Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 10:17:19 +0000
From: emma sub <em_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Emma in the house of her Mistress

Chapter 1

We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip together and
my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume, I
watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously.
I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly
becoming used to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared
me, but it also excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do
something.

We had never spent a night together before this. Now we had the prospect of
nights and days. Susan had known about the trip before me and she had
invited me, via our husbands, to stay with her at her home while they were
away. Andrew and John thought it was a wonderful idea. I was terrified but I
also knew I was deeply excited by the idea. What would she expect of me? I
had sat at home trembling as time passed, by the thought of what Susan might
ask me to do. It could be something really nice, but at the same time I was
utterly terrified by the prospect of her dominance. It left me so vulnerable
in my desire for her.

The men went through into the passenger's section at the air terminal and
disappeared. Susan turned and looked into my eyes. I felt my girlish blushes
as she kissed my lips so tenderly in that public place. It still surprised
me that after only a slight hesitation I returned her kiss. My vagina pulsed
and I nearly swooned there and then. Her lips seemed to be playing with mine
for the short time the kiss lasted. My eyes were still closed as she pulled
away from the passionate but brief kiss. She smiled at me as I leaned
forward trying to maintain the kiss.

Feeling foolish I felt a fresh rush of embarrassment and blood to my face as
I knew my response to her and the knowledge of the public place kicked in.
My mouth opened and closed after the separation. Two women kissing in
public. They could have been long lost friends meeting again after a long
parting, but not like this kiss, this was a lovers kiss. If I had seen two
other women kissing as we kissed I knew that I would have presumed something
other than friendship, if others had seen me they would have been correct.

The airport bar was dark and half full. We sat on leather seats in a corner
with our glasses of wine. Susan unashamedly inspected me, and I felt it. It
made me blush, I couldn't stop the blushing. Sitting, the leather chair was
cool, and it stuck to my legs. Normally I hardly ever wore a dress I
realised. She had made me dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress,
buttoning all the way down the front, made of a purple silk, which seemed to
whisper as I moved. She had told me skirts or dresses unless told otherwise.
She liked my legs, I wasn't that impressed, but she told me that she did, so
I did as I was bid. I had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to keep pulling
it down and be sitting carefully. I was distracted and self-conscious by the
sight of my thighs. I was also fidgeting as my knickers were becoming
uncomfortably damp.

My initial fears had been quite simply over-ruled by Susan once she had
dominated me the time we met again. Meeting my ex-teacher again. A teacher
who I had submitted to lovingly, sexually, submissively. I wanted her as
much, if not more, than when I was her pupil. I felt her pupil still. I had
willingly given myself to her as a frustrated school student.

Over the following years I had constantly remembered and fantasised about
our feverishly heated sex, my desperate submission, her easy dominance of
me, even when doing the most trivial things. It embarrassed me now what she
had me do for her at times. It excited me too, I reluctantly admitted to
myself. I had wanted to please her. I remembered how easily I had accepted
she wanted and expected me naked in private, wanted her fingers on me and
even in me in public places. I had wanted to show her that I would do
anything for her even if she had me act like a slut. Over the years I had
ached for those times, my body throbbing and lubricating freely because of
her and what I had done for her. I was petrified that she would just see me
as I was then, an easily led kid with a crush. Ten years older now, married
now.

She must know I couldn't possibly do all that now, but I felt things were
falling apart since I met her again, since she had taken me again. I could
not get Susan out of my mind.

I hadn't been able to sleep properly for nights after giving myself to Susan
again. I had expected her to get in touch immediately but she hadn't and it
left me in frantic turmoil. Eventually, as I was doing some ironing, she had
phoned.

"Hello my pet."

"Hello Susan." Suddenly breathless.

"Excuse me? Is someone there?" Sharp. "If there isn't, what do you call me?"

"No. Oh sorry, I am alone. Sorry. Hello Mistress. I am sorry, I didn't know
if I should or not." Feeling like a silly little girl.

"Of course you should unless there is a very good reason. Don't ever forget.
I am sure you'll be a good girl from now on wont you? After all you told me
you wanted me to own your slutty little self again, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress." My face had been hot with embarrassment as I had stood
holding the phone. My bra tight and my pussy twitching.

"What are you doing? Are you alone, I gather you are?"

"Yes Mistress, I am alone in the house, Andrew's at work. I was doing the
ironing."

"Well turn it off now." I had done as I was told and waited. "I want you
naked now my little slut, do you hear? You like being naked for me don't you
slut? You did when you came over with your husband and he left you with me,
didn't you? Describe what you are doing as you undress."

"Here Mistress?"

"Oh yes. Don't argue my sweet sub, just strip that body of yours."

"Yes. Yes Mistress." Oh God. I had pictured myself undressing for her that
last time. Was I really going to do this? I stood shaking, breathing
heavily. "Yes." Giving in to her. Giving in to myself. She knew me too well.
My body had shivered at the thought of obeying her.

I took my clothes off. Described my movements and the articles of clothing.
It hadn't been easy with one hand holding the phone. She made me take
everything off even though it was really embarrassing doing it. Though no
one could see in the windows it had still felt so wicked and frightening
being naked at a time like this and especially being commanded to do so. She
had correctly guessed that my face was burning and my nipples were hard.
Eventually I admitted I was kicking off my jeans and knickers. My clothes
were strewn across the carpet. My nipples had hardened with the cold and
that something else. My body throbbed as I stood naked, holding the phone,
my other arm around my waist. I had wanted to touch myself but was scared to
just yet. I had become so quickly aroused it had scared me.

"Did you play with yourself after leaving me at the weekend subby?" As if
reading my mind.

"Yes, yes Mistress. It excited me."

"I'll let this go for now slut but in future I will determine, your playing,
your orgasms. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Its alright little one. I know that you didn't know. Do you think it is
correct, that I should have that control, my sweet slut? Is that what you
would like too?" Her voice had done strange things to my stomach.

"Yes Mistress."

"Tell me that is what you want then, ask for it nicely." I had closed my
eyes and stood there naked. Inside, my vagina had pulsed, my breathing had
been laboured and I had been reduced to her horny little girl again by what
she made me do. So horny and so humiliating it being within her control.

"Please Mistress, please tell me when I can play with myself or orgasm. I
would like that Mistress. It will make them special and make me realise what
I am."

"And what is that dear?"

"Yours... your slut Mistress. Your... sub, your horny... your horny little
subslut that you can do with as you will. Oh God."

"And does that knowledge both shame and excite you my love?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes, Mistress." A whimper.

I was told to play with my breasts. Both softly and roughly, squeeze my
nipples until they hurt, pull them and all the time describe to her how it
had felt, describe the redness of the marks I had left and what I had been
doing for her. For her. For her. My nipples ached and I had been so aware of
my vagina throbbing inside me and pulses of liquids lubricating me.

"Are you hot for me my little girl?"

"Oh God yes Mistress." I had so clearly heard the need in my voice. It
humiliated, it excited. "Very hot for you."

"Do you want to finger your hot slit for me Emma slut?"

"Oh yes please Mistress"

"What is it, that word for your pussy that you find so embarrassing my
sweet?"

"My cunt, Mistress." I had croaked the words out. I had felt sweat under my
arms.

"Well finger your hot cunt nicely as though it was me doing it to you. But
don't you dare cum yet."

"Oh no, I won't Mistress." Then I had groaned as my fingers had slid over my
clit and between my lips. I hadn't realised how wet I had become. I slid
inside myself and circled my clit over and over described what I had been
doing. Admitted I was fingering myself because I had been told to, that I
was doing it for her. I had never became this horny doing it alone. My legs
had splayed lewdly to give myself even easier and lewder access. She had
made me hold the phone next to my pussy so that she could hear the squidshy
sounds of my lubrication and my fingers. I died of shame, I nearly came,
only suddenly remembering that I hadn't supposed to.

"Oh, oh Mistress. I nearly came." Panting.

"Do you want to cum my little bitch?"

"Oh yes please. Please."

"Put your fingers in your mouth and listen then." I did, sucking hungrily at
my juices. So aware of the taste of my juices. "I want you to stay naked for
me until I tell you to dress. I will call and allow you to cum if you have
been good for me, but you have to wait. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. But please...." The phone had gone dead.

"You're wet aren't you Emma?" Reality now, in the bar.

"Yes." It just popped out. Furious with myself at my admission. Did she know
what I had been thinking? Could she smell me? Her hand slid over my cheek
and I leant my face against her as a tear filled each eye. Her finger moved
to my mouth and played along my lips causing me to open unaware of my
action. A finger slid within and I suckled on it. It felt so humiliating and
submissive sucking on that long finger deep within my mouth. Sucking her
finger. Mouth opened. Her inside me. So sexual. Obviously submissive. Not
sure why I was so turned on. Crossed my legs, a ripple of pleasure shoot
through my body. Not remembering ever being this turned on as an adult by
the anticipation, of the promise. I felt like a schoolgirl on a date. My
vagina pulsed wetly. The finger left me. My mouth attempted to follow it.
Feeling slightly foolish, not in control. Was I ever with her? She kissed me
again. After the parting of our lips. My chest tight. Breath coming in
gasps. She was still so near to me. Peppermints on her breath, eyes like
cuffs, holding me.

"Remember our days in the past. I will have you naked for me soon." I could
feel the breath in my throat as my chest tensed with excitement. "You'll
like that wont you?"

I didn't want to answer. I wanted to say no, that I just wanted her loving,
just wanted to be loved by her. Instead my mouth whispered, "Yes." Thinking
of displaying my nakedness for her, displaying my submissiveness.

"Emma, you really are an exhibitionist slut aren't you?" She laughed the
words though I blushed yet again and hung my head in shame. "Look at me.
Tell me you liked being naked for me."

Looking at her, the feeling of helplessness like tendrils around my body. My
eyes watery, my throat tight. . She continued to look at me. Making me
speak. My voice quivering, "Yes... Yes I do."

"Why did you like being naked Emma?"

"I knew it pleased you even though it was wicked. It... made me feel...
exposed and vulnerable, knowing... you... had control. It made me feel
easy.... like a slut."

"You are. Such an easy slut too. You are always so wet when you are naked
for me. Just think of displaying those tits and cunt of yours to me again.
It makes you wet doesn't it? Makes you feel like a slut doesn't it? Makes
you know you are my slut again doesn't it?"

Looking away, looking down, feeling her eyes on me. Eventually I whispered
"Yes." I wanted to hide. Wanted to be held. I knew that when I stood naked
for her she would find me wet again and know me. Know my real self. I
realised suddenly that I had thought 'when' rather than 'if'. I knew any
control I had was slipping.

"You should call me Mistress shouldn't you?" It felt like I had some control
by not using her title. A vague notion of keeping a little bit of control.
"I will forgive you this time, but remember in future. Or I will punish you
again." I remembered the way she had smacked my naked breast on our first
meeting as adults. I remembered the hurt and the arousal. I shivered.

"Yes Mistress" I whispered.

"Have you been good for me little slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

She phoned me every few days. If I was alone and at home she always made me
strip so I was naked as I spoke to her. She wanted me to know my nakedness
and feel submissive. On my mobile she made me find somewhere where I could
touch myself. Oh it had been so easy to do as she had said. I had touched
and played with my body. I was easy. I had cum if she allowed me to, been
frustrated when it was refused. It was easy to slip into accepting her
authority over whether I could give myself release. It kicked in even more
arousal. It made me feel she owned my body, whose hands I was in.

For the last three days I had not been allowed to cum even though I had had
to masturbate for her to hear every day. For her to hear my gasps and pleas.
For her to hear the lewd wetness of my fingers in the river between my legs
as I placed the receiver down there, for her to hear my moans of
frustration. I had been obedient yet afterwards laughed at myself at the
silliness of my obedience. I had become more and more in need of her.

"Did you do the two things I ordered you to do?" My face suddenly flared.
Her voice did not hint at the enormity of her request. At first it hadn't
seemed much to me, but it had changed me, changed how I saw my
relationships. On the surface it had been something that was normal and to
be expected, but it turned out to be something very different indeed. She
had told me to sleep with my husband. No, rather I was to be fucked by my
husband. I had been surprised, but the act didn't sink in then. My lesbian
lover, my Mistress, was commanding me to sleep with my husband. It seemed
bizarre.

"Yes. Yes Mistress. I mailed you."

"I know. I read it. Tell me."

Even as I had listened to her giving me the instructions I had not fully
realised everything it had meant. In the middle of the night. No clothing.
Make him hard if need be with my hands. No lights. On my knees from behind.
Make him cum. Pretend my own climax. Not to cum under any circumstances. It
hadn't seemed much. Just an ordeal to go through for her. I 'd do anything
for her. I was obsessed by her, her control of me. Though I couldn't in the
life of me think why she would demand this of me.

I realised fully when I did it. I knew what I was. I was a whore. I was
Susan's whore. It could have been anyone. In the dark. Hot and ready and wet
due to all the prior thought. My fingers finding his cock. Hard in his
sleep. Felt his hard cock. Waking him. Not speaking. Kneeling for it.
Kneeling to be fucked. Having to explain how I wanted him to take me. The
heat searing my face in the dark. I had knelt like the bitch I was, pushing
up my sex . A cock at my engorged lips, at my well lubricated opening. A
cock sinking deep into my body easily. Feeling it more than usual. Wetter
than usual. Full. A fucking. Just a fucking. Because I was told to. Ordered
to. To fuck, on command.

I was a whore who knew her place and did as I was told. I had broken faith
more by fucking Andrew than by fucking someone else. I had become a whore,
not just an unfaithful wife, but a whore for my lover. Half asleep he rutted
me. He took me fulfilling his own needs not fully realising the little
things. In and out of me his cock had pushed and I had accepted it into my
body. For her. After, I lay, my body still sensitive with use, his liquids
dribbling from me, unable to sleep as I stewed in humiliation and
unfulfilled lust. I knew when I woke the next day. I knew now. I knew when I
had followed her instructions further and described exactly, in detail, what
happened and why, then e-mailed it to her. I also knew it made me so wet.
Susan had broken almost all my resistance.

Eventually I looked up at her. At her face, serene, perhaps looking a little
amused or quizzically at me. "Yes Mistress, I whored myself for you."

"Did you cum?"

"No Mistress."

"Did you want to cum?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Because of him?"

"No." No it wasn't the physical part, nor was it Andrew. Though I had liked
being filled, used. It was something quite different. Doing sexually as I
was told to do. Being a sexual plaything for her. Pleasing her. "Because of
you." I felt her hand caress my cheek and my eyes closed. She knew. I hoped
my dress hadn't a wet patch on it. She kissed me again and I tasted her
lipstick.

"And you've done the little task for me?"

She had wanted me to do something that showed I was hers. Just a little
thing she said. Have my nipples pierced, have a tattoo saying I was owned,
or go and have my pubic hair removed. God! Just a little thing. I couldn't
do the others so I gave in to being waxed. My pubes. It was shocking. I
remember not quite believing her as she told me, as I listened to the words.
All of my hair there. I think really she knew I couldn't do the others, that
she just wanted me to accept that I would do it.

I had done as I was told yesterday. It was so embarrassing. Surprisingly the
woman didn't bat an eyelid, simply carried on gossiping about nothing,
telling me how popular it had become that summer. But for me, I knew why I
was there. I knew who had made me. I knew that I was doing her bidding. As
she removed it I was wet. The pain and discomfort were nothing to the
humiliation I felt. I don't know if she knew about my arousal but it was
something I cannot imagine her missing even though she managed to do it by
sliding the thong from one side to the other. Even though I hadn't been
undressed fully. Oh god I was so ashamed of my wetness and the plumpness of
my labia. I couldn't wait though to get home and touch my smooth skin. I
drove straight home. Undressed quickly. I needed to touch it, myself, frig
myself. That bulging flesh was pink and blotchy but I knew it would go as
would the slight stinging. It felt wonderful. But the smoothness was
wonderful. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking like a cross between an
innocent child and an easy slut. I had decided I would tell Andrew that the
doctor had recommended it for thrush.

"Yes." I hung my head but she lifted my chin with a finger and raised her
eyebrows. "Yes. My pussy is bald for you."

"Is it nice?"

"Yes . It feels so smooth." I couldn't forget my baldness down there. I
always seemed aware of it.

"Good. I will see for myself soon, wont I? But you forgot the Mistress." She
took out a small box. "For your jewellery. Everything." I wore little
jewellery. My wedding and engagement rings and earrings. That was all. I
passed them over and she put the box away in her handbag. It seemed so easy
to pass my rings over somehow.

We finished our drinks and with Susan's perfume still in my nostrils we
walked to the car park, my hand in hers as I had been instructed. Like a
child, like a submissive, like a slut. Hers. It was hot in the morning sun
as we approached the multi-storey car park car, cooler and darker within the
open skeleton of the building. I opened the passenger door but was stilled
before entering. I had my arms on the top of the door and roof. She moved
around standing behind me. My pulse racing in anticipation. I hurried.

"Remove your bra."

"No! Please don't." I felt a ripple of pleasure throbbing in my loins as I
thought about what she was making me do, but I was also scared. "Please
don't Mistress. Not here. People may see."

"Take that bra off. Now. There's no one that can see you."

"I can't... Please..." I pleaded.

"OK. If that's really what you want. I will not cause a scene or force you."
She waited. The silence killing me. My face again flushed, my skin felt so
warm and heated as I felt myself becoming so very aroused. When Susan was
near she made my body alive and tingling. She knew the buttons to press.
Fear and panic rushed through me. I knew the throbbing need between my
thighs, and Susan could make sex more intense than I could ever have
imagined. I hated to admit it but I was beginning to need the humiliation
Susan brought. My hands moved to my back to unfasten it, I pulled the
elastic straps down my arms, removed it through my armholes, keeping my eye
on the family. I felt so embarrassed. I shouldn't be doing this. Not here
anyway. I threw it into the car as instructed. My breasts moved.

Suddenly I flinched and took a deep breath as I felt her hands on my thighs.

"Lift your skirts."

"Oh God no! Please Susan. Please Mistress. Not here." My voice pleading. It
was so humiliating, so disturbing, and so reminiscent of when I was a mere
girl with her. 'I am older now' I wanted to shout. 'I am a big girl!' My
adult female mind tried to resist, but the hunger of my body, the submissive
latency, beginning to give away more and more control of my mind, made me
respond, and pull up my skirt, and show her my knickers. The material slid
easily over my bare thighs. I knew I was giving up control over my own life.
I couldn't let her do this. I couldn't. My hands now held the back of my
purple dress above my hips, my buttocks open to her gaze. I felt her hands
at my knickers; felt them eased down as I stood wildly looking about me.

"Oh God, please. Noooo." The last word more a low moan than a real word.

"Wider. Emma your thighs are together! Let the gusset out from them."

I stopped myself from clamping together, felt wet material leave my lips,
felt the cool air over them, over my newly plucked mound. She slid them down
to my knees. I was fully aware of the feeling of ludicrousness standing with
my knickers around my knees. My now free nipples tightened further at the
thought. I couldn't stop her. Her body moved against me. I could feel her
trousers against the flesh of my naked bottom cheeks, her breasts pushing
against my back. I was lost. A hand cupped a breast through my dress. We
were effectively outside! She squeezed a nipple slightly, her other hand,
cooler than my exposed flesh, cupped my smooth mound as I stood slightly
hidden by the car. I heard myself groan softly as she kissed the back of my
neck and as her finger lay along my slit. I parted my thighs longingly,
whimpering softly, angry at myself.

"Oh yes that is nice! That is so very nice and smooth." Her hand caressed
me. My whimpers continued. "I love to hear those little noises. My God you
are a wet horny slut aren't you? What a dripping horny bitch we have here."

I didn't reply, closing my eyes, not caring about others just at that
moment, the humiliation adding further to the heat. I felt the juices
trickle as I was parted and opened. Although I tried franticly to keep still
and not respond I felt my hips begin to thrust rhythmically. Slut. Slut.
Slut. Almost immediately her hand was removed! I groaned as I heard a little
a small laugh behind me.

"You may lower your skirt over your thighs once seated, but leave those
pretty knickers at your knees and your cheeks naked on the seat. You don't
want to stain that beautiful dress."

I wanted more just then. The feelings of frustration, of wanting her to
touch and yet the feelings of abject humiliation at doing these things,
wanting them, of giving and exposing myself wherever she wished left me
totally confused. I felt as though I was trying to catch up on what was
happening, never quite managing it.

She moved around to the other side of the car as I tried to regain some
composure before doing as she instructed. In the car I felt naked, even
though covered, the material was so light and nothing constrained me
underneath. I smelt my whore smell. My hardened nipples pushed out in the
material so obviously displaying my feelings. I felt silly too with the damp
black lace around my knees on blatant display to Mistress and me at least. I
dare not look out at any passing trucks. I felt ridiculous. They were there
to show me that I was a silly little girl still I knew. Feeling so wicked. I
remembered as a girl she had often made me go without knickers when together
and often fondled me surreptitiously even at her school. My face burnt
realising that I hadn't even considered that I would attempt to stop her. I
was worried that Susan would make me do something too extreme. How would I
explain this to my husband, and friends if caught? I knew Susan was slowly
increasing her control, but how could I stop before I was actually naked? I
felt my pussy pulse again. I would have to make her stop before it is too
late. But was it too late already, was I beginning to want it? I was
ashamed.

She watched as I slipped the hem of my dress above my hips behind. I felt
the cool yet animal like touch of the leather seat against my flesh.

"That's a good little slut. You can be so good." My stomach quivered as she
praised me. But you were a naughty girl out there in the car park. You
didn't do as you were told immediately and you didn't call me Mistress. A
naughty girl."

"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress." I felt a wave of panic as I wondered if she
really thought that I hadn't pleased her and I turned to look at her
stricken. My eyes wide my mouth open.

"And what should we do with naughty little girls, Emma?"

I didn't want to answer. I knew I had to. "Punished Mistress." My mouth dry.

"Yes, Emma. Yes I think it may be necessary. But I think you will realise
what you are and what you want in the following days as we enjoy ourselves."

We drove in silence most of the way back, her hand at times on my thigh. I
felt ashamed that I wanted her to touch more of me. My body ached for
release. Only gradually did I relax in my shame. I caught myself moving my
fingers on my left hand as if the play with my rings but they weren't there.
I had given them up. Thought of this strange relationship, of how I needed
it. My only regret was that I was having an extra marital affair. What she
did to me, what she made me do, I knew I secretly wanted. I looked at my
knickers at my knees.

It might seem bizarre to some but people smoked, drank, took drugs, did all
sorts of things that they knew were dangerous. God even driving in the car
was dangerous. What I wanted from this wasn't too bad. My stomach tightened
inside and I squirmed my buttocks on the seat. Thought of her punishing me.
I fantasised of myself draped over her, of her hand spanking me. I had
fantasised a lot about her before I met her again. It was all real now. It
was so scary and exciting. I looked at her. Her eyes caught mine and I
blushed as I quickly looked down.

"You can speak as long as it is appropriate and respectful but I don't want
you to speak too often otherwise. I know a little subby bitch like you will
communicate your desires and needs, except when ordered to be silent. Any
disrespectful speech or insolence will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excited slut?"

"Yes Mistress. Scared too."

When the car pulled into her drive and I got out both of us looked at the
damp line on the cream leather passenger seat where I had been sitting. She
laughed and I blushed yet again. I had to hobble over to the doorway with my
case and keeping my knickers in position at my knees. My breasts bobbled. I
stood with my knickers showing at my knees. Although it was doubtful if
others would see, I stood sure that they might.

Taking my bag I followed Susan upstairs into her bedroom, with difficulty as
I had not been allowed to remove the knickers. I had never been here in her
bedroom before. I looked around curiously, being allowed into her sanctum. I
stood and trembled deliciously, waiting, not knowing exactly what she may
demand of me. I looked at the bed, vast with its metal head and foot ends.
Thankfully alone now. In private, just the two of us. I put down my bag.
Thankfully I was allowed, as she watched, to remove my knickers. She took
them from me and smiled and she smelt them, grinning. My bottom lip
quivered.

Standing, she stretched. Feline movements. Her hands went to her waist and
unfastened her trousers. I stood transfixed by her legs, by her beauty. Her
legs were tight, her buttocks firm beneath her French knickers. She stood
and her long shirt slipped over them, hiding them again. She hung up the
trousers as I watched her, unfastened another button on the shirt but then
stayed as she was. She watched as I placed my clothes and toiletries where
she directed from her position against the dressing table. My breasts moved
against the material of my dress as I bent, again as I reached up. I could
feel the slipperiness down at the junction of my thighs.

After I had completed my task she looked me in the eyes reducing me to a
jelly and then kissed me. Our mouths moved deliciously, my mouth opened by
her tongue, our bodies touching, pressing. She pulled back and looked at me,
her fingertips touching my neck lightly as they moved to the buttons of my
dress. I looked down my front as her hands unfastened each large button,
slowly working their way down, one after the other. She peeled it over my
shoulders and threw it over the chair. I was naked. Embarrassingly, I
realised; I was pleased to be naked. I loved it. I remembered to breathe. My
breasts rose and fell, trembled, nipples hard. Slowly she slid her hands
down to them and started to knead very softly. A whispered moan escaped from
me. She tweaked my nipples, slowly yet gradually increasing the pressure on
them until I was grunting softly with something I couldn't differentiate
between pleasure and pain. She started to firmly caress my tits again, using
less and less pressure. Humiliatingly I felt myself leaning forward trying
to get her to fondle them harder.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes. Yes Mistress."

"I own you, my love. I will own you completely. Its what I want. You do know
that don't you Emma?"

"Oh, oh, yes Mistress." I felt so good then, so totally safe and at peace. I
loved it, being with her. She kissed me softly, held my face and looked into
my eyes.

"Would you let me own you? Would you do as I tell you totally?" Her voice
gently amused.

"Yes." My voice so faint. "Yes. I'm yours." I said them, words that seemed
so simple,

My breath short and ragged, less rhythmic. My body shivering even in the
warm glow of giving. Her finger on my cheek still. The nail against my skin,
just touching. I felt its sharpness as it followed my neck, inside my
cleavage, passing my throbbing tits, over the curve of my stomach. Daren't
move. Her fingers caressed my pubic mound, over the smooth flesh, denuded
for her like my body. I shuddered, couldn't help but push forward and part.

"Oh yes I like this. Does it itch?"

"Yes Mistress, a little."

"Keep it slick for me. I have bought you a new Ladies Remington and a Venus
razor for the intricate bits. Twice a week. When you need to shave use only
a new blade and shaving cream for sensitive skin. Baby oil under the cream.
Use moisturisener each day. Powder too. It'll help. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." Grateful. Still desperately horny.

I knew that she would realise how wet I still was. Fingers slid along the
edge of the lips, gently rubbing them slightly apart. Separated, touched the
opening. A pool of moisture within building. Hips instinctively bucked,
desperate, trying to stand still. Naked and exposed to her now, adrenaline
surged through me. My mind focused only on that moment. Her open mouth
seemed to be saying 'Yes, you want it don't you slut.' I felt the palm of
her hand brushing my sensitive skin, gliding over it lightly, fingers toying
between the folds once again. The juices that had built within, flowing,
trickling down the inside of my thighs. I felt the coolness as it crept
along my hot flesh. Fingers played with my velvety lips, now slippery with
moisture, my slut wetness. She touched my clit, my body flinching, and my
hips jerked suddenly toward her. Each time she touched my sensitive bud, I
jerked my hips. Each time I jerked, her hands stopped. Sighing deeply, I
became more and more frustrated, more and more aroused.

"Do you want my finger inside your cunt?" So embarrassed.

"Yes! Oh god please!"

Her index finger down from my clit and slipped into me, slipped
embarrassingly easily. It pushed right in. Into my cunt. Oh yes it was my
cunt, her cunt. Not pussy. Cunt. It was dirty, her cunt. Belonged to her. Oh
god yes. I inhaled sharply. Then I felt two fingers sliding in and out and
at the same time found my clit with her thumb. I was humping against her
furiously.

"Who owns you slut?"

"You... you do,... Mistress!" I almost shrieked. "Please! Please!"

"What do you want?"

"To cum! Please let me cum Mistress!" I began moaning unintelligibly.

"Who allows or denies you pleasure my little sub?"

"You... you.... aaarg....You Mistress." I was sobbing. Her fingers slid back
and forth as fast as she could. I was on the verge of exploding very
quickly.

"Not yet, little one".

I moaned loudly and clutched the fingers tightly inside of me. "Please!
Please, I need...!!"

"I will decide what you need." You said, pulling out your fingers. My hips
continued to pump, though on nothing. Her fingers came to my face; they were
covered with my juices. They moved forward and I suckled and as I tasted
myself on her fingers I moaned softly in need. They went back inside me. She
teased and teased me. Never letting me go over the edge, keeping me so near.
Suckling my slut juices from her fingers every so often.

A mist of desire. Standing as still as I could as she moved around the room.
My body pulsed. I concentrated as hard as I could on being still. My nipples
aching, my cunt throbbing. Mistress took my hand and took it behind me.
Something soft was fastened. Then the other. Again the soft fastening. My
hands were fastened without me fully realising what was going on. Leather
cuffs. My tits thrust forward. They felt good pushing out like that, bigger,
obvious. I tested to see if I could pull it off. I couldn't. I pulled until
it hurt. I was lubricating so freely on my thighs. Now I was unable to cover
myself or protect myself. I turned and looked at her. She smiled wickedly at
me.

"Yes. That's right." She could tell what I was thinking. Her grinned and her
hand snaked out and took a nipple. Then roamed freely over my body. I was in
no position to stop her. I was so aware of that. "Do you like it? Being
bound?"

"Yes Mistress." I conceded. I did damn it! Exposed and not able to control
anything. My body seemed to be about to explode; I couldn't possibly keep
all this focus on my submissiveness within.

"You'll be happy then."

Her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed. I slid down her body until I was
on my knees, my face against her French knickers between the sides of her
shirt. She was excited too. I could smell her and feel her heat through the
silk. The fact she was excited because of me excited me more. Her crutch was
before me, her pubic hair showing through the thin material. It had a damp
patch. I remembered her sex from my youth. The neatly trimmed pubic hair,
the smooth lips, proud. The slit between puffy lips showing the nice pink
wet slit between.

"You're here for my pleasure. I own you. Pleasure your owner." Her voice
throaty with arousal coming to me from above. My breasts hung as leant over
to kiss her thighs but she didn't really want pleasure she wanted release.
Her hands on each side of my head pulled me to her, to her sex. It was
divine. I loved it. My mouth against her centre. Having to lean against her,
hands clasped me and rubbed herself against my face. My tits were squashed
against her thighs, as she spread even wider they were pressed outwards too.

Her sudden need was catching, I put my mouth to her and licked and kissed
every part of her through her knickers. Quickly they darkened with my saliva
and her secretions. Feeling her through the thin material amazingly well.
Between the fleshy mound and lips I could feel the hardness of her clit and
was rewarded by a groan as she arched backwards. Her hands began grinding me
against her. Trying to give pleasure as much as I could but I had to accept
my passive role as she ground my face over her covered sex. Using me. I
wanted to be used this way. I wanted it so badly. Her aroma filled my
nostrils, her taste seemed to be coming into my mouth through the silk.
Wanted to use my hands, found I couldn't, my cunt pulsed crazily. I suddenly
found myself being gagged by her pushing against my mouth. Instead of oxygen
I breathed her smell. The intensity growing by the second. If it had been me
I would no doubt be baying like a rutting hyena. I was so impressed by her
self-control, even though I could sense her nearly there.

It was my place. There between her legs was my position. I wanted her
pleasure. I wanted her to have an orgasm so much. I realised I was
concentrating so much on my task that I kept forgetting to breathe. Suddenly
she stopped altogether. I could feel the tenseness in her body like a spring
and then with a sigh her hips jerked erratically. I heard another sigh and
we stayed motionless for a long moment. I realised that I was on the edge
myself. My own breathing was ragged and my hips were moving and my thighs
were squeezing. She was in control even when cumming! How God. So close. So
close. Not there. Her aroma filling me like my arousal.

Suddenly bereft as she moved away. My body teetering on the verge of
falling.

"Stay there." She walked behind me out of sight. I knelt expectantly. Time
passed. My buttocks out, my hands fastened behind. "Now, come to me. On your
knees." With my hands bound it wasn't easy even though the distance was
small. I shuffled forward to her. I was very conscious of the movement of my
tits, the slipperiness of my thighs. "Turn around. Touch the floor with your
head and spread your knees really nicely wide for me." Easier said than
done. I bent and needed to lift my hips to rest my cheeks on the carpet.

I realised my humiliating position, it was impossible not to. Mistress would
be able to see that my thighs were wet, than my lips were bulging. She would
be able to see my crinkled private opening. The faint sound of the bed came
to me as she sat behind me. Her shoe caressed inside my thighs. I relaxed at
its touch, at its caress. It moved higher. It rubbed over my thick labia and
I gasped. My hands opened and closed impotently behind me. It pressed
against me, her foot fitting the curve of my body there, her shin against my
rear which was now high in the air and spread wide open. Within the
limitations of my movements, and even with only my hands fastened behind me,
in this position they were limited, I began pressing against it. Whimpering.
Knowing I had to wait. It wasn't up to me.

The pointed toe parted me. Hard against me. Shoe, lips, cunt, clit. Rubbing.
Grinding. Me, humping. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto the carpet. Her
foot felt oily. Was it entering me? Had I opened totally. I was so apart,
front, back. I couldn't do anything, bound. Oh God. How could I let this
happen? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the volcano that needed to
erupt. All my world centred on my need, my desire, my lust. y looked around.
A family were getting into their car on the far side, a man pulling a case
near the lift, no one near.

The pointed toe parted me. Hard against me. Shoe, lips, cunt, clit. Rubbing.
Grinding. Me, humping. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto the carpet. Her
foot felt oily. Was it entering me? Had I opened totally. I was so apart,
front, back. I couldn't do anything, bound. Oh God. How could I let this
happen? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the volcano that needed to
erupt. All my world centred on my need, my desire, my lust.

"Cum for me." I did. It was if I had split and the lava was coming out of
every part of my body. And yet within the explosions of lust that wracked me
over and over it and I were constrained by my Mistress.

Finally I became aware of my self and my body again. The carpet wet against
mouth, hairs on my lips, my bottom waving in the air, stuck high wantonly. I
became aware of her feet near my face. The shoe moved against my face.

"Clean it my sweet slut." I licked the leather that tasted of me. I licked
and kissed her shoes it as I knelt before my Mistress. I felt so comforted.

Chapter 2

Laying in her armpit, I woke with my face on Mistress's breast. I could feel
her heat and the sweat from my face and feel the beating of her heart throw
her body. I couldn't move my arms. My shoulders ached dully. I opened my
eyes and she was looking at me. Her fingers played in my hair.

"Happy now?" I nodded. "We only slept a while we still have lots of time.
Just think about what you have done. My god. Fucking my shoe! What would
people think? What would they say? Such a dirty slut of a sub. Does anyone
else have any idea that you are such an immoral little slut when you try and
pretend you are not?"

"No Mistress only you."

"Stop humping my leg!" Suddenly realising that I was rubbing my hairless
mound against her leg. I couldn't believe what a slut I had become. Oh God
it was so humiliating. I was so horny.

"I am sorry Mistress", I said plaintively.

"You'll do anything wont you to get off, to get that oozing hungry cunt of
yours off. Well that cunt is really mine now again isn't it subby?" I knew
that she was right!

"Oh yes Mistress."

"Yes slut, your Mistress has a pussy, you have a cunt. You understand that
don't you?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yes Mistress." It was such a dirty word but it was
the correct word for me. That's what I was. I was a slut. My Mistress owned
my cunt.

"And tits, you have tits slut, or udders. What do I have?"

"You have lovely breasts Mistress. Such beautiful breasts."

"Good. Good. I own you. Now you are my toy, just a sex toy, for my pleasure.
What are you?"

"I am just an owned sex toy Mistress. Yours." She smiled at me and leaned
forward to kiss my mouth her tongue playing inside and me responding. My
cunt throbbed as she used her toy. Just a toy. But toys make their owners
happy, don't they?

She moved me over onto my back with my arms under me. She played with my
hair gently. "You are such a slut aren't you? Such a smutty, wicked slut."
Her voice gentle.

"Yes Mistress." Whispered. My hands bound under me, my hips raised. "Open
for me, my lovely little slut." I parted my legs craving to please her.
Knowing I wanted her to see me. See me open and exposed as she had told me.
Seeing me obedient. Looking down and seeing my slippery naked mound pushing
up lewdly. Tits thrust up. Exposed and engorged lips parting and available
with or without any consent. Shivering at the thought. Still having that
overwhelming need throbbing between my legs. I was embarrassed. Aware I was
leaking again. Shivering again under Susan's intense inspection of my naked
body. Blushing as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast. She
rolled my already hard nipple

"Open wider. Tell me what has been up this slutty cunt of yours lately." My
tendon aching as I spread my legs wider still. Her fingers slid between my
slippery lips. Rubbing me. Entering. Leaving. Over my clit. Deep with me.

"You know Mistress."

"I know I know. I said tell me."

"Andrew's cock, Mistress."

"Why was that cock up inside you, subby?" Her voice in tempo with her
fingers. Her face near mine. Forcing. Pushing. Demanding. Like her fingers.

"Because you told me to Mistress. You told me that I had to do it Mistress.
Ooooh. You wanted me to fuck for you Mistress."

"Can you remember what it felt like being my dirty whore? Did it fill you?
Did that cunt of yours get wet thinking of what you were?"

"Yes. Yes. Oh god yes." My chest was rising and falling with my breath. "I
was your whore. I was your bitch. Hot bitch. Like you said. Ugmmh. On my
knees. Instigated it. Let him. Like you said." Panting.

"Were you wet for me?"

"Oh God yes. I was wet for you Miss. Like now!"

"Did you cum?"

"No Miss. You said. I wanted to so much but I was good. I was good for you.
I wanted to do exactly as you told me. Not till today. Not till you gave me
permission. I whored and I waited Mistress." So submissive.

"Remember. It is only me that gives it to you. Me that allows it. You orgasm
at my wish. Nobody else's. Even yours. That's what you really want isn't
it?"

"Yes Miss. Oh God." Her fingers left me humping air in frustration. I
whimpered.

"You are here to pleasure me, and you happen to have a pleasing body and it
pleases me for it to be available and on display to me whenever we are in
the house alone. In fact, unless I tell you otherwise, before you enter the
house you must always be naked. You need to ensure you are displaying tits,
cunt and arse for your Mistress before you enter. Being naked for me will
make you know your place. Make you aware what you are and what you are for.
You'll probably get off on that too wont you? The humiliation, being naked.
I know you don't ever forget.

"I know my sub wants the attention. So for punishment we'll put you in the
corner and forget you." I looked up at her pleadingly but not daring to
speak. "I'll smack you and even whip you, of course, but that will be for my
pleasure not your punishment. I'll do it because I like doing it and you
will accept it because you'll know your duty is to please."

Her hand swiftly slapped my cunt and mound once. A sound like slapping wet
mud. I jerked and arched up from the bed. Cried out in shock. She did it
again, then again. It hurt and shook me. But I could feel other stirrings
too. I pushed up for the next. I pushed up my naked mound for the slap!
Pushed it up to be smacked. Arched up, wanting. It didn't come. I blushed
suddenly, deeply. Mistress laughed. "I might do it to simply get your
attention, or just to show you your innermost wantonness." She laughed
again. "You, my little bitch, become wet so easily don't you?"

After Mistress unfastened my wrists, I went into shower with Mistress and
soaped her body and washed her hair. My arms loved being sanctioned to move
again. I was allowed to soap her breasts and sex too. She kissed me under
the jetting water. Her lips played with mine gently, her wet body slippery
against mine. It aroused me. Breasts rubbing over mine and legs entangling.
I felt happy. After, I dried her down too in one of her huge soft towels.

Mistress dressed in a black leather skirt and a thin red top. Obviously I
remained naked. I felt more naked when Mistress was dressed. She knew it.
She knew that it aroused me too.

"Mistress," finding it difficult to speak, "I need to use the bathroom."

"To pee?" I nodded. She looked at me with her finger lightly touching her
lip. "Yes Mistress. To... pee."

"We'll go downstairs first." I didn't know what she meant but decided it was
wisest to say nothing though the pressure in my bladder was growing with
each minute.

Downstairs, I stood on a rug before her chair in the kitchen, naked and
wanting to pee. It was a very big kitchen, old fashioned in a fashionable
way. The floor was tiled with black and white tiles, there were a few rugs.
A big table in the middle with chairs, a stove and fridge freezer. A clothes
dryer hung from the ceiling above the large brick fireplace. There was a
smell of herbs. She had me stand with thighs apart and my hands behind me.
My tits thrust, nipples hard and my cunt available. My lower lips were
engorged and exposed. It felt formal. It was a position I was expected to
know in future. I still had that overwhelming need throbbing between my
legs, or maybe it was a new one. I was embarrassed. I knew my lips were
getting wetter again. I shivered under Susan's intense inspection of my
naked body. I blushed as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast.
My body remembered my orgasm and I feel its rapid response to her light
touch. I stood and felt my already hard nipple rolled between forefinger and
thumb, gently crushing it. I turned slightly to the left hoping my right
nipple will be caressed.

"Who owns you?"

"You do Mistress."

"Good. "I think you already realise your role is to please me. Remember I am
a strong woman who knows what it is you really want. When you feel nervous,
you will remember that whatever it is you are expected to do that is making
you nervous you are giving yourself to your Mistress, for our mutual
enjoyment. I will take you and use you however I please, because this is
what you want too. I will do everything necessary to make you feel safe and
comfortable, and in return, you will not let your fears interfere with your
desire to give herself completely to me. If you do well, and obey me at all
times, you will be rewarded."

"You are my submissive slut then? My sex toy? To do my bidding, to carry out
my orders, to play with, to do as you are told and be obedient?"

"Yes Mistress. I am yours, your submissive slut." My breasts were heaving
and I could do nothing. I wanted to wipe my face, to close and squeeze my
thighs. I wanted to cover my nipples as they thrust forward in their need. I
wanted to but I didn't, couldn't. It was if I was tied. I was, but not by
the cuffs just then.

"Good. I want you, want you to be that." I groaned aloud at that. The
pleasure of knowing she wanted me. Wanted to be my Mistress. Wanted me
sexually. "Go and fetch the glass bowl that you'll find next to the sink." I
brought it, very conscious of my nakedness, my bouncing tits, the
slipperiness of my thighs and resumed my position. My bladder pressed inside
me, wanting release.

"Do you still want to pee?"

"Please Mistress."

"Well you did well to ask. Because you must ask my permission for everything
concerning what goes in and out of that slut body of yours my little bitch.
You will not you use the toilet in this house. You will either use this bowl
or you will do it outdoors in the garden, at my discretion." My mouth must
have opened in shock. Her hand slapped my left breast. I groaned and just
managed to hold position.

"Don't even think of arguing. That is what I want, understood?"

"Yes Mistress." I blurted it out hoping my tender breast would not to be
smacked again.

"Good. Away from the house, of course, you may use a washroom cubicle if
permission is given but there will be conditions when I allow that. Now, you
will make sure you do not get any on the floor." She placed it on the rug
and sat down to watch. "Squat with your thighs well apart. I expect to be
able to see clearly."

There was a thumping in my ears. I couldn't believe all I had heard and I
was sure there was more to come. My face was on fire but felt my body
responding to the humiliation. I thought of Mistress's caresses, the
tingling excitement growing yet again between my legs. I felt my clit
throbbing as my thighs opened to her. The tingling spread throughout my
body, and my nipples were now as hard as diamonds. I squatted feeling
humiliation and more. She'd watched me before but many years previously. It
was so embarrassing; my thighs spasmed slightly as I squatted wide open so
that she could observe. I placed two fingers either side of my hairless lips
and pulled up so I could direct the flow, but the flow wouldn't come. I did
not want to get it on the floor. I was desperate. I looked up at Mistress
who arched her eyebrows silently. I tried and tried. I looked at the floor
and thought of taps open and flowing, waterfalls, rivers.

Suddenly it came. A flow of liquid from me. Bursting forth. So wonderful was
the relief it wasn't until I heard the noise of the pee going into the
liquids already in the bowl that the humiliation returned. Stronger. My eyes
were wet but it didn't matter. The knowledge was deep. Knowing the control
over myself that I was giving up more and more. I was having to control
myself to do my Mistress's bidding. My body wanted to shake but I dare not
allow it. I dare not allow the urine anywhere other than in the bowl, it
still spurted. Eventually it simply dribbled from me. Then dripped as I
became to shake slightly. I didn't know what she wanted as she stared at me.

"Come here." I moved closer still with my legs spread. A tissue had appeared
in Mistress's hand. I spread for her, spread my cunt, full of shame and
submission. She wiped me as if I was a child. I felt very loved. I couldn't
help but whisper thank you to her. "Now go and empty it and make sure you
clean it well. After, put it on the floor so you know where it is to use
again."

After, I was allowed to make-up and brush my hair. We were going out and my
appearance was to be considered. Mistress had said as it would reflect on
her and I must never show her up in any way. I hoped I was pretty enough as
I brushed my hair until it shone. Mistress brought my clothing, she had
chosen the same dress as I had worn earlier and I was surprised and pleased
to see a clean black pair of knickers on top as she handed them to me. No
bra though.

"You will always be required look your best and are properly dressed or
undressed. You must never show me up by looking unkempt. Obviously at home
you will be allowed to choose to dress in a manner appropriate to your role,
but I will judge how well you present yourself. However, a few specific
guidelines need to be mentioned to you. If I allow any underwear it will be
appropriately sexy, any top worn will be cut low enough to reveal skin down
to the point between the slave's nipples or tight enough to easily display
the shape of your tits. If ever I allow you to wear trousers they must be
sufficiently tight to reveal the curve of your slutty hips or loose enough
for my easy access. "

I moved as if to put on the dress though I was immediately stopped.

"You are in the house and I have not given my slut permission to be dressed
in the house. Put them on outside." Oh god, I had forgotten. I was allowed
to put on my shoes inside.

I had to dress in the open porch. I could hear the traffic and someone call
out in the distance as, still holding the tiny silk bundle of knickers; I
wrapped the dress around myself and fastened the buttons all the way up the
front. Mistress made me stand as she undid buttons again. High up my thigh.
"I will decide on the extent of exposure." She stopped and caressed my
smooth mound.

"Mmm. I do like this smooth." I tried to remain still though it was
difficult to restrain from thrusting lewdly. She finally left my
increasingly needy skin and unbuttoned the dress at the top further down
than I had. To below my breasts. If I wasn't careful I could easily display
my breasts to anyone who cared to look in my direction. I slipped into the
knickers which covered virtually nothing of me, much of the smooth flesh
showing at the side. As I bent and pulled them up my breasts moved
obviously, embarrassingly. I could feel the string between my buttocks and
knew the smallness of the front would mean that they would eventually slip
between my lips. She passed me my purse.

We moved to the car and drove off in silence; I hadn't been told where we
were going. It wasn't far. Parked on the street. I could see large expanses
of my globes and acres of thigh as I got out of the car. Walking, holding my
purse at my crutch, very concerned about the movement of my breasts and the
slight breeze ruffling my skirt. I looked at the ground. Mistress held my
arm at the elbow like one does to a recalcitrant child. We stood on the
pavement, occasional shoppers passing.

"There is a sex shop over there. Go in and buy three butt plugs, all
different sizes. I will wait in this shoe shop."

"What?"

A sudden shock hit me. White stars in my eyes. A slap. On my cheek. I looked
around. A man saw but walked on, glancing at me. My eyes filled with tears.

"Never question me like that again! Especially in public. You will do as you
are told. Now!"

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Just go and do what you are told."

The windows were opaque. The inside looked secret, forbidden. I had never
ever been in a shop like it before. Stepping across the road I gingerly
opened the door, really worried that I had upset her. A really loud bell
shocked me out of my thoughts as I entered. It announced my presence to all
the world. Two men looked up at me. One of them shuffled quickly around a
corner but the other carried on looking at me. A hard looking woman behind
the counter read a newspaper, smoking. Suddenly the bell again and I
actually jumped in shock. A group of office girls came in, loud and
boisterous, claiming the space with their laughter. I moved to the wall
attempting to hide myself. Old music, sounding like I imagined in a strip
club, was playing vaguely in the background. The man continued to watch me
amusedly. I suddenly became really aware of my barely covered body. I looked
down. A hard nipple very near the button of my dress was exposed. Quickly
adjusting myself, blushing. I needed to find what I came for. My head
buzzed. I felt sweat on my forehead. The smell of cigarettes all around.

Vibrators filled the walls as far as I could see. All sizes, all colours. It
was intimidating. I saw the girls looking at some adult games and as my eyes
moved I noticed some boxes of something. No. Plastic balls. I was blushing
strongly. Although it was darker inside I was scared the finger marks on my
cheek would show. The man looked at me intermittently, bored with me now,
looking at a dirty magazine. The girls were still too caught up in their
amusement to bother about me. My eyes went back to the shelves and there in
front of me were packs of three sizes of plugs. I had never seen any before.
The ones here were all vivid pink. There was no other colour. I picked a
pack sheepishly, my heart beating furiously, thankful I needn't make a
choice. The check out desk was high. The woman condescended to look at me as
I placed my purchase up on the counter.

"We have black butt plugs too", she said loudly. The girls stopped,
momentarily looking. Then they carried on, ignoring me. Even though she had
her cigarette in her mouth the words sounded booming. I wanted to hide, as
the strangers in the shop knew the secret of my purchase.

"No, no. That's all right. These are fine." I couldn't look in her
direction. I could feel perspiration running under my arms. She put them in
a brown bag and I gave her a note.

The change was passed over. I took it but I couldn't hold it. Sweaty hands.
It dropped onto the floor. Scrabbling on the floor for the coins. Looking up
there was the man who had stared at me. My skirts had separated between my
thighs, wide up to my knickers; my top gaped displaying my tits. I should
have fled immediately but I didn't. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights.
I stayed for those extra few seconds allowing a stranger visual access to
me. Whore. Slut. Then I fled. Fled with damp knickers. So ashamed at what I
had done. What was happening to me?

I found Mistress looking at shoes. I blushed thinking of earlier. I could
smell cigarettes still on me.

"Any problems?"

"No Mistress. I've got them."

"Good. You look flushed. Is your cheek alright?" Her hand caressed it. I was
shaking. I wanted to cry.

Down the street I carried the brown bag, my finger aching as they tensed
around the folded top. The next stop surprised me. A pet shop. We walked
into that musty animal smell that all pet shops seem to acquire. It wasn't
busy, one middle aged woman and a small boy. A girl was packing pet food on
the bottom shelves, her cerise knickers showing over the rear of her low
slung jeans. Concentrating on not exhibiting intimate parts of myself, I
followed Mistress who appeared to be looking purposefully for something. We
came to a stop and I wondered why we were here.

"As my pet you need a collar. A dog collar for my bitch on heat. Now which
type and what size?"

My eyes must have been like dinner plates. I managed to contain my shock and
keep my mouth shut. Frantic I looked around to see if anyone had heard.
Mistress picked up a pink one and placed it against my throat.

"Chin up slut." I did as I was told. Mistress tried to fasten it around me
but it was too small.

"Can I help?" Had she heard me called a slut?

"Well we need a collar."

"For which breed?"

"Oh, it has to be the size of this young things throat." The girl in with
the cerise knickers looked at me puzzled.

"What colour?"

"Actually I like the black ones. I thought with metal studs initially but
they are quite butch and this is for a bitch. I think a plain black one."

The girl found a few different sizes and Mistress asked her to try them
around my neck for size. The girl stood looking at us, from one to the
other, then shrugged and did as she was asked. I stood blushing furiously,
holding my neck up, presenting my throat as the girl tried them around me.
Eventually Mistress and the girl found one that matched their satisfaction
as stood there mortified, modelling my dog collar. The girl had realised
that I was not worth speaking to and only conversed with Mistress now.
Passive, standing still. They stood looking at the one they had decided upon
around my neck.

"Oh, and a leash. Chain, with a leather handle?"

"Yes. We have those." One was found and Mistress fastened it to my collar,
letting it hang heavily down my front.

"Perfect. We'll take these. We might as well keep them on. Well not the
leash."

The girl looked from one to the other of us not certain of whether she was
being laughed at. "I'll need to remove it for the code. Oh I can take it
without unfastening it." She spoke as if in a daze obviously incapable of
explaining to herself what was happening.

"Oh yes, the bitch can still wear it. Don't worry about wrapping them. We
have this brown bag that the leash can go in." I knew I was trembling. I
knew I was so hot as the girl unfastened it and looked at me. I couldn't
look at her. I didn't want to see her expression. As we approached the
checkout something else caught Mistress's eye. She picked something small
from a shelf as we passed.

At the checkout the girl ran everything through the cash till including the
small bell that Mistress had picked up. She put the leash in a plastic bag
and Mistress stood me still and spent a considerable time adjusting my new
collar and then attached the bell! A customer entered and looked amusedly at
me. It hadn't occurred to me why she had bought it up to then. I thought I
might faint. As we walked out I was suddenly aware of the wetness between my
legs. The bell tinkled.

Thankfully Mistress decided that she would like a coffee. The dizziness was
gradually reducing. I was wearing the collar, walking around in my collar
and my bell. My bitch collar. I could smell the leather, feel it vaguely
around my neck. We sat down at a table by the wall in an out of the way spot
in a coffee shop. There were only a couple of other tables occupied and
there was restfulness about the place. My bell could be stilled. I began to
relax. The embarrassment of buying the collar receding a little. I still
felt very obvious. Why would a grown woman be wearing a dog collar? It made
me feel very humble and submissive. I was just a pet. Nobody had looked at
me strangely though. Nobody had looked surprised or disgusted. I realised
that the knowledge of what it was rested inside me. I was a pet, I was a
submissive, it was my 'badge' but inside I was aware that it was only some
people who knew. The people who were also into this kind of thing.

The waitress was beckoned over and took our order. She seemed to look at me
for a moment but it wasn't me placing the order. Mistress was taking care of
me. I sat quietly waiting looking at my hands. My thoughts were still
buzzing around my head and all I wanted was to keep out of trouble and
please. Soon our order came and I sat silently, sipping already cooling
coffee. Mistress began talking about handbags. I sat as passively as I
could, very aware of my bell still.

"I think I will tie you up more. Keep you opened and in bondage. Would you
like that?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"I think you do. I think that being bound and not in any position to stop
what's done to you would make you dribble down your legs, slut."

I looked at the table and let my imagination riot. Eventually, after I could
feel her amused eyes on me for what seemed to be hours I whispered a "yes".

"Do you think the girl is attractive?" The question caught me off guard and
I had to look around and look at the girl again. My bell tinkled at the
sudden movement and I was scared that she would look at me. The girl was
about sixteen, eighteen perhaps with short blonde hair. She was quite plain
but had a nice figure and her long legs looked good in her short black
miniskirt and black tights and flats. I could imagine her at school. The
boys would be pleased to be with her, but not necessarily in public I
thought bitchily.

"She is pretty I guess Mistress and has good legs."

"Yes she has, quite long. Look at her tits. Would you like to lick them if I
allowed you to?"

Oh God! Would she ever expect me to do that? I knew that it would not simply
be approval if she did, but an order. Like whoring to my husband. Would she
humiliate me that much? With someone who knows what I am doing, not only me.
Would she give me away like that? No it wouldn't be giving me away, I
realised, it would be a performance from me. She'd be whoring me again.
Really whoring her slut. She would keep me and expect me to perform for her
curiosity. She would like the erotic display and the knowledge that she
could humiliate me. I could imagine that. The reality of it made my stomach
jump.

I licked my dry lips and looked at the breasts in question. They were larger
than mine. Full in a young girl's way, I thought almost insolently pert.
Mine were relatively pert I knew from balancing the comments received with
observation but hers had that over ripe look of fresh tomatoes. Those extra
ten years makes a difference. I hoped that I had other things in my favour.
I noticed my mouth was dry, my face hot. I could imagine the pinkness of the
nipple.

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice husky.

I coughed attempting to disguise it and as I did I became aware of the
constriction of the collar around my throat and the tinkling again. I
couldn't look at her, instead attempting to look across the room in my
uncertainty. The waitress was clearing plates from an empty table. Her skirt
stretched tight over her buttocks as she leant forward. Her skin glowed
pinkly through her thin white blouse and the straps of her bra showed
clearly. I closed my mouth and looked at the table in front of me aware of
my blushes. I could imagine my hands caressing her. The more sexual control
I gave away the more I was incapable of controlling my dirty thoughts.

"You are getting wetter again aren't you?" She looked and sounded surprised
though we both knew she wasn't. She was reading my face. We both knew that
she was building this in me and teasing me with her comments. This lust,
this volcanic coursing inside me was caused by her ownership of me.

I nodded at the table before giving in to speech. "Yes Mistress."

After a while the girl approached us with a tray looking empty cups. I
looked down as she took them from the table. Mistress said thank you but the
girl remained there.

"Is that what I think it is around her neck?" I felt my eyes widen and my
face heat up.

Mistress cocked her head and amusedly looked at the girl. "What do you
mean?"

"It's a collar, a dog collar. With a bell."

"Yes?" I was very aware that I was looking at the table and not defending
myself. A drip of sweat ran down my side. The girl didn't say anything for a
while and I hoped she would go but she didn't.

"Is she a submissive? Do you own her?" My head spun. My eyes blurred.

"Why do you ask?" The humour apparent in Mistress's tone.

"I read these books." My throat was tightening. "Some of the women and men
sometimes wear dog collars."

"What kind of books?" Mistress was spinning this out.

"Dirty books." Her voice confident not embarrassed, as I would have been
admitting to reading books like that.

"Yes she is." I thought my breathing would stop! They continued talking for
a moment but the only sound I could hear was the thumping of blood in my
ears. My eyes were blurred humiliation. I vaguely realised the girl was
walking away.

"Look at me!" Mistress's voice was stern. Not harsh but a voice I would not
argue with. "You will remember that you are mine and you will obey your
Mistress."

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice rasping on my dry throat.

"In a moment she will return. All you have to do is remove your knickers and
do as I say. She will not harm or touch you. I will not allow it. I will not
allow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. But..."

"No buts!" I remembered the slap.

"Sorry Mistress."

"You will do exactly as you are told and show me how obedient you can be
when things are unexpected. Never mind the problems just let yourself be
guided and controlled by your Mistress and you will be looked after. I am
doing this because you want it. I am doing this because I can. And I will."

The girl returned and stood before our table. The only other customers were
just out of sight at the other end behind plants. She stood there and I
could see her legs, but I daren't look up.

"Are you really going to make her do it?" I must have missed something
earlier.

"Slut, remove your knickers now and place them on the table."

She looked at me and nodded. I felt like a rabbit in headlights. I silently
pleaded but to no avail. Finally I knew I would be in serious trouble if I
didn't comply. Other strangers had seen me kissing Mistress, possibly seen
my tits, and seen me collared after all. This was just another stranger. I
stretched my jaw and looked around nervously as my hands dropped to my
sides. My right hand crept under my skirt and found the waistband at my hip.
I paused and looked up. Her eyebrows arched and I licked my lips. It was
like drowning. I could feel any control slipping away and an almost
alcoholic heat taking me. Lifting slightly I dragged the band down. I was
attempting to keep my head stationary so the bell remained silent. My other
hand slid under the other side. Heart was pounding. Nipples throbbing. This
girl was seeing the real me that only Mistress had seen before. The left
waistband was at my thigh and I had to lift. With both sides at my knees I
knew it was the turning point. I slipped my thighs slightly apart and pulled
the gusset from my crutch. Bending forward. Tinkling. Tits slipping into
view. Chest constricting. Dampness along my thighs. Sliding down them. Oh
God. One knee up and over my foot. Then the other. Knickers balled in my
hands. Breathing heavy. Sitting back. Face flaming.

"Put them on the table."

Again the bell tinkled as I could feel myself shaking. My hand came up from
beneath the table and I looked in the vague direction of the girl. The hand
dropped the balled knickers in the centre of the table and retreated rapidly
underneath again. I looked down at the black material unfolding slightly
wondering what to do. Mistress picked them up and held them open in the palm
of her hand. We all stared at them. The inside of them. The small amount of
material was obviously soaked with a whitish stain around the edges of the
obvious female secretions. Mistress held them out for the girl who took
them.

"Mmm. It's not everyday a customer shows me her knickers in here. They are
rather damp too." My body gently shook as she brought them to her nose.

"Are you still wet?" It took me a while to register what was said to me. I
nodded at Mistress.

"Show us. With your finger." I looked up again abruptly in shock, my eyes
and mouth wide.

Luckily I remained silently before I realised that I would have to obey. I
realised what I must do. A tear of humiliation ran down my cheek. I looked
down at the table feeling completely disgraced because of what I was being
made to do in public. "And look at your waitress as you do so." A sob
escaped me as I looked into the waitress's eyes feeling totally humiliated
as someone else saw me taking orders from my Mistress, such demeaning sexual
orders. She was smiling. Grinning rather. Slipping a hand beneath my skirt
again I parted my thighs and slide forward on the seat. My eyes caught in
the girl's as I did so. I couldn't escape. I didn't know if it was going to
be too much. I felt Mistress's eyes on me. My fingers found my bulging
smooth flesh on each side of my slit. The eyes, even ones so young, held me.
My second finger paused for a moment at my entrance and my eyes closed. I
could feel seepage that had occurred in the last few seconds.

"Open!" My eyes were snared again. My stomach pressed forward and my finger
slid into me. I pushed until I felt I could go no further. The table
obscured any view of what actually I was doing but the girl watched my
discomfort through my eyes. I remembered to breathe. The bell tinkled softly
as my tits bobbled slightly with the sudden breath. Whimpering softly, I
withdrew the finger and carefully brought it above the table, sticking up
from my hand for them to see. It gleamed in its wetness. Lights reflected
from the slippery looking skin.

"Yes. I think her cunt is rather wet, don't you agree?" The girl looked away
from me and agreed. "Now clean it slut." I paused then sucked my finger
clean. "You see?"

"Yes." The girl was flushed. I sucked my cunt juices.

Without turning to me, her eyes still looking at the girl, "Tell her what
you are."

"Your slut, Mistress. Your submissive slut. Your whore." I felt my vagina
spasm and I was almost cumming. My breathing was shallow gasping breaths, my
face hot and dry, my thighs drenched in spurted juices. Vaguely my mind
registered that a wet spot would probably show from behind on my skirt.

"Tell her to play with herself."

"Do it. We want to see what a slut looks like when she fingers herself."

Fear turned to excitement, and my body grew even more aroused. I wanted
this. My fingers slid under again. Swallowed. Trembling. Tits bouncing.
Thighs already parted. Smooth cunt. Wet. Easy. I was so easy. Into my folds.
Clit huge. Jerking as I touched it. Too sensitive. Inside my cunt. I began
furiously rubbing around my clit. I was close.

"Does it feel good, you dirty little slut?" I nodded, not trusting myself to
speak.

"Do you like doing this?"

I half grunted, half blurted out in a deep sigh, "Yessss...... Oh God
Yessss...."

I could feel my orgasm building. Looking right into their eyes. So
humiliating. My fingers on myself for them. I could smell it. Wanting. More
than anything. They were watching, a slut was performing for them. Almost
there. Sighing. Grunting. I let out a soft whisper of a moan. My body had
taken over. "Ohhhh!!!" My mouth opened.

"Stop. Stop! Don't you dare! I don't want her to cum now."

I couldn't. A hand on my arm. I froze. My body shook. Really shook as I
fought it. Fought to make it do as I was told.

"Oh." The girl was obviously disappointed. Not as much as I was! I continued
to rock and could feel Mistress's eyes on me. I pulled my fingers up from my
cunt. Onto the table. I looked down and saw a nipple was showing. The seat
was wet. I closed my eyes. Attempted to control my breathing.

"Perhaps another time."

"Yes. Yes." Was all that the girl sai, as though she was in another world.
She was aroused I saw. She offered the knickers back.

"Keep them. To help you remember."

They disappeared inside her curled up hand again. I looked at the table in a
mist of submissive need and humiliation. My smelly wet fingers were before
me. What did she mean?

When I looked up she had disappeared. Mistress was standing and we were
leaving. I stood and my thighs rubbed slickly against each other. Too scared
to look around to see if the girl was there. I could hardly stand. I felt
light headed. I wasn't sure if I was going to faint. Outside the coffee
house I had to sit for a while. Mistress was with me. Her hand holding me.
Mistress was there. Eventually we made it to the car. Her mouth took mine.
Possessed me. My hips thrusting. Her tongue deep. Initially hard and
demanding, gradually softer, our mouths playing against each other. I was in
her arms.

"I was proud of your display."

I burst into tears of happiness, pressing my face against hers. "Thank you.
Thank you."

Chapter 3

For not complying sufficiently quickly and questioning her in public I had
been punished. I had knelt inside the lounge with my mouth around the door
handle. The circular handle making my mouth stretch wide as I took it in,
then filling my mouth, my teeth around the narrow part at the far side. I
had to spread my cheeks with my hands so that my bottom and cunt were
displayed obscenely. Hanging between my breasts was my leash fastened to my
collar. I had been ignored for some time in this position. I had felt
humiliated, then penitent, then gratefully submissive as time wore on. I
opened myself obscenely and drooled saliva from my mouth. My knees, back and
jaw had ached. After, I was sent to stand against the wall to wait. Stiff
nipples touching the cool plaster, hands behind me. Again ignored. I cried
softly, but not allowing my bell to make a noise. I wanted to be good. I
wanted her to be happy with me.

Now I stood brazenly naked, except for my collar. My lease hung down between
my breasts and grazed my stomach. I loved it. I was wanted again. I would be
good. Mistress sat dressed. My nipples were standing out proudly. I had
crawled over to her across the floor. Beautifully degradingly. My bell
signalled each movement. She took my leash in her hand. Called me her
beautiful whore. She could see my need of her. There was nothing that made
my position so obvious as standing without clothes whilst others wear them.
I couldn't hide either my presence or my intimate parts. My tits thrust
forward wantonly. My cunt was as naked as I was and continually lubricating,
and could feel it. I was a slut. This woman owned my sexual being. She had
created the lust inside me that effectively meant that she owned all of me.

"I am going to spank you." Oh God!! I didn't know what to do or say. My body
trembled and my bell tinkled. She looked at me. "Not for what you did wrong.
That is passed. Over with, forgotten. This will not be a punishment. I want
to spank you. Simply that." I remembered earlier when she had smacked the
flesh of my bald cunt. She didn't order me or threaten me. Just done as she
knew she could. As she knew she was entitled to. I knew she was.

My breathing was shallow as, eventually, I stepped forward, aware of the
fullness of my labia as I did so. There is no lady-like way to present
oneself over someone's knee. I tried but of course within seconds I was very
aware of the humiliation that was bound up with complying with her desire.
Mistress lifted her skirt high on her thigh as I stood to the side and leant
forward onto her and bent my knees. The weight of my stomach gradually
placed onto her legs and I placed my hands on the floor. I felt her skin
against my stomach, felt the pile of the carpet on my hands and toes. My
knees off the ground, my tits hanging feeling heavy. The flesh of my mound
was stretched slightly as it hung over her leg. Most of all I felt the
humiliation of my position. So totally humiliating. The total and utter
acquiescence that I offered to her. I felt so open and completely
defenceless. I felt like a small girl. My bottom was being offered up to
her. I was horny. She would be able to see my bottom and the fleshiness of
my sex. I was being made to thrust them up to her. I stifled a sob. Fear and
excitement. It was hard to bear. As was the secret knowledge that I was
excited by this. That I wanted to give myself, that I wanted the
humiliation, that it aroused some deep lust in me. Yes that was hard and in
some way I was looking forward to the pain somehow making up for my
disgusting desires.

One hand in the small of my back restrained me. Her other hand slid over the
taut skin of my buttocks, almost lovingly. She had me spread my thighs and
of course I did. I could imagine how I looked to her, my needy cunt ripe and
available, my bottom hole squeezed tight as it was watched. Another silent
sob shuddered through me. Mistress was speaking though I was unaware of her
words simply the placating tones. There was a noise in my ears as blood
pumped. I felt aware of so much, the texture of the carpet, the pressure
against my skin, the blood in my ears, a draught between my spread thighs,
the pulsing of my sex, the ache in my stomach. The rest of life didn't
exist. My focus had been narrowed. The hand caressed lovingly, over and
over. Time stopped as she touched me.

Suddenly, almost without the gap between caress and smack I felt her spank
me. Three times in rapid succession on one cheek. Surprised. Hurt. Stinging.
Not too much I realised. Actually it left me looking forward to the next.
Curious. Her hand on me again, caressing over the skin. Again. The other
cheek. Another three. Very slowly building. She built it so slowly. Each set
a little harder, my cheeks a little hotter. My body beginning to jerk in
response. Every now and again her hand caressing over my skin again. Thighs
and buttocks. Near my sex but not on it. Feet off the floor. Wanting to
rise, not able to. Mouth open. Hands on my thighs spreading them, either
wider or apart again, I wasn't sure. Again and again it happened. My eyes
watered. My nose and mouth ran. I cried out. My bottom was spanked over and
over. Noises came from me. It was so hot. It was submission. The giving up,
the lovely heat taking me over.

The hand spanked and caressed. I couldn't tell which was which. Pushed up
for both. My entire hip region was so hot, heated, pulsing. I didn't know
when it had happened but it heated my cunt too. So hot and horny. Ripples of
pleasure ran through me. My cunt dribbling juices. Mistress held me tight
and I felt safe in her control. Safe and loved and so horny.

"You liked that little sub slut, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress." I finally breathed out the words. I felt in a strange safe
submissive space. Nothing else existed. Just my submission.

Her hand caressed over my burning buttocks for long minutes and finally slid
between my thighs. I was soaking and her fingers found my secret. I sobbed
once more in shame but I jerked wanting her fingers to fuck.

She held hold two fingers steady inside me and had me try and clench and
relax my muscles. It was not easy in my position. My muscles grew tired but
I had to continue. Then I had to show her my encouragement as she, very
slowly, moved her fingers in and out of me. I begged. I grunted. I pleaded.
My body jerked, pushed, leaked. I was being held on the edge of orgasm. I
begging like a little girl but I was having trouble forming any rational
thoughts with my cunt throbbing, my hard nipples screaming to be caressed. I
had to climax, and nothing else mattered. I needed this, and after my
spanking nothing else mattered. I was so humiliated obeying my body's lusty
needs, instead of thinking like a proper woman, wife. I was such a slut, and
to my horror it always felt so great. I loved it.

Next, a finger deep at my other hole. My bottom. My arse. Initially rubbing
around and around my anal bud until it gradually relaxed and then inserting
more and more each time my body accepted it. My ring so tight. Slowly it
entered then retreated only to enter again. I felt like a stuck pig. Her
finger inside, the throbbing need in my cunt, my heated buttocks. I sobbed
in frustration. I knew that I would do anything to cum. I would cum
immediately if she wished it.

Something cool rubbed around my stretched pink anal ring. Sticky, slippery.
A cool hardness pushed. Clenching tight. Pushed again. Again. Again. It was
in me. The butt plug. Filling me. Deep. My arse stretched open. Kept open. I
felt the flange. I felt the wonderful humiliation so sexually. Her fingers
lightly stroked my clit as she spoke. "Cum for your Mistress." I exploded.

It seemed to go forever. I had two of my most earth shattering climaxes
within the same day. It lasted inside my throbbing body for such a long
time. I had screamed and thrashed and squirted female juices as she held me.
I was such a dirty slut. Hers. I slid off her and licked her right leg clean
of my liquids. So much wetness. I loved licking her skin.

As I licked I could feel that thing in my bottom all the time, the butt
plug. It was impossible to forget. Impossible to forget what I was now. She
had said that she would not be happy if I allowed it to slip out, that I
must retain it. I couldn't imagine it would ever come out. She told me it
was only the smallest, yet it felt huge. I would have to take the others
when I got used to this one, if I forgot it was there. I couldn't imagine
ever being able to forget. It was constant, that awareness, feeling
stretched, open, knowing she could see the strong red plastic advertising
its presence in me. I felt so subservient after the spanking and with this
inside me.

My leash was tugged. I was told to crawl. Like a bitch. Her bitch. I noticed
that she too appeared flushed. My thighs rubbed slickly against each other
as I was led like a bitch dog up the stairs and into her bedroom. The room
seemed hot. My blood seemed to pump so loudly. I was made to get onto the
bed and kneel. Mistress let go of me telling me to stay with my hips thrust
high for her.

I could hear Mistress behind me. I wanted to be her slut. That was all that
mattered. I was in a haze of sexual fulfilment still. A drawer opened.
Mistress beside me. Her skirt removed. Cuffs again. She fastened them on my
wrists and ankles as I knelt obediently still. Again she moved away and I
could hear her undressing her remaining clothes. I wanted to look but she
was directly behind and I felt as if somehow I shouldn't. With me again.
Moved further onto the bed. My knees spread wide. My cunt and plug on view.
My lips feeling thick and bloated. The plug feeling so big and unnatural.

Mistress had a black cock! I saw it out of the corner of my eye! Mistress
with a cock. A black one! My mind wasn't working properly. I felt my arms
being moved. Still trying to digest it all I complied. Mistress had a
strap-on sticking from her. A black thong disappeared between her buttocks,
filled the front with this amazing realistic cock sticking out. I stared at
it as my wrists were taken and pulled down between my legs. They were
fastened to the insides of my ankles. My face was pressed against the bed in
the position I was in. I felt her lift my hips higher, more prominently
offered. I felt debased. I couldn't move much at all. The cock bobbled in
front of me and was gone. The bed moved slightly as she climbed on. I felt
it then. It was between my lips! Just resting there. I wasn't moving or
breathing. I expected it to be cool but it wasn't. Mistress's hands caressed
my hot buttocks. Where I had been spanked. Like a naughty girl. Cool against
the heat. But I wasn't a girl now. I was a bitch. On heat. Mistress was
going to fuck me. I needed her to fuck me. I wanted it. Wanted to feel her
use of me.

"I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you like the bitch in heat that
you are." She knew. She knew.

"Yes. Oh god yes! Please. Please."

"This time you may come freely slut."

I must have pushed back on it. Mistress laughed softly and I felt the cock
filling me. Stretching me. I could feel the plug and the cock. So stretched
behind. Oh god. Mistress hadn't moved. It was me. Moving the only way I
could move. Rocking onto it further. Mistress held me by my hair.

Mistress than shoved the cock into me, filling me completely. Strangely it
didn't feel like a real cock. It was obviously a dildo. It was obvious that
I was accepting and rejoicing in having my cunt used by anything that was
like a cock in the slightest. It was so obvious I was submissive. I heard a
little tinkling as my neck moved. The thing in my behind felt huge. It was
separated from Mistress only by a thin membrane. I was being opened twice at
the same time. I found myself blubbering, murmuring incoherently, pressing
to be filled. My mind flashed back to the time I had whored for her with
Andrew, being fucked on all fours but this was more far intense, more
debasing, more fulfilling. The first few thrusts were firm, my cunt
accepting. My anal ring was squeezing rhythmically. My tits squashed into
the bed. Gradually my taking became less gentle or loving, not like making
love to my husband, I was being fucked. My body used. Pounding now. Taking.
Mistress was slapping my bottom with her hand. I cried out. Whimpers. Crying
out. Mistress slammed the cock in and out. My two holes felt enormous and
open. I was on a different planet. I was being fucked by Mistress. Used.
Fucked. Her toy. Her fuck toy. Hers. Within minutes I was screaming out in
orgasm. It went on and on. Her hands holding my buttocks for greater access.
Not letting up, it was a hard fuck. It was what I needed. I responded truly
like a bitch in heat. Somewhere in the red mist that was all around me I
heard the soft grunts of Mistress coming. It was enough to make me buck in
orgasm yet again. Mistress leant over my back. "You are a good slut".

After we had knelt there, joined and content and recovering, Mistress pulled
out of me to my moans of complaint, not wanting to be empty again. I could
hardly keep awake my body and mind was exhausted, but Mistress removed the
strap on. Still bound after being used she had me clean it with her mouth.
Licking our juices. I didn't realise before this that there had been a dildo
on the inside, in Mistress too, as she fucked me. She gentled me, petted my
hair in the way a person would pet a favoured animal as my mouth worked, as
she fed it to me. I had completely submitted to this woman, leaving no part
of my soul unexposed. I belonged. She owned.

I must have slept for a few moments in my bonds, still kneeling, still caked
in my juices, still presenting myself. I felt her lips on me, on my back and
buttocks. I felt hands rubbing soothing lotion to my buttocks, to my cunt
and mound. I wanted time to stop. I was unfastened though my cuffs were kept
on around me and I was allowed to stretch out on the bed. Fingers wormed at
my plug and pulled. It was so humiliating. I felt myself opened wider again
as it came out and then remain fully open to the air. I was sent to clean it
in the bathroom. My legs felt weak as I moved. I needed to keep them open. I
washed it in the sink carefully. On returning Mistress had covered her
beautiful body in her robe. With only a gesture I lay down again. Mistress
lay with me. My body was exhausted but I did not feel drowsy any more. If I
had been masturbating the amount that Mistress had used me I would feel raw
but I didn't. I felt a dull ache and a tenderness inside but I still
couldn't believe the difference.

"You like my cock don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

I felt ridiculously shy as she looked at me. Her eyes held my eyes and then
I watched as they roamed my body. Suddenly I became aware that I had parted
my legs. Oh god. Without being told. Just tin case she wanted to have the
sight of me. Wide for her. She leant forward, and kissed me hard on my
mouth, and pushed her tongue into my waiting opening. I couldn't believe the
way my body behaved any more. I felt another spasm inside me. It wouldn't
stop. I needed to let my body relax but Mistress had me in her power. I was
returning her kiss with passion, and our passionately French kiss lasted for
long minutes. My mouth remained open after she pulled up from me and her
hand, almost absently caressed my breast. I almost closed my eyes but I
didn't want to lose sight of her.

We ate. Preparing dinner together. Me totally naked still, Mistress in her
underwear and robe. There was no need for words. We ate as music played and
our bodies still throbbed contentedly.

After I was made to fetch my bowl and pee into it as Mistress watched.
Squatted and peed. Keeping my thighs nice and wide so Mistress could see.
Standing and moving to her, bending my knees and spreading to be wiped.
Stomach tensing and un-tensing. I emptied my bowl and we moved into the
lounge. Mistress gave me a cushion and a hard backed A4 notebook. I was made
to kneel before the coffee table in the lounge on a cushion. There was a
surprise as I clenched my buttocks. No plug opening me. That constant
reminder that freedom was blocked for me, that I was opened all the time for
and by another. It was something that had been with me regardless of what I
was doing. I could squeeze together now I noticed, initially the muscles had
refused to go back immediately.

The A4 black book was before me together with a pen. I was to write a type
of journal. Not exactly a diary as far as I could gather, rather like
thoughts on directed topics. First I had to write an acceptance and a
description of my position as her sub. Mistress lay on the sofa and read a
book. I was left to my task.

Writing and thinking made me reflect deeper and begin to realise more. In
many ways I had changed more than I had thought it would. I was beginning to
be obedient. I felt considerable pleasure when Mistress was pleased with me.
I had accepted more control over my actions than I would have considered
possible before. Not only that but I could not hide the knowledge that
giving up of control and making myself sexually available to her was
something my body craved. Simple things like giving up control over what I
wore or didn't wear. I liked my body on display for her, for her to use, for
her to enjoy. Even more complex things like allowing Mistress to control
when I could or couldn't orgasm excited me tremendously. I had never under
any circumstances expected to be able to put up with being spanked yet I had
been aroused by the slow build up of the pain and the differences between
pain and pleasure had completely blurred. In some ways that frightened me. I
would gladly drape myself over her thighs again now! In fact it made me hot,
just thinking of it. I stole a glance at her and was caught. Blushing I
concentrated again.

I had fucked Andrew for her, on her command, just because she wanted me to,
at the time and exactly in the manner she had determined. I had whored. For
her. Would she expect me to do it again? With other people? After all I had
also demonstrated to someone outside our relationship, the girl in the
coffee bar, what I was at Mistress's direction. I hadn't refused even though
Mistress hadn't intimated that something like that may happen. Although
humiliated I knew that I was intensely aroused by the episode. I had even
flashed to a man in the sex shop. God I was really a slut. There was no
denying that now. What would the people who had seen evidence of my
disgusting behaviour think of me? I knew. What else but what I was. I
wondered if she would make me do other things. What would she expect? Would
she expect me to show them my body? Naked? Show them more? Fingering like I
did for the girl openly? Other things? Oh god.

Suddenly I felt Mistress's fingers on my sex. On my wet lips. Laughing
lightly she took the book and closed it. She sent me upstairs to run a bath
and she gave me instructions as to which bath oils to put in too. Standing,
my knees were stiff and I needed to flex them. My little bell tinkled. As I
reached the door, "You wont touch yourself will you my little slut? I will
be most unhappy if you touch without permission." I ran her bath, kneeling
beside the large modern bath, knowing my smouldering arousal but needing to
control myself.

Mistress came in, her robe now her only clothing until it was hung on the
wall. She stepped into the bath and I felt so proud of my Mistress's body.
Still kneeling I was surprised as she quickly washed herself intimately and
then over the rest of her body. I was even more surprised when she quickly
stepped out and told me to dry her. I loved doing that, feeling her body
under the soft towel. Still naked she ordered me into the bath. I complied
and stood in the hot perfumed water. Mistress wrapped her robe around
herself, left, coming back with the black book. I felt her fingers at my
throat and the collar was removed. She told me lay back in the water and
relax. It felt divine. The water and oils played over my skin and into my
muscles. Mistress had sat behind me on the covered toilet and was reading.

I became aware of Mistress at my side. She had slipped out of the top of her
robe, allowing it to hang from the tie belt. Her breasts were beautiful. Her
nipples dark. She knelt and my eyes widened as I felt her washing me.

"Mistress?"

"Be quiet. I know what you are thinking. I will do what pleases me."

Her hands slid over me, cleaning. Inside too. But they made me feel drowsy
in their caring and attention. I sat, knelt, turned as directed. I felt
loved. She dried my hair and body, my throat lifted as she fastened her
collar around my neck again. Her bitch. My cunt and nipples were coated in
creams. I felt them soothing. She cared so much.

Before being allowed into her bed however I was made to kneel and take the
door knob in my mouth again. My wrists were fastened behind me.

"Did I give you permission to display your body to the man in the shop?" My
eyes widened and I remembered my notes. I attempted to shake my head and
grunted a negative around the ball filling my mouth. Saliva drooled from my
mouth. "The only time my possession is displayed is with my permission. You
will display that sluttish body only when and to whom I wish. Understand?"
Nodding and murmuring. I was left and I cried.

Later, in the dark, under the sheet of her bed, I lay in her arms naked. Her
mouth by my ear, whispering.

"Yes, don't worry my dirty little slut, I want to show you off. I will
expect you to display your hungry body and your slutty habits when I tell
you." My mouth was dry. I could hardly breathe. "In front of anyone I want.
With anyone I want. You'll do everything wont you?" My head nodding in the
dark against her face. "I want to feel proud to be able to display you as my
very obedient, dirty, submissive whore. Do you want to make me feel proud,
my sub?"

I coughed as I tried to speak. Swallowing I managed. "Yes. Oh god yes. I
want to make you proud of me. I'll be good, do anything Mistress." Her mouth
covered mine, possessed me.

Chapter 4

In the morning Mistress took the leash that hung from my collar again,
pulling me with her to the back door. On with my shoes. Out of the back
door. Outside. Could others see my nakedness? The air was cooler than inside
though already warming in the sun. My nipples reacted suddenly to the
change. My skin prickled with goose bumps. Outside! I looked around
desperately. Trees stopped prying eyes all around. I relaxed a fraction. It
was mainly lawn outside here, with flower beds in the distance and a patio.
To the side there was a double child's swing set in concrete, though without
the chain or seat on one of them. Opposite the swing was an outbuilding of
some kind. A tree which grew half way down the lawn, near the centre,
vaguely separated the garden into an area near the house and that beyond. I
was pulled to the side of the garden under a tree. I stood just on the grass
next to well raked soil next to Mistress feeling very vulnerable in the open
air totally naked. I was beginning to cool.


"This is the area of your outside toilet. You will do it here and face that
kitchen window with your legs parted presenting me with a view of you should
I wish to watch. I can see you from the window. If you do more than pee you
are to ask for the trowel and dig a hole and bury it. Is there anything you
do not understand, slut?"

"No Mistress." I stood shocked and embarrassed. Shaking. My bell tinkled
occasionally and I could feel my tits vibrating. "May I use the trowel
Mistress?" I could feel my face ablaze.

"Yes. It's by the back door. Fetch it and come back." I did aware of her
watching my body, both going and coming back.

Remembering to spread my legs wide I squatted by the edge of the grass over
the earth after scooping a shallow hole. I squatted and felt so utterly
foolish and so utterly vulnerable. Mistress watched me all the time. Looked
at my open legs, at my cunt, at my tits. Eventually, after I was able to
perform my tasks, and humiliatingly bent over for Mistress to wipe me, we
went inside again. I felt so submissive then.

Mistress, now dressed in a black bustier and black thong but nothing else,
looking ravishing, sat on the sofa and read the papers. I had to lay with my
head and chest near her, my legs over the arm. As she read she absently
fondled me. Her fingers would caress or squeeze my tits and sometimes they
would slide into my mouth. It was low key but it was arousing me. Anything
she did seemed to. I had seemingly forgotten almost everything else. Desire
filled me all the time I was awake.

Suddenly I heard her quiet voice. "I want to flog you. Will you allow me
to?" I stared up at her mesmerized, uncomprehending. I slowly took it in.
"Will you?"

"Yes. I think so. Yes." Mouth dry.

"You must ask me. I want you to want my pleasure. This isn't for
punishment."

We stared at each other for long moments in silence. "Yes Mistress. Please
flog me." I didn't know what it was but I would do it.

We went to the bedroom. She took it from a drawer, the flogger. Gave it to
me to touch. It was leather, with tails of about a foot and a half long. It
smelt strongly of leather and the tails seemed to be about half and inch or
so wide. The handle had braided leather covering it. It scared me. It felt
quite warm in my hand. She took it back from me, rubbed the handle lightly
against my naked mound, between my legs. My body succumbed to the slightest
contact disgracefully.

"I don't want to tie you. I want you freely accepting. Can you do it?"

I looked at her numbly and nodded, hoping. She looked at me and moved away,
leaving me standing alone. She came back with a glass of cold water. I
drank, my throat like a desert. She made me lay face down on the bed. My
heart was racing. When I was spanked she was there still touching me. I was
over her thighs. This time I was more alone.

It began slowly, lightly over my buttocks as I lay there on the bed for her.
I was desperate to hold my arms high up to the top of the bed as instructed
and my legs only slightly apart and straight. She ran the tails over my skin
making me feel quite loved then I saw her hold the tips in her free hand
before they fell over my bottom. It stung but was not too bad. Again. Again.
I felt myself heat up. Again the tips caressed me, then again the feel of
the flogging. She took the flogger in her hand with each stroke, pulling the
strands together, then letting them arc onto my flesh with a flick of her
wrist. The tips moved up and down my back and thighs. I was hurting a bit
now but it wasn't something I was concerned about, quite the opposite. It
went on and on, building. Her fingers touched my sex, took me. Roused my
cunt. Flogged me. Fingered, flogged, fingered, flogged.

What was happening to me? I gradually was relaxing to it, wanting it,
pushing up to it. My body felt as though I was flying. I trusted my
Mistress. She knew what I needed, what I would cope with. My skin felt as if
it was scorched and glowing. It went on and on. Mistress varied it, breaking
off and caressing or scratching me at times, varying the bite of the tails
on me. She would finger me, finger my clit and sink into my moist throbbing
cavern. Then restart. I was so aroused. I was losing myself in it.

Mistress was saying something. I couldn't tell what it was. She turned me
over. The sheets cool on my hot skin. Oh God. Hands high, legs apart again
without being told. My right hand was taken and placed under my thigh and to
my sopping cunt, rubbed there. I began fingering myself obediently. The
flogger came down on my tits. I arched and cried out. Again and again.
Fingering and flogged. I was losing myself. I knew I was arching and
thrusting up. I could feel my pelvic thrusts as if being fucked. I saw
Mistress touching herself too. My flogging was arousing her. I wanted it for
her. Wanted so much.

My tits were stinging, hot, felt so big, so tight. When I looked I was
shocked to see them such a bright pink. Oh god. I was near, sliding toward
an orgasm. Fingers slapped away. Thighs further pushed apart. Still
thrusting lewdly. Sudden shock as the flogger landed between my legs. I
screamed, closed my legs. They were forced apart. I was still sliding nearer
and nearer to cumming! Again and again. I was squeezing my burning tits.
Everything seemed red under my eyelids. The sensations were so intense. My
clit was huge and stinging. From somewhere I heard her telling me to cum, I
couldn't stop myself. I broke, began to spasm, my orgasm radiating out of my
pussy filling my body and mind. Mistress kept up the flogging; not letting
me let up. I lost all track of time and space, awash in my feelings. I was
grunting. Grunting and moaning and sobbing. I was bucking uncontrollably on
the bed until I felt arms holding me. I came again and again in her arms
just lying there safe.

At some point she moved, and rubbed my tortured skin with cream. She
fastened my wrists together behind me and I was strangely comforted by that.
Even when she refitted the plug in my anus I felt as though it was as it
should be.

She lay again, naked, my mouth suckling her beautiful breast. I was so safe.
Later, my wrists still fastened behind me and unable to move freely I
rearranged my aching body and stretched my heated skin and slowly pleasured
Mistress with my mouth. I loved it. The taste of her, the feel of her
slippery flesh, the knowledge that I was pleasing her as she trembled and
sighed due to my ministrations. My Mistress, my owner. I was safe. I slept
between her thighs.


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