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Stephanie's Submission

By Rilawild

Part 7 – Hogtied

Thursday and Friday followed a similar pattern to Wednesday. Stephanie was awoken each morning by a masturbation session. Then naked, she would make breakfast for the two of them. She still felt self-conscious to be walking around his house in the nude and especially when she was doing mundane activities like brewing coffee and making toast.

Once breakfast was over, Jim would pick out her clothes for the day but she would only be allowed to dress just before he drove her to work.

During the day, Stephanie spent her time intensely aroused but didn’t give in and masturbate. She even found herself working harder than usual in order to try and keep her mind off her burning pussy.

After work, Jim picked her up and when they reached his house she would strip naked again. Their evenings were spent with Stephanie alternating between finding herself being aroused, practising fellatio and performing submissive acts for him, most of which had some portion filmed as he continued to add footage to her tape. Finally she’d be put in the familiar bondage on her bed, where once more Jim would work her to a frenzy before leaving her to try to get to sleep.

By Saturday morning, Stephanie could see the light at the end of the tunnel and was sure that she’d succeed with their bet and would get the incriminating tape. She’d woken before Jim came to unbind her, perhaps it was her excitement at finally being allowed to orgasm, or maybe Jim was having a lay-in. There was no clock so she didn’t know what time it was.

Even though Jim hadn’t woken her using caresses, her labia were wet and swollen. She needed to be touched. She needed to cum, but there was no chance of that until she was untied.

‘Oh sir, you’ve got to let me cum when you touch me this morning. I’ve made it to Saturday and kept to our agreement, I’ve shown control, haven’t I?’

She thought through everything that she could say to Jim, every argument she could present, to be allowed her much needed orgasm. As she contemplated she tried to squeeze her legs together, she needed to get some relief, but her bound ankles wouldn’t budge – Jim had known what he was doing when he fastened her here.

Stephanie’s mind continued to swim and she only succeeding in fuelling her excitement. She found her thoughts returning to the last few days and she laughed to herself when she thought of her naivety. It had taken her until Thursday to realise that Jim hadn’t been to the restaurant all week.

“Sir, may I ask a question?” She’d been nervous. She’d bared her soul to him but she knew little about his life. “When do you work at the restaurant?”

She’d been wondering why he wasn’t away working each evening. Part of her wanted him to have resigned or to have been sacked so that she could spend time with him each evening; another part of her fearing that he was perhaps just on vacation and would return to work the next week, ending their game; yet another part thought that she ought to be returning to her old life or at least slowing down the roller-coaster ride of this new exciting one and that Jim working each evening might allow that.

He’d just laughed at first and reached out to caress her naked breast, lightly tweaking her sensitive nipple.

“Oh you lovely little sub, I can just see the conflict in your eyes.”

Stephanie hadn’t realised that she was that obvious, that the quiver in her voice would give away so much.

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of time for you and your lessons.” Jim had reached up and tickled her behind her ear. “I don’t work in the restaurant. On the contrary, I own it. I was filling in the night you played your naughty little game ’cause of staff illness.”

After that he’d tested how she was coming (or not as the case may be) along with her control lessons. When he’d used a vibrator to expertly tease her, he’d told her how pleased he was with her, that she was making excellent progress and that just a few days earlier she wouldn’t have been able hold out this long. Stephanie’s brow had furrowed and her face screwed up, she couldn’t have answered him because her teeth were gritted through her concentration.

Afterwards, he’d told her she had done so well that she’d earned some clothes for Friday evening. Her heart had leapt, and she’d been embarrassed to realise that it wasn’t that she’d be clothed, no it was his praise that had brought the warm feeling to her belly.

She’d been so happy that she hadn’t thought twice about obeying when he’d begun to put her through her position exercises again, only this time in front of the camera.

Stephanie remembered how she hadn’t complained the next morning when the skirt he’d given her was shorter than she’d ever worn to work before, and the blouse was a sexy thin one she normally only wore on nights out. She hadn’t complained because she’d remembered his promise that she’d get to wear them that evening as well.

She’d felt self conscious at work. The skirt was way too short to wear without the confidence that panties brought and the blouse was much too thin to wear without a bra. In fact she’d bought it precisely because it was thin and slightly sheer; it would show off a hint of her lacy bras and camisoles, it gave her a thrill to know that everyone could admire her lingerie. Without a bra though, she’d known that her dark and hard nipples were visible. The only comments she’d had though from her colleagues were compliments that she looked very nice and questions about whether she had a new boyfriend that she was dressing up to impress.

Embarrassed as she’d felt to be wearing those clothes to work, she’d known that other women there often wore more revealing or tighter clothes.

Her hopes had been dashed when they got back after work on Friday and he’d told her to strip as usual.

“But sir,” she’d stammered. “You promised me clothes this evening,” she’d questioned even as she’d removed her blouse.

“Now now,” he admonished, “you didn’t really think you’d be wearing your frumpy work clothes did you? No, I have something much more sexy for you.”

Jim had led her into the living room and presented her with a collection of silky and lacy material and a pair of, what looked to her, very high heels. When she’d sorted through the clothes her heart had fallen as she’d realised that it only consisted of what looked like a corset and accessories. This was confirmed as he’d helped her to dress.

The corset hadn’t been so much to shrink her waist; it simply accentuated her naked breasts and highlighted that she wore no panties, especially when her pubic triangle had been framed by suspenders and stockings. Stephanie had found it extremely difficult to stand in the five inch heels he’d buckled onto her feet. A pair of lace gloves had encased her hands and forearms. Finally he’d placed a black velvet choker around her neck.

“Well don’t you look lovely?” He’d admired her as she stood there.

Stephanie had thought it was embarrassing to be naked in front of a dressed man, but it had been worse to be only wearing that skimpy lingerie. She’d felt more exposed than when she had been naked. Her pussy and breasts were completely uncovered and she’d known that they would draw anyone’s attention, that her ‘clothes’ had just made their nakedness more obvious.

Then he’d introduced her to the hogtie.

She had been a little anxious when he’d produced the ball-gag. She’d seen gags before, but had never worn one. He’d coaxed her to accept it, telling her how beautiful gagged women looked, and how wonderful it would be for her to wear it for him. All the while he’d stroked her exposed pussy – she was so used to him touching her by then that she didn’t think twice about opening her legs to allow him access. Eventually he’d brought the red ball up to her lips. Then with a practised ease he’d applied a little extra pressure to her clitoris and as she’d gasped he’d gently pulled down on her chin with his other hand had pushed the ball into her mouth. Stephanie’s eyes had widened and she’d stared at Jim but hadn’t baulked. Her jaw had opened wide and the shiny red ball had slipped behind her teeth; the strain in her jaw had lessened slightly as she’d been able to close her mouth around the ball. He’d pulled the straps behind her head and had fastened the gag in place.

Then he’d helped her to her feet. Stephanie had been still uncomfortable in the heels and had needed his assistance to stand and get her legs far enough apart to please him.

Jim had taken a length of rope, doubled it and wrapped it around her waist over the corset. He’d threaded the ends through the loop in the centre, pulled the rope tight around her waist and had allowed the ends to hang down in front of her. Stephanie had felt nervous as he’d guided her to lay down on her front on top of the low coffee-table. He’d taken the ends of the rope and pulled them up snugly against her bare vagina, spreading her labia to allow the lines to lay in her furrow. She’d been able to feel the ends being threaded behind her waist rope.

Stephanie had read about crotch ropes but had never worn one before then and she’d felt both very excited and very nervous about her position.

“Give me your hands,” Jim had said. Stephanie, having had an idea what was coming, did as she’d been told. He’d taken each wrist in turn and buckled on her cuffs. Then he’d clipped the cuffs together behind her back.

He’d followed this by fastening another pair of cuffs to her ankles and then connecting them too.

Stephanie had been a little concerned as she’d felt a pull on the crotch rope as he’d done something with the ends of the rope and her wrist cuffs. He’d fussed at her bound wrists and then at her connected feet. Then with a pull she’d felt a tug on both her wrists and ankles and more importantly to her she’d felt the rope squeeze tightly against her pussy.

Stephanie had grunted into her gag as Jim had used the length of rope to draw her ankles up towards her wrists. She’d felt her freedom of movement begin to be restricted more and more as her body had begun to arch. Her shoulders had begun to ache and she’d known that they’d be screaming at her for release soon afterwards. Her knees had bent more and she’d thought she couldn’t take any more, but another tug and her body had obeyed. Jim hadn’t finished there though; her hands and feet had got another four inches closer together before he’d tied off the rope.

She’d been glad that the rope at her crotch must have been tied off at her wrists because as he’d tugged, the pressure on her cunt hadn’t cut her in two – though as her body arched and her hands were drawn up away from her bottom the crotch rope had dug in and rubbed more and more. Stephanie had felt the rope sliding against her wet flesh and to her shame she’d known that she’d been trying to buck against her bounds to get more friction against the rope.

Jim had then moved onto her long hair. He’d put it into a ponytail and Stephanie had felt him plaiting her hair. She’d only realised that he’d plaited a cord into her hair when he’d pulled on it, lifting her head. He’d fastened it off at her wrists leaving her with her head pulled back painfully.

Stephanie had though that her bondage was complete, after all what else could he have done she’d thought to herself. She’d been wrong of course and in a few moment she’d felt him fastening cuffs just below her knees and then push her knees apart. Finally he’d attached a bar between the cuffs that had stopped her from closing her knees.

Her muscles had begun to ache as she’d lain bound and gagged on the table. Jim, as she’d dreaded but expected, had picked up the video camera and begun to film her in her humiliating and helpless position. Her body had been bent into a painful bow. Her hair had forced her to look ahead and meant that she’d been unable to hide her gagged face from Jim’s view as he’d brought the camera in for a close-up.

As he’d stepped around her, Stephanie had known that her widespread legs meant that her open pussy was only covered by the thin rope and that her crotch had been visibly wet. Even worse, she’d known that she’d been enjoying it far too much. Whilst she hadn’t had any ability to move her body, there’d been just enough flex in her hands and feet that allowed her to stretch and rhythmically pull on the crotch rope. Stephanie had known that it would be obvious to Jim and anyone who watched the tape that she’d been trying to masturbate herself in her bondage.

Stephanie remembered how she’d been desperate to cum at that moment and if only there’d been just a little more slack she was sure that she’d have been able to bring herself off.

The ache throughout her body had quickly become an insistent pain and she’d realised that she’d been screwing her eyes closed when she’d felt Jim unfastening her gag.

“Good girl, now let me just take out this nasty gag,” he’d said

Pain had stabbed through her jaw as he’d helped her open it just a little wider to allow him to extract the ball. Stephanie had tried to say “Thank you”, but what had come out was unintelligible.

Jim had stroked her face for a few moments and had looked deeply into her eyes.

“You look so beautiful, bound in your sexy lingerie, that I need some relief. I’d fuck you if I thought that you’d be able to hold off from cumming, but I know that you couldn’t right now, could you?” Stephanie had tried to wiggle her head in answer. “No you couldn’t. And I did promise that I wouldn’t make you cum, didn’t I?” He’d then reached under her to caress her breasts. Her bent position meant that her chest had been lifted slightly from the table giving him access to her tits.

“So, what are we to do?” He’d asked the question, even though both of them had known the answer. “I know, we could see how your blow-job technique is coming along.” He’d said it as if it were a sudden revelation, that the possibility had only just occurred to him. Stephanie had realised though that he must have been thinking about it all that evening and that was why she had been bound on the coffee table and not the floor.

Jim had positioned himself in-front of her and with practised ease he’d slipped his cock into her mouth.

“Now then slut, show me how much you appreciate me giving you these lessons. Show me how much you’ve learned.”

And Stephanie had done so. She’d put everything she had into pleasing him with her mouth and tongue. He had had to do a lot of the work though since she couldn’t move her head much. He’s stroked his cock in and out of her mouth as she’d worked it with her tongue and lips. His hands gently caressed her hair and taut shoulders.

“You’ve been practising overcoming your gag reflex. Lets see how far you’ve come.” With that he had pushed himself towards the back of her mouth with a deeper stroke than he’d done so far. With her head pulled back her throat had been more in line with her mouth. Jim had pushed a little harder and then Stephanie had found herself trying to swallow to avoid gagging. Suddenly the head of his cock had entered her throat.

“Excellent!” Jim had shouted with pleasure and triumph. Stephanie had been amazed that she’d done it and had felt a glow of pride suffuse her. He’d begun to fuck her face and Stephanie had taken it in her stride. He’d managed to push his cock into her throat a few more times. On the final time he’d instructed her to try to swallow again and as she had, her throat muscles massaged his penis and he had been able to hold back no longer. He’d spurted his cum directly into her throat. As he’d softened she’d licked and gently sucked him to get the last few drops of cum.

“Very good. I am very pleased with you.” Jim had lightly patted her face and hair and smiled down at her as she’d looked up at him.

He’d then undone the hogtie and had allowed her to relax her strained muscles. He’d kept her hands fastened behind her though. She’d been desperate to cum and as much as her pussy throbbed her insistence Stephanie had been glad that she hadn’t been able to touch herself. She’d not wanted to lose their bet at the last minute, especially after everything she’d been through.

So she’d remained kneeling besides him for the rest of that evening. And now here she was laying bound in her bed waiting for him to come, release her and at last let her have her long denied orgasm.

Part 8 – Orgasm

By Rilawild

When Jim opened the bedroom door Stephanie wanted to shout out “Hallelujah!”

‘Thank god he’s here. I’m not sure I can hold out much longer. He’s allowed me to stew in my juices for far too long – but I guess that’s exactly what he’s wanted. But now, at last, the moment is here.’

She knew that she looked a state. Her long hair was in a mess, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, the bedclothes in disarray exposing her gaping soaking crotch and she was laying there panting with arousal. All her thoughts since she’d woken earlier had only driven her into her current desperate state.

“My my, what have we here? It looks like a little bitch in heat!” Jim stood besides the bed for a moment drinking in the view.

Stephanie, in spite of her excitement, blushed as she realised how lewd she must look. A week ago she would never have considered that a few days without an orgasm could bring her to this position.

Jim pulled the bedclothes completely off the bed leaving her fully naked before him. Stephanie watched as his hungry eyes drank in her glowing body.

“I should allow you to lie-in more often if this is what will greet me in the morning,” Jim laughed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently reached out and stroked her slick flank.

Stephanie thought, ‘Oh yes, yes, this is it! Of course he’s going to do it whilst I’m still tied down, the kinky bastard.’ The only vocal sound she made though was to let out a long sigh of contentment and satisfaction.

He took his time stroking her skin, steering clear of her erogenous zones and clearly enjoying possessing her lovely body. She squirmed beneath his dancing fingers wanting them to become more bold and yet enjoying the teasing. Too many lovers dived straight in, but Jim knew how to control her. His fingers lingering on her tense stomach before dipping down to play in her pubic hair. Stephanie arched off the bed as he approached her pussy, ready and eager for his touch, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold on long once he began to masturbate her. His fingers went no further though and returned to the safety of her navel, leaving Stephanie to just let out a groan of frustration.

Her breathing was coming in gasps now and her heart was racing. Stephanie was now getting very desperate.

“Please. Touch. Me. Make. Me. Cum.” She couldn’t form a sentence and instead it came out in grunted single words.

Jim responded by sliding his hands over her breasts and gently squeezing them.

“Remember, you are not to cum until I tell you to, otherwise all your hard work will be for nothing.”

Stephanie’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and she arched her body up from the bed, pushing her breasts into his palms. He knew what she wanted and took both of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and Stephanie let out a moan of animal pleasure. As he put pressure on her nipples she found herself wanting him to squeeze harder, to make the sensations more intense.

“Yessss,” she hissed through clenched teeth in encouragement, and then wondered, ‘where did that come from?’

Jim gave her her wish. He bent his head to her chest and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. As he sucked hard on her nub, her applied more pressure on her right one. Stephanie continued to arch her body, feeling herself shudder as the sensations from her breasts spread throughout her body. Now Jim had taken her nipple between his teeth and was flicking his tongue across the swollen tip.

Stephanie grunted though as he pulled back from her, stretching her breast with her captured nipple. Then he released it and her flesh bounced back onto her chest and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Jim moved across her body, now kneeling between her wide spread legs, and began to lick around her other nipple. She found herself rising towards her climax as he worked away pleasuring her sensitive flesh, but Jim wasn’t going to let her off that easily and he moved from teasing her nipple to just kissing her upper chest and onto her neck.

When his tongue entered her mouth, Stephanie enthusiastically responded with her own tongue, returning his kiss passionately.

Eventually they broke for air and Jim moved back down to kiss her body. She knew what she wanted now and hoped that he would oblige her. As he moved down to kiss and lick around her navel she felt sure he was indeed heading south.

Jim did move lower. He slid his arms under her thighs and around to grip her hips. Stephanie looked down between her breasts and could see that he was now in prime position, his mouth only inches from her vagina. She willed him on and threw back her head in pleasure as he began to gently blow on her exposed clitoris.

His tongue snaked out and he began to lick her slick labia. He refused steadfastly to address her throbbing clit, only working back and forth across her lips and gently caressing her opening with the tip of his tongue. She thrust her hips forward and wiggled them back and forth frantically, trying to get some, any, friction on her clit, but it was all to no avail – he wouldn’t let her cum.

Then he stopped and waited for her to open her eyes and look down at him.

“Now hold on, you don’t have permission to cum. I know that you are so close, closer perhaps than you’ve been all week. Remember, if you cum without my permission then you will have failed your task. You are here to learn control.”

Stephanie couldn’t believe that he was giving her a lesson now of all times, she just wanted him to lick her clitoris and make her cum. A desperate, plaintive groan echoed from her throat.

“Now promise me that you won’t cum until I tell you to.” He blew once more on her dripping cunt to elicit a response, but Stephanie couldn’t say anything.

“Come on, tell me,” he demanded.

“Y-y-yessss, I promise.” Stephanie eventually gasped, knowing that he wouldn’t continue until she said it.

With that promise, his head dived between her thighs once more and he started to eat her in earnest. In moments she was back on cloud nine and more than ready to release her long pent up orgasm. Jim then began a long lick, starting just below her vagina and continuing up between her lips and finally, wonderfully, amazingly, finishing right on her clitoris. Stephanie’s body was in spasm, but she held on, held on, held on! Every muscle in her pleasure-wracked body held her tight as she waited for him to say the words she needed to hear.

She concentrated, holding back the flood waters, and waited, holding her breath.

“That’s right, don’t let go,” Jim slid back until he was kneeling on the bed between her legs.

Stephanie, now with no stimulation on her pussy, felt her orgasm begin to slip away.

“Good girl, don’t let go, I’m so proud of you.”

For a few moments longer, she held on and still believed that he’d give her the permission that she so needed and therefore allow her to release all the pent up pressure. She knew she was containing the biggest, strongest orgasm of her life. However, when a few more seconds had passed, and few more after that, she knew that his permission was not coming after all. She could no longer contain herself, and instead of the orgasm she’d expected she found herself bursting out into floods of tears. The emotional roller-coaster of her morning coming off the rails.

“How could you, how dare you do that to me! You promised I could cum,” she sobbed through her tears. Yet, when he released her and took her into his arms, she clung to him. Jim soothed her and cooed to her and she let out all of her frustration through her tears.

At last, she was spent emotionally and felt like she had no strength.

“You are wonderful,” Jim told her as he held her tightly. “You will get your orgasm today, just not now. I promised you would cum on Saturday, but I didn’t say Saturday morning. This morning was your final test in control. You have proved that you can control yourself, that you are an obedient little slut, I am very proud of you.”

He just held her. She felt so drained emotionally she didn’t know what to do. Eventually though, he helped her get off the bed and took her into the bathroom. He filled a bath and then bathed her, taking care of her. He talked to her constantly, telling her that she was ‘so good’, ‘a beautiful submissive slut’, ‘his wonderful girl’ and other similar phrases. He told her she had done so well.

Stephanie was in a daze, her emotions were in turmoil. She felt like she’d been holding something back, holding something behind a dam which had now burst. She wanted to hate Jim for what he’d done to her but found that she couldn’t.

‘He cares for me, he knows me better than I know myself. He wants me to fulfil my potential. I am a submissive slut, he can teach me so much.’

She felt confused, not knowing what to do and just deciding to go with the flow as he dried her.

“Now, lets get some breakfast, it’s quite late now.”



Jim led her, naked as usual, downstairs and into the kitchen. On auto-pilot she quickly made them some coffee and toast. He guided her down onto her knees besides his chair, into the position she’d been in a few days before.

“From now on, I think you should eat like this at every meal we have here,” Jim announced.

Stephanie nodded, “Yes sir.” It seemed somehow right to her.

After breakfast, Jim handed her the high-heels she’d teetered on the night before.

“You weren’t very confident wearing these last night, so I think for the rest of this morning we’ll practice. You’ll need to try hard since you’ll be wearing them when we go out later. If I am happy with your behaviour then you will get your orgasm this afternoon. If not then you’ll wait until this evening and be punished first.”

The naked woman eventually managed to stand up straight on her heels, and again saw that the now usual video camera was watching her.

“I do so like to record your training sessions. It will be a shame to destroy the tapes we’ve made this week.” Stephanie worried for a moment then that he was planning on going back on their deal. Jim smiled and said, “No, don’t worry. If you succeed with your little task then I will give you these tapes as promised.”

She was relieved. She’d doubted him and for that she felt very sorry and ashamed. ‘I will do better. He deserves better.’

“Thank you Sir,” she replied, knowing that there was no need to say anything else.

“Good girl. I know that you can feel insecure at times, but you’ve got to learn to trust me. If I promise you something then I’ll do it, though of course there may be a difference between what I say and what you hear, but I can’t be held accountable for that now can I?”

Stephanie didn’t really know what to make of that strange statement, and was still pondering it when he changed the subject.

“I think that we’re ready. I am going to teach you to walk in your heels and teach you good posture.”

Jim instructed her to walk back and forth, a few steps at a time at first, and then a little further until she was walking across the whole length of the room. Initially she found it very difficult and had to take hold of the furniture to stabilise herself. A few times she stumbled to her knees. She worried that she might twist her ankle. The heels made it seem like her whole centre of balance was different from normal.

‘These heels are ridiculously high, how can I be expected to walk in these?’

She did grow in confidence as he instructed her. He used his riding crop to provide encouragement – he slapped her buttocks with it whenever she paused or hesitated. When she seemed to be steady on her feet, he began to get her to walk with her head up, shoulders back, and placing one foot directly in front of the other. Again the crop was used to correct any mistakes.

Stephanie was in two minds about this training. She wanted to do as he told her, to please him, but she definitely didn’t want to wear heels like this, she definitely didn’t want to go out in public wearing them. They just screamed slut and whore, and whilst she was beginning to think that she was perhaps a slut – at least where Jim was concerned – she didn’t want to be mistaken for a whore.

They continued their training until Jim called a halt at lunchtime.

“Well, I suppose that will have to do, we’ve run out of time for now. You had better not embarrass me when we are out this afternoon.”

“No sir, I’ll do my best.”



Jim was true to his words and he fed Stephanie her lunch as she knelt naked at his side. Afterwards she cleaned up the dishes while he picked out some clothes for her.

He chose a knee-length denim skirt which buttoned all the way up the front, a pink blouse and of course the heels. He finished off her outfit with a new pair of hold-up stockings. Jim allowed Stephanie to get dressed in the living room for a change. He walked around her and tutted critically. He told her to leave her blouse outside of her skirt and to unbutton the top two buttons.

They drove to the centre of the city and he parked in a large car park. Jim set off for a shopping area at quite a pace and Stephanie found it difficult to keep up in her heels.

‘I’m glad he put me through my paces this morning, otherwise I couldn’t dream of staying up on these nightmare heels.’

She couldn’t quite catch up and so it seemed that she was following a pace behind him. He walked straight into a clothes shop. Stephanie almost stumbled to a stop besides him but managed not to fall on her face.

“OK, firstly we need to update your wardrobe: you need more skirts for work.” He looked around the shop and as he did Stephanie followed. She was a little frightened about what he planned. Jim browsed through the various racks and he picked out one. He held it up and Stephanie paled in horror. It was absolutely tiny, little more than a belt. He held it against her, then smiled.

“As much as I would love to see you wearing this skirt, I think that it’s maybe a little racy for work.” She was immensely relieved. Then he picked out a longer one, at least in comparison.

“Would you perhaps prefer this one?”

Stephanie nodded thankfully and whispered “yes sir”. She felt embarrassed to be standing in a shop calling him “sir”, and even worse having him picking out clothes for her. She did find it all very exciting though, but then she thought to herself, ‘I think I’d find watching paint dry exciting at the moment,’ as she mused about her sexual state.

Jim picked out another couple of mini-skirts and gave all three to her to carry while he put the micro-mini back on the rack. All the new skirts were a lot shorter than she would normally wear, let alone what she’d consider wearing to work.

Next he announced that she needed some sexier tops too. Stephanie began to protest saying that she needed to appear professional, but he stopped her.

“Remember, I know Samantha. I know what is and what isn’t acceptable in your office. I don’t want to get you sacked, I just want to make you more attractive. The frumpy blouses you have at the moment do not do you justice.”

He would clearly brook no further argument and she dropped the subject. Again he picked out a shockingly small top to show her and then picked three relatively more conservative choices. Two of these were thin spaghetti strapped tank tops and the third a cropped t-shirt. Once more she was relieved that he hadn’t forced her to get the original tiny, almost obscene, vest that he’d picked out first.

Stephanie was glad when Jim paid, she wasn’t sure that her meagre budget would stretch to a spending spree.

Next came a shoe shop. Stephanie had often bought shoes at that shop and so she felt reasonably comfortable going there. However, as soon as she stepped inside she remembered that she was wearing the high-heels, and she knew that rather than her normal fare of flats and low heels he’d want her to get similarly ridiculous high-heels. Otherwise, why would he have bothered with the training session earlier. She could feel her nipples tighten as she remembered prancing around naked for him.

She was right about the heels; Jim asked an assistant if she’d help Stephanie. He picked out a couple of styles and while she was getting the boxes Stephanie whispered, “I can’t try on these shoes, I’ll end up flashing my ‘you know what’ to her as she helps me with them.”

“Oh but I think you can.” Jim’s answer was terse and to the point.

“No. I can’t do it here, I come in this shop regularly. Can’t I just buy them, we know my size.”

“I’m afraid not. With shoes it is very important to get the size right. Wear the wrong size shoe and you could be in agony or have problems with your feet in the future. You will try on the shoes and you will let the assistant help you. If you make any more fuss then I’ll have to punish you.”

She didn’t feel it appropriate to mention that he’d dressed her in these high-heels without fitting them. She was sure that he wouldn’t like to have that pointed out to him.

So when the assistant returned Stephanie sat in the seat and allowed the young woman to remove her shoes and fit the new ones. Stephanie did her best to keep her legs demurely together as her feet were lifted and put down in turn, but knew that she’d failed when she saw a blush and smile spread over the assistant’s face. Stephanie was mortified and tried even harder to keep her legs together. The woman seemed to be enjoying herself as she obviously caught glimpses of Stephanie’s upper thighs and the fact there was no material visible indicating that she was naked beneath the skirt.

It seemed to become a game. The assistant picked up Stephanie’s feet and manoeuvred them into a position which seemed to forced her knees to part a little as she fastened or unfastened each shoe. Stephanie would try to nonchalantly move her other leg to close the gap – however this was not always possible. Then the assistant would put down Stephanie’s foot quite a distance away from the other one. She also sat so that Stephanie’s feet were either side of her knees, keeping them apart.

Stephanie realised what was going on and wondered if the woman was a lesbian. She also thought that she couldn’t have been the first woman that came here and ended up flashing the assistant. Stephanie’s mind then began to wonder if many women came here on purpose to try on shoes to get the innocent thrill of having someone look up their skirts.

As she thought about all the possibilities she forgot to move her legs to keep them together. The assistant worked through a number of styles and colours as Jim commented about which he liked and which he didn’t. They didn’t seem to think it important that Stephanie liked the shoes.

Eventually she snapped back to reality when the assistant asked her if she wanted to try walking in the latest pair of shoes that she’d put on her feet.

Stephanie was shocked to realise that her knees were quite wide apart and that she must be showing everything to the woman who was sat at her feet. What’s more, her foray into fantasy land had definitely awakened her long denied arousal. She could feel the familiar slick feeling between her labia and wondered if the woman had been able to notice it too. This humiliating thought just made her even more aroused.

Quickly closing her knees, she stammered that she would like to try walking in the shoes and she was blushing profusely as she stood with a little help from Jim.

She walked back and forth a few times, the shoes were equally as high as the ones she’d worn into the shop and she accomplished her walk without any mishaps.

Stephanie blushed some more as she sat once again in front of the assistant to allow her to change out of the new shoes and back into her original pair. This time though she concentrated and was sure that she didn’t put on more of a show.

After they had bought a couple of pairs of shoes, Jim ushered her out of the shop. When they had walked a bit and got to a quiet doorway away from the bustling shoppers he turned to her with a scowl on his face.

“You disobeyed me in there and questioned the instructions I gave you. You need to learn that I know what I’m doing when I give you an instruction. As a forfeit you will undo the bottom three buttons on your blouse.”

Stephanie was shocked. She couldn’t do that now, out in here in the open. One look at Jim though told her that he was serious and so, looking here and there to see if anyone was watching, she undid the buttons as ordered. Her blouse was now only held closed by two buttons at her breasts. As if to reinforce her vulnerability a gust of wind caught her loose blouse and sent it flapping. Her flat belly was suddenly exposed and Stephanie quickly pulled her wayward clothing back into shape. Her nipples responded to the gust by getting harder and if possible becoming more prominent as they poked through her thin blouse.

“Now then,” Jim said, “I think just one more stop.”

He led her through the streets. Gradually the well known shops were replaced by independent stores. Then they turned down a side street and Jim pushed open a nondescript door. It was only when the door closed behind her that Stephanie realised that they were in a sex shop.

‘Oh! What are we doing here? Did anyone I know see me coming in here?’ Stephanie didn’t know what to think. She’d always wondered what a sex shop might be like, but had never had the courage to seek one out. Now, here she stood in one.

She was a little surprised to see that superficially it looked like many other shops. There were racks of products. From where they stood she could see videos and magazines, and she could only guess what they could portray. Jim took her hand and led her into the shop proper. Stephanie looked from side to side as they walked down the aisle. The video and magazine covers all showed plenty of flesh combined with lurid colours. Within a few yards though, these were replaced by boxes and plastic encased toys. All manner of dildos and vibrators were arrayed before her and it was here that Jim stopped.

Stephanie had not noticed anyone else in the shop and she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She felt that she’d die of embarrassment if someone she knew recognised her. It didn’t cross her mind that if someone she knew saw her there, that they too would be patronising a sex shop and might be just as embarrassed to be recognised.

Stephanie was shocked when he put his hand on her bum and told her to stand in the ‘Inspection’ position.

“What? I can’t do that, not here. What if someone saw me?”

“Oh dear. You have forgotten your lesson so quickly. Undo the bottom three buttons on your skirt and then get into position.”

Stephanie realised her mistake immediately.

‘Oh no!’ She groaned to herself, but did begin to undo the buttons. ‘I’ve got to trust him. If I don’t, then who knows what I’ll have to undo next?’ There were only six buttons on her skirt, so undoing three meant that her thighs would be exposed to a very a high level as she walked. Her stocking tops would be visible to everyone. Her bare sex, which was now getting rather wet, would be only a few inches from the split that would open as the material moved.

When she was finished, blushing furiously and looking furtively around the shop, she parted her legs and lifted her hands to the required position behind her neck. The split in her skirt opened up alarmingly as she shifted her legs apart, but she thought that she was still covered. Her raised arms also caused the bottom of her blouse of open up and her navel to be exposed.

“That’s better. You must learn that there are consequences for your disobedience.” Jim then continued, “we’re going to buy some toys to help you with your training.”

Standing in the embarrassing position, Stephanie just hoped that he’d hurry up so that they could leave. He picked up a blister-packed slim dildo, but then Stephanie’s jaw dropped when she realised that it wasn’t a dildo. The words ‘Butt Plug’ sprang out at her from the packaging. Wisely, she decided not to say anything, she couldn’t afford to lose any more buttons.

“You’ve never worn a plug in this delightful bottom have you?” Jim asked rhetorically as he patted her bum. “We’ll start with this small one and see how we get on.” Stephanie wondered about that “we”, and guessed that what he really meant was “you”.

“Now stay here,” he told her as he walked away. Stephanie almost panicked as she was left alone.

‘What if someone comes? What if he doesn’t come back? Should I put my hands down? No, he’ll be angry. Is this a test?’ Despite her fear, she was now very turned on. Her eyelids felt very heavy all of a sudden as she found herself concentrating on her wet pussy. Then she felt someone standing behind her, she guessed that it was Jim but her cunt and her nipples were telling her that it could be someone else, someone come to strip and humiliate her.

Then a pair of hands reached around her and grasped her barely covered breasts and they began to manipulate her sensitive tits. Her brain was telling her it was Jim; her hard nipples were shouting ‘stranger’. It was Jim’s voice though that whispered in her ear when he caught both of her nipples between his fingers and suddenly squeezed them hard.

“Your next toy is for these little gems. I just know you’ll look fantastic wearing a pair of nipple clamps.” Stephanie gasped out a long sigh as he then rolled her nipples between his fingers. She knew that anyone watching them would just see a wanton slut, open and ready for her man.

Then one of his hands slid down over her blouse and reaching into its opening. He circled her navel and Stephanie let out a soft moan. He didn’t stop there though and soon his hand was descending further.

“Please, not here,” Stephanie whispered unconvincingly and, as she had half-hoped, he ignored her. The hand continued it southerly journey, over her hip, onto her thigh and then her naked inner-thigh. In a moment, Jim’s hand slid back upwards drawing her skirt with it and he brought it to rest on her burning crotch.

“Good girl, you’re so hot and ready for me.” Jim stroked her tenderly; he wasn’t going to tease her to the brink here and Stephanie was relieved for that. “Now I want you to pick up that toy directly in front of you, on third shelf. The blue one with ‘Butterfly’ and ‘Remote Control’ on the box.” Stephanie shuddered as he continued to stroke her and she thought about the possibilities as she reached out to pick up the vibrator.

“That’s right. You know what it is don’t you? I’ll strap it onto your clit and I’ll keep the remote control.” He removed his hands from her body and she sighed in disappointment causing Jim to chuckle softly.

“Okay, one final item and we’re done for today.” Stephanie followed him into another aisle and found herself looking at various metal and leather restraints. Jim toyed with some cuffs, examining them. Then he picked up a wide leather belt with plenty of attached rings for bindings. Stephanie’s mind was just swimming with all the possibilities. She’d never imagined that there were so many different things that could be used to tie someone up. He handed her the belt to hold.

Jim next picked up a collar and began to examine it.

“Would you like to wear a collar slut?”

“I’m not sure sir,” and then remembering what she probably should say, “erm, if it pleases you sir.”

“Good,” Jim smiled. “However, I don’t think you’re ready to be collared yet.” Stephanie wasn’t sure what he meant by that.

“Right,” he said, “let’s go and buy all these toys for you.”

In a few moments, they were standing by the counter. Stephanie felt her blush deepen as she came face to face with the man who ran the shop. She was embarrassed to realise that he looked normal: middle-aged and wearing t-shirt and jeans. Part of her had expected some leather-bound whip-wielding gorilla.

“Hello Jim, who’s this lovely young thing?” The shop manager asked and Stephanie felt like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. He looked her up and down, from head to toe.

“Bill, nice to see you.” Jim reached out and took her chin in his hand to lift her face. “Look at the nice man slut.”

‘Oh no, oh no.’ She felt tears form at the corner of her eyes and her vision blurred but she did as instructed. Fear was churning in her stomach. She couldn’t believe that he was going to embarrass her here in front of this stranger. ‘Oh but he’s not a stranger to Jim,’ she thought and her heart sank.

“She’s something I picked up at a party last weekend. A novice, but with potential. We’re just buying her first butt plug and other items.”

Stephanie wanted to run, but her feet were glued to the floor. It was just getting worse and worse. Blood was rushing in her ears and her knees were feeling weak.

‘He knows that everything is for me! Oh dear.’

“As you can see, she’s very excited to be getting some new toys – just look at those nipples. They’ll take these clamps wonderfully don’t you think.” Jim rubbed metaphorical salt into the wound of her humiliation.

“And here, smell my fingers. Her cunt is so sweet and it’s eager for that butterfly vibrator.” Stephanie was stunned that he would be so blatant. The situation had been bad, but now it was terrible. The man could see her erect nipples and now he knew that her pussy was drooling with juice. She knew she was a slut, Jim knew that she was a slut and now this strange man knew that she was slut.

With a broad smile on his face Jim paid for the items and said goodbye to Bill. She wasn’t sure how she managed to walk out of the shop without collapsing, but she did.

“Good girl, you passed that little test very well. That’s all our shopping for today. Let’s take a walk through the park – you look like you could do with a bit of fresh air.”

Stephanie was relieved that her shopping ordeal was over and in spite of her revealing, unbuttoned clothes she walked proudly with Jim into the park. It was a warm sunny day and she soon forgot the experience in the sex shop.

They meandered through the park following a quiet tranquil path. While there were quite a few people in the park it didn’t seem crowded. Most were sat on benches or on the grass enjoying the day. Others were promenading through the park on the simple gravel paths.

“Let’s sit on the grass for a while. It’s such as lovely day.” Jim gently took her arm and walked them to a spot on the edge of the park. He lay down on the grass and motioned for her to join him. Stephanie, careful to keep her clothing in order, knelt and then lay on her back on the grass besides him.

“You have done very well today. I am both pleased and proud of you. What’s more you have done very well with your control lessons over the last few days.” Jim was now propped up on his side and he reached out and brushed some stray hairs from her face.

“Thank you sir, I have tried my best.”

“Yes, I know you have. I know it’s been hard but you’ve done what I’ve asked.” He was now stroking her face, no hairs left to brush aside. Stephanie tensed slightly when he moved his hand down onto her neck. He trailed his fingers idly at the hollow at the base of her throat and on to her upper chest between the open collar of her blouse. She looked around to see who was nearby, who might see him caressing her.

“Don’t worry, no-one is watching us,” he told her.

Stephanie was on the verge of panic when he unfastened the last two buttons of her blouse.

“Now lie still and you will stay covered.” He gently began to caress her breasts through the material of her blouse as he spoke. Stephanie was anxiously looking around to see if anyone was watching and whilst there were a few people relatively close they didn’t appear to be concerned with them. She wanted to jump up and run to the bushes not far away. She didn’t though. Her nipples were so hard and his touch was electric. She didn’t want him to stop.

Jim, lying next to her, squeezed her nipple gently. The sensation she felt was extremely powerful. It felt like a wire was connected directly between her clitoris and nipple. Four days of denial were taking its toll and she was almost out of her mind with desire. She knew that she ordinarily would never let anyone touch her breasts in public, let alone toy with them like this. Next, he treated her other nipple to the same experience.

Jim was watching her face closely, judging her state of excitement. The rapid rise and fall of her chest was betraying her arousal as much as her rapidly glazing eyes. He assessed the moment was right and slipped his hand underneath her blouse and began to gently ‘milk’ her nipple; she let out the moan that he’d clearly expected.

She threw her head to the side and let out an “oh yes”.

“Good girl, you deserve this don’t you? You’ve been so good for me all week.”

She realised that her left breast was now uncovered when he moved his hand from it to her right one. She began to lift her hand to fix her blouse when he gripped her right nipple.

“Leave it, you are beautiful and I want to see you.” Stephanie was overcome when he began to gently twist her nipple and couldn’t bring herself to cover her exposed tit – she was paralysed.

Her head fell to the side and when she recovered slightly from the amazing sensations flowing through her body she looked out across the grass. She was relieved that no-one was close by to see her predicament, but she wasn’t sure that they were being ignored either. She thought that she saw a couple looking their way.

Before she could compose herself though, Jim slid his hand down over the exposed stomach to the waist of her skirt. He teased his fingers along its edge, from belly to hip and back again. Then, she guessed it was coming but felt powerless to prevent it, he moved his hand idly onto her thigh. It took only a moment for him to brush the material back and expose her left thigh and the bare skin above her stocking to the warm afternoon air.

“Please don’t, not here,” she whispered, but he ignored her plea and began to stroke her bare leg.

“What beautiful soft skin you have. It’s a pleasure to touch and caress.”

When his hand slid higher and unfastened the lowest remaining button, Stephanie knew that her fate was sealed. He had easy and complete access to her charms now, and to her intense embarrassment she betrayed herself and allowed her knees to fall a little apart opening the way for him. Yet her brain screamed at her to stop this now, before she was completely humiliated.

Stephanie felt his hand brush along her inner thigh and then let out a long gasp as he slowly, every so slowly, painfully slowly, stroked his middle fingertip right along her labia. She felt them part easily and wetly when he did.

“Anyone. Could. See,” She managed to gasp her concern out loud. She was too far lost in her passion now to do anything to physically stop him, and indeed her body had already surrendered.

“Hush and just enjoy it,” Jim whispered. He pushed a finger into her at the same time and far from hushing she moaned loudly. Jim, a broad smile creasing his face, began to slowly, rhythmically slide his finger in and out of her soaking vagina.

Her head was spinning with the pure pleasure of his masturbation, and when a second finger joined his first she knew that this was her last chance to do anything about it.

“Please,” she groaned, “not here. Take me home, you can do anything you want there.” Her speech was interrupted frequently by gasps and grunts as his fingers worked their magic.

“You’ve been a good girl all week,” Jim leaned in close to her ear and whispered to her. “As a reward, I’m going to give you permission, very soon, to cum for me here.”

Stephanie was stunned. She’d realised that he planned to tease her here to keep her worked up, to reinforce the denial she’d felt these last few days, but to actually expect her to orgasm in public, it was too much. She gathered every ounce of concentration she could and begged him.

“Please, no, it’s too much.”

“Well if you don’t take the opportunity now, then I won’t need to give you the tape. You agreed to cum when I told you to today. If you don’t cum when I tell you to, I won’t give you permission again for at least twenty-four hours.” As he spoke, a third finger was added and he began to work them faster. He still hadn’t touched her clitoris.

“Anything but this,” she pleaded desperately. She couldn’t believe that he was going to make her orgasm in a public park, and while there weren’t any people very close, there were people, plenty of people, who could be watching them. Stephanie wanted to look to see if they had become a spectacle, but her eyes were screwed shut as she concentrated on not letting go. She didn’t even realise that she was holding back her long denied orgasm, it had become second nature now.

“No, this is a vital part of your lesson. You’ve learned not to cum without permission, and now you’ve got to learn to cum when told to!” As he said that he lightly rubbed his thumb right over her clitoris, and all thought of defiance left her immediately. She did need to cum and she needed to cum now. Her hips bucked violently at his touch and her skirt opened completely baring her legs.

She was now grunting and thrusting her crotch onto his hand, her legs spreading wider to give her more leverage and him more access. She knew she must look like a wanton slut, but she no longer cared.

However, Jim appeared to want to extract every possible fragment of embarrassment and humiliation from her. He shifted position and as he stroked her face with his free hand, he whispered to her:

“Anyone could be watching, in fact I think that man over there is watching. Do you think he can tell I’m fucking you with my fingers? That couple over there, are they glancing over at us? What about the people in those buildings there? Can they see us?”

This pushed Stephanie to new heights and she wasn’t sure that she would be able to hold out any longer, in spite of her training, or maybe because of it. Her pent up desire was fast becoming an unstoppable force.

She was now gasping out loud and moaning with every thrust of his fingers. Jim’s thumb now began it work against her clitoris relentlessly and she threw abandon to the winds.

“Wait, wait, I know you’re near but you must wait until I give you permission. Yes, you’re so close aren’t you? Hold it, hold it. That’s it, your face is so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Her hips were pumping obscenely as he worked her expertly. She didn’t care who was watching her now. Her upper body was completely uncovered, her legs were spread wide, her skirt just clinging to her waist to give vestige of modesty.

“That’s it, you want it so badly don’t you? You’ve waiting so long for this moment haven’t you? Good girl!”

Stephanie was in a frenzy now, she was so desperate. Her brain was screaming at her, ‘Gotta cum, gotta cum, gotta cum’. It was like the rhythm of a train speeding along a track. Those words had taken over all of her conscious thought as he teased her right on the brink for an eternity. She was delirious and couldn’t understand what he was waiting for.

Then he stopped stroking her clitoris and instead just pushed down on it with his thumb. Stephanie sucked in a deep breath and held it, fighting back her orgasm.

“Ready,” he said. Then he paused for a second, but to Stephanie it was a lifetime. Then another and she felt like she would burst.

And after a final, third second, he released the pressure and at the same time said the one word that would penetrate her consciousness.

“Cum!”

Stephanie’s breath exploded from her lungs as the orgasm of her life shook her body. She thrashed her head from side to side, and let out a loud moan with her escaping breath, completely oblivious to anyone who might look their way.

Her naked breasts quivered and wobbled on her chest as she sucked in a lungful of air quickly, her convulsing body needing the oxygen to power her trembling muscles.

“Aaaahhhh, Yeeessssss!” She let out the spent air once more, this time able to form simple words. She didn’t care any longer that someone might hear her.

Her hips continued to pump up and down obscenely as she rode and humped herself against his hand, whilst his fingers worked themselves deeply in her burning, sopping vagina. She needed to keep her cunt pressed firmly against his hand; to drive his fingers deeper into herself; to prolong the wonderful, amazing, earth-shattering orgasm. She didn’t care that her skirt was rucked up to her waist leaving her crotch bare but for Jim’s hand.

She writhed in her throes of passion, panting and groaning loudly. Her animal pleasure driving her on.

“Ah, AH, AAHH!” She sighed. “Yes, YES, YESSS!” She grunted.

‘Don’t stop!’ Her mind screamed at her trembling body, she would not let the buffeting gale of her passion subside. She couldn’t form the words in her throat, so they remained unspoken. She knew though that she didn’t need words to tell Jim what she wanted, what she needed. He clearly knew what to do because just as the tide began to recede he rubbed again at her throbbing clitoris and sent new, fresh waves crashing through her body.

The power of her orgasm was overwhelming. She lived for this pleasure pumping through her body. She felt like the outer layers of herself were being burned off in the furnace of her lust to reveal the core of her soul. She was sex incarnate, all other parts of herself were pared away. Her name would no longer be “Stephanie”, it would be “Sex”, “Lust” or “Passion”.

However, it couldn’t last, it had gone on longer than any other orgasm in her life, but it was still finite. Her whole body trembled as the fire receded, and as it died down at last, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, “Stephanie” was born once more – resurrected from le petit mort.

She was Stephanie again; but part of her felt that she had been changed forever, that she was a new Stephanie, tempered into a new sexual being by the fires of passion.

In the end she collapsed back onto the grass unable to open her eyes. Stephanie’s rasping breath began to calm down and her pounding heart quieted. She couldn’t move yet, exhausted, but her happiness bloomed as she felt Jim adjusting her clothes to cover her once more and heard him praising her:

“Good girl, that’s very good. I am very proud of you. You’ve done very well, exactly as I asked.”

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