[Fiction] My Stupid Boyfriend

[LondonDom]

I spent most of Saturday reading this story and then finished it this morning. It is so well written I really enjoyed it.

I hope you will post another part soon.

[Slavemia]

This is so hot and well written, continue!

[Male_Plaything]

I love this story... So naughty and extremely well written.

[MrCharcol]

Slave_E

looks like someone has plagiarised your story title and made a film... however their plot is crap compared to yours...

http://catalogue.filmindonesia.or.id...upid-boyfriend

[Slave_E]

On the way up to my flat I noticed that I had a text message. It was from the BF, asking me to be online for our weekly Skype conference in one hour. The message had come in 45 minutes ago, so I was left with only 15 minutes to spare...

I slammed the door shut, doffed shirt and panties, threw them on the floor, slipped into high heels and put the slave collar with the name tag around my neck he had given me for my last birthday. He expected me to wear it whenever we talked. I poured myself a glass of white wine, painted my lips bright red, took a hefty swig, leaving distinct lip marks on the rim of the glass. I still had yesterday's smeared eyes, so there was no need to care for the rest of my makeup. The BF gets off on this whorish look.

I stuffed a remotely controlled vibe into my pussy, turned the laptop on, waited for it to sync to the big curved 4K monitor the BF had made me set up in my apartment. I opened Skype and connected it to the vibe via bluetooth - all the time waiting for Adrian to call me back, getting more and more anxious that he would. No way I could speak to the BF and Adrian at the same time. That would have been an unbearable clash of priorities.

I looked around a last time and opened the windows. The BF insisted on me having fresh air while we talked. It was chilly outside, my nipples got hard immediately and I got goosebumps all over my body.

I downed a second glass, waited for the alcohol to ease my tense muscles, took the bottle with me, kneeled on the floor, looked up to the monitor that filled my desk as if it was an altarpiece, made sure that the webcam covered my looking up to the monitor (and thus to the BF) in a favorable angle, switched the vibe to a middle setting and activated the remote. I knew that the BF would alter the setting as soon as he was online, but I was sure he'd want me drunk and horny, a bottle of wine close by and all wet down there...

As usual he made me wait... My knees got stiff, thanks to the high heels, my toes started to hurt and the cold air seeping in through the windows made me shiver. I dashed down a third glass and played with my nipples, but it did not help. I was drunk but not horny...

With a piercing beep he appeared on the screen. He shrugged his shoulders, obviously meant for somebody outside of the camera angle, turned to me, grinned mischievously and said that he was happy to see me in such a merry mood and with such nicely erected nipples. I almost bit my tongue, but replied that it was a sign of my joy to see him.

He waited for me to pour the rest of the bottle into my glass and smirked. "Cheers, girl. Let's toast on the success of your website..." With this he raised a glass that must have materialized out of nowhere, as I had not noticed it before. "You will be thriled to hear that by now you have exceeded the number of 250 devoted followers from all over the world - or should I say 'very selected members'? A lot of them are ardent fans, who watch you more than 4 hours per day... And they are paying members!" He smirked again. "They accept your not so modest hourly rates without complaint for the privilege to see you walking around naked, hoping to catch you doing lewd things."

He held his glass in the camera, as if he wanted to bring out another toast, but waited for me to take a deep slug from mine before he nipped cautiously at whatever liquid was in his glass. "Ain't it funny? They love you so much that more and more of them ask me to make you do specific things. Slutty things, you may say, lewd thing, kinky things...Obviously there are guys out there ready to fork out a lot of money for acting out their strangest fantasies."

I was alerted. "What kind of things would that be, Sir?"

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary, just what you'll find on every porn site. For example, one member asked for you to spend a few days at his house, doing all kinds of houshold chores, naked, on high heels... "

I must have looked incredulously, as he quickly assured me that he had declined, but added, "He got really worked up when I doubted that you'd like it, he said a woman's place is in the house and that she should serve her man in every which way. I told him that this might be ok with regard to sex, but for the household chores, I would not agree and suggested he hire a cleaning woman... But he did not give up so easily. He told me what he wanted from you. His fantasy was astoundingly plain and devoid of all subtle nuances... To make a long story short: You enter the room... followed by a description of your looks and your movements... for instance you would, dressed as a french maid, bend over on straight legs to place a drink on the coffee table, then he would raise your skirt and fuck you... I gave him a few hints how to make the scenario more interesting but he did not grasp it... I did not promise him anything and do not plan anything, I just thought you might find it as funny as I do."

Another common request, he said, was to get me pierced - my tongue, my nipples, my labiae, even my clit... Before I had a chance to protest, he waved his hand defensively, "Don't worry... I would never let you get pierced... or tattooed. It might dammage my property and in the end decrease your value..."

I was speechless. Dammage his property? Decrease my value? What was he talking about? I took a deep breath preparing to straighten him out but he took the wind out of my sails by switching the vibe to its highest setting. The sudden onslaught distracted me, and he threw me off balance even more when he suggested I empty my glass and get another bottle. Without thinking I got up. When I was standing I noticed how drunk I was, and how horny the constant buzz of the vibe had made me.

On my way to the fridge, I looked out of the window. The sky had filled with dark clouds and it had started to rain. Thick droplets of water landed on the window sill. I enjoyed a deep breath of moist air and some of my senses came back. I opened the fridge and coolness fell out, tingling my sweaty skin. It felt good. I opened a new bottle, filled my glass and took both back to my place in front of the monitor. I made a show of pinching my nipples, kneeled down, spread my legs and let my arms hang limply to my sides. A strange sensation, something between pain and pleasure worked its way down my spine to my clit, and encouraged me to ask, with a slightly ironic undertone, "I hope there were any suggestions you liked, Sir?"

He looked down to me and grinned. "At least there was one I liked, because of it's humour. I will tell you about it while you're trying to edge... Do your best to get as close to an orgasm as you can, and stay there. But do not dare to cum! You will be punished..."

While my left hand obediently massaged my breasts and my right hand circled my clit, he told me that I was expected to go out dressed as an English Chav schoolgirl. I told him that there are no school uniforms in Germany and that I was too old to go through as a schoolgirl, but he told me that the client (yes, he said "client") knew all this and that he was interested in humiliating me publicly, and that I didn't have to be a credible schoolgirl for him to achieve his goal, quite the contrary.

"The client wants you to wear a very short pleated plaid mini skirt in red and black, and no panties. He says you can order it from Amazon, he will be happy to send you the link. He also wants you to wear a plain white blouse with rolled up sleeves, but you will only close one or two buttons and they shall all be in the wrong holes, as he wants a lot of cleavage.... And he wants you to wear the blouse over a whorish red and black push up bra..." He grinned again. "Seeing you massaging your pathetic tits, the bra will need a lot of stuffing to convince him that you are a real chav girl.."

He obviously expected me to smile back, but I didn't do him the favor. He shrugged and added, "He also wants you to wear plain white knee socks and black patent leather shoes with rounded toes and Velcro fastening straps. He seems to be a Velcro fetishist. He also mentioned a black leather choker. He said you can get it from Etsy. It fits snugly and does not look like an every day item. I will tell him to get in touch with you directly, so he can specify his wishes."

I stared at him with big eyes and he went on, "Oh, before I forget, he has specific wishes for your make-up: big eyes, broad blue stroke over the upper lid, long false eyelashes, pink cheekbones, smeared red lipstick... Also tousled hair, you know, that straight-out-of-bed look. And he wants you to wear a stainless steel jewel butt plug... I do not think this will pose any problems for an anal-fixed horny slut like you..."

This time he did not wait for my reaction. He just kept talking, without a break, "Speaking of jewels... He wants you to buy stainless steel ear clips, those you can use without earholes - If you do not mind loosing them sooner or later... Maybe he wants you to loose them... Oh no, that's not what he wants, let me look at his email... I printed it out... He wants you to clamp them onto your pussy lips. He wants you to clip two or three on each of your inner labiae and he wants you to use a steel-chain necklace to link them tightly to the butt plug. He wants your pussy to be kept open. And he obviously wants your nipples to be clamped too..." With this he stopped, looked at the piece of paper in his hands and said, "I better read it out loud: 'She is to apply adjustable nipple clamps by "Pipedream Products, Inc." to her tits.' Seems he wants you to fasten one clamp to each nipple... And here, isn't this crazy? He wants you to write 'Cum Dumpster' with a permanent marker in black just above your clit and, I have to quote again, 'she has to add a big black arrow pointing down to her wide open fuck hole...!"

He waved a few sheets of paper in front of the camera. "You know what, I'll just read out this fucking email." He turned a page and continued. "Dressed and equipped like that I want her to go to a cocktail bar near Savignyplatz.." With this he stopped again and added, "I know it, I think it's called "Zeitlos", I know what he's talking about, it's cool, I will give you the address later... but listen..." And he went on, "She's to go there next Thursday, 7pm, during happy hour, so she will have one hour to get thoroughly drunk. She will sit close to the window, at this time of the day there will be enough tables available, and place two orders within 10 minutes. Each order will be two drinks for the price of one, so she will have to drink 4 cocktails..." He grinned broadly. "I bet you'll like it Slut, ain't that so?"

"Of course, Master! I will love it. I'm just crazy about being made inebriated in a sleazy cocktail bar during happy hour dressed as a slutty chav school girl..."

"Do I detect a hint of sarcasm? You are being ungrateful, Slut! I do my best to keep you amused and what do I get? Mockery? I can't tolerate that! But be it as it is, you will have to listen to the rest of the story..."

And he read on, "When she can't walk straight any more, and I hope she can't walk straight any more after 4 cocktails within half an hour, she has to get up, step up to the counter and order a tall caffee latte, a quarter of red wine and a tall Coke with lots of ice. She will carry all this in her hands to the back part of the bar. When she sees a table with 4 guys in matching t-shirts, she will purport to slip and fall. On the way down, she will spill all the drinks over her chest, grab the next table's tablecloth so that all things on that table fall to the floor as well. She'll end up crawling over the floor on all fours, pretending to clean up the mess, but in reality she'll use it as a pretext to get rid of her skirt, expose all her jewels and, still on her knees, talk to the guys, tell them she is sorry for being such a clumsy and stupid girl, offer them her telephone number, asking them for a pencil to write it down on a paper napkin. And, as she's still on her knees, she'll wiggle her ass invitingly, challenging the guys to grope her assets...."

My mobile rang and interrupted us with its unmistakeable sound. The BF asked, "Who is it?" and I blurted out, "It's Adrian. The guy you told me I have to answer his calls anytime. As I'm sure he has paid a lot for the privilege, I think I'd better take his call..."

[Slave_E]

The BF leaned forward, his face close to the camera, "Not so fast, Girl. He will call back. Right now, you are talking to me. We are not done yet. And by the way, I think you still have to edge, am I right?"

I did not answer. I just stared at the phone, unable to think, waiting for the ringing to stop.

It took a long time before Adrian gave up. When he finally did, I looked up to the BF. He smirked and said, "Cool down, slut. Here's what I want you to do. Go to the fridge and fetch a bowl of ice cubes, take one of the cubes into your mouth and let it melt. When you get too cold, open your mouth and let the melt water run down your breasts, your tummy and farther to your lap. And do not dare to interrupt me again." There was no use in contradicting him. I took an ice cube in my mouth and started sucking.

"You need to get sober, Slut. Take two more ice cubes and stuff them in your pussy. Let them melt there - it will bring you back to reality. And while you wait, take another two ice cubes and rub them on your nipples. I want to see goosebumps all over you..." The ice in my mouth melted and my nipples were stiff and the water running down my body formed a puddle between my legs. He grinned even more. "What's that liquid dripping out of your pussy, Girl? Do I make you wet? Do you want me to arouse you further?" He made a dramatic break. "Take that ice cube out of your mouth, by now it should be nicely rounded, and stuff it in your ass... And then take the two ice cubes you have used to cool off your tits and stuff them in your ass as well. And grab 2 new ones for your nipples..."

What could I do? I obeyed... Cold crept through my body, and yet... there was a tingle, and I felt less drunk and the absurdity of the situation started to turn me on. What would Adrian think if he could see me? Or, a weird thought sneaked into my brain, maybe he could see me? I was pretty sure he was one of these "paying clients" who watched me through the web cams the BF had installed throughout my flat.

My mind drifted away. It came back just in time to hear the BF say, "I want you to go out to your roof terrace and complete your edge. You may only use ice cubes to touch yourself, until the bowl is empty... Let's see if you can get hot despite the cold. And if you reach the edge, I want you to hold it for at least ten minutes, do you hear me? You will not be allowed back in earlier. And if you should dare to cum, you will spend the night out there in the cold!"

Half heartedly listening to the BF, another sneaky thought found its way into my consciousness. There were webcams on the roof terrace too, the BF had seen to it. So, maybe... Adrian would see me? A strange feeling flooded my almost frozen private parts and made me breathe faster... I would do it for him. I would give Adrian the slinkiest show I could give... I wanted him to be proud of me...

I went out and the rain hit my face. I was soaked in seconds. A chilly wind made my hairs flutter, but not for long, soon they hung wet and straggly in my eyes. I stood erect, my feet hip-wide apart, and let the rain flow down my body. I grabbed two ice cubes and pressed them against my tits and my pussy, rubbing up and down. Strangely my body responded to the adverse circumstances by using all its reserves to heat me up. Or was it because I thought of Adrian? He had said he loved me. How could that be? I was nothing but a blackmailed slut, at disposal for the pleasure of every paying client. Nothing more than a cheap whore. What had become of me? All I knew was that the BF better not knew about Adrian.

But I could not get him out of my mind. It was for him that I started to twist and stretch, dancing softly to a mute tune. I bent myself backwards, squeezed my tits, pinched my nipples, went on my knees, spread my legs, faced the camera, looked up... and smiled. Hoping it was him who saw my smile. I crawled around on all fours, stuck my ass in the air, felt water seeping out, merging with the rain. I lay on my back on the wet ground and stretched my legs up in a choreography meant to show off my pussy - and the fluids that streamed out.

Arousal swept through my bones and weakened my flesh, flooded my blood, provoked my mucous membranes. Triggered by my mental state and helped by the adrenaline that my excitement had released, reinforced blood flow and increasing blood pressure counteracted the freezing effects of the ice, generated vascular dilatations, motivated the Bartholin’s and Skene’s glands and produced an abundance of arousal fluid. My brain was flooded with serotonin, dopamin and oxitocin. All through my veins, weird messenger substances ran amok. They drove me wild, made my cunt burn, made my mind woozy, caused me to crave the strong arms of a man and the musky smell of androstenol and brought me closer and closer to an edge....

Suddenly my mind switched back to the tattoos... Would Adrian like me to have a tattoo? His tattoo? ADRIANS' PROPERTY written directly above my clit? In a beautiful and sophisticated calligraphy? To show everybody that there is someone who cares for me, who loves me, who does not want to sell me but accepts me the way I am, as an equal with kinky needs, but not a willingless toy. Instead a girl who knows what she wants, who gives generously but expects to be on the receiving side as well...

Wasn't it pure craziness to think of him at all? A guy I barely knew? Just because the BF had ordered me to open up to him? A guy who had carefully avoided to talk to me about himself? Yes, I had seen his face, briefly, on a small screen, with no time to really get close to him, but what did that mean? And his saying he loved me? What should I make of it?

With all these thoughts tensing my body and playing with my erogenous zones, I suddenly felt the harbingers of an orgasm wash over me. Panicking I stopped touching myself and froze. Almost without noticing I had neared that strange nirvana state close to cumming.

My cunt twitched. It was heavenly, almost an orgasmic feeling. As much as I wanted it to stop I did not want it to stop and got more and more excited. I tried my best to ignore it but it did not go away. I thought of the BF and of the rain and how stupid I was. I feared that the moment I let loose my juices would start to flow. I stood very tense, not daring to move and concentrated on other things, and finally, slowly, very slowly, the urge waned. It had taken me minutes to calm down. It had been very hard, and I was exhausted and frustrated. I stood still and embraced myself, as there was no other who could have taken me in his arms and the rain continued to pour down on me and the remaining excitement seeped slowly out of my body. It was cold.

Coming back in, the BF was still on the screen and greeted me with a broad smile. "Wow, what a show! I watched it through the terrace cam. You are such a shameless slut! Good that I had those spotlights installed, so both the clients and the neighbors could follow the show..." I remained silent. Better than scolding him. He did not like to be scolded. Instead, I went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. While I dried myself off, he uttered brusquely, "I will send you a list of things you will need for the schoolgirl adventure," and switched off.

[MrCharcol]

What a hot story so cool I love it

Thank you for two excellent chapters.

Love
Mr Charcol

[Viral]

Originally Posted by Slave_E

I was not ashamed. I had only done what I wanted, what I needed and what I deserved. I sat on my stupid bf's bed, still naked and wet from Peter's dick, and said, "Ok. You know. I just fucked Peter. I definitely need other guys. I can not be yours alone. You are simply not enough." With this I removed the bedspread. "Look at this! Look at that tiny excuse for a dick you have." His dick was hard in no time, just as I had expected. I took it in my hand and massaged it slowly. "You really think your 5 inches can satisfy me? When I can easily have 10? No way. You will never be able to satisfy me." He was looking at me with such an appaled face that I simply had to kiss the head of his dick. "But I still love you. Your are so cute, looking at me this way. As long as you accept it when I fuck other guys – and I will, in the future, whenever I want and whoever I want – you can stay my boyfriend. You will not be allowed to fuck me, but if you are nice and obedient, you might be allowed - from time to time - to jerk off with me watching. Or you might be allowed to watch me jerking off. Would you like that?" By now he was close to the edge and nodded as fast as he could. "Good, slut," I said, "We'll see, when we are back in home." With this I let go of his cock. "But you will not be allowed to cum without me explicitly telling you. I want you to be horny and obedient. As horny and obedient as you are now." And I went to sleep. Me very satisfied with my orgasm, him horny and frustrated. As any good slut should be.

This just made me squirt in my diaper. It's all sooooo relateable!

[MrCharcol]

I feel I should update those avid readers of Slave_E's wonderful story of Submission and humilation.

In real life Slave_E has finally realised that her submission runs so deep in her,(it may have something to do with 5 months of denial), but she has accepted that she is now a Slave.

Our play and contact has increased dramatically and I know this is holding her back from having time to write the next chapter.

I will make her write the next chapter once 5 other people have posted on here to encourage her.

BTW she has gone through a lot over the last 5 months, and I am sure some of this will filter through to her story.

[slavea]

Originally Posted by MrCharcol

I feel I should update those avid readers of Slave_E's wonderful story of Submission and humilation.

In real life Slave_E has finally realised that her submission runs so deep in her,(it may have something to do with 5 months of denial), but she has accepted that she is now a Slave.

Our play and contact has increased dramatically and I know this is holding her back from having time to write the next chapter.

I will make her write the next chapter once 5 other people have posted on here to encourage her.

BTW she has gone through a lot over the last 5 months, and I am sure some of this will filter through to her story.

Haven't login for a long while. This is the only story i'm looking forward to every week. Would it be possible to share more about her life too?

[Slave_E]

Dear slavea,

Thank you for your kind words. It feels good to know that you like my story! The more I am sorry that I have not posted a new chapter for such a long time. It is in the making, but MASTER has such an incomparable way of keeping me busy with writing messages, that I can't put as much time into MSBF as I would need in order to finish the chapter... Be sure that being a SLAVE to MrCharcol keeps you on your toes. He makes you put yourself out a lot - but it is worth it!

As you are asking about my life, please have a look at my blog.
https://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=86864

If you'd like to know more, please send a PM to MrCharcol; if he agrees, I will be happy to share some of my reports...

Slave_E

[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."

[MrCharcol]

Just back from my holidays and catching up with the latest chapter...thank you for writing another hot chapter.

[TOM-ALLEN]

I had the opportunity to play with Slave_E years ago. In fact my profile pic is her panties from 2013.

[MrCharcol]

Originally Posted by TOM-ALLEN

I had the opportunity to play with Slave_E years ago. In fact my profile pic is her panties from 2013.

Thank you Tom, I hope you agree she is an amazing person...and I love your profile Picture...