This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened – or been done – to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.
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I woke up alone in bed. I seem to do that a lot. Not that my guy has left me, in fact, he usually gets up before me to do something nice for me, like bring me coffee or something like that. His side of the bed was still warm and I moved over to lie in the spot where I could still see the impression of his body in the sheets. I could smell his after shave and his deodorant, and it made me miss his warm body resting hard up against me.
I looked out of the window and I could see the sun going down, almost lost behind the horizon. It looked so beautiful, almost too beautiful to be real. It looked like a painting by some famous artist that should be hanging in some gallery or a museum.
It occurred to me that tonight was our last night here at the cabin and despite the things Keith made me endure, I didn't want to leave. It had been a fun and exciting trip in more ways than I could count; even if I used all my fingers and toes. But even more importantly, Keith and I learned a lot about ourselves and about each other.
I knew it, but now I was positive that Keith would never do me any real harm and I could trust him completely to protect me no matter what he did to me or made me do. Keith learned that I love the devious, humiliating and sometimes painful things he makes me do, and he usually feels that he has gone far enough long before I really want him to stop – even though I may be begging for mercy. We seemed to compliment each other perfectly.
I lay there, reliving the 'events' of the weekend and assessing the various parts of my poor little body that suffered to makes those events a success, when I heard Keith coming up the steps to our bedroom. He opened the door softly and stuck his head in. Seeing I was awake, he walked in, closed the door behind him, sat on the bed and buried his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling.
When he finally stopped, after much giggling on my part, he sat up and said, "Phil is cooking and he wants you and Tina to dress for dinner."
I sat up in bed, modestly holding the covers in front of my bare breasts. Silly, I know, considering how thoroughly he has explored every inch of my body. "Dress for dinner? But I didn't bring anything other than the dress I wore last night." I protested.
"Sure you did." He walked over to my chest of drawers and pulled open the drawers until he found what he was looking for. Then, he went to my closet, opened it, reached down and took something out and hurried back to the foot of the bed.
"See," he said obviously proud of himself, "I told you, you packed the perfect things." With that he held up the skimpy – and I mean really skimpy – white negligee he bought when he went shopping with Tina and me. Then he held up the white six inch high heels that he bought during the same shopping trip.
I knew he was doing this to humiliate me. The shoes were so high I was going to have trouble walking in them and they would very quickly hurt my feet since they made me almost walk on my toes.
"Keith!" I cried trying to sound insulted. "My god, wearing that wouldn't cover me; it would highlight the fact that I was naked. It would display my naked body like I was some kind of a prize." I paused for effect. "And those shoes, they're so high I can barely walk in them."
Keith looked at the negligee in one hand, then at the shoes in the other hand, then back at the negligee, and then, finally, at me. 'I got him.' I thought to myself, 'I finally have him speechless.' I was so proud of myself.
"Uhm... okay." he mumbled. I loved this; this game we play. I keep trying to escape his clutches, when he comes up with things to do to me. Sometimes it comes up while he's already doing things to me, you know, that little masochist that pops up from inside of me and taunts and dares him to do more to me, and then leaves me to suffer the consequences. But this time, I got him.
He stood there for a few seconds and then; "You'll wear the negligee because I love looking at your naked body;" he began calmly, "that's why I keep you naked and in high heels. And, by the way, you are a prize, my prize, and I'll display you to anyone, and everyone, I choose because I'm so proud that you're mine."
I was happy that he was so proud of me, but I didn't like where this was going. He was doing it to me again, and I knew somehow, someway, I was going to pay for challenging him. I guess I don't need that bad little girl inside me to get me in trouble; I get in trouble very well on my own.
"As far as the shoes go," he continued, "You will wear them because they make your legs and ass look incredible. You'll learn to walk in them and I'll help you." He walked over to his chest of drawers, opened a drawer and pulled out a paddle. "Tonight, I'll carry this paddle, and every time you stumble or wobble on your shoes, I'll bend you over, wherever you are, and give you five swats on the ass with the paddle."
Now, HE paused for effect. "And, from now on, any time high heeled shoes are appropriate, you'll wear shoes with heels that are AT LEAST four inches high or you will be punished." He put the paddle on the table by the door, walked back to the foot of the bed, put the negligee and shoes on the bed and walked around to sit down next to me.
He put his hands on my naked shoulders and pulled me to him and he kissed me, softly but firmly, slowly pushing me back until I was lying flat on my back. He held me down, his tongue gently exploring my mouth, playing with my tongue, while he pressed his lips firmly against mine. The different feelings, his pressing lips and the soft exploration of my willing mouth, were intoxicating.
When he pulled his lips from mine I was dizzy, mostly from the kiss, but also from how quickly Keith turned the tables on me. When was I going to learn not to try and beat him at this own game?
"Dinner is in 30 minutes, Kitten." he said flashing me a smile. "Get ready and I'll come up to get you when it's ready." A quick kiss on my cheek and he was up and gone.
I was breathless. What had just happened? Somehow, I had not only guaranteed that I would be punished tonight, but I set myself up to be punished every time I wore high heels lower than four inches. He didn't say what the punishment would be, but I'm sure my Keith would make it something horrible and wonderful at the same time.
I lay in bed for a few minutes, after all, it wasn't going to take me long to put on my outfit for tonight. I was shocked at how quickly Keith had turned my victory into submission. I managed to earn myself more punishment and humiliation for tonight – I knew Keith was going to be sure I got paddled in front of Phil and Tina – and more punishment if I forgot my new rules.
What I did know was that I liked the way Keith took charge and told me what I was to do, and what would happen if I didn't do it. I would be punished if I accidently broke his rules, but, on the other hand, if I wanted him to torture me, I could break a rule on purpose. This had some interesting possibilities.
At first, I thought of ways to stand up to him, but my little ass, which would bear the brunt of the punishment tonight, rejected that idea. Then I thought about being overly submissive, giving him lots of reasons to punish me, again the same part of my body rejected that idea, too.
Then I decided to just do what I was told. My little ass would still get punished, but, I hoped, not as often as it would if I rebelled, and maybe Keith would even go a little easy if he saw I was trying to do as I was told. My poor little ass liked that idea, so I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Even though I didn't need to, I shaved my entire body in the shower just the way my Keith liked it. I wanted my body to be perfect for whatever he had planned for tonight. With the exception of my arms, there was not on single hair on my body below my neck. I was getting really good at shaving my body, even the places I couldn't see were smooth as the day I was born.
I dried off with one of the big fluffy towels and wrapped it around me. If I knew Keith, it was the most clothing I would be wearing until we left the cabin for home. I dried my hair and, for once, it came out perfect the first time. I dabbed just a little perfume in some special places and went into the bedroom to look at my outfit, such as it was, for the night.
I pulled the panties up my smooth legs; they were skimpy even by my standards. The part that went over my freshly shaved pussy wasn't even an inch and a half wide, not quite transparent and just barely covered my pussy lips. If I became excited and my pussy lips got even a little puffy, it would be obvious to anyone who saw me. The string that went over my hips and between cheeks of my pink little ass was just that, a white string; more like a white rubber band. For all intents and purposes, even with this g-string on, I was still naked.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that my ass was bare. With Keith intent on paddling my ass tonight, I was in for a very painful and probably very humiliating evening. Then I remembered Keith bought me two of these negligee sets and six inch heels to go with them, one white and one black. I blushed in the mirror thinking how humiliated I would be if he made me wear one of them to one of his club meetings.
I pulled on the negligee and looked in the mirror again. The top only came down to just below the top of my hips. The entire lower half of my ass was left uncovered and the only thing covering my pussy was the bit of cloth that was the g-string. The negligee itself was white and was cut around the top so the material overlapped itself making it appear less transparent then it really was. If I stood still, it was like I was surrounded by a thin cloud. If I moved, the cloud disappeared and my nude body was exposed for all to see.
