Brenda lay on the bench staring at the horse. She couldn't stop thinking about what had just transpired. This was by far the cruelest Master had ever treated her. Even thought she was sexually satisfied, she was alarmed at how far he went.
Brenda was genuinely afraid when Master took out his knife to cut off her bra and panties, She was sure he would never do anything to harm her, but he had never introduced a weapon into their relationship before. And the flogging, he had never been so brutal. The way he callously left her with nothing to wear on her way home made Brenda feel used and abandoned.
Ever since she started these secret meetings with Master, Brenda had asked herself the same question over and over.
"How can a man get sexual pleasure from doing these sorts of things to a woman?"
As usual, she had no answer. And as usual, it only raised the next question.
"How can a woman get sexual pleasure from having these sorts of things done to her?"
As usual, she had no answer to that question either.
Brenda wasn't sure how long she lay on the bench. She finally gave up trying to analyze her relationship with Master. She sat up on the bench and immediately felt the sting on her ass. She sipped some water from the bottle.
Brenda felt a drop of cum drip from her nose and she started to reach up. She stopped herself, remembering she couldn't wipe her face. She picked up the soiled towel and began to wipe her body. She knew she must be a sight.
Sweat, drool and cum were everywhere. Her cunt and inner thighs were soaked. Cum was still dripping off her face onto her tits. The towel was so wet she wasn't sure if she was really cleaning herself or just smearing everything around.
Brenda knew she had to get going. She wasn't sure what time it was but she had to pick up the kids at 3:00. It didn't seem like she had been here that long. There would plenty of time to go home and change clothes.
Brenda took a few minutes to drink the rest of her water. She slowly stood up, feeling the soreness throughout her body. She closed the windows and walked out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.
She walked to the front door and hesitated. The reality of being naked and alone made her tremble. When Master was with her she felt safe from the outside world. What would she do if someone was out there? What if someone saw her? She looked at the hand towel, it was so small it would barely cover her tits. She held the towel in front of her cunt with one hand and opened the door slightly.
Peeking out, Brenda saw nothing but her car. She leaned her head out and looked around, nothing. Finally she stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. She fumbled with the pad lock, finally getting it to snap closed.
Still trying to cover her cunt, she trotted as quickly as she could in her high heeled sandals. Her tits and ball gag around her neck bounced with every step. She found her skirt on the ground near the front of her car. Picking it up, she looked at the torn zipper and missing button.
Her heart sank. "How can I wear this," she thought.
Then she saw her shredded panties and bra on the ground next to the car door. She picked them up. "Hopeless," she thought and threw them in the open car window along with the hand towel.
Brenda had never felt so vulnerable. She held the skirt in front of her with one hand covering her tits. She put her other hand over her cunt and squeezed her thighs together. She imagined a thousand eyes staring at her naked body. A shiver went down her spine in spite of the warm sun on her skin.
Brenda looked around sheepishly. Seeing nothing, she draping the skirt over the car door, reached in the window and picked the blouse up off the seat. She held it up and realized that the top two buttons were still attached, all the others were missing.
"This might work," she thought excitedly.
She put on the blouse and buttoned the top two buttons. Her tits spread the blouse open exposing her abdomen.
"Great, upside down cleavage," she thought.
It looked like her hard nipples were trying to poke holes through her blouse. Her tits were still damp making the white blouse slightly sheer. The color contrast between her nipples and the skin on her tits was clearly visible through the cotton material. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. No way to keep it on without holding it closed at the back. If she let go, it would slip down to her knees.
"What can I use to hold this skirt closed," she thought.
A memory popped into her mind from her childhood, her mother telling her to always carry a safety pin in her purse.
"Thanks mom. If only I had followed that bit of advice."
She pushed thoughts of her mother from her mind.
"I have no choice," she thought, "I'll have to drive home this way."
Holding the back of her skirt closed, Brenda slid painfully on the car seat. She had to wiggle her ass to arrange the skirt into position covering her. No matter what she tried, she couldn't keep the lower part of her blouse closed.
"At least my tits are covered, even if my nipples are on display," Brenda thought.
Brenda reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror so she could see her face.
"OH MY GOD," she cried out loud.
The reflection in the mirror was shocking. Brenda's hair was a mess, her face was covered with cum, her make up smeared. The red ball gag was hanging around her neck. Brenda almost broke down and cried.
"Stop it, you can get through this," again speaking out loud.
She pulled the barrette out of her hair. She didn't bother trying to brush out her hair, just smoothed it as best she could with her hands. She felt Master's cum on her hair. There was nothing she could do about it now so she just smeared it in. Pulling her hair back into a pony tail, she replaced the barrette.
Rummaging around in the glove compartment, Brenda found the extra pair of sunglasses. The really big ones she only used when she forgot her Ray bans. She put on the sunglasses. They covered most of the make up disaster. The cum was starting to dry into a pasty white color, she didn't think it could be seen from a distance, but up close?
"All I have to do is drive home," she thought, "This will work."
She started the car and looked at the clock on the dash.
"Two Thirty? OH NO!"
She put the car in gear, spinning the tires in the gravel driveway. Thoughts began racing through her mind.
"How could I have been there so long? You were being abused and fucked and lost track of time because you were loving every second of it you slut" she scolded herself
"I have to pick up the kids from school at 3:00! I can't go looking like this!"
Soon Brenda was pulling onto the freeway. She accelerated in the fast lane then slowed down to the speed limit.
"I can't get pulled over like this."
She shivered at the thought of talking to a police officer. How could she explain her clothes, the ball gag, the ankle cuffs not to mention her cum covered face. She had to make a conscious effort to keep her speed down when all she wanted to do was race to the safety of her home.
Brenda called her friend Cheryl with her cell. She tried to keep her voice calm,
"Can you pick up Billy and Jill at school? The dentist office called, they had an opening. I'm getting my teeth cleaned, I can pick them up at your place by 4:00,"
"No problem," Cheryl replied. "I'll drop them off at your place, see you at 4:00."
"Thanks, you're a doll."
So far-so good. Halfway home now. Brenda's heart raced. 10 minutes later she pulled off the freeway.
"Only two traffic lights to go, please let them be green. Please don't let me see anyone I know."
