<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In a slave clothing store at the slave markets<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>Jani was mildly surprised he even wanted her to wear anything underneath it at all, with the way he was looking at her. She said, “I hope it doesn’t trouble you for me to think, Master.”<br/><br/>She made no comment about the fluid on the glasses, though her cheek twitched, and when he said that money was not a concern, she simply bowed and said, “Yes, Master.”<br/><br/>He presented her with the clothes he wanted her to wear. Of course, slave clothing stores had no changing rooms. Slaves just changed right in the open. And so, right there in the middle of the store, Jani got dressed.<br/><br/>She took the panty from her Master, bent over, and stepped into it gracefully, one foot at a time, and slowly drew it up her long, well-shaped brown legs, pulling them into place around her hips with a little wiggle, and rubbing her thumbs along the elastic to make sure they were seated right.<br/><br/>Then, she took the first stocking, bunched it up, bent over again, and slipped her toes into it, then drew it slowly up her leg, then rubbed her hands up and down her leg to make sure the stocking was evenly stretched, so there would be no patches. She did the same with the other leg.<br/><br/>She placed the garter belt around her waist, and attached the clips to each stocking at the front and back of her thigh.<br/><br/>She slid her arms into the straps of the bra, and used the cups to lift each of her full breasts into them, so that they would be lifted properly. The bra clasped at the front, then she used her thumbs to set the elastic and straps more comfortably, and lifted her hair with both hands to pull it free of the straps, then let it fall.<br/><br/>Next was the shirt, which turned out to be surprisingly difficult – it was so tight around her bust it was hard to button.<br/><br/>Then, she pulled the skirt up her legs, wiggling her hips to get the tight fabric around her, then struggled again to get it zipped and buttoned.<br/><br/>Then she stepped gracefully into each shoe, rising several centimetres in height as she did.<br/><br/>Then she added her own touch, and tied her hair back in a tight, business-like ponytail on the back of her head, leaving just some stray bangs loose at the front and at the nape.<br/><br/>Finally, she slipped the glasses on, then she stood facing her master, her weight on one foot with the other slightly to the side and in front, and her hand on the opposite hip.<br/><br/>Her cheeks were hot with blush. As she had expected, the black bra – even though it could be clearly seen through the shirt – at least covered her breasts, but the shirt was so tight that she, even though her bust had not been expanded as it was for some slaves,<em>strained</em>against the fabric. The buttons looked like they would pop off from the stress. And the neckline was quite generous, showing so much cleavage that even the lace at the top of the bra cups peeked out. The skirt was no better, it was little more than a belt around her hips, and a tight one at that. The fabric strained around her hips and buttocks, and the skirt was so short that the tops of the stockings, and the garter belt straps, were visible.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she displayed herself in this embarrassing way to her master, blushing furiously, and said, with her jaw tight: “Does this please you, Master?”