Kara had been spending the Christmas holiday in the north Georgia mountains since she was a child. She usually brought her boyfriend, but they had parted ways about six months prior. In her loneliness from the breakup, Kara went online and met Sam.
Sam was a businessman from Texas, as well as a Dom. They had been chatting online for months, and now they decided to meet in real life, at Kara's cabin.
Kara was super nervous. Prior to meeting Sam online in a sex chat, Kara had never explored her submissive side. In fact, Sam had opened up a new world to her, and taking things to the next level both scared her and made her pussy damp.
Kara was a beautiful young woman. She had just turned 26 and she had long, slender legs and a nice plump ass. Her long dark hair fell down her back and she had a cute face with large green eyes and little ears that stuck out a bit, almost like an elf.
She was curvy, with curves in just the right places. Her 36C tits had quarter-sized pink nipples and down below, her pussy was freshly waxed, per Sam's request.
Kara busied herself preparing for Sam's arrival by putting a log on the fire and downing a glass of spiked eggnog to calm her nerves. Then, she began dressing, putting on the outfit Sam had bought for her online.
The panties were red lace, and they were completely see through. The dress was a black party dress with a low cut v in the front, thus permitting her from wearing a bra. The dress also dipped in the back, revealing most of her back and then just covering her ass.
Sam also sent her some lube and some ben wa balls. He told her in his email to lube her pussy, put the balls inside, and then pull on her lace panties.
Kara blushed as she lubed her hole and then slipped the balls inside. These balls had little chimes in them, which she could hear when she pulled up her panties. She would be jingling like a jingle bell every time she moved!
Then, she pulled her party dress on. Looking in the mirror, she knew the outfit left nothing to the imagination. You could see her nipples through the thin fabric as well as the outline of her panties.
The dress was also extremely short, riding up as she walked so that she had to constantly pull it down to preserve her modesty. For the final touch, she slipped on her black, knee-high boots. Kara gazed at her mirrored reflection and realized that she looked like a hooker!
She felt a bit panicky, but then relaxed because she would be at home with Sam, and no one else would see her like this.
Suddenly, Kara heard the lock turn. He was early! The first words she heard heard were, "Come present yourself, my slut." With a pounding heart, Kara went to the door and saw him there.
At six foot four, he towered over her five foot five frame. He was so muscular and handsome in person, he took her breath away.
"You look fantastic, little slut," said her master. "Much too nice to stay in! Grab your coat, let's go out," Sam said.
"But, master," began Kara. Sir cut her off with a slap to her face. She yelped in shock.
He took her face in his hands and said, "Did we not agree you would fully submit this week? If you don't obey, I will leave right now. If I stay, you have already earned a punishment!"
Although Kara was shocked, all she stammered was, "I want to please you, I'll get my coat." Kara quickly grabbed her long white coast and tied it at the waist. Well, at least I can wear this to cover myself while we're out, she thought.
A light dust of snow began falling as she followed her master to the car. He opened the door for her, and her ben wa balls jingled as she sat down. "I hear your balls in your slut hole-good slut," master said with a wink.
They made small talk as they drove down the mountain. Kara asked where they were going and he said, "A surprise outing for the Christmas slut. I want to show you off, not keep you cooped up all week in the cabin."
They came to a stop in front of a dark, dingy mountain bar, nothing more than a hole in the wall. When they walked in, the bar was fairly empty, except for the bartender and two men shooting pool.
They all stared at one another, with the mountain crowd clearly recognizing that Kara and Sam were from out of town. All eyes were on Kara as Sam guided her to the bar.
Sam ordered two beers and two vodka shots and Kara began to sit down. Just as she did, Sam grabbed Kara's wrist and said, "Take your coat off and relax. It's too hot in here to wear that."
Knowing she had no choice, and wanting to please master, she slowly removed her coat while looking down at her feet, hoping the other patrons would not notice her attire. She eased herself onto the bar stool and crossed her legs.
"Have I taught you nothing, Slut Kara," questioned Sam. "Open your legs when you sit. I want you showing off your red holiday panties! Actually, I want you to turn on your stool and face the men playing pool, and open your legs so they can see your panties. I want you to spread your legs wide for them. This is your punishment for not wanting to go out," Sam said with an evil grin.
Kara quickly downed her shot, figuring she could use some more liquid courage. She turned on her stool, leaned her body back on the bar for balance and angled her frame towards the pool players. Slowly, she spread her legs wide. She felt a blush creep over her entire body and felt so ashamed.
In moments, the men shooting pool were looking at her and Sam happily waved them over. The bar tender sauntered over too, interested in this slut who was becoming a spectacle in a small town bar on a slow night.
"What do we got here," asked the first man. He was a stocky guy, with a think southern accent. He had a rebel flag tattoo on his bicep and a ball cap pulled low on his head. He looked at Sam for an answer, just as his redneck friend said, "Wow, you can see her pussy right through her panties!"
