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 Once again, Jessica found herself in a line of women, heading for a door,
completely naked, save for a colored wrist band.  Not even a bag clutched
in her hand to lend an illusion of cover.  But the feeling and vibe from
the women she was with, was much different now than it had been this
morning.  At first it was fear and anxiety in the eyes of all the women,
then it was boredom, then fear again, but now, she felt communal excitement
from the women she was with.  Maybe it was all the sexy nakedness, or
Jess's own desires to serve that were clouding her emotions.

   She recounted her trial so far.  The herd of women that had stripped and
stood before bright lights and cameras, to be judged and passed or failed
on sheer physical appearance.  Jessica was proud that she'd been deemed
attractive enough to pass that test, even with women 20 and even 30 years
her junior in the competition.  She'd been disappointed at receiving only a
yellow wrist band, but now that she stood among a throng of women, most of
whom were wearing yellow, it became apparent to her that a desire to serve,
and arousal could not be faked, just as the advertisement had posted.  The
posers had been found and ejected.  Jessica felt vindicated in the results
that found her, from hundreds of women, worthy to be competing for the
final five positions.  Jess knew in her heart of hearts, that she was born
to serve a man worthy of her attention.

   The women passed down a short hallway and entered another room, along
two of the walls were shelves, shoes at the bottom, and lingerie higher up.
The sections seemed to be sorted by color of shoes and material.  Black,
white, red, blue, green, and pink.

   The white clad coordinator spoke up, "You will find garters, thigh high
stockings, corsets, demi-bras, bralettes, shoes, veils, chokers, and more.
Take your time and dress yourselves as sexy as possible.  There is plenty
for everyone.  Help your fellow applicants if they need assistance with a
corset or garter.  Any fighting will be dealt with severely by the
Dominatrix." Who raised a wooden paddle and flashed a toothy evil grin, at
mention of her.

   The women stepped forward and began browsing the proffered lingerie and
items.  Jess was drawn toward the white lingerie.  She'd always been
partial to it, and she remembered the maid who'd so effectively pleased Mr
Emerson had been wearing white stockings.  She giggled as her ass bumped
into other women's asses, and her tits brushed across arms and backs, it
was a squirming mass of sexy women squeezing between each other, trying to
bend over to pick up shoes or grab items off the shelves.  Jess felt two
sharp points rake across her back, it was the older daughter's, hard
nipples tipping her firm little tits that pressed into her.  Her name was
Britney, remembered Jess, they looked at each other and smiled coyly,
before moving on to grab the items they fancied.

   Jess grabbed a pair of white thigh highs with broad lace tops and a
matching white lace garter, and a short white corset with half moon cutouts
to let her big tits hang freely.  She'd also chosen a wide white lace
choker and a black pair of stiletto heels.  Looking around, there was no
where to sit, women's asses bumped into each other as they bent to pull up
stockings.  Jess found herself next to Britney again.  The girl had chosen
pink for her ensemble.  Together, bumping and laughing the women were able
to get into the sexy lingerie.  Jess did turn to Britney to ask for her
assistance in lacing up the back of her corset.  It was short enough to
leave some bare flesh between the bottom of the corset and the lace garter.

   When she was finished dressing, Jess looked around at everyone else. 
Britney had tied her hair into pony tails with pink ribbons, wore a lace
pink bralette a pink garter and stockings and white ballet slippers with
white ribbons crisscrossing up her sexy calves, tied neatly in a bow below
her knee.  Her young perfect little pussy framed perfectly by the stockings
and garter.  Jess couldn't help but drip at the sight of the girl.

   "You look incredible!" she whispered to Britney.

   The young woman blushed, "I wish I had amazing tits like yours" she
said.

   "I can never compete with you, you are so sexy", said Jess, more aroused
than intimidated by the young woman's sexiness.

   "You don't have to", said the girl, "they are taking five of us."

   Jess nodded, the girl was right of course, not to mention, looks
mattered, but most of this trial had been about desire to serve and sexual
response.  There wasn't a woman in the room that wasn't drop dead sexy.

   Jess continued to look around, she was stunned by only one other woman.
Britney's' mother had dressed her younger daughter as a virginal bride. 
The slender girl wore a white veil, her hair was braided in one long braid
down her back, she had white lace opera gloves on over up to her biceps and
short white open toed heels.  The gauzy veil barely hid any of her features
and her sheer nudity beneath seemed to contrast the more clothed women in
the room.  Her mother, for her part was dressed in a full black corset,
stockings and heels.  An opal choker with black velvet band around her
neck. She looked more the dominatrix than submissive.  The rest of the room
was dressed in variations of garters, stockings, lace thongs, heels, and
demi-bras or corsets.  Red seemed to be the most popular color, followed by
black, then white and pink were fairly shown.  Only one woman had gone for
green or blue, she was in a blue satin baby doll that hung cutely from her
poking nipples.  Jess hadn't even noticed a baby doll in the white section.

   "Make two lines, shoulder to shoulder" commanded the coordinator, once
everyone seemed to be dressed.  Once the women had complied, the
coordinator and dominatrix passed down each line, occasionally
straightening a garter strap, adjusting a demi-bra or corset.  They stopped
at one woman in red, wearing a thong beneath her garter.

   "Hmmm..." said the coordinator.  "It is preferred that panties be over
the garter, but I think we can remove these panties without removing the
garter, what do you think?" she asked the Dominatrix.

   "I think so.  " replied the Dominatrix.  "Please step forward", she
instructed the applicant, "so that we may demonstrate to the rest of the
hopeful servants, how to remove panties that are worn UNDER the garter belt
straps."

   Tentatively the woman stepped forward and was turned to face the double
line of applicants.  The dominatrix stepped behind her.

   "This is how to remove panties that are worn under a garter instead of
over." said the black leather clad women.  She grabbed the back of the
woman's red thong and began to pull the panty up and away from her ass. 
The front of the thong slowly dug into the woman's pussy.  She gritted her
teeth as the Dominatrix took her time applying ever greater pressure.  The
lace dug harshly between the woman's cleft lips.  A tearing noise could
slowly be heard and then the thongs finally gave way, the crotch ripping
out, while the waist band remained intact.  The Dominatrix violently jerked
and ripped away the waist band leaving red marks down through the woman's
pussy and across her hip from where the fabric had fought hardest to remain
intact.

   "Now, please go put another pair of thongs on correctly", instructed the
coordinator.  The woman quickly fetched another pair and drew them up and
over her garter.  Jess was happy she'd chosen not to wear panties at all
after seeing that display.  No chance of getting it wrong, she mused.

   The coordinator and dominatrix completed their tour of the women, Jess
passed without any needed adjustments, but when the Dominatrix passed
behind her, she cupped Jessica's ass firmly and whispered into her ear,
"Nice ass, sexy", before continuing on her way.  She let out a low whistle
when she checked out Britney in her pink getup, and Jess heard an
appreciative, "Damn!", when she inspected Britney's virginal bride sister.

   "Mr Emerson will be observing the remaining tests", be on your best
behavior, you may be hoping to become his servants, but we are hoping even
more that we remain his servants.  If one of you makes us look bad in
anyway, what you have seen so far is mercy, by comparison."

   The women were paraded back into the room where lunch had been served.
The tables were all gone now and there were dividers drawn across the width
of the room, cutting it in half .  They were made to stand in a single line
facing the dividers, about two paces from the wall.

   "Please stand quietly, Mr Emerson will be here shortly".  they were
instructed.

   Jess stood still to her right was Britney, to her left a woman in red
lingerie.  Several minutes passed before the door opened in and in walked
Mr Emerson.  He was tall well dressed and handsome.  Definitely a man Jess
could enjoy serving, she thought.

   Mr Emerson stepped in front of the first woman in line, asking her to
take two steps forward.  He then walked around her, taking his time to
inspect her slowly from head to toe.  He looked into her eyes, whispered a
question into her ear and leaned in to hear her answer.  His hand
occasionally running across her ass, or waist.  He made his way slowly down
the line, repeating the process.  Jess was near the end of the line.  He
stopped in front of the woman in the blue baby doll, when she stepped
forward, he looked at the coordinator.

   "What the hell is this?" he asked, slightly annoyed.  "Where did this
blue piece of shit come from?" Both the coordinator and Dominatrix looked
slightly shocked.

   "It was on the shelf, Sir.  She picked it."

   "I can see that," said Mr Emerson.  "You both owe me 10 lashes for
putting this in front of me."

   They replied "Yes Sir" in unison.  Their faces were clearly not happy.

   Then turning back to the woman in blue.  "And you are excused for having
such poor taste.  Go wear that crap for your vanilla husband, I think
you're in the wrong place."

   The coordinator quickly escorted the woman out of the room.  Apparently
she had avoided the whip.  Perhaps that honor was now to be served by the
coordinator and her Dominatrix partner.  Mr Emerson continued his review of
the applicants.

   By the time he made it to Britney's sister, Jess could make out what was
being said.  She could see Mr Emerson take in the vision of virginal
beauty. "Your mother says you're a virgin, is that true?" he asked.  The
girl bit her lip and nodded.  Mr Emerson dipped his hand between the nude
girl's legs and gently pressed a finger inside of her.  "Hmmm.." he said,
and completed his inspection before asking her to step back in line.

   Jess thought in amazement, "was the virginal bride more than just a
costume?"

   Mr Emerson completed his inspection of Britney, Jess could tell he liked
what he saw.  How could he not thought Jess, she'd been loving every inch
of the girls skin and sexy pink costume from the moment she laid eyes on
her.  Then it was her turn.

   "Step forward."

   Jess complied.  Mr Emerson stepped up to her.  "You look to be all about
your tits, do you like to have your nipples pinched?" he asked

   "Yes sir" answered Jess, huskily.  He reached up and pinched and twisted
her nipple, causing her to gasp lightly in pain.  Her lip trembled as he
continued to twist her big nipple.

   "Do you have any other skills?" he asked her.

   "Yes sir, I love to deepthroat cock." she said.

   "My little slut, you're going to love our next test then.  If you don't
pass, you're going to get double the whippings." He twisted her other
nipple and with his free hand dipped tow fingers into her gushing cunt.  He
brought the wet fingers up between them, they could both clearly see the
thick clear fluid on his fingers.  "It seems you are as horny as the
biometrics have been telling me all day", smilled Mr Emerson.  He moved his
fingers toward her mouth, Jess quickly opened her mouth and sucked her
juices from Mr Emerson's fingers.

   "Thank you master", she said as he pulled his fingers from her mouth and
asked her to step back in line.

   It was Britney's turn to glance jealously at the sexy woman beside her,
more than twice her age, but clearly she'd won some special attention from
their future master.

   Mr Emerson completed his review of the remaining three women and then
without any further interruptions, stepped in front of the line of women.

   "Ladies", he addressed them.  "You have all made it this far because you
have shown the right attitude to be one of my select slaves, sluts,
servants, or darling brats.  You are what remain, of over one thousand
applicants.  You are very special women.  You don't just look sexy, you
have sexy minds to drive those bodies.  The docile cows have been culled
from this herd, only the best of the best remain.  I recognize your
willingness to please, but alas, we must test not just your willingness,
but your ability as well.  This next test will be one that separates women
willing to serve from those born to serve."

   As he spoke, coordinators were pushing the dividers aside to reveal the
back of the room.  The women could now see a row of rubber cocks standing
out from the back wall.  A row of five cocks spread evenly across the back
wall, at a height equal to that of a standing man.  They were not overly
large but, certainly not small either.

   The coordinator then stepped forward as Mr Emerson made his way to a
chair off to the side near the back wall.

   "You will now be tested on your ability to deep throat a cock, shaped to
match the size and girth of Master Emerson's.  At the base of the cock,
just above the balls is a sensor.  Each applicant must run their tongue
back and forth across the sensor 100 times while keeping the cock in their
mouth.  If you pull off the cock before hitting 100, you will have to start
over.  When you hit 100 strokes with your tongue, a fluid will fill your
mouth, be sure to swallow it all even if it spills on the floor.  Failure
to do so will end your trial and this opportunity to serve Mr Emerson.  For
the two families remaining in the competition, only the daughters are
required to complete this challenge, mothers are allowed to help their
daughters in whatever fashion they deem fit to succeed.  You have ten
minutes to complete the challenge.  Will the first five ladies, please step
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