Beyond the café.

[iceman713]

IceMaiden just want to say WOW. I am hooked on your story. I love how yall bounce back and forth completing the story from the POV. Please keep up the good work

[IceMaiden]

Smiling to myself, I sit at my desk, a nice, hot cup of tea in one hand, the other free in case it is needed. And yes, we have a visitor to my little site. One of my screens shows me what she is looking at, the other shows a spinning wheel and then - yes, there she is. I might have to burn that robe one day, but the view of her cleavage will do for now.

More important still is the look on her face as she discovers the nature of my little site. The colour drains, then returns in a flood, from pale shock to livid blush almost faster than I can follow. I laugh softly to myself at her expression, the mix of shock, fear and - undeniably - lust. And no, I am not imagining the latter. Her robe falls open, revealing her ample breasts as her hand delves noticeably between her legs. The camera doesn't show so low, but there is no mistaking her destination. My eyes flick between the screens, catching the exact image that set her off. Thick fingers inserting into her visibly wet sex, hands mauling her buttocks, pinching her breasts and nipples. There is a good chance she will sport a few bruises in the morning.

Her face flickers, breath catches, I can see her orgasm in her features. The almost pained tension, the palpable relief as her muscles relax. I even note the slight sway of dizziness, marvelling at the intensity of her orgasm. My own fist runs slowly up and down my length, gripping firmly as I allow her pleasure to fuel my own. But I do not let myself cross the same line. It would be so easy to cum, but I know when I do I fall into an exhaustion, and I have more to do. Reluctantly letting go of my manhood, my fingers stutter over the keys, backspacing and correcting the copious errors my flustered fingers fumble.

"I hope you enjoyed the site, my little slave slut. It would be selfish to keep such a treasure all to yourself. In 5 minutes, your screen will offer you a choice, cancel or confirm. Choosing cancel deletes the site forever. There are no copies of the pictures or the videos. Choosing cancel removes all evidence of tonight's adventure and there is no going back. Choosing confirm makes the site public, opening it as a pay-per-view experience to anyone who wishes to subscribe. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of men will watch your experience tonight, and all of your future adventures.

Choose wisely."

Still breathing hard I click on the email icon and His name appears as the most recent contact. It's not unusual for him to be in contact so often but it is unusual for him to require so much from me in such a short space of time. Because of this I'm shocked when I read the words of his email.

I can't think straight anymore. The nights adventures combined with the powerful orgasm and now this choice I have to make succeeds in my mind switching off completely for a few minutes. Free from the constant questions, fears and nerves I take the opportunity to head downstairs and grab a glass from the cupboard before filling it with bottled water. As I sip the water I consider for a brief moment pouring myself something a little stronger before I dismiss that idea. I need to be in control right now and make a decision regarding the site without being under any influence.

I finish the water and slowly rinse the glass and return it to its original place before making my way back upstairs and sitting back down. I'd only been gone for two minutes so the option hadn't yet appeared on my screen. As I reread his written words I swallow hard, fighting between common sense and the ache appearing in my pussy.

In what seems no time at all the screen flashes and then brings up a small box. "Confirm" and "Cancel" stare back at me and I hover the mouse in between them, completely lost and unsure which to choose.

I know which one He would prefer for me to choose but...can I really do that? There's no hiding my identity on either the pictures or videos. Every angle, every close up...it's all very obvious that I am the one in the frames. What if someone I know stumbles onto the site, should I choose to confirm?

I know it's unlikely but even the small chance of that happening has me breathing hard again, a mixture of fear and arousal. I've worked so hard at keeping this hidden from the world, can I really risk outing myself this way? I know that if the worst were to happen and someone in my personal life were to happen across the site it would be just as difficult for them to explain what they were doing on it as it would be for me to explain why I am on it. But that doesn't really give me peace of mind or make the decision any easier.

Sure, if I choose to confirm I know I'd find the idea of being watched arousing and the growing ache in my pussy confirms that. But the reality of being watched? I don't think I could handle that...could I? I know He wants me to choose to confirm and even though I want to do what he wishes I can't bring myself to check the option. My mind made up, at least right now, I hit cancel and sit back in the chair, unsure what this will mean for us.

[m55uk4younger]

Loving the story, we know she is regretting hitting "cancel" already. Waiting for the next installment and its twists and turns, keep them comming!

Sir.

[IceMaiden]

It is late. So late it is early. She tends to sleep in on a Saturday. Today I suspect that will be even more true, after the night she just had. The week she "lost" her spare key afforded me plenty of time to have a spare cut before it turned up inside a shoe. Such a scatterbrain at the best of times, she saw absolutely nothing odd about finding her missing door key in her trainer.

Using my own key, I let myself quietly into her house. My heart races, normally it isn't me who takes the risks. Closing the door oh so slowly behind me, I turn to face up the narrow staircase to her bedroom. Creeping quietly up, wincing at every squeaking floorboard, pausing, listening, a cold sweat forming over my body.

I shouldn't be doing this, I know. It is wrong, illegal and immoral, a total invasion of her privacy. My only defence is that I would sooner die than hurt a hair on her head, my precious little girl, sleeping so peacefully behind just a thin wooden door. Gently I push it open, pause, step inside, pause. Every move I make so slow, deliberate, careful and, above all, quiet. Reaching the bed I gently pull back the duvet, just enough to see her naked body in the dim light filtering through her curtains. I want her so badly. But that isn't why I am here.

The first job is to crawl under her desk. Oh how she would laugh if she could see my naked arse wiggling. Plugging a little USB drive into the back of her computer for future use, I am sure she wont find it. She is not very computer literate, and judging by the dust, she hasn't seen the back of her computer since it was plugged in.

I then turn my attention to the envelopes she retrieved from the abandoned factory. The first is of no interest to me, but it takes a second to find the larger, unopened envelope on her bedside table. Though she doesn't know it, this contains £1500 in £50 notes. Laying a second envelope atop, this one vivid pink so there is no mistaking it wasn't there when she fell asleep. Across the pink envelope, in bold black letters, the words "Open the other envelope slut. Then open this one."

The note in the pink envelope reads;

"I do hope you didn't sleep in too late little slut, your taxi will be here at 2pm. You will be taken shopping to a rather special little shop I know of. You will use the money provided to buy clothing I would approve of. ONLY clothing I would approve of.

Oh, in case you are wondering where the money came from. Every guest at your little party last night paid £50 for the pleasure. I hope you enjoyed your first night as a whore, enjoy your profits."

With no alarms set to go off I wake late come Saturday morning. Even later than usual. My adventures the day before succeeded in exhausting me emotionally and mentally and finally I slipped into a blessed peaceful and dreamless sleep when I eventually allowed the exhaustion to overwhelm me.

Slipping out of bed my eyes adjust to the morning light streaming in through the crack in the curtains and I reach for the bottled water on my bedside stand. As I do so I knock off the envelope I placed there last night and reach down to grab and replace it. It's then that I see the other one that fell off with it.

My entire body stills as I stare at the pink envelope. That wasn't there when I went to bed, was it? I don't remember it. I think back to the prior night and now I know it wasn't there. How the hell? As I contemplate this I detect a lingering scent of cologne in the air and my heart flutters wildly. Was it him? Someone else? How?! I need answers and if he doesn't have them I need to get my locks changed immediately.

So wrapped up in how it even arrived in my room the words on the front of it blur for a long while until I manage to calm myself down a little and focus properly. Grabbing up both envelopes my eyes flick over the written words and I'm tearing into the first one. When I pull out a thick bundle of notes I'm beyond shocked. Where did all this money come from? What's it for?

Placing the money on the bed next to me I dutifully open the pink envelope. I'm too stunned for words by the time I've finished reading and I reflect how usually that's impossible to achieve. He keeps surprising me more and more. I don't know how I feel about this either. I feel like I should be offended but...I'm not. Not in the slightest. In fact, I'm automatically aroused to a very noticeable degree as I read over the contents and again reflect where the money came from.

I glance over at the clock and see I only have a little under an hour before the taxi arrives so in a hurry I rush into the shower and wash and dress myself. I rarely use makeup anymore as I know he isn't too fond of me wearing it so I'm dressed, my hair pulled up into a ponytail and ready to go within thirty minutes.

I hold the notes in my hand and constantly glance down at them still in a daze as I wait for the taxi to arrive. Just before two PM I head downstairs to wait outside and see that the taxi is already waiting for me. I roll my eyes slightly. Him and punctuality. It seems he extends that to those around him too. It's warm outside so I grab a light jacket and my bag before crossing towards the car and climbing inside. I hope it's not the same driver as last night. I don't ever want to see him again, I'm far too embarrassed still.

Without a word the driver pulls away from the kerb and heads towards...wherever he is taking me. I reflect how I've now gotten into a strange taxi twice with no idea of my destination. Where has my sanity and common sense disappeared to recently? As I'm wondering about that the driver pulls up in front of a small store and when I see the items displayed in the window I sigh. I should have known. A fetish shop.

I don't bother to try and pay the driver, having already learned there is no need to the night before. Instead I thank him before climbing out and heading into the shop. As I look around I see an array of lingerie and toys. Making my way further to the back of the shop leads me to aisles of erotic books and DVDs.

I glance over the aisles of clothing and roll my eyes. Everything in here is something he would approve of. It's all extremely skimpy and slutty and leaves little to the imagination. Not one for shopping, I don't linger too long choosing several items for myself. Instead I grab a handful I know that he would like in my size and make my way over to the check out. I refuse to spend £1500 on lingerie, finding that to be ridiculous. He will just have to be content with the several items I have chosen out.

I blush as I pay the cashier, a male in his late thirties by the looks of it. He eyes the clothing and then me quite a few times causing my blush to deepen before he finally starts ringing it up. Finally he tells me the amount and I hand over the cash. He bags up my items and hands me my change and I quickly make my way towards the door, wanting to be out of the place. I have too many emotions and thoughts going on right now and I need to be somewhere familiar to make sense of them all.

As I'm about to open the door I feel a hand on my arm and glance round to see another man stopping me from leaving. As I'm about to question what he's doing he introduces himself as the store manager.

"I need you to come with me, Miss."

I frown at him, entirely confused and question,

"Why?"

He doesn't answer me and instead takes a firmer grip on my arm and begins leading me back into the store, past the check out area and into...his office? I glare at him, confused as hell as to what he is doing. He moves back across the room and closes his office the door and suddenly I feel extremely vulnerable as I realize I am alone with him.

[Sagarkoe]

Amazing thus far.
Looking forward to the upcoming parts!

[IceMaiden]

This particular fetish shop is more than it appears. Among other little surprises, the owner shoots porn videos in store. Cheap little low budget, low quality shoots, to be sure. But the entire shop is covered in secret cameras and one way mirrors. I watch on a bank of monitors as my girl scampers carelessly through the aisles, tossing items into a basket without really looking. Not unexpected really. I nod to Paddy, the owner, as she leaves and send him out to implement phase two of my plan. As she sits behind the owner's desk, I call her mobile. She sounds a little anxious as she answers.

"You were told to spend your whore money on clothes for me," I tell her softly. Speaking over the top of her as she tries to reply, I continue, "the owner of this store is a friend of mine. For the rest of today you will do exactly as he tells you. Remember slut, I am always watching you."

I hang up before she has time to object or comment. Paddy takes over. His voice a little wooden as he recites a pre-prepared speech, his acting skills leave a lot to be desired.

"Your Master wants you to shop properly," he tells her. A light comes to his eyes, his gaze fixing on my property. "So I am going to be your personal shopper for today. Take off your clothes."

He hangs up without warning and I hold the phone to my ear for an extra moment while the store owner tells me to undress. Returning my phone into my bag I raise my eyes to the store owners slowly and glare defiantly at him. Why should I undress for him?

He didn't tell me I had to spend all of the money on clothes, just that I was to buy clothing he would approve of. And that is exactly what I did. So in my mind I followed His orders and not once have I disobeyed....at least, not yet.

"Don't make me wait."

I smile slowly as the words leave the store owners mouth and sit myself down in a chair, sitting back and making myself more comfortable.

"I think I will. In fact I don't think I will undress at all." I inform him brazenly. I'm surprised how calmly the words leave my mouth and how confident and calm I appear. My heart beats at it's normal steady pace and I am quite at ease right now despite my refusal to follow the direction of undressing.

The store owner's eyes narrow as he tells me,

"I believe your owner told you to do exactly what I said."

I lean forward, my smile becoming even bigger as I face him down. Bravely or stupidly, I'm not quite yet sure.

"My owner also told me to shop for clothes and I did exactly that. But it seems he and I disagree with what was expected. Therefore I now disagree with your order of undressing for you."

I can see the store owner doesn't quite know what to do with me and I smirk inwardly. The way he moves and talk might ask for obedience but it doesn't demand it. It doesn't leave absolutely no doubt about who is in charge. That wont work for me. Right now, I need my submission to be taken, not asked for. And his whole demeanor shows me that he isn't capable of doing that so I feel absolutely no need or even a want to obey him. In fact, I toy with the idea of playing with him instead. It would be easy...almost too easy.

Watching through the one way mirror, I laugh quietly to myself. My little slut has a bratty streak. Still, this was anticipated, planned for.

Paddy crosses to the desk, he has given her the three chances I specified. Picking up the phone from its cradle, he gives his next preplanned speech.

"I am sorry to hear that. I was told that if you decided to be awkward, my next step is this. Afer I phone the police about our little shoplifter, I have to phone the newspapers. 'Local girl caught stealing from sex shop.' Should make page one."

I roll my eyes at him as he speaks. Surely this is a scare tactic. I didn't steal anything in the first place! And I'm pretty confident my owner doesn't want me sent to prison. So instead of responding the way I am sure this stupid store owner hopes for I tell him;

"Go ahead. Should also be pretty newsworthy that I didn't actually steal anything and that you have now essentially attempted to blackmail me into undressing for you. I'm sure you will have CCTV somewhere in the shop. That will show that I didn't take a single item that wasn't paid for. Maybe you have CCTV in here too. Wouldn't it be fun if you did and your attempt at coercing me into undressing was on camera for all to view too?"

The store owner's eyes narrow at me as I continue on with my speech.

"Since you seem to be so close with my owner why don't you inform him that the only way I will be undressing for you is when I am physically made to? I don't think you're up to the job."

I knew she wasn't going to fold to the threat. I have known my girl a very long time. A sliding door opens silently behind her even as she speaks, I step through into the office and nod to Paddy.

"You stay here," he instructs, turns and leaves the room.

I don't speak or move, standing behind the wingback chair my insolent little slave is lounging in, just waiting to see what she does next. That much I have become good at.

I breathe a little easier once the store owner has left the room. Even though I was confident my assumptions were correct there had still been a sliver of fear that he would go ahead anyway, that I hadn't realized was there until just now.

I wonder what exactly he is doing and where he has gone and as I replay his last words to me I frown. Why should I stay here? I haven't done anything wrong. I wait another couple of minutes and he still hasn't returned and I am getting angrier with each passing minute. He has no right to keep me here! I pick up my bag from the table and begin getting ready to leave.

I wait until she stands, her bag gripped in her hand. One short step is enough to close the gap between us.

Unbalanced as she rises from the soft, deep chair, my hand presses roughly, violently, into the back of her neck, throwing her forwards and bending her over the desk. Straining a little against her struggles, I hold her firmly pinned to the hard wooden tabletop. I don't speak, there is no need for words. Nor do I give her chance to speak. As her body slams onto the table, my hand lands viciously on her backside. Spank after spank raining wordlessly down on her rounded rear. My palm stings with the force of the onslaught, a dozen harsh blows delivered in the space of a few short heartbeats.

I don't even have time to cry out between standing and being slammed into the desk. Nor do I have time for a single word before the blows start landing. I attempt to struggle and break free from the violent grip but it's entirely useless.

As more blows rain down I realize that it's unlikely to be the store owner, even if it was possible for him to surprise me this way. Which can only mean...my breath hitches as my body stills completely.

Releasing my grip at the back of her neck, my fist bunches in the vest top she habitually wears. Turning on the spot, I yank her upwards by the fabric, which tears almost instantly. My arm straightens, pushing her from me once again, her body flying through the air to land painfully over the desk. Her top remaining in my hand, before I throw it carelessly to the floor. As she falls once more into the desk, the second time in less than a minute, I once again pin her down. My fingers wrap through her hair as I pin her face to the desk, not allowing her to turn and face me.

This time I do cry out as my body lands again over the desk. The force is hard enough that I know it is going to cause bruises. My cry is muffled due to my face being painfully pressed into the desk and despite struggling once more I can not budge from his grip. I realize that all I want right now is to turn around and face him, to be able to see him properly for the first time. Even under his assault that's the only thought in my mind right now.

[IceMaiden]

Sorry for the delay in updates, both of us have been quite busy and not in the mood to write because of this the last few weeks, followed by our in person meeting. We are going to try and start updating reguarly again in the coming days

[IceMaiden]

One hand pins her face to the desk, her squirming ineffective with her cheek pinned to the coarse wood grain. The other undoes my belt, a little awkward with one hand, but I manage it. Drawing the leather strap from about my waist, doubling it in my fist. The strap falls much more loudly across her upturned buttocks than the crack of my hand, painting broad, pink stripes across her quivering buttocks. Kicking her legs apart, I expose the furred sex and winking anus to my gaze.

I show no mercy as I bring the belt heavily down over, and over again, wordless in my savage assault. Even when I do speak, I don't address the gasping, squirming girl beneath me. Raising my voice between spanks, I call out, "Would you like to come in please?"

I grumble in frustration. No matter how much I twist and turn I can't get a good look at him and that is annoying me more than the spanking. Or at least it was, until I hear him fumbling with his belt and realize what's coming my way next.

Sure enough as soon as the belt is within his hands he brings it down sharply on my behind and I wince as the sting spreads across my tender skin. Another blow falls and I can't help but let out a quiet moan that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. I'm trying to find the words to speak to him, any words, but nothing will come to me as I flinch under yet another blow landing directly where the last one did.

When he finally speaks I am relieved for a second until my mind comprehends what words were actually spoken. I make a half hearted attempt to squirm out of his grasp again and then huff loudly and relax my body as I admit to myself I'm not going to succeed. My heartbeat kicks up another notch as I hear the office door open.

The store owner enters the office once again. His fat face displaying a smug smile. I actually can't stand the guy, he is a greasy, slimy fuck. However, he has his uses. Turning my slut slightly to one side, she lays diagonally across the desk, her face hanging off the narrow end as her feet remain at the wide.

"Fancy your cock sucked?" I ask him, and he beams. Dropping his trousers to reveal a rather unimpressive erection jutting from beneath his overhanging gut. None to clean to begin with, his sweaty, flabby cock approaches the desk. Twisting my grip in her hair, I pull harshly backwards, forcing her head up to meet his approach, the belt falling again hard onto her already marked buttocks.

'Did I just hear that correctly?!' A wave of panic overrides me, causing my breathing to become shallow as I realize what is happening and I force myself to take a deep steady breath in an attempt to make sense of the situation I have found myself in.

We have spoken in the past about him having me servicing others and whilst the idea of it at the time was a huge turn on...like this wasn't what I imagined. He yanks my head up by my hair forcing me to meet the store owner's groin area and I grimace in distaste when I see the owner has already lowered his jeans and underwear, his penis standing proudly to attention where I can see it's been a while since it had a proper wash. I feel my head pushed forward and instinctively I press my lips together, trying to keep the foul thing out of my mouth. Another blow lands unexpectedly on my ass and I cry out involuntarily, allowing the store owner to take the moment to push himself inside of my mouth.

As he grunts I fight the urge to bite him. Hard. Somehow I don't think doing that would have pleasant results for me and even though the idea is extremely tempting I don't particularly wish to find out what the consequences would be that much. As he pushes himself further into my mouth a single thought drifts across my mind and I smirk inwardly, half amused and half exasperated. 'I should have undressed.'

As the store owner lunges ungracefully into her mouth, the waves of flubber rolling across his body, his moobs bouncing on impact, I lower my own jeans silently to the floor. Adjusting my position, standing square behind her, I thrust forward. One fluid thrust buries my cock deep into her heated sex, slamming her bodily into the corner of the desk. The tight clench of her sodden sex enveloping me, I know that if I take her quickly, it will be over quickly. Her gripping pussy milks my shaft as I plough forcefully into her from behind. Even though I know I wont last long, it seems I might have more stamina than the greasy salesman. Even as I enter her tight pussy, he howls his climax at the other end.

The last thing I was expecting was for him to enter me from behind and I cry out around the penis in my mouth as I feel him slam into me. I was so wrapped up in what was going on in front of me that I didn't hear the rustle of clothes lowering from behind me and I am caught entirely by surprise.

As I try to adjust, something I am sure is never going to happen no matter how much I try, I feel the store owner's body clench and tighten and just as I begin to think 'please don't come in my...' I feel him empty in my mouth. One hand pushes my head downwards, stopping me from moving and forcing me to take his come in my mouth.

As his orgasm subsides and he begins to relax he pulls slowly from my mouth and before I can think about the consequences I can't stop myself from spitting out his mess. It coats the head of the table directly in front of me with a few drops heading towards the floor and I smile to myself smugly.

[IceMaiden]

As the shop owner pulls back, looking at least as smug as the mouth he just left, I yank on her hair, pulling her head back painfully. Twisting my fist in the damnable pony-tail she always insists on wearing, I use it as leverage.

Long, hard thrusts bang her belly and waist into the sharp edge of the table, her tight muscles gripping me, her hot juices bathing my thighs and balls. Leaning over, my shaft buried to the hilt deep within her sodden core, I whisper in her ear, too low for even the shopkeeper to hear, "Are you protected?" As my words hiss from gritted teeth, my body shudders violently and I loose my hot load deep inside her dripping cunt.

I whimper as my body hits the edge of the table causing grazes to start forming upon my waist as He buries himself completely inside me. Now that my mouth is free I can finally focus on the sensations behind me and I feel my own arousal heightening as I briefly reflect on the fact I still haven't even seen his face and yet has me bent over the table this way as He uses my body to pleasure His.

I can feel his thrusts becoming sharper and more focused and I know that he isn't too far away from release. Sure enough he whispers quietly into my ear, questioning about protection. I can't help but roll my eyes slightly. It's a little late to be asking now, shouldn't he have checked that information first?

I don't get the chance to answer and reassure him however as before my mouth opens to form the words I feel him release inside me before stilling as the orgasm nears its end.

Even as I finish, my cock buried still in her trembling, quivering sex. The contractions of her muscles milking me almost beyond the point of endurance, I push her head down to the tabletop. Pressing her lips into the cool, thick cum she so smugly allowed to fall on the cold wooden surface, I turn her face this way and that, smearing her lips with the thick, congealing goo. "You will clean every drop."

As He pushes my face down onto the table top I fight the urge to pull away from the disgusting mess and hesitantly poke my tongue out. It's just as bad as I feared it would be and I grimace and scowl to myself as I work on cleaning it up. What possessed me to do that again? It would have been much easier if I had just swallowed in one go. Now it's twice as bad because I have to lick it up this way combined with now being cold.

I shudder as I work and I'm surprised to realize that it's not only from revulsion but from arousal too. The taste and the act is making me want to heave but being forced to do it anyway is certainly starting to have a more pleasant effect on me, one that I didn't anticipate. After a minute or so I cast a quick glance over the table in front of me and am relieved to see that I've finished.

As she slurps the last of the thick cum from the tabletop, I pull her hair again. Stepping round from behind the table, I unceremoniously launch her from tabletop to floor. Dropping quickly into a crouch, my grip on her hair pushing her face hard into the thick, grimy carpet. "I said all of it."


I grumble under my breath as He tosses me onto the floor and pushes my face into the carpet. I was hoping he hadn't noticed the drops that fell down here, cleaning the table was bad enough but the carpet too? Yuck!

I briefly wonder if I can get away with using my hands to wipe up the few spilt drops and then immediately dismiss the idea. My ass is still stinging from the spanking and as his hand forces my face deeper into the carpet I realize that I don't want to find out what he would do if I used my hands instead of my mouth.

As I'm reflecting on this another revelation surprises me. It isn't the possible consequences that have me hesitant to disobey again but the fact I want to obey. This revelation enables me to slowly open my mouth and start cleaning up the carpet. I can feel the mess sticking to my tongue and face and it seems like much longer than it actually is before I am finished for real this time.

I wait, watching as she tongues the dusty, musky carpet, smiling softly to myself at her oh-so-beautiful submission. When she finishes, I use my grip on her hair to pull her to her feet. Turning the tiny little beauty to face me, I finally allow her to see me. The moment of revelation is brief. Seconds after, I pull her tight into my embrace, pressing her body into mine, her face on my chest. In a fierce whisper, I tell her, "I am so proud of you."

[IceMaiden]

As he spins me to face him and my eyes rake over his face I can't help the intake of breath before he pulls me closer to him to envelop me in his arms. How is this possible?! I think back to all the times I surreptitiously watched him watching me and how... normal ....he seemed every time our paths crossed in the café.

I don't have the time to speak before his arms are around me and I breathe into his shirt as my mind races at a dozen miles per hour. I realize now how I lost my panties and how I acquired the note telling me to head to the park as I flash back to what I had initially assumed was an innocent stumble, but I still don't know how he could have gotten into my house to leave the note on the bedside table. I open my mouth to speak, yet unsure which question to ask him first. As I pull my head back to get a better look at his expression he gently places one finger over my lips before I can finish the words forming, simultaneously telling me to shush.

My lips press in a tight unimpressed line and I fight with all I have to obey the order. My thoughts are frantic and I can feel my body shaking slightly as I become overwhelmed with new information. Somehow I manage to keep quiet but that doesn't stop me from raising my eyes to his in a questioning manner.


I whisper again, my words for my slave and for my slave only "Questions later," I tell her quietly. "You are busy today." My grip still firm, harsh, in her hair, I move towards the office door, half dragging her stumbling body behind me. Even though she is considerably shorter than I, I hold my hand low, forcing her to bend almost double as I march her bedraggled body through the door.

The store beyond is far from empty - of course, it has been arranged that way. The browsing 'customers' have been invited. Indeed, many of them have had a good grope of my girl as she ran the gauntlet just days before. As I thrust her into the limelight, my voice raises - this time for the benefit of the audience. "I believe you have some shopping to do, slut."

I can sense heads turning towards us and I flush as I become aware I am still naked and in full view of the customers in the shop. I briefly wonder how come no one is saying anything before I realize this has most likely been set up in advance. Upon realizing this I feel my thighs get wetter as I wonder what else is in store for me.

His hand is still on my back and he pushes me forwards towards several racks of...I'm not sure those can be called clothes. Everything is skimpy, lacy or see through. I feel his hand drop from my back and he gently pushes me forwards alone. My head turns to face him and I can feel myself paling as I realize he wants me to head on alone. A deep breath later and somehow I begin making my way forward and start to browse through the clothes, my eyes rapidly skimming over them and determinedly avoiding the gaze of anyone else in the shop.

As I come across a row of white lacy underwear I rifle through the bras before finding my size and then do the same for the bottoms before throwing them haphazardly over one arm. After, I head towards the costumes. Nurse, secretary, cheerleader, flight stewardess...none of those take my fancy and I know I can find something he will like better. Continuing on down the rack I come across the school girl outfits. Maybe it's overused, but I know he likes me in that attire or similar so my eyes rove over my options.

Finally I settle on a white halter top with frills and a matching short skirt. I grumble as I realize the outfit comes with a headband, stockings and heels and head over to the accessories aisle to collect them. Smirking slightly to myself I fidget and allow the outfit to fall slightly between my stomach and legs so the majority of my pussy is covered from the prying eyes I can feel following every move. That doesn't cover me from the waist up but I don't have many options here.

After grabbing the accessories I continue round the shop until my arms are loaded with several outfits and pairs of underwear. Clutching the items I head over to the checkout and to my disgust see the person at the till is the store owner who is smiling widely, clearly waiting for me to reach him.

I shake my head as I watch her approach the counter, watch the eyes of the sleazy store-owner all over my treasured possession. Truth be told, I have never muc liked the man - but he has his uses, and this has been the most interesting yet. As my girl bundles her new acquisitions on the counter in her normal fastidiously neat fasion (piled in a crumpled heap) I reach forward and ring the small brass bell on the counter.

At the pre-arranged signal, every man in the store walks up to the counter, forming a semi circle about my beautiful little slut. Shoulder to shoulder, no space between, each drops his trousers and those with underwear lose that too. Nineteen erections spring to life, each pointing accusingly at the source of their arousal. Big, small, fat, thin, cut and not. Some poking comically from under beer bellies which protrude almost as far as they do.

"You haven't tried them on," I advise her in my soft, quietly menacing tone.

I halt a step away from the checkout as his words float over to me. I'm supposed to try them on...here? Now? In front of everyone?! I already know they fit, I can almost always tell just by looking at clothes without having to try theem if they will fit or not. He knows this so the only reason he would want me to try them on...is to embarass me further.

I scowl to myself and am about to bite back a retort when I realize I have quickly been surrounded by every male in the shop. As my eyes flit around the circle from under my lashes I see every man's erection in all it's glory. I try to make my way out of the circle but the men press in closer around me, stopping me from going anywhere. I realize then he wants me to try the clothes exactly where I am.

Sighing, I grab the first thing in reach from the counter and see it is a matching set of sheer white underwear. Shrugging into them, I make a show of spinning round in them. Or as much as I can, anyway. My space is very limited. I giggle to myself a little as I know that he will know my 'show' isn't a show at all but an over exaggeration. I continue in this manner and do my best to ignore the wandering eyes and groping eyes.

Whenever I change into a new piece of clothing I can feel hands groping my body or tugging on the clothes to pull me closer so they can have a better grope and I do my damn hardest to look and act unaffected. I know already though, that while I may fool the men surrounding me I wont be fooling him. Finally I come to the last outfit on the pile and shrug into the school girl outfit. I grumble as I place the headband atop my head and slide into the matching heels. When the outfit is fully into place, I level a glare at him and wait.

[IceMaiden]

Walking round the counter, I feel like I am entering the strangest verion of the 2p pusher game from the arcade, all these swaying poles. Hoping that the money shot is delayed for a while longer at least, I like these shoes. I take my beautiful schoolgirl by the hair and force her over the countertop. Her tiny little frame much too short, her legs dangle as her belly presses into the glass top. Underneath the transparent counter are the covers of DVDs and magazines, so much naked flesh pressed right to her nose - though only on cheap glossy paper.

Lifting her skirt is not necessary, it it so short everything is on display anyway - but I do, to make sure she is painfully aware of how exposed she is as I brutally slam a buttplug up her unlubricated backside.

Not giving her even a second to recover, I slide her swiftly from the slippery counter, throwing her bodily onto the floor. "That hole is mine," I tell the room at large. "Do what you like with the rest."

The sudden pain from the plug overwhelms me for a second and as I force myself to adjust to it I replay his last words and my breath hitches as panic starts to rise. Before I can mumble a response I feel my head yanked upwards by my hair and a second later my mouth is full of cock, pushing towards the back of my throat.

I cough around it as my head is slammed forwards to envelop the full length and I feel my eyes begin to water. Determined that no one will see me break I somehow manage to suck in a deep breath around him and just as I think I can do this I feel the plug yanked out and shoved back in from behind me. A soft chuckle follows and I realize he is behind me and responsible for this and I glare in front of me, my eyes settling on the stomach of the man who is using my mouth.

Again the plug is pulled out and viciously slammed back in, but I manage to stop the whimpers from leaving my mouth. I'll be damned if I show any discomfort. While He has been working on the plug, the man in my mouth has sped up and his tight grip on my hair pushing me further into his groin tells me it wont be long before he cums. Sre enough, only seconds later I feel him empty into my mouth. I consider spitting it out and then flash back to what happened the last time I did that. Grudingly, I force myself to swallow the entire load. Before I can even recover from the first, the next man is pushing into my mouth. I sigh inwardly. It's going to be a long afternoon...

Slamming the plug brutally into her tight behind doesn't seem to elicit the response I had hoped for. Though I am confident she can feel it, her lack of reaction both amuses and frustrates me slightly. Motioning to one of the circle, I direct him to lay on the floor alongside my slave slut. "Mount him."

I raise my eyes to His and glare at him silently. I should have seen this coming, he knows how much I hate being on top. Grumbling under my breath I inch forward to the man who has lay down beside me and climb on to him, carefully positioning him at my entrance. My eyes rapidly skim over his manhood and I am relieved to see he is much cleaner than the store owner was.

An impatient clearing of the throat reminds me He is waiting on me to follow his instruction and I slowly lower myself on to the man below me. I'm half tempted to just sit there still and do nothing, but somehow I don't think that will benefit me in the long term. Instead I slowly begin to ride him, even as I feel my face flush a deep shade of red. I hate this position! It's so exposed, so...vulnerable. I feel my breasts bounce as my rhythm increases, which only makes my blush go deeper. I pray silently he doesn't have me do this for very long.