| Title: Marnie Goes Lingerie Shopping
Keywords: mf, mdom
Just a romp in the change room with Marnie and her master!
All characters are fictional and a figment of my imagination.
Constructive e-mail welcome.
Marnie Goes Lingerie Shopping
by Caesar, copyright 1996-2002
$Revision: 1.2 $ $Date: 2002/07/08 16:12:06 $
I can't express how much I like my Slave, Marnie, dressed for my
private enjoyment in sexy lingerie. It could be simply stockings, a
classy teddy or maybe just high heels. It did not need to overdone,
just one or two pieces to highlight her naturally beautiful face and
body. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly no expert in a lady's
apparel. Hell, I don't even know the proper names for most of them.
I just know how much I enjoy seeing, and yes feeling, certain garments
on the body of my Slave.
I'm getting off track. Don't you just hate when that happens?
Since I'm the one that gets much of the pleasure out of her wearing
revealing and sexy outfits I demanded to help purchase many of
them. They were for me in an abstract way. Of course she agreed -
what else could a Slave do? Actually, I believe she agreed simply
because this allowed her to get more outfits which make her feel sexy
and desirable. They indeed do that!
Usually I simply give her a bundle of cash and tell her to surprise
me. Not this time, though. Maybe it was her excitement at finding
the store or maybe she just wanted me to share the experience of
picking out new slinky outfits for her to wear. Don't get me wrong,
this account is not about money - it's about sex, submission, and of
In an brick building in downtown Vancouver, the elaborate
lingerie store surprised me. It was a very classy, discreet place.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, maybe something like the stores in
malls - tiny, crowded places with unattractive salespersons watching
The large, classically decorated establishment was stocked with very
attractive ladies, of all ages, and a wide selection of discreet
garments for discriminating females. A well-dressed woman approached
us as soon as we entered and after a brief query towards my Slave led
us to one corner of the store. I sat on a low bench and watched as
Marnie and the sales clerk browsed the variety of choices until they
returned to my corner with both sets of hands full.
It promised to be a long shopping trip. Thank goodness for that
There was a concealed room opposite where I sat and the garments were
placed there. Before going in my Slave came over to give me a
passionate, though quick, kiss. "Thank you for coming, Master."
I simply smiled as she retreated to the tiny dressing room. I do,
very much, enjoy pleasing my Slave.
A lady brought a tray of drinks and snacks about. I grabbed two
small goblets of cider for myself and my pixie-faced submissive.
The saleslady returned and talked with my Slave outside the curtain.
Shopping can be a very involved process for some I imagine. As you
may guess, it wasn't for me. This establishment catered to the former
clientele yet didn't forget there was often someone like me tagging
"You try those on and I'll be back in a few moments." The
mid-forty-year-old lady came up to me and smiled professionally. "Is
there anything I can get you, sir?"
"No thank you. Just don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living." joke - you'll understand if you have ever been in the military. She
smiled at my feeble attempt at humour and retreated to leave the two
of us alone in the remote alcove. As I mentioned, discretion.
The curtain opened a crack and my Slave's face appeared. "Anyone
"Nope." Though large and well-staffed the business was rather quiet
other than a low piano concerto playing from speakers.
Otherwise, we were effectively alone, and my devious mind started to
grind. As you will discover, my Slave had surpassed my imagination
The curtain whisked back and there stood my barefoot Slave. She
looked positively sexy and very attractive. Marnie wore a purple
French-cut and a push up purple bra.
My little minx turned slowly so I could get the effect of her in this
outfit before she finally asked, "Well?"
Didn't my wide eyes answer that? Some things just had to be spoken
out loud. "You look great!" So I'm not great with words - I'm sure
my lust-filled gaze added what I didn't vocalise.
With a quick giggle she closed the curtain, leaving me with but a
memory of that delicious sight. It was only a few moments until she
again peeked out and saw no-one so she again pulled back the curtain.
Was it me or was that store getting warm?
Damned if she didn't look better this turn than in the last. This
time she wore off-white stockings, garters and another push-up bra. I
had this sudden urge to tie her hands above her head while I sampled
her sexily-clad body, though I allowed it to pass as I simply gazed at
her in hunger.
The damn curtain closed and then opened again.
Black was the theme of the next lace and translucent teddy. Very
delicious! I would suspect this would be a perfect outfit for some of
my Slave's more aggressive moods.
I realised I had drank both glasses of cider as I waited for the
curtain to again open. You may have guessed that I'm not very good at
waiting for others.
Yet I couldn't wait. I wanted my to see my Slave in this playful and
sexy moment as she changed into the next outfit. Perhaps I was bored
with sitting in a woman's apparel store. Or it may have been the sexy
sight of my Slave and I wished a more personal view. I'm not actually
This time I swung open the curtain and slipped in, closing it behind
Marnie was standing with one foot upon the wooden bench as she pulled
up on the leg of a bright white stocking, the kind with a little
design to offset the solid colour. She already had the other leg
covered, but wore nothing else. She looked up, surprised at my
intrusion, and then smiled mischievously.
Believe me when I say I just came in to surprise her and to get a
voyeur's look as she dressed. I sometimes enjoyed watching her ready
herself in the mornings as I lounge in bed. Yet my Slave quickly
threw her arms around my neck and stood on her toes to kiss my chin.
Of course I reacted in kind.
It was enough to get my mind flowing in another direction and I
reached down to hold her naked buttocks, effectively lifting her up
and against me. My face dropped so our lips met and we mutually
opened our mouths to spar with our tongues.
Now, we had spent the last few evenings together, and as you may guess
they were rather exciting. If that wasn't blunt enough, we had sex
numerous times and in several varying positions. So don't assume I
was hot and bothered simply because I was desperate. At least don't
assume that this time!
It was also upon my co-conspirator that the blame should be laid. You
see, while my hands roughly fondled her bare ass, hers were between us
unbuttoning my Levi's.
My cock, already hard from the views she had graced me with earlier,
popped from its confines to press into her stomach. Hot, throbbing
and passionate, my Slave well knew what she had gotten herself into.
Soon it would be my turn to see what I could get myself into. Bad
pun, wasn't it?
That was when I knew the game had turned from a quick grapple in the
change room to something much more. I was not even aware that my
companion was anything more than playful until that moment. A quick
grab and stolen kiss in public was normal in our relationship.
Marnie lifted the leg that had the white half-raised to a
point just below her knee up upon the bench. Her hand tried to pry my
cock down, almost painfully, I may add.
You'd think she wasn't getting enough at home, wouldn't you? Well, I
like to think she was just getting closer to her prime, and I planned
to enjoy as much of that time as possible. She was my Slave and I
intended on keeping it that way for many moons to come. So I hoped
she was getting enough at home - I worked rather hard at pleasuring
her. That's not a complaint, mind you.
Well, I'm not as stupid as I may sound, meaning my damn grammar and
spelling, so I understood what she was attempting to do. I simply
lowered my body by bending my knees several inches. Marnie wasn't
dainty or patient as she worked my manhood between her smooth pale
thighs and I suddenly found the head of my cock between the outer lips
of her labia.
"Push!" She whispered into my ear. What else can a gentleman do at
that moment? I mean, it wasn't like I could take time out to truly
enjoy our time together, not since we were a curtain away from being
I found her sex wasn't prepared for my hard pole, as the outer area
was not as damp with her excitement as I would have normally expected.
In fact my submissive hissed, most probably in discomfort, as my hips
pushed slowly and firmly forwards. Thankfully I found her love
channel well-prepared for my member and the comfortable and very
delicious feeling of her wetness coated my cock the further it entered
Marnie lifted her legs up and locked them behind my waist. With my
hands and cock you could almost say she had a three-point stance. Bad
joke, sorry. I moved forwards and pressed her to the hardwood
Gentleness wasn't a virtue in such a situation and though I tried to
go slow I found my hips moving almost without conscious control as
they rocked forward. The dampness turned into a flood as I felt the
hot juices of her ease my path.
Her mouth, next to my ear, enclosed upon the lobe and frantically. Not having a wide berth to maneuver she simply clenched
and ground her pelvis into my own. I fucked her with the enthusiasm
of a teenager worried about being caught. In other words, I fucked my
Slave hard and fast. At least as hard and fast as that position
allowed. There are a few logistics involved in holding up your mate.
Well I would have continued until the inevitable conclusion until I
heard the harsh whisper in my ear. "A different way, Master, please!"
I knew she would not complain if I decided to quickly finish our
current enjoyment. Yet she was right, and I felt mischievous and
playful. I pulled my face back and saw the same desire in her eye.
This wasn't just fucking but a playful romp.
I lifted her off my pole and gently lowered her to the floor. Marnie
only took a few deep breaths and locked my gaze before flashing me a
bright smile then turned around facing the other way.
Oh my desirable and sexy slave, how she seemed to know my own sexual
desires even before I at times! Marnie stepped back from the wall a
few feet then leaned forward and pressed one shoulder and her hands
against it while arching her back and pointing that round delightful
ass right towards me.
I nudged her feet so she moved her legs together before I crouched
behind her. The groan she let out when I again entered her was so
frightfully loud that I thought someone must have heard it. Wouldn't
someone at least notice my absence?
Those thoughts soon were lost by the intense pleasure I found myself
in. Or, as you may have guessed, the pleasure I found by being inside
I was soon moving with long, slow, almost torturous strokes back and
forth inside her inviting body. I could see the side of her face and
Marnie had her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip. Was it to
stop from making her normal passion sounds?
Reaching forwards I grasped her hair and pulled her upwards almost to
a standing position. I wasn't gentle, yet I would not harm my Slave
in any way. If anything, I was simply firm as my hand held her so my
lips could sample her delicate smooth neck and shoulder.
That lasted only a few seconds and I pressed her back down further
than before until she was bent almost double at the waist. This time,
both my hands held her by her raised inviting ass as they also pried
those globes apart. My gaze naturally fell forward.
With every stroke of my cock inside her overheated folds her anus
seemed to wink at me. It invited and maybe taunted me until I could
stand it no longer and moved one hand closer to the junction of our
My thumb found and pressed against the ring of muscle and teased it as
it had me. With her sweat and vaginal lubrication my thumb was
actually able to slowly enter into her body. When I found it had
submerged to the first knuckle my Slave let out a moan that sent a
delicious energy bolt of desire through me.
My tempo sped up and I pressed my digit more firmly into her ass. I
then felt dainty fingers reaching into my open pants and handling my
balls. Marnie soon had a handful and held them firmly. I knew her
view must be rather intimate, and I almost envied her.
I'm not sure how long I squatted there moving my hips back and forth
while my Slave stood bent in that uncomfortable position. Yet my
clothed body was becoming sweaty and tired with our exertions, so I
stopped decided to my movements.
I stood there breathing heavily with my cock completely submerged
inside her and my thumb pressed to the webbing. It wasn't enough. I
could have fucked my woman in a variety of positions but sanity was
returning and I knew the noises and my absence from my seat would not
have been mistaken after this long time. So with reluctance I pulled
from her body.
Marnie turned about and looked, pained, at my dripping member, then
with a questioning look into my eyes. I didn't really feel like
explaining at that moment so instead I instructed, "Clean me, Slave."
Watching as her smiling mouth descended towards my hard cock and her
moist lips opened to allow her dainty tongue access to me, I thanked
whatever deity that allowed me a woman like Marnie.
After a quick lick to possibly savour our mingled taste she suddenly
opened her mouth and took my hard cock firmly between her lips. She
descended upon me until I felt the point of my spear hit the back of
her throat. At that point Marnie very slowly pulled back, while at
the same time humming a nameless tune. If you ever had your cock
inside a mouth while it hummed you will know just how exciting that
feeling truly can be.
My Slave never lowered herself back down upon me. She looked up with
playful mischievous eyes and we laughed silently together. My hands
quickly buttoned up my jeans and Marnie sat back upon the bench
watching me with yearning eyes.
How many times had I had sex with my Slave and stopped before my own
orgasm? More than you can imagine. In fact, nothing needed to be
said between us, as she knew my peculiarities and that I would
definitely continue what we had started in the very near future -
possibly before we returned home from our shopping trip, as I knew
this cliff overlooking North Vancouver, so we can finish what we
I was just about to exit the small room when my Slave moved her hand
between her legs and I saw a finger disappear within her. That, of
course, stopped my retreat and I watched as she withdrew her
glistening digit. Marnie stood and slid that middle finger into my
mouth and I suckled it roughly, greatly enjoying her taste.
Like some pact her juices seemed to heighten my already excited mind
and I wondered if I could wait until the cliff. No, I guessed, it
would be faster to return to my boat and to finish the day in my bed.
My eyes told her as much.
The last I saw of my Slave just before I left her to continue
modelling her sexy lingerie was with that same finger now in her mouth
as she my saliva and her own flavour.
Outside that changing room the air felt cool as it hit my face.
Thankfully so, since two of the ladies that staffed the establishment
were sitting over by the cashier looking directly at me, while the
lady who helped my submissive pick out her apparel stood up from the
same bench I had deserted. From that close spot I'm sure she must
have been able to hear every thrust of my cock into that wet sexy
cunt. Marnie and I had stifled our noises but some things just could
not be quieted.
I returned to my seat with but a small smile at the lady. She
moved to allow me to return to the bench before asking, "Would the
lady like to try on any more outfits?" She seemed hard pressed to
stop herself from grinning wildly.
I was about to answer in the negative, feeling my semi-hard cock press
against the unresisting denim of my jeans and devouring the lewd
thoughts in my mind. Yet we had come here for a purpose and my Slave
was worth the wait.
I smiled proudly, "Yes she would."