[Slave_E]

The phone rang while I was pulling my dress over my head. I struggled my arms free and snatched it after the second ring. Not wanting to draw more attention I hurriedly touched the button and whispered, "Yes?"

The screen remained black, but a faint voice asked, "Emily?"

It was him, Adrian. After two days! Who else would call me on FaceTime in a changing cubicle on the second floor of that huge LSD Love Sex Dreams sex shop on Potsdamer Straße? I meekly replied, "Yes, it's me..." and fell silent. I was too embarrassed to say more.

"Where are you?" He sounded cheerful.

"I'm in a changing cubicle in a sex shop..." I took a deep breath to soothe my nerves and added, "I'm sure you can see me on your screen, so you know I'm almost naked. As you can also see, I'm trying on a pleated mini skirt in red and black..." I held it into the camera, "... and that slutty red and black push up bra hanging on the hook behind me..." I turned around to show him. "You've caught me in a compromising situation!"

"I don't mind. It's ok. We need to talk... "

"About what? Our last conversation?"

"As well, but most of all about us. It all went badly last time. I didn't understand what was going on. You left so fast, and then... you didn't answer. I had to think about it. But now I know - it can't have been about me. It must have been due to other circumstances."

"It sure was... I could not deal with these teenagers, and then I had to attend to the BF, no chance of taking your call..."

"I see... I have to apologize for my emotional upsurge. I felt so sorry for you, after everything you had confessed, but then you did not listen to me any more, just as I was about to open up, so I got carried away. I did not mean to add even more pressure by expecting too much from you too early. At least not in that way." He stopped, but when I did not react, he proceeded, "For the time being, instead of showing you more of me, I'd love to know more about you. So far I know that you are a nice, intelligent, daring, funny and very slutty girl. I'm sure you'd like to answer more questions."

"Here? Right now?"

"Why not? Start by telling me what you are doing in that sex shop. Tell me what you are up to."

I decided I'd better deal with his questions first before getting back to our last conversation. I did not want to risk him hanging up, so I said, "I'm here to buy things for a task I have to do for one of the BF's paying clients..."

I heard chuckling sounds, then, "What else do you need?"

"I have already picked white knee socks, a white buttoned up blouse and black patent leather shoes, or, in my case and to be more precise, faux leather shoes... Either the client or the BF want me to look cheap..."

"Which you will do, judging from what I see... " He chuckled again. "Can't wait to see you change into a slutty schoolgirl! But why buy all this in a sex shop?"

"Because I need a specific steel-chain necklace, a specific set of adjustable nipple clamps, a specific butt plug and stainless steel clip-on earrings... and because the BF insists on me trying them on before buying..."

"So I'm the one to benefit from the BF's decision?"

"Yes... Isn't it a strange coincidence?"

When he answered, his voice showed no uncertainty. "Because I'm calling you right now? I'm just a lucky guy, that's all.... What I think is strange is that the BF, or his client, mixes slutty clothes and expensive toys. Wouldn't be cheap plastic toys be more appropriate?"

I shrugged. "Don't ask me. Ask the BF. Or the client... I'm just one of these toys, cheap or expensive, depends on you ... Do you really want to discuss all this, here, in detail?"

"No. I don't. Let's concentrate on the things at hand. I suggest you put on your new clothes and leave the cubicle. Walk the aisles and check out the merchandise, this will give us ample time to talk."

I put the phone on the little stool with the clothes I had worn on my way to the store. I wanted him to see me. I looked into the camera and made a show of closing the Velcro fastening of the skirt carefully, because it was very short and very low cut. It was obvious that a quick jerk would be enough to get me naked down there. The bra was heavily padded. It pushed my small tits up wide enough to make them almost look like medium sized boobs. I donned the blouse, closing the few buttons I was allowed to close deliberately incorrect. I slipped into the the socks and the shoes, stood on tiptoes, turned around and asked, "How do I look?"

"You look great! You're a swell girl whatever you wear. Mouth-watering, even in these clothes..." I could not help, I had a big grin on my face when he asked, "Ready to leave the cubicle?" I took a deep breath and opened the curtain. The shop was empty. I stepped out, leaving all my other clothes behind.

I held the phone so that he could see me. I could hear him anyway. Behind long shelves marked Dessous, Latex, Toys, Bizzarre, Spiele, Bondage, Fashion, Aphrodisiaka, Kosmetik and Blockbuster, a wary shop assitant watched me inconspicuously. To the sides, floor-to-ceiling windows allowed an unhindered view outside. I walked down the aisle, passing a Womanizer Pro40 Sensual Pleasure Enhancer, an Original Butterfly Kiss Vibrator, a Sculpted Remote Clitoral Vibe, the World's Most Sophisticated Oral Sex Simulator and finally stopped in front of a 3D Realistic Mouth Blow Job Stroker.

I took it in my hand, allowing Adrian a closer look. He laughed, "A male masturbator, just what the world needs..." I put it back in the shelf and walked on. He asked softly, "How do you feel, surrounded by all these toys, Emily? Are you excited?"

I hesitated, then I answered truthfully, "Yes, I am... My breath is shallow and I am very agitated. My pussy is soaking wet... But I think it has more to do with the situation, me being here alone, wearing a clearly provocative fetish outfit, in a shop that is said to be a drug hotspot, a place for illegal prostitution and a meeting point for all other kinds of shady people."

"So why are you there?"

"That's easy! Because the BF told me to..."

He fell silent. I passed another shelf with gags, handcuffs and other bondage paraphernalia. He resumed, "What is it you crave? The humiliation? Being objectified? Or do you like being a toy, mere chattel?"

I arrived at the windows and looked out, at a Turkish supermarket on the other side of the street. Thin rain fell down. The fruit crates in front of the store looked like they were freezing. It was only 3:30 pm, but already getting dark. I felt cold, wrapped my arms around my body and said, "I dunno. Maybe... Would that be bad?"

He did not answer. Instead he said, "I think it excites you to be exposed. I think the humiliation makes you squirm." I looked wordlessly at the camera. He went on, "Maybe you don’t want any of this in real life, maybe it terrifies you - but what about your thoughts, your fantasies? Do they wet your pussy? Is it the fear that makes you hot? The ‘what if’? The risk? Like any other adrenaline junkie? Does that make you drip?"

I observed a veiled woman in black leaving the supermarket, heavy tote bags in both hands, a little girl in a pink Princess Lillifee parka in tow. The rain turned into snow. I whispered, "Once I had an online Mistress, she wanted me to suffer..."

He smelled blood, "A Mistress? What did she want you to do? Did you like it?" He was so eager, so curious.

I shrugged. "Partly yes, partly no. You really want to know?"

"Of course!" he said, as if from far away. My eyes followed the veiled woman approach a large black SUV, parked at the curb in a bus stop. A bearded young man got out and opened the trunk. She put the bags in and sat down on the passenger seat, while he helped the little girl lovingly into the back seat.

"Okay... You know that I live in a small apartment on the top floor of an old building. And that the apartment has a nice roof terrace." I sighed. "You may have seen it recently..." He remained quiet. I sighed again. "Be it as it is. The day I want to tell you about, my then Mistress had given me a very special task. I had to dress in only panties, a mini skirt, high heels and a hoodie, nothing else, despite it being winter and below zero. She wanted me to go out on the terrace, push the skirt up, grab enough snow to create a nicely shaped snowball and put it in my panties."

"Oh my..." he said. "Have you done it?"

"Have you ever done it? It is an experience. The snow creates a stinging sensation." I grimaced. "My whole body stiffened. I held my breath and tried to relax, but could not bring it over me to hitch up my panties. Finally I succeeded and brought the snow in direct touch with my skin, especially with my pussy lips, my clit and my butthole." I hesitated. "What can I say? It hurt. When I tried to move, the snow adapted to my body contours and hurt even more. At the same time it got me numb. The pain did not stop, it changed to a dull ache. I stood very still. My hole body shivered. When the shivering subsided, I unzipped my hoodie and let the cold air bite into my nipples..."

Out of the corners of my eyes, a flashing neon sign catched my attention. Outside the window, a big shiny cuboid had begun to spin. One side signalled OPEN in big red letters, another side showed the letters KINO in blue, and a third side showed a big yellow 1 in a circle. The other sides remained dark. Up close it was a hypnotic spectacle.

I forced me to look away, tried to focus on Adrian and my past and said, "You'll be happy to hear that despite the cold the snow between my legs started to melt. A thin layer of water isolated my skin. The pain appeared to be not so bad any more, but when I started walking, it came back. The insulating water was drained off, or soaked up by my panties, and the snow was in direct contact with my skin. This is when I decided to leave the building. Since I did not want to climb four stairs with snow in my panties, I took the elevator."

A grumpy old man and two young guys with beer cans in hand appeared on the stairs. Over a door on the back wall, a neon sign lit up and said, KINO 1. The door swung open. Turgid porn music droned out and the darkness behind the door sucked them all in.

I stared at the big snowflakes whirling around the turning cuboid and continued, "Outside it had been really cold, the thermometer on my roof terrace displayed -5°C. The snow on the street was hard frozen, and it kept snowing. A cold wind blew very small snowflakes in my face and on my bare chest, but stubborn as I am, I did not close the zipper. I kept walking, and concentrated on the snow between my legs. Every step brought it in direct contact with my pussy. If the cold would not have made it numb, I do not think I would have been able to bear it. By now my whole body was shaking. I definitely was not dressed for the occasion. Even the blood streaming into the lower parts of my body was not helpful. It melted the snow, but the cold water dripping down my legs made me even more aware of the chill of the wind. After maybe 10 minutes of trying to defy the weather, I turned and walked back. My shivering had become violent and I could not walk any more. I was happy nobody saw me. I do not want to know what they might have thought of me. It was too cold for people to go for a walk."