Stephanie was embarrassed. She could feel the hot flush of it on her cheeks and down her neck and even down the front of her chest. It was a simmering kind of embarrassment, the kind that might have you wake up in the middle of the night, years later reliving the moment as though it was happening again. It was entirely her own doing of course, but it didn't seem to lessen the feeling.

It had all started out with Stephanie and her boyfriend Carl. Things were fine between them; stable, happy, content... but there was something missing for Stephanie, something of the fire and passion that she always thought would come with the relationship with someone she loved. Carl and Stephanie had been together for almost three years now, since Stephanie was 19 and Carl was 22. They had been instantly attracted to each other and seemed to fit together like a couple that had known each other for years. Stephanie seemed to know instinctively that Carl was 'the one' almost as soon as they met.

Now, they had been living together for almost a year. The two of them had made it a happy apartment with all the trappings of a long-term home. They had settled into a routine and therein lay the problem. Stephanie wasn't ready to settle down. She still wanted the fire, the passion, the heat of anticipation and it seemed to have been leeched out of her relationship week by week.

She had tried a couple of things to get the juices flowing but Carl seemed more interested in his computer and the Internet than in coming to bed early to try something different. Lingerie had cost Stephanie almost a whole paycheque. She had figured the hot garters and stockings with a transparent bra and panties would have had Carl foaming at the mouth. It hadn't. Oh sure, he had appreciated them but once she had finally begged him to come to bed, the sex had been business as usual. Stephanie wasn't sure what it was she wanted, maybe that he'd be so turned on that he'd have ripped the scanty clothing right off her body and ravish her... Anyway, it hadn't happened.

Stephanie knew he had a fantasy life. She had browsed through all the files on the Internet. Domination and Submission stories and pictures seemed his favorite kink. Borrowing the handcuffs from her police friend Sharon had been inspired. Surely this would let Carl know what she wanted... but no, he didn't seem to catch the clue. They had discussed having a threesome but none of the combinations they seemed to think up would work. Stephanie didn't want to have sex with a woman and Carl couldn't stomach the idea of her with another man.

Stephanie couldn't really complain. Sex with Carl was Ok. He seemed to make an effort to please her but something was missing and week by week, it gnawed at her.

It was finally her best friend Sharon who gave her the current plan. Sharon asked how the handcuffs had worked when she returned them and Stephanie had burst into tears. It took a while but finally Sharon coaxed the story out of her.

What Carl needed, Sharon said was a stimulus so direct, so unavoidable, that every erotic synapse in his brain would fire simultaneously. She had coached Stephanie on just what to do and now, a week later, Stephanie was doing it.

It was embarrassing.

Stephanie had been in the exposing position now for almost 10 minutes and, instead of being more comfortable, she felt more open and more exposed every second she was there. It had sounded all so simple when Sharon had described it. Carl could be counted on to always come home between 6:00pm and 6:15pm. Stephanie was to be waiting for him, suggested Sharon, in a manner that Carl couldn't help but ignore. They had set it up that way. Stephanie had come home early from work today just to be sure she'd be ready in time. She had started about 4:00pm with a slow luxurious bath, soaking all over. Her fingers stroked herself all over as she washed herself. She had been wet and horny all day, just thinking about this evening but she managed to resist teasing herself to completion in the bath. As Sharon had suggested, Stephanie took this opportunity to use her razor to shave her light brown puss completely. "No man can resist a clean-shaven woman," she had giggled.

Stephanie was sure to wash 'all' over. Given the liberties that she hoped Carl would take tonight with her body, she even reached back to slide a soapy finger in and out of her bottom, making sure even it was squeaky clean.

Finally out of the bath, Stephanie wrapped herself in a towel and got the rest of her plans ready. The note had been carefully written in advance and put in its sealed envelope. Stephanie set it aside for the last moment. The other supplies she had purchased were all in her briefcase. She took a thick bath towel and, having folded it carefully, placed it on the dining room table. Next to it she put the blindfold, the Vaseline and the rectal sex toy that she and Sharon had gone to buy together. Stephanie felt a shiver go down her spine as she looked at the jar of petroleum jelly. Playing with her bottom was not something that she had a lot of experience with.

Stephanie looked at her watch; 5:45pm, only a few more minutes before it would be too late to turn back. Grabbing some scotch tape, she went quickly to the front door and taped the envelope with the large "Carl - Read me before coming in!' on the front to middle of the door. He wouldn't be able to miss it.

With only a couple of minutes now, Stephanie stood back to imagine the view that Carl would have when he entered the apartment. The dining room table was in plain view of the door. She'd be impossible to miss as he entered. Of course for as long as the front door was open, that meant she'd also be visible to anyone in the apartment building corridor. Stephanie shivered again... too late to back out now.

Throwing her towel aside, Stephanie now walked, completely naked up to the table and climbed up on her knees. Placing her knees as wide apart as the towel she had folded there earlier, she placed herself facing directly away from the front door to the apartment. Stephanie's ankles were just over the edge of the table. She reached down to pick up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. The sudden loss of sight took her breath away. It seemed to focus her attention even more on her naked body. Stephanie knew she was alone in the apartment, but with the blindfold on, she felt like there was someone looking at her all the time.

Leaning forward slowly to her hands and knees, Stephanie adopted the pose that Sharon had suggested to her earlier. Lower and lower her head went until it was cradled in her crossed arms. As her back arched down, Stephanie's nipples touched the cool hard surface of the table. "Ooooh" she gasped. The touch was electric. Her nipples, already hard from all the excitement crinkled up until they ached.

Stephanie had nothing to do now but to wait... and think. Her arched back presented her bottom and more in the most exposing position possible. Stephanie had peeked in the mirror earlier and knew that even from the front door, Carl was going to be able to clearly see everything she had to offer.

With her eyes covered, every other sense seemed to kick into overdrive to compensate. It was as though every hair follicle on her skin was standing up and quivering, waiting to be touched. Stephanie felt the gentlest waft of air cross right between her legs and across her stretched and exposed anus. It made her only too aware how spread open and exposed it was.

Her nipples hadn't softened at all. If anything, they were trying to poke right through the table. They were almost always sensitive but now, they seemed to tingle from inside her firm B-cup breasts.

Her freshly shaved mons was hot and engorged, Stephanie knew that she was wet, soaking wet and that her inner lips were starting to puff out. How long until she started dripping right onto the table? she wondered. The slightest movement of air in the apartment made her wet lips even more sensitive. Speaking of sensitive, Stephanie now could feel her clitoris starting to poke out of its usual hiding place. She longed to reach down, to stroke it, to slide a wet finger along it, just for a moment but she resisted. She knew that in the state she was in, it would take only seconds to come and then this would all be wasted.

Of all Stephanie's senses though, her sense of hearing seemed to have increased tenfold. It was as though she had just adopted super-hearing. Every creak, every sound in the street, a drip of water in the sink, but particularly the sounds from outside the apartment door came to her as though amplified.

It had only been ten minutes, but in each of those minutes, Stephanie had been filled with questions, with wondering and, of course, with heat at the anticipation of what would come any minute now. Each thought she came up with seemed even hotter than the last, each scenario and fantasy that came to mind seemed to increase her heartbeat. Through it all was an undercurrent of embarrassment, of being more exposed than even her doctor had seen her, of waiting in this most submissive display position.

The sound of the key in the door seemed as loud as a crash of dishes might be in the kitchen. From full-blown fantasy to full stop in a millisecond, Stephanie suddenly held her breath. It was Carl. Ohmigod, thought Stephanie, he's reading the note now. It's too late. Oh, my.

The note had been very simple. Sharon had dictated it to Stephanie:

"Carl. When you come in, you'll find me waiting for you, naked and blindfolded. I am yours to do with as you wish for as long as you leave the blindfold on. Love, Steph"

The key turned in the lock and the door opened and Stephanie now knew that she could be seen, all of her, completely and utterly exposed to anyone who happened to be in the doorway. Suddenly a horrible thought came to her, "Oh my God! What if he's not alone!!! What have I done!" A full blush came down her face all the way to her breasts at the thought. The desire to jump up and run was physical but Stephanie resisted. She had put herself on display and now it was up to her lover to take her off he so chose. The door was still open, Stephanie had not heard it close, it seemed to have been open for 10 minutes although she knew it could not have been more than a few seconds so far. She knew that anyone who wandered down the corridor would see her and she prayed for the door to close but Carl held it open for what seemed like ages before the click of the door closing let Stephanie finally take a deep breath of relief.

She could hear every one of his steps as he crossed the distance between them. Stephanie could feel herself tense up, waiting for his touch. Even though she couldn't see him at all, she could feel his eyes roving over her. She could feel the heat on her face and neck as she blushed some more with the thought of how exposed she was to him.

His touch, when it finally came was featherlite. Just the tips of his fingers trailing up the inside of her left thigh from just above her knee, slowly, higher and higher. "Mmmmm" moaned Stephanie. Her breath was coming in short gasps now. Oh, if only she knew how close she was to coming.

Carl chuckled. "You seem very hot." He whispered.

"Oh yes," she said.

Carl chuckled again. Stephanie heard his steps as he walked toward the bedroom. Exposed as she was, she was sure that he'd not be able to resist jumping on her right away. Should she get up, would he come back? Stephanie heard him walking around the apartment. Now in the bedroom, now in the bathroom. Finally, the sound of his steps let her follow him back to where she waited, open, and displayed for him.

His fingertips touched her again, this time high on her back. Both his hands, trailed down either side of her spine until they were sliding down her smooth buttocks. Stephanie could feel them as they rested gently on her bottom, one hand on either side, cupping her gently. With a firm, motion, Carl's hands spread Stephanie's buttocks, wide, wide apart, using his thumbs along the crack of her bottom to display Stephanie's anus completely to his gaze. Stephanie gulped air and held her breath. If she had been exposed before, she was spread wide open now. Stephanie's body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt a gush of heat and wetness deep in her belly. Her anus 'winked' open and closed as she felt Carl's eyes boring into it from only a few inches away. It prompted him to chuckle again.

Carl's hands let Stephanie's bottom go and then slid lower to discover what he no doubt could have seen from the moment he entered the door. Stephanie felt his thumbs slide gently along the newly shaven lips of her drenched pussy, studiously avoiding her engorged clit. He could hardly miss it. Carl had never seen it sticking so far out of its tiny cover.

Stephanie's breathing was a series of gasps now as Carl's fingers peeled her inner lips wide open. She was, soaked, dripping even. Carl chuckled at her frustration. It would take about 10 seconds to bring her off if he just touched her clit, he guessed.

Carl removed his hands, leaving Stephanie in what was still a tremendously exposed position. Stephanie's ears picked up again, trying to guess what he'd do next.

The cold touch of something right at the center of her tight anus made her jerk her hips forward involuntarily. It was, of course, the Vaseline. Carl had taken a large dollop of it on his forefinger and touched just the tip of the petroleum jelly to the center of her light brown anal ring. Stephanie moaned and started to move her hips slightly as Carl made tiny little circles around the bundle of nerves. Stephanie couldn't help her anus winking in and out, drawing some of the Vaseline into her bottom with each motion. Finally, after what seemed to Stephanie like an hour of torment but was only a minute or so, Carl slipped the tip of his finger into the tight ring of muscle.

Stephanie held her breath again as he teased in and out in tiny millimeter movements. Despite the tiny movements, Stephanie found her hips starting to slowly rock backwards and forwards, trying to get more of him into her behind. Carl took his time, choosing his moment to slowly, but firmly slide his finger its full length deep into Stephanie's rectal canal. He held it there a moment, the moved the tip of his finger in a large circle deep in her body. The reaction was electric. Stephanie arched her back and pushed hard against Carl as she moaned loudly. Carl slowly pulled his finger all the way out. A moment later, newly covered with more of the cool slippery jelly, he slid his finger again as far as it would reach into the pretty girl's bottom.

When he pulled his finger out for the fourth time, Carl had thoroughly lubricated his young girlfriend's bottom its full measure. Any more and Stephanie probably would have had an orgasm just from the anal play.

Stephanie waited for a fifth insertion. She was so ready. If he'd just play with her like that for another couple of minutes, she'd be able to climax just like that!

The next touch at her anus though felt different. It wasn't Carl's finger this time. "Oh my, it's the plug," she realized. Carl teased just the tip of the black rectal plug into her. He moved it in and out, letting her anus get ready to stretch wider. Then with one had palping her bottom a little more open, Carl slowly slid the plug in to its widest point and held it there.

Stephanie had never felt so spread, so exposed, so, so opened as she was by the wide part of the plug. Carl held it for a moment, then twisted it slowly, activating every nerve ending in Stephanie's bottom at once. As Stephanie gasped for air, Carl slid the plug home, letting her sphincter pull it the last centimeter or so as it closed tight on the narrow neck of the toy. The wide base meant it wasn't going any further in or out until Carl moved it himself.

Stephanie was even more turned on than ever. Now, what would Carl do?

The sound of a jar top being popped off startled Stephanie. Carl had already opened the Vaseline and that had been the only jar Stephanie had left for him to find. What was this?

The smell of the Vics Vap-O-Rub was unmistakable. Stephanie raised her eyebrows under the blindfold. What next? She wondered.

She didn't have long to wait. Stephanie's over-stimulated nipples had been barely grazing the tabletop since she had assumed this terribly exposing position. Now, she felt Carl's fingers sliding along the table to trap her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Stephanie had been blessed (she sometimes said Cursed) with nipples that were larger than average. They were a light brown and easily aroused. When erect, the nipples became very thick and stuck out to embarrassing proportions especially when she didn't wear a bra.

Now Carl was teasing one of them and it had never been so hard in Stephanie's life. He rolled it gently with slippery fingers. Stephanie knew he was covering it with the Vics. He moved slowly now to her other side and applied the same teasing, gentle touch to the neglected nipple. As he was doing so, Stephanie could feel the heat begin in the first. She moaned again as that part of her body, already highly aroused, was stimulated yet further.

Stephanie's body was in constant motion now. The plug in her rear felt kept her rectum deeply filled and her anus held open. From her blindfolded vantage point, Stephanie felt as thought it was open for display; for all to see; as though a throng of spectators could see through the plug into the deepest recesses of her body.

Her face was still a beet red but whether it was still from embarrassment was academic. The sexual excitement running through every nerve ending in her body had her in a full-body flush.

The heating stimulation of her nipples only added to the turmoil. It was as though she couldn't concentrate; couldn't figure out what part of her body she should focus on. All the while, all kinds of parts of her body were crying out for immediately and urgent attention.

The sound of a 'click' and a flash that Stephanie could see even under her blindfold made her jump. He was taking pictures of her! She felt an urgent need to jump up and run and hide but knew that she wouldn't. The whole scene had excited her to the point that Carl could have invited in the whole neighborhood and Stephanie didn't think she'd move an inch.

Additional pictures followed. Each click came from a different direction. When he was directly behind her there were quite a number of them. Stephanie knew that her exposure was now immortalized in those pictures.

A new touch stroked up Stephanie's left thigh. It was scratchy. It made tiny stroking motions further and further up then stroked her smooth buttocks gently.

Finally, Carl spoke to her. "So, you've been looking for a little more excitement?" he whispered. "Well, a submissive girl like you should know what's coming next then. When you're naughty, you know you need to be punished by your Master and I've brought just the tool from your night table to do it with."

Stephanie couldn't believe her ears. Was this more than she'd bargained for? She knew now what she was feeling along her bottom. It was the bristles of her hairbrush.

As she was thinking about it, the hairbrush left her bottom and the next sound she heard was a sharp smack. The instant burning heat from the spank to her left buttock seemed to follow the sound a full second or two later. By then there were two more spanks to contend with. Carl spanked firmly and evenly across both sides of her bottom until it turned from lily white to a sharp pink. By then, Stephanie was gasping at every spank. It had only been going on for a few short minutes when it stopped.

Stephanie's bottom was rocking back and forth now in a clearly sexual movement. Oh, when, would he let her cum.

Finally, she could feel a touch at her soaked pussy.

"I know you play with this," said Carl. "I know what you think of when you do it and I know how you play with it."

Stephanie couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could Carl possibly know how she played with herself?

Carl was touching her pussy now with something... What was it? Oh God! It was the handle of her hairbrush! How on Earth had he known? The tip of the brush teased in and out then Carl slid the whole handle deep into her. How had he ever known that it had been in there before?

Carl twisted the brush slowly while sliding it in and out. Stephanie knew it wouldn't take long. She was so close.

Carl slid his free hand down near the brush handle. The very tip of his finger found her exposed clit just waiting for something, anything to touch it.

He made tiny circular strokes around the hard nubbin as he leaned down near Stephanie's ear. "You know what they say, Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. I can tell you it's going to be very, very different around here from now on."

It was the final straw. Stephanie felt her body convulse from her toes to her fingertips to the very center of her belly. It seemed to go on and on and on. Her legs flopped out wide, then together and she came and came and came.