Stephanie's Submission

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 10 – The Club

By Rilawild

Stephanie sank down into the soft upholstery of the car seat with her skirt once more raised. She didn’t care whether anyone saw her adjusting her clothes and only a slight grunt escaped her lips when she felt the plug push firmly into her rectum again.

She closed her eyes and drifted away as the engine hummed and the car swept her away. She could hear Jim talking as they drove but she felt too remote to be able make out what he was saying, hoping that he didn’t expect or require a response to anything he said.

At last, the car drew to a halt and after a moment or two she realised that the butterfly vibrator had stopped once more. She stretched and opened her eyes. She’d expected to see Jim’s house, but instead saw that they were parked in a secluded tree-lined car-park. It reminded her of a car-park at a country hotel or something similar.

“So you’re back with me eh?” Jim asked. “It’s still early so I decided to visit a club.” He announced it casually, and Stephanie turned her head to follow the direction of his eyes. She saw a low building with an ‘Roman’ style pillared entrance, “The Temple” was carved in Latin script above the door and lit by hidden spot-lights.

“It’s a ‘special’ club. Doms and subs come here to let off steam, there’ll be plenty of people in there, all sorts: masters and mistresses, subs and slaves,” she saw him nod towards her when he said these two. “Sadists, masochists, fetishists and pony and puppy girls and boys.”

Stephanie shrank back into the seat as her fear began to build. Jim continued his litany of what they’d find in the club and she knew that she couldn’t go in there.

‘What if someone recognises me? What if they tell all my friends? I couldn’t cope with that, it would be so humiliating.’

She was about to beg Jim to take her home, rather than take her into the club, when he beat her to it.

“I can guess you’re a little frightened about going in there, aren’t you? Frightened that you’ll be recognised.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered blushing because he could read her so well.

“Well, we are going inside whether you want to or not. However, I do have a mask that you could wear so that no-one would be able to tell who you are.”

Relief spread through her and she reached out to take the mask he held out. However, before she could get it, he pulled it back.

“Now, now, now. If you want the mask we’ll have to make a trade. You can have the mask in exchange for that nice top you’re wearing.”

Stephanie was initially shocked but then realised that this was all part of their game. She could go into the club wearing the mask but with only her thin shrug on. She’d be anonymous but everyone would be able to make out the shape of her breasts. Or, she could keep her top on but leave her identity exposed. She couldn’t go in there and allow people to recognise her, so she would have to trade the mask for her top. Deep inside she knew what he was doing. It was to be her decision to surrender her top, to surrender not just the piece of material but a little more control.

Looking around to ensure that no-one was looking at the car, she quickly removed her top and replaced her shrug, tying it firmly between her breasts. The thin lacy material was now the only thing protecting her soft orbs and she didn’t intend to lose that protection. She knew it was too transparent, just wisps of opaque lace covering her modesty amidst acres of see-through lace. It was just too indecent for being out in public – she laughed to herself though that an actress at a film première could probably get away with it.

She was blushing still when she swapped her top for the mask. The soft black material covered the top half of her face completely when she fastened it around her head and she felt her fear ebb away now that she was anonymous.

‘He’s always getting me to remove pieces of clothing in public,’ she thought, though the pleasure coursing through her brain told her that she loved it.

Stepping out the car, she felt the cool evening air caressing her bare mid-rift and playing over her barely covered breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly and Stephanie saw that they were clearly visible through the transparent lace of her shrug. The breeze also stroked her beneath her short skirt. There was no doubt to her that her sex was bare and wet.

She felt extremely self-conscious: almost bare breasts, tiny skirt and mask covering her face. What if she were the only one in the club wearing a mask, wouldn’t that just make her stand out. Even though he’d implied it was sex club, would her skimpy clothing really be acceptable or would she cause a scene. She felt so unsure of herself and forced herself to walk a little closer to Jim, feeling safer in his presence.

When they entered “The Temple”, Stephanie looked on in awe. Once they had passed through the portico, guarded by a doorman who hadn’t blinked twice at her clothing, they entered an open area and Jim allowed her to take in the view. Inside a DJ was playing dance music for the collection of people on the small dance floor. Over on one side was a bar serving the customers and around the dance floor were a collection of tables at which the patrons sat. On the surface it was just like any other nightclub she’d visited, except for the people.

She hadn’t been at all sure what to expect when he’d been describing the types of customers that would be there. Her gaze flicked around the large open space before her. She could see people of all shapes and sizes, and a wide age range too. Whilst the club wasn’t full there were plenty of people there and that sent her nerves soaring to new heights.

Even though her own skimpy clothes and Jim’s assurances should have prepared her for what she saw she still found herself shocked by the naked flesh and fetish clothes that were on show. Leather, PVC and rubber seemed to be the most prevalent choice of material for ‘clothing’, most of it outlandish.

‘I guess that they don’t get to wear clothes like this in public very often and so they’re making the most of it where they can. I can’t believe that there can be so many kinky people living near by. Who would have thought it?’ she questioned herself with a silent chuckle. Then another thought crossed her mind, ‘I suppose I’m one of them too, and I wouldn’t want too many people knowing my secrets!’

There were a reasonable proportion of the people in the room in more ordinary clothes, so she felt that they wouldn’t stand out too much for not being dressed in the bizarre fetish creations that seems to dominate. There were even quite a few people wearing masks, that relieved her enormously. She blushed a bit more when she saw one woman who was completely naked but for a mask and shoes, imagining what it would be like to be on show like that. It sent a shiver straight down her spine that ended up merging with the buzzing in her swollen pussy. She fantasized for a moment that Jim would make her strip and then lead her around the club naked.

She was still imagining being nude amongst all these people when Jim gently took her arm and motioned her down the steps towards the dance floor and the tables beyond. She goggled at the bare breasts and buttocks quivering as people danced when they passed by the edge of the demarcated dance floor with its flashing lights and loudspeakers.

They threaded their way between tables. Stephanie’s eyes couldn’t take it all in. Here was a woman laying over another’s lap receiving a spanking; there was a hooded man kissing the boots of his mistress; beyond them was a woman kneeling on all fours dressed impeccably in a long evening dress with a tray of drinks resting on her back and holding a riding crop between her teeth. Next to her were seated a couple chatting away, who seemed completely oblivious to her plight. As Stephanie passed by them the man reached over and picked up his glass from the tray and then looked up at her and smiled. A look of desire glinted in his eyes as he glanced at her barely covered breasts. She hurried on to make sure that she stayed close by Jim, more self conscious than before of her jiggling tits.

Jim had taken a circuitous route to find a free table well away from the dance floor. Stephanie wasn’t sure if it had been so that he could see who was there, so that she could take in the clientèle or worse if it had been so that he could show her off. No matter which it was, in the end they finished up at a small table in an area designed to be relatively private. There were half a dozen tables each in its own little bay that meant that it was really only open to the hustle and bustle of the club on one side; its privacy was further enhanced by the fact that the only people who would come by these tables were the people coming and going from the tables themselves.

“I thought you’d prefer a quieter table,” Jim explained as he sat down at the table and she was pleased that he was so considerate. Stephanie was about to go to the other chair around the table from him when he stopped her.

“No! Please kneel here besides me.” She was surprised by this and just stood there as if she didn’t understand English. She started to protest, but before her mouth was open, he looked at her sternly. “I said ‘kneel’.”

As he stressed the word ‘kneel’ the butterfly vibrator leap to life. She let out a loud gasp and her protest evaporated with her breath. She had to reach out her hand to the back of Jim’s chair to steady herself, but it was fruitless as he, anticipating her move, shifted his chair quickly out of the way. Stephanie groaned as the vibrator worked at full pelt against her wet flesh and she found herself sinking to her knees as instructed – her legs seemed to be unable to support her.

“That’s better isn’t it?” Jim asked almost mockingly. “Though, remember that you need to keep your knees nice and wide apart pet”. He was leaning in close to her as he said this and Stephanie instinctively spread her thighs and found herself in the ‘Kneel’ position. It was only when the vibrator was slowed down to a light hum that she remembered where she was.

“Now, stay like that,” Jim ordered.

With her knees widespread and wearing the tiny skirt she knew that her pussy was probably visible to Jim. She was thankful that she was kneeling facing a spot between Jim’s chair and the table with her back to the rest of the club. She thought she’d have died of embarrassment if anyone else could have seen her exposed privates.

“I know you’re nervous, but you shouldn’t be. I think you need a drink to settle your nerves, go to the bar and get us one.” He reached for her hand and helped her to her feet.

‘So, he was just proving a point,’ she thought as she stood. ‘Why else would he force me to kneel and then immediate get back up to go to the bar?’

Stephanie wound her way towards the bar, this time by as a straight a route as she could pick. Without Jim close by, she was a little intimidated by all these people, so she walked a little faster than she should have. Unfortunately, she stumbled and found herself falling only to be caught by someone behind her whose elbows caught her beneath her arms.

“Careful love!” A man’s voice said in her ear and his arms slid around her. When he helped her back to her feet his hands “helped” themselves to handful of her soft breasts.

“There ya go, no harm done; all safe and sound,” her saviour announced gleefully and he gave her breasts a final squeeze before letting go and softly patting her on her bottom.

Stephanie didn’t know what to do or say. The man had just taken an outrageous liberty, but he had stopped her from falling and hurting herself. She turned, thinking she might slap him, and found herself in front of a gentle looking middle-aged man, slightly overweight, a little taller than she, wearing leather trousers and a leather harness criss-crossing his bare chest. He looked fairly harmless and was wearing a broad smile on his face. Next to him was woman about the same age and definitely not with the figure to wear the catsuit she had on; but she too had a gentle look about her face. Stephanie was completely disarmed by their appearance, she blushed (that was becoming far too much of a habit she thought), glanced down at the floor and said “thank-you”.

“Run along love,” the man told her and Stephanie, not sure what else she could do, carried on towards the bar. She thought that perhaps that that feel he’d had of her breasts had made his evening and decided she wouldn’t begrudge him that.

She eventually managed to buy a couple of drinks and began to wend her way back to Jim’s table. As she passed the table where she’d stumbled, she sheepishly glanced at the couple there and found them both smiling at her. The woman winked at her and Stephanie stopped in surprise.

‘What’s that about?’ Stephanie thought. However, her pause was just long enough for the man to reach out and squeezed her bottom.

“Well love, looks like you just can’t keep away doesn’t it? I see you don’t have a collar, are you claimed? Would you like to stay and play a while? Melinda would just love to tease those delicious titties of yours, wouldn’t you honey?”

Stephanie was a little taken aback. His hand was still stroking her bum and he was gently pulling her closer to the table where Melinda was leaning forward in eager anticipation. With her hands full, Stephanie couldn’t reach back to remove his hand. Part of her wanted to stay and find out what this gentle looking couple would do, but she knew that Jim was waiting for her.

“I’m sorry sir, but I have to get back to my table. Please excuse me.”

“Oh well honey, it seems she’s not free after all. What a shame.” He patted her buttock and finally slid his hand down onto her stockinged thigh. “Well, if you’re ever at a loose end we’re here every other weekend. OK then, run along then love,” he removed his hand from her leg and she was free to continue her journey back to Jim with their drinks.

Stephanie was surprised to see that Jim was not alone when she returned to the table and she stopped in her tracks. Sitting next to him was another man, probably in his early thirties, clean shaven with a mass of unruly thick black hair. Jim noticed Stephanie standing there and beckoned her over. She almost had to force her feet to move, one foot in front of the other until she stood besides him and placed the drinks on the table.

“Good girl,” Jim said and then motioned to the floor besides his chair before turning back to his new companion who’d already picked up one of the drinks, her drink, and begun to sip it.

‘Oh my god, oh my god,’ just kept running through her mind as she realised that he wanted her to kneel again. She knew that she’d be exposing herself not only to Jim but this other man too. He was a complete stranger and she didn’t think she was ready to do that just yet. However, Stephanie knew what Jim expected from earlier and that he wouldn’t take no as an answer. She wracked her brains trying to work out what she should do. She’d have to kneel. She looked from Jim to the stranger and then the table and finally the floor. Then she made up her mind.

‘I have to trust Jim,’ she told herself and sank to her knees right besides the table. She shuffled a little to get into position and then with resignation spread her knees to take up the position she knew she had to.

‘At least I have the mask, and I guess I knew something like this would happen when we came in here.’

She thought that from his position on the other side of the table that the stranger would not be able to see her crotch without leaning forward over the table or climbing down beneath the table but she couldn’t be certain. The thought of her exposing herself to this strange man embarrassed her, especially the thought that she’d done it completely willingly, but it also excited her and that seemed to embarrass her all the more.

Jim reached out and stroked her hair gently and perhaps a little possessively.

“This is the girl I was telling you about,” he said to the other man. Stephanie felt humiliation bubbling up inside as she considered that Jim had been discussing her, and what he might have been saying. He turned to Stephanie and continued, “this is David, a friend of mine from out of town.”

Stephanie wondered if he’d arranged to meet him here, whether he’d premeditated the meeting to help humiliate her, or whether it was coincidental.

David was watching her intensely and she realised that he was admiring her breasts. She blushed furiously, knowing that there was not a lot covering them and that he was able to clearly see that her nipples were rock hard.

Jim and David then began to reminisce about past times and mutual acquaintances. Stephanie tuned this all out, not knowing who or what they were talking about, so she was surprised when Jim asked her question. It took her a few moments to realise that he’d asked her if she wanted to dance. However, she could tell by the way he’d asked that he expected her to say “yes” and so all she could do was nod.

“Alright, but I’m happy here. I’m sure that David would love to dance though, wouldn’t you David?” The other man nodded. “So why don’t you two go and enjoy yourself for a bit.”

Stephanie, not really wanting to dance with this stranger, who seemed to spend all his time eyeing her breasts, knew that Jim wanted her to. That he’d set this up so that she had no choice, indeed so that it looked like she was the one who wanted to dance.

So once again, tottering on her high-heels, she found herself heading towards the dance floor. This time with David walking behind her and no doubt admiring the way her bum swayed. A moment of mischievousness overcame her embarrassment and she put a little more sashay into her stride. Her gait making her bottom sway even more, and drawing more attention to herself.

On the dance floor, she began to enjoy herself as she danced with David. He seemed to be passable dancer and she’d managed to relax somewhat as the music took hold. She found she couldn’t quite give in to the music since she had to be careful on the heels she was wearing, but she was definitely enjoying herself.

She was just starting to feel a little tired when the DJ took the beat down a notch or two, and she found herself dancing in David’s arms. Before long her head was on his shoulders and his hands were at her waist.

‘I suppose we ought to be getting back to Jim,’ she thought, but that was immediately dismissed from her mind when David’s hands moved down onto her barely covered butt. He was the second person to have grabbed her bum in this club, and she guessed that it was a fairly common occurrence. That didn’t mean she had to like it though.

However, David was holding her tightly, and she knew that Jim would not be pleased if she insulted his friend so she didn’t pull away as she wanted to. Besides, she realised she actually quite liked it to know that men found her attractive enough to ‘cop a feel’. His hands began to move around her bottom, feeling the soft pliancy of her buttocks beneath the brief material of her pleated skirt. The cloth slid over her smooth skin underneath his hands. The rhythm of the slow music and David’s touch combining to soothe her and also lull her into a stupor.

His hands were roaming all over her buttocks and it wasn’t long before he found the hard nub of the base of her plug underneath her skirt.

“My, my, Jim was right, you are a sexy minx aren’t you?” He laughed as he tapped her butt plug, testing that it was seated solidly.

‘Oh no, he thinks that it was my idea to wear the plug!’ she exclaimed to herself.

Then she realised that her skirt was slowly riding up with his caresses when she felt his fingertips stroke bare flesh at the base of her buttocks. That sent her heart beating more quickly.

‘I should stop him, step away and straighten my skirt.’ She kept telling herself that, as bit by bit the short pleated skirt was raised higher and higher, exposing more and more of her naked flesh and eventually the plastic intruder firmly embedded within her.

It wasn’t long before she knew her skirt was completely up to her waist at the back and his strong hands were roaming freely over her exposed soft buttocks, squeezing and pinching her skin.

“You are such a hot little peach aren’t you? Wearing no knickers and with that naughty itsy-bitsy plug stuck up your arse.”

Stephanie clung onto David as he spread her cheeks and took a firm grip of the plug. She knew that anyone behind her could see what he was doing and she felt deeply embarrassed that she was letting it happen without challenge. Then he pulled the plug outwards slightly before pushing it back firmly.

“Yeap, it’s definitely stuck up there.” he laughed. “Well, I think it’s time to get back to Jim.” He let go of the plug, patted her bum and then taking her hand he pulled her away from the dance floor. Stephanie stumbled after him, tottering on her heels once again. She tried to tug down her skirt and succeeded somewhat as she was pulled quickly between the tables, though she was sure it wasn’t covering her as well it did before.

Jim was sitting exactly where they’d left him when they got back to their table, but there were fresh drinks on the table, this time three of them. As David returned to his seat, Stephanie dropped to her knees besides Jim’s chair.

“Did you have a good time?” Jim enquired, and Stephanie released that he was asking David and not her.

“Yes indeed, she’s a good little dancer and as lovely a piece of skirt as I’ve seen in ages. You’re a really lucky man Jim, really lucky.”

Stephanie, blushed at the compliment, though she didn’t really like the way it had been phrased, ‘“a piece of skirt” indeed’ she snorted to herself.

“She is lovely isn’t she, and as you can see she’s learning well,” Jim answered his friend. “Talking of which,” he turned to Stephanie, “thank David for dancing with you.”

“Err,” she hesitated, “thank you sir.”

“No, not like that slut. You know how to thank a man properly so do it.”

Stephanie knelt there confused, not understanding what he was saying.

“Come along now. David’s wife left him a few months ago and his balls must be turning blue by now. Thank him by showing him how your fellatio lessons are coming along.” She was stunned.

‘Surely he can’t be serious, not here in public and with a stranger.’ However, she was beginning to realise that Jim was always serious about things like this. He did expect her to give a blow job to his friend. She thought that that was a step too far, way too far.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “Please, I can’t do it, not here.”

She was surprised by Jim’s reaction. He jumped up from his chair, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

“You ungrateful slut!” He spat. She half expected him to hit her, and then saw that he wasn’t going to when he started to stride away from the table purposely, pulling her behind him. She was afraid that he was angry with her and his tone had certainly suggested that. However, when he continued she was relieved to hear a more mellow tone to his voice.

“You wanted to dance and David graciously obliges you, and you can’t bring yourself to thank him properly.” He sounded more disappointed or annoyed than angry and she was relieved by that. However, she began to dread what he was going to do. Was he taking her back to the car because she’s ruined his evening she wondered. All the while he was pulling her, half dragging her, around the edge of the club, and all Stephanie could do was stumble along with him to prevent him pulling her arm out of its socket.

“I’m disappointed with you.” Even though she was relieved that he wasn’t angry and wasn’t going to take that out on her, she realised that she did feel terrible that she’d disappointed him. “We’re going to have to teach you again that when I tell you to do something, you do it. You don’t say ‘no’. I thought that you’d already learned this, but clearly not. This time you won’t forget the lesson!”

Their destination turned out to be another, quieter, room. Stephanie was amazed to see a naked woman tied against one wall, spread-eagled, and with a man swinging a flogger at her breasts. She yelped loudly when it struck and said out loud through gritted teeth, “fourteen master”.

The rest of the room was filled with various pieces of bizarre equipment that Stephanie could not name. Men and women were fastened to a good proportion of them, with others spanking, whipping, masturbating and teasing them. However, Stephanie found she had no time to watch, for Jim brought her right to a waist high padded bench and made her lay over it.

She was a little frightened, she hadn’t seen him like this before and wondered what was in store for her. She was sure that she would not enjoy this lesson that she ‘would not forget’. Being bent over this bench certainly didn’t bode well for her, and she realised that her short skirt would mean that she was definitely in danger of being exposed to the others in the room – though she hoped that they would all be much more interested in the other people than her.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do it, please, I’ll do it,” she pleaded, hoping to persuade him to that she didn’t need to be punished – for she was convinced that she would be punished; but her cries fell on deaf ears and she found her hands being fasted into cuffs attached to the floor directly in front of her.

“Too late,” Jim said. “You have to learn.” Then, “That’s enough moaning from you,” and with that he produced a ball gag. Stephanie knew better than to baulk when he presented it to her mouth. Timidly, she opened her jaw to accept the plastic ball and Jim unceremoniously pushed it straight in and fastened the straps behind her head. Then feeling sorry for herself she allowed her gagged head to drop in between her outstretched bound arms.

Behind her, Jim moved to her feet and pulled first one and then the other wide apart. He fastened them to the ends of the bench leaving her in a very vulnerable humiliating position. Unfortunately for Stephanie, that wasn’t the last of her humiliation; Jim simply flipped her short pleated skirt up onto her back exposing her smooth, naked and plugged bottom.

With her bottom exposed to anyone who cared to look, Stephanie knew that she’d taken another step. She could have stopped him fastening her here she supposed, but she hadn’t. She’d allowed him to bind her in this embarrassing position, and she knew that she’d done it because she loved the way he made her feel. And he was making her feel that way now. She knew that she was highly aroused and that probably frightened her more than what he might do to her in this exposed position.

Her legs were spread wide and without her skirt covering her, her cunt was fully exposed.

‘Oh my god,’ she thought as she suddenly realised that this was the first time that her pussy had been in plain view to anyone other than her lover. It had crept up on her. Yes, she’d often imagined being exposed like this in her fantasies and that always excited her. She’d even fantasized that going out this evening in her small skirt and with no underwear that it might happen; but deep down she’d never really imagined that it would actually happen.

However, suddenly she found her fantasy had turned into reality, and her pussy was positively dripping with her juices. She would have let out a moan if she hadn’t been gagged.

“I will spank you for your disobedience right here in front of all these people.” This time, her groan did make it passed her gag.

Jim ignored her grunted protests, and began to smack her naked buttocks. These were not just love taps though, they were strong hard spanks. He was putting a lot of force into them and Stephanie wanted to scream out to tell him to stop, but of course she couldn’t. All that came out was unintelligible groans and grunts.

After ten hard swots he paused, and felt her hot flesh. Stephanie could feel her skin stinging and she thought that her ordeal was over as he caressed her abused flesh. She jumped in surprise though when she felt the butterfly start up on a low setting. It was the last thing she’d expected, though she realised straight away that it was exactly what she should have expected.

He then resumed the spanking. Now, with the added sensation throbbing through her clitoris, the spanking began to add to her arousal. She found her excitement rising and it wasn’t long before she was approaching an orgasm, only to have Jim pause in his spanking again.

This time, as he caressed her bottom, the vibrator was upped to a medium setting and the spanking continued. After only a handful of smacks, Stephanie to her immense embarrassment exploded into her first orgasm. She knew it was the combination of the vibrator, the spanking and the fantasy turned reality of actually being exposed in public that had finally done it for her. She felt humiliated that she was cumming in front of at least half-a-dozen people, even though she couldn’t see them and she knew her mask hid her identity. Just the thought that they were watching her in what should be a private moment sent her over the edge again into another orgasm.

Her orgasms just kept rolling on and on, and she hardly noticed when the vibrations in her clit accelerated to their highest level, instead it just spurred her on more rapidly to another strong orgasm.

All the while, Jim was spanking her bottom. His strikes never landing in the same place twice. His hand had now covered the whole of her buttocks with a warm pink glow. Stephanie could only bump and grind her hips as she rode her orgasms and took the spanking. She knew that her gyrations must be giving her audience a wonderful show and those thoughts just added to her humiliation and the naughty pleasures she took from those feelings.

At last he finished his abuse of her bottom and turned off the butterfly, and her amazing, wonderful, orgasms subsided. He left her for a moment snorting in air through her nostrils as she slowly recovered.

She was still getting her breath back when he returned and placed a hand on her red flesh. Stephanie was surprised when instead of him reaching between her legs to feel her cunt, as she’d expected him to do, he pressed something small, cold and wet against her skin and moved it in short strokes. It took her a few moments to realise that he was using a marker pen to write on her exposed buttocks.

‘Oh! What’s he writing?’ she wondered to herself. He answered her unspoken question though as if he could read her mind.

“I’m telling everyone what a slut you are. Now, David and I are going to get a drink while you contemplate your punishment. When we come back, maybe you’ll have learned your lesson and you’ll have reconsidered thanking our friend.” With that he left her there.

From her position Stephanie couldn’t see anything in the room. All she could look at was the base the bench, her hands fastened to the floor and wall in front of her. She was terrified that once they’d gone strangers would come and touch her, maybe even fuck her. Bound and gagged, she could do nothing to stop them, and her bottom with her wet cunt completely open and exposed below it must make an inviting sight – particularly with Jim’s handwritten note.

‘Oh! Oh! Oh! What will I do if someone touches me? What if they fuck me?’ She found herself almost in a panic, and yet her predicament was exactly one of her most pleasurable fantasies. Even though she’d just had a fantastic series of orgasms she wanted another and her pussy was wet in anticipation.

Her mind was running in overdrive as she sensed people passing behind her, hearing them walk past or feeling the air move as their clothes caused a breeze to stir across her skin. She wondered what they made of the slut tied to the bench in front of them. Were they admiring her, wishing she was theirs, or was she just another poor slut being punished, not worth their notice?

At least some of them did notice her. She heard one man exclaim to his companion how wet is she was, she’d guessed that he’d squatted down behind her to examine her cunt. Then she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Look Melinda, it’s that girl again. Well love,” he said obviously addressing her, “looks like you’ve got yourself into a pretty pickle now, eh? Should have taken us up on our offer.” He laughed and Stephanie guessed that they’d moved away.

It seemed like hours before Jim and David returned. Numerous people had looked at her and seen the shame of her arousal at being in the humiliating position. Many had just admired her in silence, but quite a few had discussed her charms. She learned that she was a “sexy slut”, a “horny cunt”, a “hot bitch” and a litany of other terms. Of all the people who’d examined her, she was amazed that no-one had actually taken advantage of her position and touched her, let alone fucked her.

“Right then, are you ready to suck David’s cock?” Jim enquired when they returned. Stephanie nodded eagerly, she did not want to be left alone there exposed a moment longer. “I thought your attitude would change soon enough with a little encouragement. Now, have you been naughty and fucked anyone while we were gone? Let me feel.”

Jim reached down between her legs and Stephanie felt his fingers working themselves right into her pussy.

“No, no cum here, just a needy, soaking, but empty, cunt,” he announced at last, loud enough for everyone to hear. She felt a deep shame and had to admit to herself that he was right, she was soaking and she did need a good fucking.

Jim set about unfastening her from the bench and once she was free of both the bonds and the gag she sank to knees in front of a smirking David. She looked up at him from her kneeling position and asked for his permission.

“Please sir, may I thank you for dancing with me by sucking your cock?”

“Yes slut, that would be fine.” David was clearly eager for her to get started: his erection leap out of his trousers when she unzipped them.

“Oh yes,” he moaned when she took his penis into her mouth and began to suck him in earnest. Stephanie knew that she was a good learner and had taken her fellatio lessons to heart, and so she wasn’t too surprised when David came very quickly. She felt proud of herself when she managed to swallow every drop, but then began to feel disgusted with herself.

She’d just given a blow job in public. There were perhaps half-a-dozen people watching her on her knees sucking a cock like a common whore. Worse, she thought to herself, she was doing a stranger and didn’t even have the excuse of the money to justify it.

“Thanks, that was great,” David said as he tucked himself back into his trousers and then slumped down into a nearby seat grabbing a drink.

“Right pet, that’s enough for one night I think,” Jim announced, “Let’s get you home.”

Stephanie, sore from her bondage and with her bum still smarting from the hard spanking she’d had, climbed unsteadily to her feet. She still found the heels a little difficult, but she was getting better at walking in them. She followed Jim back through the club and out to the car park. As she did, her mind couldn’t stop thinking about what Jim had made her do, the way he’d exposed her pussy to numerous strangers, the way he’d thrashed her bottom just because she wouldn’t give a blow job to a stranger in public and that in the end he had made her give that blow job after all.

Her anger began to rise and she was fuming when they got to the car, she stripped off the mask and she sat in silence as he drove them back to his house. She worked herself up into a blazing anger. She hated Jim for what he’d done to her, and her anger was fuelled all the more because inside she knew he’d just uncovered her own naughty secret: that she’d loved every single minute of his humiliating treatment.

So she found herself slamming the house door behind her and then she launched into a tirade against him when they got back home.

“How dare you do that to me? You had no right to tie me to that bench and expose me, and then to go and leave me helpless with all those perverts. I could have been raped!” She was in full flow now, her voice echoed in the hallway loudly. “Then you make me suck off one of your desperate friends. Let’s all have a laugh at Stephanie shall we, let’s humiliate her. What jolly fun that would be, eh?”

“It was inexcusable, you’ve pushed me too far. That was not what I wanted, not what I expected from you.” Stephanie finished with a stamp of her foot and thrust her hands onto her hips, challenging him to respond.

She was surprised and a little annoyed when he didn’t raise his voice in anger back at her.

“Firstly,” he said quite calmly, “it was precisely what you wanted. Your cunt was streaming with juices the whole time.”

“Secondly, you’ll find written on that cute bum of yours the words ‘Look but don’t touch’, that’s why no-one did anything to you.”

“Thirdly, I didn’t leave you alone at all. I was sitting at a table out of your view, ready to step in at any moment. So, you were completely safe the whole time.”

“You bastard,” she shouted at him, “I don’t care what you say. I’m out of here.” She grabbed her handbag and stormed out the house and into the night.