking at pushing back other deliveries because of this trip."

"We are very good at our job, sweetie. We will all be learning about delivery times and such as we get deeper into this. Remember it is only the first day. I'm sure that you will use the time we are gone to finish putting this office in order. Speaking of putting things in order," I said with a wink, "I should go see the boss. Any idea how far out Chris is?"

Mary looked at her watch. "He was on his way to the second delivery about 30 minutes ago, so I would guess another couple of hours."

"Plenty of time to go try and win over the new boss," I said with a laugh. "See you later!"

"Be good Abby."

The building was still full of the sounds of people working. To me, it looked like organized chaos, but they all looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I decided, on the way, that I would grab a coffee for myself and the boss. The break room was empty when I arrived, and so was the coffee pot. With a soft sigh, I set about making a pot of coffee.

I didn't hear the door close, nor the soft footsteps of the person sneaking up behind me, so when she spoke I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Hello again Abby," Rose said softly.

I fumbled with the coffee pot, nearly dropping it as I tried to spin and throw my hands up at the same time.

"Ahh!! For the love of... Rose!! You scared the crap out of me!"

"That was the point silly," she giggled while covering her mouth.

"You look good in normal clothes Abby."

"Thank you, Rose," I answered while turning back to the coffee. "I'm the new delivery driver, well, one of them anyway."

"Yes, we heard, but we also heard it was supposed to be Missy's husband"

I grinned as I turned around. "You don't think I can work as hard as Missy's husband?"

Rose laughed again, "You are Missy's husband so I don't think that is going to be the issue."

"No, the issue is going to be explaining his absence," said Pam, as she closed the door behind her.

She stepped up close and looked me up and down again. "I swear, I can't see Andy in there anyplace. Well, maybe a little in your eyes... Missy explained what all of this is," she said, waving her hands up and down.

"Missy explained everything?" I asked, a bit skeptical.

"OK, maybe not everything, but enough for me to understand your relationship."

Pam looked at Rose, "And you already knew about this?"

Rose blushed a very deep red.

"We walk in some of the same circles," I quickly answered. "I didn't know she knew until a few days ago."

"Right," Pam said, nodding her head. "Well, I have no idea how Missy is going to make all of this work, but I'm sure she has a plan."

We all chatted for a few more minutes while we waited on the coffee. Thankfully Pam changed the subject back to deliveries and production. I'm sure she still had questions, but she was a professional and kept them to herself.

As soon as the coffee was done, I took two cups, tucked the package Jo had given me under my arm and started making my way towards Missy's office. Pam walked with me but didn't say much until we moved further away from the main part of the building.

"You even move like a woman!" she exclaimed.

I smiled at her. "It took a lot of practice."

Pam stopped to face me for a moment. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what exactly?" I asked.

"This," she said, waving her hands up and down again. "And... Abby, you were so exposed the other day as the coffee slut... I would have died from embarrassment to let others see me in that way."

"You said that Missy explained everything to you, well mostly."

Pam nodded.

"Then you know she is my Boss as much at home as she is here right?"

She nodded again.

I just stood and looked at her. I could see the honesty of her question.

"Yes, Pam. I enjoy it very much. Missy pushes my limits and asks me to do things that... well, that most people, even I, wouldn't do. She takes pleasure in it, and I take pleasure in her pleasure, and," I started to whisper as I leaned in very close, "it makes the sex better than any sex you could ever imagine."

"But... your tits and ass all hanging out for everyone to see..." she stammered, as her face turned three shades of red.

"They are mine to show off as I please," I answered. "Missy picked the outfit, and she knows that no one else will ever touch what is hers. But, she doesn't mind showing it off and flaunting her... wealth so to speak, in front of others."

"And you enjoy it," Pam whispered again.

"They can look, but they can't touch," I responded "But, the fact that they are looking, that is the excitement. Yes, it is embarrassing, but the thrill you get that my Mistress is showing me off to the world, screaming at the top of her lungs, This is mine! Look! But don't touch! I have no better way to describe it than the greatest high I have ever felt."

"She is one lucky woman," Pam said as we started walking again. "I will do my best to protect Missy's coffee slut."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle. "I'm sure the slut will appreciate that."

We walked the rest of the way to Missy's office in silence. I left Pam at her desk and walked into Missy's office.

She looked up as I walked in. "Close the door please."

I pushed it closed with my foot then walked over, setting down a cup of coffee, then laying the small box next to it.

"What is this?" Missy asked.

"A gift from Jo."

"Do you know what is in here?"

"She asked that I not open it, and it's for you, so no I have no clue," I answered.

Missy opened the end of the box and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I watched the smile spread over her face as she read it. "Perfect," she purred, then folded the paper and put it back in the box before tucking the box into a drawer.

"So?" I asked.

"For me to know, and you to find out later." Missy nodded her head towards the corner of the office. "What do you think?"

In the corner stood one of the company's several dress forms, but it was what it was wearing that really took my breath away. It looked like a cross between a maids uniform, a frilly prom dress with a multilayer underskirt, and something you would see in an adult anime. It was all shades of purple with white and gold accents. All the colors of Missy's logo.

"Well?" Missy asked again.

"It's... so beautiful! Is it for a new line?" I asked.

"No, it's for you."

"What!?"

Missy stood up and walked over to the dress. "Remember I told you that Abby would have a uniform? Well, this is it. Or, it will be when it is done. We will need to do a few fittings and make sure things are properly displayed, other things properly hidden, and then we will have a few of them made in case one gets dirty."

"It's really for me?"

I could feel the tears filling my eyes as Missy turned to me with a smile. "Would you like to try it on?"

I had no words, so I simply nodded.

"Then strip," she said with an evil grin.

T-shirt and jeans, I stripped to my underwear in record time.

"Bra too. This dress has built-in support."

The bra came off revealing that I was still wearing my fake slut nipple piercings. I blushed a little, but I don't know why. My Mistress knows I'm a slut.

"Such a good slut you are," Missy cooed. "I meant to tell you to always wear those, but I had forgotten. What a good girl you are to not need my instruction. Now, arms up while I slip this over your head."

The dress was much more complicated to put on than I had first thought. The multi-layers of poofy underskirt made it hard to find the center, and then the bodice was thicker and heavier than it looked under the delicate materials. Once my arms found the sleeves things settled into place a little better.

Missy moved behind me and started tugging at laces. "I built a corset right into the dress so that you don't have to dress in layers."

She grunted and I fell backward. "Lean into it a little," she instructed.

I sucked in my belly as she pulled and tried to time my leaning with her tugs on the laces.

"Right, that will have to be tight enough for now. It's not stitched all the way yet and yanking might break something."

Missy walked around in front of me, fluffing out the skirt of the dress as she went. I looked down and tried to tug the bodice up a little more as my breasts were just hanging out between a slit in the fabric.

"Ahh, yes, almost perfect," Missy said. "Here, it is meant to work like this."

She folded out a little ledge of fabric that was folded under the front of the bodice. "This is going to need more structure," Missy mumbled to herself.

The fabric, it turns out, was to be a one-quarter cup meant to hold my breasts up. They covered absolutely nothing. It truly was just a shelf to display my breasts on. The strip of fabric that went over my breast and caused the slit-like appearance was meant to be pulled down and actually cover my breasts. Though it was so thin and clingy that it left nothing to the imagination.

"Do these two pieces get sewn together?" I asked.

Missy scoffed. "Why would I do something silly like that? Look, pull it up and it perfectly displays your breasts, or it will when the structure is finished."

She pulled the material up allowing it to rest at the top of my chest, then pushed my breasts up higher with her hands.

"See? A perfect display for the perfect breasts of my pet."

I could feel the heat rising to my face.

"Why would I make it like this you are asking yourself? Two reasons. One it's a perk for me to have easy access to your breasts when I want to, and two if you don't move carefully you will be showing off your tits to everyone."

The red in my face deepened.

"Exciting isn't it? The chance that some person you don't know could see a private part of you in public," Missy teased. "But the best part is that I made the dress just long enough to cover your ass when you are standing up. Bend just the slightest and that beautiful ass is on display just like your tits."

Without even thinking about it I bent over slightly waving my ass in Missy's direction. It earned me a stinging slap across my left ass cheek.

"There will be matching panties and stockings. I'm still trying to decide on a collar, leather, or lace... But at least I remembered your sizes correctly so now I can finish sewing this one together and get the pattern out for another two or three."

Missy pulled loose the knot in the back and I felt my body expand. We spent the next five minutes getting the dress off me and back onto the dress form.

"Sadly, you will have to have help getting into that dress each time I need you to use it. But, it's worth the extra time. And yes, before you beg, I will have one made in pink for the house."

A squeal escaped my lips as I jumped and clapped my hands.

"Such an airhead!" Missy admonished.

Biting my lip and swaying my hips slightly, I watched as she walked back over to her desk and took a drink of coffee.

"What?" she asked.

"How can I ever repay you?" I said in my most sultry voice. "You do so many things for me. You make me look and feel beautiful. I want to repay you, but I find myself a little short on funds."

Still wearing nothing but my panties, my obvious arousal leading the way, I swayed my way over to the desk. "I know you are my boss and this is my first day, but maybe we can come to an arrangement for the payment of my new uniforms," I said with a smile and a wink.

Missy grinned, catching on to my meaning. "I'm sure we can come up with something," she said, patting the corner of her desk.

I moved over and sat on the corner she had indicated spreading my legs slowly. Missy turned her chair slightly and leaned back spreading her legs likewise. I wasn't sure what she wanted, I couldn't go down on her while she was wearing jeans.

"Take it out," she ordered, nodding at my cock.

I pulled my panties to the side slowly and let my cock pop free. Missy smiled and put her hand down her pants.

"Rub it," she said softly.

My hand wrapped around my cock and I stroked it slowly.

"Mmmmm yes, just like that," Missy purred. "Play with your tits too."

Leaning back slightly I put my free hand on my breast, squeezing and rubbing my nipple trying not to dislodge my piercing. My fingers were soon covered in slippery pre-cum as they slowly slid up and down my shaft.

Missy moaned and squirmed in her seat, her eyes locked on mine.

"Cum for me slut," she commanded.

I increased the speed of my strokes and gasped as the first line of cum sprayed from my cock to land on the floor. My hips jerked, almost knocking me off the corner of the desk as the second line sprayed forth to join the first on the floor.

"My my my, what a naughty little slut you are," Missy said with a smile. "And a messy one, look at what you have done to my nice floor. I hope you have a plan to clean that up. We can't leave any evidence of our dalliance for others to find"

Out of breath, but happy, I slipped off the desk and dropped to my knees. Looking around I didn't spot anything to clean it up with right away, so I did what any good slut would do. I lowered my face to the floor and began licking up my own cum.

"Abby no!" Missy cried. "It was a joke! Don't do that, there is no telling what I have stepped in!"

Sitting back on my knees I couldn't help but giggle as Missy threw paper towels in my direction. I cleaned up quickly, throwing the soiled towels in the small can under Missy's desk, then stood up to get dressed.

"I can't believe you did that," Missy scolded me.

"I was being spontaneous?" I joked questioningly.

"Disgusting is more like it."

"And here I thought you would like to watch me eat my own cum," I said pulling on my jeans.

"Normally, I would love watching that, but not off my dirty floor," Missy answered.

"Here," I said, tossing my bra on her desk. "A reminder of your slut so you can think about me while I'm gone and plan out the rest of my payment."

Missy picked it up and let it hang from one finger. "You don't think you are going to need this?"

Pulling my shirt down, I poked at a nipple to adjust the placement of a piercing, then turned to face her. The shirt she had given me was so clingy that my nipples and piercings were clearly visible.

"I thought you would like my new look," I said with a grin.

"Very much," Missy whispered, her eyes locked on my chest.

Moving around behind her desk I leaned over to kiss her, but her hand came up between us quickly.

"Uh-huh! You just licked that nasty floor! I am not kissing you!"

I gave her my best pout but settled for a kiss on the head.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," she whispered back. "Have a safe trip?"

"I will do my best. Chris should be back any time and we will get on the road."

"Good. That shipment should have been there three days ago," Missy said as I stepped in front of her desk. "There will be a couple of local hauls when you get back to be sure, so don't think you are coming back to nothing because you guys cleaned the docks up so well."