The Past Remembered

She felt his cock ram into cunt, and she gasped holding onto the back of the bench for support. Each time his skin slapped against her ass, she felt her ass burn. Before she could react, she felt herself lifted and then let out a small scream as he settled onto the bench, her ass making contact with his legs.

Then suddenly, his hands were on her tits, squeezing, pulling, feeling as though he were intent on ripping them from her body one moment, then quickly releasing them, only to grab them once more.

"Fuck me my slut, fuck me hard and take it all my sex slave, my slut. Now!"

His words punctured into her brain, and she arched her feet so the toes of her shoes touched the ground on either side of his legs. Lacey placed her hands on his legs for leverage, and began to raise and lower herself on his cock. Once more the welts on her ass rebelled at the friction of his skin and the heat of his body. Lacey quickened her pace, not quite allowing her ass to make contact to try to alleviate some of the pain.

The man behind her grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard and growling in her ear.

"I said take it all slut!"

Lacey grimaced at the pain, yet began to raise and lower herself all the way onto him. Soon she was concentrating on the cock buried in her cunt. He was stretching her, the head bouncing off of her cervix, filling her completely.

The burning pain in her ass soon faded somewhat as it was mixed with the pleasure she felt growing from cunt. She began to move faster and faster, feeling his cock flying in and out of her. Her legs began to ache, yet still the pleasure between her thighs was overwhelming.

Leaning back slightly, no longer moving up and down, Lacey ground her ass onto the stranger's lap, her hips rotating around the cock firmly buried in her cunt. Her moans of pleasure became louder, and she forgot the fact that she was outdoors, in plain sight. Her pleasure began to mount.
 
A Slut's Fan"

Ohhhh daammmmnnn yessss. Fucck me harder my slut. Faster my little whore... soooo hot, soooo wet, tiiighter than I'd hoppped."

One hand moves down and begins to lightly spank your pussy lips and exposed clit as the other teases your hard nipples. Pinching, rolling, tugging, flicking.

"Mmmmmmmm yessss," as my hips lift to meet you as you drop over and over with a meaty 'slap' to your welted ass each time. "Your ass is soooo hot my Lacyslut. Mmmmmmm."
 
His words only caused her to move even more quickly. The slapping at her clit sent shock waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Lacey shivered. Her nipples were rock hard, and the pulling, pinching, and pulling were causing her moans to rise above his.

Lacey could feel the heat of her welted ass as she ground it against him, before going back to bouncing on his cock. She was close, so very close, but this time she remembered her lesson.

"Oh, God, I need to cum....please, may I? May this slut be allowed to cum....please? Please??"
 
A Slut's Fan:

"No my slut. No cumming for you.... until you've given me your tight ass and are using it to fuck me.
"Then I may think about it."

The spanking of your clit stops and it's pinched to your movements stretch it as I roll it.

Now your nipples are what's being spanked and harder than your clit, but not tooo hard. Just hard enough to sting, to arouse.
 
The pressure eases up on her clit, and Lacey gasps as her nipples now take the onslaught of pain. Rather than slowing her movements, she lowers herself fully on the cock stretching her cunt to its fullest and begins to grind down hard,

As the stranger grasps her clit, pinching and rolling it, Lacey cries out as the delicate skin is stretched. Throwing her body back, in the midst of passion, Lacey leans into the stranger, feeling his body against her back. Tossing her head back, she leans onto his should, her hips grinding and rotating her pleasure.

To anyone casually walking by, Lacey would be opened and displayed as any common slut. But her mind wasn't on that. No, he had said he might let her cum if she gave him her ass. Let her cum. For her ass. Yes. Oh, yes.

"Oh yes, please - take this ass. Please ram your cock into my tight little hole. Please!
 
A Slut's Fan:

"Then tell me what you are and who 'Owns'. Lift off my cock place it at your slutty ass and DROP onto it. Impale yourself on my cock. NOW and fuck it slut, fuck it hard. Make me cum and you can too.
"You know the tricks. I'll be counting. Do it by 60 or you don't cum, but will wear mine instead after I've jacked off on your face and tits.
"Do it Now my Lacyslut."
 
His words spilled into her brain, but she was no longer repulsed by them. Or shamed. Lacey needed to cum, had to cum, and she was willing to do anything to acheive that satisfaction.

Already she heard him counting with each thrust of his cock.

"I'm just a common slut and whore - owned by you!" She cried out to the trees.

Swiftly, Lacey lifted herself off of the thick hard cock, and felt the head at the entrance to her ass. She relaxed the muscles, pushing outwards, letting the head push past her tight muscles. Grimacing slightly from the painful stretch, Lacey let her weight fall suddenly, gasping at sudden fullness in her ass. His cock was fully within her, her breathing was rapid and quick. And once again her ass felt as though it were on fire.

His voice increased in volume as he counted, and Lacey took her clue.

Leveraging her hands on his knees, she began to bounce up and down, feeling him stretching her ass, the welts still searing with pain. Lacey held her breath, and began to fuck his cock with a new fury.
 
A slut's Fan:

The heel of my hand grinds on your clit as three fingers hook into your steaming wet cunt and find your g-spot. Now every time you fuck me you're also rubbing your g-spot and clit.
My other hand beging to spank the underside of each tit in turn making the jump and bounce more than they were with just your body's movement. The tender undersides growing warmer and warmer, gradually hotter.
 
As Lacey continued to move, she suddenly felt the pressure of his hand against her clit, then three fingers shoved roughly into her cunt. The new feelings caused her body to go crazy - her clit and g-spot were both being stimulated and Lacey's mind was being pushed over the edge.

Just as she was responding to the sensations in her ass and cunt, suddenly she felt the hard slap of his hand against her breasts. Each time her breasts bounced down, his hand was there, slapping at the tender skin, and Lacey could feel it growing warmer and warmer. The sound of his hand hitting her breasts, urged Lacey to quicken her movements, wanting, needing to feel the pain in her breasts.

The need to cum was strong for her once again. She dug her nails into his hips as her legs flexed next to each of his own. She clenched down with the muscles in her ass, milking his cock within her, pulling at him, almost willing him to cum inside of her.

With his hand and fingers toying with her clit and g-spot, Lacey knew she would not be able to hold out for long. She almost there, and could feel herself being drawn closer and closer to climax. Throwing her head back, she cried out in the frustration of not being able to receive immediate satisfaction, but having to hold it back.

"Please," she growled, almost under her breath, "please....may I cum? Must need to cum....now - please!"
 
A slut's Fan:

"Hold it my Lacyslut. Make it last. Make it grow. Clench on my cock slut, on my fingers. Squeeeeze them hard and hold it or I'll punish you... harshly.
"Fuck me my Lacywhore and drink in allll of the sensations. Pleasure, pain, pain, pleasure... wait, hold it."

I can feel my balls tightening, my cock swelling even wider and know it's nearly time to fill my slut's ass with cum for the first time, but not the last that's for damned sure. Not the last time.
 
Lacey hears his voice and tries to hold back. Her mind tries to wander over other things in an attempt to forestall her orgasm.

But as his cock swells inside of her, stretching her even more, she feels the beginning of her orgasm building. She digs her nails into the meat of his thighs to keep from cumming, to fight what her body wants to do more than anything.

Breathing deeply, Lacey moves faster, pounding her body against his, absorbing the pain and pleasure in equal quantities.

"I want to feel your cum inside me so bad. Filling me, overflowing, dripping from my ass. Oh yes, oh please! Please let me have your cum!"

Lacey's efforts increase, her mission now clear: to make this man cum, and cum HARD!
 
A slut's Fan:

The fingers of one hand close on a nipple and slowly squeeze until it's as flat as it will go. The other does the same to your clit.

Then... then as you drop to fill your ass with hard cock again my hips shoot up as I arch my back, bridging to hold us both off the bench. Now your full body weight is pushing your ass down on my cock and as my balls erupt and my cock fires jet after jet of hot cum into your ass the nipple and clit are pulled and twisted and I yell, "CUMMMMMM MY LACYSLUT. CUMMMM MY WHORE AS I FILL YOUR ASS WITH MY CUM, CUMMMMMM."
 
Lacey felt him lift her with him, his fingers pinching and squeezing both her nipple and clit. Shots of pain and pleasure coursed through her body, as she threw her head back in ecsatcy.

As his hips bucked into her, his cum exploded deep inside her ass, and his moans and cries were enough to finally send her over the edge.

Lacey ground down as hard as she could, and gave herself over to the feel of her clit being pinched and pulled. She felt her body begin to shake and tremble, her eyes closing, and her lips parting. With a cry to the trees, her body stiffened and then convulsed on the cock that impaled her. She could feel her muscles rippling and contracted over the thick meaty cock that filled her, and the feel of it only prolonged her orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, Lacey tried to breathe normally, her body still shaking somewhat from her ordeal. She leaned heavily on his legs, feeling his cum beginning to drip from her ass, and her own juices flowing from her. Leaning back slightly, she released a sigh - before she remembered who he was and where she was.
 
A slut's Fan:

" I knew that you'd be incredible my Lacyslut, but had no idea you'd be this incredible," I say when I can talk without panting again.

"Now my assfucked little slut on your knees in front of me and don't move until I say you can."

Each tit's given a squeeze and twist then I let you go so you can obey.
 
Lacey feels her tits squeezed hard, and she moans softly. They are still sore and swollen from the previous activities.

Grabbing his knees for support, Lacey gingerly lifts herself from him, feeling his cock slide from her ass. She gains her balance - just barely - before she slowly sinks to her knees, letting her sore ass rest on her heels.

As she kneels and waits, the fog of lust lifted from her mind, the voice of Patricia returns. It begins to scream at her, berating her, telling her to fight, to somehow manage to get out of the mess she is in.

And as her mind mulls over different options, Lacey still finds herself patiently waiting for whatever he has in store for her....
 
A slut's Fan:

As you kneel before me, the naked freshly fucked slut I now own, I pick up your dress and use it to wipe my cock clean and dry before dropping it again, the satins of your use on it's bodice.

"Now my Lacyslut, for you are MY Lacyslut aren't you, I will leave you. . . for now.
"You will count to 20 very slowly. When you reach 20 you will return to the bench and you will use three fingers to fuck your slutty cunt. As you to your other hand will spank your nipples and your clit each in turn. Nipple, clit, nipple over and over until you have a screaming, crying, uncontrolled orgasm.
"I will call you when you've finished obeying me my Lacyslut."

I stand and pull up my trousers, move to the edge of the shrubbery behind the bench and say, "Begin counting. Now my Lacyslut."

Retracing my route, I very quickly behind the video camera again watching as you obey your new Master, although you may now realize that's what I am, quite yet. You will soon though, very soon.
 
Slowly she counted until she reached 20. Then she stood up and turned to face the bench, but he wasn't there. Did he leave? Was he hiding in the bushes? Would he know if she had gone?

Her ass was sore from being stretched, and still she sat down on the bench. With out him there, she felt truly vulnerable and exposed - almost fearful.

She spread her legs, and closed her eyes, the full humiliation of what she had just been through hitting her fully. Okay, she thought, maybe he'll just demand an orgasm and then let me go. Or at least she hoped.

She ran her fingers down her body, and immediately rammed three fingers deep into her cunt. She started to fuck herself, hearing the juices giving against her fingers.

With her other hand, she began a routine of slapping her tit then slapping her clit, then back to her breast.

It didn't take long before her body once more took over - and she became a slut once more craving release. As her fingers pumped her cunt, she threw her head back, and spread her legs even further. She felt her body begin to tremble and shake, and knew she was close.

When the orgasm hit, it was powerful. It wracked her whole being, leaving her shaking and tremble, her body convulsing, her cunt squeezing down on her fingers.

The phone did not ring.

Lacey kept cramming her fingers deep into her cunt, slapping her now overly sensitive clit and nipples, almost afraid to cum again. And yet, her body was now in control, and what it wanted, it got.

Another orgasm shook her body, causing her to cry out in pleasure as her body convulsed on the bench.

The phone did not ring.

Eventually she lost count of the number of orgasms her body was going through. She kept thinking she was going to stop with the next orgasm, and yet she kept continuing. What if he were not going to call? What if he were halfway back to DC laughing at the thought of her sitting here, frigging herself for anyone to see.

Her cheeks turned crimson, even as another orgasm swept over her body.
 
A slut's Fan:

I quietly moved back to the camera and watched as you did as instructed. I watched your face as you're orgasms gripped you over and over. Your body shuddering and contorting as you came again and again, harder and deeper each time. . . just like a slut. The entire city could have been watching you and you wouldn't have cared all that mattered was the next cum, the next orgasm.

As you approached the fourth one, I hit speed dial on the cell phone. It rang 4 times before it penetrated your lust clouded and befuddled mind and you picked it up to hear, "STOP SLUT NOW! Take your fingers out of your slutty cunt and lick your hand and fingers clean and dry. Do It Now my Lacybitch."

Unhesitatingly you obeyed and the camera captured the relish on your face as your tongue snaked out to lick all of your cunt juices from your hand and fingers before you sucked each finger in turn like it was a miniture cock.

"Now my Lacyfucktoy you will dress, hope you like the new decoration on it, and you will drive directly home. Once there you will strip and wait for my call.
"As you wait you will get out your sex toys, and I know you have them, and use one to fill you aching little whore's cunt. No fucking just fill it and keep it full until I call you.
"Obey me my Lacyslut. . . or else." and the connection was broken.

I captured your shock and distaste as you looked at your dress and the visible reminder of your afternoon ass fuck, but having no choice you dressed. The stains were visible to anyone looking as your tits strained the bodice. All would know you'd been fucked and were wearing the signs of it. . . like a slut.

As you began to slowly walk to the car, I packed up and beat you there by again taking the shorter route. I watched as you blushed each time anyone looked your way, especially when a few of the men made comments. Wish I could have heard what they said to use as a reminder of just what you are, my Lacyslut.

I discretely followed you home and as you parked I did too. Now in a workman's coveralls, the video camera in a tool box, I entered the building across from your apartment. It's roof was only two floors higher than yours and it wasn't any trouble to get there and set up facing your apartment and it's little balcony and I waited and watched.

Your light came on and I could see you as you undressed in the living room before you crossed to close the drapes. Your bedroom light came on and these drapes too were closed.

I waited 5 minutes so you'd have enough time do gather your 'toys' as instructed and set up the video camera again.

*Ring Ring* You answered on the second ring, "H-hello."

"Is your cunt full My Lacyslut?"

"Y-yes, it is."

"Show me slut. Turn off the lights and bring another toy with you. Come to the balcony and sit on it naked with your legs on the railing and let me see you fucking your cunt. Do It Now slut," and I silently wait for you to obey me.
 
As soon as Patricia got home, her only thought was to remove the dress she was wearing. The physical evidence of the afternoon was enough to bring her back to reality, and fill her with loathing over what had happened.

As soon as she reached her home, she stripped the dress from her body, vowing she would never wear it again. She kicked off the pumps, then examined the stockings as she removed them. Ruined. Damn!

She wondered how he would know if she obeyed him or not. How would he know? Still, if he were to find out, then what? Reaching into the nightstand by her bed, she pulled out a dildo that was one of her favorite toys. To her amazement, it slid easily into her pussy. She laid on the bed, trying to forget the afternoon's events, hoping he would now leave her alone.

The ringing of the phone unnerved her. As she picked it up, she already knew it would be him. And she wasn't mistaken. She gulped hard at her new instructions. Why was he doing this to her?!?! Why didn't he just have his fun and leave her alone? Why add the humiliation factor into it?

Patricia's mind rebelled slight - how bad would it really be if those pictures and videos were discovered. Really. As she considered her options, she realized they would mean everythiing. Her job, her man, her friends, her family. All would be touched in a negative way. All for a stupid decision she made at 18!

Patricia reached into the nightstand and pulled a vibrating dildo from the farthest reaches. She turned off the light, and the room plunged into darkness. She made her way out to the balcony, feeling the cool evening air pressing against her body. She looked around, but didn't see anyone or anything out of the usual. She heard voices from other balconies, and knew there were people about. Would they be able to see her? Would she be noticed? Her cheeks blushed crimson at the thought.

She dragged one of the chairs over to the railing and sat on the edge. Leaning back, Patricia placed her feet on the railing, spreading her legs. She felt like a whore, like a slut, just sitting in that position.

She placed the vibrator on the ground next to her as her other hand reached for the dildo still stuffed in her cunt. Slowly, she began to fuck hersel with it, feeling it slide back and forth, feeling her juices flowing. Despite the revulsion of her mind, her body began to take over, her hips rotating and rising to meet the toy each time it plunged into her. Before long, she felt Lacey return, plunging the dildo deeply into her cunt, smiling, enjoying the sensations of her cunt being filled and exposed in the night time air.
 
A slut's Fan:

As you obey, the camera captures it all. There's enough light from the surrounding apartments and building for the telephoto lens to capture a nice clear image of Lacyslut fucking her whore's cunt naked on her balcony for all looking to see and watch.

I wait until your first orgasm has claimed you before calling. *Ring Ring* goes the cell phone you wisely brought with you.

"H-hello."

"Hello my fucktoy, slut, whore. Enjoying yourself? It certainly looks like it," I chuckle evilly.

"Now my Lacyslut you will hang that dress where you'll see it as a daily reminder of what you are and that you're now Owned Property. My property. My slut to use whenever, however and where ever I choose.
"I want that toy deep in your cunt and for you to now fuck your ass just as I did this afternoon. You'll fuck it until you've cum again and again just as you did earlier.
"I'll call back and tell you when you can stop fucking yourself and with further instructions for you.
"Oh, and thank you for signing the new model's release this afternoon. Now with the current date on it and the deposits made into your checking account as payment for 'services rendered' there's no doubt that this wasn't just a youthful indiscression. Now there's no doubt that you're still Lacy the slut and painwhore and that's all added to what I already have.
"Do you have Any doubt that I know own you my Lacyfucktoy, pain whore?"

The camera keeps rolling as I watch you via the telephoto lens and wait for you to comprehend just how much I do Own you. Body and soul you're now mine to use or to destroy, which ever I choose. Now you know just how limited your options are.
 
As the words creep across the air space, Patricia begins to fully comprehend what has just happened. Her mind races, reaching for options, searching for exits.

"I could just say I signed that release under duress, and that would invalidate any such contract!"

"And would you really want all of what you did this afternoon pulled out before lawyers and judges? Could be rather interesting, don't you think?"

She could feel the sweat coating her body, her heart racing as she realized just what she had signed over to some one who she had not even seen! She sat there, immobile, frantic, and afraid.

"Now, Laceyslut, I do believe you have a chore to complete...." And the line went dead.

She looked out over the balcony, searching frantically for any sign of movement - but she saw none. she remembered her "chore", and she picked up the plastic toy, her mind rebelling at the thought. Rubbing it idly along her slit, she was surprised at how wet she was, how her pussy was responding to what was happening to her.

She shoved the toy into her cunt once, twice, three times. Then she ran it down towards her rosebud, and pressed the toy firmly against her. Her ass still ached from the fucking she had received earlier that day. Yet, she pressed the toy into her until it popped through the muscles and she felt the familiar fullness.

Sliding the toy back and forth, she began to feel her body responding to the feeling. Her hips began to move with the toy, her mind slowling urging her to seek fulfillment. Before she knew it, she was pounding her ass with the plastic toy, harder and harder, until she felt her orgasm building. No longer caring about such things as video cameras or releases, she was once more Lacey - fully slut and whore, only needing to cum, wanting to cum, caring for nothing more.
 
A slut's Fan - Now her Owner:

I watched via the video camera and saw the hesitation, then the resignation and now the active ass fucking my little slut was giving herself. It was evident that now it wasn't being done just because I'd willed it, but because my slutty fucktoy wanted it and need it so much. It was blatantly obvious she loved her ass fucked and was deeply into the sensations the dildo was giving her ass as she stroked it in and out of her rear most fuck hole.

When she'd finished her orgasm she just sprawled there in the afterglow looking like just what she was, a freshly fucked slutty cunt and fucktoy, but now I also knew that she was my bound sex slave and I controlled her as surely as a puppet master does his marionette. I pulled a string and she would obey. Reluctantly at first perhaps but with less and less hesitation as I brought back her true self, her Lacyslut persona.

When she began to move with purpose again the phone rang again. She jerked, looked at it then looked all around futilely seeking me before she picked it up and answered it.

"Excellent my Lacyslut. Wonderfully done. You were the model of sluttiness as you ass fucked yourself.
"Now you will wash the toy and then, as you stand in front of the window, you'll fill your cunt with it and don a thong to keep it in your cunt all night as you sleep.
"Tomorrow you will go to work sans panties and not wear panties again unless I permit it. Naturally your delicious pussy will be freshly shaven and oiled, won't it my Lacyslut?
"Also from now on my slut you will only wear demi bras, shelf bras or bustiers to support those glorious tits. You will also buy athletic bras and cut out holes for your nipples and areolae I don't want my toys to sag from all of their weight now do I?
"Now to bed my fucktoy. You have a busy day tomorrow I imagine and I know you'll have an even busier night afterwards. (low wicked chuckles could be heard as I said the last) *Heh, heh, heh, heh*

Again I watched, after a brief wait, as she obeyed me and thrilled as I watched her slowly bury her toy into her obviously wet, glistening cunt then put on the thong.

At that point I packed up and left. Once I was back where I was staying I transferred the tape to CD's and packaged one in a bubble envelope to protect it in it's case. Enclosed was a printed out letter that read:

"Hello my fucktoy and painwhore. I trust you slept well last night. I imagine you awoke with a nice wet cunt. You'll have to tell me about your dreams when I see you later this evening.

Now today's first instruction is that every time you use the bathroom you will play with yourself at the same time. You will play to the point of release, but my, fuckmeat, you will Not Release. Instead you will stop, dry yourself and back to what ever you'd been doing. If you disobey me I will whip your pussy and don't doubt that I'll find out slut.

Oh and if you EVER lie to me in any way slut I will not only carry out my promises for your old movies but also include more, a lot more I assure you, and then I will also punish you most severely on top of that. Remember, my slut, I now Own you. Never forget you now have an Owner and a Master to whom you must answer for every thing that you do or don't do.

At lunch today you will go to the Cask and Barrel pub and you will sit facing the room as you eat. You will also be sure to keep your legs nicely spread and let your skirt ride up a bit so I may enjoy looking at my slut and her freshly shaved and oiled pussy while I eat my lunch.

Make no plans for after work. You will be very busy my Lacyslut, very busy indeed.

Now look at the CD I've sent you and I'd close your office door first if I were you. *Heh, heh, heh, heh*

Signed,
Lacyslut's Owner and Master"

The CD contains allll of the footage from the park, from your balcony and selected portions of some of your "Lacy" movies, including a Golden Shower segment that you'd forgotten about. One where you knelt in a shower playing with yourself and as you orgasmed the Star Stud pee'ed on your tits and pussy.

When he'd finished you sucked his cock dry and then rubbed it on your cheeks to dry your saliva off. The look on your face clearly showing how much you enjoyed doing it all and that your orgasm had became even harder when the hot pee showered down on you.
 
Patricia awoke the next morning in a stupor. As she tried to sit up, she felt a hard tugging at her pussy. Suddenly, everything came back to her. She jumped from bed, and pulled down the thong, the dildo stayed crammed into her pussy. As she went to remove it, she felt the toy slide against her pussy walls and felt a jolt of desire run through her body, that she hadn't thought possible.

Laying back down on the bed, she began to stroke her pussy with the plastic, gradually increasing in speed until the toy was fairly flying in and out of her cunt. She grasped it with two hands, shoving it deeper into her, her legs spread wide. As her desire built, she glanced at the dress she had worn yesterday, and the stains still visible on it. As she thought of her slutty acts in the park the afternoon before, she felt herself go over the edge as her orgasm consumed her.

Lying on the bed, shaking, breathing hard, she felt shame flood her face. How could she have found anything about yesterday to be anything but humiliating! She pulled the dildo from her pussy almost with a hatred. She walked to the bathroom, and took a long shower. Getting dressed, she remembered what she was supposed to do. Well, what if she didn't? How would he know if she wore panties or not? Or what type of bra she had on?

But what if he did? What if her home was wired for video? For sound? Okay, better take play his game for the time being. The weather was hot and humid, and Patricia wore a light, flowing skirt that she left unbuttoned to midthigh, and a loose, flowing blouse. Underneath, she wore a demi-bra, and no panties. The combination felt odd to her - almost uncomfortable. She slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals and hurried to the train.

When she arrived at the office, there was a mountain of work to keep her occupied. When the phone ran, it jangled her, but it turned out to be Mike, calling from New York. When he sensed the fear in her voice, she tried to play it off as missing him. As she spoke with him, a secretary came into her office and dropped off a package. Hanging up the phone, promising to speak to Mike later, Patricia picked up the package. There was no return address, but she knew who it was from.

After closing her office, she opened the package and popped in the CD. Her mouth dropped open at the images displayed on her computer. She was shocked and horrified! With this information, this man could run, or ruin, her life! Her brain frantically sought a way to escape, but none came to her.

She tore the CD from the computer and sat at her desk for a few moments, trying to gather her thoughts about her. What to do now? She could only wait and see.
 
Lacyslut's Owner:

I arrive at the Pub about thirty minutes before the lunch crowd and carefully select a seat that will allow me to see all of the back tables. The place is well laid out and the tables are crammed together as is common in lessor places of it's ilk.

I hold the brief case and quickly look inside at the camcorder's mini screen as I roatate my stool. An advantage over an attache case is being to look inside without displaying the contents to one and all.

'Yesss,' I think, 'this will do just fine.'

I order a soft drink with a twist and a sandwich and have eaten and am on the second drink when my Lacyslut walks hesitantly into the now moderately crowded establishment.

There's an empty table at the back and she sits at it as instructed, facing the room, and scanning to to see if anyone is paying particular attention to her.

My tinted glasses keep her from realizing my scrutiny in the behind the bar mirrors. I watch as she orders, her food is delivered and she begins to eat.

I also watch the others in the bar and when I see several men on cell phones I call my slut.

"Hello my fucktoy. Like the little movie I sent to you? I certainly did as I watched while making it for you. I've kept a copy, but I've also have it at a secure online site. So long as I "check in" with it daily it will remian dormant, but if I miss a day it will become active and if I miss more than two days it will become public and notify everyone on a mailing list and also all of the Adult sites of it's existence and it's totally free content.
"Like to guess who's the star of that content slut?"

A pause as I see her mouth drop open as she listens and watch and listen as she takes a deep breath after a small whimper.

"Now my painwhore, my piss slut *heh, heh, heh, heh* I think it's time to open some of the buttons on that skirt and sit properly so I can see your slut's cunt as you finish your lunch.
"If you close your legs or cover your pussy before I call back it will be whipped tonight slut so remember that." *click* The connection is broken.

I glance into the brief case ensuring it's properly aimed and zoom just enough to include the closest tables and occupants to show just how pubilc the setting is and order another soft drink and a twist so it looks like I'm having a multiple drink lunch as many others are doing.
 
As the connection is cut off, Patricia flinches as though struck. She has frantically surveyed the room, but the restaurant is full of men on cell phones. It could be any one of them. Or none of them.

As the waiter brings her salad, she sets her cell phone on the table, then reaches down for her skirt. She keeps her eyes on the surrounding crowd, willing everyone to either leave or look away. Her fingers fumble with the buttons on her skirt until she is sure she will rip a few off. She manages to unbutton her skirt up to her crotch, then gently spread the material aside. As she moved her hands to grab her knife and fork, she slowly pulled her legs apart.

She felt the cool rush of air conditioning against her freshly shaved pussy lips, and gasped. The man at the table next to her glanced at her, giving her a look as if asking if she were alright. She smiled awkwardly, then went about picking at her salad.

She felt as though each man in the place could see her exposure, that each one was laughing at her humiliation. Pointing her out to their friends and co-workers. She could almost hear their whispers. "Hey, John! Look, no, over there - over there! That chick's got her skirt open and she's flashing her cunt! Yeah, imagine that!

Her cheeks were scarlet, her appetite gone. She wanted to rebutton her skirt and run back to her office. Escape this madness.

But what would there be for her then? Just who was on that mailing list, anyway? How many people did this guy know that she knew? She felt her forehead begin to bead with sweat, but was unsure if it were due to her predicament or to the press of bodies in the restaurant.

She picked at her salad, not daring to look hope, waiting for the phone to ring.
 
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