The package and the second note were still on my lap. It was getting late. So many memories had flood back to me as I tried to make the hardest decision in my life. I tried to remember everything he had told me about this harem of his. For months I barely believed him so I don't remember the early conversations too well. My eyes looked down onto the second note. It was the preliminary agreement. It had the basics. As soon as accepted I am to call him Master instead of Sir. I am to wear only clothing provided to me when in the complex or in service. As I scanned over the rest, I could feel my eyes going blurry. I knew what I was going to do tomorrow afternoon.
I drank the rest of the bottle of wine I had taken out somewhere during this thought process and took a deep breath before opening the package. There was a tag. 'Provided Attire'.
Right on top was a thin black demi-cup bra. Underneath that was a short and very sheer black blouse. Folded next to it was an incredibly short grey and white plaid skirt. Pleated. Sort of reminded me of the high-schooler's that walked by everyday. On the bottom of the box was a pair of boots that looked like they had to come up to mid thigh with what had to be a 4-inch heel. But it was not empty. Tucked in the corner was a butt plug. Medium in size and black. I stared at it and realized that there were no panties in the box.
SO much went through my head. I will have to change after work. I will need a place to do that or a coat to wear out of the building. What was this address? I knew the area but I couldn't bring to my mind what was there. When I get there, who will see me dressed in this? I got no sleep. I was anxious, tipsy, scared, and in shock.
The next morning, I carried with me a bag with the outfit, make-up, a raincoat and my pocketbook and that was it. Since I was awake, I got ready early and just looked at my apartment. Every nook and cranny of it. I went through the day numb. I watch closely as all the students passed through my classroom. Can I really be serious? But when that last bell rang, I was slipping into a bathroom in the teachers lounge and changing. I gasped as I pushed the plug into my ass. I wrapped the coat around me and did my hair and make-up. I parted the coat quickly when I was done and took a sharp breath. I looked like a hooker! My pussy was tingling as I left the building.
I followed the directions and stopped in front of the address provided. The butt plug pushing deep into my ass with every bump. This can't be right. I was looking at a XXX variety store in the middle of an industrial park? My hands shook. I got out and walked into the store. My eyes scanned those inside. There were 4 people total in the store. A professional looking young guy in a suit, a biker whose hand went to his crotch when he saw me, and talking to my......Can I say Master? the pudgy, middle-aged owner behind the counter who looked tired and cruel. I quickly went to Mr. Kinkade's side. "I am here to accept your offer to be tested Sir." I said very lowly so as not to allow the man behind the counter to hear. Master looked at me and his eyes went dark.
"Did I tell you to wear that coat?" He asked loudly. I turned deep red and looked to find everyone was listening.
"N-no Sir." I whispered
"Well then get it off." I felt hot all over as I undid the buttons and let it fall off my shoulders. Now the biker was out and out rubbing at a bulge in his pants. I cringed.
"I was just asking this fine gentleman what a typical cock whore would enjoy watching when her Master was not at home to serve." I wanted to crawl into the floor. Maybe this is more than I could handle. "And he wanted to know what kind of whore you were. I thought it would be better to wait for you to get here to tell him yourself." All feeling went out of my arms and legs. He couldn't be serious. He wanted the required introduction? I have learned it for presenting myself to his Dom friends but never a stranger off the street not in the lifestyle. He pinched my nipple through all the thin material. "Well?" I flinched and drew in a breath concentrating on looking down and faced in the direction of the store owner.
"I am a cock worshiping whore. An obedient slave always wet and ready to serve your every fantasy." I flashed a look upwards and saw that the man had a leer on his face.
"So, now do you have any ideas?" Master said to him. He licked his lips but Master cut him off and turned to the other two men in the store. "How about you two? Any ideas what kind of fantasy would be good for my new whore?" I felt hot tears forming but I held them in somehow. "I have a proposition to make. Pick out a movie with the theme you would like most to experience with this slut and bring it to me in the booths in the back. If I approve of the theme, and you agree to a health exam, I will give you a number to call to make the appointment to be screened. Once cleared, you will be given an address to meet this slut for your pleasure for 36 hours.
Oh. My. God. No. No way. I can't go through with this. Was he crazy? This can't be real. I looked at the front door to my car outside. I could leave now. I could at any time during the test. But I couldn't look back. Ever. Oh god. I wasn't going anywhere. I was mortified and furious but my pussy was getting wetter and wetter and wouldn't let me leave. He leaned into me.
"Stay out here for them to visualize for 10 mins then come find me." and he walked into the back where the movie and dancer booths were. I stood rooted to the spot. I felt the eyes on me. I saw the biker again with an evil grin on his face as he rubbed at his cock through his jeans. I saw the professional in shock. He kept looking at me like I wasn't really there. And the owner. He seemed to pull a video right away. I looked at the clock and started to move towards the hallway. I passed movie booths first and then dancer booths. My heart started to beat.
