Chapter 9

On the way home to meet with Tiffany, Grant swung by the bank and moved half his savings account into his checking to cover the cost of the Valuation and a few other things he needed to pick up. Things that included getting a few thousand out in cash to buy some gifts for his girls. As he came out of the bank, he saw a shop he’d always wanted to visit but never had the guts to before. But he just knew they would have some items he wanted to purchase for the girls. He headed across the street to see if they had what he was looking for. He also figured they could tell him the best resources for learning more about the Dominant/submissive lifestyle or where to get those resources.

As Grant entered the store, he almost laughed at the voice used instead of a bell to alert the sales staff of a new customer and knew he’d come to the right place. “Spank me, Master,” came the sultry recorded voice. Followed by the smoky voice of an older woman “Welcome to the Pink Cherry. Can I help you find something?”

The woman sitting behind the counter surprised Grant. It was obvious she had been a looker in her younger years because the woman was still stunning, even if she was about his grandmother’s age. “Yes, ma’am. I need a few different things, and I’m hoping I’ve come to the right place.”

The silver-haired beauty smiled. “Oh, honey, if it’s something naughty you’re looking for, then you most definitely are in the right place. But I surely hope just walking in my door hasn’t made you cum.” She winked. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for?”

Grant blushed while he had become more outgoing: it was still slightly embarrassing to be asking an older woman about sexual gifts. “I’m kinda new to all this and I need some help training my, umm...” He lowered his voice as he stepped closer to the counter, looking around to make sure they were alone. “Umm ... slave. Also, I need to find something that says, umm ... my special girls belong to me alone.”

“I can give you some online sites that can help you learn how to train your slave and help you become a better master. As for your girls, for your slave, a collar is just the thing. For your other girls, you could go with the slave collar, a special necklace, or a tattoo if you want something more permanent. How many girls total are we talking about here, Stud?”

“Umm ... three for now.”

“Three for now! This means you plan on having over three, eventually. My, you must be something special to have three girls willing to share you.”

Grant blushed and smiled. “Collars sound perfect, and they seem to think I’m special.”

“And polite, too. Not something I see a lot of these days. Now tell me, what are you looking for collar-wise? Leather, lace, semi-precious or precious metal?”

“Not leather to bondage like. I like them obeying, but I don’t want to do a lot of bondage stuff. I’m looking for something that they can wear all the time, so either semi-precious or precious metal?”

“So, are these girls classy, sporty, or maybe at your age gothic?”

Grant laughed. “Well, one of them is forty and then the other two are more classy than sporty. Well, that’s not completely true. One of them is a cheerleader.”

That stopped the older sales clerk in her tracks. “You’ve scored a Cougar, a cheerleader, and all three classy? Honey, you must be something really special!”

Grant shook his head. “Not really, just, umm, a bit bigger than normal.”

“How much is a bit, sweetie?”

“Umm, just over twelve inches.”

“Holy Shit!! Honey, that’s more than a bit bigger. That’s a pussy destroyer!”

Grant laughed. “I have heard it called that before.”

“Sweetie, a cock that big means you’ll be back here often. I bet you’ll end up with a whole harem of willing sluts. Any female who gets a look will want to try that thing out. I might give you a discount if you’d give old Cherry a ride on that flagpole.”

Grant blushed. “You seem to be a cougar yourself, Cherry.”

“You have no idea. However, I’m not submissive, and you look more dominant than I could handle.”

The older lady laughed. “I might be a take charge kinda woman, but for over twelve inches, I might give up control for a ride or three.”

“Well, I’m in a bit of a time crunch right now, but maybe next time.”

“If you are in a hurry, let me get you that information on the online training sites. It has both articles and illustrations for dominant masters and training articles for submissive slaves, too. Then let’s go look at the collars I have in stock. I personally would suggest two for each of your women. A classic precious metal with a tag for daytime and a soft lace one for bedtime unless you want them to take the collar off at bedtime.”

Grant shook his head. “I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree with precious metal for daytime and some kind of soft cloth for bedtime.”

Cherry handed him a business card with the store’s info on the front and a couple of different websites written on the back. “Those sites should help. The top one has actual articles for creating better Dominants and training submissives. The second one is erotic stories, which concentrate on BDSM themes. You want to concentrate on the ones that focus on the middle DS, which stands for dominant/submissive. A lot of them are about Master/submissive tales that should not only help you learn about the lifestyle but inspire you as well. Now let’s look at some collars and other stuff. Aids, as it were, that I think you could use to help train your girls.”

Twenty minutes later, Grant was taking several bags off the counter and Cherry was thanking him for shopping at the Pink Cherry. “Grant Sweetie, you come back anytime, but make sure you have time for me to try out that Pussy Pounder in your pants when you get here.”

“I’ll come when I can spend some time with you Cherry but you better have a replacement worker on standby. After all, I might just break you.”

Cherry was still giggling as he left the store.

Grant arrived home to see Tiffany sitting in her car in the drive. As he pulled up and got off the loaner bike, she climbed out of her car to meet him. “Hello, Tiffany. I think we need to talk. Why don’t you come inside and let’s get some things cleared up, okay?”

She looked into Grant’s eyes and he could see that she was scared and sad at the same time. “I think if you come and talk with me, we can fix whatever is upsetting you. I hate to see a beauty like you so upset.”

“Okay, Grant.”

He opened the door and directed her in. “Go down to the game room and I’ll meet you there in a minute. I have some things I need to get out of my saddlebags off the bike.”

He watched as she went down the stairs, his eyes locked on her ass in the tight jeans she had on. If she really wanted to belong to him, he was going to enjoy peeling her out of those pants and fucking her into submission. But first, he needed to bring in the purchases he had made at the Pink Cherry.

Grant grabbed the bags with the outfits he bought for Tiffany. He had called Tara and gotten the sizes. There was a ‘Naughty School girl outfit’ that had a white collared, no button, tie-up cap-sleeved shirt that tied right at the bottom of her 36D breasts. A blue plaid micro mini skirt with soft white lace trim and elastic waistband that barely covered her pussy and ass when she was standing up. White removable garters and thigh-high silk stockings and 4-inch black fuck me heels completed the “company is coming” outfit. For upstairs and regular homeware was a baby blue sheer belted cover-up along with pastel blue garters and thigh-high silk stockings that would bring out the color of her eyes. Grant took both up to his old room and laid the schoolgirl outfit on the bed while hanging the upstairs outfit in the closet.

After all, he was expecting Mrs. Long later that evening. He hung a matching outfit only in sheer emerald green in Fiona’s closet and an identical schoolgirl outfit only in emerald green plaid on the bed in her room. He also laid a naughty secretary outfit on the bed for his mother. It was like the School girl outfit only in black with white pinstripes. The garters and thigh-high silk stockings were in black and the shoes were gray. Her upstairs outfit was sheer gray silk.

Then he took the bag with the collars and tags down to the game room, where he saw Tiffany sitting on the loveseat. Grant walked in and sat on the couch across from her and sat the paper bag with the collars on the end table beside him. “Tiffany, let me start by apologizing to you. I’m sorry for sending you home last night. Your father told me that wasn’t right, nor was it what you wanted. I’m still learning how to be a good master, and I thought I was doing the right thing. Will you forgive me for not asking you what you wanted before I kicked you out?”

Tiffany had tears running down her face. “Do you mean it, Grant? Are you really sorry you sent me away?”

He nodded. “Yes, I really am sorry. Your father reminded me I promised him I would take you and your sister in hand and train you properly. He also reminded me I had told you and Tara that I would protect and provide for you. I didn’t do either last night. I made an assumption based on what I thought was the right thing. But I should have asked you what you wanted. So I’m going to ask that now.”

He walked over and wiped Tiffany’s tears away. “What do you want, Tiffany? Do you want to go home and belong to your daddy, or do you want to stay here and belong to me? Let me make it plain what that means if you choose to stay here. If you choose to belong to me, then I will own you. I will require you to give yourself, and I mean all of yourself, to me. All of your body, your heart, and your thoughts will belong to me. I will be your master and you will be my submissive sex slave. You will wear what I tell you, too. Obey my every command and willingly give yourself to me sexually. I will use any part of you at any time and in any way that I want without your complaint. Do you understand that?”

Tiffany smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“I will also train you to be my submissive sex slave. It will be my job to train you and then to make sure that I meet your needs. It will be your job to learn what I teach you and to see that you fulfill my every desire. So I want you to think about what you want. I’m going to go upstairs and get myself a drink and if you want to stay and give yourself to me, then you are to go upstairs to my old bedroom and put on the outfit laying on the bed. You are only to wear what is on the bed, nothing else. Then you will come back here and kneel sitting on your lower legs and feet with your legs spread so I can see your pussy with your hair in a ponytail and your hands will be behind your head with your elbows spread like your legs.”

Grant knelt and showed her the proper pose. “If you do that, then you are saying you belong to me. By wearing my outfit and assuming the pose, you are giving yourself to me as my totally submissive sex slave. If you don’t come back down in fifteen minutes and take that pose, then I will assume you went home to your dad and sister.”

Grant went upstairs and into the kitchen where he got himself a tall glass of soda left over from their Cajun chicken order the night before and then went back into the game room. In ten minutes, he heard Tiffany coming down the stairs and watched as she appeared in the schoolgirl costume. She walked over and knelt in the middle of the room, her upper legs and ass sitting on her lower legs and those black fuck me heels. Her hair was in a ponytail and her breasts were thrust out by the way her hands were behind her head. Her legs were spread and Grant could get just a peek at her bald pussy from under the short skirt. She was every man’s wet dream come to life. Grant looked at her, then stood and walked over, holding the plain brown bag in his hand. He sat it on the floor beside him and then looked Tiffany in the eye. “You are sure, Tiffany? This is what you want to belong to me? To be my submissive sex slave?”

She nodded and couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “Oh yes Grant, more than anything.”

He stepped closer. “You’re completely sure? Because once I finish this today, there isn’t any going back. Your training will start tonight and it will not be fun at times. You will learn to obey me and even to anticipate my every want and desire. I won’t let you go and I won’t release you. If you defy me, I will punish you, and not in a sexy, fun way. So be very, very sure this is what you want.”