This is the next chapter in the story of Jennifer Lowe. Now 39 and a submissive with a growing need for exhibitionism and humiliation. She begins to find new outlets for her submissive desires. Your comments are always appreciated as are your votes. Thank you.
Jennifer Lowe needed a few days off from work after her last visit to Club 35, a club that catered to a large range of sexual diversions, including Jennifer's need for submission and humiliation. Mark, her personal assistant, had cleared her schedule and told her everything was running smoothly at the advertising company Jennifer owned. Mark was also a Dungeon Guard at Club 35 and he not only knew of Jennifer's desires but had assisted in setting up her "adventures," as she liked to call it.
"Really no need to be here until early next week. The interviews for staff replacements in accounting and creative are on Tuesday. How are you?"
"Still sore. Another two or three days and I should be ok. Thanks for asking."
"Always will. That's what I do."
Jennifer hung up and went back to bed for an hour or so. When she awoke she showered and looked at her ass in the mirror. A couple of bruises but the redness was pretty much gone. Her pussy was still a bit sore and her asshole no longer gaped and had returned to normal. She put on a thin satin bathrobe and went to her kitchen for coffee. Mark had called twice with questions but other than that, Jennifer spent the day watching television. She never left her condo.
The next day, after checking in with the office and letting Mark know that she would be back in tomorrow, Jennifer put on a sweat suit, not bothering with underwear, and took the elevator downstairs to collect her mail. Returning to her apartment, she put the Mail on the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of coffee. She looked at the mail and there wasn't much, two bills and some junk. There was one envelope addressed to her, printed on a label, that had no return address. Jennifer wondered if it was more junk mail. She opened the envelope and her heart began to race.
She read the very short note over three times, the last time out loud to herself.
"Spanked women should never walk after being punished. They should crawl."
Jennifer knew that someone on her floor had seen her walk naked from the elevator to her door last Saturday when she returned from Club 35 with a very red ass. Jennifer thought if the sender had seen any of her other naked strolls down the hallway. She wondered what to do and settled on doing nothing. Walking around her apartment and going out in the hallway naked were new kinks for Jennifer. But she knew that she liked being naked in front of people, especially if that led to some type of submissive activity.
Jennifer returned to work the next day, saying nothing about the letter to Mark, or Christine, who headed up the Accounting Department of Jennifer's company and was heavily involved in dominating Jennifer. Both employees were trusted and had never given Jennifer any doubt about their trustworthiness. The day passed rather uneventfully. Both Mark and Christine had asked how she was doing and she said apart from one bruise on her hip, all was normal.
Jennifer returned home and picked up her mail. One other person was on the elevator but got off two floors below Jennifer. She entered her apartment and put the mail down and went to change. She decided she would spend the evening naked. She liked doing that. She opened her blinds and if someone saw her, so be it.
Jennifer glanced through her mail and once again, saw an envelope with her address printed on a label. She didn't know if she was afraid or excited. She was always secure in knowing that very few people knew of her desires. But this was different. This was someone unknown, someone who lived in one of the nine other apartments on her floor. With a deep breath, Jennifer tore the letter open and read it. She read it again, letting the words sink in.
"Tomorrow night at 11:30, crawl naked from your apartment to the other end of the hall and back again."
Jennifer was breathing hard. This was different from the Club. The Club catered to fantasy, and even though Jennifer's fantasies were very kinky, there was some level of safety. Her mind raced as she wondered who had sent the letter. There were nine other apartments on Jennifer's floor. In truth, she only knew a couple of people who lived on her floor. One was an older couple and the other was a single woman, Mrs. Manning, who was a bit older than Jennifer. She had seen others but really didn't know anything about them.
Jennifer thought for the briefest moment that she would just ignore the letter. What could possibly happen if she did? But then the feeling that always preceded her submissive desires began to creep over her. The wetness between her legs, the stiffening of her nipples, and the shortness of breath, told Jennifer that tomorrow night, she would do as the mystery writer had told her to do.
The work day passed slowly. Finally, at the end of the day, Mark came in to remind Jennifer that next week the interviews for the new hires had been set for Tuesday. Mark said good night and left. Jennifer turned off her computer and left her office. Once home, she checked her mail and didn't see any new letters. She undressed and remained naked until it was time for her to perform her task.
At 11:30, Jennifer put her ear against the door and listened for any sound or indication that someone was watching. Quietly, she opened the door and turned the lock so that the door would not close. She stepped out into the hall and sunk to her knees and then onto all fours. As instructed she began to crawl. She passed the first two apartment doors and couldn't tell if anyone was watching. Jennifer discovered that crawling was much slower than walking and she was very aware that when she crawled her ass moved seductively. She continued past the elevators and toward the last five apartments. No sign or sound interrupted Jennifer's crawl. She reached the far end of the hall and began to crawl back. As she returned, she heard the elevator begin to move. Jennifer sped up, not knowing where the elevator would stop and the doors open. She reached her apartment and pushed the door open. She did not stand until she was inside. Jennifer went to her bedroom and threw herself on her bed. Her fingers found her slit and she wasn't surprised that she was wet and in minutes she had cum.
Jennifer waited until the next morning before she thought about the events of last night. She certainly didn't want to risk discovery and she rationalized that she could just ignore the letters. What could happen? But, did she really want that to happen? She enjoyed being naked. She enjoyed being exposed but this was different. There was risk involved and she couldn't deny she was turned on by the experience. For the moment, she decided to do nothing and see where these mystery letters led her.
The letters from the "unknown dominant," as Jennifer referred to the sender, aroused her needs. She decided to visit Club 35 on Saturday night, not with a specific fantasy, but to see if there was a scene she could enjoy. The work week wrapped up and before she left, Mark reminded her about the new hire interviews the following week.
"I'll let the Department heads narrow the field to two candidates, then I will interview them later."
Mark thought that made sense and then asked if Jennifer had any plans for the weekend. Jennifer told Mark that she thought she might go to the Club just to see if there was anything that interested her, no specific plan. Mark said he wasn't planning on being there but that he thought Christine might be.
Saturday came and not really knowing why, Jennifer gave herself two enemas and then took a long soaking bath. She relaxed during the day and inwardly hoped that she would get another letter. But none came. That evening, Jennifer dressed for her visit to Club 35. She wore dress slacks and heels with a silk blouse, underneath a black bra but no panties. "Be a bit bold," she thought. She put her keys and phone in a small clutch and left for the Club. She planned to arrive around eleven o'clock when the Club would be active. She checked in and when the young woman at the counter asked if she wanted a collar or bracelet, Jennifer replied that she would take a black collar. Not knowing if anything was going to happen, she put the collar in her pocket.
She walked to the lounge area and got a glass of wine and then began to walk around the Club. The large public room was empty but there were various scenes taking place in some of the other public rooms. In one, a woman was servicing two men while a small crowd watched, and in another room, a man was being whipped by a leather clad dominatrix. Looking out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer caught a glimpse of a red haired woman. It took a moment for Jennifer to realize who it was. It was the woman who had fisted her in her ass the last time Jennifer was in the Club. Jennifer remembered that her name was Marilyn.
Jennifer couldn't tell if she was with her friend or if she was alone, but it was clear that Marilyn saw her and began to walk toward Jennifer.
"I don't suppose you remember me, since I didn't see much of your face a couple of weeks ago." Marilyn said smiling slyly.
Jennifer looked at Marilyn and smiled and told her that she indeed remembered her.
