I didn't know what to do with myself. I had pottered around at home for a while but was still annoyed at Andrew for being such a pain. Well not really, for being so boring. I had decided that I would treat myself to a day looking around the shops. It had been ages since we had had sex of any kind and he was always so busy these days. To be honest, the sex wasn't a problem. In some ways, I never seemed to want it when we were together. The problem was when I was alone like now. It was the boredom I guessed, but it didn't help having a reason. I worked out hard to get rid of it as much as I could,tried desperately to keep myself occupied when he wasn't here.Yet, when he was, it seemed like we had become brother and sister. Ridiculous when I’m only twenty-seven.

I showered and made myself look good. Feeling this way often meant that I dressed as though I was going to meet a lover, it amused me anyhow, though of course I never did. The thought was nice though. I put on my short black skirt and thin red cardigan over nice sexy undies. Lately I had found myself liking the feel of thongs in my bottom crease always reminding me that something was there and the tightness holding in my labia. Some of my friends didn't like them for that very reason but I did.

The weather wasn't too wonderful these days; the sun shone though it was chilly and I had to wear my long coat. I wandered around looking at what was on offer, allowing my coat to float open showing off my legs. The only problem with that was the shops were more or less deserted as it was a Tuesday morning. Only me in most shops and a few other women wandering around, I had even become bored with looking around the shops; now that was a problem! I had seen some arty postcards in one shop earlier on, of people naked or near to it, men and women, it hadn't helped. I constantly had that feeling of wanting to pee, that feeling of pressure inside, being horny. I bought some really sheer undies in one shop and considered changing as I was quite damp, but put it off.

In one department store I saw a cocktail dress that was nice and then took ages finding the changing rooms, tucked away at the back as the main ones were being painted. There was no one around, not even to check taking things in or out of the changing rooms. I went into one of the cubicles and tried on the dress though the cut wasn't exactly right as I am quite petite and eventually took it off. I was quite pleased by my reflection in the mirror, in just my underwear and stockings. My breasts weren't as large as I would have liked but they were nice and pert and looked larger than they actually were on my skinny frame. My hardened nipples showed through my bra.

I squeezed my breasts and felt an echo of the pleasure deep in my groin. I should have stopped then but my nipples hardened even more and it felt good. I stood for a while playing with them, even slipping down my bra a little. I knew it was silly and I should have stopped, but I didn't. I watched myself in the mirror as one hand slid over my stomach and cupped my pussy. I was really hot by now, it was ridiculous, so damned ridiculous. My fingers had slid my knickers over and I was rubbing my wet fingers over my clit. I felt so silky down there, so soft and slippery. I decided I would stop. I could always go into a toilet somewhere if necessary. I would go home and have a run.

The curtain flew open! I half turned and looked in shock to see a woman staring at me! Dark red hair, piercing eyes, tall. For long moments we both stood looking at each other. I felt like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. I took my fingers away but by then the damage was done. My face was burning. I had never before been so embarrassed in all my life. It was so bad I couldn't function. Suddenly I realised that my knickers were over to one side of my pussy, my bra was lower than my breasts. I tried to cover myself. My hands wouldn't function properly. My mouth was dry. My body burning in shame. The woman was coming in! She closed the curtain behind her! She was taller than me. We were near together in the confined space. I couldn't cope with this, my mind had stopped working properly.

"Mmm, what have we here? Such a naughty little slut." The words slapped my face. I stood stock still. "Caught with her fingers in her cunt." The dirty words catching me again.

I tried to speak but only ended up stuttering. I shook my head, trying to deny the obvious. She took my hand and took it to her face, smelt then sucked my fingers. She laughed. I wanted to die of shame.

"Have you come yet?"

I shook my head as I tried to look at the floor but could only find myself looking down the woman's front. I noticed that her breasts were bigger than mine. She was bigger all around. Suddenly fingers touched me! I automatically moved back quickly, my cheeks hitting the cold of the mirror. Her hand at me again, no hiding from it but trying to twist away. She took my chin in her finger and forced me to look up at her face framed in a geometric bob.

"Keep still."

Her voice carried authority. I gave in to it, trying not to twist away as the hand cupped me again. My breathing sounded ragged and loud to me. Her finger rubbed insistently where mine had been moments or hours before. I whimpered uncontrollably. I couldn't believe this was happening, it all seemed so surreal. Within seconds,though it could have been much longer as time had suddenly become elastic, I could not hide my arousal from myself any longer. Her fingers stole inside, cupping, parting the wet lips, insinuating themselves into my lava filled body. She gently pushed me back until the burning skin on my back touched the mirror again, my hips now pushing forward to her hand. She leaned forward and kissed me! I felt the softness of her skin against me, so unlike a man's, tasted her lipstick, smelt perfume.

Her lips played with mine as my mind whirled. I had never really kissed a woman before. I found myself kissing back and as I did her tongue entered my mouth. I was reeling and suddenly I was coming! I felt the rigidity hit me as the pleasure exploded like fireworks and then the convulsions kicked in. All I could think of was the sheer pleasure and the fact that I had been kissed and brought to a climax by a woman! I was holding on to her desperately. If it hadn't have been for her my knees would have buckled. Her mouth left mine to be replaced by fingers. Covered in my liquids! I suckled them unquestioning, tasting my own juices. She moved away slightly but I couldn't concentrate anymore still cocooned in my orgasm. I vaguely noticed my clothes and handbag being put into her bags.

"Put on your coat, don't fasten it. Come with me."

I put on my coat obediently, the cool of the lining a shock at first against my heated skin. She took my dress with her hanger and put them on the rack as she walked out. I followed her and my possessions like a pet, hugging my coat franticly around myself, virtually naked beneath. Everything was happening too quickly. I couldn't cope.

As I hurried to keep up, "My name is Marianne. You can call me that when I allow it. What's yours?"

"Lucy."

I had no idea what she meant. When I was allowed to? Outside she hailed a
taxi and one miraculously appeared. She ushered me inside, got in beside me
with her bags, gave an address, and the taxi pulled away. Where was I? Where
were we going? Who was Marianne? I felt in shock. I felt her hand at my leg,
the coat fell away. Automatically, I pulled it back looking at the driver in
the mirror as he drove. He was taking no notice of his passengers. Marianne
smacked my hand and moved the coat away again. Her hand slid between my
thighs. I clenched them and was rewarded by another smack, this time on my
thigh. The driver looked up at the sound and I released my muscles, not
wanting to be noticed more.

"Please," I whispered softly to her.

"Be quiet. Don't talk. It isn't necessary for you."

Her hand began stroking my thigh insistently, possessively. She began by my
knee, on the inside, but as the journey progressed so her hand progressed
higher until the heel of her hand brushed teasingly against the gusset of my
knickers. All I could think of was the touching of her hand, my exposure and
that the driver at any moment could turn and find out what was taking place.
I was totally embarrassed and couldn't keep up with events. I felt as though
my mind was running desperately to keep up with what was physically happening to me. I hadn't time to stop and consider these strange events that were dragging me along with them.

The taxi came to a halt. As the driver checked the charge and Marianne took
her bag to pay, I pulled my coat over myself before he had time to see. We
were outside the car, quickly into an expensive looking block of flats and
then going through a doorway into, what I presumed was her flat. Marianne
dropped her bags on the floor and took her coat off and threw it onto a
chair in the hallway, kicking her shoes off with it.

I was standing still, anxiety filling me. She came over to me and kissed me again, her arms were around me. She was still taller than me without her heels. I felt safe in her arms, my mouth melted against hers. Her tongue came into mine again. I knew I was becoming aroused and the shame was fuelling my arousal. She pulled away. I felt dizzy.

"Leave your coat and shoes there and come with me."

She turned. It was only when my coat was halfway off that I even thought about what I was doing. Anxiety filled me and then I shyly removed my coat fully and kicked off my shoes, leaving my things with hers. Marianne had walked through one of the doors and I eventually followed, finding her sitting on a sofa in a living room. It was really stylishly furnished but I didn't have the composure to take much in just then. I felt really silly in just my underwear and stockings. She patted the large sofa beside her and I timidly sat down beside her looking down at my near nakedness. Passively, I allowed myself to be turned and positioned as she wished, laying over her lap on my back with my knees leaning towards the back of the comfortable sofa.

Her arms went around me again, taking care of me, protectively. She was looking after me. Her hand turned and lifted my face as she kissed me, tiny little kisses fluttering all over my lips. Gradually, I relaxed and I held onto her and allowed myself to concentrate just on the physical sensations, allowing myself to be taken with the tide. My mouth had become soft and willing beneath hers. Meanwhile, I could feel her hands on my body, caressing me. They felt so good. My arousal was growing so quickly! I was totally out of my depth. Still connected to her mouth I found myself arching to allow my bra to be undone and discarded. I wanted to cry as she began caressing my breasts.

I didn't know why but I became emotional for the moment, my eyes damp as we
still kissed and her hands captured and rubbed my breasts. I do not know how
long we stayed like this but soon I felt her hand moving in small circles down my chest and over my stomach. It neared and neared the top of my knickers becoming more insistent. I felt like a schoolgirl again. I wanted it, I knew I did. I wanted this and knew it was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this, but it was so wonderful. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband and I could feel my body arching, wanting her to go further. They played with my hair, played with the flesh of my mound. My head hung now as she held me, my mouth open and throat exposed to her as my breathing became faster and shallower. Before I finally closed my eyes I saw her looking at my body on her. She was looking at me and playing with me! Oh god, I couldn't cope with all this. The movement of the flesh that she played with was stimulating my
clit and I knew I was lubricating profusely.

"Do you want this, Lucy?"

"Oh God yes!"

"You've never been with a woman before, have you?"

I could feel her fingers on my flesh. I could feel my flesh moving around under her hands. I could feel every movement causing my clit to be erect and the movements moving it excitingly.

"No. No."

"Do you feel wicked doing this?"

"Oh God yes!" I did. I did.

"But you don't want me to stop, do you? You want it, don't you? I can tell."

"No. Yes. Please don't stop. Please!"

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you Lucy?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes."

"You're going to do as you're told, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Do you want to do what I tell you, Lucy?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Marianne please...."

My pussy suddenly filled with my juices. As though my insides had melted. I knew that I wanted her to tell me what to do. I wanted her to look after me, guide me. I would do anything.

"You're to call me Ma'am from now on Lucy."

"Yes. Yes, Ma'am. Yes Ma'am."

It sounded right. It sounded good. She was in charge. Her fingers felt so good. My fingers went to my knickers, pushed them down. Marianne pulled them off.

"You took them off for a woman, didn't you Lucy?"

"Yes. For you."

"Ma'am!"

"Sorry Ma'am. Yes I did, Ma'am."

"You were a slut in the changing rooms, weren't you?"

"Yes. Yes."

"Ma'am!"

"Yes Ma'am. I was such a slut, Ma'am."

My legs were spread as far as I could get them. I wanted her fingers at me, in me, touching me.

"It's because you are a slut, Lucy."

"Yes Ma'am. I'm such a slut, Ma'am."

I knew I was. The shame washed through me but my arousal didn't calm, if anything it increased. Her mouth went to my breasts and sucked and bit at my nipples. They felt rock-hard and so sensitive to every sensation. My body felt on fire.

"Whose slut are you, Lucy?" Her words from my breasts.

"Your slut." The words came out without methinking. "Ma'am."

Then the words hit me. Yes. Yes. I was her slut. My body arched up almost there, almost in orgasm, tantalisingly near. So near.

"Do you belong to me, slut?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Her fingers slid inside me, into my molten core and then were at my clit. I was there! It hit me. It took me. She took me. My body went stiff. The world stopped. Fireworks exploded. I screamed. I was crying. She was holding me. My body heaving. I felt sweat covering me. I was crying. Whimpering. It was so deep, so, so deep. She rocked me gently as I tried to understand, come to terms with the pleasure. Slowly, I calmed in her arms.

She had me stand. I felt so weak. She led me from the room, into the bedroom, her hand caressing my buttocks as we walked. My thighs were slippery, my pussy felt bloated. I was so aware that I was totally naked, she fully dressed. She took out her earrings and laid them on the dresser.

"Undress me, slut."

I removed her blouse. The name she called me accepted by me, the feelings of her power over me exciting. The buttons fighting against my fingers. I would do as she said. I somehow felt free submitting. Her bra was pink with lilac flowers in lace. I folded it carefully and laid it on a chair. Like a maid. A naked maid. Slut! I was still aroused! I'd come more already today than I had in the previous month.

I fumbled with her bra, finding it strange to remove some else's. Oh, her breasts were beautiful, large and full, so feminine. The nipple and aureole large on each breast, prominent, dark against her pale skin. I wanted to be enveloped in them. I moved to her trousers. As she stepped out of them I felt her hand on my head for balance. Her knickers were red, with her reddish hair peeping around the sides. I could smell the scent of her. This was a woman I was with. I was nervous now, of taking these off, of her being naked with me. I looked up to be reassured by her nod and pulled them down and off, my hands enjoying the feel of her thighs.

The bedroom was lovely. The bed had a plain pink duvet covering, looking freshly laundered, and there were even flowers next to the bed. I scampered over to it and hid under the covers. Marianne looked so confident naked. She looked so beautiful, so feminine. Her dark rich hair in striking contrast to her body, the echo in the movement of her breasts as she moved. Her full hips and slim waist. I wished I looked like her. She came over to the bed and looked down at me and smiled a strange smile.

In the bed I pressed against her as she cuddled me in her arms. I felt the warmth of her flesh and her soft body against my breasts. My legs parted and pressed against her hip, tentatively I slid a thigh across hers. We lay like that for a while. So warm and safe. It was the first time I had time to think, though I couldn't think of anything other than the sheer physical sensation and the connecting feelings. I felt almost like a young virgin, so naïve, so gauche. In her arms I felt so safe and warm. Gradually, my
breathing settled but then my eyes filled. The arousal and feeling of gratitude overwhelming me again for a moment. I kissed her neck timidly.

"You want this?"

"Oh yes... Ma'am."

"I think it is time for my pleasure now, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes Ma'am."

"And you're happy to do as I tell you?"

"Oh yes, I'll do anything... Ma'am." Suddenly anxiety filled me. "But Ma'am... I haven't done this before. I'm scared I won't do what you want me to."

"Yes you will." She laughed. "I want you to kiss me. Kiss and caress. All over my body. And don't forget... my pleasure is the important thing. You are to concentrate on making me happy. You've had yours for now. If you're good we'll see about you again later. Now begin, pleasure me slut."

I kissed her neck and arm. Soon I had to move my body, kneeling, moving the duvet. I kissed above her breasts. I tried to think what I would like. I wanted to be good for her. A hand stole over her breast. It felt so nice, her nipple was hard and the flesh soft. I'd never felt another woman before. My lips moved down and played with the other breast. I was so scared. Gradually, I began to relax into my task. It was so exciting. I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, hear her soft murmurs which reassured me. I began suckling then the other breast. I rubbed my face over them and carried on kissing and sucking. I heard her tell me to kiss elsewhere. I felt my own nipples rub over hers as I leant over her, moaning softly as the pleasure washed through me.

Across her stomach. I pressed my face against her, feeling the security of her body on me, then over her hips. I was afraid of her sex. Afraid of what I would be doing there. I moved down her leg to her feet, the duvet rucked down with me and her wonderful nakedness spread before me. She moved her legs apart. I took her foot in my hands and kissed it before moving up the softness of the inside of her leg. I was so excited now. At the top of her thigh I chickened out and kissed and licked her other leg., repeating the process that I carried out on the first one. I went slowly back up the inner thigh, my breathing ragged, my breasts rubbing up the length of her. The smell of her femininity was close to my face. I wanted to but could I? Her hairs tickled my cheek. Her thighs lifted for me. I kissed her lips. Soft private lips. Damp with her juices. I licked them. They tasted very much like I did but not quite. I licked them again and they parted wider under my tongue.

My heart was beating so loud. I felt enveloped in her taste and smell. I carried on, each moment losing more and more control until I was lapping deliriously at her. Within her lips, over her clit. A pubic hair caught in my mouth. I tried to carry on but I had to take it out before I gagged. My hands slid over her thighs and stomach and buttocks. I felt her hands on my head, her legs parting and lifting more. I could feel her moving against my juice covered face. It made me want to do it more, faster, deeper. Her leg was pressing against my pussy. I was rubbing wetly against it. It was so good. She began to push me harder against her, rub herself more and more against my face. Breathing was difficult but it didn't matter. All that mattered was her pleasure against me. I was squashed harder and harder. Her thighs suddenly held me tight for a few seconds and then it began again jerkily, my mouth now flooded, her sexual perfume filling me. Gradually, she calmed and I felt so elated as I crouched head down between her legs.

She pulled me up over body. I loved the feel of it, sliding my breasts and flesh over hers. In her arms again. Kissed again. My face coated with her. We lay rubbing and rocking and kissing. I never wanted it to end.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Ohh. Yes."

"Ma'am! If I have to tell you again I will punish you!"

A shudder ran through me. I wanted to please her. I was being bad. What did she mean?! Punished! Oh my God! What would she do? I was trembling on top of her. Some of it fear, and underneath something more. I blushed hot. Moved off her and onto my back. Her body leaning over me, kissing me, fondling me. Her hand went between my legs and I spread and lifted them.

"Slut!" She laughed as her fingers brought me to the edge, but not over it.

"I can't help it Ma'am. It's never been like this... I've never done this... Oh God!"

"You're married. Even with him?"

"No never. Never like this."

"What would he think if he saw you now?" Amusement on her face as she kissed my face.

"He'd... he'd never believe it, Ma'am. It would just never occur to him that I could... would. Neither would I have, Ma'am."

"You probably won't do it again."

"Why not? Why not? Don't you want me any more? Don't you like me, think I'm attractive enough?" Panic running through me like ice.

She laughed.

"No, it's not that, you silly thing. You are very attractive, very sexy."
Relief coursed through me, gratitude filled me. "Most women think about it. You've put your toe in the water, satisfied your curiosity. You may well run away from yourself, what you've done, the self-induced shame."

"No! I want more! I won't do that!"

"Ma'am!"

"Sorry Ma'am."

"We'll see." She kissed my mouth and I drowned in her once more.

I wanted desperately to come again. I wanted to be made to come. It was as though it was only her that made me, could make me. She kept me so hot and horny but not allowing me to peak. Some of the things she made me do, things she said, positions I had to adopt while her mouth and fingers explored every private place were so embarrassing, but even those made me hotter. I had no private places anymore. I had no private anything.

Eventually, she squatted over my face and I looked up into her pussy. The dark pink folds, the shiny wetness, the aroma of sex. She lowered herself on me. I licked and sucked as well as I could. She used me, used my face to pleasure herself on. I loved it, holding onto her bottom as she leant over me. I could feel her breath on my lips as her head was above my gaping hole. I wondered that I may come with only her breath! Her entire sex covered my face. I became her sex, tasted it, smelt it, felt it. I heard the rude sounds of our joining, I saw nothing. She became more determined on me, more, more. Suddenly she came again. Floods of liquids over my face as I desperately strove to breathe, my needs unimportant. She calmed and began sucking my folds into her mouth, rhythmically, and licking my clit. I wanted it to go on forever but I couldn't hold it with all the mental and physical stimulation I'd had. I came again, powerfully, desperately. I vaguely remember her pulling me higher up the bed and taking me in her arms. I fell into an exhausted sleep.

When I woke I was alone in the bed. Anxiously, I looked around. Marianne, dressed in a robe, was sitting on the bed watching me. She took me in her arms and cuddled me.

"You slept a long time, it's mid afternoon."

"Mmm. I need to use the toilet... Ma'am."

"OK, come with me."

She walked from the bed and I swung out and followed. I was aware that she was dressed whilst I was naked again. It seemed quite normal. I went into the toilet and she leant against the door.

"Thank you Ma'am." I expected her to go.

"I thought you wanted the toilet."

"I do."

"Well go then."

"But...."

"What? Shy?"

"Yes. Yes, Ma'am," I whispered.

"Just think of what you've done, what I've seen, what I've done."

"But...."

"Put your butt down on the seat and do it. Now, slut."

I did. At first nothing would come. I felt humiliated. I knew she wanted to watch me. I knew I should, I tried. She stood waiting. Eventually, I felt it coming, then streaming from me. The noise was loud in the quiet, embarrassingly so.

"Good girl."

She made me open my legs and proceeded to wipe me. My face was crimson in shame.

We both showered together. I liked it. Our bodies rubbing wetly against each other, soaping each other, just holding each other as the water cascaded over us. I felt as though I had always been with her, that all the new unexpected things that we had done had happened all the time. I towelled her dry and then we rubbed cream on each other. She watched me all the time, not to keep an eye on me but to look at me. My nakedness felt natural with her, as though I should be naked for her. I dried my hair and reapplied my make-up all in the nude. Finally, I dressed. I felt bereft. I didn't want to go.

"Go on then, run off to hubby." I wanted to cry. "Phone me. If you haven't phoned in the next two days don't bother." At the door she suddenly turned me. "Take off your panties."

I complied. Standing before her. She pushed me back against the door. It was asif we were back in the changing room again. Her hand delved up my skirt and found me quickly, roughly. I was a little sore now but I didn't care. She fingered me urgently. I felt taken. I wanted that. She forced an orgasm from me as she watched my face. It wasn't for me, she was demanding it from me. I gave myself and came loudly and full. As soon as I had she took my knickers from my hand and sent me away.

I went home wet and without any knickers, always aware of what I'd just done. I looked at people out of the corner of my eyes wondering if they could tell. My thighs damp, my pussy tender and bloated still. Covering myself with my coat even though I was now dressed fully except that small item kept by Marianne. No one could see but it was as though they could see what I'd been doing, with a woman.

That evening I was in a daze. I was surprised that Andrew didn't notice or make a comment, but he didn't. I was sad in a way that he couldn't see the
change, what I had become. My dreams were erotic. Andrew was there, I could perhaps have had him take me, but it didn't seem fair, nor would it have satisfied. Anyway, he would be too gentle.

The next day I couldn't settle. I couldn't eat or do anything for more than a couple of minutes. I had understood what Marianne had meant. I'd gone through every emotion, but I wanted more. I wanted her, to be hers. I phoned, my body trembling.

"So you want more?"

"Yes Ma'am. I do, if you want me."

"I am pleased." My body glowed. "I will want you in his bed. I will want you to remember every time you're in that bed what we do. I will want to fuck you and take you all over that house so that you'll think of my fingers up your cunt or my mouth at you wherever you are, whatever you do. I will be there in two days."

"Yes Ma'am."

"I will be there all day and you will greet me naked. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Are you horny now, slut?"

"Yes Ma'am." Blushing at my whispered answer.

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a T-shirt, Ma'am. And underwear, Ma'am."

"Lose them."

"Pardon, Ma'am?"

"Strip now. This minute. All of it. Wherever you are."

I was in the kitchen. I looked around.

"Yes Ma'am."

I took off my clothes, throwing them away from me. Not like I would treat hers, I thought. They fought with me but I won. Standing as bare as I was born in my kitchen I picked up the phone again.

"I'm naked, Ma'am."

"Good."

"Now I want to hear you climax. Bring yourself off for me. Don't hold back, Lucy."

"Right, Ma'am. It's for you, Ma'am."

I sat and spread and told her everything I was doing. When I told her I was going to come she had me delay until I begged and begged.

"What are you, Lucy?"

"I'm a slut, Ma'am."

"Whose?"

"Yours, Ma'am. I'm your slut."

"Yes, that's right Lucy. Now you can come."

And I did. And after, with the phone resting back in its cradle, I sat naked in the kitchen. I sat naked in the kitchen, sucking my juices, and knew.

END OF PART ONE

I lay in the bath feeling excited. I watched the water lapping around my sensitive mound, now totally hairless after being told that I should shave it all off. It looked so prominent now, a cross between innocent and slut, which, I now knew, summed me up. I had to ensure that it was really smooth for tonight; Marianne was coming to take me out in a couple of hours. It was the first time that we had actually gone out, as opposed to making love in her flat or the house. I was frightened yet elated. I felt like a teenager looking forward to her first date. We were going to a pub, but not the downstairs bar. On Thursdays the upstairs bar was for ladies only, it was lesbian night. I had never been to anything remotely like it. I was terrified and excited at the same time.

My nipples were hard even though the water was hot and I could feel the soft pulsing of my vagina and the ache behind. I wanted relief but I knew I couldn't. The last time I had played with myself was a couple of days ago over the phone for her. I loved the unexpectedness, the wickedness and the feeling of doing her bidding as I had to strip off after having to strip naked in the house. That last time I had been in the kitchen and the idea that someone might see in, see me naked and frantically masturbating as I held the phone was in itself exciting. After that she had told me I had not to do it again until after we had been out. She had told me that she wanted me hot and ready for when she saw me. She was right, I was very ready.

I had spent hours looking through my wardrobe to find just the right thing to wear in the morning. Marianne had specified a skirt, a relatively short one too, a tight top and hold-up stockings. It had limited my choice but I had gone out and bought things I hoped would be what she wanted, including new underwear. I had already learnt that I desperately wanted to please her.

The few times I had seen her had made me realise that I loved sex with women, regardless of my initial disquiet, and that I became excited at the things that she would have me do. They weren't just straight, no that wasn't the right word, (!), it wasn't just the normal things that a woman could do with me, but the more embarrassing things too that excited me. When she made me exhibit myself to her so she could see or watch, when she made me take up embarrassing positions, things like that, I found that I became even more aroused. I felt like a little girl with her even though there were only a few years between us. I always felt that she was in charge and I was safe. It made me both excited and secure when I was with her. Secure but insecure, it was such a strange heady mixture of feelings and emotions.

With the bath towel wrapped around me I looked at the bed as I went back into the bedroom. I slid off my wedding rings and put them away into my purse. I remembered her visit here the previous week when she had made love to me all over the house so that I would remember when I was alone or with Andrew, my husband. It had succeeded too. Even doing mundane tasks like pouring coffee at the table would bring rushes of excitement and arousal as I remembered laying on the kitchen table as she kissed between my legs, watching TV with my feet on the footrest brought memories of kneeling up on it naked for her. The few times I had answered the door had made me blush as I remembered my nakedness as I let her in. Naked, as she had stipulated. The worst was in bed of course. With Andrew, in bed, I was aroused because of my memories and yet he wasn't what I wanted. It was agony. Strangely, he had wanted me often. We hadn't had sex this month before then. Maybe it was my pheromones, maybe I was giving off my arousal so much, I didn't know. I closed my eyes and felt Marianne's fingers in my wetness, felt her fingers on my breasts, felt her relative lightness on my body.

He knew I was going out with Marianne tonight, just a new friend as far as he thought. He had never met her. He had accepted it without the vaguest surprise or question. I was secretly stunned after my soul searching, my doubts, my fears at letting him know. He didn't show the vaguest interest or suspicion. It was both a relief and a let down. I had cooked a meal for him and he sat downstairs apparently happier that I was leaving him to lounge around and watch and listen to whatever he wished whilst I tarted myself up. That was the correct word I thought, that was what I had become, that was how I would act for my wonderful lover.

When I heard the door I rushed downstairs to answer it. Andrew was halfway and looked at Marianne. It was the moment that I had been dreading when they first met. I felt my face colour not knowing how to handle it. She was divine.

She handled him with such ease. I could see him eating out of her hand by the time I had retrieved my coat. He was actually looking at her with some interest and had begun flirting rather obviously. I had to smile; I didn't know whether to be jealous of him or her. She even winked at me as she leant forward to kiss his cheek and let her coat fall open to reveal a deep cleavage down her shirt for him.

"Make sure she behaves, won't you," he said to Marianne.

I blushed.

"Oh don't you worry, I will. She'll be a good girl." I wanted to die. "It's all girls together tonight, don't worry."

I began to giggle as we left the house, Andrew still watching until we had driven off into the darkness. My body was so alive. I was full of anticipation and sheer lust.

"I want to show you off tonight. You are going to be good, aren't you?" I already knew what she meant by being good. She actually meant obedient, obediently wicked. "Did you hear me?" she said after a few seconds.

The adrenaline coursed through my veins with the nervous excitement. Whatever it was Marianne would make me feel wanton and naughty I was sure.

"Yes. Sorry."

"Well?"

I looked nervously into my lap, began to fiddle with my bag. "Yes. I'll be good for you," I croaked, my throat dry.

The car pulled to the side and stopped. She undid her belt and mine and leant over and kissed my mouth. My mouth melting into hers, my arms clasping her tightly. My insides melting too.

"Good. You must not show me up." Words into my face. Her breath smelling of peppermint.

"Oh no, I wouldn't. I wouldn't."

"Remember that my little sub." Her hand slid inside my coat and lightly over my breast. It had the desired effect. I arched to it, feeling a sudden gush, a sudden heat. The hand was removed as quickly as it had caressed, leaving me desperate for more. "Now remove your bra and leave it off."

,p>We drove off again. I took off my coat and unfastened the offending item of clothing, pulled my arms through the elastic straps on each side and pulled it through the arm hole in my tight top. My breasts were obvious as the tight material hugged them, my nipples poking out ridiculously.

We parked in town and left our coats in the car. It was cool enough to affect my nipples through the tightness of my top, though not uncomfortably so, as she took my hand and led me. There was electricity in her touch, her hand, her arm movement touching as we walked, yet I couldn't help looking around to see if there were people on the street who knew me.

"Women hold hands all the time, stop it," she poked quietly and squeezed my hand reassuringly but I knew I was being told.

At the pub we found the staircase and she walked ahead of me allowing my eyes to take in the wonderful sway of her black trouser covered hips. She looked so sexy, she did whatever she was doing. Such poise, such desirability, I could never imagine me acquiring that, I thought. Suddenly I became aware of the relative shortness of my skirt, of the stockings that I was wearing, of the view from behind that I may be presenting. I also became aware that I was damp.

Upstairs there was a large room fairly well filled with people, all women. I had never been in a situation with only women like this. As we approached the bar a number of women stopped talking to say hello to Marianne. She appeared both well known and liked by the crowd here. She ordered a white wine each and I became aware of the looks that I was receiving from other women around us. Some questioning, some blatantly predatory. I felt myself being assessed as only women can assess.

I followed Marianne through the throng and across the small dance area to one of the tables at the back. We were in relative darkness as we sat, able to view the crowd. We both placed our bags on the spare chair and our glasses on the table. She then kissed me! In front of all who cared to be watching. It was the first public kiss. Gradually she was able to relax me and my mouth melted as she played with my lips both with her own and her tongue. Sitting down I was trembling, unable to decide if it was nerves or excitement. I drank my wine a little too quickly.

"You look lovely, Lucy. Perhaps the skirt is a little longer than I would have liked but you look very edible. You can relax now my sweet."

"It's all so strange for me."

"I know but you'll get used to it. It isn't as frightening as you think. They seem to like what they see."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I can see that they want to get you between their legs, that's why." She laughed and I looked at the table. My nipples ached and I could see them clearly. I covered them with my arms. "Stop that." I looked up and
gradually moved my arms back. "I don't want you hiding your charms, now do I?"

"Sorry."

"Sorry Mistress! You will call me Mistress."

"Oh yes. Sorry Mistress." Oh God! Calling her that was so exciting, made me know my place, made me think of having to do her bidding. I knew I was wet inside my knickers.

"Remember what to call me. You want that, don't you slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I want you to always be aware of that. Aware that you want me to have control of you, that you have given yourself to me willingly and I now control your dirty lusts. Is that not correct, slut?"

"Yes Mistress. Please don't call me a slut, Mistress."

"Have you changed?" Her voice heavy with irony. "Weren't you one last time we met?" I hung my head and looked at the table. "Don't you remember begging me to allow you to lick me? Don't you remember begging me to allow you to come? Don't you remember offering yourself wantonly as you crawled about on the floor for me?"

"Yes Mistress," I whispered knowing my wetness.

"Who owns you, slutty sub?"

"You do Mistress."

Gradually, regardless of my arousal, she managed to relax me and she seemed totally at ease. There were couples dancing at the small designated area, couples of women. There were no men to be seen. Mistress sent me to get two more drinks -- a tonic water for her and another wine for me. I had to go on my own, which at first didn't seem so daunting, until I was a few steps from our table. I could feel the wetness of my knickers as I walked. Suddenly I felt so defenceless away from her. I squeezed through the crowd and reached the bar and ordered our drinks. A hand slid over my bottom! I turned to see a woman retreating, grinning. A woman! I felt out of my depth. On the way back, clutching the drinks and my purse, I was touched again by someone else and then again. By the time I had reached the table I was shaking. I told Mistress in shock but she only laughed at my discomfort. She put her hand on the table palm up.

"Give me what belongs to me. Give me those tits." I leant forward and placed my breast in her hand. "Rub them on my hand."

I did knowing it must look disgusting to anyone watching. I was so excited. I rubbed myself lewdly against her. I was a slut, her slut. Her mouth came to mine and I felt her tongue enter me as we kissed. As she did her fingers squeezed my nipple, squeezed it hard making me moan into her mouth.

"Excuse us!" Mistress moved back from my mouth but kept hold of my nipple. There were two women standing by the table. They could see! They had seen! My face was burning.

"Oh hello." Mistress sat back releasing me. She obviously knew them. I was too embarrassed to look up. I just wanted them to go. "Sub, stand up and let these friends of mine sit down."

It took a moment for her words to sink in. I looked around in horror. Eventually I stood and picked my bag from the other chair. They quickly sat leaving me without a place. I looked around for another chair but was told to stand next to Mistress. The two other women looked at me grinning. One was tall with short blonde hair in a dress, the other short and squat looking in a leather jacket. I just wanted them to leave us.

"Say hello, slut." Oh my God, the shame. "This is Mistress Kim," indicating the tall blonde, and this is Miss Annie."

"Hello Miss Kim, hello Miss Annie," I stuttered.

"Hello slut," Miss Kim smiled, Miss Annie just looked up and grinned. I wanted to die. "Don't let us stop you, Marianne."

"Oh, it's alright. She was getting a little frisky that's all. Weren't you slut?" I didn't know what to say standing there beside Mistress. My mouth was dry and I could feel myself trembling. "Weren't you?" Impatience in her voice.

"Yes."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes... Mistress." I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

They laughed and began talking about the women there, looking around and pointing out things to each other. They all totally ignored me. Then I felt Mistress' hand on my thigh at the bottom of my skirt. She began stroking as she spoke. It felt so nice, the warmth of her hand on me. I moved slightly nearer so that my leg was against her thigh. I felt so secure there with her stroking my legs. I felt as though I was her pet being stroked. It was a good feeling I belonged to her even if it must have been obvious to these two women. Each stroke just a fraction higher than the last. The feelings spread through my already aroused body. Her caresses alternating between soft and gentle then firmer and back again. These women could see what she was doing to me, see me meekly accepting it. Her hand felt wonderful up the inside of my thighs gradually reaching the flesh at the top of my stocking. I sighed inwardly and looked around as I became aware that other people may see, but we were reasonably hidden even if Miss Kim and Miss Annie could see. My legs parted without conscious thought, allowing Mistress greater freedom to do with me, as she liked. As I realised what I had done I partly closed them again.

"Apart. Keep them apart, slut."

"Sorry Mistress."

My face burned with shame. My groin burned with desire. I knew it was more than simply being caressed now. Mistress was demonstrating her control over me. Her wonderful control over me. I had to be good for her. I wanted to be good for her, obedient. The intimacy, my shame and her control all mixed so well, so explosively. As the edge of her hand grazed my covered lips I groaned. I thought that the pulsing between my legs mustcommunicate itself to them all, almost as if they could hear it. I was being exhibited as though I was a sex object. I knew I was. I knew I enjoyed being treated like this.

"Where did you two meet?" I heard Mistress Kim ask. Suddenly I realized she was asking me.

"Out shopping, Miss."

"I think she needs more information than that, slut. What were you doing as we met?"

Oh God, that hand caressing so near. "Sorry Mistress." I couldn't go on but just then I felt the touch of Mistress' hand as it glided over my buttock and took the elastic of my knickers, pulling.

"Well?" Her hand pulled them down my thighs. The others probably could tell initially but must have been very aware as Mistress took them to my knees below the bottom of my skirt. Her hand slid up and touched my lips just ever so gently. I groaned again as they all watched my burning humiliation. "Tell them slut."

"I was trying on some clothes, Miss."

"I am becoming impatient."

"I was in the changing room and...." Fingers parted my flesh, slipping over my wetness. "I was... I was... oh God... Mistress I can't."

"Tell them." Impatience in her voice though her fingers moved without changing.

"Touching myself, Miss." My eyes closed, trying to hide, hoping for something to happen to me, to transport me away.

"You were what?" she said incredulously. "You were playing with yourself? In the changing room?"

"It was just a cubicle, Miss. Yes. Yes Miss, I was."

"And that's how she saw you? Catching you playing with yourself? Fingering yourself in public?"

"Y... Y... Yes Miss."

They all laughed but it didn't matter as Mistress slid a couple of fingers inside me and I nearly swooned and bent my legs a little to force myself down on them.

"Well! Did you bring yourself off, you little slut?"

"No... No Miss." I was panting now. "Mistress... did... that."

"Well, you lucky cow!" One of them said to Mistress.

Her fingers were sliding in and out of me now. I was being fingered openly. Though they couldn't actually see them in me they could easily tell. I was swaying and moving like I was being fucked in front of them. I heard whimpers and knew they were mine. Sweat dripped slowly in my armpits and on my forehead. I lost thread of the conversation under the touch of Mistress. My juices were all over my thighs, I had spread as far as my knickers around my knees would allow, I was having trouble standing and needed a hand on the arm of Mistress' chair to remain standing. Oh God it was so awful having my submission so displayed. So awful and so exciting. Suddenly there was emptiness inside me and I felt a slap on my thigh.

"Answer Miss Kim. You're married, aren't you slut?"

"Yes Mistress." Mercifully, the fingers returned,

"Oh you are? And you have cock up that little slit of yours?" It was Mistress Annie now.

"Yes Miss." It was difficult concentrating. Wet slippery fingers were rubbing my clit every now and again. "Oooh. Yes Miss........ when Mistress... ahh... tells me to." Nothing seemed to matter now except my needs. There was no dividing line between my humiliation in front of them all and my desperate arousal.

"Pardon?"

"Mistress... tells... me... to have sex at times... ahhh... I have to... do it...then. She tells me the time... and place... and position I must... be used in." Telling them was so good, fuelling my excitement.

"My God, Marianne! Do you come on this cock, slut?"

"No Miss. Mistress... doesn't allow... that... oooh... I have to... wait... until... afterwards... use... my... fingers... Miss... ooooh."

The fingers were becoming more and more insistent in me, over me. I was nearing a point of no return. Her thumb was rubbing and pressing against my bottom.

"Why?"

"What? Oh... sorry Miss. So... that I.... know... know my... my org...asmmms... don't belong... to his cock... Miss."

"Whom do they belong to?"

"To... Mistress. To... my... Miss... tress!"

I came suddenly. I didn't mean to, I really didn't but I couldn't hold it back any longer. It hit me like a wall. Suddenly that feeling of being paralysed and stiff, then feeling as though I was tumbling out of control. I heard grunts, felt my body jerking. All the time knowing I was being watched as I did this. My insides felt like liquid and the waves broke and broke over me. It was amazingly strong. As I became more aware of anything else I found myself on my knees with my head resting on one of Mistress' thighs. My breasts felt large and my crotch was just one large pulsing mess. I could see the knees of the others below the table, and a hand up inside the skirt of Miss Kim vaguely. I felt the dirty smelly hand of Mistress over my face, over my nose and top lip. Her fingers covered me in my juices, made it so I could smell my shame, obviously without escape.

"You weren't given permission, were you? You should have known, shouldn't you? You were good, my little submissive, but you know you'll have to be punished, don't you? I can't have you coming whenever you want, can I?"

Her words were so soothing as I gradually calmed. She was even stroking my hair. Punished? Oh my God! My pussy twitched as I thought about it.

"Please Mistress."

"Please what, sub?" I thought about that for some time. I wasn't sure what Imeant. "Well?"

"Please not here, Mistress," I whispered into her trousers.

"Don't you think you deserve it, slut? Don't you think you have been a bad little sub?"

"Yes Mistress. I've been a bad girl and deserve it Mistress." My eyes as wet as my pussy. I knew I was a bad girl, that I had let her down when I said I wouldn't.

"Where do you want to be when your bottom is smacked then, subby?"

"At your flat Mistress. Not here, please."

The thought of her doing it here, over her knee, everyone seeing, that was just too much for me to bear at the moment.

"Will you be good for me there? What will you do for me, subby slut?"

"Yes Mistress. I'll do anything, anything."

"Are you sure that's what you want, little sub?"

"Oh yes Mistress."

"You want to go back and be smacked hard?"

"Oh yes Mistress, please."

"Very well. I suppose, if I must, we'll have to go home."

"Thank you Mistress."

Everything seemed so normal. The fact that I was begging her to take me and smack me seemed totally appropriate to me.

"Very well, but you are spoilt, you know that? Stand up and pull up your knickers girl."

"Yes Mistress."

I did as I was told. The act of pulling up my underwear in front of people seemed so much more embarrassing than actually having them around my knees for some reason. My thighs were cool with their stickiness.

After saying my apologies and kissing Miss Kim and Miss Annie goodbye, very aware of my juices covering my lips, I was led away, all the time with my juices strong in my nostrils. I was too embarrassed to look if people we passed took any notice of me as we left. Before we got into the car Mistress made me kiss her. I was past caring if others could see. It seemed so ridiculous to worry about that after I had been so wanton minutes earlier in front of people. I simply pressed against her and let her mouth use mine.

The drive was short and it was only a matter of minutes before I was standing naked for her in the flat. She sat on the sofa as I stood.

"You have such a nice body for a naughty slut."

"Thank you Mistress. I am so sorry I let you down."

"Spread those legs and open that cunt for me."

Feeling grateful to her I did as she ordered, the fingers of one hand over my shaved mound opening myself for her inspection. My lips feeling bloated.

"You liked having me finger you in front of my friends, didn't you slut?"

I had. I had felt proud and dirty and wicked and it had aroused me more than I could have imagined to be displayed like that for her friends.

"Yes Mistress."

"Next time I'll have you naked, just like this. You'd like that too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Oh God. Oh God. I thought of other women there looking at me like this, naked, spreading myself as I was for Mistress. I was so aware of my position. So aware of having to stand like this, the cloyingly sweet humiliation. Could I do this in front of her friends? Could I lower myself any further? I knew the answer. I knew that I enjoyed this degradation more than anything else. I could imagine them looking at my pussy with Mistress' fingers inside me, seeing my nakedness, seeing my willingness to be used.

She sat clothed still, assessing me. I hoped more than anything that she found me attractive, sexy. I desperately wanted to please her, wanted her to want me. My body was like a spring, ready to be used. She moved, sitting further back on her seat, beckoning me to sit next to her. I sat and she turned me to face the rear so I was facing her, my knees to the back. Her fingers slid up my neck into my hair, her fingers like a comb, until I was held on them. As I was pulled forward to her, my mouth opened for her. I felt her mouth on mine harshly, her tongue inside me, owning even that part. Her harsh kisses subsided into more gentle ones as my lips softened and dissolved against hers. Her hand was caressing my breasts and it too
followed the pattern of her lips, harsh squeezing caresses then more gentle ones after the flesh of my nipples were sensitised further.

"You taste nice." I knew what she meant. "You wanted me to punish you here, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I whispered against her mouth,trembling slightly.

"What did you do wrong, sub?"

"I came without your permission, Mistress."

"Lay across my thighs, bottom up."

I complied with her wishes, feeling clumsy as I lay over her. She had put a cushion in her lap forcing my hips higher. I was apprehensive yet excited. My face against the sofa seat looking away as she pushed one of my legs off the edge so that I was spread as well as being raised for her.

"You will count each slap. If you fail we will begin again."

"Yes Mistress."

"I will not be severe this time. You were a good exhibit even though you came. I am not unfeeling about this."

"Thank you Mistress."

"Only ten on each buttock tonight."

"Thank you Mistress."

She began immediately. I counted them out. They stung fearfully and I could not help squirming in her lap though I couldn't feel her through the cushion. My cheeks felt hotter and hotter as the smacks continued. Tears filled my eyes, sobs filled my throat. The heat spread through me with the pain. It became so difficult to concentrate. Her hand felt like hot coals as it slapped. My face was wet against the seat. My buttocks were on fire as she concluded the twenty, but it seemed so strange that glowing heat that made my buttocks feel so large. I felt myself panting and a feeling of almost regret that the session was over filled me. I was in a world of my own.

"Turn over. We have not quite finished, sub."

I rolled off and repositioned myself. I felt in a daze. The feel of the cushion caustic against my sore flesh. The position was awkward too. My hips pushed high to her, my open pussy pushed up high in front of her with my feet on the sofa and my knees spread. I was so hot, so very hot, and tingling all over. She took a tissue and wiped my face. I was so grateful.

"Play with those tits, sub. Get them ready for me." It felt so good to touch them, pull them, squeeze them. She stopped me after a few minutes. "Hands away." After I did the surprise of what followed shook me.

She slapped my breasts! Each one twice. I think it was the shock more than the pain on my sensitised skin but I cried out. Then the sting kicked in.

"Again."

My hands covered my tormented breasts again, rubbing them. Attempting to rub away the stinging. Fearful this time. Again I was told to remove them. Again they were slapped. I was shaking all over now. They felt so alive in their stinging. I was so aware of my body, my breasts. My nipples throbbed amidst the stinging. A hiss filled my ears and I lay back panting.

"Now finger that cunt of yours."

"Oh Mistress, please don't slap me there! Please!"

"Do you want to give yourself to me?"

"Yes Mistress. But...."

"But nothing, sub. Don't I own you, sub?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Body and soul?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Then that dirty cunt of yours belongs to me, doesn't it?"

"Yes Mistress." I was almost sobbing. I didn't have a choice. My vagina pulsed wildly.

"Do it!"

I did. Even knowing what was going to happen, I did. My entire body shook as I fingered my pussy pushed up in front of her. I was so wet I couldn't believe it. I thrust against my fingers wildly.

"Stop!"

Unwillingly I moved my hands away. She waited. My body tensed expectantly, my eyes closed. Suddenly the slap. I heard it before I felt it. The slap of her hand on the flesh of my bare mound. Then the pain in the flesh around my clit shook me so much I pushed up rigidly from shoulders and feet.

"Fingers again."

Blindly I obeyed. My fingers digging almost brutally into my pussy and over my clit. Over and over, around and around. Grunting as I did it. Nearer and nearer.

"Stop."

Hesitation and then abeyance. Slap, and again. Pain, pleasure, which was which? Gasping, my body under the sole control of my sensations. Fingers again, slaps again. Fingers, slaps. Suddenly I imploded. I was unaware on
which I peaked but I felt myself go so still, so stiff for what seemed like hours, then I screamed as it crashed. My body was wild, bucking, thrashing, vaguely aware of falling off Mistress' knees onto the floor with her next to me. Breathing stopping and starting as fireworks exploded behind my eyes and within my body.

Mistress held me as I stood minutes, hours later. I could hardly walk as she led me to the bedroom and onto the bed. I curled up in a ball on the sheets. My mind a blank, physical sensation all. My body tingled all over inside and out and still occasionally throbbed really powerfully, almost orgasmically. I opened my eyes to find Mistress naked and climbing onto the bed with me. She held me and I clasped my arms around her and pressed the length of my body to hers, feeling our breasts squashed between us, our legs entwined. Suddenly I burst into emotional tears. I couldn't stop crying. Sobs racked my body as I held desperately against her. My face and her chest wet with my outpourings. Gradually, with her arms holding me tight I calmed.

"Oh Mistress... Oh Mistress... Oh Mistress." I began kissing her. The nearest skin. I kissed her neck and shoulders and arms. I kissed over her breasts, over her face. I felt her hands guiding me. Down her body, between her legs. Oh yes. I pressed my face against her, rubbed into her wetness, lapped all I could lap. I held her to me and kissed and worshipped her cunt. Her cunt. Her cunt. I kissed her lips, each one, kissed her clit, licked, sucked, kissed again and again. I was hers. I was hers as my tongue gave her as much pleasure as I could possibly give her. Kneeling between her legs where I belonged I repaid as much as I could to my Mistress until her body
stopped twitching and she pulled me up to her mouth again.

THE END