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This task was to write 5 short stories using Task masters from the academy. Mistress Nev was the author of the task. Thank you also to the Task masters I used in my fantasies.
Tm= Task master
Extra Fantasy Meeting Master
Susan walked onto the stage floor in the silky confection they’d slipped over her head. She lifted her hand to the loose hair that tickled her neck. She heard a pleased sound out in the darkened area past the stage lights. The music started softly. She remembered the large masculine woman who’d forced her to drink the bitter liquid. “You will dance to please the audience or you will be whipped to please them.” She’d growled into her face.
Susan’s feet in the high heals felt glued to the floor but her hips swayed, the transparent material caressed her hips. “Oh,” slipped from between her lips at the delicious sensations that ran over her skin. She felt alive and shifted again. The sensation in Susan’s nipples caused her hands to raise as a foot stepped so the heat between her legs could escape. She forgot the audience behind the lights as she lifted her breasts in her hands. The nipples pressed against the material jutting out begging for attention.
“Just a couple of animals,” she heard in the music as the song changed. Her hands lifted she moaned, her palms brushed over her nipples then up her shoulders, tracing her cheeks and up through her hair. She lifted her arms swaying, turning, moving her arms as a wild heathen priestess worshiping her god.
She didn’t hear the sharp clap or the shouts as the bidding started. She gyrated her hips, enjoying the sensations of the material against her super heated skin. “Ohhhh,” she moaned louder as she lowered a hand tracing the burning down her body to the center of the fire.
“NO!”
She slowly opened her eyes to see him standing before her in the lights. Her breath was coming in quick pants as he reached out his hand for hers. “Who…” she started to speak as he took her hand.
“Your master little one, your master.”
“I have to…” she tried again her mouth dry her tongue thick.
“Your body is mine little one, to please me.” She heard lewd comments and wanted to fulfill them with this man.
“Please,” she begged looking up into his eyes.
A deep laugh escaped his lips. He made a sudden movement and she spun into his arms her back pressed up against his firmness. “A chair, for the lady,” he said with humor in his words.
Susan felt her left leg lifted. She looked from the face above her and saw her body exposed. Her high heal clad foot pressed firmly onto the hard wooden chair. A big hand was bunching the thin material in his hand lifting it up and out of the way.
“An implement to pleasure the lady with?” The laughter was loud, she leaned and looked back up at the face above her. He smiled down at her. She felt him shift and looked down and saw the short thick whip pressed into his big hand.
“What…”
“Ummm,” he murmured over her and pressed the thick tangle of leather between her burning thighs.
If he hadn’t been holding her she would have crumbled to the floor. She screamed as just the light pressure caused wild orgasms to start. As the first wave stopped she felt hands lifting her arms around the man’s neck. She felt them secured.
She screamed as the whip shifted, he brought her body screaming to another peak as he flicked the thick tangle of leather up between her legs. The pain and pressure overwhelmed her body again and again he stroked her. She heard sobs escaping her lips, felt hands holding her leg open, but her mind was caught in the unending orgasms washing over her.
He looked down at the woman and smiled as he handed the money over, “What did you give her to cause that Sebastian?”
“The drugs wore off before you got on the stage Marko.”
Marko chuckled and lifted her tossing her over his shoulder. He positioned her and patted her ass firmly. He felt her squirm and chuckled again as he walked toward his vehicle.
“You’ll enjoy your new life little one.” He said as he tossed her in the cage in the back of the SUV. He firmly shut the hatch and walked away.
Susan shivered as the big vehicle stopped she held onto the bars of the cage. She felt confused as she thought about what she had done on the stage. It frightened her that she’d enjoyed herself so much. She couldn’t see through the heavily tinted windows surrounding her but she could hear the boots on the concrete coming toward her. The man looked down at her sitting there and smiled. “Kamana it means desire in Hindi. It’s your name.”
She could hear the firmness in his voice and nodded once just because she was sitting in a cage in the back of his vehicle. Once she was out and dressed she could escape this insanity.
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Fantasy One: Meeting Master Submitted 1rst
Sbbewalked slowly into the room and looked around, she didn’t see him. She’d met him at the Academy, now she was meeting him in person. He’d won her over with his words, now would his actions keep her. She saw the Calla Lily on the table a card sat next to it. Her name was written in a firm bold hand. She opened the paper.
I’ve prepared this place for us. Your basket awaits you through the door. Rest I will be with you in my own time. Principal4u
Master walked in the room and pointed to the wooden table in the center of the room. Sbbehurried from her basket in the corner and knelt before the table. Master’s hand motioned, she stood and leaned over the cool wood table. She felt his hands at her ankles fastening them to the wide spread legs. She shifted pressing her stomach into the rough wood so he could pull her ankles farther apart. She was surprised when he lifted her feet from the floor. She waited as his hands left her body. She looked back to see what he was doing. She felt his hand on her back pressing her down as she tried to turn. She waited resting on her arms her body arched, her breasts pressed into the table. She felt him shifting around the table and looked into his eyes. She watched as he slipped her wrists into the waiting cuffs. “I’m not displeased with you in any way Sbbe. I’m very pleased with everything you’ve done since you came here. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Master,” she said feeling nervous.
“Everything I’m going to do to you now is for my pleasure, not punishment.” He moved to her other wrist. “I don’t want you to forget that I’m very happy with you.” He moved in front of her and stroked her cheek. “I love you little one. Will you accept this pain for me?”
“Yes master. I’m afraid.”
“Little one, do you trust me?”
“Yes master.” She said quickly, firmly.
“Good, I’m going to let you scream this time, and I’m letting you rely on the restraints to help you remain still, but soon I’ll expect you to remain still yourself.”
Master chuckled as her eyes grew big. “Yes Master.” He could hear the squeak in her voice and stroked her cheek again.
“I will wait till you are ready little one, you are ready for this.”
“Yes master,” she whispered into his palm. She kissed the palm and kept her eyes locked with his. “I’ll make you proud master.”
“I am proud of you little one, nothing you can do can change that.”
Sbbe lay her cheek on the hard wood as her master pressed her head down. She trembled knowing that now she would experience what she had dreamed of. Would it be a nightmare or her dreams come true. She realized she trusted her master as he made small noises behind her preparing for his pleasure. Whatever he did she would accept as his right.
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Fantasy Two: The slave girl he won Submitted 4th
He tossed the cards on the table and smiled over at Greg. “Well?”
“Damn,” Greg swore, “I haven’t even gotten to fuck her?”
“I’m not the one who suggested you throw her in the pot? You going to pay?”
Greg shoved the chair back, it crashed to the floor, just missing the little brunette sitting on the floor to his right. “She’s yours.” He said turning as he grabbed the door handle and stomped from the room.
Drayman looked down at the cringing woman and motioned. She scurried to his side her head bowed. “Look at me.” He said surprised he sounded so angry. She looked up into his face and he saw the fear there.
Drayman accepted a drink and spent a moment looking the girl over. “You sold yourself into slavery?”
She nodded, “Yes sir.”
He stretched and nodded, “Your name is Isra, it means freedom. You’ve chosen to free yourself from this world and hand over the responsibility of your care to me.”
She looked up at him, then looked down. He could see she was struggling with the simple formal statement of ownership. How strange for a self proclaimed free will slave. Many choose to give up the stress of life to become the property and concern of others there were strict regulations on the care of free will slaves. Debtor slaves were another matter entirely.
He reached in his pocket and pulled a paper tag out of his wallet. She hurried up onto her knees placing her hands behind her back lifting her chin. “This will do till we get home.” He noticed the clean flowery smell of her. His hand dropped and he ran a finger over the skin above the low cut top. “Keep close, the market is no place to get lost.”
Isra followed the man closely it wasn’t long before he led her into his home it was gated as were all the homes in the city. The tall spear like fences brought protection from the common thief. She heard the dogs barking, she knew loose at night, the vicious dogs would make anyone think twice before entering the compound.
Isra saw the deferential way her knew master was treated and kept her self properly submissive. Servants and other slaves could be harder on a new girl than the strictest master.
Isra found herself kneeling in a room full of terrifying tools. One corner held a huge four poster bed. All she wanted to do was climb in it but he had clearly told her to kneel and wait here by the door. Drayman walked past her again then motioned to her. “You will do your best Isra. You have the look of a pleasure slave, now I need to see if you can be trained for my pleasure.”
He looked down at her and motioned to the corner with the shower stall and toilet. “Remove your clothing, place it on the chair then go stand in the shower. A good pleasure slave must be obedient even when asked to do something unconventional. Squat just a little, now pull apart your folds and pee.” He saw the quick look of shock and waited. He watched her closely, her expressions, the lowering of her eyes, how her body moved and at what speed she obeyed him. An experienced slave would have been beaten for the hesitation but for someone straight from the market she was moving at an acceptable pace.
Her body was as he expected, it would be acceptable for now. The strict diet she would live with would trim her down quickly, and the hard workouts he would supervise for her would tone her.
Her face was flushed deep crimson as she urinated over the drain but she did it then looked up at him still holding herself open awkwardly. “Use the hand shower and wash off.”
Isra washed and moved to stand in front of the heavy wood beam. “Lean forward.” She was glad the wood’s edge was worn to a smooth slope. Drayman adjusted the beam with a press of a button. It lowered as he pressed her forward with one hand. She stood bent over the beam supporting her stomach. “Place your hands in the stocks.” She found the indentations as he shifted the stocks base for her exact size. “You may scream but not a word may escape your lips. No begging or pleading. A pleasure slave takes what is given and then gives more. Nod if you understand.” She nodded quickly, he could see tears forming in her eyes already.
Drayman gauged the intensity of his strokes with the long wooden paddle, listening to the mewing sounds escaping her lips. He smiled behind her enjoying the sounds. He stopped and touched her warm red ass. She wiggled enticingly against his hand making him press in harder. He used both hands setting the paddle on her back. Drayman’s eyebrow raised as his finger encountered dampness. He delved deeper pressing in, she moaned loudly as fingers entered her. He lifted, she raised on her toes but then lowered herself groaning. “You’re a hot little slut Isra,” she nodded, he shifted and pulled one hand free his hand moved to her lips. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean. “Did you sell yourself for financial reasons?” She shook her head, her red face becoming redder. “You had a job that supported your needs?” She nodded looking down.
He lifted her again with the hand still in her. He could feel her juices dripping into his palm. He pulled his hand free with a plopping sound and slapped her pussy till she was squealing loudly. She was still dripping wet. He shifted completely behind her and watched her squirming trying for sexual relief.
Drayman rested his hand on her back and pressed against her. He could feel her shock as he slipped deep into her in one swift lunge. She was pleasantly tight, as he rocked in and out of her. He used her harshly digging his fingers into her flesh. He let himself release in her grinding her burning ass into his body. He smiled down at her back as he sucked in a deep breath. He pulled from her and moved close to her mouth. “Clean me,” he said placing his hand on her head. She was opening her mouth before he even finished speaking.
Drayman lay on the bed watching his new pleasure slave as she waited on his further pleasure. He could see his seed dripping down her leg along with her moisture as she tried to squeeze her legs together. The bar he’d affixed between her ankles kept her from any relief whatsoever. He smiled again and shut his eyes relaxing into the plush covering. He would test her more tomorrow.
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Fantasy Three: Pink panties Submitted 2nd
Amy slipped the pink panties on and hurried to find the matching bra. She couldn’t help but giggle as she slipped an arm in and leaned forward pushing her breast up. She turned looking in the full length mirror and giggled again. All those exercises had really paid off she looked awesome. She hurried into the pink summer dress and rushed out the door.
Amy looked around the bar and saw her friends and waved. She twirled lifting her hands high in the air. She heard them laugh as she stopped and started toward them at the back of the bar.
“Pink,” she heard a male voice say close to her ear. She turned and looked up into clear deep blue eyes smiling down at her.
“Excuse me?” she said turning and taking a step back.
“Your panties are pink,” he said reaching his hand out and stroking her cheek. “Cotton candy pink.” He continued and licked his lips seductively.
Amy didn’t even move as he stepped forward slipping his hands onto her hips and pulling her forward against his hard body. “If you do just as I say, I’ll turn your ass the same color and make you enjoy it.”
She gasped and raised her hand to slap him, he was quick and held her wrist in his hand, leaned over it and kissed her palm. “Just beg me and I’ll let you call me master little one.” He spun her once till she was facing away from him and slapped her bottom sending her on her way.
Amy felt stunned and continued on her face getting redder as she walked toward her stunned friends. “Who was that?” they all asked. “Did you try to slap him Amy?” Someone said she sat down with a thud then had to shift her skirt. The cold feeling of the wood on her bottom shocked her back to her senses. She turned to glare at the man but he was walking out the door. He turned and blew her a kiss before leaving the bar.
Amy looked at the pink panties, she flipped the clothes around in her underwear drawer they were the only one’s left. She frowned remembering the rude man at the bar. She slipped them on then pulled on the skirt she’d already laid out. She wasn’t going to let him rule her. Amy hurried out the front door the wind grabbed at her she couldn’t help but smile it was such a beautiful day. She pushed down the skirt as it fluttered wildly and ran for the bus. A whistle as she stepped onto the crowded bus had her waving at a smiling man. She found herself giggling and pressed in so two more could enter. She worked her way back as the bus started. A hand on her thigh shocked her. “Pink again.” He said in her ear. She started to turn but he pressed his other hand into her stomach pulling her back against him. “Now don’t make a fuss. I came on board just to tell you I’ve decided to fulfill your fantasies.”
“You…”
“Amy Lynn kindergarten teacher seen flashing her pink panties.” He slipped an envelope in to her hand. She slowly opened it as his hand covered her stomach again. She couldn’t believe the photos. She was in her underwear, dancing in her underwear, in her living room. This was the day she’d bought them. She’d been changing and “Shake your Ass” had come on.
“You can’t!” she said trying to turn.
“I already have them on an internet site, sans the heads but it will only take one phone call and your pretty face will be clear.”
“But…”
He lifted up his phone and there she was on his internet connection. “Just get off at the first stop and follow me.” He rubbed up against her provocatively. “Or be exposed.” She felt his warm breath in her ear then the touch of his tongue. “You taste wonderful little one.”
Amy trembled, his hand brushed the underside of her breasts, her breath caught in her throat. “Who are you?” she hissed.
“Just call me Esquire,” he said looking down at her with a wicked grin on his face.
Amy stomped her foot as his hands left her feeling strangely alone in the crowded bus. She hesitated but had no choice and walked off the bus after him. He never even looked back at her as he walked down the busy road in the high scale business area. She followed him into a building through a spinning glass door. It took her a moment to find him in the busy building. She had to run on her pretty stripped high heals to get in the elevator with him. He smiled at her as he would any stranger. She hissed under her breath trying to decide what she was going to do to him when she got the opportunity. The anger was starting to override the fear had caused.
She was startled as the elevator door opened on a small reception area. His hand pressed into her back and they walked out and the door shut leaving them alone. “Through here Amy.” They walked past the empty desk and through the right door and down a hall. “This is a little soundproof playroom I had built when I took over this floor.” The door opened and she walked into the dark room. She waited for a moment after the door shut. The silence became loud.
“You can turn on the light,” she said curtly. He didn’t answer. Amy shivered she could hear her heart beat. “This is childish.” She reached out and he wasn’t there. “We need to talk about this like reasonable…” Her hands were jerked behind her, she struggled but she was easily overcome and found herself stretched out over strong wood beams. Her wrists firmly cuffed in padded thick leather cuffs.
Amy struggled till she had to stop her breath coming in hard pants. Hands brushed over her and she squealed. “You can’t…”
“I have,” the voice said near her ear.
She felt the scarf circling her head, she knew the light was on but couldn’t see anything as she spoke again explaining she would forget what had happened up to this point. The chuckle made her open her mouth to swear at him. Amy gagged as the strange firm object entered her mouth. Her tongue forced down, her lips wide as her mouth filled. She heard a snap and felt a little pull of her hair as the gag was secured.
“Amy, dear, little one. Doesn’t any of this ring a bell?”
Amy controlled her breathing and gasped. She shook her head frantically. “A little story you keep going back to at the BDSM site you like to visit. The one you masturbate to regularly. She shook her head again but felt her face flushing. His hand brushed her neck. The halter top dropped free his fingers manipulating the special pink bra.
The brush of his palms over her breasts, her nipples made her arch, she gagged. “No,” she screamed in her head.
“Do you remember the author, the one you’ve been teasing with little smart mark remarks? The one you’ve been so rude to?”
Amy fought against her restraints again as she felt the back of her skirt being unfastened.
“ES, little one. Just last night didn’t you tell him he could do whatever he wanted to you as long as you orgasmed till you passed our from pleasure?” The dress bottom dropped away leaving just the pink panties and her candy stripped heals. “He’s taken you up on your word. He’s me little one. Oh and just so you know my balls aren’t blue, not in the least, but soon your ass is going to be red. Then we’ll see about the rest of your fantasy.”
Amy screamed into the gag as the first stroke burned her ass. She felt her body betraying her. Her nipples felt the slight air movement as Esquire used the whip across her. She remembered each part of the fantasy, tears started down her face, moisture dripped down her thigh. The whip shifted and slapped up between her legs, he rubbed with the whip tip and it happened, her body exploded, the air in her lungs escaping in a rush through her nose.
The deep laugh, the pinching of her nipples, she realized this wasn’t a nightmare but a dream come true.
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Fantasy Four: Running with scissors Submitted3rd
She looked up at the sign on the wall over the water cooler, no running with scissors, it declared boldly. She looked back down at her desk and lifted the scissors. She ran her finger down the edge and smiled. She turned, opened her email then started typing.
Mistress Nev
Yes I will meet you at the tea garden.
Sbbe
Sbbe walked into the private rooms at the exclusive little oriental dinning establishment. She nodded at the kneeling woman who opened the screen, she slipped off her shoes and stepped in. The room was filled with sparse beauty. She heard a gentle sound and turned. Mistress Nev lay reclined on a low couch in front of a black lacquer table. She wore a bright red mandarin collared dress in the Japanese style. Gold and black symbols adorned the dress, as she shifted a long slit became clear. Sbbe’s eyes couldn’t help but follow up the slit enjoying the sight of black stockings and flesh against the material.
The screen opened, she watched as a light repast was carried in by costumed women. The white face paint made even the one Caucasian look oriental. “Sit,” Mistress Nev said as the screen closed after the last woman. She motioned to a cushion resting on the floor beside the low couch. Sbbe didn’t feel awkward sitting below the woman she was a natural submissive. She knelt on the cushion and shifted sitting. “Serve Sbbe.” It felt a little awkward but also proper to serve Mistress Nev.
Sbbe covertly looked at the woman sipping tea and wondered what would happen. Mistress Nev took another little tidbit into her fingers, but instead of eating it she lifted it to Sbbe’s lips. “Try it dear, it’s heavenly.” Sbbe’s eyes shut a moment at the gentle touch of the Mistress’s fingers on her lips. The touch moved away and she realized her mouth was almost too dry to swallow the tiny bit of food but it was flavorful.
“It is very good Mistress Nev.”
Mistress Nev held her tea cup to Sbbe’s lips and she took a quick swallow. “You’ve never been with a woman before, have you dear?”
“No Mistress Nev,” Sbbe looked down at her legs.
“Well I think it’s time you enjoyed some feminine attention dear. Go stand in the circle of light. I want a very slow seductive strip tease.”
Sbbe rose and moved slowly not sure she could go through with what she’d planned but she saw in her minds eye the sign again. Life was too short to live by the rules. She made each movement a flutter of a leaf in the wind, a cloud floating in the blue sky, a dance of freedom.
“Sbbe,” her eyes popped open, she’d become lost in the dance, “come her dear.” Mistress Nev held her hand out and pulled herself up with Sbbe’s help. “Now show me that you can divest me of my clothing with as much skill and pleasure.”
Again the sign flashed before Sbbe’s eyes. Would she dare, would she run with scissors, would she live dangerously?
“Yes Mistress Nev,” she smiled unable to help herself.
Slowly with delicate precision each snap came free. Each movement meant to bring pleasure. “Since this is your first dear, take your time and freely explore.” The husky sound in the words made Sbbe tingle.
“Thank you Mistress Nev.” A gentle brush of her palm on flesh made Sbbe’s intake of breath loud. Such a strong sensation overwhelmed her. She slowly lowered to her knees freeing more snaps down the front of the gown. She breathed in deeply and leaned forward letting her lips brush against Mistress Nev’s stomach. “Ummmmm,” escaped before she realized and she felt herself blushing.
A chuckle above her, she slowly stood and started slipping the dress off Mistress Nev’s shoulders. The dress was easily hung on a hook near. Sbbe looked at the beautiful woman before her. She wore a black corset and panties with black stockings covering her sexy legs. Sbbe slowly lowered the panties over the garter ribbons then slipped them down her legs.
“That’s enough Sbbe.” Mistress Nev let her hand stroke Sbbe’s hair then cheek as she sat back on the reclining couch, resting one high heal clad foot on the elegant fabric. “Now I want you to use your imagination and pleasure me.”
Sbbe lowered herself to the foot in front of her and gently kissed, she used her fingers, lips and tongue to slowly work her way up one leg then the other. She gently glided back up letting her tongue drag slowly she peeked and saw Mistress Nev laying back, a smile on her lips. She felt her shift her legs shifting to give Sbbe free access.
“Ummmm,” slipped from Sbbe’s lips as her tongue flicked out tasting the warm, sweet juices. Slowly she pressed in letting her tongue delve deep into the woman above her. She felt a hand on her head grasping her hair and pulling her in deeper. She shifted her face letting her nose stroke the Mistress and moaned as her hair was pulled even tighter.
“Now,” the woman above her said firmly and Sbbe shifted placing her lips firmly on the little nub quivering with excitement. Her tongue and lips worked diligently as she felt the pleasure she was causing. She couldn’t help a smile as a scream escaped Mistress Nev’s lips. She held on tightly as the Task master bucked wildly and worked till the number of after shocks slowed. She felt the hands drop from her hair and leaned back on her knees. Mistress Nev smiled at her sleepily. “Very good dear, dress and go home. I’ll call you again soon.”
Sbbe licked her lips then smiled as she hurried to obey. She couldn’t wait to get home and work herself to an orgasm. “Oh yes Sbbe I want you to deny yourself relief till I allow it.”
Sbbe turned surprised as she finished dressing. She heard the chuckle from the Task master and nodded. “Yes Mistress Nev.”
Sbbe looked at the little charm and pointed it. “Do you sew,” the jeweler asked as she pulled out the little charm.
“No,” Sbbe said as she lifted the tiny scissor charm. “I’ll take it.”
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Fantasy Five: Time is ticking away Submitted 5th
The clock chimed and Tina looked up. Tm Mick had told her to be standing at the corner of Fifth and Pine at exactly 4pm. She heard a click and turned to find a truck pull up beside her.
“Tina?” a British or Australian accent spoke from inside the vehicle.
“Yes sir,” she said quickly as the door opened. She saw the smile on the face and slipped into the seat.
“You’re taller than I thought you would be.” He said grinning. She couldn’t help herself she laughed.
“So your Master wants you to have the experience of being lent out?”
“Yes sir,” she said feeling the blood rush to her face.
“You’re embarrassed?”
“No sir, it just sounds so strange spoken.” She noted he nodded and glanced over at him as he turned the corner.
“Well we’ve spoken and I know what he wants, what about you?”
“Me Sir?” she felt flustered, Master had said he’d take care of all the arrangements.
“Yes you. How do you feel about this?”
Tina realized she hadn’t really thought about how she felt about the arrangement. She’d just agreed when Master told her it was time for her next step in training. “Take your time, think about it Tina. I’m in no rush,” Tm Mick said.
She thought about the moment Master had explained what he wanted of her, the shock she’d felt. She remembered being angry and hurt that he would want to share her with someone else. She’d thought about what he’d said when she’d written her feelings in her journal. He’d reminded her that they were not girl/boy friend they were Master and submissive. He’d asked her what she wanted from their relationship and he’d asked her to consider what his word was after she had thought for a few days.
Tina remembered telling Master green, he’d smiled.
“Tm Mick I want what my Master wants. I want to be trained further so I can please him.”
She watched as he nodded. “Then crawl into the back and take off all your clothing.”
Tina turned and looked in the back of the big SUV. She hadn’t expected that request and felt her face flushing. She moved slowly, but moved. The back of the vehicle was empty of seats. She saw a plastic box behind her seat. “Neatly fold the clothing and place it in the box.”
Tina lifted her hand to the top button on her shirt and flipped it out. “Turn so I can see you.” Tm Mick said as he drove. She turned and saw his eyes in the rearview mirror. Her hand shook as she removed the shirt from her shoulders. The pink striped lace bra slipped off next. The cool air from the air conditioner caused goose bumps on her skin. She reached down to free the skirt and saw her breasts swinging as she sat on the floor as he turned a corner. She could hear vehicles whizzing by but did not look up to see if anyone was looking at her. She lifted the skirt away pulling her pink polka dot panties with it. Her sandals slipped off also then she glanced up to see his eyes on her. Quickly she folded the clothing and set them in the basket.
“Lay down spread eagle and look out the window as we go. I want you to see what happens when you’re seen.”
Tina lay back slowly her feet resting behind the two front bucket seats. Her hands palms up and out stretched. She slowly forced herself to turn and look from the rear view mirror to the window. A loud horn honked and she met the eyes of a smiling trucker staring down at her and talking on his CB Radio.
“Enjoy it Tina realize that you are giving pleasure, just as you should. Take pleasure in the time you give to others.”
“Yes sir,” she said feeling shy at the attention she was receiving. She lay back watching as the truckers kept staring down at her.
“Your Master has told me you still are having trouble with self worth; seeing your self as worth his attention. These people don’t know you. All they see is your outer self. Tell me what you’re seeing on their faces?”
“Pleasure sir,” another trucker honked and waved at her she found herself smiling, her fingers waved.
She heard Tm Mick chuckle. “It’s time you realized you are beautiful, not perfect but worthy of another’s attention, worthy of your Master’s love. It’s time you accepted it.”
A revelation exploded inside her. She understood, she didn’t have to be 21, svelte, with the skin of a model. She could be older, over weight, still get a pimple every once in a while and still be beautiful. She couldn’t help but smile. She watched the drivers, surprised when the vehicle started slowing.
“Tina dress.”
“But…”
“Our time is up.”
“But I haven’t…”
“But you have.” Tina pulled on her clothing and watched Tm Mick as he pulled up to a curb.
“Don’t forget what you’ve learned Tina.”
She opened the door. “I won’t forget sir.” She stepped out at Fifth and Pine hearing the bells chiming 6 o’clock it had only been two hours. She felt her flirty little skirt blow in the breeze. Instead of holding it down tightly she smiled and walked down the street toward her apartment a little extra sway in her hips.
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