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From: Eve Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: 1425.txt Date:
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1425.txt "You SLUT!" you screamed, "How could you do this to me
after all we've meant to each other?" SMACK! I fall back as another
blow across the cheek sends me towards the far corner of the room.
It was an ugly scene. You walking in to the secluded restaurant,
finding me sitting at a table not alone as you anticipated, but
with him. It was nothing really, he had just approached and asked
about the possibility of a date, but his aggressive nature and my
desire not to have him stop fondling my legs made the scene more
convincing to you. You have always been the jealous type and this
was just your way of venting your rage. I knew what was coming
next. Revenge. Always your style; sometimes, though not often, my
pleasure. "Get up," you ordered. "Get up and get showered. And when
you get out of the shower, I want you to put on the sluttiest
outfit in your wardrobe. If you want to act like a whore, let's see
if you can make your living as one." The threat was crystal clear.
As I slumped in the shower, I began to convince myself that it was
not a real threat, but another of your humiliating games. Or at
least I hoped it was. I decided to play along, after all, "The
Whore" was one of our favorite fantasy games. I turned off the
gushing water and emerged from the Bbs Lolita shower. I quickly
dressed in my sexiest red and black corset and bright red fishnet
stockings. I put on a pair of sexy bikini panties - bright red with
black lace trim. Into the bathroom, and I began to paint my face
with deep red tones. To this I added evil looking black eyeshade
that extended way beyond the outer ends of my lashes in a hauting
exaggeration. Black eyeliner was used to frame the farcical facade.
I decided to get even more stereotypically whorish and used black
for my eyebrows rather than my usual blond. I then turned my lips
into the brightest red beacons. So bright they would blind a casual
passerby. So bright they would light up the world of a blind
beggar. So bright, Santa would make a special trip to see me on the
next foggy Christmas. Another fantasy. Nails. I had broken one in
the physical argument that followed our encounter in the
restaurant. "Oh well, they weren't that long." I thought. Out came
the nail kit. From scratch I applied 3" bases and followed up with
two coats of bright red polish to match my lips. Out my closet I
took out my most daring skirt. The infamous black leather mini with
the metallic zippers on the sides. "How far up should I let the
zipper go? " I mused. I decided to only extend the zippers to the
bottom of my hips, only 1 inch past the bottom of my crotch. "It
will be easier for her to take me when the game is over." I assured
myself. As I finished with a bright red deep v-neck silk blouse,
lots of gold chains and bracelets, and two pairs of big gold hoop
earrings, I proceeded to slip into my 4" high black heels. I added
the chain you had given me for my birthday (inscribed "Heaven's
above") to my ankle. I looked into the mirror. "Wow, "I thought.
But I still had one last touch. Out of the closet I retrieved my
long blond wig. As I donned it, I though to myself, "Lady Godiva
has nothing on this one." As I moved to the full length mirror, I
could see that I had now become the most desireable slut on the
west side of LA. I felt confident that you would get so hot that we
wouldn't even make it to the living room. I laid down on the bed
and awaited your return. After a considerable wait, I became
curious about why you hadn't returned. I walked out into the
kitchen only to find you on the phone. You quickly said goodbye to
who ever it was on the other end of the connection, stood up and
walked around me, checking out my appearance in every detail. You
had also changed, and were now wearing your black leather jumpsuit,
chained belts and spiked heels. SMACK! Your hand impacted my buns
through the leather skirt and sent a painful thrill through my
groin. "It will have to do," you sarcastically announced. "Okay,
out into the car." "Where are we going?" I inquired. SMACK! Again
on the buns. I guess you didn't want to ruin my outrageous makeup.
"Don't speak for the rest of the day or night. We will go where I
want, do what I want, and I don't want to hear another peep out of
you. No protests, no complaints. Whatever I say goes, and you will
have no questions. If you do, I'll have your voicebox surgically
removed and your lips sewn shut. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" "Yes
madam." SMACK! My behind was starting to glow and I wished we would
just go back to the bedroom and have our ways with each other. "I
said not another word." I started to move towards the garage to get
into the car as you had ordered. "No, I don't think I want you do
go out this way," you said. "You go out the front door and wait on
the sidewalk. I'll lock the door behind you and pull the car out of
the garage." Since the garage opened up on the alley behind the
house, I knew that I would have a wait for you to come around. We
had never used the front door before. "Out you go," you commanded
and pushed me out the door. On heels, I staggered down the front
steps nearly twisting an ankle. "Click." I started down the
sidewalk and walked to the curb. About five minutes past before I
heard the garage open on the other side of the house and the car
emerge. Just as I noticed the car rounding the corner, I noticed a
neighbor of ours walking his dog down the sidewalk. You must have
also, because you slowed up the car and waited for him to pass me
before proceeding. I turned even redder than my blouse from the
stair of the neighbor. I wonder if he knew. The car came along side
and I opened the door. "I should have you sit on the hood like a
hood ornament," you state as I get in. Maybe I'll do that later, it
would be good advertising. We could paint your phone number on the
side of the car," you sneer. After about five minutes of driving,
you pull off the road into a parking lot of a hardware store. "I
need to pick up a few things here. I want you to get out of the
car. You are to wait in the parking lot. If anyone approaches you,
you are to tell them that you locked your keys in the car and are
waiting for a friend with a spare set. You are not to accept any
rides." You kick me out the passenger side door and lock the car
behind me. After what seemed to be an eternity, two marriage
proposals, six propositions and about a dozen copped feels of my
buns, you emerge from the hardware store carrying a large bundle of
purchases. Maybe we would be going home and doing some remodeling
that we had been putting off. No. As we exit the parking lot, I
realize we are heading off in a different direction. As we proceed
through Venice down Lincoln Blvd. in Santa Monica, we turn onto
Pico and proceed until we turn right onto 2nd. Past Santa Monica
and Broadway to Wilshire, we turn right and pull up to Third. I am
starting to believe you just want to have a quite lunch on the
Third Street Promenade. You stop the car at the far curb. "Take
your panties off and hand them to me" you demand. I comply. We have
played this game before and was I hoping car sex was in
Bbs
Lolita our immediate future. Wrong again. "I want you to get
out here," you begin. "I want you to walk down the Promenade
through Colorado Place, and down to the pier. You are to walk out
to the far end of the pier and then back to the stairs that lead to
the parking lot. I will be waiting for you in the parking lot next
to the bike path. If I drive by and see you on any other street
than Third, I will drive you back and you will have to start over
again. If anyone propositions you, you are to tell them only that
they are to follow you. You better have at least four men in tow
when you arrive in the parking lot or you better extend your little
stroll. Do you understand me?" "Yes madam." SMACK! That hurt, it
was on the head. "Now get out and start walking." I emerge from the
car and begin to walk
Bbs Lolita down the
Promenade as I see the car pull away. I immediately begin to walk
quickly, but then remember your command of having at least four men
in tow when I arrive. I begin to troll, swing my hips and
exaggerate my buns. The first man to approach me was a letcherous
type, slightly drooling and holding his crotch. "How much" he asks.
I simply tell him he will have to follow me down to the pier to
find out. "Okay." he responds. The same scene occurs several times.
Two high school football types, a street musician, a delivery man
and two homeless types that looked as if I was going to be their
next meal. By the time I arrived at the pier, there were 12
following me. Two fishermen joined them by the time I rounded the
far end of the pier and decended the stairs. As I see you, you are
looking quite smug. "Nice catch you have there," you sneer. "See, I
told you that you are a terrific whore, you little slut. All you
have on your mind is getting fucked. Here, put this on." You hand
me a blindfold. I begrudgingly comply. "How much for the bitch?"
asks one of men. "You will have to wait a little longer," you
state. I am hoping that
Bbs Lolita you will pull me into the
car and we will speed away. No such luck. "Follow me!" you order. I
stagger along side you and notice that the light peeking in the
side of the blindfold is dimmer. WE ARE GOING UNDER THE PIER! About
50 feet later, I feel the snap of cold metal on my wrists. I begin
to open my mouth in protest, and immediately feel the silk fabric
of my panties (I think) penetrate my lips. "Click". I feel some
type of cuff left ankle. "Spread your legs. Wider, wider!" you
order. I comply until I am spread about four feet. The cold damp
ocean air under the pier is now penetrating my bare buns and
genetial. "CLICK!" My legs are now secured. You jerk my left arm
over. "CLICK!" Next, my right arm. "CLICK!" I am now bent over with
my head about waist high. Because of the spread on my legs, I
cannot balance and my arms are supporting the whole of my weight. I
have a sinking feeling that my buns are exposed. "SMACK!" Your hand
on my bare butt confirms the feeling. "Now gentlemen," you
announce. "What is the opening bid to be the first to fuck this
fine, transvestite slut." As the bidding begins, I have a sinking
feeling you might have been serious. (To be continued...)
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