Strangely while I relished the feeling of submission to you, at work I seemed to be becoming stronger. Everything seemed easier somehow, and not only that I seemed to be getting far more credit and praise. Charlotte even told me that I had earned a raise. Yet all the while work was becoming far less important to me than our secret things.

One evening you surprised me and picked me up directly from work. Coming into the office, making a fuss of me in front of everyone. I felt so special.

In the car you gave me my blindfold and adjusted it. We drove with me in darkness. My nipples crinkled. I felt every bounce of my breasts; every sigh in my throat was loud in my ears. People may be able to see, I realised. I held the sides of the seat and tried not to squirm. Felt my breasts tighten in my bra. You helped me out and led me to the door. As you walked around the car I suddenly panicked, we could be anywhere! Was it your house? Feeling scared. You opened the car door for me. I could smell your garden. The drive felt the same, the step. The comforting smell of the house. I relaxed. In my blindness I noticed that you had parked in a different place.

"You will be a good little submissive?"

"Yes."

"Whatever happens?"

"Yes. Whatever happens?" I sounded so meek.

In the hall you stopped. You took off my jacket and led into the lounge. It smelt different. Maybe you'd had visitors. You took my hands and fastened straps around my wrists, then fastened them together behind me. I was so excited. I was powerless. I was bound and helpless. You could do anything to me. Told to stay. I knew I would do as you wanted. You ran a hand over me, over my breasts, stomach, and sex. Laughed softly as you saw me push my body to you. You knew me. Knew myself. Wet slut. Made me tell you what I was. You could do anything to me now. Couldn't stop you. You had bound me. I was helpless. On heat again. Always on heat for you. Couldn't even see what you might do, wondering if I was to be smacked again. My thighs were wet. I felt you had moved away. I waited for you. I didn't know where you were. Breathing all over the place due to the blindfold. You were there again. You did something to my skirt. It took me a while to understand. Pulling it forward. You were cutting it! Scissors cut through the material until I felt the cold metal against my stomach. It dropped at my feet. My skirt! You cut through the top I was wearing. The metal grazing me. Cut the arms so it dropped too. I was frightened. You cut through the straps on my bra. Cut through the front. Cut my knickers off. I was trembling. I couldn't see. You pressed the cool metal to my hard nipples, the outsides of my labia.

Your fingers sank deeply into me. A grunt came from me. With your fingers inside me you led me to the arm of the sofa. I felt my cunt slid around your fingers as I moved. You helped me lean my chest along it. I opened my thighs wide, knowing I must look lewd, inviting more of you. I sucked my juices from you. Waited

Your mouth to my ear. "Would you like to come?"

Trying to nod desperately.

"You can. Whenever you want." I was so grateful. "Could you come without me touching?" You were near me. Your voice warm against my ear.

Mewing, nodding.

"Perhaps." My body rippling. Thrusting up lewdly. Wanting it. Needing it. Not able to reach the peak. "I would if you did anything. Even if you spanked me."

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know. Yes. Smack me. Force me to know I belong to you."

"Louder. Think of your audience. These people looking at you. Think of all these people listening, watching, waiting for you to climax. You like them to see you like this, don't you?"

An audience? I hadn't thought of others there! Frantic. Nodding without realising. Imagining people there. Nearer. Looking at me, as I'm thrusting, pushing myself eagerly. Imagining what they could see. Grunting. Thrusting. Exhibiting myself. The idea so disgusting, so exciting. Wanting to come for them to see. Letting the play acting take me.

"Have I to ask a total stranger to come and finger you? Finger that really slippery cunt of yours?"

"If you want to. Yes." My body hardly capable of movement, but thrusting. So desperate.

"Who shall I ask? They are all desperate to touch you. You slutty body really excites them you know. You shouldn't be offering yourself like that, should you. Would it excite you if I had you pleasure them? While I watched?" I was moaning softly. "Simon, would you like to go and use her."

Suddenly I smelt aftershave! Not yours! Someone else's! You weren't playing! I tried to rise but was held down. There was someone there! Maybe more! "No! No!" The words coming out quietly. They had seen me. Seen me naked, spread wide. Could see what a slut I was. I couldn't breathe.

"Simon is by your legs, looking at your cunt. Such a wet cunt. Would you like him to touch you?"

"Stephen! Please! I cant. I cant. Oh God! Oh God!" I sobbed. I began shaking.

Fingers grabbed my buttocks. Different fingers, a different man, a different smell. I don't know whether I really felt a finger flicker over my clit. I think so. Whatever, I erupted within my bonds. Grunting loudly. Feeling my sex spray on my thighs. I was out there. Somewhere else. Somewhere warm and pulsing. Feeling my body convulsing from afar.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you slut? Having to please my friends"

Your voice came from somewhere. I didn't know. Were you next to me?

"I cant. I cant... Yes."

"Are you going to make me be proud of my slut?"

"Oh God, Stephen. Please. Please. I cant. Oh God. Yes. Oh Stephen."

Fingers opened me up. I squeezed them as they entered me. They filled me, someone's fingers were filling me. I screamed and came again.

"Make it good for him, wont you?" Only incomprehensible sounds came from me. Smooth naked thighs pushed against my tied open ones. Not yours. You didn't have much hair on your legs but more than this man. A cock bounced against my cunt lips. It stabbed insensitively against me a couple of times and then found my opening, penetrating me. He fucked me. He fucked me hard and quick. I could hardly move. His body slapped against me as he used me. He was going to make me come again. My body was responding to him. I was such a slut. I heard myself gurgling, pleading with him to be harsh. His cock thrust into me. I was so wet. I felt him come. He came in me! I had another man's spunk in my cunt! Yet another orgasm ripped through me after he had filled me with his spunk.

He pulled out abruptly and left me. I sank to my knees exhausted and knowing I must look so disgusting to whoever was there. I was dribbling disgustingly. You pulled off the blindfold. Tremors rippled through me still. The man must have gone. You stood naked. Your cock looked wet. You must have wanked.

"You would have done it for me, wouldn't you?"

"What? What do you mean?"

You held up a handkerchief to my face. It smelt of aftershave, Simon's aftershave. I couldn't take it in. I didn't understand. You knelt over me, your cock speared my mouth. Your cock tasted of me! Tears ran down my cheeks.

Another day, we were shopping and I had been refused permission for underwear under my summer frock. You bought me more. A beautiful evening dress that cost multiples of any item I'd ever bought! It was ridiculous. Nobody would pay that. Grey silk. You told the woman to help me. I couldn't order her away, tell her I didn't need help. My eyes pleaded. You looked firm. She helped me with my dress. She saw my nakedness. I blushed so hot. I couldn't see any response from her, simply continuing as though she had naked women to help all the time. Helped me with the new dress. Silk caressed on curves as I moved, erecting my nipples. It was the most sensual dress that I had ever seen let alone worn. I wouldn't be able to wear anything under it. Any underwear would show. Yet it advertised my body as it slid over my flesh, displaying everything and nothing. The only problem was my sex looked obvious too even after I had tried to flatten my pubes. You told the woman that we'd take it.

"I don't need a dress like this. It's ridiculous. You've bought me so much. I'd never wear a dress like this."

"You will."

"When?"

"Not for a while. But you'll need a dress like that. More."

"I don't deserve it."

"I know."

"But this is too expensive. I don't need this."

"You'll be with me!"

It was carefully boxed for me. I could have given myself just for that dress.

Outside the shop I completely forgot myself. Hugged you. Cried. Danced excitedly around like a child in front of you. Except children didn't have buttocks like mine and they would normally wear underwear. People saw. He laughed and laughed. I dragged him away near tears.

We went to buy a pair of high shoes. A boy served me, flirting with me. Smiling. Nice. Kneeling at my feet. Watching him put stilettos onto my feet. Black, shiny, such heels! My feet on his thigh as he knelt and fastened the thin high strap. Suddenly I remembered, suddenly realised my lack of underwear. The boy looking at my almost touching thighs. Up my skirt. At my face. Knowingly. Stood, walked dangerously. Stood by him. His face near, level with my cunt. He looked up the full length of me. Looked at my frock covered cunt. In my mind I saw his face press against me! Sat down. He removed a shoe. Thighs rolled slightly apart as he took off the other. A boy. Saw up my thigh, up my skirt, at me, at my bared cunt. He looked at my face, then back, both our faces scarlet. I let him continue to look at me for what seemed like ages as he replaced my old shoes. You paid. I trembled. Scared that I had overstepped the mark. Scared my frock would have a damp patch at the back.

You led me quickly into a department store. Upstairs to the furniture? No. Gents lavatory! Took me inside! Empty luckily. Smelt different to Ladies. Into a clean large cubicle. Bags dropped. My dress was pulled over my head quickly. I stood naked, my back against a cold solid wall. My open mouth moved soundlessly as my hands opened your clothes frantically. Kissed. I was naked. You knew! You made me understand who called the shots. Gave myself eagerly. You took me roughly. How I wanted it, to make me humble. Thighs up, apart. A buttock held in each of his hands. Before you lowered me onto your hard cock you told me I would be disciplined for being too forward. Not for doing what I had done! For acting before I had permission. Then I was penetrated. Your casual shirt rubbed my nipples. My body jerked for you. A finger invaded my rear again. Plundered. Desperate. Acting without permission resulted in permission for release not being granted. Pleaded. Had to let you take what you wanted from me. Loving being made to know that you were my boss. Loving the feeling of my body wanting to explode but not being allowed to.

Submissively I cleaned you. Stood to let you wipe the semen dripping from me over my breasts. From my cunt. We left passing a man with his cock in his hand and an open mouth.

You made me to go back to the shop. Taking my arm as I stiffened, realising your intent. I had to do it again. Display myself because you were making me. Waited for the boy. You told him I needed another pair. We went to a quiet corner and you made me sit right on the edge with my hands behind me on the seat. You slid my hem higher before the boy came over. Partially concealed from the rest of the shop. The boy was blushing. No more than I. You were making me display myself. My hem was dangerously high. My breasts heaving. He brought the new shoes, looking at Stephen.

"It's all right. The lady needs your help."

His hands were tender on my calves. Maybe he was a virgin. He lifted my leg. He took off my shoes. He parted my thighs. I let him. He could see up them. He could see my cunt. He would be able to smell it. He took off the other shoe. My hem lifted higher. Weight on my hands. He looked at you again then back up my thighs, which I had parted further for him so he would see my cunt. You had just fucked it. It was bloated and wet. I wasn't displaying myself you had me displayed. I had learnt. As he put the high heels onto me his hand touched me behind the knee. I pushed forward. Lifted to him off the seat as I stood. I wobbled around. Let him adjust the shoe as he knelt, head near my crutch.

"Tell him what you've just done." I looked at you helplessly. I bent down as though checking the shoe and whispered into the boys ear.

"I've just been fucked. Because of what I let you see. I've just been taken and now I've been told to show you again. Did you like looking at me? Does it excite you looking at my cunt?"

"Yes."

I trembled uncontrollably as we left the shop. Pushed to you, let you feel me giving myself. I wanted to go home, have you take me again. Instead you sat drinking a coffee. You made me stand telling me I had a semen stain on my skirt. I blushed knowing you were right. Men looked at me as if my sexuality beamed like a beacon. They looked at me as though they wanted to fuck me. You continued as if nothing had happened. I knew you would spank me. I wanted it.

You did. It was the same as last time. I had to ask to be punished. Undressed for it, lay over your thighs again. My lips felt enormous. I could feel your erection. You caressed me to start and then began, harder this time. I deserved it. I was a naughty little girl. Your smacks and caresses continued. I whimpered and then sobbed as the heat took me again. I felt hornier and hornier as you smacked me, my bottom hotter and hotter, my vagina throbbing.

After, I lay over your thighs half sobbing half gasping. I begged you to fuck me. I was your slut. I wanted to be used. You took me harshly. Your body slapped against my tender bottom. You made me come and you filled my cunt with your spunk.

I was so grateful for my gifts. Made to put away the clothes. Except the shoes. You made practice walking in them. Naked. For you to watch. Your liquids dribbling down my thighs. Remembered being made to walk for the boy. Remembered his touch and his excitement. I practised every half hour. My hips thrust forward, back curved. Ached. Gradually I became more confident, even on stairs.