Stephanie's Submission

Part 1 – The Restaurant

By Rilawild

Stephanie was nervous as she walked down the street towards the restaurant. It was early, she'd just left work, and she knew that the restaurant would not be full at this time of day. Her anticipation was tempered by her nervousness at the thought of what she was to do. Her on-line ‘master' had ordered her go to a restaurant, have a meal and at some point, she must go to the ladies room, remove her panties and fasten them around her wrist. They must remain in plain sight until she had left the restaurant, and most importantly of all she should allow a waiter or waitress to see them. Those simple and deliciously naughty instructions had consumed all of her thoughts during the day.

The restaurant that she'd chosen was in a different neighbourhood from her office so she thought that it should be fairly safe; she'd eaten there once or twice before and she knew the layout. She rounded the corner and the restaurant was only a few hundred feet away now and she was getting very nervous about what she was planning to do. The embarrassment that she knew she would suffer had fuelled her daydream fantasies all day. Then, she'd felt that she was unable to wait, but now she felt different. Now that the moment was upon her, she wasn't sure that she could go through with it. Deep inside though, she knew that she had to obey her commands.

She was now outside the restaurant and turned to look in the window. There were more people inside than she'd anticipated and her doubts blossomed into outright fear. ‘I can't do this. It's just too much to ask,' she thought. She had to get away. Across the street was a small park and she walked quickly away from the restaurant, each step taking her further and further away from her fate and bringing relief from the fear churning in her stomach.

There was a bench by the path. Sitting down, Stephanie sighed and dropped her head into her hands. ‘I'm a failure. I can't follow even the most simple instruction. I'm not worthy to be anyone's submissive slave.' She cried for a few minutes but eventually wiped her eyes.

The sun was getting low on the horizon. A few people walked along the street, passing the restaurant that she'd eschewed. She wasn't sure what to do, but as she calmed down she began to think about the wonderful feelings that she'd had all day as she anticipated her humiliation. Her arousal began to return and she thought over all the naughty thoughts that had run through her mind as she sat in her office through the endless hours of the work day. Those hours had ended though and now she was here. The restaurant's windows beckoned to her, she could feel them like eyes watching her. They could see that she was just a slut, that she had no power over her actions and they could no doubt tell that her pussy was becoming damp even as she sat there on the bench.

Remembering her few on-line training sessions, Stephanie reached down and flipped up the back of her skirt, pressing her bare thighs down on the slats of bench. Somehow this act of submission made her feel much better. She began to realise that she could still go ahead, that she hadn't yet failed her assignment, that she could still redeem herself. At last she stood once more, smoothed her short skirt down her legs and began back along the path to the street her resolve firm once more. She was ready. ‘I want to do this.' She would prove something to herself.

And then her resolve crumbled once more. Standing at the restaurant door was a familiar figure. It was a woman from her office: Samantha, her boss, and her husband. Stephanie was crushed when she saw the couple enter the restaurant. ‘Oh my god, oh my god. I can't go though with it now, not with Samantha there.' She almost panicked, it would be humiliating enough for strangers to notice her slutty behaviour, but her embarrassment would soar to new heights if someone she knew, someone from her vanilla life, someone who held her job in her hands, saw her. ‘How can I do it now?'

She walked back to her bench and set herself down once more, this time flipping her skirt back without a second thought. Again this act of submission powered her feelings. She wanted to be humiliated, she wanted to be a good slut! This time it took her half an hour to rebuild her courage and she stood once more. As she walked back through the park, she realised that the sun had fallen behind the buildings and the streetlights were beginning to come on.

With the sun setting, the lights of the restaurant cast a light across the street; the diners inside were clearly visible to passers-by, enjoying their evening meal. She was still hesitant as she pulled open the door and stepped inside.

Stephanie stood just inside shyly waiting for the maître d' to come and offer her a table. She felt that everyone was looking at her, that they could see inside her soul and knew the “dirty deed” that she intended. That just caused her to feel embarrassed again, and that in turn made her feel more self-conscious of the people glancing at her. She could feel her nipples were hard beneath her blouse and was glad that her light summer coat covered her, but knew that soon that protection would be taken from her.

The maître d' finally came, and directed her to a table by the window. It was positioned so that everyone passing by could see her and such that many of the customers inside could see her. It wasn't really what she wanted, she was desperate to remain hidden and unnoticed. She could understand why this table was chosen though; having an attractive young woman visible might well attract more custom to the restaurant – the last thing that she wanted. She wanted all the customers to hurry up and leave.

Luckily, the table was positioned so that there was no-one behind her, and as she carefully sat she flipped her skirt up so that it was not beneath her. Her initial training was beginning to show through even in this stressful situation. Her bare bum and panty-clad pussy were in contact with the cool material of the chair and a thrill of excitement ran through her – it felt much better than the hard wooden bench she'd sat on earlier.

With her coat removed, she was definitely conscious of her swollen nipples, and blushed deeply as she realised that the maître d' was looking her over, as if appraising her. It might have been her imagination, or perhaps deep down her desire that that she be displayed and appraised. She hoped that he hadn't noticed how she'd arranged her skirt. ‘Is that a knowing smile, has he recognised me for what I really am, or is it just the innocent smile of good service?'

Across the restaurant, she could she see that Samantha and her husband were eating their dinner. She almost decided to forget about her task once more, just have a meal, and later accept the punishment. As her pussy throbbed in her dampening panties though she knew that she'd still go through with it, that she had to go through with it.

She considered that she could go to a different restaurant and start again, but she was seated now and there was no chance to leave and go elsewhere, especially not without Samantha seeing and questioning her the next day. She clutched the menu, frightened and nervous. She'd never done anything like this before and her heart was pounding. Her nipples were still betraying her and she knew that her panties were getting damper by the minute – which was of course the last thing that she wanted given what she was going to do with them, but it was unavoidable in the circumstances. The more she thought about the humiliation and embarrassment she'd suffer the more it excited her and the more it made her panties wet, and hence the more obvious it would be when she performed later, and that just started the cycle of embarrassment again.

At last, a waiter came to her table and greeted her. He told her the specials for the day, but she was having difficulty concentrating, and ordered a simple salad and glass of wine – she felt that she needed the Dutch courage to bolster her resolve. She didn't really have an appetite, but of course had to order something.

She saw that the man at the next table was watching her, ignoring his own dinner date, and she realised that she was beginning to squirm in her seat, feeling the texture of the chair on her bottom and unconsciously rubbing her aroused pussy into the cushion. ‘Does he know what I was doing? Can he tell what I'm thinking? Does he know that I'm intensely aroused? Or is he just looking at a pretty girl fidgeting as she waits for her meal to arrive?' It took a major effort on her part of keep still after that, though she couldn't stop her hands toying with her napkin.

After this, she was convinced that everyone was watching her, discussing her behaviour, and that every laugh from the diners was at her expense. Deep down she knew that this was nonsense, but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Across the restaurant, Samantha and her husband stood from their table and began to leave. ‘There is a God!' she thought and her relief was palpable, though after a few moments she realised that she'd almost wanted Samantha to stay. She wasn't sure whether it was so that she had an excuse not go on, or was it so that it would be even more embarrassing than she'd originally thought.

Samantha's husband started chatting with the waiter, and then Samantha noticed her sitting by the window. Stephanie wanted to shrink away and hide, she wanted to keep her vanilla life separate from her slutty one, but it was impossible now. Samantha wandered over and started making small talk about how nice the restaurant was, that she hadn't realised that she lived nearby and a hundred and one other trivial conversation points. She didn't seem to notice how preoccupied the seated woman was. Since her meal hadn't arrived yet, there wasn't anything Stephanie could do to dissuade her work colleague. She just wished that Samantha would leave her alone. What's more, some of the people nearby had begun to watch them, drawn in by Samantha's loud voice – they would be glaring at her soon and of course would keep on watching her throughout the evening.

Then Samantha's husband called across to her that he was ready, and as she was leaving, Samantha reminded Stephanie about a barbecue at her house the next Sunday. Trapped, she could hardly decline and found herself shyly accepting the invitation.

Almost as soon as Samantha was out of the door, her salad arrived and she realised that she was one step closer to the moment. She couldn't bring herself to enjoy the food, she was too excited at the prospect of her forthcoming humiliating. She could feel her moisture in her panties and knew that her clit was hard and pushing against the tight damp material. She so wanted to slide her hand down between her legs, but she couldn't: firstly because she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop if she did and everyone would see her shame as she had a “When Harry met Sally” moment; and secondly because she'd been explicitly forbidden from masturbating until she was in the ladies room.

She gulped down the last of her wine and pushed her half eaten salad away from her. She felt that she could wait no longer, but she couldn't do it yet. She'd need to pay for her meal first, otherwise she'd be sitting in the restaurant with her wet panties around her wrist for much more time than she could possibly stand.

She asked for the check as soon as she could. She felt that she was on the edge of a precipice ready to plunge down; she knew that once she took this step it would be one of no return. Her mind was spinning with the possibilities of what she was about to do. Would she be detained and handed over to the cops for lewd behaviour? Would the waiter force her into the kitchen and fuck her? Would they all laugh at her? Would she be thrown out onto the streets, or worse, stripped and then thrown out onto the streets?

Now was the moment! She would go now and hope that the check was waiting for her on her return so that she could pay and leave immediately.

On unsteady legs she walked the long walk through the restaurant to the restrooms, ‘Just my luck that they put me a the table the furthest from them' she thought.

The small ladies' room was tastefully decorated, but she didn't noticed. She was almost in a trance now as she locked herself in the stall. She'd been ordered that she'd have to remove all of her outer clothes first and only then was she to remove her panties; and so feeling an increasing level of excitement she began to unbutton her blouse. She was eager now, her fingers worked quickly at the buttons, a little too quickly perhaps for she found it difficult to co-ordinate her hands. She was shaking slightly and couldn't order her hands to do what she wanted, but eventually all the buttons were undone. She wondered, ‘had he realised that I'd be in this state when he ordered me to do this task?'

Her skirt was much easier to remove, and soon she was standing in just her soaking wet panties. She could feel them clinging tightly to her cunt, the air in the restroom causing the wet material to cool and adding a contrast with her burning hot pussy.

She now had to perform the next act of her humiliation. She was to masturbate in her panties until she was so close to cumming that it would hurt to stop. She knew that this would make her already wet panties dripping wet and result in her ultimate humiliation later. As she slid her fingers over the soaking material she let out a moan. ‘I hope that no-one comes in' . That thought drove her to even more furious rubbing as she got into her rhythm. She was so excited now that she knew that she couldn't last very long, and indeed it was only a few moments before she had to stop and just hold her hand against herself to prevent from falling over the edge into the orgasm that she desperately wanted, needed.

Coming down slowly from her high, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down. She wanted to prolong the moment and feel the sensuous material slip against her skin. The soaking crotch panel stuck against her needy cunt for a few moments as the material began to drag against it deliciously, sending a thrill through her as it slid across her exposed clitoris. Then it was free and sliding down her legs.

The moment was almost upon her now and she placed her wet panties in her mouth as she'd been instructed to do before she was allowed to get dressed again. She quickly stepped back in her skirt, which now felt far too short to be wearing without panties, and slid into her blouse. Finally, when she was dressed she took the dirty underwear out of her mouth leaving the familiar taste of herself on her tongue and wrapped them around her left wrist, twisting and doubling them over a couple of times so that they'd be held in place by the elastic. “Perhaps they'll look like a scrunchy” she murmured to herself. She realised though that even twisted around her wrist they stilled looked like panties, their lace edging and of course the dark spreading stain of her juices giving it away.

She wondered if she could stay there all night, until the last customer had left; however, she knew that they'd come looking for her sooner or later – she hadn't paid for her meal yet and they'd want to make sure she hadn't run off.

So with her juices, no longer confined within her underwear, beginning to drip down her legs, she unlocked the stall door and made her way out of the restroom. It took her a moment to get the courage to step back in the restaurant proper.

It wasn't the panties that drew the attention of the diners, it was the nervous and embarrassed way that she walked, and it was her bright red complexion of embarrassment and humiliation that kept them looking. She was her own worst enemy at that moment, and before long almost everyone who might see her was seeing her. She was doing her best to hide her left wrist, but in doing so she drew the attention of everyone.

She heard a few muttered comments, but at least no-one stood up and grabbed her or even challenged her. She knew though that those nearest to her path through the restaurant must know what was wrapped around her wrist. ‘Can they smell my juices? Can they see how wet the material is?' She knew that her nipples were clear signals of her aroused state, but she worried that her strong smell was clearly noticeable as well. The walk back to her table seemed at least twice as long as it had on her way to the ladies' room. She knew that she was making a spectacle of herself and she knew that she loved every moment of it.

Back at her table, she didn't dare sit down again – there was no doubt that everyone would see her flip her skirt, for everyone was still watching her intensely. She began fumbling with her money, paying for her meal; and at that moment the waiter came over to clear the last of her dishes away. He had a large grin on his face as he looked at her, looking her up and down and especially at her wrist. She felt herself blush even more deeply, more deeply than she thought possible. It was clear that he knew what she'd done.

As she rushed to pick up her things he spoke in a low voice to her, “I love your wet panties. I hope to see you not wearing them again on Sunday at Samantha and Ben's barbecue.”

Stephanie almost ran from restaurant!

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!

Stephanie's Submission

Part 3 – The First Lesson

By Rilawild

Jim stroked Stephanie's face as she knelt before him and smiled down at her. She was still revelling in her slutty behaviour, her arousal overriding her embarrassment.

“You have done well. Now, I think you need to get dressed, repair your make-up and we can go and get some hot food.”

This brought her back to reality. She realised that she we kneeling naked in a gazebo, only a few insignificant feet from a party. Stephanie's blush returned and she reached quickly for her dress, almost expecting Jim to stop her and force her to return to the party naked, but he was true to his words and she was able to get dressed again – albeit still with no underwear.

Stephanie did her best to repair her make-up and brush out her long hair, but as she looked in her compact all she could see was a wanton slut. She wasn't sure though whether that was just because she felt like a wanton slut. ‘Will everyone see a slut or just a flushed girl?'

“I know that you enjoyed that.” He stated it, as if there could be no dispute. “You will come to this address tomorrow evening at seven o'clock.” He pressed a folded piece of paper into her hand, and continued. “You know what to wear or rather what not to wear.”

‘Oh, oh, he's not finished with me.' Stephanie mind span wondering what else he would ask her to do, but all she said was, “Yes, y-yes I do.”

They returned to the party, but Stephanie couldn't concentrate. Thoughts about what she'd done, what he'd ‘forced' her to do, and what might be in store for her the following evening ran through her mind. ‘I can't believe how turned on I was, I let him strip me and photograph me. How could I have been so stupid?'

She tried to talk with some of her friends, but found herself too pre-occupied, glancing over to Jim where he stood chatting with Ben. Eventually, when she decided that she could politely leave, she thanked her hosts and forced herself to walk calmly back to her car – her mind was screaming at her to run.

Once again, during the next day at work she was almost constantly on edge, waiting for Samantha to say or do something that would prove that Jim had told her about what she had done. And once again, she was relieved to find that Samantha's behaviour seemed completely normal.

She'd told herself that she didn't need to go to Jim's place, that it was her choice, and yet here she was sitting in her car outside the address on the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. She had considered defying him, seeing if he would go through with his hinted threat and show the pictures to her friends. In the end though she knew that she'd have to go, she told herself that it was because of his threatened blackmail, but she wasn't sure that that was true. She found that she was excited by the prospect of an evening with him after the intense pleasure he'd brought her the previous day.

Even so she'd found her own small way to defy him. He'd made it clear that she was not to wear underwear, and so she'd left that off. However, she'd worn jeans and thick top instead of the dress that he'd no doubt intended her to wear.

She'd arrived and parked just before seven, but she couldn't gather the courage to approach the house. A couple of times she'd opened her car door and then closed it again. She'd also started her engine, fully intending to drive home and forget all about it, but here she was still sitting looking at the house. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then at last, at twenty past seven, she knocked on the door.

He kept her waiting for what seemed to Stephanie like ages, but it was only actually a couple of minutes before he opened the door. He looked her up and down, a small frown forming on his face. Stephanie immediately realised that jeans had been a bad idea and she might pay for that mistake later. Jim stepped back and allowed her to step into the hallway.

“Now then slut. I am disappointed. I explicitly said seven o'clock, not twenty-five past! Very disappointing.” Stephanie realised she was staring down at the floor, he was making her feel like a naughty schoolgirl. ‘He should feel guilty, not me,' but she couldn't bring herself to look up into his eyes.

“And your clothes leave a lot to be desired. A slut like you should always wear a dress or skirt, jeans are so unbecoming. Well, we'll soon solve that problem. Strip!”

“What? Here?” Stephanie was stunned, ‘he can't possibly be serious – I thought I'd at least get to his bedroom first.' She realised that she knew she'd strip, and she knew that she'd let him fuck her – but this order, whilst she was still in the hallway, has knocked her off balance.

“Yes. It's your first rule. Whenever you enter my home, you are to undress completely in the hallway. You can put your clothes in this box and your shoes here.” He showed her what to do. “You must earn the right to wear clothes.”

Stephanie, still a little stunned, but feeling her arousal building all the time, gripped the bottom of her pullover and lifted it. She knew she should turn around and leave, but instead she exposed her breasts to her tormentor. She folded it neatly and placed it in the box. She was trying to portray a calm façade, but that was all it was: a façade. Inside, her heart was beating rapidly and she knew that her skin was flushed. She removed her shoes and placed them where Jim had indicated. Her socks were next joining her pullover in the box. Finally, she unfastened her jeans, pulled down the zip and pushed them down passed her hips.

Even though he'd seen her naked before, and more, she still felt embarrassed to be stripping for him in his hallway. When her jeans were finally folded in the box she found the courage to look at him, expectantly.

“Now, down on your hands and knees and follow me – you've wasted enough time already.” He was very terse. He turned quickly on his heel and walked away. Stephanie, knowing that she couldn't back out now, got down on the floor and began to follow him. ‘I am in an stranger's house, naked and crawling behind him. O-oh, it's so sexy. I can just feel that my pussy is so wet. I hope that he fucks me soon.' She felt ashamed at her wantonness.

The room to which he led her was a living area. Jim sat down on a large sofa and beckoned her to kneel in front of him.

“Before we begin, we need to address your lateness. You were twenty-five minutes late.”

“It was only twenty minutes.” She protested weakly – she found that kneeling naked in front of a fully dressed man meant that she couldn't get any strength into her voice. She was the same person who in the office could face customers and made tough decisions, but here and now she couldn't seem to find those qualities, they had disappeared with her clothes.

Jim frowned again, “Don't make it worse for yourself. My watch said seven twenty-five when I opened the door, so it's twenty-five minutes late!”

Stephanie could only nod, she knew that no matter what she said it would make no difference. She was nervous though about where this was all going.

“When I told you to be here at seven, I meant seven. I think I need to reinforce that I am serious about the instructions I give you. Climb up here and lay over my lap, you deserve to be spanked.”

“No!” Stephanie exclaimed, before she realised what she said. Her heart was in her throat and she was rooted to the spot.

“Now slut! Get yourself here!” Jim snapped and pointed to his lap, giving her a stern look.

She crawled forward. Stephanie felt her intense embarrassment as she lay herself where he indicated. She'd never been spanked before and had no idea what to expect. She was staring into the unknown and that frightened her a little.

She almost leap off Jim's lap when he laid his hand on bottom, but it wasn't a smack, it was a gentle caress.

“Good girl, take your punishment, learn your lesson and it will be all alright.” His voice had taken on a soothing tone and Stephanie felt some relief. He wasn't such as fierce beast after all. As he stroked her buttocks he told her about the punishment he was going to mete out.

“Twenty-five minutes equals twenty-five spanks”, ‘oh my, I can't take that!' , “on each cheek, a total of fifty” Stephanie groaned. “You are to count each smack.”

Smack!

The suddenness of the strike made her jump and her hands leapt back to protect her sore bum.

“Say it, or it won't count” he ordered, and she forced herself to say “One”.

“Now I know it's difficult but you have to take your punishment like a good girl. You do want to be a good girl don't you? Take you hands away and hold them in front of you.” He gently lifted her hands away from her smarting bottom. She did as she was told and placed them on the sofa under her head.

Jim returned to caressing her buttock, stroking away the pain that was already dulling.

Smack!

Another strike landed, this time on her other cheek.

“Two,” Stephanie reluctantly announced. Again he caressed her burning buttock, soothing the pain away.

Smack! “Three”. Stroke.

Smack! “Four”. Caress.

The spanking continued. Stephanie found the burning pain increasing in intensity as he struck her again and again. The caresses though, ranging across her whole bottom, lower back and upper thighs, brought about another feeling as it fuelled her arousal, the pain failing to dampen her building desire.

By the time he was half way through the punishment, his post strike caresses were dipping between her widening thighs and beginning to stroke her wet sex.

Smack! “T-t-twenty-eight”. Stroke, “Ummmm.” Stephanie couldn't help herself moaning now as his fingers sought out her aroused clitoris.

As he passed the forty mark, she was in a haze of intense feelings. Her count now hardly distinguishable from her moaning. He was now spanking her with his left hand whilst his right was constantly rubbing against her slick clitoris and labia.

She almost didn't realise that it was over after she'd moaned out, “fifty”. Jim's right hand continued to masturbate her as his left began to caress the reddened cheeks of her bottom. Stephanie was building now towards a powerful orgasm, bucking away on his lap, writhing under his touch.

“Good girl, good girl. Now cum for me, cum for me,” and she did. She let out a throaty groan as her body stiffened. It was fantastic, she'd only ever dreamed of such a wonderful orgasm. Afterwards, he continued to stroke her, keeping her sensitive flesh aroused as she recovered.

“You're such a good little slut, you took your punishment and you came wonderfully for me.” For some reason this praise made Stephanie feel proud; it was great that she'd pleased Jim after he'd been angry for her being late. He continued to pet her, though now his fingers no longer dipped in and out of her wet pussy, he was just stroking her, calming her.

“Okay girl, now I want you to stand up and get into the position you had in the gazebo: hands clasped behind your neck, elbows wide, feet shoulder-width apart.” As she got into the embarrassing position, he stood up and walked behind her. Stephanie began to turn her head to watch him. “Face forward. I didn't tell you to turn around.” She snapped her head back, a blush spreading over her cheeks. ‘Will he punish me again for that?'

He brushed something hard and thin against her sore bottom as he approached her from behind. Jim circled around her, the object being used to stroke her skin brought a tingle and raised goosebumps. When he was in front of her, she could see that he had a baton or rod in his hand, at its end was a flap of leather.

“This is a riding crop,” he told her. “If you are disobedient again, I might use this to administer your punishment.” Stephanie paled at the thought of the crop striking her bum. “Today however, I will be using it to provide an incentive and encouragement. Do as I say and I will not need to bend you over the back of a chair and further punish your cute little red bottom.”

“The position you are standing in I call ‘Inspection'. Whenever I tell you that I want you positioned for ‘Inspection' you are to assume this position. In it I have clear access to your breasts,” he raised the crop and used its end to gentle stroke around the globes and finally brushed the tip over her engorged nipples. “Your raised arms lift them beautifully.” The description of how he could inspect her body drove home to her how exposed she was.

“I can inspect you face. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

‘Oh, it's like he's inspecting an animal, looking in a horse's mouth to check that its teeth are OK and its tongue a good colour.' She didn't want to be cropped though and so she did open her mouth and push out her tongue.

“Good girl. You look lovely.” His praise at her submissive behaviour made her blush again and caused a lovely warm feeling to spread out from her pussy to her belly.

“Now keep your tongue out as I explain further.” Stephanie realised that with her tongue out she couldn't speak to challenge him. ‘It's almost as if I am gagged.'

He moved behind her. “And of course your beautiful bottom is available for me to spank if you are naughty.” She tensed expecting a stroke of the crop, but instead he just used its tip once again to stroke her abused skin.

Jim returned to stand in front of her and brought the crop to rest on her inner thigh. Stephanie felt her legs begin to tremble at the prospect of where the crop would go next. She was not disappointed and it began its journey slowly up her leg towards her crotch. She looked up at his face and found her eyes locked on his.

“With your legs separated like this, I have access to your cunt.” As he said this the crop ended its passage and came to rest right on her vagina. “I can inspect you to find out how wet and hungry your little pussy is.” She knew that she was soaking down there and that he knew it too.

“Rub yourself again the crop,” he told her. “Show me how much your hungry cunt needs to be touched.” Stephanie twitched her hips slightly and pushed herself onto the crop, feeling it move against her wetness. She twisted a little so that she could rub her hard clitoris across it and let out a gasp through her opened mouth.

“Yes that's it,” he encouraged her and she started to hump back and forth on the stick as he pushed it up against her. Stephanie could feel herself beginning to rise once more towards an orgasm. Her pace quickened. She knew that she must make an amazing sight: standing naked, legs spread, fucking a riding crop with her mouth open and her tongue out.

She was moving faster now, her inhibitions completely abandoned as she reached for the climax. Just as she was about to get there Jim removed the crop. Stephanie moaned and she made a move, obviously to bring her hand down to finish herself off, but he stopped her with his command: “Stand still! I didn't give you permission to move – keep your hands where they are.”

A despondent Stephanie returned her hand behind her head.

“When you are in my house you will only cum when I decide. Do you understand?”

‘No, please,' Stephanie wanted to say. However, panting with her desire, she nodded an answer, almost imperceptibly.

“Do you understand?” He asked again. “Speak up.”

“Y-y-yes.”

“You will address me as ‘Sir'.” His voice was firm and strong, the complete opposite of the trembling and quiet voice of the naked woman in front of him.

“Y-yes… S-sir.” Stephanie managed to get it out eventually. Her breathing was still ragged and her heart pounding in her ears. She knew that she'd taken another step, but another step in which direction?

“Good girl,” Jim said again and Stephanie found that she was glad that she'd pleased him again.

“Now then, kneel down, knees spread wide apart, shoulders back and your hands clasped behind your back.”

Stephanie, still trembling and burning with arousal from her denied orgasm, got back down on the floor, adopting the humiliating position. She could feel that her spread legs meant that her pussy lips were open and her cunt juice was almost flowing out of her.

“This is to be your normal position. Whenever I haven't specifically told you to do something, you will adopt this. It's the position you should take up when I tell you to kneel.”

‘Oh no, he can't be serious. This game is going far too far. I just want to cum. I need to cum. When will he get down and fuck me properly?'

“Good, I think you're beginning to get it, though a little slowly. Perhaps you're not as much a hopeless case as I originally thought.” She felt a pang, wasn't she doing her best, how could he expect anyone to do better?

“Okay, now I think we'll try the next position. Turn around, and place you head on the floor, face to the side. Lift your bum, keep your knees spread apart.” He waited for her to shuffle around and try to get into position. With the crop he tapped her legs wider apart than she thought she'd be able to do. “Now you are to reach back and pull apart your ass cheeks. You are to display yourself to me. Arch your back more. That's it.”

Stephanie felt more embarrassed than she'd ever felt. Forcing her to spread her bum cheeks was the icing on the cake of her humiliation.

“This is the ‘Present' position. You are presenting your lovely cunt and ass to me to show me how happy you are to submit yourself before me, ready to be used as I see fit.”

“As you get accustomed to these positions I might add more. Now kneel.”

It took Stephanie a few moments to realise that he meant her to get back on her knees. She put her hands down and got onto her hands and knees. After turning around she rose up, spread her knees and put her hands behind her back as she'd been instructed.

“That was pathetic. When I tell you to kneel you are get in to position quickly, not spend a few minutes thinking about it and then lazily and sloppily do it!” He seemed angry and Stephanie shrank back. “Get your back straight, push out your tits and get those knees further apart.” He tapped her legs with the crop to show that she had to get them wider.

She tried her best, spreading her legs painfully apart, ‘He can't expect me to get them any wider, I'd have to dislocate my hips to get them further.' She straightened and trust out her naked breasts, her hard nipples pointing straight at Jim.

“Well I suppose that's a little better. It's clear that you need more practice. A lot more practice.”

He looked at her critically for a few moments. He walked around her once and then stood looking at her again.

Stephanie felt herself shrinking under his strong gaze; she couldn't speak.

“Inspection”.

The new order was sudden, but this time she leapt to her feet and took up the position as quickly as she could. He used the crop to indicate how she should hold herself: elbows a little further back, chin up, and as ever, legs wider apart.

Jim then started to get her to move between the positions, using the crop to teach her how he wanted her. Training her to adopt each position quickly and without thought when he ordered it. She felt strange. It was embarrassing to be made to perform like a trained animal, but she knew that her cunt was pouring with her juices. She was incredibly excited. She'd never felt this way, not even in her wildest fantasies or on-line liaisons. She desperately needed to cum and each new instruction drove her to new heights of passion. Every caress of the crop brought a new sensation and he knew exactly where to touch her to bring the most intense ones. A stroke on the side of her breast, lightly touching her inner thigh, a caress on her buttock and of course when she was in ‘Present' a slight tap or caress right on her pussy as she held her cheeks apart.

He worked her hard and she was soon slick both with sweat and pussy juices.

It was in ‘Present' that he eventually left her.

“You have been a good girl. Perhaps next time I will photograph you in each position, to add to the ones I took yesterday. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Yes, y-yes sir.” Stephanie wasn't sure whether she was just saying this because it was expected of her or because she did actually want to be photographed. The thought of her nude body being photographed and then the photos being distributed to anyone and everyone really turned her on. She knew that it could seriously damage her life and relationships, but she didn't care, she was so excited. At that moment he could lead her naked down the high street and she wouldn't complain, if only she could have another orgasm.

She felt him behind her, and then his hand touched her. She heard him give a little laugh to himself as he felt how amazingly wet she was, how hot and ready she was. He caressed her cunt allowing her to rock back and forth fucking herself against his palm, moaning. He moved closer. His hand was withdrawn and she let out a plaintive groan, “please...”

Then she felt him again, but now he was sliding his cock against her sex. Stephanie let out a satisfied sigh as he pushed himself into her. He was fucking her properly at last! He began to thrust into her eager and willing cunt. He gripped her hips and began to pump in and out. She was in seventh heaven. Stephanie was up on her elbows now, arching her back and fucking him back enthusiastically.

He quickened his pace and reached under her to grasp her dangling tits. A throaty moan escaped her mouth as he took possession of her nipples.

She was getting close, all the action of the last hour had got to her. Stephanie just hoped that Jim would last long enough for her to reach her peak. Then, as if he'd read her mind, he let go of her tits and slid his hand down between her legs. As he thrust into her, he squeezed her clitoris between his first and third fingers. Stephanie was ready to explode then and there, but it was on his next thrust that he used his middle finger to flick her sensitive, captured, button. Then Stephanie erupted, her orgasm washing over her and gripping her in an uncontrollable spasm. Her pussy contracted around Jim's cock and he came as well.

Stephanie felt him pouring into her and he fucked her for another few strokes before his softening cock slipped out of her. He kept strumming her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm, pushing her on and on.

“You did very well slut. You have pleased me greatly,” he said, and then perhaps mischievously he finished, “I might just keep you.”

All Stephanie could do was shudder through another orgasm.

Stephanie's Submission

Part 4 – Masturbation Training

By Rilawild

Stephanie was once more standing at Jim's door, nervously knocking. She was drawn to it again like a moth to a flame, her pussy leading her along this strange path that she'd embarked upon in the restaurant a week before. It was a few minutes to seven, the evening after he'd fucked her for the first time.

After Jim had taken her, doggy style on the living room floor, he'd scooped her naked body up into his arms and carried her to a bedroom. He'd lain her gently on the bed and laid himself besides her, still fully dressed. Stephanie had felt so tired, she was glad to have been on the soft bed. Jim had just stroked her and told her how well she'd done, that he was very proud of her. She remembered that she'd fallen asleep so easily, with a glow of satisfaction suffusing her.

One minute he'd been soothing her in the lit room, the next she'd woken with a start in darkness. She'd been confused by sleep, unsure whether it was yet morning or not, but she'd known immediately what had woken her. Jim had been kneeling between her widespread thighs. He'd caught her clitoris between his teeth and his fingers had been working away at her vagina, stroking in and out gently.

She'd let out a moan of pleasure, realising that he must have been playing with her for a while before waking her since she was so wet down there. He'd raised his head and smiled at her, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the moonlight, filtered through the curtains. Then he'd moved his naked body up hers and, with a little guidance from his hand, slipped his hard cock inside her again. She remembering thinking it ironic that he'd first touched her naked body in full daylight, outside in that gazebo, and that the first time he was naked with her they were in a darkened room and that she couldn't really see him. Those thoughts soon passed though as he'd begun to fuck her in earnest.

The sex had lasted longer than it had earlier. He'd been tender and loving and this had made her feel very confused. Just when she though she'd sorted him out, he'd done something that had made her have to rethink him again. One minute he'd been spanking her and ordering her around his living room like a living doll, the next he'd been making love to her as if he were a ‘normal' boyfriend. Then when they'd cum, he'd taken her to the shower to clean up. He'd watched her cleaning herself and afterwards he'd dried her off with a large towel. Then he'd confused her again, just as she'd been thinking that they'd go back to bed together, he'd changed once more.

“You are to be here again tomorrow, at seven o'clock. This time be prompt.” He'd led her back to the hallway and told her to get dressed. She'd stumbled into her clothes, not sure what to say. When she'd got into her car she found it was only just midnight, she'd thought that it was much later.

She remembered thinking that maybe she had not pleased him with her love making and that that thought had distressed her, but now she thought that perhaps it was all part of the sexy game they were playing, or at least she hoped so.

She waited for him to open the door. Her confusion from last night still troubling her. She didn't know where the relationship was heading, and she wasn't sure what she really wanted. All she knew was that Jim had brought her to some amazing orgasms and that she wanted, no, needed, more.

As the church clock struck the hour, he opened the door. ‘He really is keen on promptness,' she thought as he gestured her inside. Stephanie closed the door behind her and stood for a moment just inside the threshold before she realised what he was waiting for. She began to unbutton her plain blouse quickly, hoping that she hadn't delayed too long and got herself into trouble. Jim made no comment though as he stood watching her undress. As instructed she'd worn no underwear again. Her blouse was one of the thicker ones she had, to try and hide her unfettered nipples, but she thought it attractive nonetheless. After she'd placed it in the box she slipped her shoes off and undid her loose, below the knee, skirt; again she thought it pretty, but not short enough to cause her a problem with her lack of panties.

Stephanie was naked again, and even though she was still embarrassed to be nude in front of someone, especially someone fully dressed, she found she loved it. Jim, a smile playing across his lips, turned and walked to the living room. Unsure what to do, Stephanie got down on her hands and knees and followed him. In the room she stopped in the middle and took up the ‘Kneel' position, remembering her instructions from the night before.

“Good girl. You didn't need to be told what to do, you have avoided any demerits – though in future I expect no hesitation before you strip.”

Jim picked up his riding crop and stood in front of Stephanie, looking her over for a minute or so. He used the tip of the crop to raise her chin and to get her to turn her head to the left, then the right. Stephanie could not understand what he was doing, the only thought that came to her mind was that he was demonstrating his authority, getting her used to his control. That thought sent a shiver down her spine, especially knowing that she was willingly acquiescing to his instruction.

“Are you wet, slut?”, he asked at last. She blushed at his question.

“Yes”, she answered and then remembered to add, “sir.”

She couldn't bring herself to look up at his face and cast her eyes down at his feet. She wondered if he'd noticed that hesitation and whether she'd get one of those ‘demerits' for it. She wasn't sure what a demerit meant, but she guessed that she wouldn't like to get one.

“Of course you are. A slut like you is always wet. Have you cum since you left here last night.”

Again, she blushed. “Yes sir”, it came out as a whisper, but he heard her nonetheless and didn't make her repeat herself.

“How many times?” he probed.

“Twice, sir.” She knew a simple answer was not going to be good enough, but couldn't bring herself to go further. She felt mortified telling him about her about her private moments.

“When and where?”

Stephanie knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until she'd told him everything.

“At home this morning before getting out of bed, and again at the office in the ladies' room, sir.”

“What a naughty slut you are. Diddling yourself at work. Do you do that often?”

“No sir!” She was shocked. “It was the first time today, honestly.” She felt she needed him to know that she wasn't normally such as sex crazed slut. It was what he'd done to her that had got her so hot and bothered.

“Imagine what Samantha would say if she knew. Shall I tell her?”

“No please, don't. I won't do it again, I promise. Sir.”

“Don't be such a fool, don't make promises that you can't keep,” he seemed angry for a moment, but then it subsided. “Besides,” he continued now with grin on his face, “I might order you to cum at work for me. Would you like that?”

“No, please, sir. I couldn't do that. Today was too bad, I was so frightened that I'd be caught. It was too humiliating.”

“So why did you do it?”

“I just couldn't concentrate. I wasn't getting any work done – Samantha even asked me if I was coming down with something. I needed to relieve the tension.” She was desperate that he understand that today's orgasm had been, must be, a one-off.

“Did you cum quickly?”

Stephanie was in full flow now, aroused at having to tell her embarrassing story, “Oh yes. I'd hardly got my panties down before I was frigging myself. It only took a little while, sir.”

“Good.” he said, and Stephanie was relieved that he didn't ask any more questions.

Jim picked up something small, some folded material, from the coffee table but Stephanie couldn't really see what it was. He continued talking as he stepped back in front of her.

“I think that we need to work a little on that hair-trigger you have been your thighs. You need to learn a little control.” He held out the object in his hand to her, she took it, and saw that it was a blindfold of some sort.

“Now, lie down on the rug. Put on the blindfold. Legs nice and wide apart.”

Stephanie did as instructed. She found the blindfold had soft pads that would cover her eyes to exclude all light and a velcro fastener so that she could adjust it correctly. She didn't even consider leaving a little gap to see through.

As she lay there, waiting, she could hear Jim walking around the room as he spoke. It was a new experience for her to be naked and blindfolded. Without her sight, all the sounds in the room took on exaggerated meanings. Sounds like the clock ticking, that she would normally not have given a second thought to, seemed to pound in her ears. Jim's footsteps, soft on the carpet, sounded to her like waves on a beach.

She could feel her heart thumping. With her legs spread wide apart she felt very vulnerable, she knew that if Jim decided to touch her she wouldn't be able to see him coming and it would surprise her. This thought brought goosebumps to her skin and she felt her nipples harden.

“What we're going to do, is see if you can learn some self control. You are going to masturbate for me, and you are not going to cum until I say that you can. Do you understand?”

“Err, yes sir.”

She felt trepidation at his words. She wasn't sure that she wanted to do this, in fact she was quite sure that she didn't. However, her pussy was quite demanding and she knew that it would have the final say in this matter. She could tell that Jim was standing right in front of her now, between her legs.

“You may begin. You're not to take the blindfold off – it's there to help you concentrate on what you're doing, and to enhance your other senses, particularly touch. You are to stay where you are on your back and keep your legs apart. You want me to see what you're doing, don't you?” It was a rhetorical question, or perhaps an order, telling her what she really wanted.

‘He's mad, if he thinks I want that. It's the last thing I want, but I've got to, haven't I?'

A little stiffly at first, and after a long hesitation, she slipped her right hand down between her legs. She felt so embarrassed, she'd never masturbated in front of someone before. Sure, he'd seen her cum and he'd even masturbated her himself, but then he'd been the instigator not her. Now, she was to be the author of her own humiliation. Then she realised that she'd rubbed herself against his riding crop the previous evening, that was nearly masturbation she supposed, but it didn't help her get over her embarrassment of what she was doing now.

Her fingers caressed her labia, feeling her juices making them slick, feeling how her pubic hair was wet. Her left hand began to explore her breasts, touching her hard nipples lightly. She slid her middle finger into her pussy, feeling it engulfed by her familiar warm flesh. She wanted desperately to touch her clitoris, but knew that that would just accelerate her rush to orgasm. She needed to delay that moment as long as possible, especially since she knew that Jim would probably spank her again if she came too soon. After all she was supposed to be learning control, wasn't she; and she so wanted to please Jim. He'd brought her to some wonderful orgasms, and she was sure that this one would be a humdinger too.

He interrupted her thoughts though, “Tell me, how often do you do this, normally?”

‘Oh, no, what should I say? I can't tell him the truth can I?'

“Err, not often, sir.” She tried to placate him, knowing that he wouldn't be happy with the answer.

“How often is ‘not often'?”

“A few times a week...”

“Come on, slut, tell me truthfully.” He sounded exasperated, and she knew that she couldn't push him any further, or else he'd be bound to find some devious way to extract more embarrassment from her than answering the question would.

“Four or five times a week.” She knew he wouldn't accept a answer of less than four, he seemed to know her too well, and she wasn't about to admit to playing with herself more than five times a week, even though in reality was more like seven, eight or nine times a week, sometimes more if she was especially horny.

“Really? That seems low for a slut like you.”

‘Oh, god he knows. He can read my mind.' Her thoughts raced and she let out a slight moan as they drove her to start working a finger in and out of her cunt, slowly, gently.

“And where does a slut like you masturbate? You've already told me that you do it bed and in the office. Anywhere else?”

Stephanie's finger was beginning to increase its pace and she was fucking herself harder now. She needed to delay as long as possible, but part of her wanted to speed it up so that it would be over more quickly and Jim would not be able to ask any more embarrassing questions.

Her breathing was coming harder now as she worked her finger faster.

“Sometimes I do it in the shower, or sitting on the couch in the living room,” she gasped.

She heard him give a little amused laugh at her answer. Then he moved around her, she could tell that he was squatting down near her, getting a closer look. That spurred her on, she imagined him peering intensely at her swollen, soaking pussy as she pushed two fingers now, in and out of herself. She decided that she must really be a wanton slut, he'd been right in his assessment of her.

“I've just thought,” he said, sounding amused, “I've fucked you and seen you come numerous times and don't even know your name; other than ‘slut' of course. What does everyone else call you?”

“Stephanie, sir,” she panted. She could feel that she was getting closer, and she hadn't even touched her clitoris yet.

“Last name as well slut.” She was gasping now as she told him.

“How old are you? Where do you live?” She couldn't understand why he was asking her these questions, other than to distract her, to keep her from reaching her orgasm; make her concentrate on something other than her hungry cunt.

“I'm 26 sir. I live on Oak Road.”

“Good girl. You're getting close now aren't you? Go on touch your little clitty for me, but don't cum.”

‘Oh, I won't be able to stop,' she thought, but she did lightly stroke her clitoris as instructed and gave out a loud groan. She touched it again and another grunt came from her mouth. Her hips were bucking off the rug now.

“Oh, I need to cum now, please can I cum?” She was close to begging.

“No! You're here to learn control, you've hardly started. Take you hands away now. Do. Not. Cum!” He gripped her hand and pulled it away from her pussy. “Hands behind you head, until you calm down.”

“Please,” she whimpered, fruitlessly humping empty air. She'd been so close. ‘Haven't I shown restraint and control already?' she wondered to herself. She had no idea though how many times she'd reach her peak only to be pulled back again before she got her orgasm.

As her heavy breathing subsided, he soothed her, “Good girl, you are doing so well. I know it's difficult, but you've got to learn.”

After a few minutes, he told her to start again, warning her once more not to cum until he told her to. Again, he began to ask her questions. He wanted to know about her first blow job, the first time someone had touched her pussy, about her first fuck, it seemed he wanted to know about all of her sexual experiences. And she told him, hesitantly at first, but as he insisted she told him more and more.

Whenever she was at the brink of orgasm, he'd order her to remove her hand and she'd reluctantly do it, placing it behind her head whilst she calmed down. Each time she hoped that she'd be able to cum at last, but each time it was denied. She felt like she would go insane. On a couple of occasions he had to physically hold her hand away from her cunt, as he had the first time.

She was so turned on now, that her inhibitions were gone, evaporated from the heat of her desire. She was answering anything he asked, almost wanting him to see into her inner being, to reveal her deepest secrets. He asked about her fantasies and especially about the ones where she was submissive: “Have you ever fantasized about being a slave?” “What about with female domme?” “tell me about your on-line experiences.”

The questions and her gasped and grunted answers went on endlessly, baring her soul to him.

He knew exactly how to keep her on edge; when she needed to stop so that she didn't cum; and when her passion had subsided enough for her to start again, but before it had ebbed away too much. She bucked and thrashed on the rug, her legs sometimes pulled up, sometimes flat, but always spread wide; her crotch pumping up and down obscenely. She pulled and rolled her nipples and even pinched them. She sometimes used both hands on her cunt, one working her clitoris the other fucking herself. And Jim oversaw all of it, like a virtuoso musician working a beautifully tuned instrument.

After what seemed like hours to Stephanie, he at last said, “You've done very well, that was your last pause, next time you will be allowed to orgasm, but not until I say. You must ask for permission to cum, remember that.”

Now that he had released the reins as it were, she rushed on. She felt like her clitoris was screaming at her to get a move on, she circled it furiously, getting closer and closer to her orgasm all the time. Then she knew she was nearly there and remembered what she had to do.

“Please, may I cum?” She almost screamed it in her desperation.

Yet, he denied her, “not quite yet, hold it for a few moments more.”

“Please, please, please...” she begged, urgently, grunting out her request with each thrust of her hips.

“I'll give you permission in a moment. I want to see your eyes when you cum. When I tell you to, you are to remove the blindfold and look directly at me. You know where I am, I'm right between your legs. You got that?”

“Yes, please hurry. I need it NOW!”

“Hold on, hold on.” He urged her. She had her left hand on the blindfold now, ready to rip it off, and had raised her head towards the sound of his voice.

Her right-hand's fingers were almost a blur now, working eagerly at her cunt, she was on the brink and nothing would stop her now. It took all of her will power to hold back as she moaned through gritted teeth.

“Good, good,” he praised her. Then, “Now! Cum for me.”

She pulled the blindfold from her eyes and stared straight at Jim, wide-eyed as her orgasm broke, her pure sexual nature writ large across her hungry face. It was truly amazing to watch. But Stephanie didn't find herself staring into Jim's eyes, as she came uncontrollably. Instead, as her orgasm crashed through her sweat- and sex-drenched body, she was staring into the lens of a camcorder, its red ‘record' light glaring at her!

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 5 – The Bargain

By Rilawild

Stephanie watched in shock as Jim recorded her humiliation. Her orgasm was coming strong and hard and she continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body; her thumb was gliding back and forth over her now very sensitive clitoris; and her eyes were fixed on the camcorder. The humiliation implied by what was on the tape and that it might be seen by others burned deeply into her thoughts and stoked the fire in her cunt all the more.

Stephanie just couldn’t stop herself. She knew that she was just making it worse; that anyone watching the tape would just see her continuing to cum and continuing to masturbate after the revelation of removing the blindfold. Those thoughts just spurred her on. She wanted to prolong the wonderful orgasm for as long as possible and that meant that she had to continue to perform for the camera.

Eventually though she could cum no more, her pleasure subsided and she collapsed back onto the rug, exhausted by her ordeal. Jim filmed her for a few more moments then put the camera aside.

“Good girl!” The praise echoed in Stephanie’s mind, it washed away some of her concern and stemmed some of the fear that was beginning to burgeon within her.

“You have done very well. I am very pleased.” He reached out and gently stroked her leg to reinforce his words.

Stephanie, recovering slowly, looked at the camera. “Please, you can’t film me. You mustn’t film me,” she begged and then she ordered, “Give me the tape!”

“Now, now! You’re in no position to make demands.” His face took on a stern appearance and his voice was firm and strong.

“Yesterday I told you I’d take pictures of you and asked if you’d like that. If I remember correctly, you said that you would. So now I’ve taken pictures of you; you can’t go back on our agreement.”

Stephanie felt that like a blow to the stomach and she did remember being overwhelmed by her passion and agreeing with him that he could photograph her. ‘That isn’t what I meant! But I guess it’s just the same – still I can’t let anyone see that tape, I’d just die.’

“Please, I know, I know.” She whimpered. “But this is different. No-one can see that tape. You’ve got to give it to me, please!” Stephanie was beginning to plead now, getting agitated.

Jim just sat there, caressing her leg, watching her as she worked herself up to the verge of panic.

“Kneel,” he ordered. She looked stunned for a moment at him. ‘This isn’t the time for that,’ she thought. However, she did eventually move and get into the embarrassing kneeling position with her thighs splayed wide apart. Even though this was all relatively new to her, she actually found herself being calmed by taking up the position. In a way it was familiar, and maybe she was a little reassured as she gave control to Jim – it allowed some more of her nascent panic to evaporate.

“Good,” Jim said once she was settled. “Now if you truly want the tape, then perhaps we can work something out.”

This brought a little hope to her. Stephanie knew that she must get that tape to prevent it falling into the wrong hands and coming back to haunt her.

“This evening has been an exercise in learning control, and you’ve done that very well. However, I worry that you’ll slip back into your wanton ways unless it is further reinforced.” He allowed this to sink in for a moment before continuing. “So, I think that if you commit yourself to spending the rest of the week learning to control when you orgasm then I will give you the tape.”

Stephanie, the carrot dangling temptingly in front of her, immediately agreed. “Yes, yes. Anything to get that tape.” She realised then that she’d agreed before the terms had been properly explained and that he could almost demand anything of her, but she thought, ‘I’d almost do anything to get hold of that tape.’

“Good – I’m glad that you’re keen to continue our lessons. So here’s what I propose: Firstly, you are not to cum again until Saturday. Then you will orgasm at my command. It’s Tuesday now, so that’s four days from now.”

Then he had a mischievous smile on his face, “Since you said that you only masturbated four times a week, then holding off for a few days shouldn’t be too much of a problem now should it?”

Stephanie had known that he hadn’t believed her, but had thought that she’d got away with it. Now she was ruing her dishonesty. ‘He’ll wring out this as a punishment for that, I just know it,’

“If you are a good girl, and do as you’re told, then I’ll give you the tape. Do you think you can do that?” Jim looked at her quizzically, awaiting her answer.

‘I can last four days. It will be no problem.’ Then her thoughts continued and frown creased her forehead. ‘I guess though that a lot can happen in four days... like copying the tape.’ Stephanie looked at Jim, satisfied that she’d found a loophole in what he was offering, and confident that she could close it.

“I will do it. However, you have to promise not make any copies of the tape.”

A smile spread wide over Jim’s face. “Oh, you don’t trust me,” he said with mock hurt. “Okay, I promise that if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told that I won’t make any copies of the tape and will give it to you on Saturday. Satisfied?”

She thought on it for a moment, and then acceded, “Okay, you have a deal.”

“Excellent!” Jim seemed very pleased, like the cat who’d got the cream. “And since you’re convinced that you can hold off from cumming until the weekend and that you’ll get the tape, you should have no problem with me adding extra footage to it.” He said it as a statement.

Stephanie felt that he’d trapped her. “No you can’t do that,” she was frightened again.

“Oh, but I can. You will get the tape on Saturday if you do as you’re told so it doesn’t really matter what is on the tape now does it?”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to get out of it. Here she was kneeling naked on his floor whilst he was sitting still fully dressed, and he had the incriminating videotape. There was nothing she could do; he didn’t really need this deal; he had all the cards. Stephanie could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate once again as she thought about her predicament. All she could do was fight a rear-guard action.

Dropping her eyes submissively, “You promise that you’ll be fair? You won’t force me to cum, will you?”

“Oh I won’t force you to cum. However, you will be teased until you’re near to the edge, and you’ll have to concentrate hard so that you won’t cum, but I promise that it will be completely in your control whether you cum or not. Does that satisfy you?”

Stephanie, feeling her exhaustion, had no fight left in her and she just nodded her head.

“Good girl, I knew that you had it in you. And remember, ‘no orgasms’ means ‘no orgasms’ – so no sneaking off to the ladies’ room whilst you’re at work for a quickie! I’ll be able to tell, you know that don’t you?” Stephanie just nodded in answer.

Jim stood and walked over to a low sideboard and picked up two black straps that Stephanie realised, as he stepped back towards her, were leather cuffs. Squatting behind her, Jim grasped her wrists and fastened the cuffs on her. “Now, we need to stop your naughty little fingers from letting you down.” With that, she heard a click and he’d fastened the cuffs together. Her hands were now stuck behind her back.

“There, that should keep you on the straight and narrow,” he chuckled. Stephanie, knowing that it was fruitless, tested the bonds anyway and as expected found that she couldn’t free her hands.

He walked around her and stopped in front of her. “Well,” he continued, “your display of lust has really got me hot. You’ve had your pleasure, now I think it’s time for me to have mine.”

Stephanie watched the bulge in the front of Jim’s jeans as he unbuckled his belt. He undid the button and pulled down the zip. Soon she was confronted by his naked, erect cock and she knew what she had to do. In moments, her mouth engulfed him. She’d given blow jobs before, indeed she’d sucked Jim’s cock just a couple of days ago, but she’d always been able to use her hands. This was a completely new experience for her. She couldn’t guide it to her mouth and instead she had to manoeuvre her head instead. She alternated between taking him into her mouth and kissing and licking the head and shaft of his cock. She kept wanting to grip it, and she realised that her normal technique was as much wanking as fellatio. She found this much harder, and every now and then she’d almost gag as she misjudged it and his cock bounced against the back of her mouth. It took her much longer than she’d thought it would, but eventually he came, flooding her mouth. Knowing what was expected of her, she quickly gulped it down, swallowing as much as she could; but without her hands to help her and to guide Jim’s prick she found cum splattering around her mouth and chin. She couldn’t even wipe it off.

“Please, sir, can I clean my face?” She looked up from her kneeling position at his face, towering above her, trying to indicate her fastened hands.

“Oh,” Jim smiled down at her, “I think that you look lovely as you are. Besides, it will be a lesson for you to swallow every drop. Your technique leaves a lot to be desired. We’ll have to work on it, don’t you think?”

Knowing that he would brook no dispute, she just answered, “yes sir.”

Jim gently directed her to shuffle over to kneel beside the sofa that he sat down in.

“Now, after all that exertion, we’ll watch a bit of TV before we get you set up for the night.”

Stephanie didn’t know what he had planned for her, but felt sure that it would challenge her once more. Everything they did seemed to stretch her experience and limits, almost to breaking point.

The television flickered to life and Stephanie realised that it wasn’t showing the normal network fare and instead it was showing a porn movie. What’s more, it was a bondage movie.

“Now, be a good girl, keep quiet and watch the movie.” Jim gently stroked her head, almost like one would stroke a cat or a dog, as he spoke.

She found herself becoming enthralled by the images on the television. Her pussy was wet once more. Stephanie wanted to reach down between her legs to stroke herself; with her hands fastened behind her though there was no way to relieve herself. She knew that this was exactly the position Jim wanted her to be in. She now knew that he’d tease her mercilessly from then until Saturday and she knew that she had to hold out, had to triumph, since the alternative was just too horrifying to contemplate. That helped put some steel in her resolve. She found herself pushing her shoulders back, pushing out her breasts a bit further and moving her knees even wider apart. ‘I will do this, and I will succeed.’

The screen showed scene after scene of women tied in various poses and teased, more often than not, to orgasm. Despite her huge orgasm from earlier, Stephanie’s excitement was building again. She knew that she’d have to deny herself. Part of her wanted to look away from the screen so that she could contain her excitement, but she also knew that that would not be playing the game. He’d told her to watch the movie. If she didn’t then she’d be being disobedient. Beside, he might take that as breaking their agreement and she’d loose the tape forever.

She was suddenly brought back to the real world from her musing when Jim reached out and rubbed his knuckles across the smooth skin of her breast.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she admitted at last truthfully.

Jim, tweaking her hard nipple, just said “Good”, and sat back smiling contentedly. Stephanie felt herself blush, and felt glad that she’d pleased him.

When the movie finished, Stephanie realised that it was quite late. Jim switched off the TV and turned to her. She expected him to take her to the door and let her get dressed and go. She felt tired, it had been an exhausting evening. Instead Jim walked to the stairs.

“You’ll stay here tonight so that I can be sure that you don’t masturbate. In the morning I’ll take you back to your flat to get changed for work and then drop you off at the office.” Stephanie was stunned, she hadn’t agreed to that, but knew that if she wanted the tape she would have to go along with it. With her hands fastened behind her back she struggled to her feet and followed him meekly.

Jim led her into the bathroom and only then removed her cuffs, freeing her hands.

“Use the facilities and take a shower,” he gestured towards the toilet and shower cubicle. “I’ll just watch to make sure that you’re a good girl.”

‘This is too humiliating, no-one has ever watched me use the toilet. It is too much to ask!’ Stephanie was shocked at what he’d suggested. ‘But I agreed to follow his instructions until Saturday. What have I let myself in for? Why did I ever strip for him at the barbecue? That’s where all this started.’

“Please sir, I promise I’ll be good. You can’t expect me to..., you know what...,” she pointed at the lavatory, “while you watch?”

“Oh yes I can, and you will..., ‘you know what’,” he imitated her weak voice. “You won’t get another opportunity until morning: I won’t have you running around in the middle of the night.”

Stephanie, blushing deeply, gingerly sat down on the lavatory. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jim while she did her business. It was the most humbling experience of her life. No matter what she’d let Jim do to her so far, this was the worst. It wasn’t even sexual – at least everything else had turned her on – this was just humiliating.

He just stood there watching as she went through her routine. She was self conscious the whole time. She kept telling herself that he’d seen everything she had, that he’d already touched her treasures and watched her at her most vulnerable moment, when she came, but still having him watch her in this most mundane and usually private moment seemed somehow much more embarrassing.

She normally luxuriated in the shower, but this time it was much more perfunctory, like when she was in the showers at the gym. She used a new toothbrush, which he produced for her when she asked.

Finally done, he showed her to a bedroom, following closely behind her. It was the guest room. She’d assumed that they’d share a bed, but clearly he didn’t have sex in mind. Jim pulled the duvet from the bed and told her lie down. Feeling a little nervous, she did as he said.

“Put your hands above your head.” He said it gently, soothing her and placating her worry.

Not sure where this was going she placed her arms at the head of the bed. Then softly grasping Stephanie’s left wrist, he fastened it to a cuff that he pulled out from behind the bed-frame. Next he did the same with her right wrist. All the while, he was quietly saying, “good girl”, “I’m very pleased with you” and “you’re doing very well.”

When he’d finished, he told her “this is to just to make sure that there is no clandestine frigging young lady.”

Stephanie blushed, and then watched in surprise as he fastened her legs wide apart too. “And we wouldn’t want you rubbing these delicious thighs together either would we.” Jim stroked his hand along her legs to reinforce what he said.

With her firmly secured to the bed, he began to lightly tickle her inner thigh.

“Now before I say goodnight,” he said, “since you’re learning to control your orgasms I think I need to give you your next lesson – so that you have something to think about during the night.” Jim slipped his hand right to her sensitive crotch and began to stroke her warm, moist flesh.

Stephanie, realising where this was going could only plead with him. “Please don’t, I’ve done what you asked. You promised not to make me cum.”

“Oh, but I won’t. Not if you learn your lesson and control yourself; but as they say, ‘practice makes perfect’.” Stephanie just moaned as his thumb slid right over her engorged nub.

Jim spent the next twenty minutes or so teasing her. He was true to his word and never pushed her over the edge but Stephanie needed all of her concentration and willpower to prevent herself from succumbing to his skilled touch. She found herself thrashing on the bed, her wrists and ankles straining against the padded cuffs that held her fast; her hips pumping up and down as he assaulted her cunt; and her head shaking from side to side as groan and moan after groan and moan escaped from her panting mouth.

At last when she felt could take no more, when she was almost ready to forget about the tape and just feel her release, he stopped.

“Goodnight slut, sweet dreams.”

“Oh, you can’t do this to me, you can’t leave me like this.”

“But of course I can. You’re here to learn a lesson: that your orgasms are mine to give or deny. If I decide to leave you unsatisfied then you will be unsatisfied and you’ll like it. Besides, I know that you love it, that you know that your orgasm, whenever I decide you should have it, will be better because of this denial.”

She knew that he was right, but it still didn’t help her in her moment of need.

Jim just threw the duvet over her body, switched out the light and was gone; the door closed behind him. Stephanie could do nothing other than just lay there breathing deeply as she tried to calm down from her ‘almost orgasm’.

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 6 – Teased

By Rilawild

Stephanie awoke horny. She could only remember glimpses of her dreams, but that was enough to tell her that all of them had been erotic in one form or another. Then she felt it, it was what had woken her up. For a second time in this house, she found that she’d been roused by Jim touching her.

Still bound to the bed, all the woman could do was open her eyes and see what her sensitive flesh was already telling her. Jim knelt besides her bed, her prison. He’d slid a hand beneath the duvet and whilst she couldn’t see what it was doing, her pussy told her all she needed to know.

“Good morning, slut.” Jim appeared in a happy mood. “We’ll just get you nice and warmed up before I get you out of bed. I know how much you like masturbating in bed in the morning; but since you’re a guest in my house it only seems fitting that you don’t have to ‘do-it-yourself’, it comes on the house – call it room service if you like.”

Now that she was awake, he began to touch her earnest. Stephanie, remembering the night before and the state he’d left her in before switching off the light, let out a groan. She knew that he’d get her hot and bothered, but not let her cum. ‘Well,’ she mused, ‘it will be my choice though, won’t it? He’ll give me the opportunity to cum if I want. That’s the worst thing about this. I could cum, but if I do then he’ll keep the taaaapppppe...’ Jim had just lightly squeezed her clitoris, and she couldn’t finish her thoughts, being suddenly consumed by her building lust.

As she’d feared, he teased her close to orgasm and kept her there, not quite going far enough to force an orgasm from her aroused body, but also never backing off enough for her to catch her breath and take stock. He watched her closely, looking for the signs of her impending orgasm so that he could play her body like a virtuoso.

For minute after minute he caressed her expertly, and for minute after minute she gritted her teeth unwilling to give in and loose the tape. Then, as he did the night before, he just stopped.

“Good girl, you are learning nicely. I could see the concentration in your face as you did your best to hold back. I’m proud of you.” He’d removed his slimy hand from beneath the covers and then to Stephanie’s surprise he held it up to her face.

“Be a good girl and clean my fingers for me – you’re awfully wet.” She turned her face away. ‘Isn’t it enough that you masturbate me whilst I’m tied down, now you want me to clean my juices from your fingers.’ She didn’t dare say her thoughts to his face though.

“Now, now. Don’t be naughty, you’ve been doing so well, don’t spoil it now,” and with that he wiped his fingers across her lips, smearing them with her secretions. Tied to the bed as she was, there was no escape. She could smell herself on him. At last she gave in and opened her lips and let his fingers into her mouth. “Lick them.” His order was given with a gentle tone of voice, but she knew that if she didn’t follow them his tone would soon change.

Once she’d cleaned his fingers to his satisfaction, he dried them on the bed sheet.

“I suppose that I could have wiped them on the sheet, no doubt it will need cleaning after you’ve leaked on them all night. Oh well, it wouldn’t have been as pleasant a way to clean them though.”

Next, Jim moved and unfastened her legs and then her wrists. Stephanie flexed her muscles and was standing besides him in an instant.

“Now, if you’re to get to work on time we’ll have to hurry. Run along now to the bathroom and get ready.” He slapped her bottom to reinforce his instruction, and Stephanie did indeed find herself jogging to the bathroom with her tits bouncing. Jim followed her at a more steady pace. She realised that he’d supervise her ablutions again and her now familiar embarrassment returned.

After a light breakfast, which Stephanie found herself preparing for both of them and eating in the nude, he ushered her into the hallway to get dressed.

“Come along, I’ll drive – you give me directions to your flat.” Jim swung her car keys, he’d obviously found them in her handbag. She’d forgotten what he’d said the night before, expecting them to part ways here. However, he was not going to let her off that lightly. He’d make sure that she had no opportunity for ‘play’ before ‘work’.

Stephanie felt a little more confident with her clothes on, but of course without any underwear since she hadn’t worn any the previous night. However, she didn’t feel that she could argue with him either about him taking her to work, or about him taking her keys – she’d allowed herself to be captured in a compromising position and she had to work through that. She felt that she was losing control. What had started as a fun and sexy game on Sunday had turned to a much more serious proposition. Stephanie, though, knew that she’d been more aroused over the last few days than at any other time in her life.

‘If I can hold out until Saturday, then we’ll be even again and I can take back control of my life and see where our relationship goes from there.’ She was fearful though about what would happen over the next few days. At the same time her cunt was telling her that the roller-coaster of her time with Jim was something that she had to ride; she didn’t want it to stop.

As she got into the car, he told her to flip up the back of her skirt. “I know that you’ve been practising, you told me yesterday.” Stephanie remembered gasping out some of the games she’d played for on-line dominants. This was one of the more embarrassing ones she’d had to do away from the privacy of her computer. Her skirt raised, she lowered her bare pussy onto the seat. When she’d done this before she’d been wearing panties, and so she found another ratchet notched up on her road to submission.

“Masturbate for me while I drive, and remember no cumming.”

‘Oh, it gets worse. How can I do that in the car?’

“What if someone sees me?” She asked plaintively.

“Don’t worry – no-one will see you, and besides your skirt will hide what you’re doing.”

Stephanie wasn’t convinced, but did slip her hand between her thighs under her skirt. She began to stroke herself. Embarrassment washed over her; she could feel her juices coating her thighs and knew that there would be a wet patch on the upholstery when she got out. After a few minutes, her arousal, having never really died down since she’d awoken, was motoring back towards orgasm highway. ‘Oh god, I’ve got to hold back, I can’t cum now.’

“Please, can I stop? I’m getting close to cumming.”

“You may slow down, but keep your fingers on your cunt.”

Stephanie moaned and obeyed him. She kept away from her pulsing clitoris and just stroked her soaking labia. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps as she concentrated hard on keeping herself contained.

She was relieved when he pulled up at her block and she was allowed to stop touching herself, get out and smooth down her skirt. She could feel that her pussy was puffed up with arousal and her juices soaked her crotch completely. She hoped she’d be able to calm down at work, but she was afraid that her body would betray her.

Once they were inside her small flat, Jim surprised her: “Strip; I’m extending the rule about being naked in my home to include being naked in your flat, though I’ll let you wear clothes if you have guests who don’t know about you.”

Stephanie, feeling her heart rate increase, followed his instructions and shed her few clothes. It brought a strange feeling to be commanded to be naked in her flat. She rarely spent time nude at home, she would normally wear a robe after her shower and sleep in a t-shirt and panties. Now she stood naked in her hallway. It was a different feeling from when she was naked at Jim’s house. There she only spent time living in her fantasies and so being naked almost seemed normal, though she knew that it still embarrassed her. Here though she felt a conflict between her normal and fantasy lives, a blurring of the line. The hallway was so familiar, so comfortable, and yet seeing herself nude in the mirror where she normally checked herself before leaving home seemed wrong.

“Right then,” Jim announced. “Let’s pack you some clothes for the week. Is this the bedroom?” He walked to the end of hall and opened the door to her bedroom. Stephanie trailed behind him and found him looking through her wardrobe. She stood just inside the door, eyes looking down at her feet.

“Slut, get me a case. You’ll need clothes for work for the rest of the week and something for the weekend.” He threw a blouse onto her bed as he spoke. Stephanie knelt down, feeling her breasts jiggling beneath her, and pulled out her small suitcase from under the bed.

Jim sorted through her clothes and the ones he picked he packed in the case. Finally, he handed her a blouse and skirt.

“You’ll wear these today,” he announced and Stephanie was relieved that they were clothes that she often wore to work. She’d half expected him to want to dress her in her most revealing ‘partying’ clothes.

He picked up a few of pairs of shoes, all of them with heels. She usually only wore heels when she went out in the evening, typically wearing flats to work. Stephanie wondered what everyone at work would think of her outfit.

“You’ve probably guessed, you won’t be wearing any underwear this week,” he confirmed her fears. “Now get your toiletries and I think we’re finished.”

Just before they left, he allowed her to dress in her blouse, skirt and shoes. She felt exposed as they walked to the car and wasn’t sure how she would get through the day. She was most conscious of her free breasts, no-one would notice that she was without panties, but people would notice that she’d chosen not to wear a bra if they looked closely. ‘I’ll have to try and stay as still as possible so that they don’t jiggle.’

She had to masturbate again on the way to the office, and now she feared that it would be her aroma that would betray her rather than her erect nipples. So the first thing she did when she reached her building, after he’d dropped her off with an admonishment not to masturbate or cum, was to spend five minutes in the ladies’ room trying to clean her juices from her crotch and dry her tender pussy. Stephanie sprayed herself with perfume and hoped that that would be enough to disguise her musky scent.

Her day was a strange mixture, she’d sometimes catch herself and realise that she’d been day dreaming about what Jim had done to her and what it might lead to. Other times she’d have managed to immerse herself in some work and then she’d lean over to pick up her stapler or hole-punch and felt her naked breasts move within her blouse and her arousal would come flooding back.

At least, she thought at lunchtime, she’d managed to get more work done than the previous day. Samantha had checked in on her to see if she was feeling better and she thought that she’d persuaded her that she was okay. Stephanie hoped that Samantha hadn’t noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t sure how she’d explain that away if asked.

During the afternoon she continued in her strange combination of hard work and intense moments of arousal. At one point she considered masturbating, but decided that she couldn’t trust herself to lie convincingly to Jim and so remained frustrated.

Jim had taken her car with him after he’d dropped her off, so at the end of the day all she could do was wait for him in reception. She was nervous that someone would ask her why she was there when she normally left immediately, or if they saw Jim picking her up ask her who he was. ‘What would Samantha say if she saw me with him?’

No one said anything though, most seemed pre-occupied themselves as they hurried out the office too caught in their own worlds to worry about hers; and luckily there was no-one around when he picked her up.

Without being told to, she sat on her bare bottom again and it only took a glance from Jim for her slide her hand between her slick thighs to begin to caress herself as he drove across town to his house. Stephanie had felt aroused all day, but the humiliation of masturbating in the car again brought her to new heights.

Jim helped her out of the car and made a point of taking her right hand. He lifted it to his face and smiled at her. Stephanie just blushed. He was breathing in her scent. Even though she knew that anyone walking past his relatively secluded driveway wouldn’t realise that her hand was covered in her sticky juices, she was terribly embarrassed.

“Good. You smell absolutely wonderful. Let’s go inside.” He led her by her hand into the house. As normal, she undressed immediately and crawled after him along the hallway. ‘How can I consider this normal,’ she though to herself.

“Stand for inspection, slut,” Jim commanded as he picked up her cuffs. Stephanie scrambled into position as quickly as possible, and then decided to spread her legs even wider before he had an opportunity to tell her off. “Good girl,” he praised, “you’re beginning to learn.”

Jim slid his hand between her legs and began to gentle stroke her. “You’re so nice and wet. You’re hot and ready, eh?” Stephanie feeling her embarrassment rise, her face and chest flush and her heart begin to pound in her chest, just nodded.

“Now look me in the eyes and tell me about whether you masturbated or came at work.”

Stephanie, nervously raised her eyes to meet his. ‘Oh, I knew I wouldn’t be able lie to him. I’m so glad I wasn’t disobedient.’

“Please sir, I’ve been good. I haven’t played with myself or cum. I promise.” She knew that she sounded pathetic, almost like a child promising to do her chores. Jim stood there implacably looking deeply into her eyes, into her soul. She felt more naked than she thought possible as he studied her intensely.

“How many times did you think about masturbating,” he asked at last.

“Two or three, I don’t really remember sir. Today passed in a bit of a blur. I knew though that I wouldn’t be able to lie to you so I wasn’t able to do it.”

“You wanted to though, didn’t you?”

“Oh yes, I was so wet and horny. If you hadn’t forbidden it, I’m sure that I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”

A smile spread across Jim’s face as she told him about her feeling and desperate need to cum.

“Excellent, You are learning your lessons. Without the discipline that you’ve learned over the last couple of days you would have given in to your naughty urges and embarrassed yourself at work.” He continued to manipulate her swollen lips, but Stephanie was grateful that he didn’t caress her clitoris. She wasn’t sure that she had enough willpower at that moment to keep from cumming if he did.

“Now, lets get these cuffs on. Then we can think about dinner.” He took each of her hands from behind her neck and buckled on the cuffs. Next he picked up another couple and this time fastened them onto her ankles. He didn’t fasten the cuffs together though, leaving her movement unrestricted, for the moment.

He instructed her to make them both dinner: simple chicken breasts and vegetables. When she came to serve the meal Jim had set two places next to each other, but only one chair. When he motioned for her to kneel beside him she felt her pussy contract as she recognised a familiar theme from fantasies and stories she’d read. He clipped her cuffs together behind her back and then proceeded to eat his own meal. Every now and then, he’d cut a morsel from her plate and feed her. She felt completely humiliated to be treated like this, but very turned on. It was as if he were treating her as a child, or a helpless invalid, or even worse she thought, a faithful pet.

After he’d finished his meal, he sat and leisurely drank his wine, pausing momentarily to feed her a little more between sips. All she had to drink was still water which he held to her lips between mouthfuls. The only conversation, if it could be called that, was him praising her for being a good girl and telling her that he was proud of her. Part of her realised that he was using positive re-enforcement to help her accept his training, and she wasn’t sure that it wasn’t working since she felt good to be doing his bidding. However, she thought that even without his praise she’d be happy to kneel here and eat out of his hand purely because of the sensations that were emanating from her vagina.

After the meal, she cleared up and set the dishwasher. She was glad, at least, that he didn’t make her wash the dishes manually. Then, Jim, clearly contented, took her back into the living room and helped her into the ‘present’ position.

“Since I enjoyed that meal so much, I think you deserve a little reward.” So saying, he began to masturbate her from behind. Stephanie was soon gasping as he circled and circled her clitoris. Then she felt something hard nudge at her lips. It became a little more insistent and she knew then that it was a dildo. It began its inexorable journey into her as she began to push back against the pressure he applied. The faux-cock was larger than she’d expected and it soon felt like it was filling her to bursting; however she was so wet that it had forced it way inside her with relative ease.

Jim began then to slide it back out, all the while continuing to caress her clitoris with his other hand. In moments it was almost withdrawn, with just its bulbous head remaining within her and that was the signal for him to push it back into her pussy. This time its journey was much faster. Before long the thick penis was fucking her solidly and she was responding with glee. Stephanie was very vocal and with each stroke she’d let out a high-powered yell as she abandoned herself to the sensations.

She was really getting into it and racing towards her denied orgasm when she was brought to a rude halt as he stopped with a final mighty thrust of the dildo into her tender flesh.

“Now, remember no cumming without permission! I think that that is enough for now, we don’t want you boiling over, just nicely simmering.” Stephanie just groaned, remembering their bargain and collapsed onto the rug frustrated now more than ever with the dildo still embedded firmly within her.

He allowed her to calm down for a few minutes, but didn’t allow her to remove the dildo when she reached for it. When her breathing had returned to normal, well as close to normal as she was ever going to get in her current condition, he ordered her into her kneeling position, but told her to hold the cock within her.

“You look very beautiful my dear.” Jim caressed her face as he spoke and brushed some of her sweat soaked hair away from her eyes. “Now, last night you showed that you needed a lot more practice at fellatio, so I think we’ll dedicate our next session to that.”

Stephanie expected him to take his cock out immediately for her to service, but instead he leaned over behind the sofa to pick something up. She paled visibility as she saw it was a tripod with his video-camera on it. “I think this is an excellent opportunity to add footage to your tape.”

“P-please, don’t,” Stephanie whimpered knowing that she would not change his mind. In a few moments she saw the little red record light come on and he returned to stand in front of her.

“Today’s lesson slut,” she realised that he was playing up to the camera, “is for you to learn how to perform fellatio. Your current ability is woefully lacking as you demonstrated last night. Firstly undo my jeans.” Jim stood in front of her waiting for her to begin. Stephanie, a little nervous, did as he said, and then followed his instructions as he told her to free his penis.

“Now, ask me if you may worship my cock.”

She was a little surprised, but she decided that it was probably fitting that she ask to him to allow her to do this.

“Please sir, may I worship your cock? May I give you a blow-job?”

“Yes, slut, that would please me. Now gently caress it and my balls.” She began to follow his instructions. “Lightly kiss the head.” Stephanie bent forward and did as she was told. “Okay, I want you to begin to gently lick the glans and the frenulum: that’s the strip of skin between the glans and the shaft on the underside. Yes, that’s it,” he groaned as Stephanie’s tongue found the right spot.

“Take the head into your mouth, and remember the cardinal rule is to keep those teeth away from it.” Stephanie found that she was eager to learn and as she wrapped her mouth around the end of his cock she looked up at his face from her kneeling position.

Jim instructed her over the next few minutes about how to perform a basic blow-job.

“Good girl, you’re learning; though I think you’ll need a lot of practice.” He gave a little laugh knowing on whom she’d be practising.

Next he began to prepare her for deep-throating by teaching her how to hold her head and neck and how to use her tongue and open her throat. He told her a couple of techniques to help prevent her gagging. Stephanie found this the most difficult, but she did her best even though she didn’t succeed in taking him into her throat. Jim didn’t seem too disappointed though, which encouraged her.

“Now then, I want you to bring me to orgasm and then swallow as much as you can. Like last night, any that you don’t swallow will remain on you for the rest of the evening.” Stephanie redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around his glans and applying a soft suction. Before long he announced that he was about to come and she locked her lips around him and flicked him with her tongue. She felt Jim stiffen and with a quick jerk of his hips he came, quickly filling her mouth with his sperm. She gulped and gulped and proudly swallowed every drop.

“A very good start,” Jim said as he recovered. “Now be gentle, at this point my cock is very sensitive; stop sucking and use your tongue lightly to clean up the remaining cum.” When she’d finished, Jim pulled up and fastened his jeans.

“Slut, your first lesson has gone well. I want you to practice though. Take out your toy and you can spend the rest of the evening sucking on that.”

Stephanie moaned as she slipped the wet dildo from her vagina and then brought it up to her lips. Her cunt felt empty without it. As Jim watched she began to kiss and lick her juices from the dildo, and after a few minutes, when it was clear that she was enjoying playing with the plastic cock, he switched off the camcorder and put it away.

Stephanie found herself relishing her taste as she sucked and licked the shaft. Jim sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine and began to absent-mindedly flick through it, ignoring the naked girl practising her fellatio skills as she knelt before him. She told herself that he couldn’t spend all of his time teaching her skills that she ought to know already, and she redoubled her efforts. She concentrated on what he’d told her when she’d worked on his real cock instead of this plastic one. She hoped that when she had another chance to give him a blow job that he’d be pleased with her progress. As she thought on this, she felt how hard her nipples had become and could feel her labia were swollen.

‘Oh, what a slut I’ve become. I would never have done this a week ago.’ Her vagina’s lips were parted and she knew that her juice was glistening on them and around her whole crotch. It took all of her willpower not to reach down between her legs and touch them. ‘I’m sooo turned on. I never thought being such a slut would be so hot.’

Stephanie worked on the cock, absorbed in her task, for a good hour. She practised licking it as she’d been taught, and working it at the back of her mouth, hoping to learn how to get passed her gag reflex. She couldn’t work it out though and wanted to interrupt Jim to ask for more instruction but decided that he’d be angry to be disturbed.

Eventually though, Jim did put down his magazine and watched Stephanie concentrating hard on her task for a few moments.

“I think that’s enough for now,” he announced. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Just like the previous evening, Stephanie found herself bound to her bed after the humiliating experience of using the bathroom in front of Jim. And just like the previous evening, Jim placed his hand between her legs and caressed her to the brink of orgasm again.

‘If he keeps this up, there is no way that I can possibly hold out until Saturday. I’ve got to try though since that tape now has my blow job lesson on it too.’

Jim worked his fingers against her clitoris. Stephanie screwed her eyes shut and concentrated as hard as she could on staying calm, on holding back her orgasm. Jim reacted by reaching out and gripping her left nipple.

“That’s it. Hold it back. I know it’s difficult, but you don’t have permission to cum. I know that you can do it.” Jim squeezed her nipple and then twisted it slightly. It drove Stephanie wild. The pain in her nipple didn’t seem to register, she could only feel the pleasure pulsing out from her clitoris. Stephanie strained against her bonds, her body arched like a bow, all her muscled tensed and her head bent right back.

Through gritted teeth she begged him, “Please stop, please I can’t take any more. I’m going to cum.” Stephanie pleaded with him again and again to stop his teasing.

“Just a moment or two more,” he replied. He twisted her other nipple and Stephanie let out a throaty moan of pure pleasure. “Hold on, hold on,” Jim urged. Stephanie felt like she was going to explode if he didn’t stop soon, but he kept her at the edge for a final long moment before withdrawing his hands.

She lay there panting, knowing that she’d succeeded again. He caressed her thigh in long slow gentle strokes.

“Excellent, you held out very well there. You’re learning so well, and if you can keep this up until Saturday you’ll get your reward. Now get some sleep.”

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 7 – Hogtied

By Rilawild

Thursday and Friday followed a similar pattern to Wednesday. Stephanie was awoken each morning by a masturbation session. Then naked, she would make breakfast for the two of them. She still felt self-conscious to be walking around his house in the nude and especially when she was doing mundane activities like brewing coffee and making toast.

Once breakfast was over, Jim would pick out her clothes for the day but she would only be allowed to dress just before he drove her to work.

During the day, Stephanie spent her time intensely aroused but didn’t give in and masturbate. She even found herself working harder than usual in order to try and keep her mind off her burning pussy.

After work, Jim picked her up and when they reached his house she would strip naked again. Their evenings were spent with Stephanie alternating between finding herself being aroused, practising fellatio and performing submissive acts for him, most of which had some portion filmed as he continued to add footage to her tape. Finally she’d be put in the familiar bondage on her bed, where once more Jim would work her to a frenzy before leaving her to try to get to sleep.

By Saturday morning, Stephanie could see the light at the end of the tunnel and was sure that she’d succeed with their bet and would get the incriminating tape. She’d woken before Jim came to unbind her, perhaps it was her excitement at finally being allowed to orgasm, or maybe Jim was having a lay-in. There was no clock so she didn’t know what time it was.

Even though Jim hadn’t woken her using caresses, her labia were wet and swollen. She needed to be touched. She needed to cum, but there was no chance of that until she was untied.

‘Oh sir, you’ve got to let me cum when you touch me this morning. I’ve made it to Saturday and kept to our agreement, I’ve shown control, haven’t I?’

She thought through everything that she could say to Jim, every argument she could present, to be allowed her much needed orgasm. As she contemplated she tried to squeeze her legs together, she needed to get some relief, but her bound ankles wouldn’t budge – Jim had known what he was doing when he fastened her here.

Stephanie’s mind continued to swim and she only succeeding in fuelling her excitement. She found her thoughts returning to the last few days and she laughed to herself when she thought of her naivety. It had taken her until Thursday to realise that Jim hadn’t been to the restaurant all week.

“Sir, may I ask a question?” She’d been nervous. She’d bared her soul to him but she knew little about his life. “When do you work at the restaurant?”

She’d been wondering why he wasn’t away working each evening. Part of her wanted him to have resigned or to have been sacked so that she could spend time with him each evening; another part of her fearing that he was perhaps just on vacation and would return to work the next week, ending their game; yet another part thought that she ought to be returning to her old life or at least slowing down the roller-coaster ride of this new exciting one and that Jim working each evening might allow that.

He’d just laughed at first and reached out to caress her naked breast, lightly tweaking her sensitive nipple.

“Oh you lovely little sub, I can just see the conflict in your eyes.”

Stephanie hadn’t realised that she was that obvious, that the quiver in her voice would give away so much.

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of time for you and your lessons.” Jim had reached up and tickled her behind her ear. “I don’t work in the restaurant. On the contrary, I own it. I was filling in the night you played your naughty little game ’cause of staff illness.”

After that he’d tested how she was coming (or not as the case may be) along with her control lessons. When he’d used a vibrator to expertly tease her, he’d told her how pleased he was with her, that she was making excellent progress and that just a few days earlier she wouldn’t have been able hold out this long. Stephanie’s brow had furrowed and her face screwed up, she couldn’t have answered him because her teeth were gritted through her concentration.

Afterwards, he’d told her she had done so well that she’d earned some clothes for Friday evening. Her heart had leapt, and she’d been embarrassed to realise that it wasn’t that she’d be clothed, no it was his praise that had brought the warm feeling to her belly.

She’d been so happy that she hadn’t thought twice about obeying when he’d begun to put her through her position exercises again, only this time in front of the camera.

Stephanie remembered how she hadn’t complained the next morning when the skirt he’d given her was shorter than she’d ever worn to work before, and the blouse was a sexy thin one she normally only wore on nights out. She hadn’t complained because she’d remembered his promise that she’d get to wear them that evening as well.

She’d felt self conscious at work. The skirt was way too short to wear without the confidence that panties brought and the blouse was much too thin to wear without a bra. In fact she’d bought it precisely because it was thin and slightly sheer; it would show off a hint of her lacy bras and camisoles, it gave her a thrill to know that everyone could admire her lingerie. Without a bra though, she’d known that her dark and hard nipples were visible. The only comments she’d had though from her colleagues were compliments that she looked very nice and questions about whether she had a new boyfriend that she was dressing up to impress.

Embarrassed as she’d felt to be wearing those clothes to work, she’d known that other women there often wore more revealing or tighter clothes.

Her hopes had been dashed when they got back after work on Friday and he’d told her to strip as usual.

“But sir,” she’d stammered. “You promised me clothes this evening,” she’d questioned even as she’d removed her blouse.

“Now now,” he admonished, “you didn’t really think you’d be wearing your frumpy work clothes did you? No, I have something much more sexy for you.”

Jim had led her into the living room and presented her with a collection of silky and lacy material and a pair of, what looked to her, very high heels. When she’d sorted through the clothes her heart had fallen as she’d realised that it only consisted of what looked like a corset and accessories. This was confirmed as he’d helped her to dress.

The corset hadn’t been so much to shrink her waist; it simply accentuated her naked breasts and highlighted that she wore no panties, especially when her pubic triangle had been framed by suspenders and stockings. Stephanie had found it extremely difficult to stand in the five inch heels he’d buckled onto her feet. A pair of lace gloves had encased her hands and forearms. Finally he’d placed a black velvet choker around her neck.

“Well don’t you look lovely?” He’d admired her as she stood there.

Stephanie had thought it was embarrassing to be naked in front of a dressed man, but it had been worse to be only wearing that skimpy lingerie. She’d felt more exposed than when she had been naked. Her pussy and breasts were completely uncovered and she’d known that they would draw anyone’s attention, that her ‘clothes’ had just made their nakedness more obvious.

Then he’d introduced her to the hogtie.

She had been a little anxious when he’d produced the ball-gag. She’d seen gags before, but had never worn one. He’d coaxed her to accept it, telling her how beautiful gagged women looked, and how wonderful it would be for her to wear it for him. All the while he’d stroked her exposed pussy – she was so used to him touching her by then that she didn’t think twice about opening her legs to allow him access. Eventually he’d brought the red ball up to her lips. Then with a practised ease he’d applied a little extra pressure to her clitoris and as she’d gasped he’d gently pulled down on her chin with his other hand had pushed the ball into her mouth. Stephanie’s eyes had widened and she’d stared at Jim but hadn’t baulked. Her jaw had opened wide and the shiny red ball had slipped behind her teeth; the strain in her jaw had lessened slightly as she’d been able to close her mouth around the ball. He’d pulled the straps behind her head and had fastened the gag in place.

Then he’d helped her to her feet. Stephanie had been still uncomfortable in the heels and had needed his assistance to stand and get her legs far enough apart to please him.

Jim had taken a length of rope, doubled it and wrapped it around her waist over the corset. He’d threaded the ends through the loop in the centre, pulled the rope tight around her waist and had allowed the ends to hang down in front of her. Stephanie had felt nervous as he’d guided her to lay down on her front on top of the low coffee-table. He’d taken the ends of the rope and pulled them up snugly against her bare vagina, spreading her labia to allow the lines to lay in her furrow. She’d been able to feel the ends being threaded behind her waist rope.

Stephanie had read about crotch ropes but had never worn one before then and she’d felt both very excited and very nervous about her position.

“Give me your hands,” Jim had said. Stephanie, having had an idea what was coming, did as she’d been told. He’d taken each wrist in turn and buckled on her cuffs. Then he’d clipped the cuffs together behind her back.

He’d followed this by fastening another pair of cuffs to her ankles and then connecting them too.

Stephanie had been a little concerned as she’d felt a pull on the crotch rope as he’d done something with the ends of the rope and her wrist cuffs. He’d fussed at her bound wrists and then at her connected feet. Then with a pull she’d felt a tug on both her wrists and ankles and more importantly to her she’d felt the rope squeeze tightly against her pussy.

Stephanie had grunted into her gag as Jim had used the length of rope to draw her ankles up towards her wrists. She’d felt her freedom of movement begin to be restricted more and more as her body had begun to arch. Her shoulders had begun to ache and she’d known that they’d be screaming at her for release soon afterwards. Her knees had bent more and she’d thought she couldn’t take any more, but another tug and her body had obeyed. Jim hadn’t finished there though; her hands and feet had got another four inches closer together before he’d tied off the rope.

She’d been glad that the rope at her crotch must have been tied off at her wrists because as he’d tugged, the pressure on her cunt hadn’t cut her in two – though as her body arched and her hands were drawn up away from her bottom the crotch rope had dug in and rubbed more and more. Stephanie had felt the rope sliding against her wet flesh and to her shame she’d known that she’d been trying to buck against her bounds to get more friction against the rope.

Jim had then moved onto her long hair. He’d put it into a ponytail and Stephanie had felt him plaiting her hair. She’d only realised that he’d plaited a cord into her hair when he’d pulled on it, lifting her head. He’d fastened it off at her wrists leaving her with her head pulled back painfully.

Stephanie had though that her bondage was complete, after all what else could he have done she’d thought to herself. She’d been wrong of course and in a few moment she’d felt him fastening cuffs just below her knees and then push her knees apart. Finally he’d attached a bar between the cuffs that had stopped her from closing her knees.

Her muscles had begun to ache as she’d lain bound and gagged on the table. Jim, as she’d dreaded but expected, had picked up the video camera and begun to film her in her humiliating and helpless position. Her body had been bent into a painful bow. Her hair had forced her to look ahead and meant that she’d been unable to hide her gagged face from Jim’s view as he’d brought the camera in for a close-up.

As he’d stepped around her, Stephanie had known that her widespread legs meant that her open pussy was only covered by the thin rope and that her crotch had been visibly wet. Even worse, she’d known that she’d been enjoying it far too much. Whilst she hadn’t had any ability to move her body, there’d been just enough flex in her hands and feet that allowed her to stretch and rhythmically pull on the crotch rope. Stephanie had known that it would be obvious to Jim and anyone who watched the tape that she’d been trying to masturbate herself in her bondage.

Stephanie remembered how she’d been desperate to cum at that moment and if only there’d been just a little more slack she was sure that she’d have been able to bring herself off.

The ache throughout her body had quickly become an insistent pain and she’d realised that she’d been screwing her eyes closed when she’d felt Jim unfastening her gag.

“Good girl, now let me just take out this nasty gag,” he’d said

Pain had stabbed through her jaw as he’d helped her open it just a little wider to allow him to extract the ball. Stephanie had tried to say “Thank you”, but what had come out was unintelligible.

Jim had stroked her face for a few moments and had looked deeply into her eyes.

“You look so beautiful, bound in your sexy lingerie, that I need some relief. I’d fuck you if I thought that you’d be able to hold off from cumming, but I know that you couldn’t right now, could you?” Stephanie had tried to wiggle her head in answer. “No you couldn’t. And I did promise that I wouldn’t make you cum, didn’t I?” He’d then reached under her to caress her breasts. Her bent position meant that her chest had been lifted slightly from the table giving him access to her tits.

“So, what are we to do?” He’d asked the question, even though both of them had known the answer. “I know, we could see how your blow-job technique is coming along.” He’d said it as if it were a sudden revelation, that the possibility had only just occurred to him. Stephanie had realised though that he must have been thinking about it all that evening and that was why she had been bound on the coffee table and not the floor.

Jim had positioned himself in-front of her and with practised ease he’d slipped his cock into her mouth.

“Now then slut, show me how much you appreciate me giving you these lessons. Show me how much you’ve learned.”

And Stephanie had done so. She’d put everything she had into pleasing him with her mouth and tongue. He had had to do a lot of the work though since she couldn’t move her head much. He’s stroked his cock in and out of her mouth as she’d worked it with her tongue and lips. His hands gently caressed her hair and taut shoulders.

“You’ve been practising overcoming your gag reflex. Lets see how far you’ve come.” With that he had pushed himself towards the back of her mouth with a deeper stroke than he’d done so far. With her head pulled back her throat had been more in line with her mouth. Jim had pushed a little harder and then Stephanie had found herself trying to swallow to avoid gagging. Suddenly the head of his cock had entered her throat.

“Excellent!” Jim had shouted with pleasure and triumph. Stephanie had been amazed that she’d done it and had felt a glow of pride suffuse her. He’d begun to fuck her face and Stephanie had taken it in her stride. He’d managed to push his cock into her throat a few more times. On the final time he’d instructed her to try to swallow again and as she had, her throat muscles massaged his penis and he had been able to hold back no longer. He’d spurted his cum directly into her throat. As he’d softened she’d licked and gently sucked him to get the last few drops of cum.

“Very good. I am very pleased with you.” Jim had lightly patted her face and hair and smiled down at her as she’d looked up at him.

He’d then undone the hogtie and had allowed her to relax her strained muscles. He’d kept her hands fastened behind her though. She’d been desperate to cum and as much as her pussy throbbed her insistence Stephanie had been glad that she hadn’t been able to touch herself. She’d not wanted to lose their bet at the last minute, especially after everything she’d been through.

So she’d remained kneeling besides him for the rest of that evening. And now here she was laying bound in her bed waiting for him to come, release her and at last let her have her long denied orgasm.

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 8 – Orgasm

By Rilawild

When Jim opened the bedroom door Stephanie wanted to shout out “Hallelujah!”

‘Thank god he’s here. I’m not sure I can hold out much longer. He’s allowed me to stew in my juices for far too long – but I guess that’s exactly what he’s wanted. But now, at last, the moment is here.’

She knew that she looked a state. Her long hair was in a mess, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, the bedclothes in disarray exposing her gaping soaking crotch and she was laying there panting with arousal. All her thoughts since she’d woken earlier had only driven her into her current desperate state.

“My my, what have we here? It looks like a little bitch in heat!” Jim stood besides the bed for a moment drinking in the view.

Stephanie, in spite of her excitement, blushed as she realised how lewd she must look. A week ago she would never have considered that a few days without an orgasm could bring her to this position.

Jim pulled the bedclothes completely off the bed leaving her fully naked before him. Stephanie watched as his hungry eyes drank in her glowing body.

“I should allow you to lie-in more often if this is what will greet me in the morning,” Jim laughed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently reached out and stroked her slick flank.

Stephanie thought, ‘Oh yes, yes, this is it! Of course he’s going to do it whilst I’m still tied down, the kinky bastard.’ The only vocal sound she made though was to let out a long sigh of contentment and satisfaction.

He took his time stroking her skin, steering clear of her erogenous zones and clearly enjoying possessing her lovely body. She squirmed beneath his dancing fingers wanting them to become more bold and yet enjoying the teasing. Too many lovers dived straight in, but Jim knew how to control her. His fingers lingering on her tense stomach before dipping down to play in her pubic hair. Stephanie arched off the bed as he approached her pussy, ready and eager for his touch, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold on long once he began to masturbate her. His fingers went no further though and returned to the safety of her navel, leaving Stephanie to just let out a groan of frustration.

Her breathing was coming in gasps now and her heart was racing. Stephanie was now getting very desperate.

“Please. Touch. Me. Make. Me. Cum.” She couldn’t form a sentence and instead it came out in grunted single words.

Jim responded by sliding his hands over her breasts and gently squeezing them.

“Remember, you are not to cum until I tell you to, otherwise all your hard work will be for nothing.”

Stephanie’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and she arched her body up from the bed, pushing her breasts into his palms. He knew what she wanted and took both of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and Stephanie let out a moan of animal pleasure. As he put pressure on her nipples she found herself wanting him to squeeze harder, to make the sensations more intense.

“Yessss,” she hissed through clenched teeth in encouragement, and then wondered, ‘where did that come from?’

Jim gave her her wish. He bent his head to her chest and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. As he sucked hard on her nub, her applied more pressure on her right one. Stephanie continued to arch her body, feeling herself shudder as the sensations from her breasts spread throughout her body. Now Jim had taken her nipple between his teeth and was flicking his tongue across the swollen tip.

Stephanie grunted though as he pulled back from her, stretching her breast with her captured nipple. Then he released it and her flesh bounced back onto her chest and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Jim moved across her body, now kneeling between her wide spread legs, and began to lick around her other nipple. She found herself rising towards her climax as he worked away pleasuring her sensitive flesh, but Jim wasn’t going to let her off that easily and he moved from teasing her nipple to just kissing her upper chest and onto her neck.

When his tongue entered her mouth, Stephanie enthusiastically responded with her own tongue, returning his kiss passionately.

Eventually they broke for air and Jim moved back down to kiss her body. She knew what she wanted now and hoped that he would oblige her. As he moved down to kiss and lick around her navel she felt sure he was indeed heading south.

Jim did move lower. He slid his arms under her thighs and around to grip her hips. Stephanie looked down between her breasts and could see that he was now in prime position, his mouth only inches from her vagina. She willed him on and threw back her head in pleasure as he began to gently blow on her exposed clitoris.

His tongue snaked out and he began to lick her slick labia. He refused steadfastly to address her throbbing clit, only working back and forth across her lips and gently caressing her opening with the tip of his tongue. She thrust her hips forward and wiggled them back and forth frantically, trying to get some, any, friction on her clit, but it was all to no avail – he wouldn’t let her cum.

Then he stopped and waited for her to open her eyes and look down at him.

“Now hold on, you don’t have permission to cum. I know that you are so close, closer perhaps than you’ve been all week. Remember, if you cum without my permission then you will have failed your task. You are here to learn control.”

Stephanie couldn’t believe that he was giving her a lesson now of all times, she just wanted him to lick her clitoris and make her cum. A desperate, plaintive groan echoed from her throat.

“Now promise me that you won’t cum until I tell you to.” He blew once more on her dripping cunt to elicit a response, but Stephanie couldn’t say anything.

“Come on, tell me,” he demanded.

“Y-y-yessss, I promise.” Stephanie eventually gasped, knowing that he wouldn’t continue until she said it.

With that promise, his head dived between her thighs once more and he started to eat her in earnest. In moments she was back on cloud nine and more than ready to release her long pent up orgasm. Jim then began a long lick, starting just below her vagina and continuing up between her lips and finally, wonderfully, amazingly, finishing right on her clitoris. Stephanie’s body was in spasm, but she held on, held on, held on! Every muscle in her pleasure-wracked body held her tight as she waited for him to say the words she needed to hear.

She concentrated, holding back the flood waters, and waited, holding her breath.

“That’s right, don’t let go,” Jim slid back until he was kneeling on the bed between her legs.

Stephanie, now with no stimulation on her pussy, felt her orgasm begin to slip away.

“Good girl, don’t let go, I’m so proud of you.”

For a few moments longer, she held on and still believed that he’d give her the permission that she so needed and therefore allow her to release all the pent up pressure. She knew she was containing the biggest, strongest orgasm of her life. However, when a few more seconds had passed, and few more after that, she knew that his permission was not coming after all. She could no longer contain herself, and instead of the orgasm she’d expected she found herself bursting out into floods of tears. The emotional roller-coaster of her morning coming off the rails.

“How could you, how dare you do that to me! You promised I could cum,” she sobbed through her tears. Yet, when he released her and took her into his arms, she clung to him. Jim soothed her and cooed to her and she let out all of her frustration through her tears.

At last, she was spent emotionally and felt like she had no strength.

“You are wonderful,” Jim told her as he held her tightly. “You will get your orgasm today, just not now. I promised you would cum on Saturday, but I didn’t say Saturday morning. This morning was your final test in control. You have proved that you can control yourself, that you are an obedient little slut, I am very proud of you.”

He just held her. She felt so drained emotionally she didn’t know what to do. Eventually though, he helped her get off the bed and took her into the bathroom. He filled a bath and then bathed her, taking care of her. He talked to her constantly, telling her that she was ‘so good’, ‘a beautiful submissive slut’, ‘his wonderful girl’ and other similar phrases. He told her she had done so well.

Stephanie was in a daze, her emotions were in turmoil. She felt like she’d been holding something back, holding something behind a dam which had now burst. She wanted to hate Jim for what he’d done to her but found that she couldn’t.

‘He cares for me, he knows me better than I know myself. He wants me to fulfil my potential. I am a submissive slut, he can teach me so much.’

She felt confused, not knowing what to do and just deciding to go with the flow as he dried her.

“Now, lets get some breakfast, it’s quite late now.”

Jim led her, naked as usual, downstairs and into the kitchen. On auto-pilot she quickly made them some coffee and toast. He guided her down onto her knees besides his chair, into the position she’d been in a few days before.

“From now on, I think you should eat like this at every meal we have here,” Jim announced.

Stephanie nodded, “Yes sir.” It seemed somehow right to her.

After breakfast, Jim handed her the high-heels she’d teetered on the night before.

“You weren’t very confident wearing these last night, so I think for the rest of this morning we’ll practice. You’ll need to try hard since you’ll be wearing them when we go out later. If I am happy with your behaviour then you will get your orgasm this afternoon. If not then you’ll wait until this evening and be punished first.”

The naked woman eventually managed to stand up straight on her heels, and again saw that the now usual video camera was watching her.

“I do so like to record your training sessions. It will be a shame to destroy the tapes we’ve made this week.” Stephanie worried for a moment then that he was planning on going back on their deal. Jim smiled and said, “No, don’t worry. If you succeed with your little task then I will give you these tapes as promised.”

She was relieved. She’d doubted him and for that she felt very sorry and ashamed. ‘I will do better. He deserves better.’

“Thank you Sir,” she replied, knowing that there was no need to say anything else.

“Good girl. I know that you can feel insecure at times, but you’ve got to learn to trust me. If I promise you something then I’ll do it, though of course there may be a difference between what I say and what you hear, but I can’t be held accountable for that now can I?”

Stephanie didn’t really know what to make of that strange statement, and was still pondering it when he changed the subject.

“I think that we’re ready. I am going to teach you to walk in your heels and teach you good posture.”

Jim instructed her to walk back and forth, a few steps at a time at first, and then a little further until she was walking across the whole length of the room. Initially she found it very difficult and had to take hold of the furniture to stabilise herself. A few times she stumbled to her knees. She worried that she might twist her ankle. The heels made it seem like her whole centre of balance was different from normal.

‘These heels are ridiculously high, how can I be expected to walk in these?’

She did grow in confidence as he instructed her. He used his riding crop to provide encouragement – he slapped her buttocks with it whenever she paused or hesitated. When she seemed to be steady on her feet, he began to get her to walk with her head up, shoulders back, and placing one foot directly in front of the other. Again the crop was used to correct any mistakes.

Stephanie was in two minds about this training. She wanted to do as he told her, to please him, but she definitely didn’t want to wear heels like this, she definitely didn’t want to go out in public wearing them. They just screamed slut and whore, and whilst she was beginning to think that she was perhaps a slut – at least where Jim was concerned – she didn’t want to be mistaken for a whore.

They continued their training until Jim called a halt at lunchtime.

“Well, I suppose that will have to do, we’ve run out of time for now. You had better not embarrass me when we are out this afternoon.”

“No sir, I’ll do my best.”

Jim was true to his words and he fed Stephanie her lunch as she knelt naked at his side. Afterwards she cleaned up the dishes while he picked out some clothes for her.

He chose a knee-length denim skirt which buttoned all the way up the front, a pink blouse and of course the heels. He finished off her outfit with a new pair of hold-up stockings. Jim allowed Stephanie to get dressed in the living room for a change. He walked around her and tutted critically. He told her to leave her blouse outside of her skirt and to unbutton the top two buttons.

They drove to the centre of the city and he parked in a large car park. Jim set off for a shopping area at quite a pace and Stephanie found it difficult to keep up in her heels.

‘I’m glad he put me through my paces this morning, otherwise I couldn’t dream of staying up on these nightmare heels.’

She couldn’t quite catch up and so it seemed that she was following a pace behind him. He walked straight into a clothes shop. Stephanie almost stumbled to a stop besides him but managed not to fall on her face.

“OK, firstly we need to update your wardrobe: you need more skirts for work.” He looked around the shop and as he did Stephanie followed. She was a little frightened about what he planned. Jim browsed through the various racks and he picked out one. He held it up and Stephanie paled in horror. It was absolutely tiny, little more than a belt. He held it against her, then smiled.

“As much as I would love to see you wearing this skirt, I think that it’s maybe a little racy for work.” She was immensely relieved. Then he picked out a longer one, at least in comparison.

“Would you perhaps prefer this one?”

Stephanie nodded thankfully and whispered “yes sir”. She felt embarrassed to be standing in a shop calling him “sir”, and even worse having him picking out clothes for her. She did find it all very exciting though, but then she thought to herself, ‘I think I’d find watching paint dry exciting at the moment,’ as she mused about her sexual state.

Jim picked out another couple of mini-skirts and gave all three to her to carry while he put the micro-mini back on the rack. All the new skirts were a lot shorter than she would normally wear, let alone what she’d consider wearing to work.

Next he announced that she needed some sexier tops too. Stephanie began to protest saying that she needed to appear professional, but he stopped her.

“Remember, I know Samantha. I know what is and what isn’t acceptable in your office. I don’t want to get you sacked, I just want to make you more attractive. The frumpy blouses you have at the moment do not do you justice.”

He would clearly brook no further argument and she dropped the subject. Again he picked out a shockingly small top to show her and then picked three relatively more conservative choices. Two of these were thin spaghetti strapped tank tops and the third a cropped t-shirt. Once more she was relieved that he hadn’t forced her to get the original tiny, almost obscene, vest that he’d picked out first.

Stephanie was glad when Jim paid, she wasn’t sure that her meagre budget would stretch to a spending spree.

Next came a shoe shop. Stephanie had often bought shoes at that shop and so she felt reasonably comfortable going there. However, as soon as she stepped inside she remembered that she was wearing the high-heels, and she knew that rather than her normal fare of flats and low heels he’d want her to get similarly ridiculous high-heels. Otherwise, why would he have bothered with the training session earlier. She could feel her nipples tighten as she remembered prancing around naked for him.

She was right about the heels; Jim asked an assistant if she’d help Stephanie. He picked out a couple of styles and while she was getting the boxes Stephanie whispered, “I can’t try on these shoes, I’ll end up flashing my ‘you know what’ to her as she helps me with them.”

“Oh but I think you can.” Jim’s answer was terse and to the point.

“No. I can’t do it here, I come in this shop regularly. Can’t I just buy them, we know my size.”

“I’m afraid not. With shoes it is very important to get the size right. Wear the wrong size shoe and you could be in agony or have problems with your feet in the future. You will try on the shoes and you will let the assistant help you. If you make any more fuss then I’ll have to punish you.”

She didn’t feel it appropriate to mention that he’d dressed her in these high-heels without fitting them. She was sure that he wouldn’t like to have that pointed out to him.

So when the assistant returned Stephanie sat in the seat and allowed the young woman to remove her shoes and fit the new ones. Stephanie did her best to keep her legs demurely together as her feet were lifted and put down in turn, but knew that she’d failed when she saw a blush and smile spread over the assistant’s face. Stephanie was mortified and tried even harder to keep her legs together. The woman seemed to be enjoying herself as she obviously caught glimpses of Stephanie’s upper thighs and the fact there was no material visible indicating that she was naked beneath the skirt.

It seemed to become a game. The assistant picked up Stephanie’s feet and manoeuvred them into a position which seemed to forced her knees to part a little as she fastened or unfastened each shoe. Stephanie would try to nonchalantly move her other leg to close the gap – however this was not always possible. Then the assistant would put down Stephanie’s foot quite a distance away from the other one. She also sat so that Stephanie’s feet were either side of her knees, keeping them apart.

Stephanie realised what was going on and wondered if the woman was a lesbian. She also thought that she couldn’t have been the first woman that came here and ended up flashing the assistant. Stephanie’s mind then began to wonder if many women came here on purpose to try on shoes to get the innocent thrill of having someone look up their skirts.

As she thought about all the possibilities she forgot to move her legs to keep them together. The assistant worked through a number of styles and colours as Jim commented about which he liked and which he didn’t. They didn’t seem to think it important that Stephanie liked the shoes.

Eventually she snapped back to reality when the assistant asked her if she wanted to try walking in the latest pair of shoes that she’d put on her feet.

Stephanie was shocked to realise that her knees were quite wide apart and that she must be showing everything to the woman who was sat at her feet. What’s more, her foray into fantasy land had definitely awakened her long denied arousal. She could feel the familiar slick feeling between her labia and wondered if the woman had been able to notice it too. This humiliating thought just made her even more aroused.

Quickly closing her knees, she stammered that she would like to try walking in the shoes and she was blushing profusely as she stood with a little help from Jim.

She walked back and forth a few times, the shoes were equally as high as the ones she’d worn into the shop and she accomplished her walk without any mishaps.

Stephanie blushed some more as she sat once again in front of the assistant to allow her to change out of the new shoes and back into her original pair. This time though she concentrated and was sure that she didn’t put on more of a show.

After they had bought a couple of pairs of shoes, Jim ushered her out of the shop. When they had walked a bit and got to a quiet doorway away from the bustling shoppers he turned to her with a scowl on his face.

“You disobeyed me in there and questioned the instructions I gave you. You need to learn that I know what I’m doing when I give you an instruction. As a forfeit you will undo the bottom three buttons on your blouse.”

Stephanie was shocked. She couldn’t do that now, out in here in the open. One look at Jim though told her that he was serious and so, looking here and there to see if anyone was watching, she undid the buttons as ordered. Her blouse was now only held closed by two buttons at her breasts. As if to reinforce her vulnerability a gust of wind caught her loose blouse and sent it flapping. Her flat belly was suddenly exposed and Stephanie quickly pulled her wayward clothing back into shape. Her nipples responded to the gust by getting harder and if possible becoming more prominent as they poked through her thin blouse.

“Now then,” Jim said, “I think just one more stop.”

He led her through the streets. Gradually the well known shops were replaced by independent stores. Then they turned down a side street and Jim pushed open a nondescript door. It was only when the door closed behind her that Stephanie realised that they were in a sex shop.

‘Oh! What are we doing here? Did anyone I know see me coming in here?’ Stephanie didn’t know what to think. She’d always wondered what a sex shop might be like, but had never had the courage to seek one out. Now, here she stood in one.

She was a little surprised to see that superficially it looked like many other shops. There were racks of products. From where they stood she could see videos and magazines, and she could only guess what they could portray. Jim took her hand and led her into the shop proper. Stephanie looked from side to side as they walked down the aisle. The video and magazine covers all showed plenty of flesh combined with lurid colours. Within a few yards though, these were replaced by boxes and plastic encased toys. All manner of dildos and vibrators were arrayed before her and it was here that Jim stopped.

Stephanie had not noticed anyone else in the shop and she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She felt that she’d die of embarrassment if someone she knew recognised her. It didn’t cross her mind that if someone she knew saw her there, that they too would be patronising a sex shop and might be just as embarrassed to be recognised.

Stephanie was shocked when he put his hand on her bum and told her to stand in the ‘Inspection’ position.

“What? I can’t do that, not here. What if someone saw me?”

“Oh dear. You have forgotten your lesson so quickly. Undo the bottom three buttons on your skirt and then get into position.”

Stephanie realised her mistake immediately.

‘Oh no!’ She groaned to herself, but did begin to undo the buttons. ‘I’ve got to trust him. If I don’t, then who knows what I’ll have to undo next?’ There were only six buttons on her skirt, so undoing three meant that her thighs would be exposed to a very a high level as she walked. Her stocking tops would be visible to everyone. Her bare sex, which was now getting rather wet, would be only a few inches from the split that would open as the material moved.

When she was finished, blushing furiously and looking furtively around the shop, she parted her legs and lifted her hands to the required position behind her neck. The split in her skirt opened up alarmingly as she shifted her legs apart, but she thought that she was still covered. Her raised arms also caused the bottom of her blouse of open up and her navel to be exposed.

“That’s better. You must learn that there are consequences for your disobedience.” Jim then continued, “we’re going to buy some toys to help you with your training.”

Standing in the embarrassing position, Stephanie just hoped that he’d hurry up so that they could leave. He picked up a blister-packed slim dildo, but then Stephanie’s jaw dropped when she realised that it wasn’t a dildo. The words ‘Butt Plug’ sprang out at her from the packaging. Wisely, she decided not to say anything, she couldn’t afford to lose any more buttons.

“You’ve never worn a plug in this delightful bottom have you?” Jim asked rhetorically as he patted her bum. “We’ll start with this small one and see how we get on.” Stephanie wondered about that “we”, and guessed that what he really meant was “you”.

“Now stay here,” he told her as he walked away. Stephanie almost panicked as she was left alone.

‘What if someone comes? What if he doesn’t come back? Should I put my hands down? No, he’ll be angry. Is this a test?’ Despite her fear, she was now very turned on. Her eyelids felt very heavy all of a sudden as she found herself concentrating on her wet pussy. Then she felt someone standing behind her, she guessed that it was Jim but her cunt and her nipples were telling her that it could be someone else, someone come to strip and humiliate her.

Then a pair of hands reached around her and grasped her barely covered breasts and they began to manipulate her sensitive tits. Her brain was telling her it was Jim; her hard nipples were shouting ‘stranger’. It was Jim’s voice though that whispered in her ear when he caught both of her nipples between his fingers and suddenly squeezed them hard.

“Your next toy is for these little gems. I just know you’ll look fantastic wearing a pair of nipple clamps.” Stephanie gasped out a long sigh as he then rolled her nipples between his fingers. She knew that anyone watching them would just see a wanton slut, open and ready for her man.

Then one of his hands slid down over her blouse and reaching into its opening. He circled her navel and Stephanie let out a soft moan. He didn’t stop there though and soon his hand was descending further.

“Please, not here,” Stephanie whispered unconvincingly and, as she had half-hoped, he ignored her. The hand continued it southerly journey, over her hip, onto her thigh and then her naked inner-thigh. In a moment, Jim’s hand slid back upwards drawing her skirt with it and he brought it to rest on her burning crotch.

“Good girl, you’re so hot and ready for me.” Jim stroked her tenderly; he wasn’t going to tease her to the brink here and Stephanie was relieved for that. “Now I want you to pick up that toy directly in front of you, on third shelf. The blue one with ‘Butterfly’ and ‘Remote Control’ on the box.” Stephanie shuddered as he continued to stroke her and she thought about the possibilities as she reached out to pick up the vibrator.

“That’s right. You know what it is don’t you? I’ll strap it onto your clit and I’ll keep the remote control.” He removed his hands from her body and she sighed in disappointment causing Jim to chuckle softly.

“Okay, one final item and we’re done for today.” Stephanie followed him into another aisle and found herself looking at various metal and leather restraints. Jim toyed with some cuffs, examining them. Then he picked up a wide leather belt with plenty of attached rings for bindings. Stephanie’s mind was just swimming with all the possibilities. She’d never imagined that there were so many different things that could be used to tie someone up. He handed her the belt to hold.

Jim next picked up a collar and began to examine it.

“Would you like to wear a collar slut?”

“I’m not sure sir,” and then remembering what she probably should say, “erm, if it pleases you sir.”

“Good,” Jim smiled. “However, I don’t think you’re ready to be collared yet.” Stephanie wasn’t sure what he meant by that.

“Right,” he said, “let’s go and buy all these toys for you.”

In a few moments, they were standing by the counter. Stephanie felt her blush deepen as she came face to face with the man who ran the shop. She was embarrassed to realise that he looked normal: middle-aged and wearing t-shirt and jeans. Part of her had expected some leather-bound whip-wielding gorilla.

“Hello Jim, who’s this lovely young thing?” The shop manager asked and Stephanie felt like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. He looked her up and down, from head to toe.

“Bill, nice to see you.” Jim reached out and took her chin in his hand to lift her face. “Look at the nice man slut.”

‘Oh no, oh no.’ She felt tears form at the corner of her eyes and her vision blurred but she did as instructed. Fear was churning in her stomach. She couldn’t believe that he was going to embarrass her here in front of this stranger. ‘Oh but he’s not a stranger to Jim,’ she thought and her heart sank.

“She’s something I picked up at a party last weekend. A novice, but with potential. We’re just buying her first butt plug and other items.”

Stephanie wanted to run, but her feet were glued to the floor. It was just getting worse and worse. Blood was rushing in her ears and her knees were feeling weak.

‘He knows that everything is for me! Oh dear.’

“As you can see, she’s very excited to be getting some new toys – just look at those nipples. They’ll take these clamps wonderfully don’t you think.” Jim rubbed metaphorical salt into the wound of her humiliation.

“And here, smell my fingers. Her cunt is so sweet and it’s eager for that butterfly vibrator.” Stephanie was stunned that he would be so blatant. The situation had been bad, but now it was terrible. The man could see her erect nipples and now he knew that her pussy was drooling with juice. She knew she was a slut, Jim knew that she was a slut and now this strange man knew that she was slut.

With a broad smile on his face Jim paid for the items and said goodbye to Bill. She wasn’t sure how she managed to walk out of the shop without collapsing, but she did.

“Good girl, you passed that little test very well. That’s all our shopping for today. Let’s take a walk through the park – you look like you could do with a bit of fresh air.”

Stephanie was relieved that her shopping ordeal was over and in spite of her revealing, unbuttoned clothes she walked proudly with Jim into the park. It was a warm sunny day and she soon forgot the experience in the sex shop.

They meandered through the park following a quiet tranquil path. While there were quite a few people in the park it didn’t seem crowded. Most were sat on benches or on the grass enjoying the day. Others were promenading through the park on the simple gravel paths.

“Let’s sit on the grass for a while. It’s such as lovely day.” Jim gently took her arm and walked them to a spot on the edge of the park. He lay down on the grass and motioned for her to join him. Stephanie, careful to keep her clothing in order, knelt and then lay on her back on the grass besides him.

“You have done very well today. I am both pleased and proud of you. What’s more you have done very well with your control lessons over the last few days.” Jim was now propped up on his side and he reached out and brushed some stray hairs from her face.

“Thank you sir, I have tried my best.”

“Yes, I know you have. I know it’s been hard but you’ve done what I’ve asked.” He was now stroking her face, no hairs left to brush aside. Stephanie tensed slightly when he moved his hand down onto her neck. He trailed his fingers idly at the hollow at the base of her throat and on to her upper chest between the open collar of her blouse. She looked around to see who was nearby, who might see him caressing her.

“Don’t worry, no-one is watching us,” he told her.

Stephanie was on the verge of panic when he unfastened the last two buttons of her blouse.

“Now lie still and you will stay covered.” He gently began to caress her breasts through the material of her blouse as he spoke. Stephanie was anxiously looking around to see if anyone was watching and whilst there were a few people relatively close they didn’t appear to be concerned with them. She wanted to jump up and run to the bushes not far away. She didn’t though. Her nipples were so hard and his touch was electric. She didn’t want him to stop.

Jim, lying next to her, squeezed her nipple gently. The sensation she felt was extremely powerful. It felt like a wire was connected directly between her clitoris and nipple. Four days of denial were taking its toll and she was almost out of her mind with desire. She knew that she ordinarily would never let anyone touch her breasts in public, let alone toy with them like this. Next, he treated her other nipple to the same experience.

Jim was watching her face closely, judging her state of excitement. The rapid rise and fall of her chest was betraying her arousal as much as her rapidly glazing eyes. He assessed the moment was right and slipped his hand underneath her blouse and began to gently ‘milk’ her nipple; she let out the moan that he’d clearly expected.

She threw her head to the side and let out an “oh yes”.

“Good girl, you deserve this don’t you? You’ve been so good for me all week.”

She realised that her left breast was now uncovered when he moved his hand from it to her right one. She began to lift her hand to fix her blouse when he gripped her right nipple.

“Leave it, you are beautiful and I want to see you.” Stephanie was overcome when he began to gently twist her nipple and couldn’t bring herself to cover her exposed tit – she was paralysed.

Her head fell to the side and when she recovered slightly from the amazing sensations flowing through her body she looked out across the grass. She was relieved that no-one was close by to see her predicament, but she wasn’t sure that they were being ignored either. She thought that she saw a couple looking their way.

Before she could compose herself though, Jim slid his hand down over the exposed stomach to the waist of her skirt. He teased his fingers along its edge, from belly to hip and back again. Then, she guessed it was coming but felt powerless to prevent it, he moved his hand idly onto her thigh. It took only a moment for him to brush the material back and expose her left thigh and the bare skin above her stocking to the warm afternoon air.

“Please don’t, not here,” she whispered, but he ignored her plea and began to stroke her bare leg.

“What beautiful soft skin you have. It’s a pleasure to touch and caress.”

When his hand slid higher and unfastened the lowest remaining button, Stephanie knew that her fate was sealed. He had easy and complete access to her charms now, and to her intense embarrassment she betrayed herself and allowed her knees to fall a little apart opening the way for him. Yet her brain screamed at her to stop this now, before she was completely humiliated.

Stephanie felt his hand brush along her inner thigh and then let out a long gasp as he slowly, every so slowly, painfully slowly, stroked his middle fingertip right along her labia. She felt them part easily and wetly when he did.

“Anyone. Could. See,” She managed to gasp her concern out loud. She was too far lost in her passion now to do anything to physically stop him, and indeed her body had already surrendered.

“Hush and just enjoy it,” Jim whispered. He pushed a finger into her at the same time and far from hushing she moaned loudly. Jim, a broad smile creasing his face, began to slowly, rhythmically slide his finger in and out of her soaking vagina.

Her head was spinning with the pure pleasure of his masturbation, and when a second finger joined his first she knew that this was her last chance to do anything about it.

“Please,” she groaned, “not here. Take me home, you can do anything you want there.” Her speech was interrupted frequently by gasps and grunts as his fingers worked their magic.

“You’ve been a good girl all week,” Jim leaned in close to her ear and whispered to her. “As a reward, I’m going to give you permission, very soon, to cum for me here.”

Stephanie was stunned. She’d realised that he planned to tease her here to keep her worked up, to reinforce the denial she’d felt these last few days, but to actually expect her to orgasm in public, it was too much. She gathered every ounce of concentration she could and begged him.

“Please, no, it’s too much.”

“Well if you don’t take the opportunity now, then I won’t need to give you the tape. You agreed to cum when I told you to today. If you don’t cum when I tell you to, I won’t give you permission again for at least twenty-four hours.” As he spoke, a third finger was added and he began to work them faster. He still hadn’t touched her clitoris.

“Anything but this,” she pleaded desperately. She couldn’t believe that he was going to make her orgasm in a public park, and while there weren’t any people very close, there were people, plenty of people, who could be watching them. Stephanie wanted to look to see if they had become a spectacle, but her eyes were screwed shut as she concentrated on not letting go. She didn’t even realise that she was holding back her long denied orgasm, it had become second nature now.

“No, this is a vital part of your lesson. You’ve learned not to cum without permission, and now you’ve got to learn to cum when told to!” As he said that he lightly rubbed his thumb right over her clitoris, and all thought of defiance left her immediately. She did need to cum and she needed to cum now. Her hips bucked violently at his touch and her skirt opened completely baring her legs.

She was now grunting and thrusting her crotch onto his hand, her legs spreading wider to give her more leverage and him more access. She knew she must look like a wanton slut, but she no longer cared.

However, Jim appeared to want to extract every possible fragment of embarrassment and humiliation from her. He shifted position and as he stroked her face with his free hand, he whispered to her:

“Anyone could be watching, in fact I think that man over there is watching. Do you think he can tell I’m fucking you with my fingers? That couple over there, are they glancing over at us? What about the people in those buildings there? Can they see us?”

This pushed Stephanie to new heights and she wasn’t sure that she would be able to hold out any longer, in spite of her training, or maybe because of it. Her pent up desire was fast becoming an unstoppable force.

She was now gasping out loud and moaning with every thrust of his fingers. Jim’s thumb now began it work against her clitoris relentlessly and she threw abandon to the winds.

“Wait, wait, I know you’re near but you must wait until I give you permission. Yes, you’re so close aren’t you? Hold it, hold it. That’s it, your face is so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Her hips were pumping obscenely as he worked her expertly. She didn’t care who was watching her now. Her upper body was completely uncovered, her legs were spread wide, her skirt just clinging to her waist to give vestige of modesty.

“That’s it, you want it so badly don’t you? You’ve waiting so long for this moment haven’t you? Good girl!”

Stephanie was in a frenzy now, she was so desperate. Her brain was screaming at her, ‘Gotta cum, gotta cum, gotta cum’. It was like the rhythm of a train speeding along a track. Those words had taken over all of her conscious thought as he teased her right on the brink for an eternity. She was delirious and couldn’t understand what he was waiting for.

Then he stopped stroking her clitoris and instead just pushed down on it with his thumb. Stephanie sucked in a deep breath and held it, fighting back her orgasm.

“Ready,” he said. Then he paused for a second, but to Stephanie it was a lifetime. Then another and she felt like she would burst.

And after a final, third second, he released the pressure and at the same time said the one word that would penetrate her consciousness.

“Cum!”

Stephanie’s breath exploded from her lungs as the orgasm of her life shook her body. She thrashed her head from side to side, and let out a loud moan with her escaping breath, completely oblivious to anyone who might look their way.

Her naked breasts quivered and wobbled on her chest as she sucked in a lungful of air quickly, her convulsing body needing the oxygen to power her trembling muscles.

“Aaaahhhh, Yeeessssss!” She let out the spent air once more, this time able to form simple words. She didn’t care any longer that someone might hear her.

Her hips continued to pump up and down obscenely as she rode and humped herself against his hand, whilst his fingers worked themselves deeply in her burning, sopping vagina. She needed to keep her cunt pressed firmly against his hand; to drive his fingers deeper into herself; to prolong the wonderful, amazing, earth-shattering orgasm. She didn’t care that her skirt was rucked up to her waist leaving her crotch bare but for Jim’s hand.

She writhed in her throes of passion, panting and groaning loudly. Her animal pleasure driving her on.

“Ah, AH, AAHH!” She sighed. “Yes, YES, YESSS!” She grunted.

‘Don’t stop!’ Her mind screamed at her trembling body, she would not let the buffeting gale of her passion subside. She couldn’t form the words in her throat, so they remained unspoken. She knew though that she didn’t need words to tell Jim what she wanted, what she needed. He clearly knew what to do because just as the tide began to recede he rubbed again at her throbbing clitoris and sent new, fresh waves crashing through her body.

The power of her orgasm was overwhelming. She lived for this pleasure pumping through her body. She felt like the outer layers of herself were being burned off in the furnace of her lust to reveal the core of her soul. She was sex incarnate, all other parts of herself were pared away. Her name would no longer be “Stephanie”, it would be “Sex”, “Lust” or “Passion”.

However, it couldn’t last, it had gone on longer than any other orgasm in her life, but it was still finite. Her whole body trembled as the fire receded, and as it died down at last, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, “Stephanie” was born once more – resurrected from le petit mort.

She was Stephanie again; but part of her felt that she had been changed forever, that she was a new Stephanie, tempered into a new sexual being by the fires of passion.

In the end she collapsed back onto the grass unable to open her eyes. Stephanie’s rasping breath began to calm down and her pounding heart quieted. She couldn’t move yet, exhausted, but her happiness bloomed as she felt Jim adjusting her clothes to cover her once more and heard him praising her:

“Good girl, that’s very good. I am very proud of you. You’ve done very well, exactly as I asked.”

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 9 – Plugged

By Rilawild

Stephanie’s body was still shaking from the after effects of her orgasm as she stripped in Jim’s hallway when they got back from the park. Her knees felt like jelly. Her poor little pussy was very sensitive and her clitoris felt sore from overuse. She laughed to herself, ‘now I think I could easily go for another four days without an orgasm – but only if no-one touches me.’

It felt great to remove the punishing heels at last, and they joined the rest of her clothes in the wicker box by the door.

When she’d crawled into the main living room she saw Jim standing there and wondered what fresh humiliation he would heap upon her now. Instead, he held out a couple of small video-camera tapes.

“You have done very well these last few days and a deal is a deal. Here are the tapes I have made.”

Stephanie was stunned. ‘I’ve succeeded. I’ve done it. He’s giving me the tapes.’

“Thank you sir, this means a lot to me.”

“You can go and put them away if you want. Also I think you should go and have a rest for an hour or so, you’ve had a busy day so far, but it isn’t over yet. I have something for you in a couple of hours and we’re going out this evening for dinner to celebrate the successful completion of your lessons in control.”

She almost couldn’t believe it. This would be her first free time without him constantly watching over her since Tuesday. She got to her feet, found her handbag in the hall and dropped the tapes into it. Then wearily she climbed the stairs and went to her small room. When she lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over herself she realised that she’d never been in this bed without being first tied down. She almost missed it, and laughed to herself at the irony of that thought.

Stephanie was awoken a couple of hours later by Jim gently nudging her. As she sat up, the covers falling away to reveal her naked breasts, he handed her a cup of coffee. It was only later that she realised she hadn’t even considered pulling the duvet up to cover herself.

Then he left her to drink her coffee and told her to come to the bathroom when she’d finished.

“We need to clean you up,” he chuckled as he left.

So, after finishing her coffee and stretching her tired muscles, Stephanie padded naked to the bathroom. She found that Jim had arranged a couple of towels on the floor in the centre of the room and was standing besides them. He pointed to the floor when she stepped through the door.

“Get into ‘Present’ on the towels,” he ordered.

Stephanie was a little surprised, she’d expected to have to perform her normal ablutions in front of Jim as usual, but this was different. Therefore, it was with a little trepidation that she sank to widespread knees, dropped her head to the floor and presented her bottom and pussy to whatever fate Jim had in store for them.

Jim stepped behind her and knelt down too. She tensed as she felt his cool hand resting on her buttocks.

“Now, if we are going to play with your new toys, we need to clean up you.”

Stephanie felt her nervousness increase. She had a sneaking suspicion about what was coming. Jim caressed her buttocks, then he traced his finger along the crack of her bum and brought it to rest right on her rectum, confirming her fears.

“I’m going to give you your first enema. A submissive should always be clean inside as well as out; and we need you nice and clean for your toys.”

Stephanie had indeed never had an enema before and was fairly sure she didn’t want one now; but didn’t know what to say to Jim to prevent it. She was certain that he’d insist no matter what she said.

Even though he’d forced her to orgasm in public and teased her over the last few days, she knew she wanted more of his style of loving. She felt more alive and excited when he was touching her or even just ordering her to do something humiliating than at any other time in her life.

‘If I stop him now I might be saved from an embarrassing enema, but maybe he’ll stop doing everything else as well,’ she reasoned to herself. ‘Can I really be contemplating letting him give me an enema so that he’ll give me an orgasm later?’

She was brought back to earth with a bang when she felt something cold and wet pressing right against her rectum. Stephanie’s breath caught in her throat. She jerked forward sharply and felt her nipples tighten as her breasts rubbed against the rough towel beneath her.

“Firstly, a little lubricant,” Jim said, apparently talking to himself. Stephanie realised that it was his finger, covered in lube, that had pressed against her rosebud. Jim’s other hand then reached out and took hold of her hip steadying her and his slick finger returned to her bum.

“Relax little one, open up for me. It will be easier if I apply some lube first.”

Stephanie tried to relax but her nerves were gripping her belly. She’d never had anything enter her there before. One old boyfriend had suggested it once and had hastily beating a swift retreat when he’d seen the look on Stephanie’s face.

Jim tickled at her entrance and applied a bit more pressure. Stephanie felt her sphincter give a little as she made an effort to loosen herself, thinking that he might try and force an entrance if she didn’t relax. It was enough and suddenly she felt her anus fill with his finger. Jim slid it deeper inside and spread the lube around.

It felt very strange to Stephanie to have a finger spearing her bum, and from where she was kneeling it certainly felt larger than any finger had a right to be. She wondered for a moment if he was using a fat dildo in her arse instead of his finger, but as she felt it moving around inside her, spreading the lubricant, she knew it was only a finger: she could feel the final joint flexing as he smeared the greasy substance around her tender flesh. Stephanie gasped as she felt him twisting his finger inside her.

The finger was withdrawn at last and Stephanie wondered what was coming next, only to feel it reinserted again with another glob of jelly. A second time it was removed. However, this time it was immediately replaced with something else. Jim was gently introducing the enema nozzle into her.

‘This is the point of no return. Say something girl, and he’ll stop.’ However, she couldn’t bring herself to speak out and instead let him seat the nozzle deeply into her bowels.

It felt enormous.

Jim moved around behind her and started an absent-minded whistling. It felt very surreal to her. Here she was kneeling in an obscene position on the floor with her bum in the air and Jim was whistling whilst he prepared the enema solution he would pour into her bowels. She wondered if his whistling was to try and put her at ease or to ratchet up the tension ready for her impending doom.

Eventually he was prepared and she felt him attaching something, probably the tube, to the nozzle. Every slight vibration was amplified and transmitted straight into her.

“Are you ready slut? Since this is your first one we’ll take it slowly. I’ll open the valve only a little.”

Jim didn’t wait for Stephanie’s answer and instead opened the flood gates. At least that’s what it felt like to her as the solution flowed into her bowels. She wondered what it would feel like if he’d opened the valve fully and shuddered.

As the soapy solution flushed through her colon, Stephanie found herself feeling more and more uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe how much water was being pumped into her by gravity. Very soon she felt full to overflowing, but still more flowed into her. Jim gently caressed her belly and that somewhat relieved the discomfort.

Stephanie knelt there and knew that she was completely in the control of this man. Her position was so embarrassing but that just made her revel in it more. She could imagine what her friends would say if they could see her and knew that it would be more humiliating than anything she’d imagined, but that just made her pussy drool all the more.

‘Oh why do I find this treatment sooo exciting?’ she wondered to herself.

The enema flowed into her for five minutes, then ten, and finally after fifteen Jim sealed the valve. Stephanie felt so full, she couldn’t believe that she’d taken all that water. She was sure that he’d forced gallons of fluid into her. Her belly felt stretched and she thought she must look like she was eight months pregnant.

“Now, you’ll hold that for a few minutes to let it do its work.”

The seconds ticked by, and it wasn’t a moment too soon when, five minutes later, Jim told her to evacuate herself. It was with great relief that afterwards Stephanie climbed into the shower.

When she was finally completely clean, Jim led Stephanie back to the living room and she saw him pick up the new butt plug from the coffee table.

“Right, bend over the back of the sofa and we can get started,” Jim said ominously.

Stephanie tentatively shuffled towards the sofa. She found herself looking at the plug in Jim’s hand. It certainly looked larger than the nozzle she’d worn and that had felt like it had filled her to bursting.

‘How can I cope with that thing?’ she wondered to herself worriedly.

“Bend over slut,” he ordered a second time, clearly not intending to have to say it a third time.

Stephanie gripped the back of the sofa and lent over slowly. She came to rest completly folded over the back of the seat: her bottom exposed and vulnerable, her head in the seat cushion and her long hair fanned out around her. Jim came around the sofa and stood behind her and Stephanie found herself trembling with anticipation.

His hand came to rest on her inner thigh and patted her legs to signal that she should spread them wider apart. She complied and had to raise herself up onto her tiptoes as she spread her legs. Jim then slid his hand higher until he cupped her cunt.

“You are ready for this, aren’t you?” he asked rhetorically. He had found her wet with excitement. The prospect of having the plug in her ass was an unexpected turn on for her.

He took some of her copious juices and smeared them around her anus, following this with a lube covered finger. Stephanie knew what was expected of her now and did her best to relax. This time his finger entered her without much trouble and he began to spread the lubricant around. Then it was the moment she’d been both dreading and looking forward to. The plug was placed against her rosebud and with a little pressure he started pushing it into her.

Her sphincter began to give slightly as he worked it in. The end of the plug entered her and to encourage its passage Jim rotated it slightly. It slipped in slowly, bit by bit, and as it slid in she felt its girth expanding and pushing against her sphincter. It felt much wider than the nozzle had and for a moment she panicked.

“Please, take it out – I can’t take it,” Stephanie pleaded, alarm shaking in her voice.

She reached back, but he batted her hands away and continued his relentless push, twisting it again back and forth. Then the widest part was in and plug was finally seated. She moaned in relief that she’d managed to take it.

“Good girl. I knew you could do it. Now, that will remain in place until I say otherwise. I want you to learn to accept it.” He patted her bottom to reinforce his command.

He allowed her stand up and then ordered her to walk around. As she straightened, she couldn’t fail to feel the alien intrusion in her rectum. She started to walk around the room, at first as a waddle, frightened that she would hurt herself, and then more confidently when it didn’t rip her insides apart as she’d feared it would.

“Let’s get you back into your shoes. I want you to be able to walk in your heels with your plug in.”

Stephanie gingerly sat down to put on the strappy shoes. As she lowered herself onto the chair she felt the plug pushing further into her and a fresh wave of embarrassment flowed through her. Jim looked on with a smile on his face obviously aware of what was going through her mind. Bending to fasten the shoes’ straps felt like it pushed the plug deeper and she let out a small moan, then she blushed further knowing that Jim had heard her.

When she was done, she gingerly stood up once more and took a few seconds to steady herself.

Then Jim had her prance around the room. Stephanie walked back and forth across the floor, doing her best to follow his instruction, not wanting to feel his crop on her buttocks if she made a mistake. She looked on nervously as he tapped the wicked instrument on his palm.

As she walked she caught a sight of herself in the mirror and was a little shocked at what she saw. There she was: a naked slut, walking in whore heels and with a bright red plug stuck in her ass. Part of her wanted to laugh at the ridiculous sight, and part of her wanted to cry because she was being treated this way. She was an intelligent young woman, she deserved respect rather than this. She knew though that, no matter what she might deserve, she did want to be treated like this. Her cunt was so wet that she could see her juices glistening at the top of her thighs.

“Continue practising,” he ordered. “I’ll be back in a little while to judge your progress.”

With that he left her alone, walking back and forth: one step in front of the other.

She just was beginning to think he would leave her there all evening when he returned dressed in a sharp black suit. He watched her walking for a few minutes, passing comments here and there for improvement; however, eventually he was satisfied that she was able to walk with a suitably sexy gait.

“Now then, time to get you ready,” he said as he held up the small butterfly vibrator they’d bought earlier. Stephanie blushed as she recognised it. Jim, reaching around her waist, fastened the vibrator strap around her. He followed that by a strap around the top of each thigh. Then he adjusted each strap until the vibrator was positioned perfectly over her clitoris.

“OK, lets give it a try, shall we?”

In his hand was a small blue plastic control. He clicked a button and Stephanie felt the vibrator leap into life.

‘Oh my, oh yes,’ she thought and let out a slight gasp. Her clitoris was still tender from her ordeal in the park; but it seemed to enjoy this fresh stimulation.

“Excellent,” Jim exclaimed. “Perfect.”

To Stephanie’s relief Jim clicked the button off and the vibrations died. It was far too soon for her to have another orgasm she decided to herself.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Jim announced satisfied with her reaction to the butterfly.

He had already selected her clothes and watched while she dressed. She felt weird as she dressed in front of him. She’d done it a dozen times, but now she wasn’t just getting dressed. She felt like she was getting ready for a ritual sacrifice. The plug in her ass seemed to shift the balance even further in his favour.

As she’d expected, there was no bra or panties in her ensemble for the evening. She rolled the black hold-up stockings with their lace tops up her legs and adjusted them so that they were both smooth. Next came a short black mini skirt. She’d never seen it before, so he must have bought her clothes other than the ones they’d purchased that afternoon. It was pleated and she knew that unfortunately for her it would be easy to flip up; so she’d have to be careful. Clearly he wanted her conscious of how easy it would be to expose her pussy, the vibrator and the plug. Once it was on, she saw that it just covered her stocking tops.

Her top-half was covered by another new piece, a thin light-blue spaghetti-strap vest top. She loved it and was very happy that he’d bought it for her. She was relieved though to see that he’d included her black lace shrug top to cover her arms and shoulders. She never went out just wearing a skimpy vest top like this. The shrug was like a cropped, long-sleeved blouse that ended just beneath her breasts and was tied in a knot between them, the tails hanging down to her navel. It was made from a beautiful delicate lace, a combination of transparent material and swirls of darker opaque lace in a floral pattern. Her breasts were encased in the black lace with the pale blue of her vest showing through.

When she looked in the mirror she was pleased, she looked attractive and above all “normal”. They would look like any average couple going out to dinner; and to top it all she would have the frisson of excitement caused by the plug and butterfly to remind her that they weren’t average.

After she’d put on a little make-up and done her hair, Jim took her out to his car. She sat in the passenger seat and with only a glance at Jim she pulled the back of her skirt out of the way so that her naked bum was pushed into the seat as usual. This time though she had the plug to contend with and it pushed insistently into her ass.

When he started the motor, she felt the vibrations of the engine transmitted straight into her via her plastic friend. That was bad enough, but just before he pulled out of the drive, Jim switched on the remote control and her crotch began to hum as the butterfly came alive.

‘Oh no, he’s going to run that all the way to the restaurant. Please don’t say it’s true.’

“Relax and enjoy yourself. I’ll take the scenic route,” Jim smiled as he told her.

Stephanie let out a little moan and tried not to concentrate on her stimulated clitoris. She realised that he had only put it on a low setting and was at least grateful for that.

He may well have taken the scenic route but Stephanie didn’t notice. Her journey passed in a blur of arousal. When he stopped the car he switched off the butterfly. Stephanie looked up and saw that he’d parked outside of The restaurant: his restaurant.

“I thought you might like to revisit the scene of the crime as it were, where I first saw your naughty wet panties around your wrist.” Stephanie felt herself blushing as she remembered.

He walked confidently into the restaurant and she trailed shyly behind him. He was greeted and welcomed by all and sundry. He joked and laughed with the waiters and the maître d’; she just stood there timidly looking down at her feet.

Then, his conversation finished, he took her hand and led her to a table in a quite corner.

She felt embarrassed to be sitting in the restaurant, her naked plugged bottom squirming on the hard chair and her skirt rucked up at the back. What was worse, making it more embarrassing, was that she found it all intensely exciting. Jim wasn’t forcing her to do this, she was doing it because she loved it.

When their waitress arrived at the table, Stephanie jumped up. Jim had switched on her vibrator, on full power. The girl, whom Jim introduced as Mary, looked at Stephanie when she squawked her shock.

“Er, um, I thought I saw a spider,” Stephanie tried to explain away her bizarre behaviour. She wasn’t sure she was convincing, but the vibrator had taken hold of all her rational thought and was rapidly eradicating it.

Jim mercifully saved her from explaining further as he took Mary’s attention and ordered dinner for both of them. Stephanie could only sit there, eyes glazing over, and stew in her increasingly copious juices flowing from her aroused pussy.

An orgasm was rapidly approaching, but as Mary walked away the little butterfly at her crotch stopped its tickling. She was able to catch her breath and calm down a little. Jim made meaningless one-sided conversation and Stephanie noticed as she regained her composure that he was watching her closely.

She realised it was not a coincidence when her vibrator was ignited again when Mary brought their first course from the kitchen. Stephanie thought that the girl must think her stupid or rude or both when she could only grunt an acknowledgement as Mary placed the plate in front of her. She wondered if Mary had heard the buzzing of the butterfly, in fact she wondered if it was possible that anyone in the restaurant couldn’t hear it. It seemed too overpoweringly loud to her to be discrete. However, the girl ignored her.

Later, she wondered if Jim had ever ‘played’ with Mary, and whether the girl had returned to the kitchen and sniggered with the staff about Jim’s new plaything.

The vibrator was on and off all through their dinner. Jim teased her mercilessly. Whenever Mary or another member of staff were near their table it would be running at full pelt. As she ate he would switch it on and off, and vary its intensity up and down, sometimes timing it for when she would take a mouthful, it seemed just to see her reaction or to place her off guard.

She was buzzing with arousal and she felt as if she were floating five feet above the table. The meal was fantastic, much better than her last one here she thought. Then she realised that she’d been terribly nervous and frightened last time and this time she had just enjoyed the intense feeling of arousal that Jim was giving her. She didn’t need to do anything other than enjoy the meal and let Jim take care of everything else, and of course try not to cum when he teased her.

She found herself drifting off into daydreams and fantasies as the meal progressed. It was impossible to keep her mind concentrated on anything other than her pussy. She imagined herself being taken into the kitchen and forced to strip in front of all the staff. Her mind was in a haze as she ate her desert. In her fantasy she was being made to perform fellatio on all the kitchen staff and the waiters as they came to the kitchen with food orders. She even imagined that Jim had Mary spank her naked bottom to encourage her with a wooden spoon.

She was still floating somewhere over cloud nine when she was led back to the car by Jim after the meal was over, the butterfly buzzing away and keeping her concentrating not on the people around her but on the pure animal arousal centred on the small blue plastic vibrator.

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 10 – The Club

By Rilawild

Stephanie sank down into the soft upholstery of the car seat with her skirt once more raised. She didn’t care whether anyone saw her adjusting her clothes and only a slight grunt escaped her lips when she felt the plug push firmly into her rectum again.

She closed her eyes and drifted away as the engine hummed and the car swept her away. She could hear Jim talking as they drove but she felt too remote to be able make out what he was saying, hoping that he didn’t expect or require a response to anything he said.

At last, the car drew to a halt and after a moment or two she realised that the butterfly vibrator had stopped once more. She stretched and opened her eyes. She’d expected to see Jim’s house, but instead saw that they were parked in a secluded tree-lined car-park. It reminded her of a car-park at a country hotel or something similar.

“So you’re back with me eh?” Jim asked. “It’s still early so I decided to visit a club.” He announced it casually, and Stephanie turned her head to follow the direction of his eyes. She saw a low building with an ‘Roman’ style pillared entrance, “The Temple” was carved in Latin script above the door and lit by hidden spot-lights.

“It’s a ‘special’ club. Doms and subs come here to let off steam, there’ll be plenty of people in there, all sorts: masters and mistresses, subs and slaves,” she saw him nod towards her when he said these two. “Sadists, masochists, fetishists and pony and puppy girls and boys.”

Stephanie shrank back into the seat as her fear began to build. Jim continued his litany of what they’d find in the club and she knew that she couldn’t go in there.

‘What if someone recognises me? What if they tell all my friends? I couldn’t cope with that, it would be so humiliating.’

She was about to beg Jim to take her home, rather than take her into the club, when he beat her to it.

“I can guess you’re a little frightened about going in there, aren’t you? Frightened that you’ll be recognised.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered blushing because he could read her so well.

“Well, we are going inside whether you want to or not. However, I do have a mask that you could wear so that no-one would be able to tell who you are.”

Relief spread through her and she reached out to take the mask he held out. However, before she could get it, he pulled it back.

“Now, now, now. If you want the mask we’ll have to make a trade. You can have the mask in exchange for that nice top you’re wearing.”

Stephanie was initially shocked but then realised that this was all part of their game. She could go into the club wearing the mask but with only her thin shrug on. She’d be anonymous but everyone would be able to make out the shape of her breasts. Or, she could keep her top on but leave her identity exposed. She couldn’t go in there and allow people to recognise her, so she would have to trade the mask for her top. Deep inside she knew what he was doing. It was to be her decision to surrender her top, to surrender not just the piece of material but a little more control.

Looking around to ensure that no-one was looking at the car, she quickly removed her top and replaced her shrug, tying it firmly between her breasts. The thin lacy material was now the only thing protecting her soft orbs and she didn’t intend to lose that protection. She knew it was too transparent, just wisps of opaque lace covering her modesty amidst acres of see-through lace. It was just too indecent for being out in public – she laughed to herself though that an actress at a film première could probably get away with it.

She was blushing still when she swapped her top for the mask. The soft black material covered the top half of her face completely when she fastened it around her head and she felt her fear ebb away now that she was anonymous.

‘He’s always getting me to remove pieces of clothing in public,’ she thought, though the pleasure coursing through her brain told her that she loved it.

Stepping out the car, she felt the cool evening air caressing her bare mid-rift and playing over her barely covered breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly and Stephanie saw that they were clearly visible through the transparent lace of her shrug. The breeze also stroked her beneath her short skirt. There was no doubt to her that her sex was bare and wet.

She felt extremely self-conscious: almost bare breasts, tiny skirt and mask covering her face. What if she were the only one in the club wearing a mask, wouldn’t that just make her stand out. Even though he’d implied it was sex club, would her skimpy clothing really be acceptable or would she cause a scene. She felt so unsure of herself and forced herself to walk a little closer to Jim, feeling safer in his presence.

When they entered “The Temple”, Stephanie looked on in awe. Once they had passed through the portico, guarded by a doorman who hadn’t blinked twice at her clothing, they entered an open area and Jim allowed her to take in the view. Inside a DJ was playing dance music for the collection of people on the small dance floor. Over on one side was a bar serving the customers and around the dance floor were a collection of tables at which the patrons sat. On the surface it was just like any other nightclub she’d visited, except for the people.

She hadn’t been at all sure what to expect when he’d been describing the types of customers that would be there. Her gaze flicked around the large open space before her. She could see people of all shapes and sizes, and a wide age range too. Whilst the club wasn’t full there were plenty of people there and that sent her nerves soaring to new heights.

Even though her own skimpy clothes and Jim’s assurances should have prepared her for what she saw she still found herself shocked by the naked flesh and fetish clothes that were on show. Leather, PVC and rubber seemed to be the most prevalent choice of material for ‘clothing’, most of it outlandish.

‘I guess that they don’t get to wear clothes like this in public very often and so they’re making the most of it where they can. I can’t believe that there can be so many kinky people living near by. Who would have thought it?’ she questioned herself with a silent chuckle. Then another thought crossed her mind, ‘I suppose I’m one of them too, and I wouldn’t want too many people knowing my secrets!’

There were a reasonable proportion of the people in the room in more ordinary clothes, so she felt that they wouldn’t stand out too much for not being dressed in the bizarre fetish creations that seems to dominate. There were even quite a few people wearing masks, that relieved her enormously. She blushed a bit more when she saw one woman who was completely naked but for a mask and shoes, imagining what it would be like to be on show like that. It sent a shiver straight down her spine that ended up merging with the buzzing in her swollen pussy. She fantasized for a moment that Jim would make her strip and then lead her around the club naked.

She was still imagining being nude amongst all these people when Jim gently took her arm and motioned her down the steps towards the dance floor and the tables beyond. She goggled at the bare breasts and buttocks quivering as people danced when they passed by the edge of the demarcated dance floor with its flashing lights and loudspeakers.

They threaded their way between tables. Stephanie’s eyes couldn’t take it all in. Here was a woman laying over another’s lap receiving a spanking; there was a hooded man kissing the boots of his mistress; beyond them was a woman kneeling on all fours dressed impeccably in a long evening dress with a tray of drinks resting on her back and holding a riding crop between her teeth. Next to her were seated a couple chatting away, who seemed completely oblivious to her plight. As Stephanie passed by them the man reached over and picked up his glass from the tray and then looked up at her and smiled. A look of desire glinted in his eyes as he glanced at her barely covered breasts. She hurried on to make sure that she stayed close by Jim, more self conscious than before of her jiggling tits.

Jim had taken a circuitous route to find a free table well away from the dance floor. Stephanie wasn’t sure if it had been so that he could see who was there, so that she could take in the clientèle or worse if it had been so that he could show her off. No matter which it was, in the end they finished up at a small table in an area designed to be relatively private. There were half a dozen tables each in its own little bay that meant that it was really only open to the hustle and bustle of the club on one side; its privacy was further enhanced by the fact that the only people who would come by these tables were the people coming and going from the tables themselves.

“I thought you’d prefer a quieter table,” Jim explained as he sat down at the table and she was pleased that he was so considerate. Stephanie was about to go to the other chair around the table from him when he stopped her.

“No! Please kneel here besides me.” She was surprised by this and just stood there as if she didn’t understand English. She started to protest, but before her mouth was open, he looked at her sternly. “I said ‘kneel’.”

As he stressed the word ‘kneel’ the butterfly vibrator leap to life. She let out a loud gasp and her protest evaporated with her breath. She had to reach out her hand to the back of Jim’s chair to steady herself, but it was fruitless as he, anticipating her move, shifted his chair quickly out of the way. Stephanie groaned as the vibrator worked at full pelt against her wet flesh and she found herself sinking to her knees as instructed – her legs seemed to be unable to support her.

“That’s better isn’t it?” Jim asked almost mockingly. “Though, remember that you need to keep your knees nice and wide apart pet”. He was leaning in close to her as he said this and Stephanie instinctively spread her thighs and found herself in the ‘Kneel’ position. It was only when the vibrator was slowed down to a light hum that she remembered where she was.

“Now, stay like that,” Jim ordered.

With her knees widespread and wearing the tiny skirt she knew that her pussy was probably visible to Jim. She was thankful that she was kneeling facing a spot between Jim’s chair and the table with her back to the rest of the club. She thought she’d have died of embarrassment if anyone else could have seen her exposed privates.

“I know you’re nervous, but you shouldn’t be. I think you need a drink to settle your nerves, go to the bar and get us one.” He reached for her hand and helped her to her feet.

‘So, he was just proving a point,’ she thought as she stood. ‘Why else would he force me to kneel and then immediate get back up to go to the bar?’

Stephanie wound her way towards the bar, this time by as a straight a route as she could pick. Without Jim close by, she was a little intimidated by all these people, so she walked a little faster than she should have. Unfortunately, she stumbled and found herself falling only to be caught by someone behind her whose elbows caught her beneath her arms.

“Careful love!” A man’s voice said in her ear and his arms slid around her. When he helped her back to her feet his hands “helped” themselves to handful of her soft breasts.

“There ya go, no harm done; all safe and sound,” her saviour announced gleefully and he gave her breasts a final squeeze before letting go and softly patting her on her bottom.

Stephanie didn’t know what to do or say. The man had just taken an outrageous liberty, but he had stopped her from falling and hurting herself. She turned, thinking she might slap him, and found herself in front of a gentle looking middle-aged man, slightly overweight, a little taller than she, wearing leather trousers and a leather harness criss-crossing his bare chest. He looked fairly harmless and was wearing a broad smile on his face. Next to him was woman about the same age and definitely not with the figure to wear the catsuit she had on; but she too had a gentle look about her face. Stephanie was completely disarmed by their appearance, she blushed (that was becoming far too much of a habit she thought), glanced down at the floor and said “thank-you”.

“Run along love,” the man told her and Stephanie, not sure what else she could do, carried on towards the bar. She thought that perhaps that that feel he’d had of her breasts had made his evening and decided she wouldn’t begrudge him that.

She eventually managed to buy a couple of drinks and began to wend her way back to Jim’s table. As she passed the table where she’d stumbled, she sheepishly glanced at the couple there and found them both smiling at her. The woman winked at her and Stephanie stopped in surprise.

‘What’s that about?’ Stephanie thought. However, her pause was just long enough for the man to reach out and squeezed her bottom.

“Well love, looks like you just can’t keep away doesn’t it? I see you don’t have a collar, are you claimed? Would you like to stay and play a while? Melinda would just love to tease those delicious titties of yours, wouldn’t you honey?”

Stephanie was a little taken aback. His hand was still stroking her bum and he was gently pulling her closer to the table where Melinda was leaning forward in eager anticipation. With her hands full, Stephanie couldn’t reach back to remove his hand. Part of her wanted to stay and find out what this gentle looking couple would do, but she knew that Jim was waiting for her.

“I’m sorry sir, but I have to get back to my table. Please excuse me.”

“Oh well honey, it seems she’s not free after all. What a shame.” He patted her buttock and finally slid his hand down onto her stockinged thigh. “Well, if you’re ever at a loose end we’re here every other weekend. OK then, run along then love,” he removed his hand from her leg and she was free to continue her journey back to Jim with their drinks.

Stephanie was surprised to see that Jim was not alone when she returned to the table and she stopped in her tracks. Sitting next to him was another man, probably in his early thirties, clean shaven with a mass of unruly thick black hair. Jim noticed Stephanie standing there and beckoned her over. She almost had to force her feet to move, one foot in front of the other until she stood besides him and placed the drinks on the table.

“Good girl,” Jim said and then motioned to the floor besides his chair before turning back to his new companion who’d already picked up one of the drinks, her drink, and begun to sip it.

‘Oh my god, oh my god,’ just kept running through her mind as she realised that he wanted her to kneel again. She knew that she’d be exposing herself not only to Jim but this other man too. He was a complete stranger and she didn’t think she was ready to do that just yet. However, Stephanie knew what Jim expected from earlier and that he wouldn’t take no as an answer. She wracked her brains trying to work out what she should do. She’d have to kneel. She looked from Jim to the stranger and then the table and finally the floor. Then she made up her mind.

‘I have to trust Jim,’ she told herself and sank to her knees right besides the table. She shuffled a little to get into position and then with resignation spread her knees to take up the position she knew she had to.

‘At least I have the mask, and I guess I knew something like this would happen when we came in here.’

She thought that from his position on the other side of the table that the stranger would not be able to see her crotch without leaning forward over the table or climbing down beneath the table but she couldn’t be certain. The thought of her exposing herself to this strange man embarrassed her, especially the thought that she’d done it completely willingly, but it also excited her and that seemed to embarrass her all the more.

Jim reached out and stroked her hair gently and perhaps a little possessively.

“This is the girl I was telling you about,” he said to the other man. Stephanie felt humiliation bubbling up inside as she considered that Jim had been discussing her, and what he might have been saying. He turned to Stephanie and continued, “this is David, a friend of mine from out of town.”

Stephanie wondered if he’d arranged to meet him here, whether he’d premeditated the meeting to help humiliate her, or whether it was coincidental.

David was watching her intensely and she realised that he was admiring her breasts. She blushed furiously, knowing that there was not a lot covering them and that he was able to clearly see that her nipples were rock hard.

Jim and David then began to reminisce about past times and mutual acquaintances. Stephanie tuned this all out, not knowing who or what they were talking about, so she was surprised when Jim asked her question. It took her a few moments to realise that he’d asked her if she wanted to dance. However, she could tell by the way he’d asked that he expected her to say “yes” and so all she could do was nod.

“Alright, but I’m happy here. I’m sure that David would love to dance though, wouldn’t you David?” The other man nodded. “So why don’t you two go and enjoy yourself for a bit.”

Stephanie, not really wanting to dance with this stranger, who seemed to spend all his time eyeing her breasts, knew that Jim wanted her to. That he’d set this up so that she had no choice, indeed so that it looked like she was the one who wanted to dance.

So once again, tottering on her high-heels, she found herself heading towards the dance floor. This time with David walking behind her and no doubt admiring the way her bum swayed. A moment of mischievousness overcame her embarrassment and she put a little more sashay into her stride. Her gait making her bottom sway even more, and drawing more attention to herself.

On the dance floor, she began to enjoy herself as she danced with David. He seemed to be passable dancer and she’d managed to relax somewhat as the music took hold. She found she couldn’t quite give in to the music since she had to be careful on the heels she was wearing, but she was definitely enjoying herself.

She was just starting to feel a little tired when the DJ took the beat down a notch or two, and she found herself dancing in David’s arms. Before long her head was on his shoulders and his hands were at her waist.

‘I suppose we ought to be getting back to Jim,’ she thought, but that was immediately dismissed from her mind when David’s hands moved down onto her barely covered butt. He was the second person to have grabbed her bum in this club, and she guessed that it was a fairly common occurrence. That didn’t mean she had to like it though.

However, David was holding her tightly, and she knew that Jim would not be pleased if she insulted his friend so she didn’t pull away as she wanted to. Besides, she realised she actually quite liked it to know that men found her attractive enough to ‘cop a feel’. His hands began to move around her bottom, feeling the soft pliancy of her buttocks beneath the brief material of her pleated skirt. The cloth slid over her smooth skin underneath his hands. The rhythm of the slow music and David’s touch combining to soothe her and also lull her into a stupor.

His hands were roaming all over her buttocks and it wasn’t long before he found the hard nub of the base of her plug underneath her skirt.

“My, my, Jim was right, you are a sexy minx aren’t you?” He laughed as he tapped her butt plug, testing that it was seated solidly.

‘Oh no, he thinks that it was my idea to wear the plug!’ she exclaimed to herself.

Then she realised that her skirt was slowly riding up with his caresses when she felt his fingertips stroke bare flesh at the base of her buttocks. That sent her heart beating more quickly.

‘I should stop him, step away and straighten my skirt.’ She kept telling herself that, as bit by bit the short pleated skirt was raised higher and higher, exposing more and more of her naked flesh and eventually the plastic intruder firmly embedded within her.

It wasn’t long before she knew her skirt was completely up to her waist at the back and his strong hands were roaming freely over her exposed soft buttocks, squeezing and pinching her skin.

“You are such a hot little peach aren’t you? Wearing no knickers and with that naughty itsy-bitsy plug stuck up your arse.”

Stephanie clung onto David as he spread her cheeks and took a firm grip of the plug. She knew that anyone behind her could see what he was doing and she felt deeply embarrassed that she was letting it happen without challenge. Then he pulled the plug outwards slightly before pushing it back firmly.

“Yeap, it’s definitely stuck up there.” he laughed. “Well, I think it’s time to get back to Jim.” He let go of the plug, patted her bum and then taking her hand he pulled her away from the dance floor. Stephanie stumbled after him, tottering on her heels once again. She tried to tug down her skirt and succeeded somewhat as she was pulled quickly between the tables, though she was sure it wasn’t covering her as well it did before.

Jim was sitting exactly where they’d left him when they got back to their table, but there were fresh drinks on the table, this time three of them. As David returned to his seat, Stephanie dropped to her knees besides Jim’s chair.

“Did you have a good time?” Jim enquired, and Stephanie released that he was asking David and not her.

“Yes indeed, she’s a good little dancer and as lovely a piece of skirt as I’ve seen in ages. You’re a really lucky man Jim, really lucky.”

Stephanie, blushed at the compliment, though she didn’t really like the way it had been phrased, ‘“a piece of skirt” indeed’ she snorted to herself.

“She is lovely isn’t she, and as you can see she’s learning well,” Jim answered his friend. “Talking of which,” he turned to Stephanie, “thank David for dancing with you.”

“Err,” she hesitated, “thank you sir.”

“No, not like that slut. You know how to thank a man properly so do it.”

Stephanie knelt there confused, not understanding what he was saying.

“Come along now. David’s wife left him a few months ago and his balls must be turning blue by now. Thank him by showing him how your fellatio lessons are coming along.” She was stunned.

‘Surely he can’t be serious, not here in public and with a stranger.’ However, she was beginning to realise that Jim was always serious about things like this. He did expect her to give a blow job to his friend. She thought that that was a step too far, way too far.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “Please, I can’t do it, not here.”

She was surprised by Jim’s reaction. He jumped up from his chair, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

“You ungrateful slut!” He spat. She half expected him to hit her, and then saw that he wasn’t going to when he started to stride away from the table purposely, pulling her behind him. She was afraid that he was angry with her and his tone had certainly suggested that. However, when he continued she was relieved to hear a more mellow tone to his voice.

“You wanted to dance and David graciously obliges you, and you can’t bring yourself to thank him properly.” He sounded more disappointed or annoyed than angry and she was relieved by that. However, she began to dread what he was going to do. Was he taking her back to the car because she’s ruined his evening she wondered. All the while he was pulling her, half dragging her, around the edge of the club, and all Stephanie could do was stumble along with him to prevent him pulling her arm out of its socket.

“I’m disappointed with you.” Even though she was relieved that he wasn’t angry and wasn’t going to take that out on her, she realised that she did feel terrible that she’d disappointed him. “We’re going to have to teach you again that when I tell you to do something, you do it. You don’t say ‘no’. I thought that you’d already learned this, but clearly not. This time you won’t forget the lesson!”

Their destination turned out to be another, quieter, room. Stephanie was amazed to see a naked woman tied against one wall, spread-eagled, and with a man swinging a flogger at her breasts. She yelped loudly when it struck and said out loud through gritted teeth, “fourteen master”.

The rest of the room was filled with various pieces of bizarre equipment that Stephanie could not name. Men and women were fastened to a good proportion of them, with others spanking, whipping, masturbating and teasing them. However, Stephanie found she had no time to watch, for Jim brought her right to a waist high padded bench and made her lay over it.

She was a little frightened, she hadn’t seen him like this before and wondered what was in store for her. She was sure that she would not enjoy this lesson that she ‘would not forget’. Being bent over this bench certainly didn’t bode well for her, and she realised that her short skirt would mean that she was definitely in danger of being exposed to the others in the room – though she hoped that they would all be much more interested in the other people than her.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do it, please, I’ll do it,” she pleaded, hoping to persuade him to that she didn’t need to be punished – for she was convinced that she would be punished; but her cries fell on deaf ears and she found her hands being fasted into cuffs attached to the floor directly in front of her.

“Too late,” Jim said. “You have to learn.” Then, “That’s enough moaning from you,” and with that he produced a ball gag. Stephanie knew better than to baulk when he presented it to her mouth. Timidly, she opened her jaw to accept the plastic ball and Jim unceremoniously pushed it straight in and fastened the straps behind her head. Then feeling sorry for herself she allowed her gagged head to drop in between her outstretched bound arms.

Behind her, Jim moved to her feet and pulled first one and then the other wide apart. He fastened them to the ends of the bench leaving her in a very vulnerable humiliating position. Unfortunately for Stephanie, that wasn’t the last of her humiliation; Jim simply flipped her short pleated skirt up onto her back exposing her smooth, naked and plugged bottom.

With her bottom exposed to anyone who cared to look, Stephanie knew that she’d taken another step. She could have stopped him fastening her here she supposed, but she hadn’t. She’d allowed him to bind her in this embarrassing position, and she knew that she’d done it because she loved the way he made her feel. And he was making her feel that way now. She knew that she was highly aroused and that probably frightened her more than what he might do to her in this exposed position.

Her legs were spread wide and without her skirt covering her, her cunt was fully exposed.

‘Oh my god,’ she thought as she suddenly realised that this was the first time that her pussy had been in plain view to anyone other than her lover. It had crept up on her. Yes, she’d often imagined being exposed like this in her fantasies and that always excited her. She’d even fantasized that going out this evening in her small skirt and with no underwear that it might happen; but deep down she’d never really imagined that it would actually happen.

However, suddenly she found her fantasy had turned into reality, and her pussy was positively dripping with her juices. She would have let out a moan if she hadn’t been gagged.

“I will spank you for your disobedience right here in front of all these people.” This time, her groan did make it passed her gag.

Jim ignored her grunted protests, and began to smack her naked buttocks. These were not just love taps though, they were strong hard spanks. He was putting a lot of force into them and Stephanie wanted to scream out to tell him to stop, but of course she couldn’t. All that came out was unintelligible groans and grunts.

After ten hard swots he paused, and felt her hot flesh. Stephanie could feel her skin stinging and she thought that her ordeal was over as he caressed her abused flesh. She jumped in surprise though when she felt the butterfly start up on a low setting. It was the last thing she’d expected, though she realised straight away that it was exactly what she should have expected.

He then resumed the spanking. Now, with the added sensation throbbing through her clitoris, the spanking began to add to her arousal. She found her excitement rising and it wasn’t long before she was approaching an orgasm, only to have Jim pause in his spanking again.

This time, as he caressed her bottom, the vibrator was upped to a medium setting and the spanking continued. After only a handful of smacks, Stephanie to her immense embarrassment exploded into her first orgasm. She knew it was the combination of the vibrator, the spanking and the fantasy turned reality of actually being exposed in public that had finally done it for her. She felt humiliated that she was cumming in front of at least half-a-dozen people, even though she couldn’t see them and she knew her mask hid her identity. Just the thought that they were watching her in what should be a private moment sent her over the edge again into another orgasm.

Her orgasms just kept rolling on and on, and she hardly noticed when the vibrations in her clit accelerated to their highest level, instead it just spurred her on more rapidly to another strong orgasm.

All the while, Jim was spanking her bottom. His strikes never landing in the same place twice. His hand had now covered the whole of her buttocks with a warm pink glow. Stephanie could only bump and grind her hips as she rode her orgasms and took the spanking. She knew that her gyrations must be giving her audience a wonderful show and those thoughts just added to her humiliation and the naughty pleasures she took from those feelings.

At last he finished his abuse of her bottom and turned off the butterfly, and her amazing, wonderful, orgasms subsided. He left her for a moment snorting in air through her nostrils as she slowly recovered.

She was still getting her breath back when he returned and placed a hand on her red flesh. Stephanie was surprised when instead of him reaching between her legs to feel her cunt, as she’d expected him to do, he pressed something small, cold and wet against her skin and moved it in short strokes. It took her a few moments to realise that he was using a marker pen to write on her exposed buttocks.

‘Oh! What’s he writing?’ she wondered to herself. He answered her unspoken question though as if he could read her mind.

“I’m telling everyone what a slut you are. Now, David and I are going to get a drink while you contemplate your punishment. When we come back, maybe you’ll have learned your lesson and you’ll have reconsidered thanking our friend.” With that he left her there.

From her position Stephanie couldn’t see anything in the room. All she could look at was the base the bench, her hands fastened to the floor and wall in front of her. She was terrified that once they’d gone strangers would come and touch her, maybe even fuck her. Bound and gagged, she could do nothing to stop them, and her bottom with her wet cunt completely open and exposed below it must make an inviting sight – particularly with Jim’s handwritten note.

‘Oh! Oh! Oh! What will I do if someone touches me? What if they fuck me?’ She found herself almost in a panic, and yet her predicament was exactly one of her most pleasurable fantasies. Even though she’d just had a fantastic series of orgasms she wanted another and her pussy was wet in anticipation.

Her mind was running in overdrive as she sensed people passing behind her, hearing them walk past or feeling the air move as their clothes caused a breeze to stir across her skin. She wondered what they made of the slut tied to the bench in front of them. Were they admiring her, wishing she was theirs, or was she just another poor slut being punished, not worth their notice?

At least some of them did notice her. She heard one man exclaim to his companion how wet is she was, she’d guessed that he’d squatted down behind her to examine her cunt. Then she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Look Melinda, it’s that girl again. Well love,” he said obviously addressing her, “looks like you’ve got yourself into a pretty pickle now, eh? Should have taken us up on our offer.” He laughed and Stephanie guessed that they’d moved away.

It seemed like hours before Jim and David returned. Numerous people had looked at her and seen the shame of her arousal at being in the humiliating position. Many had just admired her in silence, but quite a few had discussed her charms. She learned that she was a “sexy slut”, a “horny cunt”, a “hot bitch” and a litany of other terms. Of all the people who’d examined her, she was amazed that no-one had actually taken advantage of her position and touched her, let alone fucked her.

“Right then, are you ready to suck David’s cock?” Jim enquired when they returned. Stephanie nodded eagerly, she did not want to be left alone there exposed a moment longer. “I thought your attitude would change soon enough with a little encouragement. Now, have you been naughty and fucked anyone while we were gone? Let me feel.”

Jim reached down between her legs and Stephanie felt his fingers working themselves right into her pussy.

“No, no cum here, just a needy, soaking, but empty, cunt,” he announced at last, loud enough for everyone to hear. She felt a deep shame and had to admit to herself that he was right, she was soaking and she did need a good fucking.

Jim set about unfastening her from the bench and once she was free of both the bonds and the gag she sank to knees in front of a smirking David. She looked up at him from her kneeling position and asked for his permission.

“Please sir, may I thank you for dancing with me by sucking your cock?”

“Yes slut, that would be fine.” David was clearly eager for her to get started: his erection leap out of his trousers when she unzipped them.

“Oh yes,” he moaned when she took his penis into her mouth and began to suck him in earnest. Stephanie knew that she was a good learner and had taken her fellatio lessons to heart, and so she wasn’t too surprised when David came very quickly. She felt proud of herself when she managed to swallow every drop, but then began to feel disgusted with herself.

She’d just given a blow job in public. There were perhaps half-a-dozen people watching her on her knees sucking a cock like a common whore. Worse, she thought to herself, she was doing a stranger and didn’t even have the excuse of the money to justify it.

“Thanks, that was great,” David said as he tucked himself back into his trousers and then slumped down into a nearby seat grabbing a drink.

“Right pet, that’s enough for one night I think,” Jim announced, “Let’s get you home.”

Stephanie, sore from her bondage and with her bum still smarting from the hard spanking she’d had, climbed unsteadily to her feet. She still found the heels a little difficult, but she was getting better at walking in them. She followed Jim back through the club and out to the car park. As she did, her mind couldn’t stop thinking about what Jim had made her do, the way he’d exposed her pussy to numerous strangers, the way he’d thrashed her bottom just because she wouldn’t give a blow job to a stranger in public and that in the end he had made her give that blow job after all.

Her anger began to rise and she was fuming when they got to the car, she stripped off the mask and she sat in silence as he drove them back to his house. She worked herself up into a blazing anger. She hated Jim for what he’d done to her, and her anger was fuelled all the more because inside she knew he’d just uncovered her own naughty secret: that she’d loved every single minute of his humiliating treatment.

So she found herself slamming the house door behind her and then she launched into a tirade against him when they got back home.

“How dare you do that to me? You had no right to tie me to that bench and expose me, and then to go and leave me helpless with all those perverts. I could have been raped!” She was in full flow now, her voice echoed in the hallway loudly. “Then you make me suck off one of your desperate friends. Let’s all have a laugh at Stephanie shall we, let’s humiliate her. What jolly fun that would be, eh?”

“It was inexcusable, you’ve pushed me too far. That was not what I wanted, not what I expected from you.” Stephanie finished with a stamp of her foot and thrust her hands onto her hips, challenging him to respond.

She was surprised and a little annoyed when he didn’t raise his voice in anger back at her.

“Firstly,” he said quite calmly, “it was precisely what you wanted. Your cunt was streaming with juices the whole time.”

“Secondly, you’ll find written on that cute bum of yours the words ‘Look but don’t touch’, that’s why no-one did anything to you.”

“Thirdly, I didn’t leave you alone at all. I was sitting at a table out of your view, ready to step in at any moment. So, you were completely safe the whole time.”

“You bastard,” she shouted at him, “I don’t care what you say. I’m out of here.” She grabbed her handbag and stormed out the house and into the night.