It was a short black mini dress with no sleeves, very, very low cut and it barely covered its butt. It knew that Master would love it and when it wal...ed out of the dressing room the look on Master's face told the slave that it was correct. Next was the purchase of a pair of black heels and silky thigh high stockings. There would not be any underwear purchased because Master didn't want the slave to wear anything but the stockings. The slave was kind of nervous about wearing the heels. The doctor that delivered me, Dr. Elizabeth Joan Baxter, quickly took me as her own c***d. Dr. Baxter or simply my mom was a kind hearted woman that truly loved her work. She raised two orphans before me, Holly and Trisha. Holly and I don’t really have a connection, she was thirteen when I was born and never had time to bond with me. Holly followed in my mother’s footsteps and became a nurse which I praise her for. I’m always thanking Holly for becoming a nurse and encourage her to be just like. That hurt,Damnit! "I needed something to drink before getting dressed." I laughed. "Well,So Do I!" Mom whisperd. "Go. Get some juice. I'll get something in a little bit." she moaned and I watched her eyes roll up as she began to shake with an orgasm. Mom could cum at the drop of a hat. Or an apple or a shoe! She was totally mulit-orgasmic and would get herself off whenever and wherever she could get away with doing it!I got my drink and walked back into the dining room expecting to find her. They had always been very open about nudity while growing up, watching each other grow and develop in a fascinated, scientific kind of sense, they had even had a ‘pubic race’ at an earlier age, counting as their pubic hairs came in by their twos and threes and keeping a day-by-day tally. ‘Big day today?’ ‘Yeah, got an assessment in Physics after lunch,’ Shaun muttered. ‘Not looking forward to it. You?’ ‘Got a half-day today – gym class is off after Mr Roberts got zapped by the power point the.