Latvia

Latvia (Part Two)

The Recovery Boyfriend

By Fargrace

I would like to explain that the reason I am writing this is that my therapist feels it necessary for me to relive my past events in a controlled atmosphere so that I will be able to understand how I felt and with this understanding I will be able to go on with my life. I am currently 25 years old, but my life actually started taking a unique turn when I was only 18. I am now about 60 kilograms with a very slender figure. My ass is very firm due to a habit I have of over exercising, or exercising to the point of exhaustion. My breasts are either D or DD in American bra sizes and still fairly firm. I am about 5 and half feet tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I think that I am beautiful and if my life events have proven anything, it is maybe that I am too beautiful.

After loosing my job and the events that followed it, I didn't start socializing again for about three months. I spent most of my time in bed and I moved back home to the country with my parents. It was about three months later when a couple of my friends that I had known since kindergarten insisted that I go clubbing with them for my birthday. They were about a week late so they had a hard argument, but eventually they did convince me. They knew what happened and swore that nothing would happen like that with them around. I believed them and went out with them since they were my oldest and dearest friends. That was the night I met Mikails, or Michael in English.

Mikails was and still is a gypsy. He had beautiful dark skin and hair so black you could get lost in it's black on black highlights. His face had high cheekbones and he was pure muscle from head to foot. In truth, he wasn't anything special by Latvian standards. If anything because of his gypsy heritage most women wouldn't like him, but for me, he was truly desirable. He was dancing with three other women when he saw me and immediately walked away from them. My girlfriends saw him too, but they responded less than favorable to his approach. As he walked toward the table he never stopped looking at me, but when he asked me to dance, my girlfriends told him in many unpleasant words to get lost. I didn't say yes or no, so he took my lack of response to mean no and walked away. As the night progressed my girlfriends spent the night dancing just with me and it was very pleasant, but I told them that I wanted to try and dance with a man. They said okay and they would keep an eye on me. I went over to Mikails and asked if he was still willing to dance with me. He responded by taking my hand and leading me out onto the dance floor. He was such a great dancer and was always careful not to touch too much of me, but still just enough. At the end of the night we traded phone numbers and went our separate ways. My friends had kept their promise and brought me home safely.

I continued to see Mikails for quite some time. I used him as a security blanket from the world and he did a wonderful job of protecting me, but he always seemed a little curious about why I was always so scared. Finally, one day he asked and I decided that I could tell him. I don't know why I told him and to this day I feel that it was a mistake. He changed on that day though. He continued to protect me, but his protection started to have a price. He would tell me to do things for him and being afraid to loose him I did them. After a while, I moved out of my parents' house and moved in with him. He never asked much, most of the time he just asked to see me masturbate while he watched or allow him to take pictures of me naked. A lot of the time, I enjoyed his little tasks as much as he did. They started to become an every day thing that I expected and needed. Later in life, I realized that he was slowly making me his submissive. We continued like this for about a year, but then money started to get low and I needed to go to work to make ends meet. He helped me find a job that seemed safe. I turned out to be a law firm that I was to act as a secretary. I received really good money and I liked whom I worked with, but my sexual exploits with Mikails started to dwindle.

Mikails didn't like that lack of sex so his games started to change. He brought me to a local shopping center. The place was packed with people old and young. I remember that I was wearing a beautiful white sundress with matching high heels. No bra was needed with the dress and because the bottom was so free moving I could wear normal white panties with it. Mikails brought me to middle of the hallway and ordered me to remove my panties right then and there. I started to refuse, but then he told me that if I didn't, he would leave me forever. I couldn't believe it. I thought he loved me. I told him to shove it and he said okay and started to walk away. I got scared. I chased after him crying and begging him not to leave me. Everyone in the shopping center stopped walking and went quiet just so as that they could watch what was going on. He stopped and turned around without saying a word and just looked at me. I knew what he expected, but it was even harder with everyone watching me. I whispered to him, "Please, let me wait a bit then I will do it." He smiled, but shook his head, he told me something along the lines that the reason why people were watching us was my fault and that since it was my error, I had to live with it. I nodded and then reached under my dress and started to pull my panties off. I was crying, but doing it quietly. When they were off, he told me to use them to dry my tears and I did. Then he took them from me and we continued our shopping spree.

Mikails told me as we walked around to bookstores and electronic stores that I had done well and that I deserved a treat. I was happy he felt that way and realized that other than the actually act of removing my panties; it was kind of nice not to be wearing them. He asked me what kind of food I felt would be a worthy treat to what I had done. I still couldn't believe that he was willing to leave me over such a stupid thing, and decided that we should go to the fancy Italian restaurant. He thought that the restaurant was a good choice and we went. He asked for non-smoking, but the only place free was out on the patio. I didn't like the idea of being outside without panties on, but I agreed anyway since I liked smoke even less. When we went out the wind caught my dress and blew it up, I caught the front at the last minute but the back of the dress went up and I flashed everyone inside the restaurant with my bare butt. I heard a few men say how sexy I was and a couple old ladies grunt in disgust, but I sat down in a hurry and tried to forget it. Mikails liked it though and as soon as I sat down and the waiter left us the menus he told me that I wasn't aloud to touch my dress for the rest of the day. I started to argue, but stopped. Mikails thought I stopped, because of his glaring eyes, but in truth I figured that all I had to worry about was a quick dash back inside the restaurant because the car was parked in an underground parking lot accessible by the street and by the inside of the restaurant. So I figured I would save that fight for another time. We ate our meal and talked. Everything seemed back to normal minus a cool breeze across my pussy every once in a while. When the meal was done, he went inside to pay. On the way in, he caught the waiter and it seemed he asked for the bill. Then gave the waiter some money. The waiter grinned and walked away. As soon as the wind seemed to die down, I followed Mikails in.

Mikails said that he was sorry for how he acted earlier and that he felt really bad. He escorted me down to the car and said that we should go out for some drinks. It was about that time that it started raining and since the last thing I wanted was to walk around in the rain and have my dress blowing up, I recommended the dance club that was connected to the restaurant that we had just eaten at. He thought that it was a wise decision and we went back up to the bar portion of the restaurant. We then sat down at the bar and had a few cocktails. After a while Mikails asked me if I wanted to dance. The song was slow so I thought that there wasn't anything to worry about as far as exposure was concerned.

Now I would like to remind you that Mikails always knew how to dance. Well, living with him for so long, I started to learn too. At this point, we were a wonderful duo as far as amateur dancing was concerned. The dance was a waltz and we did it so well it seemed like magic. After a while I realized that I was starting to get excited and my pussy was so wet that it was running down my legs and I loved it. We danced the waltz for over an hour only stopping once in a while for the fast songs to get another drink. After a while though, I found myself getting very drunk. I told Mikails that I didn't want to drink any more and he seemed okay with that. Then a fast song came, and since I didn't want to drink we stayed on the dance floor. It was a swing style song, which was Mikails favorite style of dance. I liked it too, but it occurred to me too late that I wasn't dressed enough for swing music. Before I knew it, Mikails and I had the entire bar watching us doing swing dancing. At first I thought it was because we were so good, but then I realized it was because Mikails had tossed me around so many times that I had flashed everyone in the bar my pussy at least five times a piece. I was so shocked that I stopped dancing immediately. I slapped Mikails and ran to the bathroom.

When I got in there, I locked myself in. Inside, I cried so hard and the harder I cried the more my pussy ached. I realized then that I really had enjoyed what was happening to me that day, but felt betrayed by Mikails. I then took tissue out and wiped my pussy dry, wiped my eyes dry and decided that it was time to go home. I freshened up my make-up and walked back out into the bar, but Mikails was nowhere to be seen. After I looked around a little bit, I went to the bartender and asked about Mikails, the bartender told me that he told him to tell me that he went home without me. I wanted to cry, but decided that I had better head home.

As I stepped outside, I realized that the rain was coming down real hard and really fast. I didn't have an umbrella nor did I have a coat. I was happy that I had some money to pay for the bus. I knew that this was just another one of Mikails punishments so I tried to make the best of it. I ran out and tried to get to the bus stop as quickly as I could. Of course, no matter how fast you get to the stop, doesn't mean the bus comes any faster. I was getting soaked. My hair was matted down and my dress was now transparent. Every part of my body was visible. My nipples were standing out hard. My pubic hair was holding the dress close and my ass was just round enough to literally catch all the rain. I might as well have been naked. I was so soaked and cold. My breasts were rock hard they were so cold. Then I saw it, a taxi. I had just gotten to the taxi and looked at the driver when I realized that the man was looking a little too close at me. The last thing I thought a good idea was to get in a car with a stranger and have that stranger drive me somewhere out of my control, so I ran back to the bus stop, just in time to catch my bus. Unfortunately, it was about 10pm on a Friday and the bus was just full enough to have all seats taken and a few people standing. I had to stand too and when doing so, show everyone on the bus what I looked like nearly naked, but this wasn't Mikails doing. This was my decision and I liked it. I realized that I had to hold the straps over my head and when I did so, it pulled the dress up almost entirely exposing my pussy, but in truth hid it more since the fabric was no longer touching my sex. Well that was the case for all but the woman who was sitting next to where I stood and the woman behind me sitting.

I thought I was pretty safe though with women sitting next to me, but I was wrong. One woman who was sitting closest to me had obviously had too much to drink. She reached up and started rubbing my clit. I wanted her to stop, but it felt so good. Meanwhile one arm as holding on the security strap to stop me from falling, the other hand was at first trying to stop the woman, but then on its own desire held the woman's hand next to my sex to get more. I knew an orgasm was coming and found myself rubbing my nipples through the dress while the whole bus watched me getting fingered by another woman. She rubbed the clit just enough then inserted her finger. Before long I was bucking my hips to her finger movements while pinching my own nipples. An orgasm erupted and I fell to the floor free from the woman's touch, but I wanted more. While lying there on the floor of the bus, I started to masturbate. I loved the touch of my fingers even better than the woman. The ticket man for the bus then asked if he could help and two other men had come closer to see if they could get a better view. I didn't answer, but a couple of seconds later I had another orgasm.

It was then that I realized that the next stop was mine. I got up while everyone gave me space, no one wanted to. I tried to fix my dress. I grabbed my purse and got off at my stop. I entered my apartment wondering what to expect from Mikails. When I entered, he was sitting in his favorite chair watching the television. He indicated that he liked what he saw and acted as if it was entirely my choice. I fucked him all night long. I had so many orgasms while I thought about what happened that night. He fell asleep with a wilted penis while I masturbated a couple more orgasms out of myself. Then when I awoke in the morning, I called a friend that lived in the same town and moved out that same day. I haven't seen Mikails since and I have no desire to.