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Natasha had now been working with me for sometime, id enjoyed bringing her into the world of submission and although still anxious at times she was enjoying the training. I still continued to want to push her boundaries and give her new experiences...

"Well Natasha since my initial need to chastise and instruct you how to dress, your performance has improved and I'm quite happy with how you have been dressing recently," I said.

Natasha nodded earnestly. "Thank you, Sir," she replied, her voice sounding sincere. "Your guidance and touch have been invaluable, and I'm determined to continue learning and improving with each opportunity you give me."

"Are you prepared for all that entails Natasha? I have an important meeting tonight with special clients that could be very lucrative, I want you there serving drinks and to be on hand if we need anything. I do not want any mistakes or you will be punished." I said firmly.

. "Yes, Sir,I understand, and I agree to obey all your instructions without question."Natasha nodded obediently, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination

Knowing that failure to comply will result in consequences Natasha was learning she quite enjoyed harsh punishments at times. With a resolve strengthened by her previous mistakes and a desire to prove herself, Natasha braced herself for the additional duties ahead, ready to show her unwavering obedience and dedication to Sir's expectations.

Natasha stood before me her chest heaving as her heart pounded with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. As usual, she had received strict instructions about how to dress appropriately for tonight's meeting, but despite her best efforts to please me. She was developing a bit of a brat side.

"Natasha," Keeping my voice calm yet authoritative, "you know the expectations when it comes to your attire. Tonight is no exception."

Natasha nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she remembered the previous occasions when she had pushed the boundaries with her wardrobe choices. She had been reprimanded for her mistakes but enjoyed it.

"I understand, Sir, I will ensure that I am dressed appropriately for the meeting."Natasha replied, her voice tinged with humility.

My expression softened slightly at Natasha's response, a flicker of approval shining in my eyes. "Good," I said simply, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Natasha didn't know what I had planned but always had an ulterior motive when I gave her direct orders. I knew that and she would look amazing but she was enjoying pushing the boundaries when adhering to my strict dress code, but would she push the boundaries of what is acceptable dress for an evening meeting.

Natasha arrived for her clothing check before the meeting, there was an air of anticipation surrounding her. Her curvy hourglass figure was accentuated by the sleek silhouette of her short, thin dress, which hugged her body in all the right places. The dress left little to the imagination, its sensual and sexual signals it sent were undeniable. With each step, the fabric of the opaque dress swayed gently but the tightness around her thighs gave revealing tantalizing glimpses of Natasha's stocking straps beneath. The thin opaque black material clearly showed her lacy lingerie beneath almost giving away too much.

Natasha's dark hair cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her pale face like a halo. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and excitement. As she stood before me, Natasha adjusted her dress with practised precision, ensuring that every seam was in place and every curve was accentuated to perfection. Despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach she looked confident, I felt a surge of pride at her evolving sexuality. She looked amazing, and she knew it.

"You are a beautiful toy, Natasha, you are beginning to make an

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