Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Punishment
Felicity does as she's told, no matter what.
This story I wrote just for me, to get myself off. Maybe it will work for you too, or maybe not. Our heroine is a submissive in case that matters to you, and as it turns out, quite the slut! I hope you like it, and stars and comments are encouraged. Thanks to a previous (anonymous) commenter on a different story for teaching me that Bourbon is whiskey, and Scotch is whisky. It's all about the letter 'e.' See? I can learn! I can obey, too.
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I owed Marlene. I owed her big time. I had slept with her boyfriend and now she was going to punish me. I felt like an idiot. Her boyfriend wasn't that good in bed, and I didn't even get an orgasm out of the deal. All this was some sort of divine punishment for getting drunk and letting myself be seduced. Damn it all!
Yes, I noticed that Marlene was furious at me but not at her true love Tony. He had got me drunk and seemed to know all the right buttons to push to get me into bed. Marlene had to have told him about my weaknesses. How else would be have known? So it was unfair to put it all on me, but I had to admit, if only I had said 'no' then it would not have happened.
"Since you had sex with Tony, I'm figuring out a sexy punishment for you," Marlene said.
"Yes, Marlene," I said. Marlene was my best friend. I had to make good what I had done to her. I would do as she commanded. I would obey.
Marlene dressed me. I looked like a cross between a slut looking for sex and a street walker looking for a customer. I was told to go downtown and spend a few hours (four, to be precise) in coffee shops and bars, just sitting there. However, if any man were to hit on me, then I'd have to do whatever he told me to do.
"Within limits, you mean," I said.
"No. No limits," Marlene said. I shivered at the thought. Four hours with no limits? I was getting wet. I couldn't possibly let Marlene know how erotic I found her punishment of me. Marlene had me wired up, so she could keep track of everything I did. I wondered if she had even arranged for men to hit on me, too, and to do evil things to me, maybe even in a back alley out in the open? She assured me she did not. Still, the possibility had me shivering even more. Marlene was capable of lying. She was very capable.
"Start with the Stone Street Tavern downtown. You can go where you like after that," Marlene said. I knew Stone Street was only one block long and was at the very tip of Manhattan, in the heart of the financial district.
I took the subway all the way downtown and went to the Stone Street Tavern. Given the way I was dressed it was not surprising that people in the subway stared at me like I was a circus freak or something, but they left me alone. It was late afternoon and the Stone Street Tavern was almost empty. I exhaled. I knew I looked like a woman trolling for sex, and the 'masters of the universe' who worked on Wall Street would be coming here in droves for a beer or a whiskey to unwind after a hard day's work.
Men more macho then men who worked on Wall Street probably exist somewhere, but nowhere I know. The smell of pure testosterone was all around me. I was scared.
"What'll it be, miss?" the waitress asked me. She thoroughly checked me out and looked at me a bit askance.
"It's a punishment," I said, trying to explain my outlandish appearance. "I fucked my friend Marlene's boyfriend and now I have to come here dressed like this," I said, trying to explain.
"You're playing with fire dressed like that," the waitress said. "Anyway, you have to order something, so what'll it be? A stout? An IPA? We have a nice one from Dogfish.".
"I'm very nervous. How about a whiskey to calm me down? Better bring a smooth one. I'm not really much of a drinker."
"Top shelf, then?" the waitress asked.
"Yes. Wish me luck, please."
"Do you like sex?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"With strangers?"
"Sometimes, yes, maybe. It depends," I said.
"Of course it does. You'll be all right. Just remember, it's your body and you're in charge," she said.
"Not tonight. Marlene said I can't say no to any request," I said, and I shivered.
"Makes you wet, doesn't it?" the waitress asked.
I was too ashamed to speak, so I just nodded. The waitress fetched me glass of a top shelf Scotch whisky along with a second glass. "Happy hour," she said by way of explanation for why I had ordered one glass but got two. Now I had two healthy sized glasses of Scotch whisky right in front of me. I quickly downed the first one. Remarkably, I quickly felt more relaxed, and also warm inside. Nice.
A half hour later the universe masters began to arrive. Women, dressed smartly, also began to arrive. I knew right away I could not compete with the women. To a person, they were all gorgeous with their short skirts showing off their long legs covered in nylons, their hair perfectly coiffed, their teeth perfectly white and their cover girl faces. Their bodies varied, big boobs, small boobs, in between, some a little bit chubby and some a little bit too thin, but the common factor was beauty. Every single one of them was strikingly pretty. I felt like a mouse. My second glass of Scotch went down the hatch.
I just sat at my table and was largely ignored. The waitress returned and I ordered another of the same. This time I got one glass. "Happy Hour is over, I'm afraid," she said. "Everything okay here?"
"Yes. I'm being ignored. I can't compete with all the fabulous estrogen queens in here," I said.
"Just wait. The early crowd isn't serious. Give yourself another hour. If nobody hits on you, the drinks are on me. I'm Andréa, by the way."
"Felicity," I said, giving her my name.
"Pretty name. Nice to meet you, Felicity," she said.
"Right back at you, Andréa," I replied.
Literally minutes after Andréa left, a man sat down next to me. "This seat free, or are you saving it for some stud?" he asked.
"I'm Felicity. I was saving it for you," I said.
"Sam. Pleased to meet you," he said. Sam signaled a waitress. Andréa came right over. "Hey Andie, get Felicity another of what she's drinking and put it on my tab."
"Right away, Sam. This is your lucky night. Felicity is a gem," and in no time she returned with another Scotch for me and a stout for Sam. She winked at Sam. I guess they were friends.
"You seem to know each other," I said.
"I'm a regular here. I've tried to date Andréa, but no dice. She won't date the customers," Sam said.
"I can understand that. I've waitressed a little myself," I said.
"Well tonight we're both customers. Drink to that?" Sam said, and we clinked our glasses and drank hefty swigs. "Love your outfit tonight, by the way. The way you're dressed, it looks as if you're looking for sex."
"Yes, I guess it does," I said.
Sam put his hand on my leg. Marlene's instructions were to let the man do as he pleased, so I didn't say anything. I pretended not to notice. As we talked Sam's hand started stroking the inside of my thigh, going up underneath my ultra-short skirt. If I didn't say or do something, he would soon learn, via his hand, that I was not wearing panties.
He learned. His eyes got big. "May I kiss you, Felicity?" he asked.
