I was able to service another three men, taking my required pictures as I did. With each I repeated my previous routine as I had done with the first two. None of the three men spoke, and all of their cocks were about the same; meaning nothing was really all that impressive about them. Each man came, either on my chest, my face or in my mouth, and each time I made sure I was smiling in the picture. After my first thirty minutes in the booth I was pleased to realize I was half way done with my ten blowjobs, and was feeling good that I make get my task done earlier than I previously thought. Hopefully, Sage would be happy with my completion of the task, and satisfied with how quickly I would get it done.
After finishing my first five men, I had a bit off down time so I quickly texted the eight new pictures I had taken to Sage. Unfortunately, the steady supply of men needing to be serviced seemed to have slowed down, so I had to take up my original position of squatting as I waited. Three minutes had passed and no one showed up, but I was surprised to see my phone light as I received a message from my mistress.
"Looks like my little teacher slut is having herself some fun. Half way through, so let's see if I can't make it a bit more interesting. During your next break between blow jobs, I want you to slip your dress through one of the holes and into which ever booth is empty at the moment. That should spice things up some, not knowing if you will get it back or not. Have fun slut, and keep the pictures coming. Oh, and don't forget to call me once you have gotten to ten."
Sage always knows how to keep me on my toes, and push my limits. Pushing my dress through one of the holes would mean I would be left naked in my booth with nothing to cover up with. I would only be able to hope that once I was done my dress would still be in the booth for me to retrieve it after I was all done. There would be no guarantee that it would be, and also I would have to exit my booth completely naked to even get it back. Even though this new additional task was a gamble, I knew I wanted to take it and do what I could to make my mistress as pleased with me as possible. So, since I was still waiting for the next dick to appear, I grabbed my dress from the door handle, and began slipping it into the booth to my left. I pushed it through and watched it fall away in to the darkness of the other booth. I was now without any bit of clothing except for my heels. The knowledge of this, made me feel liberated, and I didn't care at that moment if I would get it back or not. I just wanted to suck some more cocks and please Sage.
Thankfully I did not have to wait long for my next "customer". Moments after my dress disappeared into the booth to my left, a dick poked through the hole on the right. It was by far the biggest of the night, but it would not have matter, as I would have devoured it no matter what. I quickly pounced on it as I had with the others, and even got so into it that I almost forgot to take the first picture. I quickly corrected my mistake, and was soon back to just focusing on getting the anonymous man in the booth next to me to cum. My enthusiasm must have been helpful, because I was able to get him off faster than any of the others. I felt his first spurt hit my tongue, and instinctively I pulled it out and let him finish spraying his load onto my face. Not only was he the largest cock of the night, but he also shot the largest load. Once he finally finished, it felt like my entire face was plastered with semen; I felt both dirty and proud. Before I let him pull away, I leaned in and kissed the head of his penis, while I also snapped off my required picture.
With six men serviced, I could sense I was nearing the finish line. I was proud of myself for doing as my mistress wanted; proud of myself for being able to get these strangers off so effectively. Rather than wipe away the cum of the previous stranger as I had with all the others, I instead just clear it out of my eyes and let it remain as a badge of honor on my face as I waited for the next one. In my head, the stranger's load was a symbol of my duty, and of my success. Even if I was the only one that knew, it still carried the same amount of weight with me. I was a proud submissive, on her knees, in a glory hole booth, and sucking strange cocks.
Waking me out of my proud moment was the appearance of the next cock protruding from the hole to my left; the booth with my dress. The notion that this stranger was in the same booth as my dress spurred me to perform more so. The idea that he may take it with him after, or that he was just simply standing on it with dirty shoes filled my head and I became a cock sucking fiend. I made quick work of him, got my pictures, and focused on the next one that was poking out of the other booth waiting. The next twenty or so minutes were a blur of me going back and forth from hole to hole, servicing the next three men. I was lost in my lustful desire to perform, and finish my task. By the end of my tenth man, I was covered and caked in cum; my badge of honor growing which each deposited new load. Fortunately, almost as if the universe knew my task, after the tenth man was finished, I had a long break. I took that time to send out the remaining pictures to Sage, and then call her. It only took one ring before she answered, and from the tone of her voice in her greeting I could tell that she was pleased with me.
"Hello my glory hole slut, I see that you have finished the first part of your task. It seems that you completed it very well too. You look good covered in cum. Well, I guess now I should let you in on the second part of your task. You are to leave the booth immediately after this call ends. Do not even look to retrieve your discarded dress or wipe your face. Go directly outside and back to your car. Get inside and drive to the fast food restaurant at the other end of town. It will have a drive-thru which is open twenty four hours. You drive-thru and order a vanilla shake nude and covered in jizz. Once you have your shake, drive back home and park your car in the garage. Take your shake and purse inside, and leave your purse on the kitchen counter. You will then take out your phone and with the shake in hand go out through your front door to the neighbor's house across the street. They keep their garbage cans on the side of the house, you are to make your way too them at which point you will take another selfie of yourself throwing the shake away in their garbage. At no point are you to drink from the shake. You will then send me the picture, and wait by your neighbor's garbage cans for my reply. Is this clear slut?"
"Yes mistress."
The phone went silent; I knew what I had to do. I calmly stood up, put my phone in my purse, and picked it up. I didn't give myself time to think, I just went about my task as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Walking through the sex shop, I could feel the stares of the few patrons around the store. They were all gawking at my nudity, and the fact that I had a face plastered with cum. Keeping my head up, I pushed myself to continue and was soon outside headed to my car. Inside my car, I felt a bit more sense of safety and cover, but not much. I quickly started my engine and put it into gear to wake my way to the next destination.
Since it was rather late, traffic in the town was minimal, and I didn't notice at any point if anyone else noticed me. It took me about twenty minutes to get to the drive-thru restaurant Sage requested I go to. The restaurant was close except for the drive-thru, and because it was the only building on the lot, there were only two cars parked outside; presumably belonging to the employees inside. Pulling up to the drive-thru, I was the only one there, so I had no wait to get to the order board. After being greeted by the employee's voice through the speaker box, I gave her my order and was told to pull to the next window to pay and pick up my shake. This was it, now another stranger would see my in such a whorish state; nude and covered in cum. As if on cue, a car pulled in behind me pretty cementing the fact that my only option was to pull forward. Not that I wanted to back out, but it did help me get over the little nerves I had.