Chapter 9

Miss pulled me into my bedroom and sat on my bed.

“Let’s see the clothes you got,” she said.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied

I blushed remembering all the slutty dresses and outfits I have. I went to my closet, pulled out a red party dress and draped it in front of my naked body.

“Put it on!” Miss ordered.

“Yes, Miss.”

I stepped into the dress and wiggled myself into the tight material. I pulled the straps up over my shoulders and adjusted it on my body. It wasn’t one of the sheerest dresses I had, but my nipples stuck out prominently. It was blatantly obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra and that I was either freezing cold or very horny. The hem came about two inches below my butt cheeks.

“See?” I said and did a twirl for my daughter, wiggling my butt. I wanted to please her.

“I’m sure you have heels to match,” She said.

I found the red strappy platform sandals and slipped them on.

“Nice!” Miss complimented.

I smiled since I pleased her. Without being told, I did a little catwalk strut for her. The hem of the dress crept up and landed right at the crease of my butt cheeks. I thought my cunny was still covered, barely. I didn’t adjust the hem as I walked.

“OK. Wear that outfit tomorrow. I want you to get your hair done while I’m in school. Tell the beautician you want to let it grow longer ask for a sexy style. And get a manicure and pedicure, too. Bright red polish to match your dress and shoes. And you need new make-up. Tell the girl at the make-up counter that you’re going to a costume party dressed as a prostitute,” Miss said, filling up my calendar for the day tomorrow, “Let her give you the make-over in the store and buy nail polish to match the rest of your outfits.”

“Yes, Miss,” I agreed.

“OK. Let’s see the next outfit,” she ordered.

The scene repeated with each of the dresses Ms. Connor made me buy. One was sluttier than the next. I was getting more and more horny with each one, thinking of walking out in the world dressed this way. Miss commented on each one.

“Ooooohh ... That one’s really see through,”

“Careful your titties don’t pop out of that one,”

“Make sure you wear that one on windy days, so you flash your naked cunny!”

It went the same with the skirts and tops. Very short, very low waisted, very transparent. Very slutty.

Miss made me wear matching heels with each outfit and do the catwalk. I loved showing off for my daughter, but I was worried about being out in public dressed in these slutty clothes. Something inside me felt that Ms. Connor had everything under control on our shopping trip. Who would look after me if I were out and about alone dressed like this?

After I tried on all the dresses and skirts, I showed Miss the tight leggings Ms. Connor had me buy.

“Miss? Do you think these are for me to wear under my dresses or skirts?” I asked with hope.

“I don’t know,” Miss answered, “Put the white ones on.”

I worked myself into the white leggings, under the skirt I was wearing. I pulled them up as far as I could, slipped my heels on, and turned to face my daughter. They were like sheer stockings on my legs and ended at mid-calf.

“Hmmmm...” Miss said, “I like the skirt much better with your legs naked. Take the skirt off.”

I pushed the tiny skirt down and stepped out of it.

“Nice camel toe!” Miss commented.

“Camel toe?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Look in the mirror,”

I turned to look in the mirror and saw exactly what Miss meant by ‘camel-toe’. The leggings were pulled up tight between my cunny lips. They were transparent everywhere except for the small portion around my cunny. The low waist left the top of my mound exposed. I turned and saw my naked butt showing through them.

“Perfect!” Miss said.

My heart sunk.

Miss had me model the rest of the leggings with matching tops and heels. All in all, I had about three weeks of outfits to wear and not a stitch of underwear.

After I modeled everything for Miss, I put everything away and laid my red dress out for tomorrow. My clit was throbbing, but I didn’t want to make Miss angry by asking for an orgasm. She was in a good mood from the fashion show. I was surprised that she didn’t put her robe back on but stayed naked the whole time.

“Time for me to cum in the garage,” she said when I was done, “and I want a squirt one, this time.”

Our garage was basically used for storage. I couldn’t fit my car in there any longer. Miss laid a towel on the work bench that my ex-husband used to use. She hopped up, shimmied herself to the edge of the wooden bench and pulled her knees up and apart, exposing her drenched cunny and swollen clit.

I didn’t wait for instructions and dove in. I licked her and sucked her massive clitty. When she started humping my face, I wiggled two fingers up her asshole, and she erupted onto my face. When she calmed down, she hopped off the bench and had me use the towel to clean us up.

Halfway up the stairs, Miss said, “I want to try on my clothes now. You can help me.”

“It’s getting late, Miss. You have school tomorrow. Maybe we should get to bed now.” I said.

She turned to face me and said, “You don’t get to tell me when to go to bed anymore,” and continued up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I was only suggesting...” I replied, but she ignored me and continued up and into her bedroom.

The scene in Miss’s bedroom was much different than the fashion show in mine, earlier. Miss tried on her tiny, sheer clothes glumly. I tried to help with some comments.