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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 04
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 21:10:13 -0500
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Greetings, from the sordid data banks of Mister 
<Z> Hisself.  The following story is, as always, 
my property.  Read it.  Enjoy it.  Pass it 
around (if you feel the need).  But please DO 
NOT change the text.  It took me long enough to 
get it to this stage, and changing it will only 
tend to tick me off.

Also, as you're reading it, please.try to keep 
you're hands out of you're pants (or panties, 
should that apply).  Of course, you won't be 
able to, but at least try.  I dare you.

If you feel the urge to comment on the story, 
feel free to do so by sending your comments to 
leazott@earthlink.net and let me hear what you 
have to say.

All comments are welcome.naturally.

Ok then.  Here we go.  One More Time.

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Chapter 4 - Out to Lunch

I went into the bathroom and ran steaming hot 
bubble bath water for Debi.  I decided that 
today was going to be her day to shine in 
public, and I was getting ready to make sure she 
had a good start.  I helped her into the tub, 
and began a soothing wash-down of her 
beautifully tanned body.  I washed 
everything...every square inch...starting from 
her blonde hair and ending at her toes.  Of 
course, I dallied a bit in between to make sure 
everything was squeaky clean.  Who could resist?

When, finally, she was as shiny as I could 
possibly get her, I helped her out of the tub, 
dried her body off, and told her to go to her 
closet and pick out something sexy and revealing 
to wear, for we were going out to have 
breakfast.  Smiling, she trotted out to the 
bedroom and began rummaging through her clothes.  
While she was doing that, I showered and shaved.

When I came back into the bedroom, I found that 
she had chosen a pair of skin-tight slacks and a 
top that was NOT sexy at all.  I said.  "You 
call this stuff sexy?" I tossed her clothing 
selection into a pile in the corner of her 
closet, and began to rummage through her things.  
I wanted to take Debi out into public to show 
off her stunning attributes, not to hide them.

I was thoroughly amazed at the sexy selections I 
had to choose from.  She had exquisite taste in 
clothes that had the capability to want men to 
get beneath them.  Since she was petite in 
stature, she had a lot to choose from when she 
went out to buy clothes.  Everything she bought 
tended to enhance her alluring figure in one way 
or another.

Here's what I selected.  The white panties and 
garter belt she had bought the previous day.  I 
didn't want her to wear the bra, even though it 
was quite thin and frilly, for it would hide 
what I wanted others to see...her breasts.

A tight pair of upper-thigh-high white mesh 
stockings (the kind with the heavy line up the 
back of the leg.)  A skin-tight black leather 
micro-mini skirt (so that others could see the 
garters and the tops of her nylons, with a 
little skin as icing on her cake).  A semi-
sheer, white, silky, low-cut blouse to show off 
her cleavage, accentuate the mounds of her 
breasts and highlight her perpetually hard 
nipples.  To finish the outfit off, a pair of 
shiny-black 2 1/2" spikes.

As I was choosing the items, her face got redder 
and redder.  She knew that she was about to show 
more than what she covered.  I told her that 
those clothes are how I envisioned her at the 
moment, and if she wore them, it would please me 
greatly.  She asked if she could be allowed to 
wear a bra to hide her nipples, but I shook my 
head and told her that I wanted to see her brag 
about what she had, not try to hide it.

She was shaking nervously as she put the clothes 
on and I simply got dressed in the clothes I had 
worn the previous day.  I had forgotten to bring 
my suitcase with me, but that didn't seem to 
matter at the moment.

She looked stunning!  The clothes I had selected 
hid very little of her charms, and she knew it.  
I did make one minor adjustment.  I kneeled down 
in front of her, reached up under her skirt, 
removed her panties and tossed them back onto 
the bed.  Now she could feel the air on her 
newly shaved cunt, with only two or three inches 
of skirt available to hide it.  She needed to be 
very careful sitting down.  Perfection in black 
and white!

I winked at her and told her that she had better 
keep her legs closed or someone would be getting 
more for breakfast than what they ordered.  I 
decided, so as not to cause her too much 
embarrassment, to go to the next town over to do 
breakfast.  As it happened, the next town was 
rather large, so she began to relax as we made 
the drive.

During the drive over, I gave her explicit 
instructions on how she was to act in public.  
Basically, she was to be wide open about her 
sexuality.  She knew how to use the attributes 
she had, and I gave her permission to flaunt it 
in every direction. What I said was, in effect, 
make them follow you - make them want you - make 
them stare and drool.  Otherwise, I concluded, 
it would be no fun at all...for anyone.

As I drove into town, I saw a friendly-looking 
diner-restaurant and pulled into the parking 
lot.  Then I looked over to her and told her to 
go in, get a table right in the middle of the 
dining area (so everyone could see her), and I 
would follow in a few minutes.  I swear...she 
grinned and her nipples noticeably grew harder.

She got out of the car and smugly swished her 
tight ass up to the door of the restaurant.  Her 
breasts, hard and firm as they were, still 
jiggled nicely when she walked in her spiked 
heels.  The fact that she was wearing no bra 
helped.  Immediately, she had everyone's 
attention.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she jiggled her way to the entrance of the 
restaurant, she didn't notice just how much 
attention she was attracting.  In the parking 
lot, there was an elderly couple just getting 
out of a beat-up Oldsmobile.  The husband 
stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Debi in all 
her glory. The wife looked to see what hubby was 
looking at, and immediately whacked him over the 
head with her purse.

A middle-aged couple were also arriving, but I 
hadn't noticed them until I heard the wife say 
something like: "...and what the hell does she 
have that I don't have!?  She knew the answer to 
that question, but was damned afraid to admit 
it, I'm certain.

What fun this day was going to be. Fifteen 
minutes passed and I was starting to wonder what 
was going on in the diner, but held fast to the 
plan I had concocted.  I'm certain she was 
concerned, for I had dressed her in those slinky 
clothes, drove her to another town, and dropped 
her off in a very public place. I walked to a 
nearby phone booth, called the restaurant, and 
asked the person to please page Debi.  After a 
minute, Debi said "Hello?"

"Hi.  Having a fun time strutting your stuff out 
in the open?"

"Well yes", she said, "but do I have any 
choice?"

"No, not at the moment.  But, I'm sure you're 
getting some very strange looks...right?"

"Strange is not the word." She replied.  "There 
are a lot of young guys in here and I've been 
hit on by three of them already.  That includes 
one of the waiters."

"Hmmm....should I come in now?"

"Please?" she replied.

"OK, but only on one condition.  Act as if you 
don't know me, and I'll make a hit on you like 
those other guys, but this time you take me up 
on it, and give me plenty of skin shots, if for 
no other reason than to make the other guys 
jealous.  Just play like you're waiting for your 
boyfriend or something."  She giggled on the 
other end of the line, and said she would.

I waited another few minutes and then entered 
the restaurant.  I swear, everyone, men and 
women alike, were checking out her near-naked 
body.  She looked ready to eat.  There was a 
young gent standing next to her table trying to 
chat up a conversation, and I saw that he had a 
huge boner in his pants.  I could tell she was 
getting a little irritated by this guy, so I 
walked up to them and said, "Excuse me, is this 
gentleman bothering you?"

She looked up at me, smiled glowingly, and said, 
"No sir, but I think he was just leaving."  She 
glowered at the guy that was hitting on her, and 
he melted away like sugar in the rain.  He 
looked at me as if to ask, "Who the hell are 
you?" and walked away mumbling to himself.  I 
think he said something like"...fuckin' whore 
anyway..." He wanted her in a bad way though.  
Tough luck pal.

I ignored the guy, smiled at Debi, and asked 
aloud if the seat opposite her was empty.  Loud 
enough for others to hear, she replied "Well, 
not really, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, and 
he'll be here any moment."  I said "Great!" and 
sat down.  Man, did I ever get some strange 
looks from the guys that were all trying to 
undress her with their eyes.  I knew they were 
thinking, "This guy has balls!  I should have 
tried that!"

I proceeded to ask her detailed questions about 
herself, loud enough so that a lot of folks 
could hear us.  Nothing too awful intimate, just 
questions one would normally ask a woman in a 
situation like that.  I wound up asking her if 
she had eaten yet.  She said no, and I 
immediately motioned to the waiter that I was 
ready to order.  Of course he saw me right away, 
for he, too, had been staring at her.  And why 
not?

He came over, and blatantly stared down her 
blouse at her breasts and nipples.  I mean, how 
could he help himself.  He was only human, and I 
allowed him his long examination of her personal 
assets.  I let him stare while I pretended to 
look over the menu.  She played right into his 
eyes, as I had asked her to do, and after a 
short while, I ordered food for both of us, 
never asking Debi what she wanted.

She slowly arched her back a little and that 
caused her terminally hard nipples to press into 
the front of her sheer blouse.  She adjusted her 
blouse to show the waiter even more cleavage.  
She made a show of adjusting herself a lot and 
made sure the waiter knew that she saw him 
staring.  She smiled at him as if to say "I bet 
you want me in the back room right about now, 
with my legs wrapped around you, don't you, you 
poor boy."

While we were waiting for our food, I allowed 
her to play sex games with the other guys 
sitting around her while I feigned ignorance of 
what she was doing, and she even whispered that 
she was giving free pussy shots to the guys 
sitting across from her.  I smiled to myself and 
let her keep her legs spread to play her silly 
cunt games with the men in the restaurant.

We slowly ate breakfast and had a very intense 
discussion of whether or not she should cheat on 
her boyfriend.  As the other patrons couldn't 
help but hear, I said "You know you want other 
guys, otherwise you wouldn't have had breakfast 
with me, dressed the way you are.  Your 
boyfriend hasn't showed up yet, so he obviously 
couldn't give a damn about you.  So what do you 
say we both just leave and go out to my car, and 
we'll drive away into the sunset?"

I heard some snickering from the guys looking 
and listening and I'm sure they thought that 
that was the dumbest line I could have ever 
made.  But, I think they were really surprised 
when she stood up, large breasts wiggling under 
her sheer blouse, and said, "You know, you just 
got lucky.  My damned boyfriend stood me up for 
the last time.  Let's go to your place and talk 
about it."

You could have cut the silence with a knife.  It 
was great!  I paid for the meal, left a hefty 
tip, and off we went grinning wildly at each 
other, arm-in-arm, never to be seen again.  It 
was so cool.  I've always wanted to do that, and 
Debi played it perfectly.  She loved every 
moment of flaunting herself in public, and she 
told me so in the car.  She was so excited, by 
the time we returned to the car she was 
shivering with glee...practically forcing her 
rigid nipples through that flimsy blouse 
material.  Beautiful... just beautiful!

As we were walking back, I noticed that her 
short skirt was riding quite high up on her ass 
cheeks.  It hid virtually nothing, and she knew 
exactly what she was showing.  No imagination 
was needed to see what Debi had between her 
legs.  I helped myself and reached behind her to 
gently slap her cute butt.

Once we were in the car I looked up and saw two 
of the young guys that were sitting near us in 
the restaurant.  They were staring out the 
restaurant window at us.  Then it hit me.  I 
told her to quickly remove her skirt and give it 
to me.  Happily, she did so, right there in the 
front seat.

I started the car, drove out of the parking lot 
across the street and honked my horn to get 
their attention.  When they looked out, I tossed 
her skirt out the window onto the ground in 
front of their window.  The look they gave was 
worth the trip.  We sped off, both of us 
laughing our respective asses off.  What a great 
morning!  Life was good.

We laughed for a long time.  We breezed on down 
the road for a few miles, and it suddenly hit 
Debi.  She was skirtless, pantyless and braless 
in the car...cruising down the road.  She was 
wearing only the white net hose, white garter 
belt, white shoes and white sheer blouse.  She 
was pretty and I wanted her to stay like that 
for as long as possible.

I took the opportunity to do something I'd 
wanted to do for a long time.  While we were 
driving down the highway, I unzipped myself, 
pulled out my hardening prick, and grabbed my 
woman by the hair.  Pulling her down to me, I 
pushed her face to my groin and forced her to 
suck my cock as I was driving down the road.  
What they say is true, especially if you have an 
expert cock sucker like Debi.  You cannot drive 
and get a blowjob at the same time.

Of course, I took her lips as much as I could, 
but finally had to pull over to the side to 
experience her better.  Once again she shafted 
me full length until I was ready to cum.  This 
time, though, I wanted something different.  
When I was ready, I stood up, faced her, and 
spewed my jism all over her neck and down 
between her cleavage.  I really messed her chest 
up with my hot load of cum.  There was a lot of 
it to spread around, and I made sure she had it 
all over herself.

I sat back down in the drivers' seat, and it 
took me a while to come back down from the 
clouds.  She gives really great head.  No mortal 
man could hold back an orgasm from her mouth.  I 
dare you to try it.

Soon enough though, we were back on the road, 
headed back home.  Half dressed and cum all over 
the front of her, she silently rode with me with 
a smile on her face.

After a short while, she asked if I could get 
her something to wear, and I said "Sure!", and 
drove straight to the mall.  When I drove into 
the parking lot, I found a quiet, secluded 
parking spot pretty far from the entrance where 
most folks don't park.  She realized that 
something was amiss and she said, "Oh No.  No 
Way!  This is where I draw the line.  I'm not 
about to walk into that mall naked!"

Turning to look at her I said in a stern voice, 
"You are my slave and you will do exactly as I 
tell you, and nothing else.  You will obey me 
without question, or you will be surprised at 
what happens next.  You will not tell me what 
you will or will not do, ever again."

I must make a point of saying that she was very 
shocked at my tone of voice, since it was the 
first time I had truly spoken to her as a Master 
would to a slave he owned.  She had never heard 
me speak forcefully, and it took her several 
seconds to grasp my attitude and meaning.  Once 
she knew I meant business, she dropped her eyes, 
and said, "Yes."

I reached over and lifted her face to look at 
me, and it appeared that she was ready to let go 
a few tears.  Too bad.  I held her face up to 
make her look me square in the eye, and said to 
her, "From this moment on, you will address me 
as Master.  You will say 'Yes Master' or 'No 
Master' when you speak to me.  It is a sign of 
respect that you know and understand your 
position as my slave, and that you are aware 
that you must do my bidding, regardless of how 
you feel about it."

"Your desires are irrelevant.  Your place is to 
service me and others as I may or may not choose 
in the future.  You will do exactly as I wish 
you to do, and nothing else.  Never question my 
authority over your position.  Now, I know that 
you have the ability to understand the words I 
am speaking to you.  Presently, your only duty 
in life is to do exactly as I wish.  Do you or 
do you not understand everything I have just 
said?"

Debi was absolutely frightened of me at that 
moment.  I could see it in her eyes, and, of 
course, I used it to my immediate advantage.  
She had not been expecting me to speak to her in 
that manner.

In her face I read fear, anger, embarrassment, 
and something else that I soon learned was her 
sexuality starting to emerge.  Even through all 
her feelings, she held her back stiffly.  Her 
physical attributes shone through, deliciously.  
Then firmly, almost with a tone of self-
acceptance to her position, I felt a small 
shudder run through her, and she responded to me 
by looking right into my eyes and saying, "Yes, 
Master."

I looked at her and said, "Although just the 
mere thought of you walking naked beside me in 
public, with cum all over you, thrills me to no 
end, I never intended for you to go out in 
public that way.  We still live in a backward 
world where there are laws against such things.  
We would be arrested on the spot, and it would 
spoil the fun."  Then, I felt her relax, and we 
just sat there for a few moments smiling at each 
other.

I removed the car keys, and got out of the car.  
She said, "Where are you going?"  I turned and 
glowered down at her in the car.  She gulped and 
repeated, "Where are you going, Master?"

I said, "To go buy you some clothes...of course.  
Do you want to sit out here naked in the car all 
day?" Then I just turned and started walking 
towards the mall entrance.  After just a few 
steps, however, I turned back to the car and 
said aloud, "...and you not forget to say 
'Master' again.  You will be receiving a 
spanking as soon as I return."  Then I turned 
and walked into the mall. 


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