Hookers and Whores
I called Tom to talk to him about the next month. Gavin didn't want me sleeping with Tom for a while, and he's right, I didn't want to violate our relationship any more than I already have. I don't want Tom to slide his cock into me after Gavin's had been there. I don't know, it just somehow seems all the more wrong. I explained that I want our honeymoon to be special, I want it to be as if it were all new. He's skeptical, I mean, what guy would be ok with not getting laid for a month? But he didn't protest much, he trusts me. It hurts to violate that trust, to not live up to it, but I've got to see this through, for my sake and for Tom's.
I was distracted at work, my mind pulling me in so many directions. I kept thinking about the night before, what was Gavin planning on doing with those pictures? I couldn't help but to think about our agreement and what would happen during the following month. And, of course, I was distracted because of how horny I'd become over the last few days. I wanted cock. At this point I was ready to bend over my desk and let any and all the guys here at work take turns with me. I didn't care. I wanted to get laid. Tonight.
I make it to Gavin's house at the same time, parking in the same place. The door isn't locked, so I walk in and up the stairs. As instructed, I undress on the landing to the stairs, peeling my clothes off and folding them neatly. In the box, my attire for the evening is simple, open toe black platform pumps with a six inch heel, the black butt plug from the night before, and a small bottle of lube to help ease the butt plug in.
The shoes go on first. I can't help but to smile as I admire them on my feet, Tom always called shoes like these hooker shoes. There were times in the past that I had considered buying similar shoes to wear for Tom, just the shoes, nothing else. Of course I tried to feel him out, asking if he liked them, or how he thought I would look in them. His answers were always bland and blasé. So, I never bought the shoes. I wanted normalcy at first, I needed it. I lived in constant fear that Tom would want more from me than I would be able to give. But that never happened. I just figured that he knew what I had been through and was waiting until I had healed. In time, however, I couldn't help but to wonder why he didn't want more from me. Why didn't he want me to be slutty for him? It really does some damage to a woman's ego when the one she loves doesn't see her as a sexual being. Maybe that's why I was so excited, strapping the shoes on. I felt sexy and naughty. For just a moment the guilt vanished. Gavin saw me as a woman with needs, as a beautiful and sexual being, and more, he knew what he wanted from me.
The lube was thin and watery, I rubbed a thin layer on the butt plug and placed a few drops on the tip of my finger. I rubbed my finger around my asshole, circling the tight hole, before slowly sliding the finger in. I've masturbated in the past, but I always rub my clit, I never play with my ass. Maybe it was all the toying my ass received yesterday or maybe it was because of how horny I had been the last few days, but I could feel myself close to cumming as I slowly worked my finger in and out of my ass. I had to stop or else I'd cum. Reluctantly but resolutely, I slid my finger out and grabbed the butt plug. I pressed the tip against my ass and sat down against it, feeling it stretch my ass and fill me.
"Good girl." Gavin smiled, leaning over the railing that looked down onto the landing. I hadn't noticed him there. He was dressed similar to the night before, jeans and a tee shirt, fresh from the shower. In his hands he held the leash and collar, folded into a tight bunch in his hands.
With one last push on the butt plug and a small gasp, I was ready. I placed my folded clothes, my other life, into the box, and closed the lid. I was ready for this life, I was ready to be a toy again. Like the night before, I sat with my legs under me, my hands placed on my thighs, and my eyes down.
"I have a treat for you." Gavin smiled, walking around the railing and coming down the stairs. Standing behind me, he leaned over to show me the collar, the one from the night before only now it had a small metal tag hanging from it. It was a pink tag in the shape of a dog bone, the kind that you can get at any of the big pet store chains, this one was personalized. Centered in the tag read the word, 'whore.' I was his pet now, his pet whore - just like I was seventeen years ago.
Gavin placed the collar around my neck, the tag clanking against the metal clasp, cold against my neck. The harsh click of the leash clip closing onto the collar. It was the sound of my day time self being locked away, locked away and bound, only to be released when I was done performing, when I was done being used.
Gavin started up the stairs, leash tight in his hands, "Come."
I do as I'm told, crawling on my hands and knees after him when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye in the living room. I want to look, but Gavin is watching me crawl up from the landing.
"Oh, she's a cute one." A woman's voice, light and playful.
My head snaps up to see where the voice came from, I hadn't expected this. The woman is sitting on the couch in a tan and white patterned sundress, her milky white legs stretched out and crossed on the ottoman, brown sandals lazily pushed to the side. She's petit, the kind of woman that can still shop in the misses section, the kind people like me envy and loath at times. Her hair is blonde and wavy like mine, but much longer, hanging down to the center of her back at least, the hair pulled away from her face with a barrette. She catches my eye and smiles, a nice smile that reflects in her eyes, though there is just the slightest hint of wickedness there. Her features are almost elfish, small and delicate. I catch myself before saying hello, that would be breaking the rules, punishment. No. I look up, meet her eyes, then look back down, hiding my face, feeling the heat and red creep up my neck and into my cheeks.
Gavin sees the whole thing, he notices the shared look between the woman and I, he sees my embarrassment, a smirk touches the corners of his mouth. "We have company tonight Julie" he says as I make my way up the last step, being led to the living room. "This is Lydia and the same rules that apply to me apply to her, you can call her Miss."
"This whore understands." A sudden awareness of my nakedness overtakes me, I want to cover myself.
"Hey sweetie." Lydia voice is a lilt, a song, soft and light.
"Hello Miss." Gavin leads me right to the foot of the couch.
"Sit." He commands, I follow, sitting back, my feet tucked under me, the clunky shoes uncomfortable against my ass. Gavin unhooks the leash from my collar and tosses it onto the chair next to the couch then sinks into the couch next to Lydia, putting his arm around her.
For a moment I feel a rush of envy, of jealousy. I was supposed to be the one sitting beside him on the couch, not a dog being issued commands.
