Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission.
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It was wonderful to be able to spend a long, relaxing morning with my dear friend Chloe once again. It was even more wonderful spending it naked and next to her, or between her legs when from time to time she pushed my head down to indicate that I should pleasure her. It was especially delightful when she pulled my hair and brought me back up so she could kiss me slowly and lingeringly, tasting her juices on my lips. In between we talked and talked as only girlfriends can do.
I felt very content except that Chloe still had not asked to hear my proposal. When I first arrived at her house the previous evening I mentioned that I had a proposal for her and I said that I would wait until she was ready to hear what I had to say. I was longing to ask her to become Master's slave but I felt that I should continue to wait patiently for her signal. I knew she'd give me an opportunity to speak when she was ready to listen.
For now, Chloe had other plans. It was already mid-day and we had not had anything substantial to eat. Suddenly my friend said, "I've just decided that we'll go out to lunch. I've got some unavoidable commitments later so I'll have to take you along. I really can't sit around and let you lick my cunt as long as you want, although I'm sure that's what you'd like." With that my friend got out of bed and pulling me along behind her she headed for the bathroom. We showered together as we usually did when we had the chance.
I loved to serve her in the shower and I quickly got on my knees and washed carefully all the places that needed special attention. All the while water cascaded down over both of us but I took my time and gave Chloe a few extra licks to her pussy or arse now and then. She started to moan and pull my face harder against her, but then she stopped and slapped me, saying, "I haven't got time to let you show me what a slutty little whore you are right now so you needn't try and tempt me." She turned the water off, but I was allowed to lick her semi-dry and then take a big fluffy towel and dry her off completely before drying myself.
Chloe always told me what to do but in reality we indulged each other constantly in many ways and being with her was like one long love scene between us. She might be ordering me about, slapping my face, making me serve her in all kinds of degrading ways or "forcing" me to exhibit myself but I always felt her love and concern for me. It took only a brief look from her now and then to remind me that no matter what she was saying or having me do Chloe knew that I enjoyed it all. She often delivered a particularly harsh comment with a glint in her eye that told me she loved playing our depraved little games. In some ways we still acted like the schoolgirls we were when we first met, but these days there was a more *adult* edge to the way we related.
While I was still naked Chloe instructed me to put some rouge on my nipples to highlight their pinkness. Obediently I applied the rouge, my nipples hardening under my fingers. My body's instant reaction was confirmation that my friend was right about me being a slutty little whore and looking up I caught Chloe's eyes in the mirror and noticed her approving smirk. It was unnerving that she always seemed to know what I was thinking and I tingled in suspense of what she had planned for me today.
Before I could say anything Chloe said, "While you're enjoying stimulating yourself so much put some some red lipstick on all your lips as well." By *all* I knew she meant both the lips around my mouth and those around my cunt. Leaving me to do as I'd been instructed Chloe went off to dress. When she came back she had on a white top and a short black skirt. By then I'd finished and she inspected both sets of lips and gave her approval. Her approval came in the form of reaching between my legs and stroking my now very wet cunt. Chloe told me, "What a good girl, you went and got yourself all juicy for me without even having to be told. I like you to always be a dripping little slut for me."
Looking straight in my eyes and licking my juices off her fingers in a way that reduced me to a quivering wreck my friend told me, "Go and get a frock from my wardrobe then show me what a slut like you should wear today." Fortunately we were both a similar size, and I often wore my friend's clothing. I chose a clingy little dress that came to just above my knees and buttoned all the way down the front. When I presented my selection to Chloe she looked me over and said, "That's a good choice. I want you to look hot but you'll look even hotter if the lower buttons on the dress up to your waist are left undone." I knew this meant my pussy would be clearly visible when I walked or sat down, but of course I obeyed.
After all, my pussy is intended for show and although still hairy I keep it neatly trimmed. Master says a pussy is not a pussy without fur. Chloe laughed when I told her that, and she flipped her skirt up to show me her pussy, which was partly shaved in *landing strip* style. We both enjoyed the feel of bare pussy under a dress or skirt. Finally she also lovingly brushed my long hair, after which I did the same for her. A dab of perfume later we were ready to go.
We went out the door and got into her car. It was a Mercedes-Benz, but being about 20 years old it was a bit the worse for wear. Chloe believed that even an older luxury car was better than a new mass produced vehicle which was designed for mass obsolesence... Meaning it was not meant to last more than a few years before starting to fall apart. I sat in the passenger seat while she drove.
It was by now a beautiful warm sunny day and we drove with the windows down. Chloe said she had a place in mind which had a sheltered courtyard out the back which would be perfect for a day like this. I was already looking forward to some lunch. Eating cunt all morning makes a girl hungry!
Fortunately, we were able to park quite close to the restaurant and I didn't have far to walk with my dress flapping open to reveal my pussy. After all our dithering around with showering, and despite our minimalist approach, getting dressed and making up also took up a lot of time. It was already late for lunch, and the restaurant was almost empty. We asked to be shown a table in the back courtyard and when we got out there no-one else was around. So I was able to sit with my dress partly open and my pussy showing between my long legs without anyone staring -- except for the young waiter!
He held my chair out for me, and as I sat and he pushed the chair in slightly, it was impossible not to give him a good look down there. It was obvious to me that he appreciated what he was seeing as he was hanging around my side of the table glancing frequently at the view between my legs while he mumbled about whether we wanted a menu or a glass of water - two things I'm sure do not usually have to be requested.
But I didn't mind providing a bit of a show. Although rather shy by nature, I get very turned on by being "forced" to expose myself, or do anything embarassing. So since I knew my friend expected me to show my pussy, I was quite willing to obey. Being obedient in ways that are degrading or humiliating really make me wet, and I was already juicing up again. So much so that once the waiter finally tore his eyes away from my cunt and left to get our menus and water, I had to flip my dress up in the back so I was not sitting on it. I didn't want there to be a wet patch by the time we got up to leave. Chloe made me even wetter when she said, "Hmm, I'm sure I can think of some way to make you show that waiter what a little slut you are!" She loved to tease me like that, and I was sure she would not hesitate to make me do something disgraceful if she felt like humiliating me further. Chloe's calculating look reminded me that humiliating me was something she enjoyed doing immensely. Once again the very idea of having to do anything I was told to no matter how disgusting made my nipples harden and my breathing shallower.
I'm a complex little bitch in that way as Master frequently reminds me. As long as I'm under the protection of someone I trust, like Master or my best friend Chloe, I will do absolutely anything I am ordered to do, no matter how depraved or embarassing. The very fact that I have to do something I would never normally want to do creates the most delicious squirming effects and my whole body trembles. I get wet instantly, and the more I suffer the wetter I am. So those who know me well take great pleasure in putting me through such tortures at any opportunity. But despite my willingness to display myself or commit some act of gross indecency if so instructed, I am not an exhibitionist at all. The very idea terrifies me! It's the exquisite torment of having to submit against my own strong instincts and desires that excites me so much. My desire for submission always prevails over my natural shyness, as long as I am in that kind of a headspace where my own preferences no longer matter. If someone I trusted less than completely ordered me to expose myself as I was now, I would just freeze up.