The Letter

The letter only gave a place, nothing else. I nearly fainted when I saw the letter on the table because anyone could have read it. My boyfriend comes over all the time, my roommates could have opened it, anyone! If any one of them had found it I could have been exposed, everyone could have found out about my secret.
I went into my room and locked the door. I held the envelope and paper in my hands and smelled it, it smelled like her. The envelope was simple but she had written my name and address in calligraphy with perfect penmanship. There was no return address. I ran my fingers across the ink on the envelope and thought of her sitting at home and writing each stroke.

Next I opened the note that had been inside and, as is her style, she missed nothing. The paper looked old, like something used in the 19 th century. I was excited as I opened it, even though I had already read what was inside. I lovingly traced my fingers down the paper and read each word again and again. Finally I pulled out the box I kept locked in my closet and placed the letter carefully inside. I locked the box again and pushed it back to its place at the back of the closet. For the rest of the day I found myself grinning, an eager anticipation stirred inside me.
My boyfriend came over the next night and he and my roommates sat around and talked about sports, TV shows, who was dating who, and other things that seemed so trivial next to the experience I was going to have tomorrow night. Several times I lost myself in fantasy, thinking about what would happen. I was terrified and yet thrilled beyond belief. I found myself warm and I knew I was becoming wet. I closed my legs tight for fear someone in the room would notice, someone would sense the thoughts that ran through my head.
My roommates are as far removed from tomorrow night as possible. They are like me, proper; go to church, in every way normal. My boyfriend, well I’ve tried to share my desires with him and he makes an attempt at playful bondage and a little roughness, but to him this is all just a phase, something that his weird little Carlena is into and will someday grow out of. I love him, he is wonderful to me and I know that one day I’ll have kids and a house and a normal life but yet there I sat with my panties soaked through and a wet spot starting to show in my jeans! Just the thought of what COULD happen and I was reduced to a dripping little slut. There is certainly something wrong with me.

Later my boyfriend and I had sex. I’m not sure if he noticed anything off about my performance even though at first I found myself distant and even worse, completely dry. But soon my thoughts drifted to the letter and I lost myself in thoughts of her. I imagined her hands on my body, hurting me, caressing me, loving me in only the way that she can. Lost in this fantasy I was soaked again and my boyfriend moaned something to me as he thrust himself deeper into my drenched little pussy. He seemed pleased that he thought he had been the cause of my sudden excitement and I did not tell him otherwise. After he rolled off of me and began to snore himself to sleep, I removed the letter and held it in my hands as I masturbated.

 

Friday night finally arrived and I stood alone in my bedroom. My roommates were all still at work, my boyfriend was somewhere between here and Chicago where his next sales trip awaited him. I had taken off work for the weekend and spent the entire day getting ready but I stood naked in my room with clothes laid out on the bed. I debated putting them on, I had never worn anything like this, never dared! Plus the site of my body in the mirror made me think I was fat, my breasts seemed to just flop down and my ass looked frumpy in the mirror. No, I told myself, I wouldn’t psyche myself out! I would go through with this, I would do what the letter asked.

 

I waited in front of the club nervously. I knew she was late on purpose because she wanted me to wait in front where everyone walking by could see me. As people passed by, I smiled and nodded and refused several pick-up lines by male admirers. Each time the guys would pass I noticed their eyes resting on my cleavage. I had never dressed so openly sexual in a public place before. There was little to keep my breasts from spilling over the front of the corset and I knew she would be extremely angry if I wore anything to cover myself. I felt the corset move down a little with each movement, each time I waved at someone, each time I turned. Soon my breasts would spill over the top and I would be exposed. How long would it take for someone to come and say something to me? How long would it take for someone to call the cops? But I knew that if I lifted my top, if I tried to fix it, she could be watching. She could be in any of the cars in the parking lot, hidden behind dark glass and ready to come out as soon as I did something wrong. I looked down to the ground as more party goers approached, and noticed that my right nipple was now completely exposed! I looked silly, ridiculous! How would anyone in their right mind stand with their nipple hanging over the top of their corset? I had to adjust, I just HAD to! I struggled to keep my calm as the people got closer; I knew that they could see my nipple already. Would they think that I was insane? But they were part of this party as well, certainly they wouldn’t get upset if a girl stood in the parking lot and her nipple was exposed? My fear got the best of me and I reached up with gloved hands and lifted the corset out and up so that my breasts dropped back inside and my nipple was covered.
“Greetings” her voice sounded behind me.

I screamed! How could she have made her way to me? Was she in the club all along? But I knew all along that she was going to see me if I did anything wrong.
“Mistress, good evening.” My voice came in an excited whisper, as if I were afraid that someone would hear me. I knew this too would only cause more punishment later.
“Head up.” She commanded.
I lifted my chin and once again averted my eyes while she hooked the leash onto my collar. As the metal touched metal and I heard the mechanical click of the fastener lock into the D ring, my fantasy was now real. I was no longer a young hotel manager, I was her property.

Inside the club was like most any other bar, people walking around, drinking, chatting with friends, only in here, people wore leather, latex, pvc, and many other assortment of outfits meant to tease and titillate. Eyes were now locked on me and smiles spread on the faces of both men and women as my Mistress lead me to a room in the back. I’m not sure if I didn’t do something right or if my Mistress simply knew this was what I needed, what I wanted, but she grabbed a thick lock of my hair and   pulled me to the ground. My hands flew up into the air, a simple reaction that got me slapped hard!
“Stop fighting me Carlena. Stop fighting what you want.” I whimpered into the floor, aware that a room full of people could now see that I wore no panties under the leather skirt.
“Don’t fight me Carlena, don’t you dare fight me. You know that I love your beautiful red curly locks and unless you want me to cut every inch of it off, I suggest you put your hands down!”
“Fuck you!” I spat. I don’t know where it came from or why I said it but I smiled defiantly. It was only a smile for a moment because her hand came down across my cheek and tears filled my eyes as I fell over.
“You are going to learn your place tonight!” She grabbed my wrists, nearly pulling me completely over as she yanked and forced me across the floor. I noticed a few people smiling and a beautiful woman in an extremely expensive dress watched with a smirk on her face and a glass of wine in her hand.
I’m not sure where she got the cuffs from but hard leather cuffs materialized around my wrists and as I continued to struggle in embarrassment and excitement, she pulled me up and hooked me to chains on the wall. In all the excitement I hadn’t noticed that, the fear I had earlier of my breasts spilling over the top of my corset, had now become a reality. My breasts were completely exposed and hanging over the top of the hard leather corset. It was painful and exciting and I noticed several people staring at me, at my exposed breasts. My pink nipples were erect and my Mistress wasted no time giving attention to them. She pulled my right breast completely free from the corset and massaged the soft flesh until my nipple was hard.
“Suck it!” She commanded.
My eyes must have been as wide around as the rings that held my wrists secure to the wall! There was no way that I was going to suck my nipple in front of all these people!
“Suck it you fucking cheap little whore!”
God, she knew what I loved and I felt my pussy getting warm again as all these people watched me. I looked down at my breast in her hand and then she slapped me hard across my cheek again! I gasped and moaned a little as the sting spread through my body, straight down to my wet little pussy. I bent my head forward, extending my tongue as she lifted my ample breast so that my light pink nipple was right in front of my mouth. I took it in eagerly and sucked it, licked it and did everything I could to give her and others a show.
“Now the other.” And she lifted my other breast up so that I could suck that one as well. A tingle spread through my body as I sucked again and felt the cool air hit my other wet nipple.
“Mmmmm…you are so lovely. I can’t believe a little fucking trick like you has made all those people believe you are such a good little girl. What…” she went to her bag and pulled out nipple clamps, “did you think that you were going to come here tonight and nothing was going to happen? That everyone would believe you were a good little girl?”
“I bet you thought…” and she leaned into me, “…I bet you thought that you were going to just come, have a few drinks, make some friends and then I would fuck your stupid worthless slut pussy when we got home! Is that what you thought little girl?”
She held the cold metal nipple clamp in front of me only a moment before placing it on my exposed flesh.

“Does that hurt little girl?”
“Yes Mistress.” I replied.
“Good!”

With both my nipples clamped tight and a chain hanging between them she turned back to her bag and came away with a whip!
“You know, I don’t even think you’re a good little girl. I think you are a cheap, worthless little whore. What little girl spreads her legs for Daddy whenever he wants a piece of that little pussy? I’ll tell you, a cheap little fucking slut! Are you a cheap little slut?”
“No Mistress.” I replied.
Then the hard leather came down across my breast. A flash of pain spread through my insides and I held my breath as she turned and brought another across my chest.
“I hate lying little sluts. I asked you to tell the truth little girl. Are you a cheap little slut!?”
“N..No Mistress.” I answered again.
The whip came down again across my chest, catching me just under my left breast and it hurt. The sting was nothing, I knew she was just getting started.
“You little…” Smack with the whip, “…lying…” smack! “Cheap…” smack! “piece of…” smack! “trailer trash!”

“Y..yes Mistress! Yes!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! “What? Yes to what?!”

“Yes Mistress, I’m a little slut. I’m a total trash whore!”
“Oh yes you are and we are about to show everyone here just how much of a fucking little tart you are!”
With this she lifted my skirt and her fingers pressed into my soaking wet panties, moving them around slowly, teasing me. I moaned and moved my hips into her fingers, trying to get them to rip through the panties and slip inside my wet little hole. After too short a time of this, she lifted her fingers and even through my panties her fingers were sticky and covered in my juices! She pressed her fingers together and pulled them apart to show me and everyone just how much I had covered her fingers with my juice.
“Yes you are indeed. That’s through your panties you little whore!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I saw the people crowded around and looking at me. I had never been so exposed, so naked before. I was both completely mortified and completely turned on at the same time. My Mistress pressed her fingers in my mouth and I sucked at them hungrily. I rolled my tongue around her fingers a few times and closed my eyes, enjoying every sticky finger drop of my pussies excited cream.
“Now, see the other end of my whip?”

I nodded.

“Well we are going to show everyone just how much you love being fucked! Let’s see how tight your little pussy is.”
She turned the whip around and took the handle and rubbed it against my swollen clit.
“No, this would be a reward wouldn’t it slut? But let me think…what about all the times you were supposed to send me pictures and didn’t? What about all the times I wanted you to call and you didn’t? What about the years that we could have been together and you were too fucking young?!”
With this she lifted me up and spun me around, dropping me so that I faced the wall. Then she quickly unhooked the cuffs and lowered them nearly to the floor. Locked in, I was unable to stand up and when I tried to bend my knees she gave them a swift thwack with the whip. With my legs straight my ass was pointed up like a little kitten in heat, exposed, ready for anyone, everyone to take me. My Mistress didn’t want me to stop here, she lifted my dress over my ass and let it fall across my back leaving my ass completely exposed to everyone! As if this weren’t bad enough, my panties were soaked through!
“I can’t believe you were so fucking young!” Whack!

“You fucking little whore!” Whack!

“Fucking little tease, little slut!” Whack!

Already my ass burned and I could feel the heat rising from the marks she had left across my tender little cheeks. I waited for the next insult, followed by the sharp pain of the leather whip across my ass but it didn’t come. Instead I felt the pressure of a large, stiff object pushing into my soaked little panties. It had to be the end of the whip. I opened my eyes and looked between my legs. I was shocked to see that instead of the boots of my Master, there were the curving, lace filled straps of the boots of the beautiful woman who had been watching us from the sofa. She purred behind me and shifted her weight as she slowly pushed the fabric of my panties to the side and started to move the head of the whip across my moist little labia. It was hard and rough where the leather straps formed the handle but I was ready, ready for her to do anything.
She noticed me watching her from my position with my head almost touching the floor and she smiled. She turned the handle into me and it hurt, the hard leather scraped my tender flesh. She moved it back and forth like this a few times until I realized that the handle was deep inside me as I felt the pressure near my tummy.
“She IS a little whore! I could play with her all night.”
“I think she would enjoy that, she does love the attention, you would never believe she has chosen a normal life over this, would you?”
“Oh, Daddy’s little girl is so naughty! Is that true? Are you a little happy home maker?” my Mistress’ friend asked me.
“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.
“Want me to fuck you harder little slut?” She asked.

“Oh yes, yes ma’am.” I begged.

Without hesitation she pressed the leather handle deep inside me. I didn’t think it could go any further but now I really felt it pressing painfully into my cervix. She slowly pulled it out. I felt my knees go weak as the hard handle pushed into me again and in front of all these people! I cried out as she pressed it in faster and harder. I moaned and cried and begged her not to stop! But this is exactly what she did.
“Oh, we should take this little slut to a more private room. I think we are starting to gather a crowd of newbies. Let’s move her.”

 

They moved me to a back room where I was suspended by my arms, hips and legs. I was completely helpless to escape, completely at the mercy of my Mistress and her friends. They began by removing their clothes except for certain articles of leather and rubber. A slave boy made a bench for his Mistress and she sat down on him and watched as my Mistress strapped on a huge cock!
“Oh god, no, please Ma’am, please don’t.”
“Nervous are we?” and I was. I was terrified. What were they going to do to me?
She pulled ropes that were attached to my legs and my thighs opened wide. I was suspended facing down and my ass naked and completely open in the air. Never before had anyone put anything into my little ass but I knew that was about to change. My Mistress came up behind me and pressed her huge rubber cock into my little ass. I screamed! The pain was horrible, the sensation sent shivers up my body!
“Relax or do I need to give you something else to think about?”

“No Mistress, I’ll relax.” And I attempted to calm myself down breathing in and out slowly. My Mistress pressed her cock into my ass again and I slowly exhaled. The pressure and pain were intense.
“Good girl.” She whispered.

“Thank you Mistress.” I replied.

Her cock slipped neatly down into me again and I did my best to relax. I let out short little breaths trying to relax as I felt more and more go in! When would it stop?

“There, now you aren’t a virgin anymore.” My Mistress laughed.
“Yes Mistress, anything to make you happy.”
“Oh really? Anything?”
“Yes Mistress.”
My Mistress then started fucking my little ass harder and harder. Her thick rubber cock pressing down into my ass again and again. I screamed, I cried but it made no difference. She would not relent and I was forced to beg in front of all her friends.
“Seems my little slut can’t shut her mouth, can you put something in there Mistress Susan?”
“Oh my pleasure.” And with this she got off her slave boy and pulled him to me. She stood him in front of me, his cock already hard with anticipation of my mouth around it. I found myself hungry and eager to have his cock in my mouth and I had to suck in to keep from drooling.
“Oh yes, she is hungry for dick.” Mistress Susan stated.
“She IS a little whore.” My Mistress replied.
Then Mistress Susan bent down and held my chin up with her gloved hand and with her other hand she guided her slaves cock into my mouth. I took it in eagerly, the sensation of my Mistress still pounding my ass rocked through my body. I sucked on the head and then she pulled away.
“No, I want you to beg for it like you beg for Daddy.”
“Please, please Mistress, please give me that cock.”
“Oh no, beg for Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh Daddy, please, oh please give me your big stiff dick.” I begged.
With this she slipped his cock into my mouth again and her hand went around to his ass where I can only assume she inserted her finger! Oh my god! I had never seen anyone do anything to a man’s ass before! I was shocked and embarrassed for him. I tried to look at the others watching but she grabbed my face and held it firm in front so that all I could see was his shaved cock and pelvis. I closed my eyes but she slapped me and commanded that I kept them open. I did as she said and sucked deeply while my Mistress continued to fuck my little ass hole.
“Oh yes, so nice. What a good little slut toy you have.”
“Oh, thank you.”

Then everything stopped and with a sudden force I was lowered to the center of the room. I knelt down and my Mistress came over and whispered in my ear, “We are going to get something to drink and talk for a bit. You are to kneel here and not move. If anyone comes in and talks to you, you don’t talk back. If they touch you, you don’t move, if they fuck you, you don’t move. Whatever happens, you don’t move until I return.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I replied weakly.

Then her and her friends left the little room. There was no door on the room and others walked by. I knelt down in the center of the room with my elbows on the floor and my ass still sticking up high. I prayed as each person walked by that they wouldn’t see me. What if some guy or guys came into the room and saw me? What if they start fucking me? Will I disobey my Mistress?
A few people walked by and looked into the room but kept going. Then a young couple walked by and saw me and said, “Hey, what are you doing?”
I didn’t reply.
“Chuck, come here.” The girl brought in her boyfriend! Oh god, oh god, I nearly pissed myself I was so afraid.
“Look she is just kneeling here with her ass in the air completely naked!”
“Why are you here? Waiting for someone?” Chuck asked.
“God, look, she is so wet! Look she has stuff dripping down her thighs!” The girl exclaimed and it was true. Oh as much as I hated it, it was true. I was so excited but so afraid. Clear sticky juice was running down my thighs.

“So, what would you do if I put something in you?” The girl asked.

I said nothing.
She walked around behind me and poked her finger into my right butt cheek. I didn’t move so she poked again.
“Wow, this is kinda cool.” The girl said.
“Put it in her pussy.” The guy said.
“Oh come on, she is naked and just here like this, she probably has something.” The girl said. I was horrified! How dare she! Before tonight I had never done anything like this and how many times….oh I was furious! Then she pressed her finger into my moist pussy and I couldn’t help it, I moaned.
“Oh wow, she likes it!”
“I want to fuck her.” Chuck said.
“Looks like she wants someone to fuck her, you sure you want to do her?”
“Are you kidding me? Look at her, she is cute. I’m gonna fuck her.”
I bit my lip, the only movement I made. I prayed that my Mistress would come back in before he could do anything but would she stop him? Is this what she wanted? To see how much of a slut I was?
“God, I think she just got wetter.” The girl observed and she was right. Oh I was ashamed but I was so turned on and ready for him to fuck me. God, what was taking him so long? I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I wanted to be treated like a little whore and have everyone, anyone use my pussy. Oh god, what would anyone who came in here think of me? I didn’t care, I just wanted to be used by anyone who wanted to use me.
Then I felt his cock slide inside me. Oh dear god, he wasn’t using a condom! But it felt great.
“That’s right, fuck her.” The girl said.
“Oh god, she feels great, really tight.”
“She looks like a little slut, I can’t believe she would be so tight.”

Then he started fucking me harder and the girl reached under me and rubbed my tits. I was so ashamed I couldn’t even lift my head from the floor. I moaned and let him fuck me but tried hard not to move for fear my Mistress might be around.
“See, you said you wouldn’t have any fun tonight.” Said the girl.
“Oh god Katie, she feels so good.”
Katie?! Katie? I thought that voice sounded familiar but I wasn’t going to move and certainly not now. Chuck? Was this her friend Chuck from school? Oh god, oh GOD!

“Fuck her, fuck her good Chuck.” Katie screamed.
God, this was my friend Katie and she came here? Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. What a nightmare. Chuck was enjoying himself and fucking me like his life depended on it. Then he stiffened and he started to shoot off inside me!

“Oh wow, you are a bad boy, cumming in her like that!”
“Well she didn’t move, I mean if she cared she would like push me off or something?”
“Oh baby, fuck me like that when we get back home.”
“Yeah, let’s go, I don’t care about this party no matter what that woman said.”

As Chuck’s cum slipped further and further inside me I wondered just how much of this I could take? I mean why was I doing this to myself? What if they found out it was me?

“Ok, but I want to see her face first. I mean you just came in her pussy for God’s sake!”
“Hah, doesn’t matter to me. I think that’s what people do at these places. Weirdos.”

Then Katie did what I had hoped she wouldn’t do, she lifted my head and looked me square in the face. She screamed and I dropped my head, still afraid to move.
“What?!” Chuck yelled, “Is she like really ugly!?”

“No you asshole, it’s Carlena!”

 

That’s how my Mistress outted me from my normal life and made me her little slut. I couldn’t ever return to a normal life after that. Despite the fact that Chuck and Katie said they wouldn’t tell anyone they did. They told my boyfriend who cried! Can you believe it? Cried! I felt horrible, like I was somehow responsible for his well being but let’s be honest, what guy doesn’t depend on women for his well being? I tried to make him believe me when I said that it was a one time thing, it would never happen again but who am I fooling? When my Mistress commands, I’m her slut. Always. Forever.

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