“May I take your order?”

Violet’s voice coming from the speaker box sent shivers through me. I’m not sure what I’d have done if someone else had been taking orders today.  Probably cried. Today, of all days, I needed to hear her voice. To see her face, even if it was just for a few moments.

I was trembling, my hands clutching the wheel in an effort to keep them from straying between my parted thighs. The image of me on my knees, my face pressed against her pussy, my tongue lapping at her wet slit, my hands cuffed behind my back filled my thoughts with such intensity that it wasn’t until the car behind me honked that I realized that I’d been parked in front of the drive-thru menu longer than necessary. Trying to pull myself together, I took a deep breath and ordered my usual.

“Fries and a Diet Pepsi?” I managed, trying not to stutter, painfully aware that I was leaking all over my car seat. 

“Anything else?” she asked through the speaker box, adding, so quietly that I could barely make out the words, “Slut.”

I was sopping wet by the time I pulled up at her window, wearing a light green cardigan. All but two of the buttons undone, and a matching pair of panties which were visibly wet. I’d had on a pair of trousers earlier. They were now carefully folded on the passenger seat.

“Would you like ketchup with that?”

“Please,” I replied, watching as she added a note to my order before handing it over.

“Have a nice day,” she chirped cheerfully.

“Thank you.”

Unable to wait, I fished her handwritten note out at the first red light I encountered and read it silently.

I want to be there when you open it. Pick me up after work. 4 sharp.

I’d almost forgotten. She’d ordered me something and it was supposed to be arriving today. My imagination ran wild.  Clothing? A toy? My imagination ran wild.

When I got home, there was a package waiting for me. The one Violet had told me about. I felt a bit of a thrill mixed with curiosity as well as a little trepidation as I brought it into my apartment. I had no idea what it was, but I imagined that it was something that would make me blush. Glancing at the time, I realized that I’d have to wait a few hours to find out. I figured I’d check my messages and take a shower and a short nap. Recent events had left me a little worn out, both physically and emotionally…  

oOo

I pulled into the parking lot shortly before 4 and waited, pulling up Violet’s latest text once more. The reply to the pictures I’d sent her of me, my face covered with cum. I felt my heart racing as I read it.

You look adorable.  And hot. You didn’t come, did you?

She’d called me adorable. I’d just whored myself out by sucking the cock of a perfect stranger in exchange for some porn DVDs and she’d called me adorable.

I smiled, a thrill of joy washing through me. I felt… content. Happy even. I checked my watch. 10 minutes to 4. I had a little time. I’d dressed up a little. Nothing fancy, but something I thought she’d appreciate. Tight jean shorts and a pink halter top, partially hidden by my charcoal grey hoodie. No bra and no panties. Oh, and I’d tried my hair back in a ponytail with a pink ribbon. I felt a little foolish doing it, but I thought she would appreciate it.  I’d also brought a toy…

I tugged down the zipper of my shorts and inserted a small egg-shaped vibrator and zipped them back up again. I’d left the remote on the passenger seat for her. I spent a few minutes playing with my nipples under my halter before driving around back to wait for her.

She looked good, even in a fast-food uniform. Tight red pants and a white blouse under an unzipped red coat. Honestly, she’d look good no matter how she was dressed.

“What is this?” she asked, picking up the remote before taking a seat next to me, placing the black remote on her lap.

I shrugged, feeling a familiar blush coloring my cheeks.

“I thought you might get a kick out of it, Miss.”

She laughed, shaking her head and then leaned over and kissed me tenderly, at least at first, our kiss growing more heated as the seconds ticked by. She slipped her hand under my top and teased my nipple, pinching it, harder and harder until I let out a gasp. I felt the vibrator in my cunt come to life suddenly and began to squirm in my seat.

“I like having a toy to play with,” she teased, popping the ‘p’ in play.

Whether that was me or the remote, she didn’t say. Both, probably.

“Start the car, Jenny.”

“Yes, Miss.”

It wasn’t a long drive. Long enough for her to drive me a little crazy by playing with the remote. By the time we got to my place there was an embarrassing dark spot on the crotch of my shorts. There was also a package – a medium-sized box, actually - by my door.

“Good. It made it,” she said, excitement in her voice as she spanked my ass playfully while I was bent over to pick it up.  

What it was, I had no idea. Probably something kinky. I have to admit I was intrigued.

“Go ahead, open it, Jenny.”

We both settled down on the couch, next to each other, her hip pressing against mine. I giggled a little. Violet sounded like a kid on Christmas day. I got a box cutter from the coffee table and cut the tape and pulled open the flaps.  

I was greeted by the sight of pink colored latex. A few different pieces. I pulled them out one by one. Hot pants. Panties. Crop top. Dress. Full on catsuit. Draping the dress across my lap, I ran my hands slowly over it.  It felt cool against my fingers.

“It’s pretty,” I told her, sincerely.

“Be even prettier on you, pet.”

I felt myself blushing, a little thrill of joy sparking inside of me.

“I saw these online and immediately thought of you,” she gushed, pulling me close and kissing me on the mouth, gazing into my eyes intently. The egg-shaped vibrator in my pussy suddenly came to life again and I let out a soft moan as she broke her kiss off.  “I want to see how they look on you. The dress first.”

By now I was no longer shy about getting naked. Not in front of Violet or Amber, at least. I simply stripped down to nothing and let her help me into the dress. Fortunately, I had some talcum powder in the bathroom which she sprinkled on me first. It was still a little work. Once on, it was tight.   Skintight. And it was… transparent. Without anything underneath you could see… everything. My nipples. My cunt. Everything.

“I… I’m not going out like this, am I? In public?”  I asked, nervously after moving to the bathroom so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked hot. Sexy as fuck, really. The top had a high collar and long sleeves and the skirt was flared and very short.

“Possibly. Probably,” she replied, kissing me hungrily. Possessively, her hand slipping beneath the hem and cupping my smooth pussy, carefully removing the vibrator before slipping a finger into me, making me gasp with pleasure.

“Fuck,” was all I could manage, suddenly not caring who might see me like this.

“Probably let you wear the panties underneath it. At least for a while.”

I kissed her back, silencing her, and then she helped me up on the bathroom counter. I sat there, legs spread while she finger fucked me savagely for a minute or so and then suddenly stopped, leaving me wanting. Sometimes she could be so cruel.

“I want to see the catsuit on you, too, dirty girl.”

“Me too, Miss,” I replied breathlessly.

The catsuit was even harder to get into. I probably could have done it by myself, but having Violet help me was nice, especially since she couldn’t keep from groping me and making comments the entire time, calling me her dirty girl, her slut, her whore… By the time I viewed my reflection I was dripping wet.

It looked good. It felt good, too. I was encased from my ankles to my neck in clear pink latex. There was a zipper over my tits for easy access. One going between my legs, too. Violet began playing with it, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Make it easier to use you this way, Jenny. For me. For Amber. For anyone who wishes. What you’ve always wanted, isn’t it.”

“Yes, Miss,” I mumbled shyly, agreeing hesitantly.

It wasn’t. Not always. Only since I’d met Violet had it become somewhat of a need. An obsession, even. She took pictures. Of course she did. I assumed she’d send them to Amber at some point. Not that I minded. Truth was, I wanted her to. I wanted her to show me off to her friend.

“Haven’t decided which one you’ll be wearing on Saturday,” she said with a playful smile as she slipped a single finger into my ass. I let out a soft moan. It was humiliating and it felt wonderful.

“Saturday?”

“We’re taking you out. Remember?”

“Oh,” was all I was able to manage as she added a second finger, forcing my tight puckered asshole open. This time it hurt a little. Not that I cared.

“Where?”

She shrugged, fucking me slowly for perhaps half a minute before pulling out and zipping me back up.

“It’s a surprise,” was all she said.  

oOo

“Fries and a Diet Pepsi.”

Thursday and I was speaking into the metal box again, hoping that she would be taking my order. If not, it might be a little embarrassing when I drove up to the window. Above the waist I looked perfectly normal. I was wearing a pink blouse and an unbuttoned purple cardigan. Below the waist? The transparent latex hotpants she’d bought me. Like the catsuit, they had a zipper which I’d unzipped before pulling into the drive-thru.

“Fries and a Diet Pepsi,” she said with a smile, popping the ‘p’ as usual. “Would you like ketchup with that?”

“Yes, please,” I managed as she whistled softly when she got a good look at my exposed cunt

“Here you go.” She dropped a couple of packets into my bag, as well as a folded piece of paper, before handing it over.

“Have a wonderful day.”

“Thanks. You too.”

I drove off, heart beating against my ribs, and found a place to park so I could read her note, unable to wait until I got home.

Video Call. 7. Collar on. Nothing else.

It took me a minute to realize that I’d slipped my finger into my wet pussy and was slowly fingering myself while reading her note. I wanted to come so much. Maybe she’d take pity on me tonight…

oOo

7 o’clock and I was sitting on my bed, propped up on a couple of pillows, naked except for my collar as I requested a video call with Violet. A moment later it was accepted, and she appeared, a cheeky smile on her face.

“Hello, dirty girl.”

“Hello, Miss,” I said, smiling shyly, shaking a little with anticipation. I could only see her face. She, however, could see all of me once I’d set my phone up on the bed to give her a good view as I sat there, legs bent at the knee and spread, revealing my smoothly shaved pussy.

“You look hot.”

“Thank you,” I replied, blushing.

“Play with yourself for me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I simply reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit for her, sighing softly at how good it felt.

“No coming, dirty girl,” she said with a smile.

I simply nodded. She’d tell me when to stop.

Only she didn’t. She let me go on forever, at least it seemed that way, edging myself until I wanted to scream, never saying a word, simply watching and occasionally licking her lip while I writhed and moaned on my bed, drool forming on my lips, my tits heaving as I panted with lust. When I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore, she told me to stop.

“That’s enough for now. Taste yourself for me, Jenny.”

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, breathing a shaky sigh of relief as I pulled my fingers from my cunt and put them in my mouth as she watched, making a show of sucking and licking them clean of my juices, smearing them all over my lips and my cheeks, much to her apparent approval.

“Good girl,” she said with a smile. Remember. No coming. And then she cut the connection, leaving me alone, frustrated, and dripping wet.

oOo

The next day was pretty much the same. This time I’d been even more daring when I pulled into the drive-thru. I was naked from the waist down and I’d used bright red lipstick to write ‘dirty’ on one thigh and ‘girl’ on the other where she could read it. That night I’d finger fucked myself again for her over the phone. And again, she hadn’t let me climax, despite me breaking down in tears of frustration when she told me to stop.

“Promise to make it up to you tomorrow,” she teased, popping the ‘p’ as always. And then she hung up.

oOo

Saturday finally arrived and I was finding it almost impossible to focus on anything.

We’re taking you out she’d told me. I had assumed that ‘we’ meant her and Amber. Not that I could be sure. She had a way off keeping me off balance. I tried not to think about it too much, ‘tried’ being the key word. As the day wore on it was all I could think about. Where was she taking me? What was going to happen? Who was ‘we’?  By the time lunch came around and I was sitting in the drive-thru, ordering my usual, I was a mess. So was my pussy.

“Would you like ketchup with that?” She asked, a smirk on her face.

“Yes, please?” I managed, although not loud enough for her to hear, as I pulled the hem of my skirt up, far enough that she could see I didn’t have panties on.

“Good girl,” she mouthed before blowing me a kiss and handing me my drink and a bag. And then adding “Check your texts at 5.”

oOo

I did my best to keep busy and keep my mind from wandering but was forced to give up after about an hour.  Working at home certainly had its perks, one of them being I could strip naked and play with myself. As long as I didn’t come, I reminded myself. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself and once I’d started it felt so good to lay on my bed and slowly finger fuck myself while imagining Violet watching me. Then, deciding that I wanted to make my fantasy a reality, I set my phone up to record myself for a short while and sent the video to both Violet and Amber.

It seemed to take forever for the clock to finally strike 5, but eventually it did. A few moments later my phone pinged and I felt a thrill of anticipation. Trepidation as well. Before I could even read it, it pinged again. And then several more. I read them one by one in the order they had arrived in.

The first one was from Violet.

You look very fuckable, Jenny

I smiled at that, aware that I was blushing as well as I read the next message, this from Amber.

What a slut

I blushed even harder, her words triggering something inside of me. Before I’d met Violet I might have been offended. Now? I was a little proud. And very turned on.

The other five were mostly from Violet. All but the final one.

Stewart will pick you up @8. Be Dressed and ready

Your new dress and the panties. Collar. House keys. Nothing else

Do whatever he says. No questions

Amber and I will be waiting

And then, from Amber.

Last time was just a taste

I couldn’t help but remember what had happened the last time I’d been with Amber. It had been… eye opening and intense…

oOo

I was ready and waiting at the door at 7:45, not wanting to be late. I’d showered earlier and was dressed exactly as directed. I felt Very risqué. Not knowing where I was being taken left me nervous and a little scared and, strangely enough, excited. And yes, Horny as fuck.

Violet had said nothing else and, not wanting to disappoint her, I took her literally. No jewelry, no shoes, no purse, which meant credit, cards, money, phone…  I wasn’t sure I liked how vulnerable it made me feel.   

Stewart pulled into the driveway at almost exactly 8 and beeped his horn for me. If I’d been smart, I would have ignored it. Every instinct told me that this was foolish at best. And yet, I was too far gone in my addiction to Violet and what she did to me to turn my back on the siren's call. So I closed the door behind me and went out to meet him, the street lights illuminating me to anyone watching. Hopefully my neighbors wouldn’t be overly curious.

“Hello, Jenny.”

I managed a nervous smile as he opened the passenger side door for me. Last time I’d ridden with him Violet had made me suck his cock to cover our fare. I remembered it vividly. I am sure he did too.

Do whatever he told me to, she’d said. I had no idea if he was working on a script or if she was just leaving it up to fate.

“Where are we going?” I asked once I was buckled in. It took him a few moments to reply. He was too busy checking me out. The dress didn’t hide much.  I found myself blushing.

“Not supposed to tell you. In fact, open up the glovebox. Put your keys in.”

I did just as he directed, taking a deep breath as he started the car.

“Violet told me to do whatever you tell me,” I ventured, not sure if he knew or why I was telling him. I didn’t know the rules of this ‘game’ and I wondered if saying anything had been a mistake.

“She did?”

I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely surprised or not. Maybe he really didn’t know.

“So if I told you to play with yourself?”

“I would play with myself,” I answered, softly, my voice a little raspy with lust.

“Or suck my cock?”

I nodded. I’d been wet before but now it felt more like a flood as I realized he really could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t object, simply because she had told me to let him.

“What if I told you I was going to fuck you in the ass, Jenny?”

“I’d let you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Good to know. Not that I’m going to. I just wanted to hear you say it,” he said with a soft chuckle. “That girl really has a hold on you, doesn’t she.”

It wasn’t a question and it didn’t need an answer. I answered it anyway.

“Yes. She does.”

He pulled out of the driveway, put on some music, and drove. Where? I had no idea. He didn’t volunteer our destination and I didn’t ask. Somewhere out of town. At first we didn’t talk. I just sat there, my imagination running a little wild, my hands in my lap as we drove through neighborhoods unfamiliar to me. Eventually I guess he got tired of the silence.

“You like this?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, not really paying attention to the question, lost in my own little world.

“Your girlfriend treating you like this?”

“She’s not really my girlfriend.”

“She’s not?”

I didn’t answer. At least not right away. It’s not like we were dating. No romantic walks on the beach. No movie night. No fancy dinners. I didn’t feel the flutter of butterflies in my tummy when I thought of her. More like the tingle of lust. Amber too, although not as much. Or at least not quite the same. That tingle was mixed with a little bit of fear as well after what she had done to me in her basement.

“She’s my Miss. I’m just her dirty girl.  And yes, I like this. I don’t know why. I just know I do.  I guess it makes me feel alive?”

To be honest, I hadn’t really thought about it much. I just know that since this had all begun, I’d found myself craving what Violet did to me and how it made me feel, even when she was humiliating me…

“I see,” he replied. “Why don’t you pull your dress up and give me a peek.”

Blushing, I did just that, giving him a better look at my panties.

“I bet your wet.”

I was, too. Impulsively, I pulled them to one side, revealing what lay under them, illuminated by the dashboard lights. My glistening pussy. I could feel the blush heating my cheeks as he pulled over to the side of the road and pulled down his zipper, releasing his cock. He was already pretty hard. It was standing at attention.

“Get to work, slut.”

I didn’t try to pretend I didn’t know what he meant. I’d already sucked his cock once. Undoing my seatbelt, I leaned over and wrapped my fingers around him and then spit on the swollen head before taking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue over it.

He let out a sigh of pleasure and rested his hand upon my head, stroking my hair gently as I went down on him, taking him into my mouth slowly, letting my drool coat his cock and drip down his shaft as I started playing with his balls.

I felt his fingers curling into my hair and tightening as he began pushing my head down, forcing me down on him until I’d taken all of him into my mouth, making it hard to breathe.

“That’s it, Jenny. Suck it like a good little whore,” he told me, relaxing his grip and allowing me to slide up and down on him, fucking him with my mouth. It was sloppy. I had drool all over my chin and his cock was coated with it as I slurped at him. It felt do dirty and it was making me even wetter. I wanted so badly to reach between my legs and finger myself but I was afraid that, if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Fuck,” me moaned, his fingers tightening again. I could feel him swelling up, forcing my lips wider, and then he let out a gasp and came in my mouth while I have him fully enveloped. I felt his spewing into my throat. Unable to stop myself I swallowed about half of it, the rest filling my mouth as I pulled back. And then he came again, pulling me away from him so that his cum went all over my face.

Breathless, I started to pull away a little and made a move to wipe his cum from my face but he stopped me.

“I like you wearing my cum. Leave it. Now smile,” he told me, pulling out his cell phone and taking several pictures. “Sending this to your… Miss, Jenny. And her friend.”

I didn’t answer. I felt embarrassed and humiliated. And incredibly turned on. Closing my eyes, I tried to get myself under control as he put his phone away and started the car again, driving off to a destination unknown to me, cum dripping off my face and onto my dress, my thoughts a turmoil of too many emotions to try to sort out. Shame. Humiliation. Anticipation. Need…

The rest of the drive was made in silence, other than the music playing on the stereo. At least it wasn’t long before he pulled down a side road and slowed the car down in front of large ranch style house with the lights all out. There were what appeared to be stables nearby and even a small barn. Out front was a For Sale sign.

Stewart stopped the car in the drive, leaving the motor running.

“I’m supposed to… leave you here.”

He actually sounded a little apologetic, making me wonder what was going to happen after he left?  I wanted to ask him. Instead I simply nodded, suddenly shy as my pussy responded to the possibilities my imagination began to conjure up perverse thoughts. Was I really being abandoned in the middle of nowhere? I doubted very much that Violet would to that to me, which meant something was meant to happen. I just wasn’t sure what. My mind flashed back to that night in the park. She’s done things to me I’d never even imagined and yet it was a memory that I still went back to sometimes, using it as spur to finger myself to intense orgasms. The same with the night at the Jupiter club. Or the first time I’d met Amber. Or the time Amber had taken me down into her basement and…

I realized something important. I trusted her not to push me too far and, at the same, to push me past what I’d thought were my limits. So I decided to trust that whatever happened, it wouldn’t be too much for me to handle. That didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous as hell. Maybe even a little scared. After all, the thought that maybe I was wrong had wormed its way into my thoughts as well.

“One more thing.”

I blinked, giggling a little nervously, having forgotten that Stewart was still there. He motioned towards a tree standing in the front yard. An oak with low-hanging branches.  I hadn’t really paid attention to it before. Now that I was, I realized there was a chain with a metal cuff on each end hanging over one of the limbs. I didn’t bother asking what that ‘one more thing was’. I simply walked over the tree and raised my arms in the air, staying perfectly still as he fastened the cuffs around my wrists.

And then he went back to his car and drove off, leaving me alone and helpless on the middle of nowhere in a slutty latex dress and cum dripping down my face.

I don’t know how long I was there. It was uncomfortable. And it was cold out.  Thankfully, the cuffs were low enough that my arms didn’t feel stretched out and I wasn’t on tiptoe or anything like that. What I was was helpless. I assumed that Violet was somewhere nearby. Maybe even watching. And it didn’t look like anyone ever came out here, especially in the middle of the night, but I couldn’t really know for sure. What I did know was my pussy was dripping wet. I could feel my panties clinging to my lips and my nipples had grown so hard that they practically ached. What I really wanted to do was reach down and finger myself to an orgasm or two. I am not sure when I’d gone from ‘normal’ to ‘nymphomaniac’ in the last few months, but there was little doubt I’d made the transition.

So, unable to do anything else, I simply waited until finally I heard the engine of a car coming down the drive. It was impossible to tell who. Violet, I assumed, but all I could see was the silhouette on as SUV, it’s lights illuminating the road before it. It had to be Violet and maybe Amber. Eventually it parked in front of the house and turned it’s lights off. I watched uneasily as several figures stepped out, It was too dark to make them out, but not so dark that I couldn’t tell that two of them were women and three were men. I felt my breath catch as they paused, imagining that they were looking my way. Eventually three of them went up to the house while the other two, male and female, walked across the asphalt drive towards me.

Eventually, it became clear that it was a stranger. A guy in his 30s, perhaps, and good-looking. He wore slacks and a leather jacket over a white button-up. Then there was Violet.  I let out a breath I hadn’t been aware I’d been holding until that very moment,

“Hi, Jenny,” she said, sounding almost cheerful.

“Hi,” I replied, knowing I sounded somewhat pathetic. Not that I cared as I watched her approach, finally being able to see her face clearly. She was wearing jeans, a denim jacket, and boots. As always, she looked amazing.

She turned to the guy accompanying her, ignoring me.

“Didn’t I tell you she’d be perfect?”

I diverted my attention to him, shivering as he looked me over slowly, his eyes glinting hungrily.

“She’ll make a good party favor,” he said, leering, and I forget to breathe for a moment. Party favor? What did he mean by that?

“How is my dirty girl feeling? Turned on? Scared? A little of both?” Violet asked, turning her attention back to me. I detected a cruel tone to her words that was mirrored by her smile as she slipped her hand under my dress and cupped my pussy, her thumb slowly stroking my clit though the thin latex panties, making me squirm.

“Both,” I answered truthfully, my heartbeat quickening in my chest and she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a tender kiss. It felt… possessive. A declaration that I belong to her and she could do anything she wanted to me. She wasn’t wrong.

“Good. Tonight is going to be a little scary for you, but I promise that you won’t get hurt.” She laughed softly and kissed me again. “At least not more than you let Amber hurt you, dirty girl. If it gets too much…” she simply shrugged and traced the crease between my pussy lips with her finger tip, pressing against my clit momentarily, leaving me panting.

“Do you have a problem with that, Jenny?”

“No, Miss,” I said, shaking my head.  “What’s… going to happen?”

Her smile turned cruel again, causing me to shiver. “If I told you, I would spoil the surprise. Oh, one other thing.”

She pulled something out of her jacket pocket and shook it out a little. A cloth bag. It was black and there was a tie around the open end.

“I’m going to put this over your head. Don’t panic. It has holes in it, though they are small. You will be able to breathe. You won’t be able to see, though. First, open wide.”

I obeyed almost immediately and she took the opportunity to pull something out of another pocket and stuff it into my mouth. A pair of black panties coated with the familiar tang of pussy. Hers? I wondered. Or someone else’s?

Before I could put anymore thought into it she put the cloth bag over my head and drew the string so that it was secure around my neck. She was right. I was able to breathe. It just took a little more effort than normal, especially with my mouth stuffed with a pair of panties.

I felt as well as heard her smack my bottom, jumping a little, surprised by the blow. It was followed by a laugh. And then she pulled the crate out from under me so that I was left hanging by my wrists. A surge of panic washed over and I started struggling, pulling at the cuffs fruitlessly.

“You’re just going to hurt yourself if you keep that up, slut.”

Once the words had sunk into my head I did my best to calm down, my arms already strained and sore from being suspended as I whimpered into the bag over my head.

“Have fun, Jenny. See you later.”

And just like that, I was alone. At least I was pretty sure she had walked away and left me there. It was impossible to tell for certain…