Story: Dating Serviced, part 2

Author: Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to Ms. Fraser for her input and enthusiasm.

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Jacquelyn sat back down behind her laptop. She was naked and the knowledge that she had stripped bare at the command of a stranger calling himself SirMaxx filled her thoughts with horror, humiliation and surprise. At the same time, it filled her body with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and lust. Yes, she was being a good girl for Sir.

“Are you done getting undressed, Jacquelyn?” asked the words from the computer screen.

“Yes, Sir, I am naked now,”

“Good girl. Give your nipples a pinch and twist.”

A warm, blissful wave of sensation flowed over her with those words. “Thank you, Sir.” She raised her hands to her newly D-cup breasts and closed her fingers over both nipples at once. She pinched down firmly, biting her lip, and twisted them both. The feeling started as pain, spreading through her, but quickly turned to a deepening of her arousal.

“Now, I see from your profile that you’re a good little girl, but that you’re tempted by a few things – including sex toys. Tell me, what toys do you have?”

“I just have one vibrator, Sir,” Jackie replied.

“Oh dear, that will never do. Give me your email address.”

She typed it over to him.

He responded quickly, “Alright, Jacquelyn; I have to go out for a few hours, and now you do too. I’m emailing you a list of things that you are to purchase. You shouldn’t have too much trouble finding most of them at any major adult store, but there are a couple things here you will have to get at one of a couple fetish shops in the city. Their addresses will be in the email. There will be some clothing items on the list – things that a good little slut girl like you should have. Follow these instructions to the letter, and I’ll be very pleased.”

Jackie replied, “Yes Sir.” Immediately, however, her mind was full of worries. What kind of things was he sending her for? What was she getting herself into? What was she going to wear shopping?

“Oh, and a couple more things, pet,” he continued. I know that a girl like you must be quite needy – you’re probably all hot and wet right now – but you are not permitted to cum until after you’ve gone shopping. And you are not to wear a bra or panties. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

She moaned aloud as the wave of sensation hit her again. It brought fresh wetness to her pussy, and her nipples were stiff and aching to be touched. But how was she going to be able survive this way – her obedience so far had filled her body with need, but now that same obedience was making herself deny those needs. She was going to have to shop as quickly as she could.

“Be good, Jacquelyn, and enjoy your shopping trip. Once you’re back, you are to email me and tell me you’re finished, and then you are allowed to cum. Good bye.”

He signed off. Left alone with her thoughts and needs, Jackie tried to put things together. She didn’t understand her overpowering lust, not to mention the physical high that she got from doing what she was told. She’d never been like that – okay maybe once in a while she liked to be with a strong forceful man – so why all of sudden all this heat from acting like a submissive little slave? She started to pace around her living room, and the strange weight and movement on her chest acted as a continual distraction. She passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of her body – still naked.

“Oh yes, lets not forget these things,” she thought. What on earth was happening to her? She had sort of forced herself into accepting that her body had turned into the description she’d typed in last night. Was that profile affecting her mind as well? She sat back down at the computer to bring up that profile and at least remind herself what she’d entered. Before she could get to that, a chime sounded that email had arrived. It was from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately, and realized that she knew where those stores were. She sent the attached list to print without really even reading it. Her body was aching for her to move fast – she needed to be good, she needed to obey, and she needed to be done and back here and cumming hard and wet.

Problem one: clothes. Okay, the Juicy’s would do for pants. She wiggled them back on, pausing to enjoy the feel of the fabric on her bare flesh and reluctantly admiring her new curvy ass. Now, how was she going to cover up these tits? The t-shirt had fit over them, but the fabric was so thin with age that it was obscene. She moved into her bedroom and investigated the contents of the large walk-in closet. Buried in the back corner was what seemed like her only option. Her last Halloween back home she had gone with friends to a costume party in Boston. She’d thrown caution to the wind, as she knew she’d be moving. She’d stuffed an oversized bra full and stretched a genuine Hooter’s tank top over it. And there the top was, neatly folded, the owl’s eyes staring back at her.

Her body wouldn’t let her wait any more. She didn’t have a bra that would fit her even if she’d been allowed one, so she pulled the top on. She blushed immediately. Her new breasts were even bigger than her old stuffed bra had been so the tank top was a very snug fit. There was a very generous amount of cleavage displayed by the low cut of the top and in her current state of arousal, her nipples were poking eagerly at the white stretch cotton as well. She knew that she’d be drawing a lot of looks this way, but she couldn’t help it – she had to be a good girl and follow her instructions. With cash, credit cards and her keys in a tiny clutch purse, she rushed out into the city.

When Jacquelyn returned home hours later, she was a mental and physical wreck. Everywhere she’d gone male eyes had been fixed on her, filled with lust. Their hungry stares had humiliated her but unexpectedly they also made her more and more sex crazed. Seeing them admiring her ass outlined in the skin tight track pants or her bouncing breasts barely held in by the Hooters tank top gave her a palpable thrill – she was filled with an urge to show herself off more, to wiggler her ass for them, to squeeze her tits, to tug down her top and give them a look at her rock hard nipples. Her mind would race onwards, thinking of having their hands on her body, feeling them all over her, inside her. She couldn’t get sex off her mind for a moment.

She’d managed to soldier on, returning her focus to her shopping chores, knowing she had to be a good girl and obey. She wasn’t sure why it felt so good to make SirMaxx happy with her, but it did.

Without a bra to wear her breasts were swaying and bouncing with each step, even in such a tight top. It was certainly going to take some getting used to – if she couldn’t get herself changed back soon, that is. Plus they were so sensitive – it was like she could feel the fabric of her top pressing back against the firm flesh and stiff nipples. It was even worse when they slid around inside the top. Needless to say, her buds stayed erect during the entire trip.

If the stares and comments weren’t enough to mortify her there was SirMaxx’s list of toys for her to buy. There were things she’d never heard of before that trip, others that she hadn’t realized came that large, and a couple she still didn’t know what to do with. And the outfits he’d had her buy, she quivered just thinking about them. She’d hoped to find something more suitable to change into than her Hooter’s top, but even after all the money she spent, it was easily the conservative piece of clothing that would fit her new figure.

But now, dropping the many bags on the floor just inside her door, her body was aching for release. It was nearly driving her mad. All she had to do now was a quick email and she could cum and cum and then cum some more. Before she could compose her own message though, she found one waiting for her from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately.

“Jacquelyn; I trust if you’re reading this you are back from shopping, and hopefully you’ve been a good girl and gotten everything on your list. I’ll bet you want to cum quite badly by now. There is just one condition that I will place on that. You are allowed to orgasm but you must use the eight-inch dildo you bought today and you must do it outside. If you have a balcony or something similar that will be sufficient. Enjoy, my pet. I’m looking forward to chatting again soon. Now, go be a good girl.”

She nearly screamed with frustration and shame. Outside?! But her needs were too great to wait. She tore into the packages, and ripped free the eight inch rubber cock. It was particularly lurid; shaped and molded like a real cock and balls, complete with raised veins, but it was bright orange. Not exactly discrete, to say the least. Oh god, was she really going to do this? The realization that she was about to go out onto her roof deck in broad daylight in view of whoever might be watching and fuck herself silly with this thing only caused a hesitation of about two seconds.

She threw herself into one of her lounge chairs and wiggled her pants down around her ankles as fast as she could. Her lust became her entire world; if someone was watching she just didn’t care right. The dildo was a fair sight larger than her normal vibrator but her pussy was soaking wet and she had to have it right now. Still, she let out a deep moan as it pushed inside her. Her head rolled back in pure pleasure. Even the ache felt good. She felt she’d been trapped in the desert for days and this was her first taste of water. After the first couple minutes, she was accustomed enough to the dildo’s size to be driving it in and out of her cunt quickly, and her speed was only increasing. Her thighs were spread wide and her free hand was kneading and squeezing her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples.

Her body moved in a blur – she couldn’t get enough of the sensations. Soon, the dildo slick with her juices, she was able to reach her release. The orgasm had built up slowly, over hours really, and its release hit her entire body. She screamed out, and it seemed like every muscle in her body was wracked by spasms. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt by a wide margin – actually a serious of them, hitting her one after the other. When she was able to regain her breath and conscious thought, she found herself in quite a state. Her sweatpants were hanging on around one ankle and she’d pulled both of her breasts out of her top into the fresh air. They were pushed up and together by the neckline of the top which was straining beneath their significant burden.

The realization of what she’d just done hit her with a wave of embarrassment and fear, and she scrambled back into her condo. She wondered if anyone had seen her (or heard her, but she wasn’t really aware of how loud she’d been). A certain teenager was feeling very fortunate right about now and was uploading some amazing new digital photos to a voyeur website, but Jackie would never find out about that.

Back in her living room, Jackie tried to resolve her own actions in her mind. Before today, she’d gone days without sessions with Mr. Shakesalot, her vibrator. But now, she’d been driven to some very strange and non-typical behavior by these physical needs – not desires, but real needs. She’d started by stripping at his request, she’d given him her email address, she’d gone shopping and spent about $400 on the sex toys he said to, and about $800 more on some seriously kinky outfits. Now, she’d topped it all of with indecent exposure. As soon as she let her mind linger on the reasons, that feeling of pleasure she’d gotten – reading those words “good girl” from him, she could almost hear his voice say them to her – it made a certain kind of sense. It felt good to be a good girl, to make someone else feel good just by doing a couple things. And it made her feel so wonderful at the same time. But how could she go on this way?

She wanted to take a shower, but she thought she’d better put that off for the moment – she knew how good that water would feel. She wanted to clean up those bags by the door, but she didn’t dare do that either. She remembered from seeing those toys and trying on those outfits that her mind would go on autopilot, imagining those playthings on her and in her, or thinking of hungry eyes on her as her new body made the absolute most of those slutty costumes.

She needed to think of something else, anything else. She covered herself up as best as she could – tomorrow she’d either have to get her own body back, or go shopping for something that wasn’t obscene, just to be able to have something to wear. Oh god, what if she was still like this on Monday for work? She was too exhausted, mentally and physically to worry about that right now. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever cum so much in one day – not to mention adding on a very significant shopping trip. She grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge on her way to her bedroom, peeled off her tight clothing, and scrambled under the sheets.

Jacquelyn’s nap rested her body, if not her mind. Her sex drive seemed ramped up so high that almost immediately her dreams were full of erotic situations. When she awoke after 90 minutes or so with the bed sheet tangled around her body, the images lingering in her thoughts of herself, men and even other women was a shock to her. She was also hot and wet between her legs, and found the taste of her own juices on her fingers and lips.

She jumped into the shower and used every ounce of her willpower to keep her self-soaping to a minimum. Her new body was still a wonder to her though. Her skin was so smooth and evenly tanned, and her new curves seemed like a world your hands could get happily lost in. As she felt goose bumps rise all over her body, she quickly wrapped herself up in a bathrobe and went back to the living room, but not before noticing that her enlarged breasts made even her robe fit a bit tight.

It wasn’t quite a voice in her head, but she felt a yearning to check her computer. The fleeting thought of perhaps another opportunity to give pleasure, to show how she could be a good girl, put a skip in her step. And sure enough, there was email from SirMaxx.

“Jacquelyn my dear, I trust you’ve continued to be good. I’m eager to see you in the results of your shopping trip but I don’t want you to be too frightened, so I’ve come up with the idea of having us meet in public. This will happen tonight, at the club listed below. In order that I might recognize you, I’ve also listed below which outfit I’d like you to wear. There are also a couple additional items from your shopping trip today that you should bring with you. Please reply and confirm that I’ll see my good girl tonight as instructed at nine o’clock.”

She jerked her eyes to the clock in the kitchen. She could make it. She looked over the detailed instructions relating to the outfit that he had specified and her hand went up to her mouth in a gasp. Even alone at home, a deep hot blush colored her face and neck. There was no way she could do that, was there? She’d worn those clothes in the change rooms by herself and was nervous. Even submitting to the detailed input of the “professional” help at the specialty leather store had made her heart beat madly – but it had also warmed her. She didn’t understand it, but standing so close to that young woman with just a small piece of this kinky clothing had her considering new sexual options.

She made up her mind and typed her reply. If she had been willing to buy these things, she must be willing to wear them. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t planned on wearing them out on the street or in a public nightclub. It came down to one thing: he had asked her to, and the idea of disappointing him crushed her. She wanted to be a good girl. Being a good girl made her happy, happier than she would have though she could be so far from home, happier than she ever remembered being. And clearly, as she felt the heat build between her legs, happiness wasn’t just something that occurred in the mind.

It took her a fair bit of time and a significant effort to get prepared. She’d drawn her hair back tightly into a ponytail, and she was ready. She started with the stockings, sliding them up her legs, making sure the seams and patters were straight and even, and that the lace trimmed elastic tops were at the same height on her thighs. While she was at it, she zipped the spike heeled patent leather boots up to her knees. Next was her top. As she was to be covered only with a sheer black top, she had to be legally “decent” so she covered her erect nipples with neat X’s of black tape. She stretched the form-fitting top over her body. The neckline was high and the sleeves were long but since you could see right through it, it didn’t provide any cover at all. Feeling its silky touch over her breasts as she slid it on only made her nipples harder, and she felt even more exposed.

Next was the skirt, if you could call it that. It was deep red and it had a textured finish sort of like leather but it was stretchy latex and it closed with long laces at one side. It was maybe ten inches long, so she had to wear it low enough to expose a lot of her hips, not to mention the top of her tattoo’s wings, in order to cover at least most of her ass. Even then, there was a swath of bare flesh exposed all the way up her side, where the laces held the tiny piece of fabric stretched around her. It was going to be a challenge to keep covered, but as a good girl following orders, she wasn’t permitted any panties.

She took a deep breath, as she’d saved the most difficult task for last. She had to squeeze herself into her new leather waist cincher. At the store it had taken some assistance, but now she was on her own. But since she’d had it on that one time before, she knew it was possible. She lay on her back on the bed, and brought the leather around her body. At least it closed with a heavy-duty zipper, so she didn’t have to try and reach behind herself to do up laces. After about ten minutes of struggling, deep breaths and very small increments of movement with the zipper, it was finally on. She stood up, pulled her skirt back down over her ass, and took a look at herself.

Breathing was a bit tough, as squeezed into her outfit as she was, but she managed to gasp. She looked like a whore. Every piece of clothing seemed to expose her rather than cover her. The waist cincher gave her even more dramatic curves, drawing her in by at least three or four inches. And if possible, it made her tits seem even bigger. And with the X’s, all eyes were drawn as if to targets. The exposed flesh between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt managed to scream out for attention as well.

She double-checked her list of the sex toys she’d been instructed to bring along and tucked them into a black leather purse with a wad of cash. She stood just inside her door and ran through it all in her head one more time. She was a fairly respected and normal woman, who just happened to have a different body than she did 24 hours ago, and she was about to go out in public dressed like some kind of kinky whore to meet a man she’d never talked to before last night. And why was she doing this? Well, because he asked her to. Ahhhh, there it was again – just thinking about how she knew he wanted this and how happy he was going to be to see her sent that wave of pleasure through her. It started with a sudden wet heat between her thighs and radiated outwards, curling her toes and covering her breasts in goosebumps. She was going to be a good girl for him, and the wonderful sensation of the other people seeing her and wanting to fuck her silly would just be a lucky bonus.

She’d never gotten a cab that fast before, so she was a bit early as he pulled up to the address. She had figured she’d need another burst of willpower to keep going, but by now she wanted so much to see the happy look on SirMaxx’s face when he saw what a good girl she’d been that she couldn’t wait. “Oh god,” she thought, “maybe he’ll fuck me!” Her eyes shot wide open – how could she even think that? She’d never met the man. She may be dressed up like a slut, but she wasn’t one in real life. Well, at least she wasn’t one yesterday. Damn it, she had to get in there.

She was sure that when she walked inside that all eyes would be on her, and she was trying to prepare herself for it. On one hand there would be a rush of embarrassment and humiliation at having everyone see her like this, but on the other hand she was starting to feel like the lust directed her way by those that saw her was something she could feed off. It flowed into her and became her own carnal need. A handsome doorman hauled the exterior door open for her and she was in a small entry area. She pushed open the curtain into the rest of the club, and she knew she couldn’t be sure of anything any more.

The place was no ordinary dance club, or at least it wasn’t tonight. She was surrounded by other women and men in clothing not too dissimilar from her own. Most were in pairs, and more often than not one half of the couple was leading the other by some kind of leash. Around the large room were various alcoves and booths – some seemed to be filled of raucous gatherings and conversations and in others there was rapt attention to activities she couldn’t quite make out.

She didn’t hear him approach behind her, but she heard his voice as a raspy whisper, his lips not an inch from her ear.

“Jacquelyn, you are a very good girl, and you’ve made me very proud. You’re a very good girl indeed.”

She was trembling, her knees weak.

“Jacquelyn…,” he said her name like a question.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Cum.”

The orgasm walloped her without warning. Her moan was a near scream of pleasure. Her knees went weak it was only Maxx’s strong arms around her that kept her from collapsing. He lowered her softly to her knees as the spasms continued and as Jackie spoke a mumbled language only the other women present understood. When she finally regained some semblance of awareness, she was mortified. She’d just cum in front of all these people. There was no question they’d seen and heard her because most were still facing her way and they were actually applauding. Her thighs were soaked with her juices, and she could smell sex.

Maxx was dressed in finely tailored black trousers and a shirt that fit him snugly enough to let her know that he was a very fit man. He appeared to be a bit over six feet tall, maybe in his mid 30’s. As he leaned down to affix a thin leather collar around her neck, she noticed a distant but wonderfully exotic scent and just a touch of grey hair mixed in with the black. The best was to describe her reaction to him was hunger. He clipped a leather leash to her collar, and stood up before her.

“If you’re ready, pet,” he smiled down at her, “I’ll show you around. There are a few people here very eager to see you. I’ve told them what a good girl you are and they want to see for themselves.”

Oh dear god, what had she gotten herself into.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Dating Serviced, part 3