Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 063
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: D/s

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 63
Various adjustments in wardrobe

      Lunchtime came and went at the Nellis', and aside from the fact that
two of the three women present were nude, nothing too amazing went on.
Mandi checked in with Helen by phone, being reluctant to leave Rick, and
Helen, deeply engaged with her own man for the first time in several years,
was sympathetic; they set a return timeframe for the evening.  Dina went up
to her room to work on her neglected homework, largely in an effort to spare
the two other women the embarrassment of being nude while she wasn't.  The
other four sat in the living room - the women kneeling in the ready position
- ostensibly watching football.

      Robert was doing some serious thinking with something to distract his
eye BESIDES Merry.  Their situation required more definition and clearer
rules, and it would be better if he made no mistakes in the process of
implementing them.  Despite appearances, he was well aware that Merry's
slavery was as much for her benefit as it was his, which meant that it was
HIS responsibility to see to it that she got what she needed from the
relationship.  He was also patently aware that he had not exerted much in
the way of physical domination over her, and that there were consequences if
he did not earn her fear and respect in that manner, soon.  The fact that
she had somehow managed to make only incredibly minor mistakes in assuming
her role had left him with the choice of being an absolutely uncompromising
martinet or not having valid reasons to punish her.  He decided reluctantly
that the next infraction - however small - could not be overlooked.

      Merry was viewing her lot with some complacency.  Being nude in the
house wasn't too terribly difficult, and it had led to some incredible
spontaneous sex - masturbating in public and being taken on the kitchen
table was just...nasty.  She shivered, remembering.  And the way that Bobby
and Rick (her own son!) had looked at her... She blushed in remembered
embarrassment, while her nipples simultaneously erected.  Besides, Robert's
bark was apparently worse than his bite... Merry smiled, thinking, 'In three
weeks, he'll be the servant and I'll be the master, whether I run around the
house naked or not.  After I've made him (us!) happy a few times, these
ridiculous restrictions will go the way of the dodo...' Besides, she
apparently had this thing down pat - he couldn't punish her if she did
nothing wrong.

      Mandi had knelt up between Rick's knees in front of the couch. Rick
was sitting forward so that he could comfortably caress her breasts, and she
was reveling in the attention.  Mandi was watching Merry out of the corner
of her eye, however, and the play of expression on her face gave birth to a
nagging suspicion. Leaning back, she collected a kiss from Rick, then
murmured quietly, "Love?  Merry thinks she's getting away with something..."

      Rick accepted the information with a tight nod.  "Pop will take care
of it. If it goes too long, I'll mention it, but..."  He kissed her again.

      "Okay.  Should I warn her?"

      Rick's eyebrow arched.  "That she's fucking up?  No.  Some lessons
should be taught the hard way.  Only the fact that she's been doing so well
has shielded her thus far - and she doesn't realize she's leading a charmed
life.  If you tell her, she'll adjust and then get overconfident and it'll
be that much worse when she slips later."

      The couple settled back to their original activity, the sound of the
TV having covered their conversation.

      At about 1:30, Robert stirred himself.  "Merry," he announced, "it's
time to go shopping." He frowned. "I guess you should dress - but I'm not
sure your wardrobe supports your new station."

      "Master?"

      "I want you to be pleasing to the male eye, at least.  You should be
decorative, as well as useful, and your current wardrobe is a bit mannish
for my tastes. Let's go upstairs and have a look."

      They went upstairs, and on arrival, Robert began rummaging in Merry's
(Marilyn's) closet.  He came up with a dozen or so pantsuits on hangers -
virtually Marilyn's complete business wardrobe.  "Here, take these.  They
don't belong here, unless you can come up with a compelling reason
otherwise?"

      Merry, staggering under the load, started thinking quickly.  "Uh,
Master, law offices tend to be a highly formal setting ..."

      Robert's eyebrow went up, "And you can't wear skirts?"

      "Y-yes, Master - but they would still need to be within some somewhat
strict guidelines..." Merry was trying to prepare a fallback position that
would keep her from appearing at the office in spandex and miniskirts - but,
of course, Robert saw through it.

      "You will provide me with a document detailing your place of
employment's dress code.  If such a document does not exist, you will
formally request its creation." Robert directed.

      Merry murmured, "Oh, Hell..." under her breath.  Her face revealed her
discomfort with this most recent directive.

      Robert pounced. "You said something?  You have a problem with this
instruction?"

      Merry bucked up. "No, Master.  Not at all, Master."

      "Good.  In the meantime, you WILL wear skirts.  And I will personally
approve your working outfits until this issue is resolved.  Do you
understand?"  He turned back to her closet and began pawing through her
blouses, most of which were high-necked.  After a moment, he stopped.
Without turning, he said softly, "I said, 'Do you understand'?"

      Merry jerked. "Yes, Master!  Sorry, Master - I thought you were being
rhetorical!"

      "I recommend that you assume otherwise, without specific direction."

      "Yes, Master.  Uh, Master?  May a slave speak?"

      "Yes?"  Robert knew enough to be dubious out of the box.

      "Replacing this wardrobe will be expensive, Master..."

      "And items available at the local Z-Mart won't do, I suppose?" Robert
inquired sarcastically.

      "Uh - This slave believes that such a choice might cause her
appearance to reflect poorly upon her master."

      "Hmmph.  You're pretty slippery when you want to be, aren't you?"
Robert grunted.

      "And, Master, supervising such buys might mean long, boring waits
outside the fitting rooms in women's clothing stores..."

      Robert grimaced, then grinned.  "I have two solutions for that.  The
first is simple: I'll wait INSIDE the fitting room - that way you can
entertain me with your antics.  As to the second: DINA!!!"

      "Yes, Pop?"  Dina had actually been in the hallway, watching the
byplay and grinning, rather than in her room - but she'd never admit it.

      "That was quick.  Since your tastes run much closer to my proposed
standard for your mother's wardrobe than the contents of this closet, I may
ask you from time to time to accompany her and keep her properly within her
bounds," Robert announced.

      "Sure, Pop.  You're looking for something a lot more revealing?"

      "Just exactly.  Merry's assets should be on display to the maximum
extent that the social situation she finds herself in allows."

      Merry looked from her husband/master to her daughter, who was grinning
toothily.  She remembered the escapade that started all of this LAST Sunday.
Obviously, it would do no good to look for support from THAT direction!

      Detecting Dina's obvious pleasure, he admonished her, "The
instructions that I provided about expenditures still apply.  I don't want
you using your veto power over your mother's wardrobe to get her in
trouble."  This statement was carefully constructed to engender pleasure in
Dina and dismay in Merry, and it achieved its purpose admirably.  The phrase
'veto power' hurtled through both their minds like a shot - but it appeared
to emanate from Dina and impact upon Merry.  Both knew that there would be
no mercy.

      Robert shooed Dina off, and continued digging through the closet,
grumbling about a crusade to banish cleavage.  He manhandled an armload of
high-necked blouses out of the closet and tossed it on the bed, grumbling.
At this point, the closet was virtually defenestrated, so he turned his
attention to Merry's bureau.  Fishing out a very businesslike pair of
womens' cotton full-coverage panties, he grimaced and announced, "Frankly, I
don't see any future use for ANY of this crap - but we'll wait and see."
Holding the panties up, he murmured, "Maybe these will make good shop
rags..." Brassieres, Robert left alone - but he systematically destroyed
virtually every pair of panties in the drawer.  Merry added the armload of
pantsuits to the pile on the bed and settled into the ready position.
Obviously, the rampage was in full swing, and any attempt to prevent it
would only make things worse.  When Robert stumbled upon the pale pink teddy
that Merry had purchased during the outing on Wednesday, he regarded his
wife/slave with raised eyebrows. "When was I going to see this?"

      "When Master tired of seeing me naked," Merry replied obsequiously.
"I was advised that such a time would come, sooner or later."

      Robert nodded thoughtfully.  "I prefer black - perhaps a bit of red
trim.  I prefer it that your outfits indicate that you understand the nature
of your sexuality.  I'm extremely happy that you are not a virgin - I'd
rather you looked sensual rather than virginal."  Nonetheless, he laid it
carefully on the pile of items going back into the drawer.  When he
finished, he announced, "I have left you a few items, most of whose utility
is questionable to me.  Until I determine otherwise, underclothing of any
type will be worn only with my expressed approval.  Do you understand?"

      Merry had learned from the previous run-in. "Yes, Master."

      Having dug through all of the obvious locations, Robert glanced up,
frustrated. "Don't you have any casual wear?"

      "There are some blouses, shorts, and slacks on the closet shelves,
Master," Merry offered.

      And so there was - and Robert didn't like ANY of them.  "Don't you
have any casual skirts?"

      "Uh, no Master.  Culottes?" Merry offered.

      Robert, displaying his irritation, approached Merry. "Stand up!" he
snapped.  "Legs just beyond shoulder width!"  He took his middle finger and
ran it up and down her slit, opening the labia, then inserted it in her
vagina.  "Do you have any casual wear that will provide this kind of
access?" he demanded.

      Merry became extremely flustered at this treatment.  "Uh, no, I'm
afraid not, Master."

      "I figured as much.  DINA!!"

      Robert waited to remove his hand until AFTER Dina's arrival.  "Yes,
Pop?"

      "Your mother has been obscuring herself for so long that her wardrobe
supports nothing else.  Can you lend her an outfit to wear on a casual trip
to an adult novelty store?"

      "You mean a sex shop, Pop?"

      "Precisely. Obviously, it's not a fancy dress occasion."

      Merry piped up, "I'm bigger than Dina!"

      Dina eyed her, "True, but not that much.  You've got me by maybe 2
inches in the hips and 2 in the waist - and a cup size... our difference in
height doesn't play much into it."
      Robert interjected, "A tube top and a skirt with an elastic waistband
should be pretty forgiving..."

      "So's spandex, Pop."

      "Stick with something pleated. Ten minutes?" Robert asked.

      "Yeah, we can make that - without makeup."

      "Okay."

      "C'mon, Mum.  Time to change your stripes." Dina led Merry out.

      Robert stopped them with a shout. "Hey Dina!  Any ideas what we can do
with THIS crap?" he asked, indicating the pile of clothing on the bed.

      "Goodwill?  If Mum could sew, she MIGHT be able to make a silk purse
out of those sow's ears, but..."

      "What about the blouses?"

      "Cheaper to buy new."  Dina shook her head.

      "Okay.  Merry, dump 'em," Robert walked out.

      Merry collected a double armful. "Uh, Dina?"

      "Oh, all right." Dina submitted with ill grace, gathering the
remainder.

      Ten minutes later, the pair appeared in the living room, Merry dressed
in a mildly faded red tube top over a short jean skirt and 3 inch heels.
Robert took one look and directed, "Flats.  Thin strap sandals.  I saw 'em
in the closet."  Merry bobbed her head and headed upstairs, returning in the
flats.  Robert nodded approval. "Neither your feet nor your calves require
heels to look good.  Working slaves wear sensible shoes.  Let's go."  He
turned and strode out.

      Merry started after him, stopped, said "Oh!", collected her punishment
book, and ran out.