The doorbell rang. For the last ten minutes I had been agitated, waiting for it after Master's unexpected phone call, forcing myself to sit and not look out of the window. I answered the door to a girl perhaps five years younger than me, in her early twenties, and a few inches taller.
"You got Master's message?
"Yes." Embarrassed I looked quickly down the drive as she said 'Master' in case anyone was there and heard.
"You are alone?"
"Yes. I was going out but I cancelled." My voice sounded breathless.
"Well, are you going to ask me in or shall we talk here?"
"Oh sorry." I stood back and let her walk in. She looked smart, in a jacket and short skirt. Her blonde hair was short and well cut. I wasn't sure if she had anything on under the jacket. She carried a large black bag.
"Nice place."
"Thank you, please come through." I led her into the living room, the morning sun sweeping across the carpet. She gave me an envelope and sat herself down in a chair putting her bag down beside her. I looked down at the envelope.
On the outside was the single word 'Tuesday'. That was his name for me. I was his sub on Tuesdays, every Tuesday ay 10.00 a.m. onward until he sent me away. I had been for a few months. Initially it had begun as a one off after hearing about him from a friend who had moved away from here. Then as I admitted more of my dark desires and as I found myself wanting and doing more with him it had changed into something else. I had become happy to be his submissive slut, more than happy. It was something that I found I needed, even though I was married. My husband, good man that he was, just didn't require me to do the things I wanted.
I opened the sealed envelope and read the note inside. I felt my face colour.
"While you are considering your requirements I wouldn't mind a drink, iced water will do."
"Oh yes. Sorry." I went into the kitchen, my mind working overtime. When I came back I gave her the glass and stood looking at the floor.
"Well what have you decided?"
"Yes.... I will do whatever he wishes."
"Of course. Right." She took a sip of her water and stood taking her back near the window. From it she took a video camera and thin stand. "Don't just stand there, move that armchair out of the way, then strip off." I moved the chair and then slowly began removing my clothing. It was odd undressing and being naked in front of someone else, a total stranger. I'd never been naked in front of a girl after reaching adolescence and only a few men since. I had to remember this was for Master. Even so I was shaking by the time I had removed everything and stood there waiting. My nipples were hard even though it was warm in the room. She then sent me for a dinning room chair and she took it and placed it next to the video. She sat me on the front edge of the chair with my knees just apart. She took out leather cuffs just like Master's and fastened my hands behind me. She tilted my head up so I looked directly at the camera and my tits pressed forward, nipples already hard. She checked the view through the video before standing looking down at me. I closed my eyes for a moment realising that this was going to be a very humiliating time for me...
The next Tuesday I stood before the door again. I had lost track of the number of Tuesday mornings that I had arrived here always slightly breathless with a tight bladder. I always arrived wearing exactly what I had been told to wear for that session and come by public transport. A taxi would take me home. Today I was wearing a thin PVC Mac and four inch ankle strapped shoes. It wasn't raining or even cool; I could quite easily have worn a thin dress. Under my Mac I was wearing only a suspender belt and stockings. No underwear, not even any body hair. I had an anal plug inside me. It was as I had been instructed. The slight tint of my skin could be seen against the Mac as it pressed to me I knew from the mirror. People had looked at me on the journey here. I could feel there questioning eyes. As though they could guess why was I wearing a Mac on this day. I blushed constantly and felt my arousal in the pit of my stomach, felt each movement of the plug as it moved to my own movements. The coolness of the plastic against my flesh had sensitised my skin and hardened my nipples on soon but after putting it on I had felt sticky and warm as I moved inside it. It wasn't the most exposing garment that I had had to wear, some had displayed my charms to almost a sluttish degree, but I knew why I was wearing it and the humiliation was strong.
Eventually my ring was answered, but it wasn't Master! A middle-aged woman who I had never seen before opened the door and ushered me in, telling me to close my mouth and simply do as I was told. Gradually it dawned on me that Master had had her answer the door and therefore she must know all about me. My face burned with embarrassment and shame.
"Come in and do as I say. We both know why you are here. Your Master waits." I stumbled ungracefully into the hall, my mind racing and my face burning. I could feel my heart pounding with apprehension. "Hang your coat up." I stood looking at her for a moment. Was I to do as she said and display exactly what I was or should I run? I knew that I was terribly excited by this With stimulating humiliation coursing through me I slowly unpeeled my coat. The plastic sticking to me in places and I could hear the sound as it came away from the skin. Finally I turned and hung it on the coat-stand by the door. I looked at the floor. "Now, your Master is in his office." Her voice was stern though as I bravely looked at her, her eyes seemed to be laughing and a smile flittered around the corners of her mouth as she blatantly looked my body up and down. I almost covered myself but stopped myself just in time. I had never been naked before another woman since my early teens, with the exception of the day before! I shivered but not with cold.
Moving towards the office my hips rolling due to my heels and my cunt lips slithering against each other. I could feel her eyes on me as she walked behind. It was all I could do to remain outwardly calm; inside I was struggling with this new turn of events. Master was sitting at the computer as we entered, the woman moving to sit on the edge of the desk, displaying quite a length of thigh. She was obviously wearing stockings. Her body was in good shape and she looked quite attractive I had to admit. I stood before Master clasping my hands behind me as he swivelled around to face me. My breasts pushed forward obviously invitingly I hoped.
"Hello Tuesday." He smiled and I relaxed a fraction. "Yes, I understand this is new for you but I am sure you will not mind Diana's presence. She expressed some curiosity about this situation and I considered you to be a fine example of what she wishes to become acquainted with. If you wish you may go and come back next week, but it would please me, and I'm sure you, if you stayed." My body was trembling, I was afraid that the movements of my breasts would give me away. When had she expressed curiosity? How much had my Master told her? Obviously a lot. I didn't know. I didn't know.
"Please Sir, may I stay?" My voice always sounding husky with him.
"Good I'm pleased." Any compliments he gave me had an amazing effect on me. "Now you will refer to Diana as Miss or Miss Diana. I want you to tell her how you would describe yourself with regard to me." I was standing naked before them! Oh God. He knew, he always knew.
"Yes Sir. I am... sexually submissive Miss... I asked... I asked Master to make use of me... and control my sexual life about six months ago. I am allowed to visit Master on Tuesdays. Of course I still carry out his wishes at other times if he wishes but I only see him on Tuesdays. I am his Tuesday girl and that's why he calls me Tuesday." Saying these things was hard. Actually putting them into words made them so real. The sound of myself saying them excited me. Her face remained impassive as I spoke.
"Is your presence here at these sessions forced, or you coerced or is it with your full consent."
"Consensual Miss. I want to come here Miss. I don't know what I'd do if Master stopped me coming." Her eyes changed slightly but no other expression was reflected on her face. I was very aware of my nudity in front of her, my body was giving me away.
"Now tell her how we normally begin these sessions."
"I normally give Master any tape that I need to. And then...Oh sorry Sir I have left the tape in my coat Sir." I knew my eyes widened and I had not done as I should have. It was the shock of her being there, having to show her my body.
"Fetch." Feeling silly I rushed out of the room, breasts bouncing and retrieved the tape before returning quickly.
"I am sorry Sir. I really am Sir. It was ... Sorry Sir." I gave him the video-cassette.
"Continue."
"Yes Miss." I felt myself shaking. I felt near tears. "Master determines when and if I am allowed to masturbate. I'm only allowed to masturbate when he tells me to, never without permission. If I am told to I tape myself doing it. Usually it has been an audio tape, once a video. Last week."
"Tell me when and where was the last time you masturbated." I felt my face burning again.
"Yesterday. 11 o'clock in the morning. At home."
"How do you know it was exactly then?"
"Master told me to. He gives me the days and the times and I have to do it then." I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry of shame. My face burnt but my cunt throbbed and my nipples almost hurt. I remembered the day before. "I have to fit what I do around it."
"What happens if you don't feel aroused at those times?"
"I always am Miss." The thought that I was going to do it for him excited me so much and the wait had me frustrated and ready. Usually I would be counting down the minutes until I was allowed. "Even when I am made to do it suddenly I have never been dry yet." Pride in myself, I noticed. Careful, I thought.
"Do you always do it at the same time or in the same place?"
"No Miss." My mouth had gone dry and I had to concentrate. "No, Master dictates the times. Usually he tells me a long time beforehand, sometimes he phones me and gives me only a few moments."
"And the location?"
"Sometimes. Not always. Often I try and make sure that I am at home if he hasn't, sometimes I am not able to of course."