Jodie's Slaves Part Three - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Three

... she is only a year younger than me, but she is still such a child in so many ways. She talked about purple fabric or, God forbid!, rainbow colored!

When we got to the fabric store and found a gorgeous cream chiffon that would suit perfectly. A sturdier fabric in the same tan as the bedspread would make lovely tiebacks. She was disappointed in the more subdued colors, but I would show her. It was going to be much better this way.

Back at the house, Julie led me to the basement. It was finished and as tastefully as the rest of the house. It was also quite large and had been subdivided for activities. The main section was clearly a family/game area, but one large space off to the side was set up with a worktable and ft supplies, including an expensive Singer sewing machine.

I had taken home ec in school, but this machine was over the top. It could do all sorts of things I didn't even know a sewing machine could do! It would even embroider all by itself. Julie set it up for me and we hemmed the sheer panels. They would be looped and tied in place, so no other modifications were necessary. The ties were the work of minutes and we trooped up the stairs, arms laden with trailing fabric.

I was just barely tall enough to reach the center ring of the metal framework when I stood on the bed. Julie fed me the fabric and I looped it over until the entire frame was covered in the gossamer fabric and closing the entire bed like it was it’s own room.

“Now, here is why I ...

... wanted this color!” I took Julie and placed her at the foot of the bed. I made her put her hands on the posts.

“Now cock your hip out. Okay, head down more. And pout!” I took her picture, showing it to her on the screen.

“Even in jeans I look classy!” she cried, smiling fit to burst.

“Exactly, and this color won’t clash with anything you wear, here…” I took one of my new dresses out of the closet and thrust it at her. “Put this on!”

“Your clothes won’t fit me!” she protested.

“I know,” I winked at her, “But put it on anyway.” It was the spaghetti strap dress and it kept falling off her shoulders. I arranged it so that one strap stayed on while the other slid precariously off the other shoulder. Only her pert nipple kept the dress in place. I took more pictures before reaching to adjust the dress, brushing her breast in the process.

“Oh, I am sorry!” I said, jerking back, “I was just trying to...nevermind…” I turned away and put the camera on the table.

“Jodi?” she asked hesitantly, “Um...do you...like...girls?”

“Yeah,” I said, not turning around, “But I was not trying to hit on you or anything! Please don’t tell your parents!”

“They won’t care, you know, they are not like that, but I would never tell. Your secret is safe,” she assured me. I fingered the camera on the table.

“I was going to take some more pictures, but now…” I shrugged.

“Jodi! It’s fine! Take them!”

“No. You will think I am trying to...but I am not! I just thought you would be so ...