The Analyst and Mrs White

Part 2 Stephanie's story

I had been horny as usual all day. I vaguely remembered times in the past when sex wasn't such a large part of my existence. Each day now I would be hot and wet thinking about the previous Saturday or the times I had had to fuck Andrew, my husband. I still found it difficult to believe that I was such a slut in my behaviour with Stephen or Sir as I mostly thought of him. When I fucked Andrew for him I still thought of the time that he had watched me in his office. Having two cocks in me was amazing; that image and the image of Sir watching me do his bidding was such a continual turn on. I realised that Sir was hypnotising me of course, that he was behind everything that I was becoming but that in itself was so arousing. It was so good being such a naughty slut, so fulfilling. I was determined that I should continue to be good for him. I couldn't bear to think of him deciding that he had had enough of me. What would become of me then?

On Tuesday I realised that I must do something. The vague realisation that Sir had commanded me under hypnosis was there but I couldn't focus on exactly what it was. I knew I was to go out in the evening but not where. Andrew would be late home so I left him a note saying I was going out, giving an excuse that would satisfy him. I guessed that I would be meeting Sir so I had bought some new matching underwear. A front fastening black bra and very brief thong. I blushed as I dressed. The clothes that I picked out weren't the classiest that I possessed but I wanted to make sure that he had as easy access to my body as I could offer him. I covered my underwear in a thin woollen cardigan and a skirt with buttons down the front.

I drove into town and parked in the multi-storey car park on the second floor. I sat there for a few moments not understanding why I was there but aware that Sir had probably had me come here to meet him though it was something new to meet him outside his office. My lack of real understanding of what I was doing and why didn't worry me for some strange reason.

Suddenly Sir's car pulled into the space next to mine. Immediately I saw him I felt myself flush and become excited that he wanted to see me and possibly more. I locked my car and climbed in beside him. He smiled at me and I leant over and kissed him, the warmth of his lips sending shudders running down my spine.

"Hello Sir. I thought the reason for me being here was you." I grinned at him.

He grinned back. "Yes Stephanie I thought you would guess. Turn and face me I want to hypnotise you again." My insides turned to jelly at his words.

Suddenly I was aware of him driving the car out of the car park. I remembered that I was to be hypnotised but had no memory of what he had said. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn't. It was like that. I accepted it. We drove out of town. Before long we were on the motorway and at stopped at the entrance to a car park next door to a service station. It wasn't part of the service station car park but a separate one. He told me to get out and sit in the back. It felt strange being in the back as he drove fully into the car park. We passed a few cars near the entrance and then we pulled into the car park proper. Inside there were about four cars all widely spaced and each had people standing around outside them. We parked a distance from all of them and Sir got out and sat in the back with me. So this was what he wanted. My body had hoped for something like this, I was so ready, I wanted him so much, his hands, his cock. Oh God yes!

After shutting the door he took me in his arms. I felt his lips run over my ears and held him tight before relaxing into his body and kissing him full on the lips. I felt my body heating up as my lips parted and he took my mouth with his tongue. I was swooning, I loved him kissing me, his kisses were so different to Andrew's. He pulled away from and looked at me. Suddenly I noticed a movement behind him out of the window! There were a couple of men outside looking in. I cried out and held Sir tight.

"There ... there are men outside!"

"Yes I guess so. Look there are two behind you as well."

I turned to see two more leering in behind me too. I felt myself shaking with anxiety. Would they be dangerous? "We'll have to go somewhere else."

"No this will be fine." He pulled my mouth to his and we kissed again. Suddenly I felt his hand on the outside of my cardigan at my breast. I went to take it away but my hand simply covered his and instead of removing it I held and squeezed it on me. It felt wicked allowing him to do this whilst being watched. He continued to kiss me and my insides were melting. He put the hand covering his around his neck then I began to realise that he was undoing my buttons. I squirmed under him as this was going on and then I felt the coolness of his hand on the upper slopes of my breast. It felt so good, but there were people!

Gradually his kisses and gentle fondling had their effect, I couldn't fully concentrate and the importance of the men watching lessened in importance. His hand left my breast and slowly moved my cardigan over my shoulders. My apprehension returned as I knew my bra was now showing clearly in the half light inside the car, but he continued and the wickedness returned to fuel my rising arousal. He slid the cardigan down even further trapping my arms behind me causing my breasts to thrust forward. I felt bound, felt unable to resist.

"I think they will be excited by the sight of your breasts Stephanie."

"Oh God. Please." My nipples hardened more, aching now. I remembered being given to a man by Sir. Having to undress for him. This was the same though worse. They were just watching.

The straps were eased down over my shoulders and then his fingers found and opened the front clasp. I felt the material slide off them as I looked up into his eyes. My nipples were puckering more in the coolness of the inside of the car and I could imagine the sight to those outside. His fingers took them and it didn't matter as much, his hands kneading my sensitive breasts. The skin felt taut as though the breasts were enlarged inside it. My arousal was soaring and he pinched my nipples as he kissed me. My breasts were bare and displayed. I was being fondled in front of people. I wasn't trying to escape. I was in fact eager! How much of it was me? How much ordained in hypnosis? Sometimes I could tell that my actions had been imprinted, doing things that I would obviously not and feeling it, but at others, even when doing things I would never have done it still felt right somehow. I stole a glimpse at the faces outside. The men looked hungry. I shuddered and then I wanted them to feast on me, on my body. I thought of their cocks, hard cocks. I thought of them hard because of me, of my tits. My back arched, pushing them out, more obvious for them. I felt my vagina fill.

Within my fluttering consciousness I became aware that his hand had moved from my breasts and I felt it on my thigh. It slid up the inside, rucking up my skirt with it until I knew the full length of my thighs were on view. For a moment fear gripped me again. I leant my side into Sir, though still not hiding my flesh. His fingers touched me through my panties and I jerked uncontrollably as they began teasing my covered cunt hidden under my skirt still. My breasts were on display and it was obvious to all these dirty men that I was being fingered over my panties. I was gasping into Sir's mouth as we kissed again. I was told to free my arms. I did so and then he had me unfasten my skirt. It was physically difficult but it wasn't something I could not do. I knew that even if I refused he could hypnotise me and make me. He could make me do anything he wanted! But that wasn't the biggest reason; I wanted these hungry men to see me. I undid the buttons as I felt his fingers move under my panties now and touch the flesh without any obstruction my eyes closed and I sighed. I was so hot, so hot. He had my panties around my knees and I was naked now my bra had come off fully. I was naked for him to use and the men to see. My face was burning but my cunt was so needy. I had to let him, I couldn't bare for him to stop just now. I stole another glance at the men leering in through the window and I thought I was going to cum right then. Their eyes didn't meet mine but were focused on my tits and cunt. That's what they wanted, that's what I wanted them to see. My cunt was so wet! I looked down and saw my thighs spread without my knickers confining them. I had no idea of them coming off nor of my opening wide for his fingers. Fingers were sliding so obviously inside me. I was throbbing and throbbing with need with each movement. His fingers glistened in the dim light, everyone staring at them. I couldn't believe the performance I was giving. I was so proud that Sir thought my body exciting enough to share with these strangers. Naked, laying back, thrusting up onto those wonderfully arousing fingers. Then I groaned as his hand left me.

"Open my trousers, take me out. Suck me. Show them what you can do." There was a ringing in my ears as I fumbled with his fastenings. I felt him lift and pull then down further. He was so hard and hot. His cock was superb, so beautiful, so demanding of me, my prime user. I leant over kissing it, but he made me kneel on the seat. It was so awful, so humiliating, so exhilarating, as my mouth enveloped his manhood my bottom was raised high for the men outside. They would see the bulge of my lips so near to them. I knew I was really wet, they would see my juices glistening. His cock was wonderful inside my mouth as I sucked it deep feeling it possessing me. His hand snaked below me, pushing one thigh off the seat. My mouth bobbing up and down on his meat as it filled me. One foot was on the floor now, I was spread, open, exhibited to those strangers with such hard cocks outside. My concentration was gone, my thoughts rebounding from one sexual thing to the next relentlessly. My body out of my own control.

"I think they like seeing you. Seeing that dripping cunt and eager mouth. Don't you?" Again I bobbed my head on him as I tried to mouth the words around his thick cock. "Touch yourself. Make yourself cum."

Thankfully my head was hidden as I did as I was ordered but I never considered not doing it. My pubic area was wet, my fingers slid over me and then into me. I used the wetness, lubricated my clit, fingers stiff as I rubbed myself frantically. All the time thinking of the men inches away, watching this lewdness. I came. My body convulsed, my mouth had to slip off him, juices soaked me. What had I done?

In a stupor I felt him moving me, awkward in the back of the car. I was over him, straddling his legs, opened. My fingers found him, found that wonderful cock and I slid down its length, tears dripped down my cheeks as I groaned in delight. I had to hold the seat behind me making sure that I was exhibiting myself. My tits thrusts forward, my legs splayed showing his cock entering and sliding out as I moved desperately up and down that hard flesh, so glad it was inside my body, going so deep within me, possessing me. He allowed me to cum when I wanted. I became mad in my desires. I came over and over. His hands touched me, fondled, and squeezed my tits as I bounced up and down on him. Once his fingers slid between us and touched my clit sending me spinning again. Oh God the men! It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except being fucked. I wanted them to see me used by Sir. The car was full of noise now, grunts and cries and whimpers, mine. Jerking on him, thrusting out, displaying, wanting, wanting. Within my own noise I heard the deep groan from him that signalled his own orgasm. It triggered one final tearing orgasm in me. I slumped against him, feeling wetness leak from me, hearing my blood pumping, feeling his hard body hot through his shirt. My body pulsed with sensation as I half lay not wanting to move.

Finally I was lifted from him, not wanting it. Then I took his cock again into my mouth, sucking our juices, tasting the earthiness of his semen and the tanginess of my own spendings. So tired but satisfied to hold him and clean him. Pulled of I sat spread, passively allowing his fingers to take his semen on his fingers to my mouth, hungry for his seed still. Finally I cleaned myself with tissues as he watched. Only one man remained outside now behind slightly misted windows. Sir was dressed again by the time I had finished. I was also allowed to dress and sometime during the next few minutes the remaining man disappeared into the night.

We drove away. Both of us silent but content inside the car as twilight set in. Nearing our town Sir stopped the car in a small secluded side road. I looked at him and I knew he wanted me again. I felt myself shudder with excitement and my chest tighten. He opened his door and came round my side and took me out. Without words being spoken he turned me and bent me at the waist, with my hands on the car and my legs spread. My skirt was lifted. He wanted more. He wanted my body again. Outside. Here by the road. My panties were pulled down to my knees and I could feel further leakings from my cunt. My breathing was deep as I waited, my breasts hanging beneath me. Suddenly he thrust into me. It was easy, I was easy. Then he surprised me and came out after only a couple of thrusts. I felt his hands part my buttocks, opening me further. I felt his cock against my anus! Oh God! No! He pushed and it slid off. Please God no! Again he tried to enter me there but I was too tense for him. After a few tries he had me stand and face him again. I had a feeling he had put me under. I felt relaxed. I was aroused. I wanted him to fully use me. Make use of me in every way. He had used my cunt and mouth. My bottom was virgin, no one else had used me there, I wanted to feel that he had possession of me everywhere. I wanted to know that I was fully his. It was wicked but it didn't matter. I needed to feel that I was totally his.

I was turned and resumed my previous position, kicking my panties away. He sank deep into my sopping cunt and then his palms spread me. Oh God yes. I knew myself relaxing as I felt the heat of his cock rub against me, against my virgin opening. I was still a little tight but my muscles had stopped contracting. His smooth knob pushed slowly but firmly and I pushed back onto myself onto him. My head arched up and my mouth opened as I held my breath forcing his member into me. His knob pushed through and we both stopped a moment. My breath came out in a deep animal sigh. I could feel him pushing deeper, stretching my anal ring around the thickness of his slippery cock, deeper and deeper. It hurt, it was uncomfortable but I adjusted to him, feeling my body now totally stuffed by him. It was as though he had his arm inside me, I felt totally servile as I accepted what felt like a huge invasion of him inside me. I felt myself shaking as he began to move in and out, the pain and discomfort changing to something far more earthy, debauched and stirring. Oh God I wanted him to take me. His hand cupped my sex, rubbed me as he rode me. I felt him rub his cock through my inner thin membranes. His finger ground over my clit as he powered in and out slowly, the ring of my opening running up and down his length. I was being buggered. I was just a collection of orifices. I wanted this. The stinging in my anus changed from burning to a more acceptable throbbing. Suddenly arousal hit me as I thought of what was being done to me. My bra was too tight as I leant over and gasped for air. My hips were controlled by the rhythm of his cock. Orgasm was rushing at me like a runaway bus. He came in me, I could feel it differently to when he came in my cunt. A hand managed to cover my mouth as I screamed and shook beneath him.

After that evening I couldn't believe what I had done but the thoughts always left me longing for more. For days I could feel the stinging in my bottom. Each time the feelings of being possessed fully swept over me. Now I had given myself fully, in every way in every hole, privately and publicly. There was nothing I had not given him. He had my mouth, my cunt, my mind and now my bottom. He had shown others that he possessed me. I was owned.

I began to notice men furtively looking at me far more. It embarrassed me and I couldn't keep from looking down instead of keeping the proud façade that I normally could hold. Nor did I do anything to stop them; rather I allowed their looks of appraisal without hiding myself or turning away. In the house I wore less and less even when I knew I wasn't allowed release, when out I kept buttons loose that I wouldn't have done, even occasionally not wearing a bra. I loved the caresses of men's looks and my nipples and juices would respond every time. At home I wanted to be naked, to be aware of my sexuality on display.

At the weekend it was raining and I drove to our Saturday meeting with no clothing whatsoever under my Mac other than a suspender belt and stockings! He laughed and called me a perfect slut. I felt so proud. Master used all my openings again and I was left exhausted, sore and fulfilled.

The following week I found myself shopping for a new black dress, new underwear and hold up stockings. The dress was silk, simple and classy but when I stood looking at myself in only my stockings and underwear I knew that Sir would be happy with the sight of me. I looked like some sexy classy whore. In the afternoon I bathed and shaved my cunt lips. Later I put up my hair. I spent a long time ensuring that I looked perfect. I put on my new clothes, checked myself out, worrying about small imperfections. Andrew hadn't arrived back as he was working late so I left a note for him again telling him that I would be late and not wait up. Andrew had become much more passive and accepting as I had begun to carry out Sir's commands and dictate the sexual activities to him. It was almost as if he wanted to renounce any control he once had over me.

I met Sir in the car park again. When I got into the passenger seat he told me that he was going to hypnotise me again which sent shivers of excitement down my spine again. . After I was unsure whether he had or not but I certainly felt aroused and relaxed. We drove in his car but I was uncertain where we actually were even though it was only a few minutes from the car park. I hadn't really been able to concentrate. We parked on the road by a house and he led me up to the door.

I had no idea why we were there or where we were. Nor when the door was opened by a middle aged man could I recognise him either. Sir took my arm and we followed the man into a large lounge. As I looked around I saw two sofas and two armchairs facing an empty fireplace. There were four men present other than Sir. One was perhaps younger than him, the rest older. Strangers. All wore suits most had drinks. I was led over to the fireplace and stood facing the men as Sir moved and sat on the arm of a sofa. They all looked at me, assessing. I knew they were assessing me sexually. I wanted to close my eyes and hide but found that I couldn't. I could blink normally but I had to see them, allow them access into me through my eyes.

One of the men spoke. A deep voice, a voice of command.

"Why are you here child?"

"My Master is offering me to you. To satisfy your needs by your use of me." It was like a trigger. The words simply came out without conscious thought yet I knew the profound truth in them. I felt myself trembling and my eyes searched for Sir. He nodded comfortingly and my trembling ceased and I was very aware of the deep throbbing of my sex. My mouth was dry and my breathing coming fast.

"You are content to be offered such?"

"Yes. I am." Suddenly I felt relaxed. I felt like a queen. My sexuality reigned supreme. I was my body, my needs, a sexual object. Nothing else about me mattered. Sir and these men would allow me to be what I desired. They would know how to treat me, what I needed. They would satisfy me.

The man who had spoken gestured to another and this man rose and stood behind me. I found Sir's eyes again. Feeling so humiliated that they all knew me for what I was, I was caught on his eyes. As I licked my dry lips I felt a hand at my back, the zipper being undone down my spine. I knew I couldn't move. Only to assist, only when commanded. I felt the material of the dress slide a little against me, the cooler air on my back. The dress was slipped from my shoulders and fell down me in a slow motion descent until it fell from my thighs around my feet. I knew what they could see, the image of checking myself in the mirror strong. My skin was hot and moist. The eyes of the men ran over my body. My breasts ached and my sex throbbed, breath came in and out of my mouth quickly, raising my breasts. A whore, nothing but a whore. I noticed a couple of the men taking off jackets.

Again the touch at my back. My bra skilfully undone. The feeling of constriction in my breasts released. Suddenly cool hands on the undersides of my breasts, sliding over my skin and lifting and removing the flimsy material. I leant back against the body there. It fell to my feet to join my dress. Fingers squeezing my nipples to make them even more erect. Squeezing quite painfully until they elicited a sigh from my mouth. Eyes looking at me, at my excited tits, at my body, at the offering I was for them. The hunger was there. I noticed erections. Erections because of me. My stomach muscles tensed as I felt the hands slide down my body. The thin string of my panties pulled over my hips, just down the tops of my thighs, pulling unwillingly away from my wet cunt. His fingers roughly parted me, entered me as I whimpered, held. The fingers were removed, covered in my lubrication, held up for inspection, wiped across my stomach. His hands took my lips and spread them wide, opening up the insides of my cunt for them. I couldn't see what they could see but I knew. Displayed openly now. Eyes feasting. Knew what they could see.

"Slut. You like being exhibited don't you?"

"Yes." The shame. The excruciating arousal.

I was turned. My buttocks to the room as I looked up at the man's face. Pressure on my shoulders. A soft command. I bent from the waist. Watched him extract his cock from his trousers. Smelt the maleness, felt the heat of it, saw the veins throbbing. My buttocks now thrust high, legs parted as far as the panties would allow. Fingers in my hair pulling me lower. His hardness slipping into my mouth. Sir could see. My actions, my body. My mouth stretch over this strange cock. Knowing the obvious bulging of my sex could be seen behind me. Hands on my buttocks, different ones. The panties were snapped releasing my legs to widen further. Two fingers entered me. The second set of fingers in me within minutes. Slut. The cock in my mouth forced down my throat until tears came from my eyes, whilst fingers slurped disgustingly in my wetness. My mouth and vagina sucking the intrusions wantonly now. The fingers were retracted, a cock replacing them, entered my body. Panic for a second or too as I had two cocks plundering, controlling me again. Finding a rhythm for them. My nipples squeezed, not knowing who by. Semen exploded in my mouth. The cock pulled out, embarrassing myself by attempting to follow it to keep it within. Onto my knees without the man behind releasing me from his cock. Spunk on my mouth, dribbling. Rutted until I was about to cum, suddenly knowing that I was allowed. I could hear my cries as from afar, my body held so as not to interrupt his lancing. Breasts rubbing over the carpet. Liquids dribbling from me. The thick manhood withdrawn. Turned over onto my back. Naked knees into view before my face, my hair taken again to direct me to another proud erection. Gagging again initially, sucking joyfully on it. Vaginal mouth. My legs lifted, buttocks placed on other bare knees hidden from me. Entered again. Used. Fucked. Rutted. My body exploding and again. Feeling the pressures of the onslaught moving my body. Eager, not wanting to be left empty. Swallowing more spunk, a slightly different taste I noticed in a moment of calm. My cunt released too. Moaning. Hearing myself begging. What for? Turned again. Kneeling up. Bitch. Their bitch on heat. Semen taken and smeared over my anus. Fingers spreading the lubricant inside too. Grunting as I was invaded there by hard flesh too. Filled so full, stretch, some pain but enjoying it. Hands on me from both sides. Hands on my body everywhere. Explosions rocking me. Desperate. Exhausted, wanting more. Hot spurtings and another buggering me. On and on. Turned this way and that. Fucked here, there, everywhere.

At one point I saw Sir next to me, looking at me, watching a man using my body. He was naked. He smiled at me. An orgasm crashed through my frail body as he held my eyes.

Eventually I was aware that I was kneeling on the carpet on hands and knees without having been used for a while. My face rested against the pile of the carpet as my hips were still thrust up for use. My hair had fallen; it was stuck to my face with sweat. I could hear movements behind me but didn't move. I was exhausted. I stayed in that position breathing and resting as I felt globules of spunk sliding down my thighs to my stockings from both cunt and arse. My mouth ached, my stretched bottom stung, my bloated cunt felt tender. I didn't know if I could stand, would my legs obey me? My body so strummed with satisfaction that tears collected in my eyes.

Soon I knew I would have to stand and face these men who I had been given to by Sir. Soon I knew I would have to stand naked, dishevelled and coated in their spendings before them. I would have to see their eyes on me again as they sat dressed again. I knew I would stand and thank them, thank Sir. I knew that this was what I craved. I knew that I would need Sir to use me and offer me again soon. Slut. Oh yes.