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Chapter 1
"Mmmh," I moaned and opened my eyes. Even in my dreams, my dirty fantasies haunted me and made my body tremble with unfulfilled pleasure. The touch between my wet folds on my swollen clit wasn't a dream though.
Sunbeams flooded my bedroom with light and warmth. I heard a rustling of leaves and the twittering of a bird through the open window. At the same time, I realised Sandra's face looking at me from above. Her hand moved in slow circles, a finger massaging my clit.
"Time to wake up, Sleepyhead," said Sandra, "we have an important appointment today." She withdrew her hand from between my thighs. "You are wet and sticky down there, aren't you?" She smiled and showed me her shiny, sticky fingers. I could smell my dripping arousal.
How many days had passed already? I think four. Four days with daily edging. Some days, more than once. My mind constantly focused only on my sexual need, nothing more. I couldn't think straight, and my body betrayed me. There were moments where I was a desperate wreck. I would fuck anyone and anything.
My imagination became saturated with dirty, humiliating needs, and I also dreamed about humping Sandra's leg in a room full of people as they laughed at me. I would debase myself lower than a dog if she only would let me, at least in my imagination. I had never been so horny. Anything that I could associate with sex made me leaking juices. Even a cucumber while grocery shopping.
"Did you notice what I said or are you dreaming about your wet cunt being stuffed?", Sandra laughed, grinning as if she read my thoughts.
"I am sorry Mistress, I want to cum so badly, please let me... I can't hold it anymore," I begged.
"I will let you when the time arrives," she answered. "Now, get ready. We have to leave soon."
She left the bedroom, and I heard her steps fading as she went downstairs. I got out of bed and saw myself in the mirror. Even in my sleep gown, I looked like a slut. It was pink, semi-transparent with a frilly hem. Of course, it was so short that my pussy was clearly visible underneath as well as the lower part of my bum. Of course, it was Sandra's idea. Panties were not allowed. Anyhow, I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.
Seeing myself like this caused an immediate increase of arousal if it was possible. Over the last several days, maybe weeks, I was constantly in heat. I turned into a real slut. The stainless-steel butt plug with a pink grounded stone stuck in my bum permanently and moved obscenely with each step I made. I felt full, and I learned to love this feeling. Sandra ordered me to wear it always. She told me she wanted me to train my asshole, and week after week, she would increase the size a little bit. It should make me always readily available for anal sex. I was a little bit afraid of Sandra's plans because my little asshole was already stretched out, and I was able to get fucked with a large cock. How far did she want to push me to? I've asked her once about it, and she has told me she would love to have me stretched out so much that I would need a diaper if I wouldn't wear a buttplug. I became instantly rosy-cheeked, and she laughed about my embarrassment.
Under the shower, I had to control myself not to touch my needy cunt. However, I couldn't avoid playing a little bit with the showerhead. The heat between my thighs spread fast over my whole body, and I moaned quietly.
Within two minutes, I edged and had to take the showerhead away from my clit. My stiff nipples hurt, and I trembled desperately.
After taking a few deep breaths, I started to wash my hair and body, trying to not think about orgasming. Eventually, I left the shower, and at the same moment, I recoiled.
Sandra was leaning against the doorframe and looked at me. I don't know how long she has been standing there watching me.
She came closer and to me and put her hand in my wet hair. Gently pulling on it, she made me expose my neck and started to kiss me. I shuddered from her soft, sometimes rough kisses, bites, and touches.
"I love when you bring yourself to the edge -- the more, the better," she whispered, "but when you cum without permission, I will lash your needy cunt with a leather belt ... You will be a good girl, won't you?"
"Oooh, yes, Mistress, I will be a good girl," I answered moaning, nevertheless thinking about how the belt would feel on my wet cunt.
Sandra stopped as unexpectedly as she had begun and gave me a slap on my ass cheek.
"Hurry, we have to leave soon."
The sun heated the streets slowly as we drove along. Sometimes I could see the promenade and folks going to the beach. I saw a few girls, in micro-bikinis, with big tits. They looked like sluts - like me. Obviously, I wasn't the only woman with such a dirty mind.
Cars passed by, people ran busy through the streets. After twenty minutes or so, Sandra parked her VW Beatle Convertible at the roadside.
"Come on," she called me while I tried to read the inscription on the information board placed next to the door. I couldn't read it, though, because the distance was too far. We got out, and the car blinked once, and Sandra approached me. Her dark hair was also bound to a ponytail, but it made her look very strict. Her black, tight dress underscored it.
My blond ponytail with the rest of my outfit, which was an extremely short, frilly, pink dress and stiletto high heels with plush pompoms on top, with heavy makeup added to make me look like an air-headed slut.
The pink frilly dress reached maybe two inches below the lower part of my ass cheeks, and I felt very exposed, even wearing panties (a g-string).
Sometimes I couldn't understand it myself, why I was so incredibly wet and aroused being exposed publicly with so much indignity.
Men looked at me with evident desire in their eyes, while women seem to see me as a total slut. Sometimes with envy in their looks, though. I felt a little bit ashamed, but I enjoyed the attention. The warm breeze made my frilly short hem dance occasionally, likely revealing my panties to onlookers. Once a puff of wind made the hem fly much higher, exposing me completely. The teenage girls chuckled, and the boys looked hungrily, hoping for more.
"There is no modesty for you, my slutty doll. Don't cover it!" Sandra hissed.
"It's embarrassing!" I protested.
"It doesn't matter, let them see," she answered.
The three teenagers, two girls and one boy with a skateboard in his hands, were waiting for someone in front of the kiosk. The girls whispered and chuckled as they saw me walk, while the young, handsome guy measured me with evident desire in his eyes.
