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Subject: {ASSM} The Story of Jane - Chapter 2 (BDSM, M+F, reluc)
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Warning:



   This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following

story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of 
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO 
NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.



   This is a copyrighted work.  Copyright by rewue76 A.T. aol.com. 
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, 
written, permission of the author.



   Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone, 
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.





Jane - Chapter 2



  My fingers rubbed slower and harder across my clit and I could feel the 
panties getting wet. Thoughts were running in my mind, should I, could I? 
What will he want me to do? Can I do it? All this time I was thinking my 
fingers were turning my panties into a mess. In a voice filled with husky 
passion I told him that I wanted to be his slut tonight and I would do as he 
asked.



"OK great, now slow down you horny little cunt. If you come I'll take that 
dress off you and make you walk home." He had a big grin on his face. "We 
are going to a restaurant that we have never been before.  You are going to 
do exactly what you are told to do when I tell you to do it. No bullshit or 
the punishment will be severe. Understand Cunt?"



  "Yes Sir." My finger slowed to stop the orgasm that I could feel building. 
I could see that getting to the restaurant was going to be hard without 
coming but the prospect of losing my dress would keep that in check, even 
though I knew he wouldn't do that to me.... I hoped.



 As he drove and I played with myself he laid out my new rules tonight. I 
was to obey all his commands immediately. I had to address him and every 
other person we met tonight respectfully, Sir or Maam, except when Amanda 
was present. I was not allowed to cross my legs or let my knees come within 
1 foot of each other when I was sitting. I was to look every man we met 
right in the eye and smile.



"Pull that dress up so I can see you play with your cunt." His words were 
sharp, demanding, with an edge that I had never thought I would hear outside 
the bedroom. I complied by pulling the dress up above my waist and returning 
my hand to rubbing my clit. Sitting in the car with my dress bunched up 
around my waist and my panties soaked had my brain running in circles. What 
if someone sees me? I shouldn't do this in public. What if Amanda finds out? 
She will think horrible things of me. What about my mom? Oh god my parents 
will have a stroke... The humiliation of the situation was somehow adding to 
my excitement. The wetness was easily seen through the thin material of the 
panties.



 "Do a good job on that cunt. I want you so horny by the time we get there 
you want to cum for the whole restaurant."



 By the time we got close to our destination my juices had gotten the seat 
wet. You could easily smell the sex in the air.



 "We are almost there. For wearing that wrap you are going to get your first 
taste of punishment. I am going to pull up to the Valet. Don't you move or 
shift that dress and keep that hand busy until I tell you to stop. Got it 
slut?"



"Yes Sir" was what I said but inside my head I was screaming Oh My God!!! I 
can't let them see me like this!!! I could feel the blood rush to my face 
and I was sure that no one could be any more humiliated than I was at that 
moment. The worst part was the walls of my vagina were pulsing and I felt 
the gush of my juices. Orgasm was so close and he somehow sensed this.



"Remember slut, do not come or you will really be sorry."



A large moan escaped my throat as I choked back the orgasm that threatened 
to explode out of me. At that point I could not even speak. The emotion was 
so high I just nodded yes to his command. My fingers seemed to have a life 
of their own as they strummed my clit, rolling it in between and squeezing 
ever so tight. I could feel the blood pulse harder as he pulled into the 
parking lot.



"Don't stop. I'll tell you when. You are going to show the valet how wet 
that cute little thong is. He is going to get a good, long look at your 
cunt. Just remember this. Every time you don't obey me it's going to be 
worse for you."



 A young man stepped out of the door of the restaurant and moved quickly 
toward Joe's car door. I know he could see the lust in my face. This made me 
blush harder. His eyes never left me as he got closer. My face kept getting 
redder as his eyes traveled down my body. When he finally got the point 
where he could see all of me his feet seemed to get stuck to the pavement. 
His jaw dropped as he looked at my fingers playing with my panties. Joe was 
smiling from ear to ear and I could feel the blush extending down my chest. 
Thinking back to my instructions I kept rubbing and pinching my clit. I didn't 
need anything worse than this. The guy was younger, maybe 23 or 24 and he 
couldn't seem to reach the door. He just looked at my fingers playing with 
my crotch. Joe let him stand them for what seemed to be an eternity to me 
before opening the door. He feigned surprise as he turned and looked back at 
me.



"Honey stop that!!" He turned to the guy and said, "She's so horny I can't 
keep up. Tell you what take care of my car and she will give you a treat 
when we come out. Sound good?"



His smile grew as wide as Joe's was, "Yes Sir!!"



"Honey sit up and straighten your dress, stop playing with that cunt, get 
over here and say hello to the nice young man." My humiliation was complete 
I got out and walked over to where they were standing. Extending my hand I 
looked him in the eye and smiled, my nipples were so hard they were poking 
straight out and plainly visible. His eyes never left them. He shook my hand 
and said "Thanks for the view Maam."



All I could think to say was "Your welcome Sir."



"Come on Slut. Let's go eat."



 I took Joe's arm as we walked to the restaurant. "Good job slut. He liked 
looking at you play with your cunt. Did you like him watching?  Joe cut me 
off before I could answer. "I hope you did because I promised him a good 
show when we come back. Maybe you will suck him off behind the parking lot. 
I haven't decided yet."



 Joe was grinning from ear to ear and when he said I might have to perform 
when we get done with dinner I felt the air escape my lungs in a huge 
whoosh. I felt like I couldn't breathe.



 "You like that huh Cunt?" He said still smiling.  I couldn't gather enough 
air to answer him properly. My yes sir just came out as 2 squeaks.



"Now remember all your rules and follow orders exactly as you hear them or 
you will be on your back in that lot fucking every Valet in this joint. 
Understand?"



The thought of that happening to me was enough to force me back to reality. 
I gathered my strength and lifted my head, "Yes Sir I understand."



"Now relax and have fun with it. Make sure to stick those tits out. I want 
every person in the restaurant to see those nipples poke right through that 
dress. Make sure that cunt stays wet too. Once we get seated you get that 
hand back in there and get busy."



The thought of all of this came crashing down on me. Masturbating in a 
public place brought me to a blinding halt.



"Joe, I can't do that in public. We could go to jail. Too many people will 
see me."



 He grabbed my arm and pulled me around the side of the building, "Look cunt 
you had your chance to back out. You chose to continue. And don't feed me 
that bullshit anyway. I saw your face when that kid got a look at what you 
were doing in the car. You loved it. You almost came right there. Being that 
you have done well so far and we are new to this I will take it easy 
tonight. But make no mistake you do as you're told. If I tell you to finger 
fuck your ass on Main Street, you do it. If you don't you get punished, big 
time. Tomorrow if you want to stop, we stop. But tonight you gave up your 
right to choose. Are you clear?"



His strength of conviction brought a fire to his eyes I had not seen in a 
long time. He seemed so large and dominating to me at that moment I would 
have gone streaking down the road if he told me too.



 "Yes Joe .umm Sir I'm sorry it's just so new to me and I got scared..."



He cut off my speech with a touch on his finger to my lips and pulling me 
into a tight embrace he held me for what seemed like forever.



"I'm sorry too sweetie. I know this is a lot and I love you for doing it. I 
promise not to go too far. OK? But you agreed to this and you have to live 
with it for tonight."



 I looked up at him with a new found sense of love and trust. This man would 
never cause me harm. "I love you, Sir."



He beamed at the Sir and said, "I love you too Slut. Now are we good? Let's 
head in."



Sticking my chest out as far as I could, I moved toward the door with my 
Master. I was determined that I would do the very best I could to follow his 
orders, no matter what. He would take care of me. He would always be there 
to love me.



Most of those thoughts went out the window when he opened the door. I felt 
like every head in the place turned to stare at me. I was sure that the host 
could smell my arousal as he checked our reservation. I did my best to stand 
tall and let them see my hard nipples. Several of the women looked at me 
with contempt as we were escorted to our table, thankfully a booth near the 
back out of the view of most of the rest of the room.



"I watched a couple of the guys faces slut. I think your tits are a hit. 
Make sure that anyone that comes close gets a good look."



Joe's statement made me blush a deeper shade of crimson then I thought 
possible. "Oh and did you forget get those fingers in that cunt. Now! I want 
you so wet that our waiter can smell it."



 I slipped my hand under the table and ran my nail across my clit again on 
the way down. I was horrified to find that I was so wet it was getting on my 
thighs. I had never been this turned on in my life. I wanted to come so 
badly. Yet I knew I could never come while sitting here. My mind would not 
allow it. But my body wanted it worse than anything it had ever wanted 
before.



Joe sat watching me and smiling. He seemed to really be enjoying my show, me 
on the other hand, as trying to be as discrete as possible so that no one 
would notice. Our waiter seemed nice, extra attentive to be sure. Most of 
the time he was at the table his eyes were glued to my nipples. I'm not 
really sure how he got the order right but he did. By the time the food came 
my body had reached the point of no return, begging for release.



"Sir please, may I stop playing with my cunt?" I was begging as I would die 
of shame if I really did come here. Joe looked at me thoughtfully for a 
moment and smiled.



"OK slut you want to make a deal?"



"Anything Sir please I'm begging you."



"Alright, reach under the table and pull those panties off, right here, hand 
them to me and you can stop playing with your cunt all during dinner. Do it 
now."



 I was so relieved that I could not move fast enough to do this. My cunt was 
crying for release and soon enough it would have won out. Besides no one 
could see that I wasn't wearing panties, no big deal right? Lifting my hips 
I slid them off as easily as I could and handed them under the table to Joe.



"Thank you Sir." As my heart rate started to slow, I thought I might be able 
to get through dinner easily now.



"Open your legs more I want to feel how wet you are." He said as his hand 
traveled over my thigh and up toward my crotch. His face got a startled look 
as he reach the tops of my stocking and felt the wetness begin.



 "God woman have you ever been this wet?"



 "No Sir."



"Did you pee yourself? Or is that your cunt juice?"



Humiliated at the thought of saying it but I was to far gone to stop, "My 
cunt juice Sir."



 "I am beginning to think that you were made for this slut, a bondage slut, 
a butt slut, now a humiliation slut."



I had no way to defend myself, sitting here almost naked in a public place, 
with my juices running down my thighs and my nipples trying to poke holes in 
my dress. This was the horniest that I had ever been in my life. If we had 
been alone I would have ripped his clothes off and did him right there on 
the table. Slave or no slave, I wanted to be fucked badly. Sadly on the 
heels of that thought came one more, and I hope he has enough stamina to 
fuck my ass after. That thought brought another wave of humiliation to the 
surface. My god I am a butt slut. What has happened to me? As all these 
thoughts were running around in my mind. I was in another lust fogged world. 
Joe snapped me back as the waiters arrived with our food.



"Dear you OK?"



Answering with all the stability I had left, "Yes Sir I was just day 
dreaming."



I looked down at the table as the waiter was serving my food and to my 
horror I saw that Joe had put my panties on the table on the other side in 
plain view of anyone that got close to the table.



To Be Continued...

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