Uncovered Desire

[BadForm]

When I got home there was only one letter in the box. It was handwritten and I recognized the writing at once - my neighbor Karen, from the house over the road. I picked it up and glanced over to her house, wondering why she would write to me. We'd been friends for a number of years now, good friends too. It seemed more than a little strange that she wouldn't just come over and say something if she needed to. I saw a movement in her bedroom at the front of the house and wondered if it was her.

When I got into the kitchen, I lay down the letter and put together the stuff for my dinner. As I ate, I picked up the letter again and opened it. I was shocked at what I read.


Freddy,

This is really hard to write, but I had to. I'm scared. I've been bothered for years by these thoughts... these dreams... these passions. God, this is going to sound weird given you think I'm some kind of celibate or something. I am, but its not for the reason I've always told you. I'm not even sure I can tell you now, but if I don't I'm afraid I'm going to get hurt.

Freddy... I'm a pervert. I mean, I've got all these dreams about being taken and forced to have sex, degraded and hurt. Debased and used. I've even got some toys I use... I have to use now I guess... when I want to cum...

This is really embarrassing Freddy, but you have to help me. I've tried fighting it, but I can't. If you won't take me as your slave, as your slut, I'm afraid I will end up walking the streets looking for what I need and I could get killed doing that. Please, Freddy, help me!

Karen"


I read the letter ten times before I realized I still had the fork of chinese hovering before my face and my mouth wide open. I dropped it and fled to my bedroom to grab a phone where I could see over to Karen's house. She answered it on the second ring.

"H-hello," said a scared voice.

"Karen?"

"Y-yes.. Freddy?"

"Yes... Karen... I just read your letter... What's this all about?"

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen

OOC: Karen Anderson - 30 years old, single, attractive, petite: 5'2", long golden blonde hair, sky blue eyes, 32B-24-32.

Karen has lived in the neighborhood since she graduated college. She has known Freddy since her first day in the neighborhood. He helped her move in. They have built and maintained a close friendship in the last eight years.

But Karen has a secret. Deep inside she isn't the peaceful, placid, conservative, celibate suburban woman she appears. She is a deviate. At least in her own mind. Her sexual desires would be considered strange and perverted by most of her neighbors. But she can no longer ignore those feelings, those needs.

Karen only hopes Freddy will understand......


IC: Karen wondered if the note to Freddy might have been a terrible mistake. But it was too late to retrieve it. Freddy had come home. He certainly would have read the document of her perversion by now.

Many times before Karen had written such notes, only to destroy them. But this time she had actually put the not in Freddy's mail box. She worried about how he would respond.

The telephone rang and Karen knew it was Freddy. She considered not answering. But she realized she couldn't hide. He knew.

"H-hello", Karen answered timidly.

"Karen?"

Y-yes.. Freddy?" Her throat was dry. Her knees were shaking.

"Yes... Karen... I just read your letter... What's this all about?"

Karen thought for a moment of hanging up the phone. But she knew it was muvh too late for that. She considered playing it all off as a joke. But she couldn't. Freddy knew. He knew her dark desires. He knew her deep, depraved needs.

"F-Freddy... I-I-I want to be," Karen paused, caught her breath. It was the moment of truth. "I want to be your sex slave, your slut to use and abuse." The words poured out quickly.

The silence on the other end of the phone seemed to last forever.

"Freddy, did you hear what I said?"

 

[BadForm]

Had I heard her? Yes, obviously. My mind was fighting against it. Slavery? Sexual slavery? Being used and abused? I didn't understand. I wasn't naive - I'd heard some people enjoyed pain or even being tied up but this was something new, especially coming from Karen. I could almost hear her fighting with herself about whether to put the phone down or not. I had to answer.

"Karen, I heard... I just don't understand. What do you mean you want to be my slave?"

It had to be a game, I just knew it. In all the years I'd known her, Karen had been an innocent. She'd dated occassionally, and I think I'd seen her bring one or maybe two guys back to her place. None stayed the night though. This just made no sense.

Even in my confusion there was one thing I did know: our old relationship, the platonic friendship and mutual support, the connection of equals, was over. Whatever happened now, everything was already different.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen was covered with a cold sweat. She felt an overwhelming fear. Fear that Freddy would reject her. She didn't know what she would do if he did.

"Freddy, I want you to own me. I want you to use me for your sexual pleasure. I'll do anything for you. I'll fulfill your wildest dsires, no matter how kinky. I'll be your sex toy, you fuck toy. You can use me and abuse me any way you want."

As the words poured forth Karen could vividly see such scenes in her mind. She imagined herself chained and bound, teased and tortured, forced to fuck and suck on command. Karen could feel her nipples harden and her pussy moisten at just the thoughts of such a life.

"Freddy, do you understand? I want to be your property, your slave for your sexual pleasure."

Karen could tell her voice had grown husky with desire. She needed to experience what she had only imagined. She needed to be used and abused. And she wanted Freddy to be the one.

 

[BadForm]

I could hear it in her voice, the mixture of anxiety at losing a friend and arousal at the prospect of what the future could hold. I was surprised that I could distinguish those emotions so well, but then I'd never listened to anyone this intently before. I needed to say something. I just wasn't sure what.

"...Karen..." I began uncertainly. "I'm not going to leave you..."

I stopped and considered what I had just said. It wasn't what a friend said to another friend. It was the words of one lover to a fearful other. Leave you... that implied there was an established "us."

I heard her breathing slow.

"I'm just confused. I mean, I thought you were..."

Were what? What could I say that wouldn't sound disgusted, judgmental or shocked. The last thing I could do now was risk pushing her away with an unintentional rejection. Not when I felt a growing admiration that she had taken so bold a step as to write the letter in the first place.

"...more reserved. And... why did you pick me? I'm not an expert in... what do they call it, domination?"

These were dangerous questions I realized at once. I'd taken a few counselling courses back in college and knew how risky it was to ask someone 'why' about something they were already nervous about. I stilled myself and thought about who was in need here - not me, but her. The best friend I had ever had. The woman I loved more than any lover. If this was what she needed, I had to learn... but it was the hardest, most confusing thing she'd ever asked.

"Karen, I'm coming over."

There was the sound of a strangled gasp from the phone.

"I'll be there in five minutes. I'll do this for you, but we have to talk about where we're going with this."

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen stood staring at the phone receiver. Everything seemed a bit unreal. Had she actually written that note? Had Freddy actually called? Had she realy told him her deepest, darkest, depraved desires?

Karen slowly placed the receiver back in it's cradle. She looked at herself in the mirror over the mantle. She decided to attempt a quick change. If Freddy was coming over to discuss this matter, Karen felt she should look the part.

She ran to her bedroom, tearing off her conservative, reserved clothing as she went. She knew just what she wanted to wear for Fredddy.

She got out her black leather bra and the matching crotchless panties. They were new. She had recently oredered them through a mail-order catalogue. She pulled on some red fishnet thigh high stockings. She quickly applied some bright red lipstick.

As she looked in the bedroom mirror, Karen saw a slut looking back at her. She hoped her slutty appearance would convince Freddy of the seriouness of her desires. She hoped he'd take her, that he'd force her to do things she had only imagined.

The doorbell rang, bringing Karen out of her thoughts and dreams. She grabbed a red silk robe to cover her body as she ran to the door.

 

[BadForm]

The seconds before she answered the door seemed to last hours. I had no idea what I was going to say or do, no idea what would be the right thing. How did you go about treating a friend as a slave, let alone a sex slave. How could I think of Karen as a slut? But if that was what she wanted...

It wasn't Karen who opened the door. At least, that was what I thought for a second. This woman was wearing a red silk robe, red fishnets, an almost whorish amount of red lipstick... and precious little else. And yet, in her face, in her eyes, in her build...

This was Karen.

Something happened. This gorgeous, sluttish beauty spoke to something much deeper than my rational, social mind. Her vision went straight to my crotch and I reacted. I put my hand up to push her backwards gently as I strode into the house. I pushed the door closed with one hand and encircled her with the other, pulling her hard against me. My arm rose so I cupped her head in my palm and pulled her lips into mine, claiming her, taking what I wanted. My other hand left the door and struck a line down the center of her gown, grabbing her right breast beneath it and squeezing it firmly. For long seconds I just took what I wanted, what, had I let myself be aware of it, I'd wanted for years.

Then I stopped.

"Oh god, I'm sorry... It's just that... you... God..."

I bit my lip to try to stifle my confusion before I upset her. She hadn't been trying to pull away from me, if anything she'd tried to pull into my embrace further. She wanted this, she really wanted this. But I had to slow things down and understand more.

"Karen. This is so hard. I mean, I've thought about you as my best friend for years and now you want to change all that. I'd be lying if I didn't say you turned me on. You'd turn anyone on... especially the way you look now. But..."

I looked at her fearful, hopeful, desperate eyes. I took her hands softly in mine and pried her nails from her palms where they'd been digging in to keep herself under control.

"Karen, I never realized you needed anything so badly, let alone this. I'll do what you want - Hell, I'd be a fool not to - But I need to understand what it is you do want. This isn't just about having sex is it? You're going to have to help me learn what you want, what you need... I mean, your letter just left so many questions. What do you mean a slave? a slut? What do you mean toys you have to use?"

I stopped on the word that had intrigued me. Toys. Somehow I didn't think she meant Barbie dolls and etchosketch. Did she mean dildoes? Vibrators? Did she mean something else?

"Come on, lets go to the bedroom and you can start by showing me what you mean by toys... and explain what it is that gets you off."

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen slowly led Freddy to her bedroom, the place she had always wanted to be with him. But she was nervous. What would he think when he saw her toys?

She led Freddy to the bed.

"Please sit down, sir," Karen said in a quiet whisper.

She opened the top drawer of her nightstand and began taking out items. Karen was certain Freddy knew about the basic women's toys - vibrators and dildos. She took them out first, placing them on the bed beside Freddy.

"These are a f-few of m-my toys, sir," she whispered, her voice quivering.

Then Karen reached further back in the opened drawer and withdrew the chain with the nipple clamps. She knew she was now revealing a more exotic realm of her sexuality. Karen wondered how Freddy would react.

"I n-need a certain amount of p-pain with my pleasure, sir," Karen attempted to explain in a hushed, quiet voice.

She opened the second drawer of her nightstand and removed the hand-cuffs, ankle restraints, hood, and ball-gag.

"I've n-never even used th-these, b-but I n-need you t-to f-force m-me, M-Master."

Karen looked into Freddy's eyes, unsure of what she saw there. Was it lust? Was it fear? Was it revulsion? Was it pity?

 

[BadForm]

It was everything; every emotion I could possibly feel ran rampant through my mind as I watched her pull out tools, toys, that I had never even seen before. Fear of what the future held, anger that she could have hidden something this important to her from me, pity that she had had to hide her feelings, lust for such a beautiful and passionate woman, respect for her daringness to open up now, hope that we could rebuild a different but still positive and in its way beautiful relationship and confusion about why she chose me all vied for my attention and in the center of it all was Karen's voice, Karen's face.

"I've n-never even used th-these, b-but I n-need you t-to f-force m-me, M-Master."

I took the nipple clamps and blindfold from her and ran them through my fingers as I thought.

"Karen, there has to be rules. I'm sorry if you don't like that, but I need to know we both have a safety valve here. This is just so intense..."

Rules, safety? Yes, but what did that mean. I thought a moment, unable to take my eyes off the things I was holding.

"Ok, first... either of us can end this any time we want. All we have to do is tell the other we don't want to be master and slave any more and it's over. Period. No questions. Yes, you heard me, I said end it. That means I'm accepting you, slave. And I promise I'll only end it if I think we're in danger of completely losing each other, like if I think I'm losing respect for you or something. And right now, Karen, to be honest, I respect your courage more than ever..."

I looked into her face and saw something there I'd never seen before. Love? Relief? Something deeper? She made to speak but I raised a finger to her lips.

"I'm not done yet. You said you want to be my slave, well, I didn't give you permission to speak."

I watched her for a moment and saw what I thought were conflicting feelings. She remained silent, so I continued.

"Second, you say you need pain. I'll do that for you, but I'm uneasy about it. So rule two is that you won't get injured. If anything I do feels like it is going to actually injure you, you let me know. And if I find you've injured yourself, then it's over. You never have permission to do that."

My mind raced as I tried to cover all my bases. "Third, even if we don't want to end it, if either of us is nervous we have the right to call a pause to talk about something. There has to be a sign... I know, since you want to be my sex slave, you will call me master. If you ever call my by my first name in the house I will take that as a pause. In such a case this master-slave thing ends for the day."

"Fourth," ideas formed in my head as the new relationship took shape. "You are my slave. That means you have no right to lie to me or deceive me. If I ask you anything, you answer honestly... and immediately. I don't care how embarrassing it is, if I find out you lied or anything this is over - any questions I ask are because I need to know."

I decided to take a pause and considered my options. Right now, I figured, she needed some assurance that I would give her what she wanted. I held out the clamps and blindfold. for her to take.

"OK, slave, you've heard some of my terms. If you want this relationship you'll have to accept them. If you accept them, then strip, lie on the bed and put these on."

The truth was, I'd never used either. The blindfold I could figure out but the nipple clamps I was afraid to even consider.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

"Y-yes, Master. As you command."

Karen unhooked her black leather bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. She held the cups in front of her diminuative breasts for a moment. Then, looking into Freddy's eyes, she let the bra fall, exposing her hard-nippled little titties.

She bent over and rolled the fishnet stocking down her left leg. She lifted her leg into the air, exposing her moist pussy in the crotchless panties, as she pulled the stocking from her foot. Then Karen repeated the teasing with the right leg. She hoped Freddy appreciated her neatly trimmed true blonde pussy.

Karen turned her back to Freddy and slowly pulled down those naughty panties. As she kicked them off she turned to face Freddy, completely nude.

Karen lay back on the bed, smiled at hew new master and pulled the blindfold over her eyes. Then she carefully felt for the nipple clamps. Very carefully she attached the clamp to her hardened right nipple.

"MMMmmm!!! OOOooohhh!!" Karen moaned in both pain and pleasure.

She then attached the other clamp to her left nipple, spreading her legs as she did. Never in her life had Karen felt so horny, so needy, so slutty, so alive.

"I am yours, master, to do with as you will."

 

[BadForm]

I winced as I watched her apply the nipple clamps. It was all I could do not to run away right there and then but... she seemed happy, no, excited. She really did enjoy this and I began to realize just how important having a trustworthy master would be. Very few people would give her what she wanted, needed perhaps. Of those that would, hardly any would not simply be abusers and rapists; at least, not that she could easily find. The fear of what would happen to her if I didn't take her as my slave made me decide to carry on.

Of course, the fact that despite the bizarre toys she used she looked so gorgeous didn't hurt either. The vision bypassed my brain on the way to my libido and I was at once too aroused to make dropping my trousers easy. As quickly as I could, I stripped off my lower clothes and moved between her legs.

I let my cock rest at the opening of her vagina for a few seconds, teasing her with the delay. Then, rapidly and forcefully, I thrust inside. I expected friction, something to add a little more pain. I was suprised to find I slipped into her so easily. She was more than just wet. I leaned over her, slapping my hand down onto her right breast and watching the climps jump as I began to thrust. Then a thought occurred to me.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear as I continued to move. "A slave shouldn't speak to her master unless told to. I just told you to take the position."

I bent to her shoulder and bit her suddenly - not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her feel the pain. And then I speeded up, pushing myself towards my own impending orgasm. I told her I was going to cum, and I told her I wanted her to do so too. Then I grabbed what I could of her breasts and squeezed hard, pulling myself into her one final time.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Never in her life had Karen been so forcefully fucked. She felt taken, as if she were being raped. As if she were being used and abused, treated as a fuck toy, an object to bring a man pleasure. And she loved it!

From the very first thrust she was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. But Karen knew she should not cum before her Master. She fucked back to him, trying to bring him pleasure.

Feeling her Master's teeth on her shoulder brought her the realization that he owned her. She was his. His slut. His slave.

Karen was so gald her Master gave her permission to cum. Becuase feeling his hot load exploding inside her, she could not have stopped herself from cumming. And she came and came and came, like she never had before.

Though she tried to reamin silent, Karen found herself screaming out in ecstasy, "MMMmmm!!! OOOooh, FUCK!! YEESSS!"

She ground her pussy back to her Master, taking every drop of his precious cum into her pussy. Karen hoped her Master was pleased.

 

[BadForm]

I pulled out of her as soon as I was done, feeling her still spasming slightly around me in the last throes of her orgasm. I slapped her once on her inner thigh and smiled. I had done well, better than I imagined I could. If you had told me, just that morning, that by the end of the day I would have roughly ravished Karen, I would have either punched you or laughed in your face. It was so far beyond what I knew, that it seemed ridiculous. But I had done it, and I knew I could be what she needed.

"You did well slave," I said. "I enjoyed myself. I particularly enjoyed your scream of orgasm - that is one area where you must never remain silent. I may at some other point decide to punish you if you break an order of silence by screaming your pleasure but if you orgasm you must always show me by crying out. You did well. You will learn to do better still."

I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was a taunt that tied in to the debasement she seemed to seek. I decided that, unless she objected, we would do this thing fully. I was beginning to feel that merely playing at Master and slave in the bedroom would not satisfy her that, in fact, she needed to know she was always controlled. I decided to affirm this.

"Slave, you will answer me. Do you surrender yourself to me as my slave at all times and not merely in the bedroom? If so you will still be required to go to work, to act as you normally would in many situations, but you must always understand I have control of you. If I give you a command you will obey."

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen was still cumming even as Freddy withdrew his lovely cock from her lusting cunt. She tried to stiffle a moan of protest. It sounded like another moan of lust.

"MMMmmm!!!"

Karen had never cum so long or so loudly. Finally she had had gotten what she so desperately needed. She hoped for more of the same.

Karen nodded her haed silently as her new Master explained his expectations.

"Yes, Master, I am your slave, totally and completly. I surrender myself to you. I will obey any and all commands. You have complete control over me."

Karen smiled, hoping her Master would not mind. This was exactly what she wanted, what she needed, what she had dreamed of for so long. She wanted to hug and kiss her Master, to thank him for allowing her the pleasure and honor of being his slave. But she knew that it was nother place to do so. It was up to her Master to initiate physical contact. She existed only for his pleasure.

 

[BadForm]

I leant over her face a moment and kissed her softly on the lips. I was glad to see she was smiling. Even though I knew now what she needed, I would need to find a lot of reassurance of that as we progressed and somehow I didn't think asking her would fit in with the mood of what she, as a slave, needed. "Do you mind if..." hardly seemed a masterful thing to say.

"I am glad you enjoyed that," I said. "More, I am glad to see you realize you must show me with your body, with your face, how you feel. Never hide your feelings. I may choose to ignore them, but never hide them from me. Now, take your clamps off. Their overuse may cause harm to my body."

I saw her forehead wrinkle slightly. It was a phrase that had come to me at the last minute and I knew I would have to explain.

"You are my slave. Everything you are is mine. Your body, is my body. You have no right to harm it, even if doing so causes you pleasure. Do not, however, remove your blindfold or sit up until ordered to."

I parted from her and went to the chest of drawers in her room. One by one I opened the drawers and pulled out the clothes within. These I dropped onto the floor in two piles. One pile had all her more reserved clothes - the long dresses, the baggy t-shirts and sweatshirts, rugged jeans, long skirts and most of her suit trousers. It also had almost all of her underwear. The other pile had clothes bought when she was one size smaller, which would be very form hugging now. It had miniskirts, tight shorts, and blouses that would be valid dressware in the office where she worked but had a neckline that plunged almost beyond the decent. As a final consideration, I dropped a couple of pairs of the cutaway underwear I fould on the second pile. Only a couple, the others I put in the first pile.

"Sit up slave and take your blindfold off," I commanded.

She did, blinking in the sudden light as she looked down at what I had done.

"I am going to wash off. I need you to run an errand for me. One of these piles of clothes is totally unworthy of a beautiful slut like you. While I shower, you are going to take them to the Salvation Army so they can be given to someone who can use them. If you like, you can tell whoever takes them why you're doing it."

There was one thing I had realized. She could be loud when she came, and when she came in pain I had no doubt she would often be screaming. She'd spent so many years trying to hide who she was and I knew that as people heard her, that would soon end. It was better that she take control of the end of her own life, and embrace the way people would soon see her.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

As Karen drove to the Salvation Army she smiled. She was happier than she had ever been. Dressed in a mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, a blouse that was two sizes too small, the tope three buttons unbuttoned, she looked the part of a true slut. She had on no panties or bra. She felt so naughty, so alive.

She explained to the two men at the collection point as she dropped off the clothing that her lifestyle had changed. She was now a submissive sex slave. Their jaws dropped open at that revelation. And from that point on they stared at her intently with lecherous gleams in their eyes.

Karen knew her Master would be pleased with her. As she was getting back into her car, Karen spread her legts slightly giving the men a peek at her pussy. She hoped her Master would approve when she told him.

Karen wondered what new pleasures her Master would have waiting for her upon her return. Whatever it might be, Karen was ready. She was finally experiencing life and sex as she had only dreamed. She was determined to see this through, to be the best submissive slut she could be. She felt it was her destiny.

 

[BadForm]

The sky began to darken as I showered. It had been a strange evening and I had not realized it was beginning to get late. Karen must have been the lasy person at the Salvation Army store that night had she made it there at all. I let the water wash off the residue of what we'd just done and my mind drifted. It had been... what? I wanted to say it had been weird. But I couldn't. It had been strange and new but it had been more hot than anything else. I could hardly believe I was turned on by what had happened, but then, I couldn't believe there was anyone who wouldn't have been.

My stomach began to growl as I dried off. I glanced at the clock and realized I'd been there over an hour. I also realized I'd hardly eaten any of the chinese food I'd bought, being too suprised by Karen's letter. And if I'd been shocked by it, I could only imagine how she must have felt. She hadn't eaten. I knew it. We were going out.

I heard the front door open again and smiled.

"Slave, come and dress your master. And then we are going out to dinner. I think Ronco's should do nicely."

I picked one of the more expensive up-town restaurants deliberately. I ate there at times, just as a celebration, and knew their dress rules. They wouldn't stop Karen from eating there in the clothes I'd left for her, but she would stand out. I heard her almost running up the stairs at my command and as she entered the bathroom I grabbed her and pulled her in to my arms in a deep kiss.

"I'm proud of you, my little slut," I said when I broke from her. "It took guts to admit what you needed. Now dress me and tell me how you felt when you went out to give away your clothes.."

OOC: It's very hard to type with a cat sat on your lap...

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen could not contain her passion as her Master kissed her. She moaned deeply, letting him know that she found pleasure in his touch.

She was pleased to know her Master was proud of her. She smiled as she collected her thoughts.

"It made me feel so sexy, to be dressed like this and giving away my other clothes. I felt like everyone was staring at me, wanting me."

Karen wondered if she should tell her Master about flashing her pussy at the men. She decided that, as a slave, she should never keep secrets from her Master.

"I was very naughty, Master. I let the men at the Salvation Army see my naked pussy."

Karen dared to look up into her Master's face. There seemed to be a trace of a smile, but she wasn't certain.

 

[BadForm]

I watched her carefully as she explained what had happened. She was aroused, and that was good. It also showed me, however, that she didn't have much care for her own personal safety. She was almost as giddy as a schoolgirl at how she had been watched. That she had then flashed them a vision of her pussy was a major revalation. She needed me, and I would have to be careful. What would I do if something did happen to her?

I let her finish dressing me, telling her again how pleased I was with her, how much I respected her for the courage she'd shown. I hoped I wasn't getting repetetive, but I wanted her to know that however I treated her, and whatever I made her do, I was still the friend I had been for years. Finally, when I was dressed, I led her out to the car and we drove to Ronco's.

When we arrived, the place was packed. I led her inside and checked how long it would be until there was a table for 2 available. 20 minutes, I was told. I nodded and went to find a seat at the bar. Karen followed me, drawing looks from everyone - some disgusted, some puzzled, some shocked.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen relished the praise from her Master. She wanted him to be happy with her. She wanted to please him in every possible way.

Ronco's was packed, as usual. It was the best restaurant in town. And very expensive. Karen felt so lucky that her Master would take her there.

As they waled to the bar. Karen noticed the looks they got from the packed house. Some men seemed to undress her with their eyes. This caused a shiver of lust to pass through her body. Then Karen noticed that she was getting the same look from some of the women. This revelation caused her pussy to dampen as she became sexually excited.

Some people looked at her with disgust in their eyes. They just didn't understand. She saw some of her neighbors who seemed shocked at her dress. They would just have to get used to it.

As Karen sat on the barstool, her skirt slid up her leg to reveal the tops of her stockings and her garter. She instinctively reached pull her skirt down. But she stopped herself, looking in the eyes of her Master for direction.

 

[BadForm]

I shook my head as I saw her attempt to pull her skirt down. It wasn't as if she would achieve much in the mini-skirt she was wearing anyway, and besides, I was curious as to how she would handle it. I also had to make plans in case anything went wrong. She moved her hand away. The barman approached and I ordered us a couple of drinks - a soda for me, after all, I was driving, and a "long slow screw against the wall" for Karen. He rolled his eyes and moaned a little at the joke he hoped held a little promise. As he went to get the drinks I turned back to her.

"Karen," I used her first name deliberately. In public, however much of a slut I treated her as, I would not call her that. I felt it would cross too much of a line, not between us but in safety from those hearing. "I need to know something. How would you react if I ordered you to have sex with someone else?"

She gulped a reaction, and I wondered if she were afraid or excited. I guessed, a mixture of both. Her answer would help guide me in my plans for our future. Neither answer was wrong, as long as she were...

"Honest, remember. Be honest and tell me exactly what you're thinking, how you'd feel."

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen Anderson

Karen gulped, looked her Master in the eye. His question had shocked her. She hadn't considered such a possibility. Now confronted with such an idea, she found it exciting.

"I would do whatever would bring you pleasure, Master," Karen answered in a whisper.

But Karen knew her response didn't truly answer the question. Her Master had told her to be honest with her thoughts and feelings.

"I'd find it a thrill, being so naughty, so slutty," Karen again whispered. She could feel her nipples tingling and hardening just from thinking of such a scenario.

"Is that what you want, Master?" Karen asked, turning the table on her Master.

Now it was his turn to gulp.

"Please be honest, Master," Karen added with a smile.

 

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I sipped my soda and watched her. It was amazing how nervous someone who was bold enough to do this could be. It was also amazing that she would put such trust in me - not that I was a bad person or anything, but that's all I was, one person. And now I was her source of self-esteem and reassurance about her true nature.

"Karen," I said. "I want you to be happy. And I want you to be honest with me so I can make you happy. I admit, it's going to be painful sometimes when I give you to someone else to fuck, but I'm beginning to see you need it. You need to feel slutty. And there's nothing wrong with that."

I took another drink and watched her as she too began to drain her glass slowly. There was another reason. I needed to find a way to protect her should anything go wrong, and I realized she had given me one. With her acting the way she was, it would be only a matter of time until I had to use it.

After a while, the waitress came and led us to our booth. It was off in the back, surrounded on most sides by flowers. The long table cloths also provided cover. I told her to think about what she wanted to eat while I too perused the menu. At least, my eyes skimmed over it. My mind thought about what else I could do with her here. She was on public display, and here, in the relative privacy of our booth, I'd look to give her some other gift of sex.