Chapter 10

I spent three weeks recuperating at the Jefferson house, including March break after my Saturday at the Morris’ house. During this period, several things happened.

Henry Morris was found dead in the pool of his residence. The official reason is that he had a heart attack while swimming alone in his pool, but according to Jefferson, it was probably the organization that eliminated him for what he did and especially said on that hellish Saturday. Because it seems that he said several things during my unconsciousness, including the fact that Beth was going to be enslaved before the end of the year and that Amanda would also be sold.

According to the official version, Lydia, Beth and Amanda left town to live with the Kellers and Lydia filed for divorce. Jefferson doesn’t believe it. It is almost certain that they were quickly enslaved somewhere in the organization.

Finally, the biggest change is that my status as a slave has changed again. Indeed, Jefferson bought me as a possible wife. Why is it possible wife and why can’t I marry him immediately? It seems that I am on probation and that if I prove that I am obedient and accept everything my master asks me to do, the organization will accept that I officially become his wife.

Jefferson warned me, when I was without my collar, that it will mean a lot of humiliating and degrading situations, but that he will try to ensure that it is always the least painful possible.

Once it’s official, it will also mean that Jefferson and I will try to get me pregnant. On the one hand, I want to have children with him, but I’m afraid, if we don’t succeed in destroying the organization, that we’re going to create future masters and future slaves. In any case, this change in status means that I no longer have any connection with the members of the organization at Hornburg College, except as a professor. I can accept and initiate sex, but no one can now force me to do anything. My collar is changed, even if it’s still with the heart and the golden studs, but the part that was black on the collar is now a purple. It’s the color of the Bentley family.

During my first week back at Hornburg College as a teacher, only Romain Gibson and Danh Nguyen fucked me. It was one evening that Jefferson was supposed to stay later at the College and I was the one who went to pick them up to bring them to my class. As always with them, I had very satisfying orgasms. This week, I taught again in Elda’s old clothes, but Jefferson promised me that this weekend we will buy clothes especially for me.

Clothing purchases

Note: This part draws its inspiration from several stories of Vulgus containing this kind of place.

We just got out of the shower on this Saturday afternoon and Jefferson is putting my collar back on me before saying: “So, my little personal whore, we are finally going to replace your clothes that are no longer to my taste. For now, put on this old dress of Elda’s.”

It’s my favorite dress and I thought it was one of the dresses I could keep, but it seems not. The good thing is that I’m going to have new clothes!

We drive for a while, then we enter an industrial section of town and I think, for a moment, that we are just going to pass through there to take a shortcut to a shopping center, but that is not the case. We arrive in front of the store called “Intimate Reflections” and in the parking lot there are many cars.

I immediately realize, looking at the windows of the shop, that it does not only sell sexy clothes and lingerie, but that it is also an erotic shop.

In the entrance hall of the building, an imposing man, dressed in a black jacket and with an earpiece like you can see in spy movies, points to a large poster on the left wall. It is written in large letters:

Jefferson hands his cell phone to the man, who hands him a black plastic card the size of a credit card, with the number 12 written on both sides.

Then we enter the shop itself. I had seen that from the outside it was big, but it’s much more imposing from the inside.

Each section is very well indicated with light panels on the walls. From what I can see, the sections closest to the entrance are for more traditional clothes, dresses and shoes and the further you go inside the store, the more sections there are like evening dresses and nylons followed towards the back of the sex toys and erotic video sections.

Considering the size of the place, I’m a little surprised to see that there are only two fitting rooms near the checkout. I guess that means there are others further down the shop.

There are several young women near the checkout. They don’t wear uniforms or even name tags, but I suspect they are wearing clothes from the store and obviously they are there to help because two of the women are advancing towards us.

The first is a redhead with generous breasts, possibly too much to be natural and the second, who looks younger, is a blonde with long hair.

This is the red-haired woman who speaks: “Welcome to Intimate Reflections. I’m Moira Morrow, the owner of this establishment and this is Jane, one of my assistants. She is the one who will accompany you for your purchases today.”

She adds: “That said, don’t hesitate if you have any questions you want to ask me, we are here to serve you in the best way possible.”

Jefferson and Jane go forward together and talk in a low voice. For my part, I just follow them while looking around the different products for sale in this strange shop.

They add a lot of clothes as we move through the aisles. I’m going to have a lot of clothes to try on and at the moment, I haven’t seen any other fitting rooms.

Among the clothes placed in the cart, there are some who could do to teach, but not a lot. At least, not to teach without looking like a prostitute.

It’s not on the level of what I’ve been forced to wear by the people of Reedland, but in some cases, it’s not much better.

The lingerie section has a lot of things that I wish I had, although I wouldn’t want to wear them for anyone other than Jefferson. Several pieces, more than I really need, are put in the cart.

Then, we arrive at a section with tops and short pants with messages. Jefferson chose several of them in different colors and with different vulgar messages, such as «Fuck me», «I Swallow» or «Sexy Bitch». I don’t know when I’m going to have the ‘chance’ to wear this, but I don’t say anything. It’s not me who decides and besides, it’s not me who pays either. I wouldn’t have taken anything in this section. Luckily, I really like the other clothes he has chosen.

Finally, we arrive in the Sex toys section and Jefferson takes several boxes which he puts in the basket before continuing to the bottom.

Jefferson turns to me and says, “It’s almost over Sigrid, all that’s left to do is try it all.” As we continue to the back, it means that, as I thought, and there are other fitting rooms in addition to the two at the front.

Jane pushes the cart and Jefferson takes my hand to accompany me to the back of the store.

The first thing I notice are the two imposing men, dressed like the guard at the entrance, watching a group of customers who are in front of the fitting rooms.

When we get a little closer, I realize that none of the four spacious fitting rooms have doors and that obviously many of the customers take the opportunity to watch the women who try clothes in them.

In addition, the fitting rooms are made up of walls and a floor entirely made of mirrors. In a normal fitting room, i.e. with a door, it would simply be practical to be able to observe from all angles when trying on to see if the garment fits well.

In the circumstances, this is still the case, but it also allows the voyeurs to see the woman who is changing from all angles. This explains why we had to hand over the cell phones to the guard at the entrance!

I look at Jefferson who gives me a smile and a wink before placing himself with me in the small group of customers.

At the moment, only one fitting room is occupied. It is the one on the right and the client is a young and pretty blonde. She is wearing only small panties made of an almost transparent pink material. The woman blushed furiously while focusing her attention on one of the men in the voyeur group. She smiles nervously as she places a sexy top in the same material as the little panties on her obviously excited breasts. These clothes hide her nudity a little, but in fact, they accentuate the beauty of the young woman.

I might have stayed longer to watch the show, if only so I wouldn’t have to put on a show myself, but Jefferson makes me walk forward and through the crowd of mostly men and young couples who are looking at the blonde instead of trying on clothes.

Jefferson leads me to the leftmost fitting room.

Some of the customers then notice that I am going to one of the fitting rooms and they move to better see me change.

Jefferson comes up to me and says softly in my ear: “Now my little whore, you’re going to do what I tell you without opposing anything, aren’t you?”

I’m too nervous to do anything other than nod. He adds, still so that just me can hear him: Don’t worry my bitch, you won’t get fucked by these people. At least not this time.

Jane brings me a first dress to try on. It’s one of the dresses I found the most interesting, but I didn’t anticipate that I was going to try it on in front of anyone other than Jefferson. I take off my blouse and they can see my breasts which are not hidden by a bra. Then, I take off my skirt and they realize that I am not wearing panties. No one comments openly, but when I look at the group of customers, I can see that a few people are talking quietly. Considering the number of clothes I have to try on, I don’t try to hide those parts of the body that no one should normally show in public.

I try not to think about people looking at me and I put on the first dress. It’s sexier than I would have thought, but it fits me very well, fitting my feminine curves advantageously. At least, it is much more flattering than all of Reedland’s clothes. There are several identical dresses, except for the colors and I almost expect Jefferson to insist that I try them all, but no, Jane is coming with another model.

One after the other I try on these dresses which will be my new collection of clothes to teach at the College. After getting naked in front of the audience several times, I realize that it’s strangely exciting. I even look at the clients from time to time and it gives me a kind of perverse pleasure to see all these men who obviously have erections that they hide as much as they can.

That said, when Jane brings one of the tops with text and I see that what is written is: «Slut in Training» my embarrassment comes back quickly. I look at Jefferson and see him silently saying, ‘I love you’. It gives me courage to continue.

I try on several models, each with obscene messages, but at least, as with the dresses, he only makes me try on one model of each one that is different.

Finally, it’s time to try lingerie. Again, trying this on and even wearing it for Jefferson is going to make me happy, they’re still very nice and sexy clothes, but doing it in front of strangers is a whole other thing. I don’t know why, but for me, being naked in front of this audience is one thing, but lingerie is for my lover. I do it anyway because I have to play the game for myself and Jefferson. So, I put on and take off these clothes one model after the other.

I just put the last piece of clothing that was in the cart, and piece in this case, it’s actually a good description. Because it’s a little panty split in the middle and the bra is also split in the middle, letting my breasts show more than hiding them.

I expect Jefferson to tell me to put my clothes back on, but he pulls a dildo out of one of the boxes and Jane comes to bring it to me. Jefferson says: “I want to make sure it works well, you have to test it, Sigrid.”

He wants me to masturbate with a dildo in front of the clients, whose number seems to have increased even more. If it weren’t for the strict rules of the shop, I imagine that many would give me encouragement, but no, the silence is almost deafening. None of them whispers to each other. They are probably waiting to see if I’m actually going to do it. What they don’t know is that I have no choice!

Despite all that I’ve shown these people about my body since the moment I started trying on the clothes, it’s even more embarrassing. Because I don’t have to try on clothes. No, this time I have to do a clearly sexual act in front of them. I look at the dildo. It is a dildo that can be attached with a suction cup to the floor or to a wall. Without thinking about it further, I do it. I fix it to the ground near the back wall and squat above the object to push it deep into my vagina.

Of course, I am perfectly able to do this without any problem, my vagina is perfectly wet for this.

I keep it deep inside me and wait for Jefferson’s next order. Except that it’s Jane who’s approaching, and although she seems embarrassed, she leans in to whisper in my ear: He wants you to masturbate and caress your breasts for the next 5 minutes.

Only five minutes left and I will finally have finished this humiliating demonstration. So, I start to go up and down on the plastic sex while caressing my breasts. The excitement starts to build despite the position. The only reason I don’t collapse in an orgasm is the fact that the squat position is getting harder and harder to maintain. Luckily, Jefferson announces: “you can stop Sigrid “.

I lean against the wall behind me with my back and hands, then I stand up and pick up the dildo. I want to get dressed and go home, but Jane, who is now blushing almost as much as the young blonde from earlier, approaches me again with another dildo, this time a glass one.

Jefferson says, smiling: “Sigrid, you’re going to try this one, but this time, as you are tired, it is the nice assistant who will use it on you. All right?”

I understand that he has to humiliate me so that we can have a future together, but I’m starting to find that he’s enjoying it a little too much. In spite of that, I nod my head and I watch the young woman approach me.

The young woman hesitates for a moment, but she moves towards me and I lean against the wall again. I’m not sure if she’s ever used a dildo because for a moment, she doesn’t seem to know what to do. But it only lasts for a moment. squats down and she slowly advances the dildo to my sex.

When the sex toy touches my lips, it’s cold, but I don’t say anything, I don’t want her to refuse if I complain.

She pushes the glass dildo slowly and the coolness of the object doesn’t bother me for very long. Especially when she starts fucking me with it. Earlier, the position was too difficult to reach an orgasm, but this time it’s different and the fact that I don’t control the sex toy that fucking me turns me on even more.

I don’t dare tell her to stop, because that would be disobeying Jefferson, but if she doesn’t stop soon, I’m really going to cum in front of the customers!

It’s just when I think this that I explode into a powerful orgasm and fall on my knees and Jane lets go of the dildo. It stays deep in my vagina for a moment before coming out and falling to the floor.

I quickly get up to the applause of several of the people who have just watched me get an orgasm in front of them.

I hope Jefferson will decide that he’s had enough, that we’re finally going to leave and my hope increases even more when he approaches us. Jane is obviously embarrassed and doesn’t know what to do with herself.

He leans over me and says to me in a way that only I and maybe the assistant can hear: “This nice young woman made you cum. Don’t you think you should reciprocate with your tongue?”

Jane obviously understands because she takes a few steps back, but Jefferson takes her hand and she lets it happen when he places her back on the mirror at the back. Then he motions for me to move forward with the other hand.

The young woman says nothing and I kneel in front of her. The position is not good for what I have to do and I push on her thighs to make her understand. She hesitates for a moment before spreading her legs and I move my face towards her sex. I lift her short skirt and I lower her little panties, her very wet panties. She probably wouldn’t want to admit it, but she was excited by the show I put on during my fitting and possibly even more so by what she did to me with the glass dildo. In fact, she’s already so excited that it only takes a few licks for her to push my head away and collapse to the floor with a violent orgasm.

I’m almost surprised not to hear any applause following this show. But when I turn back to them, I immediately notice that Moira Morrow, the owner, is at the front of the group of customers and that she is obviously not happy.

She motions to Jane who quickly walks towards her. After a few words said quietly, Jane goes to take the cart with the clothes we selected and goes to the front of the store with Jefferson who looks at me without saying anything before following the young woman.

Then, the owner motions for me to follow her. Since Jefferson didn’t tell me anything, I follow her. We go to the center of the store and to a door that I hadn’t noticed. Behind the door, it is obviously an office, possibly Moira’s, with a large desk with a computer and administrative equipment.

Without saying anything, she motions for me to sit on an armchair facing the desk and takes a seat in the one behind the desk. She has a serious look and asks me: “Are you forced to obey Mr. Bentley?”

I answer only what is not only the truth, for I would do anything for Jefferson, but also what I have to say, considering my position as a slave in the organization: “No “.

Moira said, “I don’t believe you’re telling me the truth. At least, not the whole truth. I believe you are somehow forced by Mr. Bentley. I say this because you are not the first who has come here with a necklace similar to the one you are wearing. The other times, it was other men who brought these women, but the type of necklace they wore is obviously the same. Each time, the women performed sexual acts in one of the fitting rooms. One of these times, I even had to call in the security guards because it was getting out of hand.”

It is too close to the truth! I want to reply, but she raises her hand and continues: “You don’t have to tell me the truth, I know very well what it’s like to be under the thumb of another person and how difficult it can be to talk about it. But if you ever want to free yourself one day, don’t hesitate to come and see me.”

She looks at me without saying anything for a moment, as if to give me a chance to get it off my chest and tell the truth. On the one hand, I’d like to have his help, but if I speak up now, not only will I be in danger, but Moira could be in danger too.

She stands up and says, “There’s nothing I can do to help you until you’re ready.”

We then go together to the front of the store where Jane is at the checkout and registers our purchases. It’s crazy how so little fabric can cost so much! The total goes up to more than two thousand dollars!

Before Jefferson pays, the amount suddenly changes and after a mental calculation, a discount of about 30% was applied to the total!

Jefferson turns to the landlady and says, “Thank you, Mrs. Morrow.”

She replies, without smiling: “I only follow the rules I have put in place, Mr. Bentley. Feel free to come back.”

We get back in the car and we go home.

During the evening when I didn’t have the collar, we talked about the Intimate Reflections boutique and Moira Morrow.

Jefferson explained to me that I was right not to tell Moira the truth, because since I was wearing the collar, it is almost certain that the organization would have heard of the conversation. From what he knows about her, Moira Morrow suffered abuse similar to what I and the slaves suffer with the organization, but it was not the organization, or at least not the same organization. He doesn’t know how she managed to get out of it, but she did. She then started her business with funds that were partly earned from the production of pornographic films where she and other women were the actresses. The organization sent Jefferson 3 years ago to buy her company, but she refused.

Jefferson believes that if they can find a way to actually take on the organization, Moira could possibly be an ally in this endeavor.

The rest of the winter semester went off without incident at Hornburg College. I went to see my friends a few times in the Reedland dormitory, but it was difficult, knowing that soon they would realize the betrayal of the organization.

Except for occasional encounters with Romain Gibson and Danh Nguyen, I have not had sexual contact with anyone other than Jefferson. At least at the College.

For outside of the College, Jefferson continued to make sure that the organization knew that he was treating me like a slave and that he was making sure that I obeyed at all times.

Nothing equivalent to what the organization had done to me at the College, but still things that I would have preferred not to have to do. For example, one evening in April, we went to the restaurant together for an evening with members of the organization.

The restaurant

Tonight, we are going to an Italian restaurant together. This is an exception to his diet because we are having a date night.

At least, that is what I should believe from what he told me when I had the collar on this morning.

In fact, Jefferson explained to me when we were in the shower, that this is another test of the organization to break my spirits and make sure that I will obey at all times. He believes that it is also a test to make sure that he is not in love with me, that he understands that I am just a slave like any other. A group of men from the organization will abuse me tonight. Jefferson doesn’t know the details, but it shouldn’t be on the same level as with the Morris.

To be prepared for any eventuality, he helps me do an enema. Because if I ever get fucked in the ass and they want a blowjob afterwards, it will be much less difficult or certainly less disgusting for me. This is not the first time we do this before a risky outing with members of the organization. Even if the other times, I had not been fucked in the ass, I do not want to take any chances.

As I get into the car, I feel good and wear a jacket over one of my sexy dresses while Jefferson wears a sleek suit and tie.

When we arrive, I see that Jefferson was right, it’s a luxurious place with well-spaced tables and an intimate atmosphere.

Jefferson gives his name to the woman at the reception and he obviously made a reservation, because she doesn’t ask any questions and leads us to a quiet booth in the back with a large round table with two large leather seats. Jefferson sits with his back to the wall and he gestures for me to sit across from him, so with my back to the room.

A young waiter appears almost instantly and Jefferson says that for now we’ll just have a glass of water.

When the young man leaves to go get this, Jefferson leans over to me and says, “Sigrid, you must be very hot, take off your jacket.”

I play the game without saying anything and so I take off my jacket.

Then he leans over to me again and says: “Your breasts must be warm too, Sigrid, take them out of your dress.”

I answer while doing so: “Yes master”

When the waiter comes back with our glasses of water, it only takes a few moments before he notices my exposed breasts. He doesn’t say anything, but stays for a few moments staring at my chest. Then he says, “I’ll let you look at the menu and I’ll come back and take your orders.”

Jefferson adds: “Actually, since some friends are to join us, we’re going to wait for them to arrive before ordering. In the meantime, can you bring a slice of chocolate cake for my pretty wife?”

When the waiter disappears, Jefferson looks at me for a moment before saying, “Do you have anything to tell me, cunt?”

I answer: “No, master.”

The waiter comes back with a plate with a slice of chocolate cake that looks delicious. The waiter looks directly at my breasts as he places the plate in front of me.

Jefferson says, looking at the waiter: “If you want, you can play with them, my wife likes having her breasts caressed. Don’t you Sigrid?”

I look at the waiter and I make my friendliest face and I say: “Yes, I like having my breasts caressed.”

The man looks around, as if he expects it to be a joke made by other employees, but then he takes my breasts in his hand. His hands are cold and he pinches me more than he caresses me.

Luckily, after a few moments, Jefferson says: “That’s enough, you can go back for now, I’ll call you if necessary.”

When the waiter leaves, Jefferson says: “Eat slut, it’s your dinner.”

I eat the piece of cake, but even though it is delicious, I can’t help but fear what will happen when the members of the organization arrive.

A few minutes after I finish eating in silence, a group of about ten men dressed like Jefferson arrive and greet Jefferson without paying attention to me. I then notice that among them is Amanda Knight who, like me, has a different collar than the one she had before. In her case, the blue cat paws are replaced by a heart and gold studs, and the part that was black on the collar is now a sort of pale brown.

Most of the men in this group are in their forties or older, except for one young man who is probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He is muscular and has a particularly handsome face. He is the one who speaks to Amanda, pointing at me: “Go join the other whore and take off your clothes.”

Jefferson tells me, in the same tone: “Come on cunt, do like Amanda!”

Since we are at the back of the room and the group of men, still standing, hide us a little, they are the only ones who can ogle us, but it remains humiliating. Which doesn’t prevent me and Amanda from taking off our few clothes in front of them.

One of the men near Jefferson grabs Amanda by the arm and brings her towards him and starts to manipulate her breasts, saying: I’ve never seen you little doll, but I’m going to at least know your mouth tonight!

Jefferson says, pointing at the man who is firmly caressing her breasts: “Now, Amanda, you’re going to give blowjobs starting with Raymond and continuing with the members on his left. You Sigrid, you’re going to give a blowjob to Georges and then go to the members on his right.”

Georges is the one who is to the right of Raymond. He is a man who seems particularly mean, at least, if he were a movie actor, he would certainly always play villain roles. He pushes me by the shoulders so I can go under the table, and Raymond does the same with Amanda. Then, the men sit down, lowering their pants and underwear so we can start our work.

I take George’s cock down my throat to finish as quickly as possible. The men at the table discuss and choose what they are going to eat. When the waiter arrives, Jefferson tells him: “My wife is having her dessert.”

I don’t know what the waiter’s reaction is, but the men burst out laughing.

I just swallowed Georges cum and I head to the next cock. I notice that Amanda still hasn’t finished with Raymond. She seems to have difficulty taking him down her throat and even if she uses her hands, she is not effective.

That’s not my problem. I hurry to the next cock, because even if I don’t feel like giving blowjobs to all those men in a row like that, I feel even less like doing it while being pulled by the hair.

Before I finished with this second dick, one of the men said: “I propose that whoever finishes last be responsible for tipping the men employees in the restaurant. What do you think?”

There was a chorus of approval.

I managed to make the man cum in my mouth a few moments later.