The third weekend in March could not come fast enough for Allison. She threw herself into her schoolwork, trying not to think about her times with Richard.  She did not have the slightest idea how he could work her more, but she loved the emotional conflicts and the thought of his control.  When she thought of riding in the car in only panties, she would get soaked, and hurry home to masturbate.  She was enjoying becoming Richard's pet.

As for Richard, he knew that he had this girl right where he wanted her.  A little rough nipple pinch or twist, and she would do anything.  He set up his plans for their next get-together.  This would be the time he would take her public.

The third weekend in March was cold, damp, and rainy.  Allison had bought some pretty lace thongs to wear for Richard, as well as some novelty panties.  She cut her final Friday class, which was an easy art class, and headed off to his place.  She drove all the way with a huge smile on her face, her legs spread in the car.

When she got to Richard's, Richard asked her to strip to panties, as he was in the mood for a bit of nipple play.  No role-play tonight, she was informed.  However, he did want her in panties.  She went into her bedroom (Richard, although controlling her and dictating the sexual activities, which consisted of fingers, toys, and blowjobs, never slept with her), unpacked, and brought her selection of panties, asking Richard which ones he wanted her to wear.  He smiled and told her to wear the black lace thong.  He told her to save the novelty panties for tomorrow night.  Allison had brought along three pair of novelty panties, including a pale-pink string bikini with black trim, a full bottom, and three cherries on the front panel.  She stripped for Richard and went into the kitchen, where the two at a light dinner and began a conversation.

"Allison, my pet," began Richard, "did you bring a skirt?"

"No, Master Richard.  Why?"

"Well," continued Richard, reaching into his wallet and handing the girl some money, "I have a surprise for you tomorrow night.  We are going out.  I wish you to wear those pink panties, a plain and simple white lace bra, the absolutely shortest jean miniskirt you can find, and a very tight top.  You will do that for me."

"Of course, Master Richard.  Where are we going?"

"To some friends of mine for dinner.  I think you will like them.  They are into the BDSM play.  I wish to show you off a bit."

Allison looked down at the table and smiled.  She thought that Richard just wanted her to dress in a very sexy way, and she agreed.  She had no idea what he had in mind.

The remainder of the evening was spent in friendly talk and watching a movie.  Richard tried a pair of nipple clamps on the girl.  They were a plain gold pair, connected by a golden chain.  Allison liked them, and said so.  They watched a movie, Richard teasing the girl a bit with some breast and nipple play, and then had Allison give him a blowjob.  The two went to bed early, as Richard knew they had a big Saturday ahead of them.

Saturday morning Richard and Allison hit the mall as soon as it opened.  Allison went to Victoria's Secret and bought a plain white lace bra, which showed a bit of breast.   After browsing some more, Richard bought her a white nylon sleeveless shell, quite tight and sheer, which clearly showed what type of bra Allison was wearing.  At the next store, they found the perfect mini.  It was a navy blue jean skirt, with a narrow belt, and just covered Allison's bottom.  If she bent over or sat, everyone would know what color panties she was wearing.  Allison giggled and the two headed home.  Richard lay out her clothes for the evening, and told her to rest.  She was going to have a big night.  Richard then went into his bedroom for a short nap.

At six, Allison dressed and had some tea with Richard.  At six-thirty, they left for the party.  Richard informed Allison that when they got to the party they would be in role-play.

After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived at a large and lovely home.  The two entered, and Richard introduced Allison to the three other couples present.  Everyone made small talk, had some wine, and Allison used her "Master Richard" wherever possible.  Richard simply referred to her as "pet."

The host and hostess had set out a small buffet, which was quite pleasant.  Allison nibbled a bit; she was much too excited to eat, and made small talk with everyone.  She knew she was the one to be shown off, as she was the only one dressed sexily.  Everyone else, including Richard, was dressed in a casual style.  She mingled, chatted, and smiled, enjoying the attention.

Eventually, the conversation turned to things BDSM, and the art of control.  Allison blushed at what was being said, as she had experienced some of it.  Everyone seemed to enjoy talking about his or her experiences, from mild to very serious.  One couple commented on Richard's pet, saying how pretty she was and that she had a nice figure.  Richard offered to let them see more, and Allison turned a bright red.  Everyone thought that a view of Allison would be lovely.  The next thing Allison knew, Richard was pulling her top over her head.

Allison was paralyzed with embarrassment, and Richard knew it.  He knew how to play his girl.  The top came off, followed by the skirt.  Richard had her twirl and pose a bit in her bra and panty, and then removed her bra, giving her nipples a hard pinch after the bra was off.  Allison thought that she would die.  Once again, the conflicting emotions of embarrassment and arousal came into play.

"I see you still have your panty fetish, Richard," remarked one woman with a smile.

"Always," answered a smug Richard.

Allison mingled, clad only in her panties.  She might enjoy herself.  It was kind of fun being the only one in a room almost naked.  She even took a little sip of wine, hoping it would loosen her a bit more.  But, in reality, she needed no loosening, and Richard knew this.  He would let her get comfortable a bit and then show everyone just how much control he had over the girl.

Some more small talk took place, and Allison noticed Richard talking to a couple off to the side.  He smiled at Allison, put down his drink, crossed the room, and began some nipple play with the girl.

"Come, pet," commanded Richard, "off with the panties.  I have agreed to show our host and hostess just how lovely a cane dancer you are.  They will provide a strap and cane, and you will provide the dance."

Allison's look of shock gave her away.  Public in panties was one thing, but having to do her cane dance before six strangers was a bit much.  Before she could protest, she got some very violent nipple pinches, and then Richard slid off her panties.  He had a strap in his hand; where it had come from Allison did not know, and he gave her a few stings on the backside.

"Now, on all fours!" he commanded.

Before Allison realized it, she was on all fours.  She was like a zombie.  The sting of the strap brought her back to reality for a bit.  She was naked, on all fours, in front of six strangers, and wiggling to Richard's skill with the strap.  She felt humiliated and aroused at the same time.  She hoped Richard would only spank, but that was not to be.  There were nipple pinches and tweaks, as well as some caresses over her mound by the strap.  Allison went into a zone, simply savoring the pain and pleasure.

Richard alternately spanked and teased for about fifteen minutes, giving her backside a nice warm-up.  He kept her down for a few minutes, observing her shaking, while he put on his surgical gloves and switched to the cane.  He carefully helped the shaking girl to her feet, had her lean over a chair, with her legs spread, and the began to rub the cane on her backside.

The first swat caught Allison completely by surprise.  She hopped into the air and gasped.  Richard smiled; this one was going to be precious.  He began his play to keep Allison off guard.  A few swats, followed by a rub on the bottom or over the mound with his hand, a few more swats, and then some nipple play.  It was all done with a syncopated rhythm.  By the fourth swat, the girl was dancing, hopping from foot to foot to some music that only existed in her mind.

After about fifteen swats, Richard stopped.  The whole spanking had taken forty minutes.  Allison stood in the center of the room, naked, legs spread; her hands on her head, gasping and writhing like a serpent.  Richard pinched her nipples and then spread some Ben-Gay liberally on her backside.

The folks at the party loved it.  She danced.  As Richard had said, she would make a great show pony.  She actually began to prance a partway through the caning.  And after Richard put the Ben-Gay on her bottom, she tried to hop away from the sting!  Allison was precious.

Allison cried a bit, and slowly waited for the burn to subside.  As the heat began to dull, she came back again to reality.  Six couples had just seen her, nude and in all of her glory, take the cane.  She was humiliated and aroused.  Richard walked in front of her, played with her nipples a bit, and spoke.

"And now, my pet," he said, tenderly, "Since you have given me much pleasure, I will give you some."

Allison shivered as he guided to the floor again, putting her on all fours.  And then she gasped.  He had his gloves on.  He was going to make her climax in front of everyone!  Sitting on her left side, his left hand began nipple play and his right worked in between her legs, fingering and teasing.

Richard worked swiftly, not wishing to torment the girl anymore.  He had taken her to the edge again, and did not wish to push her over.  As she got closer and closer to climax, he stopped his nipple play and began to tease her clitoris with his left hand.  Allison had a violent and sharp orgasm, almost painful, and then collapsed.

After the climax, Allison rested, lying on the floor.  The next thing she knew, hands were helping her up.  People were telling her how wonderful and marvelous a pet she was.  They also remarked on the lovely pink color on her bottom.  Allison smiled, and slowly came back to reality.

Allison blushed deeply as she realized that these six people had seen her naked, strapped, caned, dance to the sting, and finally climax.  And she had loved every minute of it.  She was very gracious, allowing the guests to examine her, and then looked for Richard.

"I must say," she remarked slyly, "I am a bit disappointed, Master Richard.  No beads?  No nipple clamps?"

"We will save that for another time, my pet," he answered, smiling back.  "For now, you have been more then beautiful.  You have been a goddess.  And, of course, I do have further plans for you."

The party slowly wound down, with Allison staying nude.  It felt almost comfortable at this point.  Richard allowed her to wear panties on the ride home.  During the ride, Richard had her drop out of role-play and asked her if she would like to be a show pony.  Allison had no clue what that meant, but giggled and said yes.

Sunday was quiet.  Allison stayed in panties, had a vibe and anal beads used on her, and gave Richard another blowjob.  At three o'clock, she headed back to college.
