The Blue Life Ch. 12: Lace Boudoir

"OK, we've got about 15 minutes until your appointment. There's a nice used bookstore on the way to the Lingerie Store. Or we could sit in the car and talk and kiss for a bit."

"I would love to neck in the car. But we have a problem, Master."

"What's that Pretty Sally?"

"I am very wet for you right now, Robert. I am squeezing my legs together, because I don't want to put a dark spot on my dress that will look like a peed myself."

"I will take that as a compliment. Alright, then pull your dress down to your knees."

"Robert, you're not helping." Mrs. Whitehall was shaking her head.

I got out of the car. "I'm not joking, Mrs. Whitehall. Pull down your skirt."

"Yes, Sir. But, shouldn't I come with you?"

"I'm not going anywhere." I went to the trunk and pulled out a clean towel. My Dad makes us keep a clean towel in the trunk. It's part of our "Emergency Car Kit," along with a flashlight, flares, a small toolkit and jumper cables. I got back in the car. Sally's skirt was around her knees. I could smell her excitement now. I kissed Sally's lips, just a light peck. "Lift your ass, Little Girl. Sit on this. Now, spread your legs. No, don't cover yourself. Let Daddy see your sweet pussy. We have no secrets."

"Are we going to fuck, Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweetie. Daddy's going to fuck your butt and make you his Dirty Whore."

"Here? Now? In the Parking Garage?"

I kissed her again, and reached between her legs.Mrs. Whitehall whimpered a little, and then moaned when I began to dry her pussy with a corner of the towel. I had to stop myself from trying to masturbate her. The point was to dry her pussy, not turn her into a river. "We aren't going to fuck here, not today at least. But someday, maybe we'll come back and I will take you in Ye Olde Garage. Here. Dry yourself." I handed her the end of the towel. I got out of the car and got a bottle of Baby Powder from my gym bag. I also pocketed a surprise for later. When I got back in the car, Mrs. Whitehall looked at me skeptically and asked, "Is that a sex toy?"

"No, it's Baby Powder. It will help dry you, and the light scent will mask the scent of your excitement during your fitting."

Sally laughed, "Then I had better use a lot, Master." She powdered her pussy liberally. I told her not to worry about the car. She brushed away the excess with her fingers and the towel. I blew away some of the excess powder. "Please, Daddy, don't get me started, or you will have to fuck me here."

"Pull up your skirt, Pretty Sally. You have a beautiful, sweet smelling pussy. And I can't wait until I get another chance to lick it."

"Bobby McMillan, you are so bad," she laughed, "I'm going to tell your mother."

"You and Mom have told each other a lot of things."

"Not everything, Sir." She put the bottle of Baby Powder in her purse. "If you make me go around without panties all the time, Sir, I will have to carry a bottle of Baby Powder in my purse!"

I smiled."Well then, let's go get you some panties, Sally. C'mon. Hike up your skirt." I got out of the car while she was pulling up her skirt. I walked around the car and opened her door for her, and held out my hand. Sally stood up, adjusted some of the wrinkles out of her skirt and brushed off some errant Baby Powder. Then we walked out of the garage and down the street. We passed, "Bibliophile Browne's Bookstore," on the way to The Lace Boudoir.

"Sir," Sally said, "I've been in the Lace Boudoir. It's pretty upscale."

"You deserve some finer things, Sally."

"Yes, but I can't afford to replace all of my bras and panties in one go here."

"OK. We'll just pick out a few things today. But, you will just have to plan to wear those special items when you see me. Also, when you get fitted and know your correct size, and you have a sense of what looks good on you, and by that I mean, what I think looks good on you, you can shop online or in other less expensive stores for similar, quality lingerie."

"Thank you, Master. That sounds reasonable."

We got to the Lingerie Shop about 5 minutes before the appointment. We were assisted by a tall, lovely Latina woman in her twenties named, Sondra. Sally introduced me as her fashion adviser. I chuckled at that. Sondra took us back to a fitting room and took some initial measurements with Sally's clothes on. She said, "Are you comfortable with taking measurements without your clothes, and especially with your bra off, Sally? I can get the best measurements that way. Your fashion adviser can step outside or stay in the room if you like."

Sally blushed. "I would rather Robert stay for moral support. I'm pretty shy. I've never had a fitting like this before. And I'm only here because Robert insisted."

"I was telling Sally that she is a beautiful woman, and that her clothes ought to reflect that, all the way down to her bra and panties," I said, "That's why we're here."

Sondra smiled. She had perfectly straight, white teeth, and a beaming smile I hadn't noticed before. She nodded. "That's what The Lace Boutique is all about."

Sally took off her blouse. Sondra asked, "What size bra do you normally wear?"

"I've worn a 40F for years," Sally replied.

"Well, we can do better than this," Sondra said, "Notice how your breasts are bulging here and here. You want a smoother line there. And I'm guessing this bra is more than 9 months old."

"It's almost a year."

"Women with generous breasts like yourself need to replace their bras more often. I would recommend, at least every five to seven months. Here, take your bra off, and we will get some measurements."

Sally unclasped her bra and took it off. Her very large breasts bounced free on her chest. She looked at me for approval. I smiled, licked my lips, and raised my eyebrows.

Sondra took some measurements, and said, "I think you're a 42G, Sally. But the proof will be in trying some bras on. Just having a measurement isn't enough, because different style bras will fit differently. You want to make sure you try on a new style before you buy it."

I asked, "Can she try on matching panties too?"

"No, Robert," Sally said, "That's against the law."

Sondra offered, "Actually, you can try on panties, but only over the panties you are wearing."

"Well, that makes no difference then. Because I'm not wearing panties right now anyway."

"I think we can come up with a work-around," I said. "Sondra, could you bring Sally a flesh toned thong? She will wear that, and we will buy that for sure. And then will she be able try on her other panties over that?"

"Yes, Sir. I think that would be fine. I will come back with a selection of styles. Just to get the sizing right. Then you can wander the store to see if something else catches your eye."

Sally took off her skirt. Sondra took two measurements of her hips and waist. Then left the room.

I walked over behind Sally and turned her to face the mirror. "Daddy? What are you doing?," Sally whispered.

"I'm admiring my big, beautiful, submissive slut's delectable titties in the mirror." I cupped her breasts and lifted them up to about the height her bra would have them. "You don't need a bra, Sally. I could walk behind you all day, just holding your tits, like this."

"Bobby! Behave! She's going to come back any second. And she'll find you, oh my, pinching my nipples. Robert, please? You'll have me dripping down my legs."

I leaned down and kissed her neck. "I can't help myself. You're just too tasty, Mrs. Whitehall."

Sally turned and quickly kissed me on the lips. "Bobby, you need to stand over there!"

"Over here?" I took two steps over to the corner of the room. I smiled an innocent smile.

"Yes, there."

"OK. I will just put my hands in my pockets and touch my hard cock."

"You're hard, right now? Oh my." Sally sounded genuinely surprised.

"Of course. Seeing you naked. Fondling your beautiful breasts. And knowing everything we will soon be doing with each other. Most definitely, Little Girl, your Daddy is very hard for you."

"Oh my, Master. You make me feel so beautiful and so dirty all at the same time." She looked at the floor and shuffled her feet.

From behind the curtain, Sondra said, "Knock- knock!" She waited a couple seconds before pulling back the curtain. "I've got nude, black and white. Those are the basic colors. Two bras in each color and three panties. Here are the nude thong panties. They're very plain. You don't want a lot of lace, not if you're trying stuff on over them." She handed Sally the thong.

"Oh my," Sally exclaimed, "There's hardly any material here. Which way do these go on?" Sondra showed her. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up. "Is it supposed to just go right up my butt-crack?" I laughed. Sally turned and gave me an angry look. "Don't you laugh at me, Sir! This barely covers my hoo-ha in the front, and it leaves my ass hanging out in the back!"

"Sally, you have a full, beautiful butt. It's nice to see it like this. You're very sexy."

"He's right, Sally," the saleswoman agreed. "I wish more women came in with such discerning and encouraging fashion consultants."

"Thank you, both," Sally said, "But, look at me, Sir. I'm a mess. I've got pubic hairs sticking out all over the place in front."

"Some men prefer that full, natural look, Sally," Sondra said, being encouraging.

Sally looked at me, "Master, what do you think?"

I don't think Sally realized what she had called me. But I saw Sondra look at me, raise an eyebrow, nod and enigmatically smile. She caught it. I looked at Sally. "We will trim it later," I said. "I have some experience."

"Sir, I'm also a licensed Esthetician. We have a waxing studio on site. And I don't have any more appointments today. You're my last one."

Sally said, "How much does that cost?"

"A Bikini Wax is $40. A Brazilian is $60. And a full Hollywood is $80. But all of those treatments include a complimentary gel that soothes and reduces ingrown hairs. That's a twenty dollar value."

"How long would that take?" I asked.

"I can get a standard Bikini Wax done in twenty minutes. A full Hollywood takes about forty-five minutes to an hour. A Brazilian would take somewhere between those two."

Sally was confused. "I'm sorry. I don't even know what a Brazilian or a Hollywood are," she said.

Sondra explained, "A standard Bikini Wax will remove the hairs along your bikini line. It will make you look neat and trim, especially in swimwear, or in lingerie. A Brazilian takes more hair. It will leave you with just a triangle on top, or a landing strip. And it will also clean up any hairs down and behind, between your buttocks and around your anus. A Hollywood will remove all your pubic hair. You would be as smooth as a baby."

Sally was flustered. "I don't know what to say. I've never done anything like that."

"Today is a day of firsts, Sally," I said. "We would like a modified Bikini Wax. I want to keep Sally's bush looking as full and natural as possible, but I want all the hair to be within the confines of that thong. Also, I don't want the shaping of a Brazilian. But I do want whatever hairs trail down below and around Sally's butthole cleaned up."

"That will be $50. But, I'll tell you what. If you spend $150 on lingerie, I'll only charge you $25 for the wax. And if you spend $250, I will throw in the wax for free."

"And if we spend $500?" I asked.

"If you spend at least $500, the wax is free and I will discount your bill by twenty percent. Does that sound good, Sir?"

"That sounds very good, Sondra."

"Then, I will get my station ready. Set the waxes to warm. They'll be ready in about ten to fifteen minutes. You go through what I've brought in. Sally can try on her first bra. And I will be right back to check on the fit."

I smiled and thanked her. Then I went through the six bras and nine pairs of panties that Sondra had brought in. I eliminated two of the bras right away. Then, I eliminated three panties. They just weren't sexy enough. Sally tried on a black bra with lace panels. It was conservative, but still very girly and flirty. I liked it, but it didn't seem to fit exactly right. Sondra came back in and admired the bra. She adjusted the straps at the shoulders and the tension in the back.

"There. How does that feel?" Sondra asked.

"Amazing. I don't feel as much pressure on my upper back." Sally was smiling and turning to look at herself from different angles.

"That's because you're wearing a properly fitting bra."

"You look amazing, Pretty Sally," I said. The bra fit perfectly now. Sondra really knew her craft.

"Thank you, Sir. What size is this bra, Sondra?"

"It's a 42G. We went up a size and up a full cup size."

"Oh, that's not good," Sally looked cross or worried.

"You look amazing, Sally. Don't say otherwise."

"No. I meant that G cup bras are a harder size to find. A lot of brands only stock to Double D or Triple D. That's an E or F."

"We carry many bras in your cup size, Sally," Sondra said.

"Perfection is rarely easy, Sally," I said. "Let's try on some panties to go with that bra." The first pair she tried on were Boy Shorts. They didn't fit her ass right and made her legs seem short. It's funny. My mother really looks sexy in the same style of panties. The next one Sally tried on were full coverage in the back. But they seemed to flow perfectly with Sally's curves, and they were cut high on the hip, extending the line of her legs. But Sally wasn't sure about them.

"Sir, the front doesn't cover much more than the thong, and it's all sheer lace," she complained.

"The lace is very soft and sexy."

"But, I won't be wearing a thong underneath it, like I am now. And people will be able to see my you-know-what."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitehall. What did you say? I didn't understand that last part."

"Bobby! My pussy! These panties would practically put it on display."

I laughed. "And I see nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's what I like most about those panties. You have a beautiful pussy, Sally, as sexy as your breasts, and that's truly saying something. You're definitely getting that bra with those panties. You're a vision."

"I know, I'm just a consultant here," said Sondra, "but your fashion adviser is absolutely right, Sally. You look amazing!"

I said, "I'm going to go look out front at what they have in stock, Sally. Sondra, this pile are things that I've already eliminated. Please help Sally go through other options, and then call me back in when you're ready to show off another look."

Sondra began helping Sally off with her bra. "Yes, Sir," they both said, simultaneously. Then they laughed. Sally said, "Jinx."

I wandered the store. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, maybe something with more edge, more kink. A few minutes later, Sondra came out. She asked, "Sir, were you looking for something in particular?"

"Hmm. Yes. I would like a nice garter belt and stockings in black, something that would coordinate well with that black bra Sally just had on. Don't show it to her. It will be a surprise. Also, the simple, nude thong she is wearing now, now much is that?"

"That's normally $12.50, but it's on sale this week for just $10."

"Then, I want those thong panties in deep red, black, white, and a royal purple too, if you have it. Not lavender or pink."

Sondra smiled. "It's nice to work with a decisive customer who knows what they want."

"I also want something with more edge. Something more overtly sexy. A shelf bra. Or a bra that would expose Sally's beautiful nipples."

"I haven't seen a shelf bra made for anyone larger than a C cup, Sir. How about an ultra-sheer bra, and split-crotch panties. We have an elegant set in our Honeymoon collection."

I nodded. "Yes. I would like to see that."

"Sally tried on one bra that didn't fit her well. So we eliminated that and it's matching panties. She has on another bra and was stepping into the panties, when I came out here. I'm sure she's ready by now."

"Thank you, Sondra. You're excellent."

"I take Customer Satisfaction very seriously." She smiled and raised an eyebrow, as if she had intended that with some double meaning. Maybe I was imagining things. But I took a moment to notice Sondra as she sauntered away into her shop. She had the sexy sway to her hips of a woman fully confident of her sex appeal.

I went back into the fitting room. Sally was wearing all white. The bra had wider shoulder straps and a wider band in the back. It was simple and plain. But it fit perfectly. The panties were the full coverage in the front, cut high on the hip. But in the back, they hand a triangle cut out. that was crossed by five white cords, running from side to side. This had the result of revealing Sally's butt-cleavage, almost like her ass cheeks were breasts. The effect was very erotic.

"What do you think, Sally?"

"Oh, I love it, Master! The bra is heavenly. It's the most comfortable bra I've ever worn. The wider straps don't dig into my shoulders. And this wider band in the back makes me look like I have less back-fat."

"Sally?"

"I'm just being a realist, Sir. I'm chubby."

"You have generous curves," I said.

"Thank you, Bobby. You make me feel gorgeous. What do you think of this one, Sir? Is it sexy enough for you?"

"I love the cut of the panties. They make your ass look super-hot. The top is a little simple for my tastes. But, I can see how happy you are wearing it. And that is far more sexy than any lace, frills or design. What do you say we get this bra in several colors with coordinating panties in different styles. This could be your go-to everyday bra, for work. And then we can find a few other, frillier, sexier bras for date nights or special occasions."

"We'll be going on Date Nights, Daddy?"

"Of course, Little Girl. But we aren't going to be exclusive. Understand? My mother is primary. And I'm going to be looking to date women more my own age as well. And, I expect that more men will start to notice you and be asking you out too, Sally. I want you to feel free to accept those invitations without asking my permission. That's your life. But, just because you are my fuck-toy, Sally Whitehall, that doesn't mean I don't also know how to treat you like a Lady."

"Master, I'm going to have a hard time giving you back to your mother tomorrow," she sighed. Then out of nowhere she asked, "Do you think Sondra is pretty?"

"You mean the salesgirl who is helping us?"

"Yes. I think she likes you. She asked how long we had been a couple. I said that I've known you for years. And that we have a very special relationship now. But that you weren't my boyfriend, that you were more on loan from a good friend of mine. Should I have said that, Sir? I felt so naughty telling her that much. Anyway, she gave me a look, and then she asked, if you weren't exclusive, would I mind if she gave you her number. I said that was entirely up to you two."

"Well, that's something to consider."

"What do you mean? She's cute!"

I laughed. "I didn't really notice. I've been focused on you, Sally. You're beautiful, nearly naked, and you're my sub. My focus should be on you."

"I'm just saying, Sir-"

I cut her off, "Are you the one who finds Sondra attractive, Sally?"

"She's not interested in anyone like me, Sir. She likes you."

"That's not what I asked."

"I'm sorry, Sir. Yes. She's beautiful. And she's been touching me naked. And she's about to get very intimate with my lady parts." I snickered to myself at "lady parts." Sally went on, "I don't know. I'm just very horny and turned on right now. It's just very confusing. I just thought you should know, Robert."

I walked over to Sally and pulled her against me. I leaned down, and kissed her deeply. "My focus is on you," I said.

Sally moaned and grabbed my butt. She broke our kiss. "Sir, I have to get out of these panties. Because you are making me cream again. And I don't care if I'm wearing a thong. I won't be able to try on anything else."