i awoke, dreading the day ahead. i
knew, even before that
scowl crossed the face that i have come to love, that
i displeased you last night by my reluctance to
perform for you in public. And i knew that the day
would bring warranted
punishment for that failure.
The day progressed without a word from you, and i grew
more and more anxious with the lack of contact. The
pager didn't vibrate, the phone didn't ring,and, for
once, the only e-mail was
an annoying ad for the "Ecstacy Tape." A bratty
thought crossed my mind, and i toyed with the idea of
ordering it for myself, "just in case."
My musings were caught short by the knock on the door.
The delivery man(distringuished, tall,with a broad
chest and curly dark brown hair and graying temples)
scanned my living room with his dark brown eyes, and i
knew he caught sight of the rope and restraints lying
there beside the couch. A knowing smile danced across
his face, and my face flushed in embarassment.
i signed for the envelope, gave him something makin to
a flirty wink, tipped him and closed the door. With
characteristic curiosity, i ripped open the envelope,
taking care not to
tear whatever nestled inside.
The note was hastily scrawled in your familiar
nearly-illegible script. i sighed with relief when i
saw the single-word signature ... Master...until i
read the words you had written...
"Pet, you have displeased me... and you have broken
your promise to obey all of my commands. I have no
choice but to punish you for this indiscretion, in a
way i know you will not like. The person who is
delivering this is a friend, also a very experienced
Master, and he is standing in my stead while i am out
of town. Prepare yourself for him as you would me;
and
obey his instructions, as you would mine. I'll call
you tonight, and will expect a full report from you.
Of course, I will talk with him too..so make me proud
of you. You will be safe, and he will respect all of
your limits.
Love, Master."
My hands ... nay, my whole body ... shook as i
re-opened the door. He stood there, still, not
smiling any longer, but awaiting my reaction and next
move. i invited him back inside, bade him
sit down, and turned to excuse myself to prepare
myself for my punishment.
"Have you asked my permission to leave?" He shook his
head in disapproval and i returned to stand before
him, eyes lowered, hands behind my back. "You'll need
this." He handed me a box
that he had hidden behind his back. With a nod, he
motioned me to leave to prepare. "You have 10
minutes," he added as i turned to leave.
Trembling, i went into the bedroom and opened the
box. It held a leather waist harness with a crotch
strap, an open padlock, 5" black pumps, black silk
seamed thigh high stockings, a black
lace garter belt, and a piece of fabric that i
imagined was supposed to intended to cover my body..
yeahright.
At the bottom of the box lay a note which read...
'Wear this.. nothing else. Full makeup. Red lips.
Slut red lips. I want you to look the slut you are.
Do not lock the padlock... I will do that when you are
fully prepared.'
i looked out my first-floor window and thought first
of escaping. But my devotion and need to please you
overruled those thoughts, and i dressed as
instructed. The stockings seemed to glide over my
skin, and i took great care to make sure the seams
were arrow-straight. i wrestled a bit with the
garters, and viewed my
reflection in the mirror to see them lying seductively
over the rise of my ass.
The harness fit tight around my waist, and the strap
chafed at the tender folds of flesh between my thighs
as i pulled it up between my legs and let it dangle
there.
i slipped the so-called dress over my head and pulled
it down as far as it would go. It was no more than a
tube of stretchy latex that fit like a second skin. i
could cover my breasts, or
my sex.... but not both. Opting for the lesser of two
evils, i pulled it down as far as i could without
exposing my nipples,stepped into the shoes, carefully
applied my makeup, and returned
to the living room. i knew the tops of the stockings
showed, and knew that i looked slutty-- very slutty.
Totally slutty. Transformed into a slut in 12 minutes.
Not quite 10, but a personal best for me. i was sure
that would be acceptable.
The dress crept up with every movement, and my efforts
at discretion were for naught. i sighed, surrendered
to the inevitable, and announced "i'm ready, Sir."
"No... not quite. Turn, bend and spread your ass
cheeks--wide." He saw my hesitation as i noticed the
black steel plug, glistening from the lubricant he had
already applied to it, that he held in his hand.
"NOW" he ordered.
i complied with his order, trembling and shaking. i
felt him press the plug against the tiny rosebud,
twisting and turning it, pressing harder and harder as
it claimed and came to rest
inside me. i sensed motion behind me, and felt a very
small finger-size object inserted deep within my sex.
A soft moan escaped my lips as the sense of full
penetration overtook me.
"Turn" came the softspoken yet powerful command. My
eyes, fearing to catch his gaze, closed
unconsciously. "No.. open your eyes.. you are to
watch what I am doing. Strong, gentle fingers
parted my nether lips and brushed gently against the
inner softness, testing my state of arousal, before he
pulled the leather strap up tight against me. He took
the padlock from me, gave
the strap a firm tug, and closed the padlock around
the harness loop with a resounding "click" that filled
the silence of the room. i felt ready to split from
the leather strap,dildo and plug, and i found that i
could not close my thighs. i stood, legs spread wide,
feeling very much the strumpet. i blushed as i
smelled my
unmistakable scent of sex, and i realized that he must
smell it as well.
"You were two minutes late. We will have to find two
punishments.. one for each minute." He reached into
his pocked and pulled out two very small objects,
which i quickly recognized
as clamps. He nonchalently pulled my dress down with
a single swift motion and smiled as he noticed my
already-erect nipples. "My, my" he said. "You
really are something aren't you? Cunt wet, nipples
hard. Such a slut."
My cheeks flamed at his calling me 'slut'... did he
know how embarassed i was at that word? Had you told
him of my dislike of being called 'slut' or 'cunt'...
or was that a punishment he had
devised on his own?
First one clamp, then the other, claimed the ready
nipples firmly but not too harshly. Reading the look
of gratitude in my eyes, he
spoke evenly. "We will start our slowly. Never
fear. You won't be bored with these by the end of the
evening." His fingers reached out to pinch and tug on
the left clamp,sending waves
of painful arousal throughout my body. He carefully
pulled my dress up to just cover my nipples. "Now
we're ready to go," he announced casually.
As i reached for my coat, i heard him say "That won't
be necessary, the car is warm. At least it was...
but judging by how hot you are right now, a little
cold won't bother you."
i was forced to leave my home, in full view of the
neighbors, in the middle of the day, in the company of
a stranger, bedecked as the cheapest of
streetwalkers. Well, it was a good thing i'm moving
in a few days.. i could never face those people again,
i thought.
He opened the door for me and watched as i tried to
smooth the tiny fabric down as i sat. "That won't be
necessary, either," he chuckled. "The truckers on the
freeway will enjoy the view.
Pull it up, please. And pull the top down."
We did not speak during the drive. There i sat,
essentially nude but for that annoying strap of
leather covering my filled sex and ass, being driven
through my hometown, towards God knows
where. Well, before long, i found out.
We pulled into the parking lot of the adult bookstore
just as all the horny business men were going for
their 5:00 entertainment, before going home to their
wives and families.
"Get out of the car. Here's $50.. you are to go in
and tell the clerk, in a loud voice, that your Master
has ordered you to buy the largest vibrator they
carry. i understand that the one
you're using now has seen better days.. and your
Master thinks you need a replacement. And then you
are to ask if they know of anyone who is looking for a
date tonight. I have friends in the store.. you will
not know who they are.. and they will tell me if you
do not obey these instructions. And bring back the
change."
"Yes Sir." i could hardly find the breath to speak
these simple words, much less what he was telling me i
had to say. i was mortified.. yet strangly excited by
the prospect of following
these instructions. i knew that the men in the store
would overhear the conversation and knew how they
would react to the idea of a woman needing both a
large vibrator and a date.
i gathered my courage, mustering every remnant of
dignity possible, opened the door and got out of the
car. i straightened my skirt, not even attempting to
pull it down at this point, and
wobbled across the gravel-coated parking lot. The door
screamed as i opened it, and it seemed that every head
in the store,turned to look at me as i entered.
Naturally, it was a man behind the counter. My luck.
i scanned the store,searching for a friendly female
face, but found none. i avoided the gazes of the
patrons as i strode through the counter, full of false
confidence and determined to put on an Oscar-worthy
performance.
"my Master has told me to come buy the largest
vibrator you carry." i know i spoke the words, but
nothing came out. My voice was failing me... i would
not let it. Stronger, more forcefully, i took a deep
breath (which only served to make
the clamps tug against the fabric of the dress and
send tortuous tremors through me) and announced again
"my Master has ordered me tobuy the largest vibrator
you carry..... and i'm
also wondering if you know anybody who needs a date
for tonight." i swear, my words echoed across the
room. And i knew that everyone was looking at me
now.. because smiles came across
several faces, and i heard an evil snicker from behind
the rack of girlie magazines. A couple whispered to
each other and moved toward me, the woman licking her
lips laciviously.
The clerk (why do they always look so skaggy in these
places?) led me to the display of vibrators, all the
while staring at my exposed body. He pointed out the
20" inch, 5" in diameter model,
which he assured me was a gag (in more ways than one)
that he usually sold for bachelorette parties. Well
that *was* the largest one on the shelf, and i
*always* obey my instructions ...so i handed him the
cash, told him not to bother wrapping it.. and carried
it proudly out of the store. i even managed to caress
it once, sliding my fingers around the shaft and
stroking it, as i passed the girlie magazine display
and the man i knew had snickered. Fortunately, he let
my question about the date pass without comment.
Whew.
My adventure was finished, and i was proud that i had
performed so well. i strutted back to the car, filled
with toys and self-confidence....
... until i saw his face, and saw the stern look
there, where i had expected approval. "My pet, i
think you may have made a tactical error there. But
it's your choice and certainly in keeping with the
slut image you're projecting today. Now.. for our
next stop."
i quaked in fear at his words "next stop." i thought
that the adventure was done... in truth, it was just
beginning...
i adjusted my body on the car seat, sitting as i had
been instructed: my dress pulled up, thighs parted,
dress pulled down to expose my clamped nipples. My
fingers unconsciously stroked the leather strap
between my legs, and i was amazed to find it soaked
with the evidence of my arousal. The effect of being
filled with the finger-sized dildo and plug... the
effect of having them rub against me, and each other,
as i walked to and from the store... the effect of the
humilating performance i had just concluded... the
effect of being desired by all in the store... had
enveloped me, and as i settled in the car, i felt an
overwhelming urge to cum...
"Did i give you permission to touch yourself, slut?
Must I remind you where to put your hands?"
"No, Sir", i replied, as i moved them behind my neck,
entwining the fingers as i had been instructed and
exposing my breasts to full view.
i prayed that he wouldn't catch the smell of sex that
was wafting from my open thighs. i prayed that, for
once, a dom wouldn't be able to read the need of a
sub, and that he would leave me to my personal agony.
i squirmed on the seat, trying to move the leather
strap just enough to give me some release.
He started the car but did not put it in gear. We
continued to sit in the parking lot, and i wondered
why he lingered. We sat there, silent, seemingly
waiting for something. The door to the adult book
store opened, and i saw the man who had been standing
at the girlie magazines. He walked over to the car...
to my side of the car ... oh god now what, i
thought... and then
opened the door of the car parked beside ours. He sat
behind the wheel of his car and stared at me.
i felt motion on the seat beside me and turned to look
at my companion. My eyes followed as he reached into
his coat pocket, remove a cassette tape, and slide it
casually into the tape player. i closed my eyes and
my face flushed, as i realized it was the
autosuggestion tape you had made to train me to cum on
command. We had used the tape--the sound of your
voice counting to 10--on several occasions. i had been
well trained, so that the sound of "8" started to
trigger the physical response, and "10" sent me over
the edge.
my body arched involuntarily as i heard that beloved
voice counting..."ONE".... "TWO".... "THREE".... my
eyes closed and i writhed and strained against the
strap, seeking some release from the physical need
that wracked my body and mind. i didn't care that two
men... strangers... were watching me. And i didn't
care about the increased torture my clamped breasts
would endure after the climax. i only knew that i
needed to cum.
i felt his fingers toying with my breasts, tightening
and then pulling on the clamps that so erotically held
the my nipples captive.
"FOUR".... "FIVE"...."SIX" i felt my body
responding, waves of passion building toward the
inevitable explosion i always enjoyed. i surrendered
to the feeling and prepared myself
to enjoy the dizzying sensation of cumming."SEVEN"....
The clamps were quickly removed, and i felt the rush
of sweet sensation filling my soul as the relief
swelled within me.
.... and then, the *click* of the tape being removed,
and his voice replacing yours, commanding me "STOP"
"STOP" "I have not given you permission to cum...
and you will NOT do so."
A mournful sob escaped my lips as i realized i would
be denied the release i needed. My mind reeled with
arousal and desire and screaming for the pleasure i
sought.
"Open your eyes and look to your right," he
commanded. i obeyed, and saw the man in the next car
in the unmistakable motion of a man relieving his own
sexual tension. i saw his
eyes close and watched his face reflect the ecstacy he
must have felt as he splashed against the windshield.
i was enthralled with the sight of him, jealous of his
release, and longing for my own. i watched as he
reached up, took a finger and cleaned off the window,
and held the finger to me, as if offering his cum to
me. He brought his hand to his mouth, blew me a kiss,
and drove away.
"Well, that's the first orgasm you've inspired today,
little slut...that we know about. I wonder how many
more there will be before tonight is finished."
"Well, let's see. You had those lovely little clamps
on your nipples for about 30 minutes. I understand
that you're quite enamored of nipple pain. I wonder
if you miss those sweet little tortures." With those
words, he reached over and gave five very quick
pinches to my left nipple. The rapid application and
release of
pressure brought tears to my eyes, but i was
determined not to let him see my anguish. With my
fingers entwined behind my neck, i was unable to
prevent his toying with my breasts. His fingers
brushed the end of my nipple, sending tremors through
me. "Hmmmmm... a little tender, perhaps? Well, I'm
sure it's something a little slut like you can
tolerate. If you're very good,
or even if you are not, you'll have the pleasure of
your clamps again in a bit. Maybe I'll put them on
again over dinner. Have you ever eaten at 801 Grand?"
Oh God. The plushest restaurant in town. i used to
work downtown, and knew that it was a first-rate
establishment, frequented by many of my business
associates. And i also knew that people *dined*
there... sometimes for two hours or more. "No Sir"
my voice quavered.
"Good. Then 801 Grand it is. Put this on. I would
hate to be embarassed by having you turned away at the
door. I have my image to protect, you know." His
words rang in my ears as he
handed me a lovely velvet dinner jacket. i unclasped
my hands, pulled my dress down to a respectable length
to cover the tops of my stockings, slipped my arms
into the sleeves of the jacket, and motioned to fasten
the buttons. "Not yet. I like the view. You can
arrange yourself that AFTER we have stopped at the
valet
stand. Back the way you were, dear little slut," he
commanded, and opened the jacket to display my
breasts. i returned my hands to their former position
behind my neck.
