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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 14 of 15
Summary: Alessia is dressed up in a sheer see through outfit, passionately
kissed by a girl in the mall, given beauty treatment, nude pictures taken,
she is naked in a dress shop window and then dressed as if a mannequin
model, collared as a slave and led off.
Keywords: FdomF, voy, exhib
Revised: 16 February 2003
Comments:Alessia.Gerini at talk21 . com
Fantasy Fulfilment - Chapter 14
My Initiation: The Final Day Full Of Surprises
"Oh, darling, not now. Stop, I love it too much, we have things to do."
purred Ingrid as she rolled towards me, her slim naked body on he bed next
to me looking delicious.
Reluctantly I took a last cheeky lick of her luscious nipple that perched
atop of her perky breasts and arose with her. I watched my little blonde
bombshell lover as she moved her lithe body unconsciously unaware of the
effect she had on me. She may have been the petit clothing size of a fashion
model but at five feet two she was not a bony little thing. No at all; she
was just perfectly covered and curved. She turned me on. Obviously I towered
over her at five foot eight. We must have made an odd couple to the eye.
Anyway, I watched in lust as she went into the en suite bathroom.
On looking around I found myself in a nice hotel room. Queen-size bed, en
suite, fridge, TV, etc. the usual hotel room, really, nothing too flash, but
nice and clean. It was nothing like the one in which we had spent last
evening giving me a gorgeous sexual workout. I smelt pervasive woman sex, it
was quite noticeable but I was feeling great. As the flawless nude body of
the diminutive Ingrid had disappeared into the en suite I pulled the
curtains open. Suddenly the room was filled with bright but soft autumn
light. Blue sky but with clouds floating above greeted me. I squinted into
the light as my eyes adjusted, finding myself overlooking the street and the
rusty galvanised steel roofs of the shopping area. The city's skyscrapers
made a striking backdrop to the view.
I stood there looking out over the street and roofs into the windows of the
old buildings across the road. I was having my usual morning scratch and
soon noticed a few people looking over at me. I giggled to myself and
grinned at them. I was still in my nightclothes, that is, nude. My figure is
nothing to be shamed of; I am also curved in the right places but a bit
busty sporting D cup boobs.
I looked down as I remembered the walk back from the corner tavern. I smiled
to myself and watched my nipples go hard as my thoughts continued mulling
over the evening's activities. Absentmindedly I turned the bedside radio on
to my favourite FM station. CCR with, "Lookin' Out My Backdoor:" I couldn't
remember if that was its proper name, but I bopped around to it as I needed
to use the loo and headed towards it. Ingrid hit the shower just as I was
walking in. I caught Ingrid checking out my bouncing boobs as I entered. We
grinned at each other before the shower curtain blocked my view.
Ingrid finished showering in a cloud of steam and told me, "Freshen up. Got
a big day coming up, kiddo."
"Yeah, okay, already, Mother Goose." I laughed.
Soaping myself with the little cake of hotel soap under the steamy warmth
felt great, and I just stood with the water running down soothing me. I
looked at myself, running my hand down my belly and over my newly bald puss.
It did feel great I had to admit to myself. Dreamily, I tried to count the
number of orgasms I'd had last night. I lost count at ten.
I yelled out, "Hey, Honey, how many times did I get off last night?"
I heard Ingrid laugh and seconds later she stumbled in with the retort,
"Geez, Ale we're in a bloody hotel. A wee bit of decorum if you please," and
continued, "What, you've forgotten already? Lots anyway. I wasn't counting,
but you did all right I reckon, at least, twelve. No, it must have been more
than that, lots more. Each of us took you to nirvana more than once and just
you and me four times, I think"
"Hey," I smirked, "I wasn't complaining. I wanna boast. But, yeah, a bit
loud, hey?"
I looked down to see my bald mons and ran my hand over it again. It was
definitely more sensitive than before but perhaps it was only a
psychological thing. Whatever, I liked it.
"Just a bit. And I wouldn't have either. You looked like you enjoyed
yourself."
"Yeah, I saw you too, Sweetie, and you got your pennies worth." I chuckled,
still feeling myself.
"So now you are complaining." Ingrid looked at me in a fake, disbelieving
way.
"Oh, well I . . . " I paused. " No way. I'd do it again and again 'specially
with you, you horny little bitch."
"That's right, call me names," Ingrid giggled.
"So what do we do today?" I asked, knowing I probably wouldn't get a
straight answer.
"Well, we'll go and get breakfast, well, we're a bit late for that in the
hotel, so brunch somewhere up in the Mall, I guess." I knew it and I
nervously smiled to myself; the day's activities still a mystery to me.
I got out of the shower and started towelling myself dry. I heard a knock on
our door and Ingrid, still in a bathrobe, answered it. It was Angelina, Amy
and Jess all looking immaculate in their chic day outfits. I walked out of
the bathroom wrapping myself in the nice fluffy towel. Of course, I made
sure they all saw me in my natural glory. I noticed Angelina had Amy and
Jess carrying clothes on hangers. It hadn't yet dawned on me that I was
still naked from last night, not just this morning. And then remembered what
the room smelled like, I blushed deeply. Our 'visitors' noses were sampling
the stench and they all looked at me as if I had been the sole cause. The
snickers were aimed at me, never at Ingrid who looked so innocent. Somehow I
suppressed any further blushing but I felt so embarrassed.
"All right girls, which of these outfits does our initiate wear today?"
Angelina chuckled.
I knew they were all sheer, very sheer. In a flash my nipples ripened from
soft petals to full fruit at the thought of wearing them in the Mall. The
embarrassed excitement of my nude walk down the street outside returned to
stir in my memory. That made my pussy's erogenous spots tingle. The clothes
were held up for all to inspect. After some debate, the black-cuffed,
collarless blouse with its first button below my boobs was chosen. A
matching pleated skirt went with it. The tiniest bikini bra and pantries set
were next and a new pair of lacy-topped sheer black stay-up stockings. The
black of the outfit was to be broken by midi spike, tomato red shoes, belt
and velvet choker completed by silver buckles and a clasp with a loop in the
choker. I was beginning to feel all this a little dressy for day wear but I
was assured that the outfit would be fine. The fact that chokers were not
fashionable then was not lost on me either, but the full ramifications of
wearing one in the company of the members of the club were.
"Well, lets get some make-up on and do your hair and you'll then have a full
beauty treatment after brunch. All right?"
"Oh, yes, Angelina, that sounds great."
Angelina, quickly, with her usual efficiency, had me looking pretty good in
no time.
"Okay, my sweet Alessia, let's see how well the clothes fit, but my guess is
they'll be perfect," stated Angelina with a big grin on her face.
I really wasn't too worried because I saw that all of them were looking
pretty damn sexy in short dresses and nice cleavages. And on Saturday, all
the shops would be open with spunky chicks everywhere in that mall. I was
obviously being set up to stand out from these other beauties. As I put on
the clothes, I started to get that fantastic feeling when you just know your
going to look the part.
The little sheer bra was really so brief though that my nipples were visible
through its sheerness and the tops just barely covered my areolas. On
finishing, I looked in the full-length mirror. It was spine-tingling stuff
- I really did look so chic and it confirmed my opinion of Angelina's
ability to quickly sum up my colouring and body size so as to highlight my
best features. I didn't know it then, but I was being set up once again, but
if I were to be with Ingrid and even if had I not been so naive, I wouldn't
have cared less.
"Yummy," said Ingrid, grinning at me.
"Right, Alessia, you do look edible; lets get the others and go eat and no,
Honey, I didn't mean eat you, although," she looked me up and down
lustfully, "that's not such a bad idea." My pussy tingles started again.
They all grinned at my obvious flush, but they were all heading out the
door. Ingrid handed me a purse telling me there were a few bucks and some
make-up for me. Naturally, it matched the reds of my other accessories and
maybe the reddish tinge of my brown hair and greenish hazel eyes.
We all met in the lobby and headed off in groups to the Mall. We found a
great spot at one of the many cafes, 'The Aroma', I think, and ordered our
meal and ate with gusto. It seemed we were all starved. I had finished my
first cappuccino when I saw Abby approaching us from Wesley Arcade. That was
odd; she had been with us awhile back.
She looked at me like a long-lost lover and holding out her arms said in a
loud voice, "Darling, oh, it's great to see you."
Angelina said, "Well, stand up and great your friend properly."
I stood, and by now Abby was close, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards
her. Before I knew it, she was giving me a full-on passionate kiss, her
mouth open, tonguing my lips, holding my butt cheeks, pulling us tightly
together. Before I could think I was returning her kiss. I could feel her
soft breasts pressing on me and her mound grinding into mine. My eyes had
instinctively shut. She didn't know my trigger spots like Ingrid, but she
definitely knew how to kiss, wrapping herself around me. And I loved it.
Then it struck me where we were. My knees weakened with her passion, but I
realised that luscious as she was, everyone within eyeshot would be watching
us.
I could feel my face and body blushing with passion for Abby, but also from
embarrassment. Without even opening my eyes, I knew they were all watching
me. My nipples had most certainly hardened and the humiliation was sending
my heart into overtime. Her lips, her tongue and mine were dancing, darting,
swirling as her body melded into mine in a hot passion. I was certain that I
could hear sniggering from people close by. I dare not open my eyes. I would
have had to face them.
Abbey kept me, held me, kissing me in the crowed area, bending me over
backwards, making me off-balance. It was going to be difficult to escape
from that position, although I hadn't really thought of escaping her
clutches until now. These instinctive thoughts soon dissipated as I realised
it was all a part of the initiation. However, kissing like this in the Mall
was outside my socia mores.
I remembered Angelina's last words, 'greet her properly',' and I was, but in
a public, crowed place. I was so embarrassed. Humiliated. But it was
stirring something inside me; these thoughts were arousing me more than Abby
was, and boy, was she hot? God yes. My mind and Abby had a stunning effect
on me and not surprisingly I started getting those 'special' body signals
you can't ignore. I was getting damp.
Suddenly Abby broke us apart, pushing me to arms length, exclaiming, "How
good it is to see you, Darling. How are you?"
Shit, I was bright red, embarrassed, everybody was looking, I'm certain, but
I only looked at her not wanting to face anyone else. My nipples were poking
hard into my blouse and I just knew they would be like that for ages. Abby
held my hands down, running her thumbs over the backs of my hands, reminding
me of her touch. My stomach was turning somersaults and I felt wetter. And
she gushed small talk, none of which I remember. People stared, a crowd had
gathered. I didn't look but I knew, that I was making a spectacle of myself;
well Abby was. Angelina came and greeted Abby saying something like, 'Come
with us, Alessia has a beauty appointment soon.' She ushered us through the
quite large gathering I knew was there.
Soon I started recognising the girls surrounding us as we walked. My
blushing eased a tiny bit. I sought out Ingrid and grabbed her hand; she
squeezed it holding it firmly, reassuringly. I looked at her big grin and
grinned back. I knew it had been a set-up. But the rush from it would last
awhile yet. Then I found we were in a lift going up. Angelina and Ingrid - I
wouldn't let her go - ushered me into Ernest's Beauty Salon. The girls in
there took ages, making a big fuss over me. They manicured my fingers, did a
pedicure, washed my hair and had it coloured, trimmed and styled, massaged
my head, had my face cleansed, and then made me up. I looked and felt
absolutely gorgeous. The girl that did my lips showed me some new stuff, a
lip pencil thing that goes on first, and then she instructed me the best way
to finish off with an outliner. She did it much like Angelina does, but now
I felt I could do it too.
Angelina, Ingrid and Abby came for me and the 'lips' girls slipped me a
stick and outliner to match those I was using. Funny though, it really was a
nighttime job, like, for eveningwear and didn't quite go with the black
outfit I was wearing. But the auburn tinge in my hair looked great. Anyway,
I felt super cool, so sexy, with the see-through outfit and new face and
hair. The bill was shockingly high, but what the hell, I wasn't paying.
Angelina had also arranged for a studio set of photographs for me and had
brought the dress for tonight with her. I dutifully went with her, Abby and
Ingrid to the studio. We arrived and had to wait for a few minutes. I felt
the eyes of the receptionist excitedly burning into me, straight through my
blouse. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up.
Ingrid leaned over and bit my ear lobe, whispering, "Cut it out ratbag,"
laughing with me as I flirted with the girl.
Just then we were called in so I didn't have to answer. Angelina said to the
photographer, "Hello, Jean-Louis, I'd like some shots in this outfit then
she will change into another dress we have here, " pointing at me. Angelina
grinned broadly at 'Jean-Louis'.
'I bet that's not his name, I figured, as Angelina's order sunk in.
He directed me to sit on a barstool while his assistant set up the lights
and background. He explained what he wanted from me. Then I posed this way,
that way and so on. The sort of photographs I would have expected.
Then Ingrid said, "Alessia," she never calls me that in that commanding tone
of voice, "undo your blouse buttons very slowly."
I was stunned. I glanced at her and she had a really serious look on her
face, glaring at me, but simultaneously smiling. I thought of saying no, I
was not sure why but I didn't. Hesitatingly, a bit scared and embarrassed I
slowly undid them all, pulling the blouse out of my skirt as I went lower.
The flash was going off regularly. My face was starting to burn hot,
flushed.
As soon as I had undone them all, she said, "Okay Alessia, now take your
skirt off."
I blushed even more furiously, but couldn't resist her. No, I didn't want to
resist her. I felt my body reacting to her; to the situation. I undid the
waistband, undid the zip and let the skirt fall as the flash lit up the
whole area.
"Now Alessia, " Ingrid continued, "you don't want your underclothes do you?
Take them off for me."
Me, striptease for this guy? Pose nude? However, it became obvious that he
was an artist and very likely as gay as we were but he was still a guy. This
was not my scene. The tingling in my groin started again. Feeling stupid and
humiliated as I said, "Yes Ingrid."
The clips on my brassiere came undone easily and my boobs almost popped out.
I watched in horror as my nipples now went hard despite the warmth from the
lights. Two thumbs in my panties at the waist pushing down in my best
provocative way slowly eased them off and onto the floor. I don't know how I
did that seemingly so easy; I mean the task was easy but in front of
strangers by the orders of a slip of a girl. Clearly Ingrid had a power over
me that even I could not explain - I was not in control. As my mind reeled I
instinctively coved up with my bare arms as best I could.
"You're mine, Alessia, I have you to myself. I own you, don't I Alessia?"
Naked and vulnerable I nodded my head, yes.
"Say it Alessia, say yes Ingrid, I am yours," she insisted, but I wanted to
be hers; this was not a problem for me. The problem was the strangers seeing
me humiliated and, of course, nude.
"Yes Ingrid, I am yours." I heard myself say, as my tingling grew stronger,
my labia filling with blood, becoming sensitive and I felt a trace of my
honey coming. I was turned on big time. T focused on Ingrid. She looked
gorgeous in her silk sundress, her blonde hair falling on her shoulders but
that didn't matter, it's what pleased her that mattered.
She said, "Slip off your shoes Alessia, and carefully place them on the
floor then sit on the stool." She then almost shouted angrily, "and put your
arms down."
Quickly I complied; she was frightening but also gorgeous.
I bent over slowly, deliberately, to please her. I tried to be sexy, to vamp
it up a bit. I wanted to arouse her as much as I could. My brain was so
muddled with emotions coming from opposite points of view I tried to focus
on the one constant in my small world in the studio, Ingrid.
"Good girl, now put your right foot on the stool and hold your knee with
both hands. Be careful not to fall. Be sexy, like before."
I thought then of the photographer, a male, and my newly bared pussy. I
would be flashing everything at him and his assistant. Oh, shit, but Ingrid
and Abby, Angelina were there, and for my initiation, I wanted to impress
them.
Ingrid called the shots. For quite a few minutes the flash continued as I
cavorted to Ingrid's instructions. She had me slowly roll off each stocking,
sit cross-legged on the stool with a straight back, lean face down onto the
nearby bar and bending over the stool. There were many other poses Ingrid
wanted, some suggested by the photographer, but those I have forgotten now.
I found when I had finished all Ingrid's orders that I was really wet and
highly aroused. I was not exhausted, but invigorated and feeling really
sexy. Ingrid told me to put my street clothes back on, so I did. Angelina
fixed up my face for me and we went to find the other girls having coffee.
We joined them. I did not leave Ingrid's side, but her presence kept me wet.
I found it odd that the flow of my 'mistress's pussy-honey was becoming more
copious. Just being near Ingrid now aroused and excited me.
Under the table, Ingrid slipped her hand between my thighs. With Angelina
and Abby blocking anyone seeing, she eased her fingers under my panties. I
was breathless; my heart beat madly in my chest at the pleasure she gave me.
Her fingers explored my silky-walled tunnel. She quickly found my small 'G
spot', massaging it with the pads of two fingers, taking me to the edge of
orgasm three or four times. She was teasing me. I wanted to come badly and
we both knew it. But she took her fingers away so she could suck off my
honey in her gorgeous mouth.
With my eyes I begged her to take me all the way. I didn't care where we
were and when I come I am not noisy unless I want to be. Ingrid knew all
this. I don't know if Ingrid though she would be embarrassed, was concerned
about he state of my cloths or just wanted me lusting for her. In any case
she had achieved the latter and knew it. She took the liberty of another dip
of her fingers between my swollen labia. I quietly sucked in a breath of air
in case she was going to masturbate me right then, as I desperately wanted.
I looked into her eyes pleadingly again but as she pushed into me the
exquisite sensation made me look down to watch. She withdrew and I gasped in
desire and frustration looking up as her fingers went into her mouth sucked
with relish again. She nodded a no to me butt she looked pleased and that
eased my frustration a little.
It was now getting dark as the sun set through pink, orange and purple
clouds. Colours changing constantly making me feel really good. The street
and shop lights took over too quickly, but then they always do.
I noticed Angelina give a signal to Ingrid.
"All right girls, stop here, we have Alessia's final hurrah to complete!"
Hey, more, what more? My panties were drenched and my slightly pungent and
musky woman-sex aroma was becoming somewhat obvious. Angelina had two
packages. One I recognised as my 'Liz Davenport' outfit the other er . . .
looked familiar. Oh, fuck, the sex shop stuff . . . yes, that's what it was.
My brain turned over at a hundred mph. I got even wetter and my nipples
crinkled hard again. 'Last hurrah' . . . what did I have in store for me at
this time of the evening? Within minutes the girls were ready, the bill
paid, and we headed into the arcade system again and going up a floor. I
went alongside Ingrid who gave me a grin, but nothing else to reassure me.
We came out of the arcade at a level above the street, then headed towards
the railway station along a wide first story walkway, with a view of some
beautiful old heritage buildings on one side and mostly women's clothing
boutiques the other. It was rather crowded as it led to the main passenger
rail system and people where headed for the station. We all arrived at "Hot
Pink," a boutique, finding the proprietor waiting to go. She let in Angelina
and Ingrid pulled the door shut and she left without glancing at us, but
those heading home did, they looked at us. If I may say so, although I was
the only one of us really dressed up, the others did look hot. Ingrid called
to Anne to go in and before long one show window had been covered with black
cheesecloth: a bay window.
"Alessia, listen carefully to me, Ingrid and Anne will look after you for
awhile then Ingrid will tell you to stay still. You will do exactly what
Ingrid says. When she says, 'Stay there,' you will feel bound by rope and
virtually unable to move. Your eyesight will dim and you will have tunnel
vision. Your feelings will be your own, and you will be fully aware of what
you can see and feel. You will not move until Ingrid or I say to you, 'You
may move, Alessia.' is that clear?"
I heard myself say, "Yes Angelina."
"All right Anne, I'll thank you to get on with Alessia's show and Ingrid
will help you." She turned to the others gathered outside and said, "Okay,
girls, we'll all go and get changed for dinner. Ingrid and Anne have outfits
stashed away here. Then we'll come back to watch."
With that Angelina chuckled and stepped outside, gathered her flock and left
us. I looked a bit stunned, I guess, and looked to Ingrid for clues for what
was expected of me. Anne broke the silence with a grin and said,
"Come over here, you two," she demanded, as she moved into a dark part of
the shop.
We followed her. "Okay, here it is. I am as close to a window dresser as
we've got in the club so I've got the job of dressing you, Alessia, in the
shop window."
I nearly fainted; as my stomach churned I felt the blush rising in my cheeks
and over my body.
"Oh, shit, no! I couldn't! please no Ingrid," This could be dangerous in
that, probably, I would be breaking the law somehow. "I could get caught by
the cops."
"Well maybe," said Ingrid, "But there's a back way outta here and they
wouldn't do a 'break-and-enter' job to get us. They'd need a search warrant
or something. The chances of getting caught are very unlikely."
I looked at her dubiously, but Anne agreed with Ingrid. Well, Anne would
agree, wouldn't she, it was probably her bloody, hair-brained, idea in the
first place. I thought I might throw up with fear.
"Well, I suppose you're now going to blow it when you're as good as in,"
Ingrid said a little mockingly, and that hurt coming from her, but they both
laughed. Hell, I've gotta do it, but here in the shop window? With all these
people passing I'll end up with a huge crowd staring at me. With all my past
social baggage in my head I remembered the nude walk of last night. Could
this be worse? Yes it fucking could my brain screamed at me but I went with
the plan.
Anne tried to embarrass me more by saying, "If it were me with that body in
that dress we have here, with that makeup job and hair style, in that
window," pointing at the uncovered one, "I would think myself lucky!"
"But lucky for you, honey, we'll do it behind the covered one. How's that?"
Ingrid said.
"Um . . . er . . . shit . . . . I guess. I have no choice anyway, Angelina
said to do what Ingrid says, so I will," I managed to get out even though I
knew I really could have just walked away from it all.
"Oh, great," they chorused. "Get undressed then."
I peeled off my sexy little outfit.
"C'mon, right off. Shoes, stockings, panties and bra. We want you stark
naked babe," Anne piped up while Ingrid just giggled.
"Well you can have the panties. I've made a right mess of them," I laughed
back nervously.
When I was barefoot and naked as a newborn baby, Ingrid went to the pile of
clothes and things, got out the nipple clamps, and came towards me saying,
"Get on your knees for me so I can put these on you."
"Yes Ingrid," I heard myself say, as I sunk to my knees and waited for her
delectable little hands to caress my boobs one by one, as she squeezed each
to slide the clamps onto my nipples, then tighten them just a little. This
would of course, pinch me a tiny bit causing a little pain after a few
minutes. My nipples would kind of swell hard into them and the pain would
turn into a delicious pressure that would send sensations right through me,
but centred in my pussy. Which, in its turn, fed back to my brain that
interpreted the pain as so much exquisite pleasure.
I quickly mused at the odd perversity of this pain/pleasure process. Then I
felt her fingers surrounding my left areola. I looked into her eyes as she
concentrated on my breast. She squeezed me and I swooned in ecstasy and
looked down to watch her sliding it on. I sucked in a lungful of air to stop
from groaning at the sensations that had overtaken my mind. I anticipated
the coming pinch as I watched her fingers tighten the screw. The clamp took
hold gently and she stopped. I could feel the pinch and watched my nipple
swell. God, it felt good! I became aware that Ingrid and Anne were watching
my breast too. That excited me tremendously. Suffice to say I was very
sexually aroused.
Ingrid then carefully caressed my right breast as I gasped in the delight of
the slight pinch turning pleasurable, and watched her fingers tease me by
running them around my areola and pulling gently but firmly on the nipple.
Anne cupped both breasts as Ingrid teased me, now even more, knowing just
how much I loved it. To describe the acute pleasure this gave to me is so
difficult as there is little to compare with it. For me it is like fingers
stroking my labia when I am aroused and they are blood-full and sensitised.
Ingrid, after several minutes of teasing, slid the clamp on and tightened it
to pinch me slightly. I watched as my nipple as it grew into it and was
squeezed a little more with each passing moment. Both of my beasts were
swelling, or really felt as if they were, pulsating with each heartbeat.
I had started to dry up, but now I was getting excited inside again and, as
usual, my body was betraying me. I could feel my syrup tickle as I oozed. I
was also starting to feel the nervous shakes that come on when I know I am
headed towards acute embarrassment. Anne and Ingrid waited each side of me,
and then a break in the pedestrians outside saw them rush me across to the
black gauze-covered window. Before I could think, Ingrid was ordering me to
stand perfectly still, to be like a shop dummy.
"Alessia, listen carefully," Anne said, "While the inside of the shop is in
darkness nobody can see in. The shop will appear black from outside, even
though you're only a foot or so from the window. I repeat, nobody can see
you. Is that unambiguous, like perfectly clear?"
"Yes, of course Anne."
"Okay," she continued. "When there are lights on inside, then you can be
seen from outside, but how much of you can be seen depends on where the
lights are and how bright they are." Anne paused, peering at me. "Do you
understand so far?"
"Yes, I think so."
"You don't sound sure. I'll explain further. Okay, you're in a bay window,
right?"
"Yes, so, I'm invisible on these three sides where the black cloth is, till
a light is turned on behind me, then it depends."
"Right," Anne continued, "so if a light is way back in the shop but not
bright, you would be in a silhouette, the brighter the backlight the sharper
your silhouette, but any part of you facing the window will remain in total
shadow."
"Okay," I said.
"But we will play with the lights a little. Any side lighting will show up
your sides, basically illuminating anything the lights shine on, like your
big tits. So, obviously, any light on in between you and the window will
illuminate you pretty much in full colour. Also, as you would expect, a very
dull light will only show you dimly, whereas, a bright one will make you
appear as if the sun were fully on you."
"Shit," I said, "are you going to do that?"
Anne smiled a knowing smile at me and patted me on my bare butt-cheeks
saying, "Maybe." Then she disappeared to the back of the shop to join
Ingrid.
I froze; and she left me there, going back into the shop's darkness, but
seconds later lights came on from behind me. I was silhouetted against the
window by the shop's spotlights. The shop was lit so brightly compared to
the night's darkened, but starry sky and the walkway's power-saving lights.
The outside lights were quite dim compared to these lights, even though
there were spotlights illuminating the old buildings across the way.
The floor lights at the front went on faintly, throwing a soft amber glow
over me. I shook in surprise and humiliation. I was naked in a shop window
only a metre or two from passers-by. I guess I could have run back naked
through the brightness to hide at the back, somewhere dark, but like a
rabbit caught in a spotlight, I stayed still; as still as a sculpture posing
like a mannequin's dummy. In any case I couldn't move; Ingrid had told me to
stay still.
Ingrid called to me as if she had forgotten her words of a few minutes ago,
"Stay there Alessia; we are going to shower and dress, then we'll be back to
dress you."
In horror at being left there naked and now seemingly alone, I called
quietly back, "How long will you be?" I asked, but they had gone.
I was terrified. I was sure I would be seen and my fear had me quaking in my
skin. I started to sweat slightly. A sheen developed on my skin. The amber
glow of the lights reflected off me. It must have looked a treat, but I was
feeling sick with nerves. People were window shopping, as well as coming and
going to or from the station. It was only a matter of time before I would be
seen. Of course I dreaded that, but the thought also started exciting me in
an extraordinary way. Then the nipple clamps were causing my areolas to
throb increasingly. The tickle in my pussy had grown to a pulsating throb
and I was very wet again.
I hadn't a choice but to stay as still as I could. Ingrid had said 'stay
there'. They had gone and I was alone, my silhouette blurred on the black
cheesecloth, my skin glowing. And each tiny involuntary wobble I made was as
plain as day. I could see through the cheesecloth 'God,' I thought, 'the
length of a letter-size sheet of paper is all that separates me from them.
If anybody shaded their face and pressed it against the window I was certain
they would easily be able to see me.
I had also turned somewhat when I spoke to Ingrid as she left and I had not
fully turned back to face the window. My breast was clear but blurred in the
shadow. My legs were spread a little and the light from behind me shadowed
my round butt-cheek and each leg. I had put my hands on my hips where they
stayed. I did look something like a shop dummy, but a very tall busty one.
It certainly was the faint glow of those front lights that had me becoming
increasingly embarrassed and aroused.
The exhibitionist side of my psyche had hit me and made me want to move, but
I felt extremely vulnerable and a little frightened. However, this only
increased my dread of moving and being seen, but it's what I wanted, though
dared not, even if I had been able to. My body, yet again, had begun to
betray me: my nipples were like metal thimbles and my labial lips puffing
out. As I became more aroused I became more terrified, the blood rushed
through me, stranded there alone and unable to escape.
After what seemed like an aeon I just had to move because of tired, immobile
muscles. I tried to judge when nobody was passing and quickly tried to
strike another pose. I found I couldn't move. The hard thimble-like nipple
stuck out in my silhouette and I thought I could see both the chain between
the nipple clamps and my puffy vulva spreading outwards. I had frozen again,
but tried to relax. My mind flooded with the conviction that I could see the
shadow of my pussy as clearly as if the gauze covering the window was not
there. The odd thrill I got from this brought an embarrassment and
humiliation that simply increased both my dread and my arousal. My eyesight
was too dim and narrowed to see exactly where people were looking, but the
more the more convinced I became I could be seen, the more I worried, and
the more I worried, the more aroused I became.
I could now really feel my labia lips were hot, puffy and damp. The slit I
thought I could see in the silhouette before was to my mind, now a reality.
Convinced as I was that people could see me, perhaps not clearly, but
nevertheless make out my features, made me break out into goose bumps,
making my hairs stand on end. The thrill and emphasised humiliation swirled
up within me. With all the sexy stimulation of the past week or so, the flow
of my juices had become quicker to start and more copious. With my
vulnerability my perception of exposure and humiliation grew.
I saw several passing women look into the shop at the dresses, but none
looked directly at me as far as I could tell, but then one young woman did
see me. She frowned and squinted as if she didn't believe her eyes. I stood
rigid and as still as possible. She peered through the black, cloth-covered
window, her pretty face within reaching distance of me. After, what was for
me, a minute or so of sheer terror, she backed off and leant against the
balustrade of the walkway some six metres away and stared at me. I calmed a
little, but not really very much. Now I had to be as still as a statue or I
would give myself away.
After an agonising five minutes or thereabouts - I found it hard to judge
time - my flow had increased and was slowly oozing down my left inner thigh.
I knew without looking that it must be glistening in the spotlights. I felt
the heat in my cheeks rising as I blushed. Then Jessica and Ava peered in,
grinned and wandered over to lean on the balustrade near the girl stranger.
The girl seemed excited and spoke to Ava. They both looked at me as Ava
replied. They grinned at each other. I wondered what Ava had said. A few
minutes later the others turned up. Ingrid and Anne came in and, without
glancing at me, went to the rear of the shop. Ingrid asked if I was okay. I
couldn't answer.
After hearing the rustling of paper and plastic, Ingrid came over to me, got
into the window and gently removed the clamps. The blood rushed back into my
nipples; they felt like they would burst then the pain eased and
extraordinary feelings spread from them all over me, but especially to my
pussy. It was certainly a jolt to my nervous system, now highly sensitised.
Nothing could have stopped me clutching myself had I been able to move. The
sticky slime almost gushed down my thigh. I could smell it, my woman sex
bouquet wafted from me. I felt gloriously close to coming, but had to hold
back.
Neither Angelina nor Ingrid had yet given me permission to orgasm. My
clitoris ached as it throbbed, keeping pace with my labia and heartbeat. My
body was beginning to quiver with tiredness and tension.
Anne turned off the front lights: then came over and put foundation cream on
my breasts. The ecstasy was unreal, but she quietly said, "This is to cover
your nipples and areolas from being obviously real while we dress you."
Oh, god, more touching, more teasing, more people watching me, I didn't know
whether I could stand it. It didn't occur to me that I had no choice, I was
way beyond that.
Angelina had mesmerised me but I was conscious of everything, sensed
everything and remembered everything. And that girl was still there
watching. The front lights came back on somewhat brighter than before.
Ingrid crouched at my feet, stockings and shoes in hand. Anne stood next to
me pretending to tip me over. I raised my leg for Ingrid. She ran her hand
up my calf the other feeding on the foot of the stocking. Her touch was
fabulous. Then she put her cheek on my thigh as both hands carefully rolled
the stocking up my leg. She licked me. My knees weakened and I thought I
would fall, but no, I couldn't. She moved to do the other side when the
first was snugly up. Anne switched sides too, but this time she grabbed a
breast and an arm to tip me up.
Her nails dug into me, but the pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Then,
seconds later, Ingrid was feeding the other stocking on my leg. She put her
soft cheek on my thigh again and licked me some more. My mind swam in the
delightful sensations I was getting. My syrup was under the stocking and
made dark patches in the tops. Ingrid scampered off to get more stuff. Anne
held into my breast very firmly, kneading it slightly as we waited. She now
had seen the girl staring at us, her mouth gaping open. She seemed both
aghast and fascinated by our display. I think seeing me nude and being
rather roughly handled by Anne and Ingrid was perhaps turning her on.
Ingrid returned with the black underwear. Anne got herself a better grip on
me as Ingrid fed each foot through the leg holes then pulled them up into my
squishy sopping pussy. Again the delectable sensations of pain followed by
unbelievably exquisite ecstasy. The roller-coaster ride of Ingrid putting my
brassiere on me was sensational. She pulled or stretched my breasts up,
making sure to pinch my nipples while doing so. This would normally make me
moan with pleasure, but to have opened my mouth and make a sound would have
given me away. My face, but not my mind, remained passive throughout.
The skirt was next, Ingrid making sure she made as much contact with my skin
as possible, while Anne followed her lead. The jacket was a breeze to put
on, but Anne and Ingrid made so much body contact doing it, I wondered
whether, in other circumstances, it might have been considered indecent
assault. Anne finished me off by applying a touch of make-up here and there,
presumably to repair the damage.
Ingrid then removed the cheesecloth. The spotlights and all the audience,
consisting mainly of my friends, clapped Anne and Ingrid, illuminated me.
And I just stood there with my pussy flooding the clean panties. My nipples
rock hard and pulsating in time with my clitoris, made me feel so
humiliated. I could have sworn that they all knew how hot I was, including
the girl who had joined in.
Anne and Ingrid went outside to check their handiwork leaving me alone.
Didn't hey know I was about to collapse in fright or perhaps in sheer
enchantment at my exposure? But I wasn't naked now, highly sensitised, yes,
but far from where I'd started.
My innards churned. The mob outside just leaned against the balustrade
waiting for me to move, but still I couldn't budge. I was glued to the spot.
Now I was scared shitless.
Leaving Anne to chat to the obviously excited girl, Ingrid returned, saying,
"All right, Alessia, you are free to move."
Yeah, right, everybody would really know then. I was frozen to the spot
wondering what the hell I would or could do now. All the shop lights were
on, I was certain of that. The girl outside had two friends with her now and
they all were staring intensely at me, grinning like Cheshire cats. I
couldn't just stay there; my muscles were too fatigued and sore. Oh, shit,
what was I to do? The humiliation was unbearable, but I was so excited I
couldn't think straight. I now was under no illusion that as soon as I
moved, everybody looking would know for sure I was real and not a
shop-window dummy.
Of course, my body was betraying me. My nipples were throbbing like crazy
letting me know I was alive. Just in case they hadn't noticed, my whole
groin was red, puffed and I think even my clitoris was peeking out at the
small but growing crowd. I eventually fathomed that anyone who really looked
at me must quickly realise I was real and that I was as horny as hell. The
dress, thankfully, covered my pussy, but I'd convinced myself that the pale
skin of my upper thighs were visible above the lacy stocking tops. Anne and
Ingrid had left my legs parted, and the dress that Ingrid had chosen was
open high in the front of the skirt section. It must have looked as sexy as
anything.
I was quite near Ingrid and Anne, so on sizing up the few options available,
I decided that as Ingrid was intent on owning me, whatever that really
meant, it sounded great. I concluded that I had better not upset her, so I
swiftly jumped from my position in the window, gabbed Anne and kissed her
right on the mouth, hard and furiously passionate. I bent her over backwards
so it made it harder for her to escape my clutches. Her dress had a nice
cleavage so I kissed down her neck and slipped my hand in to hold her
breasts. She was gasping for air at my sudden attack and struggled to get
free, but I held her firmly.
The crowd outside was cheering for me, yelling for me to get her gear off
and such like.
But Ingrid stopped me in my tracks with a sharp, "Alessia, stop that and
come here."
I almost dropped Anne on the floor, who giggling, ran outside to her three
new young friends and I took the few steps to Ingrid, "Yes Ingrid," I said,
very self-conscious of my now obvious sexual orientation in front of a fair
sized group of spectators.
She said in a no uncertain tone of command, "Get on your knees before me."
"Yes Ingrid."
She produced a studded-suede collar saying, "You are mine, are you not? You
want me, don't you, and I mean to own you?"
It wasn't really a question; she knew I wanted her and if it meant being
submissive to her that was just fine with me. I felt proud that she would
want me as her lover who did everything for her. Even if I had to lick her
feet clean and take orders from her without question, I would do it. I
really loved her and I could trust her not to put my health at risk or
really harm me.
"I . . . I . . . er, I think . . . " I stammered, somewhat taken back by the
time, place and my vulnerability, given I was in front of a growing number
of bemused onlookers.
"Alessia, my slave, of course you want me to own you. If you don't want to
be mine then leave me now. Your 'Liz Davenport' dress and stuff are for you
either way."
Softening her voice and looking at me as I looked up at her, "You decide
now, what is it to be?" her eyes were sparkling, lovingly but intense and a
little intimidating; a lot intimidating and I was extremely embarrassed and
humiliated. My whole body shook in a dazed shock, but I loved Ingrid and I
knew she loved me. It would have been awful not to have her, so I bowed my
head to her in deference.
"I will stay with you."
"You will accept my collar?"
"I will; I will be proud to wear it."
"Then pull your hair away from your neck while I put it on you. From the
time I do it up until we part, only I may take it off, so are you sure?"
"Yes, Ingrid, I am yours."
I lifted my hair and she took off my little choker, then buckled and locked
my new one, hers, in place. I heard the lock click and I swallowed hard.
Some people in the crowd outside started clapping and then most followed
suit. I felt a strange surge of lust and fright go through me. The sound of
that lock clicking shut nearly made me come: my labia twitching wildly. It
as all I could not to buckle over but I managed to stand somehow. The crowd
had gone quiet until we finished, but now gawked at me as they clapped.
Ingrid said, "Go to Anne, she will dress you properly."
I stood towering over her, but I felt warmth in me towards her that was
overwhelming me. Anne removed my bra and cleaned off the foundation cream
and powder from my breasts. I just drooled at her as she wiped the cleaning
pad over me. My eyes fogged over and my legs went wobbly weak. I wasn't
going to be able to keep it together if I were treated like this. I slipped
into the sexy dress again helped by Anne who delighted in touching me as
much as possible.
Ingrid continued, "The club rule in respect of not wearing panties in the
coffee shop now applies at all times, Alessia, my slave. I want to be able
to see your cunt anytime I want and I want free access to it, to any of you,
at anytime. Is that clear?"
"Yes Ingrid."
I shuddered as I said that. And I never use 'cunt' for pussy; I think it's
vulgar. The dress I was wearing had a centre split that was cut to gape open
and it would be difficult to not expose myself now and again. It seemed that
now I had stepped outside socially accepted boundaries, boundaries that
evidently were to be expanded way past anything I'd experienced or
fantasised about. I had only to make full-on passionate love in the nude, in
public, to achieve my original goal on joining the club. So, I was to wear
no panties from now on. I had my back to the shop window, but all three of
us knew people were watching.
Ingrid came round to inspect me. She leaned close to kiss my cheek, but as
she did she cupped my sopping pussy in her hand and rubbed it fast, hard and
furiously. Suddenly she stopped just at the point that I was going over the
edge. My eyes begged her to finish.
She looked at me asking, "Did Angelina say you could orgasm?"
"No Ingrid."
"Did I say you could?"
"No Ingrid."
"You nearly did just then, didn't you?"
"Yes Ingrid."
"Should I punish you, perhaps by denying you the privilege of orgasm?"
Aghast, I had no answer; I could not now deny my intent, I had admitted it.
I looked downcast, dismayed and mumbled an apology.
Ingrid said to me, "From now on you orgasm for my pleasure, not your own.
Now stay close to me with your back to the crowd and look into my eyes."
I did as she asked: I shuffled closer, and then looked into her eyes. As our
eyes met I felt her fingers sliding all over my cunt. She sought out my hood
gripping firmly it along its length. I don't know how she does this, it's a
knack she has. She then moves the whole hood back and forth around the
clitoris exposing it then covering it again. Slowly at first, then speeding
up until orgasm is inevitable. My eyes went teary as the inevitable
approached, but she had not given me permission.
I just quivered as the sensations swept me away.
"Anytime now sweet slave," Ingrid said smiling.
I stiffened rapidly, built to orgasm, and drenched her hand and my legs as
wave after wave of built-up tension washed away. My knees buckled, but Anne
held me upright. Ingrid whispered, "Good slave, come now; come until it
hurts, but from now on you only come when I say you can. Clear?"
"Yes Ingrid."
She slipped two fingers into my sopping silkiness curling them into a hook
and pulled me to her by them. I moaned loudly in ecstasy. My breathing
coming in short staccato bursts as orgasms continued with the second
onslaught, even if it was no more than extreme pressure on my pussy walls
and a tenderised clitoris.
"Come with me and we'll celebrate our new status: mistress and slave. But
first, turn and bow exaggeratedly low three times to your adoring audience.
In doing so you should also expose your delightful breasts in the process.
So nice slow bows, my slave. Start as soon as I go outside."
I stood there in a kind of trance, letting my honey dribble out onto my
thighs and the floor. Ingrid cleansed her hands by offering them to me to
lick clean. And then she left me with Anne while she spoke to Angelina.
"Stay here while I talk to Angelina. Anne, one favour please: look after my
property till I return."
I started my bows as she left me. I felt the weight of my swinging breasts
hanging from my chest. I tugged at the sides of the gorgeous dress to pull
it off my shoulders to open the front. I could feel it had opened. When I
reached the lowest part of my bow, I looked to see if my breasts were
visible. They were fully exposed, swaying, with tight throbbing knots for
nipples. My humiliation was now complete, but I loved it and they did look
good, I thought. I looked up for approval from 'Mistress Ingrid'. I got a
'thumbs-up' look.
My whole body tingled with the afterglow of that massive series of orgasms
that hadn't quite finished. I felt as if I were in heaven.
I whispered to Anne, "Help me finish this trip, please."
She smiled saying, "I've never experienced anything like this before, so
forgive me if I'm useless."
She put her arm around my waist and pressed three fingers deeply into me,
filling me. I gasped once again as she triggered another series of small,
but oh, so gorgeous mini orgasms. I staggered. She pushed me against the
shop partition where I leaned on it breathlessly, my head lolling about. My
pussy hadn't experienced three fingers that hard very often and the sudden
stretch sent me wild.
Anne's face swam before my eyes; she looked beautiful, but so was my world.
It had shrunk to the size of my body. I floated about and I returned to
earth satisfied for the time being. Anne rushed back outside to hold her new
friend, drawing her into the midst of the members. I saw Anne take her
friend by the chin and the back of her neck and kiss her gently for a long
time. I saw them break and the younger girl, about sixteen, perhaps
seventeen opened her eyes looking at Anne incredulously but lustfully. Anne
kissed her again, this time I saw mouths open and tongues seeking each
other's. Anne's hand slid down from the chin she had held to cup a breast,
her thumb seeking the hardening bump that must be there, under the girl's
top. Once again they broke apart, Anne smiled at her friend, the smile was
returned and they kissed even more passionately.
Anne, I saw, had moved behind the girl and Anne reached up under her top
while she kissed her neck. The girl's eyes focused on me, or more precisely,
my boobs that were for the most part still clearly visible. I knew I was
flushed in the face and as I still felt horny, most likely I looked as
though I was. Indeed, I felt dreamy hot and knew Ingrid was about. I was
sort of swaying on y high-healed shoes and my hips were moving provocatively
from side to side taking my breasts on a ride with them. I smiled back at
her as she caught my eye. Neither of us were embarrassed. It was almost as
though, at that moment, there was a bond between us.
Anne's hands looked to be busy under the short top and the girl's eyes
closed. I saw her reach in under her skirt with one hand the other was
raised to hold Anne's head. I was surprised to then see Anne raise the top
and two gorgeous creamy breasts popped into view. I quivered in excitement
as I imagined Anne suckling them. As it was, Anne's hands played with them
showing them off to the women surrounding the two of them. I suspected
Anne's friend was close to coming as I watched her fresh young face get that
pained, vacant look one gets when near ecstasy, although she still was
focused on me lustfully. Her hand working furiously under her skirt was the
last I really saw of her until later.
I turned away from that wonderful face, seeing from the corner of my eye
Ingrid approaching me following her chat with Angelina saying, "Did you come
again?"
"Yes Ingrid."
"Did I say you could, you slut?"
"No, Ingrid, but it was a contin . . . ." she cut me short,
"No is enough. You will be punished for disobeying me," she said, frowning
furiously at me. "As you blatantly disobeyed me, what do you think would be
a suitable punishment?"
"Um . . . I don't know, Mistress. I may not orgasm for twenty four hours,
but pleasure you several times."
"Yes, all right, but it's not enough. Give me your brassiere. A cunt and
tits like yours should be seen not covered." Ingrid spoke as if it was
matter of fact and ought to be permanent.
I shuddered in humiliation, 'slut, cunt, tits', all words not used in our
club circle, though common enough at university and so on. And wearing this
dress without a bra would show a huge cleavage and perhaps not cover my
areolas or even my nipples. I unclipped the bra from the back and slipped my
arms out of the straps, passing the offending item to my mistress.
To my relief my areolas were covered but the swelling of my boobs would draw
all eyes to me. Almost any movement by me, even walking, would see them
bounce or swing into full view. I felt my labia start filling with blood
once again. Soon I would be dribbling down my legs. It was as if I were
permanently turned on, in fact, I believe that will be true as long as I
submit to Ingrid in this sexual way. I understand that my mind and my glands
will now do this as a matter of habit or expectation after a period of
training.
I glanced over to the club members and saw Anne's friend leaning into Anne
contentedly. I grinned inwardly to myself. I held my head high as Ingrid
took my hand as we often did when together. I saw her looking at my breasts
and I proudly puffed out my chest for her pleasure.
"Come with us while we have a meal and a bottle or two of Champagne," and
clipping a chain onto my collar Ingrid, my 'Mistress', led me away.
To be continued.
By Alessia Gerini, copyright (c) 2002
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