Stephanie's Submission

Stephanie's Submission

Part 2 – The Barbecue

By Rilawild

After her encounter in the restaurant, Stephanie had been very nervous. Obviously, the waiter knew Samantha and Ben, and she worried that he'd tell them about what he'd seen. She'd rushed home, having stuffed her soiled panties in her handbag. All the way her mind ran with the potential consequences of what might happen. ‘If he tells Samantha, she might spread it as gossip around the office, and I'd be humiliated. Everyone will be laughing at me. It will be mortifying.' As these thoughts spun through her mind though, she could feel just how wet her pussy was.

At the back of her mind, as if from nowhere, she imagined herself in the office. All of her colleagues were standing there staring at her, pointing and laughing, whilst Samantha told them all what a dirty slutty tramp she was. “She doesn't wear panties you know. She was caught with her dirty, slutty and wet panties wrapped around her wrist.”

Another woman shyly asked, “so she isn't wearing panties now then?”

“I doubt it, she's clearly a slut, don't you think? Come on slut, lift that skirt of yours and show us whether you're wearing panties.”

Stephanie was frightened and intimidated, but above all horny. She knew she shouldn't, but couldn't help it. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt. She raised it up above her waist, showing clearly that she was indeed naked beneath her clothes. “See, I told you what a slut she was. And look, the disgusting slut is wet! Spread those knees wider so that everyone can see your dirty cunt.”

She almost came as she walked home. The thoughts of her humiliation at the hands of her colleagues ran full speed through her mind. She'd always fantasized about things like that, and now she knew that there was a real possibility that her inner most fantasies could now be exposed, and it was no longer in her own hands. Her fate had been taken away from her control and now she would have to rely on this stranger, the waiter, to decide it. She desperately needed to cum, and at last, when she slammed her apartment door behind her she didn't even have time to strip or get to her bedroom. She yanked her skirt up around her waist, fell to her knees in the hallway and she brought herself to an amazing orgasm.

She spent the rest of the evening in a haze of masturbation and fantasy, falling asleep from exhaustion around midnight, her pussy sore from all the action.

In the morning, she stilled ached, and she was still aroused. She found herself masturbating in the shower almost unconsciously. After another great cum, she reluctantly finished her ablutions and got ready for work as normal. Just before she left the apartment though, Stephanie made a decision. Remembering her humiliating fantasy, she reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. She felt daring and excited. It felt a little like the previous evening and that kept her arousal simmering away on a low heat. She wondered if the waiter had told Samantha and whether her fantasy would be made a reality. ‘Will she confront me? Make me show what slut I am.'

Stephanie was very nervous when she entered her office, almost expecting a outburst of laughing, but none came. She was on tenterhooks as the morning progressed, but nothing happened and she settled into her normal daily routine. Every now and then, however, she'd change position or be walking around the office and she'd remember that she was without panties as air circulated around her bare assets.

She found it extremely thrilling. At times she was worried that she'd leave a stain on the back of her skirt, and she was glad that it was a dark coloured one. Stephanie considered lifting her skirt and sitting her bare bottom on her seat, but decided, as thrilling as that would be, it would be too obvious to her colleagues. She'd have to answer far too many questions or be the butt (she laughed quietly to herself at that pun) of too many jokes or comments.

She visited the ladies' room much more frequently that day – she was very conscious of her juices. Stephanie was tempted to masturbate in the lavatories, but couldn't bring herself to do so at her office – but she dried copious quantities of her juice from her cunt during the day. She felt sure that everyone knew why she was off to the toilets so often, but no one said anything. ‘Can they smell me?' she wondered.

As the rest of the week progressed, Stephanie managed to calm down. She continued her little game of remaining nude beneath her skirt, finding that it fuelled her submissive fantasies in bed every night.

Samantha was just the same as ever. Stephanie looked all week for any hint that she knew what had happened in the restaurant; and when she saw nothing, she felt relieved. Samantha though did remind her on Friday about the barbecue. That brought back all of Stephanie's feelings and the frightening, exciting, possibility of her exposure as a submissive slut. Clearly, the waiter hadn't told her… yet.

Even after spending the week without panties, she felt too self-conscious to go without them to the barbecue. So she wore matching powder blue, lacy, bra and panties and a dark blue knee-length dress.

It was with trepidation that she knocked on Samantha and Ben's door. However, they seemed normal when they ushered her in. She was nervous and jumpy as she walked through to their large garden. ‘Was he telling the truth? Is he going to be here? Would he say anything?'

She hadn't wanted to come after the events at the restaurant, but knowing that the waiter might be here and that he might tell Samantha and Ben about her behaviour, she felt that she needed to come so that she could try for damage limitation if necessary.

Her eyes quickly scanned the assembled people, the party was just getting going, and she was relieved to see that the waiter wasn't there. She felt immense relief and perhaps also a little disappointment, ‘He'd just overheard Samantha and wasn't one of their friends after all.' It took her a while to relax as well as a few glasses of wine. Stephanie moved around the party chatting with a few friends from work and watching the barbecue being lit. She was watching a couple of children running around with water pistols when she noticed out of the corner of her eye a new guest. ‘Damn, it's him!' she swore to herself.

The waiter from the restaurant was standing by the door to the house and was chatting with Ben. Stephanie immediately found herself blushing and wondered if he was, even then, telling Ben about the wet panties he'd seen around her wrist. He looked around as he was chatting and when his gaze met Stephanie's, he smiled and then said something to Ben. ‘Oh god, he's telling him. Oh please no.' Yet her pussy was telling her something else. She could feel it juicing up as she imagined Ben listening intently to the waiter's ‘amusing anecdote'. Ben looked over at her and smiled and she almost had a heart attack.

She had to get away and she looked around for another route out of the garden, but at that moment Samantha joined the group she was in.

“Hi girls, I hope you're all enjoying yourself. Ben will get cooking soon, but in the meantime there's plenty to eat on the table. Please, help yourselves.” Samantha urged them towards the table of untouched cold food. Stephanie was caught up with the other women; now that Samantha was amongst their group she'd have difficulty leaving without drawing attention to herself. She could just imagine what the waiter would say... “You know that girl who's just run off – well it's probably because she paraded around the restaurant wearing no panties the other night and can't face me.”

She ate with the other women and she tried to think about what to do. Ben, though, hadn't come over to ridicule her in front of her friends. ‘Perhaps I'm going to okay,' she thought.

Part of her wanted to leave, but the rest of her wanted to stay. She wasn't sure whether it was to prove that she was strong, or whether it was because she was too weak to escape. Stephanie found that she was drawn into a conversation with Samantha as she nibbled shyly at a sandwich. Samantha seemed so enthusiastic as she discussed something trivial about the troubles she'd had with some of the food that she didn't notice that Stephanie's thoughts were away in the clouds.

Stephanie was brought back to earth though with a bump when Ben interrupted Samantha to ask for her help with the barbecue. With Ben was with the waiter, who was introduced as Jim. He had a broad smile painted across his face as he watched Stephanie. She was mortified when Ben and Samantha went to arrange the barbecue leaving her alone with Jim.

“Well it's nice to see you again.”

‘Is he mocking me?' She thought, but remained silent and shyly looking down at the floor.

“Though, I'm a little disappointed to see a panty-line. I thought that you'd be naked under that dress!”

‘Oh no, oh no, oh no. He is going to embarrass me.'

“I don't know what you mean.” She said, trying to sound confident. She started to walk away when his hand gripped her arm and held her firmly.

“You know precisely what I mean. The other night you stripped off your wet panties in my restaurant and paraded around with them blatantly wrapped around your wrist, so don't come the innocent with me.” He said firmly.

Stephanie didn't know what to do, and thought that perhaps she should run. However, she knew that she'd have to explain it to everyone and they'd hear him telling his story. It would be her word against his, but she'd still be humiliated even if no one believed him.

He seemed to read her mind, his voice returning to his original jovial tone, “Besides, both of us know that I'm right – not to mention the restaurant's security tape.”

‘Oh no! I'd never thought about that. What am I going to do?' She felt rooted to the floor and he gently removed his hand from her arm before it drew any undue attention.

“Now I think that we both understand each other.”

“Please, what do you want?” Stephanie whispered submissively.

“Firstly, I think that you need to find somewhere private and remove those panties. You are far too overdressed, don't you think?”

“No, I can't do that.” She wasn't very forceful with her refusal. “Please don't make me,” she begged pitifully. She felt like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights of a truck.

“And since you came overdressed, as a little punishment, you should remove your bra too.” It was as if he was twisting a knife in her stomach. It was worse that she could imagine.

“Of course, it's your choice,” he continued. “However, I think that if you don't trot off and remove your underwear soon, I might get a little bored. I think it might alleviate my boredom though to tell Ben and Samantha a little story and show them a little video. If you know what I mean?”

She almost ran as she rushed to the house. ‘I can't let him tell Samantha. It would just make my life a nightmare at work.'

Stephanie slammed the bathroom door and twisted the lock shut. ‘I can't do it. Oh what do I do? He will tell them, I know that he will – so I have to do what he asks.' She stood with her back against the door, breathing heavily. It was almost as if she was holding the door shut against the world outside.

Then, telling herself that she really had no choice, Stephanie began to remove her dress. She was trying to rationalise her actions, ‘He just wants to tease me, have a little fun, and the he'll leave me alone.'

It took her only a few moments to remove her bra and panties. It felt very strange to be standing nude in her boss's bathroom whilst a party was in full flow outside. She felt tingly all over and her hand brushed her pussy finding it wet and ready. Her fingers began to lightly stroke herself as she remember how she'd run off so easily at Jim's command. ‘Oh, why I am doing this?'

Stephanie jumped when there was a knock on the door and snatched her hand from her crotch.

“Are you going to be long? I really need to go.” It was a young boy's voice, and it brought her back to reality.

“Err, No, just a minute.” A quiver in her voice betrayed her.

Stephanie quickly pulled on her dress, feeling her nude body caressed by the material and especially her now uncovered nipples. She glanced in the mirror as she put her underwear in her bag – her make-up was still acceptable, though she could see that her cheeks were flushed. ‘Embarrassment and excitement,' she though to herself.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she unlocked the door and walked back into the real world. The boy pushed passed her in his need to use the bathroom, but she was too preoccupied herself to admonish him.

Stephanie walked slowly with her eyes down as she entered the garden once more, her cheeks felt like they were burning. A horrible though crossed her mind, ‘Has he told anyone that I've just been to remove my underwear?' She looked up and glanced around fully expecting to see everyone staring at her. No one was though, except for him. He was watching her intensely as she drew herself closer and closer to her humiliation.

“Well, you sure took your time. It must be much harder to remove your underwear than I thought. Or did you have a little ‘personal time'?”

‘No please, he knows. He knows I was touching myself, that I'm so turned on.'

“Err, there was someone in the bathroom.” She lied.

“Now come on.” he admonished. ‘He knows I lied! Oh no.' However, he continued on, “you could have stripped in one of the bedrooms; a little slut like you wouldn't need to lock a door.”

‘Oh, he called me a slut.' she was shocked, but then thought, ‘Is that what I am, though?'

All she could voice, however, was “Sorry.”

“Now then, hand them over.” She was confused for a moment, her mind still pondering on being called a slut. Then Stephanie realised he wanted her panties.

“I can't do that, not here.”

“Well if you don't, either you'll do it by the barbecue in front of Samantha and Ben, or I'll make sure that they see that little video.” He was just beginning to turn, when Stephanie panicked.

“No, please, I'll get them. Please don't tell anyone,” she begged. She fumbled in her handbag for a few moments and pulled out her crumpled lacy panties. She balled them up as much as possible so that the delicate lingerie was concealed in her hand. He'd held out his hand waiting for her, and she furtively pressed them into his palm.

He took no such precautions as he looked them over in his hand, smiling as he noticed the drying patch on their crotch.

“You weren't so bothered about showing them off the other night.” He said. “They are delightful,” and raising his hand to his face, “and so fragrant. You have a lovely smell.”

Stephanie was mortified, could this get any worse, she thought.

“How do I know that these are the ones you were wearing earlier – maybe you found them in Samantha's washing basket, and that was really why you took so long. I think that you'll have prove to me that you've removed your panties.”

‘What!' Stephanie was stunned. ‘What does he want me to do? How can I prove it to him?' But deep down she knew what he wanted.

“Please, haven't I done enough? I promise they're my panties, I took them off. Please, you've got to believe me.” He was smiling, obviously enjoying her discomfort as she pleaded with him.

“We can do this one of two ways. We could go for a wander in Ben's nice, large garden and you can demonstrate that you are naked beneath that dress when we have some privacy. Or, I can take these panties over to Samantha and ask her if they are hers. Of course I'll have to explain where I got them.”

Her stomach was doing jumping jacks and her pussy felt like it was dripping. This was well beyond anything she'd every done before, though she had fantasized about scenarios like this on numerous occasions, and discussed them with her various fleeting on-line masters. This though was not fantasy, this was her real life. This man wanted her to perform for him, and she knew that she wanted it too.

Stephanie, defeated, whispered, “I'll show you.”

“Good girl. Now walk with me.” He walked calmly away not checking that she'd follow. Stephanie knew that she had sealed her own fate and quickly caught up with him. She was terrified that he'd changed his mind as he walked towards the group of people crowded around the barbecue where Ben and Samantha were cooking. However, he veered away and sauntered towards a hedge that separated this part of the garden from another. She wished that he'd hurry up, but realised that that might draw undue attention to them.

Beyond the hedge, the constant noise of chatter from the party was muted, and now he did increase his pace. It seemed that he knew the garden and where he wanted to go, where he wanted to take her.

Stephanie had to trot every now and then to keep up with his purposeful stride. Her two and a half-inch heels making it more difficult for her to keep up. Ahead was a small gazebo surrounded by thick bushes. It was quite private, though there was nothing stopping someone else from following the same path they had.

“Now, you know what to do, don't you?” He asked as he sat on the bench under the gazebo. Stephanie stood before him. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She thought she knew what he wanted. He wanted to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples were making large prominent bumps in her dress – that surely was proof enough that she had removed her bra.

She carefully turned sideways on to him and began to lift the bottom of her dress. She lifted it up along her thigh, the material falling across her bum and pussy, keeping them hidden. She pulled it higher, feeling her excitement and embarrassment mount. She was very careful not to expose herself when she pulled it as high as her waist, showing that she obviously wore no panties.

However, he was clearly not satisfied.

“Now slut, that's not what I asked. I said, you were to demonstrate that you were naked beneath your dress. The only way to do that is to remove your dress, isn't it?”

Her cunt twitched and she let out an involuntary moan as she realised what he was going to make her do, and make her do here out in the open where anyone might come and see her nudity.

“Isn't it?” He repeated.

“Yes.” Stephanie whimpered.

“Well come on slut, take off that dress.”

She now stood before him, her shame burning on her face as she slowly unfastened her dress. She couldn't believe what she was doing and yet her gushing cunt told her that she had to go on, had to expose herself, naked, to this stranger whom appeared to have such a powerful hold over her.

Her zip was soon down at the small of her back and she could feel a breeze caressing her nude back as the material separated. Then knowing she could delay no longer, she pulled her dress off her shoulders and slipped it down her body. Her tits came into view and her blush spread down over her upper chest as she realised that he could see them. They swung gently as she bent slightly, then she was lifting her left foot ready to step out of her only covering. In seconds she standing there naked her dress clutched in front of her.

“Give it to me,” Jim ordered.

Humiliation burned through her as she handed her dress to him, her left hand covering her pubic hair and pussy. When he took it from her and set it besides him on the bench her right hand covered her breasts. It was awful. It felt far worse than she had imagined in any of her wildest fantasies.

“Come now slut. We both know that you're loving this, there's no need to be shy. Clasp your hands behind your neck, elbows wide.”

‘Oh yes.' She thought. She recognised this from her fantasies and her passion, her desire to be used like this, pushed her on. So Stephanie lifted her hands from her body and clasped them behind her neck as she'd been told to. Only then realising that she was exposing herself completely to this man, this man whom she knew nothing about except that he was a waiter and called himself Jim.

“Feet shoulder width apart.”

She shuffled her feet apart, giving into the feelings pulsing through her cunt, centred on her clitoris, which even as she spread her legs seemed to slip against its little protective hood of flesh and peek out into the afternoon air. Stephanie groaned and closed her eyes for a moment as she revelled in the delicious feelings. She knew that she was lost, that she would do whatever this man asked of her.

Jim stood and slowly walked around her, appraising her. She desperately wanted him to touch her, but he didn't, not yet.

When he stood in front of her once more, he said, “Look at me slut.” He lifted his hand, and Stephanie saw that he had his phone.

‘Who's he going to call?' she wondered.

Then she realised. He wasn't going to make a call and felt her nipples harden further, her blush get deeper and her cunt flow with her juices. No it wasn't a call, he was taking her picture with its camera. Her shame, her humiliation, her embarrassment caught forever in digital format. He could do whatever he wanted with that picture. He could make her do whatever he wanted with that picture – she would just die if he showed that picture to anyone.

After that first photo, she knew that there was no point in trying to hide herself – the damage was already done. He moved around her once more and she knew that his phone's memory was being filled with her naked flesh.

“You are beautiful, slut. And you do know that you are a slut don't you? Your large, hard nipples and that juicy cunt of yours give you away.” He gently brushed the back of his hand across her left breast as he said this. His first touch felt like a red-hot poker and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He continued to lightly brush her breast as he looked into her eyes. Then he turned his hand around and softly began to cup her breast. She was crazy with desire and she needed him to touch her diamond hard nipple. He watched her eyes begging him and, smiling at his triumph, captured her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Stephanie let out a gasp and quivered with passion.

Now that he possessed her nipple, he began to caress her in earnest.

“You are such a sexy slut. I bet that no-one realises that you're so hot beneath your clothes do they? You appear so innocent and shy, but push the right buttons and you're a firecracker ready to explode. You're desperate for me to touch your cunt aren't you? Well you're going to have to ask me nicely.”

‘Oh no, please. Don't make me do that, please just touch me.' Stephanie was moaning openly now and her hips were twitching back and forth in need of a touch. However, Jim just continued to work on her breasts, her neck, earlobes and even lightly tickling under her raised arms.

“Come on slut, I know that you're in need, but you're going to have to ask me to touch you. I'm a gentleman after all, I wouldn't dream of touching a girl's pussy until I'm invited to.” He laughed quietly at his comment, for he had made her strip and possessed the rest of her body without any question or invitation.

She was getting desperate now, her pussy was aching, her clitoris painfully aroused. She could wait no longer.

“P-p-please,” she stuttered, “please touch me, touch me now.”

“Where slut?” he asked, “here?” caressing her left nipple, “here?” stroking her cheek, teasing her. “Or somewhere else? Tell me.”

He was going to force her to tell him, to complete her own humiliation.

“My, my p-pussy. Please I need it.” Stephanie knew she sounded pathetic, but she was being controlled by her animal cunt, it needed attention and it wouldn't let her do anything else.

“Well, if that's really what you want, then how can I not do as you ask.” His hand traced a line of fire down across her stomach and he teased her pubic hair for a few moments, before sliding lower and touching her cunt for the first time. She exploded into orgasm immediately. The lightest brush on her engorged clitoris had set her off like a bomb. She collapsed into his arms, and he gently guided her over to the bench. He sat and carefully lowered her to her knees before him, her body resting on his lap, his arms holding her as she recovered.

After a few seconds, she came out of her stupor.

“Welcome back slut, my you do have a hair trigger don't you. But now that you've had your pleasure, I think it's time that I had mine don't you?”

Stephanie knew instantly what he wanted, and knew also that she wanted to do it. She felt so amazingly horny that she would do anything to keep hold of that passion. He guided her as she undid his jeans and slipped them down his legs.

His cock was erect and a good size – not as big as she'd fantasized about in her dreams of a moment like this, but this was real life after all. She took hold of his shaft and then lowered her mouth to his cock. Stephanie gently licked his glans and was pleased to hear him let out a gasp. Her tongue now flicked along the underside and next she took his head into her warm mouth.

Stephanie used all of her skills to bring him to the edge and keep him there, at that moment, even though she was kneeling naked in someone else's garden with a stranger's cock in her mouth, she had the power. That moment passed though quickly when Jim came in her mouth. Stephanie tried her best to swallow it, and caught most of it. Some of his cum trickled out of her mouth and she scooped it up and licked her sticky finger, savouring the taste.

At that moment she felt the truth of his words, she was a slut, and she loved it!