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Andrei was blushing so hard his face felt like it was on fire. His handler was guiding him forward with a hand on his waist as they walked down a crowded walkway. It was technically illegal for pets to be taken outside completely naked, but the skimpy white negligee Andrei had been forced to slip on barely covered the very tops of his thighs. His nipples were definitely showing through the nearly translucent fabric, considering the way his breasts were insistently straining against it with every step.
His breasts… god, he couldn’t stand to look down. He stared blankly ahead, trying desperately to not make eye contact with any passersby and to ignore the persistent wobble of his chest in his peripheral vision. He could tell that people were staring, looking at his tits, the brief flashes of his swollen pussy lips, the trickle of semen running down his inner thigh. Andrei wanted to shudder, but his body wouldn’t even do that. It just kept walking forward, swaying his hips from side to side like his handler had told him to.
He got distracted for a moment and locked eyes with a young man who looked like he was around Andrei’s age. The man smirked and made a point of giving Andrei a very obvious once-over, his gaze lingering on Andrei’s chest. Andrei shuddered and looked away, trying to focus instead on the decorative skylights above them.
Finally, the hand on his waist guided him to turn into a tastefully expensive looking storefront. The gold lettering on the window read: L.R. Fender & Son, Tailors. There were a few mannequins in the window display, all wearing alarmingly skimpy outfits of jewel-toned lace, satin, or silk. Andrei gulped and tried not to let his alarm show on his face. The inside of the shop looked just as expensive as the front window, all dark wood and leather. Curiously, the only clothes on display were on mannequins, clearly not meant to be selected or worn independently.
“Ah, Mr. Hellebore, it’s so good to see you!” A man who looked to be in his late twenties walked out from behind the counter to shake his handler’s hand. He had neatly-styled dark blond hair, and his face was ordinary but not unattractive.
“Likewise, John. I appreciate you fitting me in on such short notice; you know how suddenly these things come about,” his handler, or Mr. Hellebore , apparently, replied warmly. John stepped back and took a good look at Andrei with an approving hum.
“Oh, it’s not a problem at all. I hope you don’t mind that the old man left me in charge of your appointments. He’s thinking about retiring soon, so he’s gradually shifting clients to me. Now then, please follow me to the fitting room so you can tell me what you had in mind for today’s outfit.”
He led them through a door on the back wall of the store that opened into a small, intimate room. A variety of shelves and drawers covered most of the wall space, with a comfortable looking leather sofa just past the door. But the main focal point of the room was a circular raised platform with a tall, curved mirror rising imposingly from the far side. Mr. Hellebore took a seat on the sofa and turned expectantly to Andrei.
“Well? Go on, stand in the middle of the platform, facing me.” Andrei’s legs carried him up the shallow stairs, and for some reason he became even more conscious of the fact that he was being intently observed. His body abruptly turned around once he had reached the center of the circle, and he winced as the brisk movement made the flimsy fabric of his skirt flip up enough to fully expose his pussy.
He needn’t have worried about that, though, because his next instruction was: “Strip.” His accursed hands made quick work of the negligee, and then he was completely bare in front of two strangers, one of whom had just taken his virginity. The room was warm enough, but he could feel his skin break out in goosebumps, leaving his nipples stiff and prominent.
“Alright, what were you thinking in terms of color, fabric, or cut?”
“I think I’d like to stick with white for today. Lace or anything else translucent would be nice; I want it to frame his body without really covering anything important.”
John tilted his head consideringly. “I think I have a few pieces that might fit that description. But first, I’ll need to take your pet’s measurements.” Mr. Hellebore inclined his head to assent to John touching Andrei’s body, and Andrei braced himself.
The tailor’s touches were completely professional, but Andrei’s skin crawled as practiced hands wrapped the cloth measuring tape around every conceivable part of his body. They lingered around his breasts, measuring under, over, and around their still unfamiliar weight. Andrei had to stifle a whimper as the measuring tape provided horrible, wonderful friction to his overly sensitive nipples. John didn’t react verbally, but it seemed like he was making much more contact with Andrei’s nipples than was strictly necessary as he continued his measurements. Andrei grit his teeth and stared resolutely ahead, pointedly not looking at where Mr. Hellebore was lounging on the sofa, no doubt watching his every move.
Even worse was when John started taking measurements for his panties. The inexorable slide of the measuring tape around his hips, along his sensitive inner thighs, and finally, excruciatingly, between his swollen labia, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his pussy dripping down his thighs, leaving a slick, wet smudge on the tape as it pressed against his recently deflowered cunt. Andrei wanted to shudder, but his body remained as still as ever, unable to do anything but stand there as he was appraised. Finally, John stepped back.
“Alright, that should be sufficient. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll prepare a selection of pieces in the correct size.”
The tailor disappeared out of Andrei’s line of sight, the click of a doorknob indicating that he was now alone in the room with Mr. Hellebore. He knew it was irrational, but he felt a shiver of unease shoot up his spine at the realization.
“Look at me, pet.” Andrei’s gaze immediately snapped over to make eye contact with his handler. Mr. Hellebore’s irises were piercingly blue, and Andrei felt like they could see right through him, perceiving all of his thoughts and fears. The older man smiled.
“Be a good doll and spread those pretty pussy lips for me.” Andrei’s hand slid down his stomach, two fingers parting around his clit to expose just how wet he was. “Oh sweetheart, did you like letting another man touch your slutty little body?” Andrei remained stubbornly silent, but he could feel his pussy twitch and drip a bit more under Mr. Hellebore’s watchful gaze. “I thought so. Here’s a little challenge for you: rub that cute clit of yours and finger your wet, horny pussy. If you can get off before John gets back, I’ll let you choose the outfit you like best out of the options he brings out.”
Andrei’s eyes widened, and he quickly got to work. The motions were not familiar to him; he usually used a vibrator to masturbate on the rare occasions he felt inclined to do so, and he never so much as looked at his hole. He quickly got a good rhythm going, though. He rubbed the pads of his index and middle fingers over his swollen, sensitive clit while his other hand thrust three slender fingers into the wet clutch of his cunt. He couldn’t help letting out high, helpless noises as he frantically dragged himself toward orgasm. He was still unable to look away from Mr. Hellebore, whose eyes slid hungrily from his wobbling tits to the dripping spread of his pussy around his fingers. Humiliatingly, his gaze seemed to spur Andrei’s traitorous body toward orgasm even faster. Just before he reached the edge, however, he heard the sound of the door swinging open behind him. He tried frantically to stop, but to no avail. John walked back into his line of sight right as he came, moaning desperately as he squirted all over his thighs and the platform below him.
Andrei’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment as John gave him a once-over, observing how his cunt was still spasming around his thrusting fingers with the aftershocks of orgasm.
“Put your arms back at your sides, Andrei. Just because you can’t control yourself doesn’t mean you need to show everyone you meet how much of a whore you are,” Mr. Hellebore chided him, as if having Andrei masturbate hadn’t been his idea. Andrei scowled and flushed even more, wishing he could look at a wall instead of meeting his handler’s smug gaze.
“I brought a few options for you to take a look at,” John said to Mr. Hellebore, and Andrei could see him laying out miniscule scraps of white fabric on the coffee table between the sofa and the platform. “Would you mind if I cleaned him up a bit before having him try them on, though?”
Andrei felt absolutely mortified. Mr. Hellebore just chuckled and said, “Of course! Pet, look down and watch how hard John has to work to keep that nasty, slutty cunt of yours from ruining his stock.”
Andrei’s eyes tracked the tailor’s movement as he ascended the steps to the platform, a soft, pink towel in his hand. He wiped up and down Andrei’s thighs first, cleaning up all the lingering semen and pussy juices that Andrei had squirted onto himself. Once that was taken care of, he set about thoroughly wiping Andrei’s swollen outer labia with firm strokes that left them wobbling in his wake. He teased the towel around his inner lips next, taking special care to swipe under the hood of Andrei’s clit, making his pussy drip even more at the stimulation. Andrei whined through stubbornly closed lips as John wiped his entrance, still tender from riding his handler’s cock earlier that day. He even pushed the towel slightly into Andrei’s cunt, wiggling it around to collect as much moisture as possible.
At last, satisfied with his work, John retreated to stand near the sofa. “What would you like to have him try on first?”
Mr. Hellebore hummed thoughtfully. “Let’s try this combination,” he said, pointing to indicate which pieces he meant.
“Excellent choice,” John replied. He retrieved them from the table and walked back up to where Andrei grimly awaited the next indignity he would be subjected to. The tailor first guided Andrei’s arms through the straps of the most insubstantial bra he’d ever seen: it was made of translucent white lace formed into cups that supported his breasts but ended just below his nipples. Andrei whined as John adjusted the fit of the bra by pinching his nipples, using them to lift and then lower his breasts to make sure they rested perfectly on the supportive structure of the underwire. He then crouched to slide Andrei’s feet into the leg holes of the panties one at a time before pulling them up the length of his legs. The worst part by far, however, was when he gently spread Andrei’s labia so that he could make sure that the two thin strips of lace making up the crotch of the panties were perfectly positioned to keep his swollen pussy lips spread indefinitely.
Despite technically covering more skin, this outfit was infinitely more humiliating than being naked; Andrei was sure that his handler would love it. “Absolutely wonderful work, John. You know what? It looks so good that I don’t even need to see the others. He’ll wear it out of the store.”
Walking back to the exit of the shopping center was an exercise in keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the floor in front of him. His handler had reluctantly given his negligee back, but the lingerie underneath only served to accentuate his breasts under the sheer fabric and expose both his fat pussy lips and his shamefully stiff clit to anyone who looked over at just the right moment. Andrei was so overwhelmed with the humiliation of being seen like this that he almost forgot to dread what would happen to him when they got back to Mr. Hellebore’s estate… that was, until they sat down in the sprawling backseat of his handler’s car, and the older man immediately pulled his phone out to consult with the head of his medical team.
“...make his cervix more flexible?” Andrei heard as he tuned into what Mr. Hellebore was saying. “Excellent. Make it more sensitive to pleasure while you’re at it; I want every single part of his pussy to enjoy taking my cock… Yes, the standard breast treatments we already discussed should still work fine. We were going to start anal training today, right? …Wonderful. Alright, I’ll have him there in about twenty minutes. Ciao!”
Andrei stared at him fearfully as he hung up and slid his comm back into his pocket. “Don’t worry pet, we’ll give you the perfect body before you know it!” Mr. Hellebore said, as if that was what Andrei was concerned about. He forced himself to not react and turned his gaze out the window, hoping to distract himself with the scenery as it sped by.