Heathers Realm ! by HeaterLee and Lusty Vamp email: lusty_vamp@yahoo.com
(Ff, changed into object, caution)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2003 HeaterLee and Lusty Vamp
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Driving
the Range Rover through traffic I sat and mused. Just two short years
ago
I was married to that worm Chip, playing his demented little games. Shaking
my
head I smiled at the thought of him seeing me now. An owned whore. Such a
simple
achievement yet a long road. The years of never knowing pleasure were
long
gone from me life. Laughing to myself I realized how the simple act of
submitting
to another's will had changed my life forever.
The
sudden hammering vibrations in my ass and pussy brought me shockingly back
to
reality. I quickly pulled to the side of the road, not wanting to cause an
accident.
The pounding vibrations caused my hips to spasm. Instinctively I
reached
down trying to touch my pussy to stop the vibrations only to hit the
firm
leather chastity belt locked in place around my hips. I tried to take some
deep
breaths to control myself, but the tight latex corset wrapped around my
small
waist had robbed me of that simple relief as well.
Then
I remembered my Mistress's words as she locked the chastity belt in place
earlier
that day. "To stop it from vibrating simply tighten your kegel
muscles."
Using
all my will power I squeezed down on the shafts imbedded in my cunt and
ass.
Blessedly they stopped. Trying to compose myself a little I pulled down the
vanity
mirror and looked at myself.
`Barb,'
I thought, `You are such a whore.
Just look at yourself. Sitting in an
SUV
wearing nothing but a chastity belt, corset and a coat that's far too
small.'
Looking down I saw the straining buttons of the coat still holding. The
top
three had been left undone due to the corset forcing my ample chest to be
thrust
up and out. My bare legs stuck out of the bottom. When I stood the coat
hit
a little below my ass, which was also more pronounced by the corset.
For
shoes
I wore a pair of open toed sling style heels.
Mistress Heather always
referred
to them as my "killer heels". The shoes had a dainty ankle strap.
Of
course,
the buckle of the ankle strap could be locked as it was then.
Soon
I myself thinking back to the years of my boring marriage and the final,
inevitable
divorce. My mind rewound to that fateful night. A few girlfriends and
I
going out to have a good time. Me celebrating my new found freedom and them
just
looking for a good time. All of us were dressed to thrill. I was wearing
strappy
sandals and an ultra short skirt with an off the shoulder blouse. The
dance
club was filled with wanting men and women out looking to break hearts and
get
free drinks. My group quickly drew attention from many of the men.
I found
myself
dancing and drinking with many nameless faces all of them grinding into
me.
Trying their best to talk me into going home with them. After a while I
have
to excuse myself, the drinking had caught up with me.
Walking
into the ladies room I found the usual crowd waiting their turns to use
the
two stalls in the cramped bathroom. Standing there me eyes fell upon the
muscular
back of the woman in front of me. It wasn't the grotesque look of a
bodybuilder
but that of a strong athletic woman. Glancing down quickly I saw
that
she was wearing tight black leather pants, which clung to her shapely legs
and
round bottom. Matching her backless
leather halter. Her auburn hair was
cropped
short and seemed to shimmer in the light. I noticed that she wasn't much
shorter
than my 5'6". Her tight bottom
rounded to near perfection. Looking back
up
I blushed a deep crimson as she caught my eye in the mirror. Her dark
powerful
eyes penetrated my soul as I realized she had caught me checking her
out.
I felt like a deer suddenly caught in the headlights of an approaching car.
But
even in my embarrassment I wasn't able to look away. Her eyes seemed to
control
me sending a tremor down my back. Surprisingly,
it wasn't an unpleasant
feeling
at all. She wore only light makeup
on her lovely face. I thought, `with
a
youthful beauty like that she never needs makeup.' There was an aura of
supreme
confidence radiating all about her. I
looked at myself in the mirror
standing
behind her. My large breasts hung a bit and in my opinion my tummy
could
shrink a little and my ass could be smaller. `God, how can she have a body
like
that,' I mumbled to myself with envy.
Finally
it was my turn; I stepped into the open stall and relieved myself then
straightened
out my skirt and walked to the sinks. Washing my hands I looked up
and
there she was staring at me in the mirror.
There was a gleam in her
powerful
eyes and just the slightest grin on her full lips. She looked like a
cat
stalking prey. Or better yet, a Tigress toying with a trapped mouse. Those
haunting
eyes sent another tremor racing up and down my back ending in a warm
glow
between my legs. Blushing I grabbed
some towels and rushed out of the
restroom
and back to my friends.
Finding
my friends at the bar I joined them and accepted a drink from one of the
many
admirers hanging around trying to bed one or another of us. While sipping
my
drink I looked around at the dancers on the floor and the other patrons in
the
bar. Unconsciously hoping to get
another glimpse of the mystery woman from
the
Ladies Room. Turning I jumped back with a start. She was standing right
behind
me a glass of red wine in her hand. Smiling
at me she just winked and
walked
by to stand by the dance floor. I watched as countless men approached her
and
then left plainly having been refused. `My god.' I thought, `look at how she
controls
them.' Turning to a tap at my elbow I returned my attention back to my
suitors
and friends. As the hours went by I watched the lady in leather from the
corner
of my eye dancing and talking with a few suitors, the rest she quickly
and
surely dismisses.
One
of my suitors asked me out onto the dance floor, I followed him looking
about
as I weaved through the crowd but I couldn't see her. I started dancing
with
the man and he pulled me to him performing the typical bump and grind
trying
to excite me on the hard cock in his tight pants. The music was driving
and
I just went with the beat enjoying myself. Then I felt a strong firm body
press
up against my back and strong arms reach around me grabbing me by the
waists.
I pressed my ass back into the stranger enjoying the duel attention. The
man
in front of me smiled broadly seeing who the mystery dancer was. Pressing my
ass
back into his crotch I ground myself into him, teasing him. Suddenly my eyes
go
big and I whip around. `He' doesn't have a cock. Standing there like a
frightened
bunny rabbit I stared into her eyes. Her hands took my hips and she
guided
me to start dancing again. I quickly forgot my suitor who was now
grinding
his cock into me ass while the leather-clad woman led me in dance. One
song
after another I danced with her loosing myself in the erotic warmth of the
moment
and the beat of the music. No communication except body language was
used.
Me grinding into her, her leading me in one sultry dance after another.
Realizing
that he'd lost, the suitor leaves. Not caring of the attention I've
drawn
by dirty dancing with another woman I dance with this woman. Finally the
music
stopped and she lets go of me and begins to walk away.
I
raced after her, "Wait, what's your name?"
"That's
unimportant, what is important is that I'm leaving. You can come with me
and
experience pleasure you've never imagined before or you can stay here and be
a
piece of meat." With that she went to the bar and retrieves her keys from
the
bartender
and walked to the door.
Honking
rudely brought me back to the present. Looking into my rear view mirror
I
flip the asshole off before moving back into traffic. Working my way through
the
traffic I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and parked.
Turning
the engine off I tried to relax a minute. Again
I found my mind
wandering
back to that fateful night almost two years ago.
The
mystery lady's last words came back to me.
"That's unimportant, what is
important
is that I'm leaving. You can come with me and experience pleasure
you've
never imagined before or you can stay here and be a piece of meat."
I
watched in horror as the lady in black leather strolled gracefully yet
confidently
to the bar. My mind whirled as I
considered my options. The
options
"she" had given me. She
grabbed her keys without so much as a
backwards
glance. I wanted so desperately to
follow her yet fear and
uncertainty
made me powerless to move. She
stood at the door for a long
moment.
I watched as a man opened the door for her and in a wink she was gone
and
the door closed behind her.
Gone,
she was gone. No, I screamed at
myself I can't let it happen. Over
coming
my fear I rushed to where my friends still toyed with their new found
male
friends. Quickly I grabbed my purse
and mumbled some nonsensical thing
about
having a ride home. Then I rushed
for the exit. I forced myself to
hurry.
Dashing
out the door I looked frantically about but my mystery lady was nowhere
to
be seen. I nearly burst into tears.
Then in the distance I heard a car
engine
start. Looking towards the rear of
the parking lot I saw the red glow of
taillights.
It had to be her I prayed. I
hurried down the row of cars as fast
as
my three-inch heels would allow. The sporty looking silver car was backing
out
of its space. I tried to pick up my
pace. `God, please let it be her,'
I
begged.
I stopped in my tracks as the sexy looking car started towards me. I
waved
my hand as it approached. My heart sank as the silver sports car breezed
past
me. Then the car suddenly stopped. It sat there and I hurried towards it
again.
As I neared the passenger door the window was silently lowered. Peering
into
the darkened auto my heart missed a beat as I realized the driver was
indeed
my mystery lady in black leather. Finding my tongue I breathlessly
stammered,
"Can ... can ... can ...we talk?"
The
door lock popped up and the driver coolly replied, "Get in if your going
with
me. I haven't got all night."
It was a demand I found myself powerless to
refuse.
I opened the door and in seconds had seated myself in the car and closed
the
door. The window magically closed as the lady in black said, "Buckle
up."
After
smoothing out my skirt I found my seat belt and buckled it in place.
The
driver
then put the car in gear and we sped out of the parking lot and onto the
street.
The silence was deafening as we sped along.
My mystery lady didn't
even
so much as glance in my direction. I
suddenly felt very self-conscious. I
fidgeted
nervously in my seat. I crossed my
legs mainly just to have something
to
do. The driver broke the icy silence, "While you're with me, Barbara, you
will
not cross your legs."
I
reacted to her words almost without thinking uncrossing my legs and planting
both
feet firmly on the floor of the car. Then
her words hit me like a sledge
hammer,
"How .. how did you know my name is Barbara?"
I
watched as the corner of her mouth curled into a bit of a grin.
She didn't
directly
answer my question, "Name, Barbara Anne Smith. Age, 34.
Address, 517
Atwood
Street. Phone, 555-7569.
Would you like me to continue, Barbara?"
My
mouth fell open, "How .. how .. how do you know that?"
"And,
there was that little legal tiff you had in 1999?"
I
gulped hard. `Little legal tiff ...!!! Little! I wouldn't call felony shop
lifting
LITTLE,' I thought to myself. I
stammer awkwardly, "How ...how do you
know
about that." I could feel a
thin film of perspiration forming on my
forehead.
I felt my cheeks burn crimson with embarrassment.
For
several minutes my mystery lady remained silent. We sped along the streets
turning
finally onto the interstate. My
mind was a whirl just like the
cityscape
we raced past. `I should demand to be let out right here, and right
now,'
I thought. But for some dark reason
I couldn't bring myself to put my
thoughts
into words. I knew in my heart that
if I asked I would be put out on
the
spot. Something deep inside me
demanded that I learn more about this
person.
It was almost like she had some kind of magnetic power drawing me
towards
her.
"I
know everything about you," she finally said in her coolly confident voice.
I
realized that she wasn't talking to me as much as she was talking at me.
It
dawned
on me that she hadn't really "talked" to me all evening.
"For
instances,"
she went on in that supremely confident tone of hers, "I know that
you
are about to take your panties off."
My
eyes opened wild as I stared at her, a lump leaped into my throat.
Instinctively
I uttered a surprised, "Huh?" Knowing that I hadn't heard her
correctly.
Not
taking her eyes off the road she went on, "Barbara, you should understand
that
I am not in the habit of repeating myself."
Then in a slow controlled
voice
she continued, "I said you were about to take your panties off."
In a
much
more sinister tone she added, "And I meant it."
I
sat frozen in place for a long terrifying moment. The weight of her words
slamming
into me. For some unearthly reason
I felt compelled to please this
woman.
At last I found my voice, "Yo .. You ... don't mean ... right here
.. do
..do
You?" Her silence became deafening. "Please
... please I can't ... not
right
here," I tried to pacify her.
Abruptly
the powerful sports car came to a screeching halt along the shoulder of
the
highway. I was thrown forcefully forward against my seat belt then whip
lashed
back into my seat. Without looking at me the woman coldly stated the
facts,
"You have two choices and not a lot of time. Either take your panties
off
now OR get out."
`Shit,'
my mind raced. Common sense told me to get out NOW. But a vicarious
thrill
raced thru me warming my blood. My
hand was on the door handle. My
cell
phone
was in my purse, which I held tightly in my left hand.
I knew any one of
my
girlfriends would come to my rescue with just a phone call. This all flashed
thru
my mind at the speed of light. Without
thinking about it I relaxed my left
hand
and my purse dropped to the floorboard. Pleasing this lady became
paramount.
Before I could reason myself out of it I lifted my bottom off the
car
seat. Without even pausing to cast
me a sideways glance the lady maneuvered
the
vehicle back onto the highway. Hooking my thumbs under the elastic waistband
of
my thong style panties I paused to gaze at the attractive woman beside me.
Her
expression was one that I would soon come to know well.
She was damn near
smirking
as she watched the road ahead.
I
peeled my panties over my bottom and pushed them down my thighs. I bent
forward
a bit and pulled the panties over my shoes.
Setting back up I held my
panties
tightly in both hands.
I
jumped a little as my window began to open.
The cool night air rushed in
blowing
my hair wildly and sending shivers running up and down my back.
Over
the
wind noise I heard the beautiful lady say, "Now pitch them."
It wasn't a
request.
Without giving it a second thought I tossed my panties out the window.
An
instant later my window closed.
I
collect my grocery list. Smirking to myself I climb out of the SUV pulling my
short
jacket down a bit over my ass. Laughing as I saw myself in the reflection
of
the paint to think that just a short two years ago I'd never even dream of
going
out dressed like this, now I think nothing of it, even relish it. As I
walk
across the parking lot I look down at my shapely legs and notice that it's
not
just a psychological change but a physical one also. Wearing my high heels
daily
have made my legs more toned and lifted my ass. Not to mention my stomach
is
tighter and flatter from all of the bondage and chores.
And Mistress's
active
life has also helped mold my figure. To keep up with her and be with her
I've
had to get into better shape whether I liked it or not. The sharp click of
my
heels on the concrete parking lot bring me disdained looks from the frumpy
housewives
and lusty glances from their husbands and the single men doing their
shopping.
Through my designer sunglasses I meet stare for stare.