Peter picked up the end of my leash and tugged gently on it. Turning away from me, he pulled me along behind. A few people in shop looked over at me, and I flushed. The collar was visible despite the heaviness of my coat, and Peter kept the chain taut. Though conscious of the stares, my pussy dampened. My heart raced as I wondered what people must think of me. This was definitely an act of dominance, but my willingness to submit made us partners in the game. I began to feel wild and dirty, as though I wore the symbol of my sexual courage around my neck. I imagined these people beating off that night in their beds, thinking of fucking me while Peter held me still with the chain.
We approached a door at the back of the shop. Peter placed the two tokens in the small meter on the entrance and it clicked open. I walked in behind him, my leash tight between us.
The room was dimly lit. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling had been painted blue and it gave everything a bruising tone and a dark concealing energy. As my eyes adjusted I saw rows of chairs, about ten deep with two lots of chairs in each row, facing toward a large old television screen. The television was playing hard-core porn and the blue grey room was filled with the sounds of women cumming.
To our right I noticed a series of booths with closed doors, small secret rooms hiding I did not know what. No doubt their wicked little job was too conceal. To our left were a series of open rooms, no door, and just little benches with a padded vinyl over the top.
There were men in the room, watching the porn. Probably eight or ten. They had their backs to us, and no one turned to look when we came in. Many of them had busy arms, their hands which I could not see working ferociously in their laps.
Peter pulled me forward, and then undid the buttons of my coat. When it was free, he walked behind me and slid my coat off my shoulders. I was naked except for my black lace suspender belt, my seamed stockings and my black heels. And of course, the velvet collar around my neck and my leash, which hung loose between my breasts down to my thighs.
Picking up the leash from in front of me again, Peter walked forward with me behind him. As we walked across the back of the room no one noticed anything, their eyes glued to the screen, the gasping women in their ears. But as Peter walked me down toward the front of the room, men from the back rows forward turned their lustful gaze toward me. One man, as soon as he saw me, leapt up and ran out of the room.
By the time we'd made half way down the room, the men had turned their full attention on me. I was acting on instinct. I had no idea what was going to happen. I wondered how much of this had been set up by Peter. I presumed most of it. Peter had told me to trust him. One thing I knew was that I would never have a chance like this again. If I wanted this experience, now was the time.
I was still wet from being in the sex shop, but the shock of what had happened in walking into the blue room had almost dried me up. In the corner, with the porn going next to us, Peter turned my back to the men who were gathering around us, looking.
"Spread your legs." Peter commanded. I noticed he did not use my name and I assumed it was for my safety. I spread my legs.
"Now show these hungry men your pussy. No one here is allowed to fuck you or touch you, but they want to cum. You have to help them with that little problem."
Peter bent me forward at the waist so that my backside was soon very high in the air. I leaned forward on to a chair that was placed in front of me to give me balance. I felt so wild with my genitals exposed like that to these dirty sleazy men who wanted to get off. A few of them were mumbling and I could hear appreciation.
"Gentlemen," said Peter. "Take a good long hard look at this vagina,' and he stood next to me and placed his hands on my buttock. "Let me spread the lips for you, so she is properly exposed for your eyes. See the wetness glistening? She must be getting off, on showing you her pussy at such close range. And what do you make of her tight little hole up here? Watch it quiver when I touch it."
Peter took his middle finger and pumped it into my vagina.
"Oh yeah man, do her." Said one man
"Give her what she needs," goaded another.
I felt so hot. I thought I might cum if he kept this up. In my ears were porn sounds as well as the noises the men where making beating off to my naked, exposed pussy.
"Let's really make her cum, for your viewing pleasure gentlemen." Peter announced.
He pulled his fingers our and turned and placed two in my mouth. I sucked and sucked my own wet juice off them. Then he turned back and stuck both fingers into my vagina. Separating the fingers slightly he exposed the damp pink wetness deep inside me.
I could hear the men groaning now, and grunting as Peter pumped his fingers in and out of me. Then he moved his other hand to my clitoris and began strumming it. I knew what was coming. This had become a favorite trick of Peters and it worked well every time. As he worked me more and more into frenzy her pulled the two fingers out and plunged one back into my vagina and one directly into my ass.
This made me cry out in lust, my face pressed into the chair, drooling, as I pumped hard back on to his fingers. I was cumming hard and groaning loudly into the chair. I could hear the men saying, "fuck! She's cumming." Or "Oh yeah, give her what she needs" or "spill out of that hot slit baby" as I writhed and squirmed in to Peters fingers, all the while being pumped harder and harder into me. The men in the room started to cum and I could hear moans and cries of "oh yeah" or "baby, you made me cum too' as spurts and splashes landed on the floor next to my feet.
An offering to the goddess.
Peter stood me up and wrapped me in my coat, and sat me in the chair. One by one the men came up and thanked me and told me how beautiful and desirable I was. I was half crazed with lust, but that was when I knew for sure Peter must have set it all up. I didn't know of many porn shops where men behaved like that.
Soon all the men had left and we were alone in the blue room with the film still playing loudly.
"I want you." Peter said simply.
He stood me up and sat down facing the screen. He undid his fly and his large erect penis jumped out, grateful for release.
"Come here" he said.
My coat fell away and he pulled it off and let it fall on the ground. I spread my legs, the cum connecting my thighs like slivery spider webs, and sat on his penis facing him, my legs wrapped around the back of that dirty little chair in that sleazy place. I rocked to and fro on his penis, feeling the throws of orgasm rising in me again.
"Just us" said Peter as he bucked his hips into me. "It's just us. Our love for each other can even make this place beautiful. This sleazy ugly place has been consecrated by your beautiful juices and our unholy love."
Crying into him and bucking wildly on his penis, his words started to make me cum.
"Oh yes my princess. Cum all over me" he cried as he could feel my vagina clutching and sucking on his penis. I could tell by his breathing he was starting to cum. Soon his penis spasmed and shot up deep inside of me.
And then we were spent. Me half naked. Peter dressed. Both of us kissing deep long wet loving kisses ion the sleaziest place in the world, made beautiful by our love.
Peter dressed me into my coat again and took some time to wipe clean my face. He put his suit back into place, and except for what we had both just been through and what was going on between us, we looked almost like any other couple. My collar was removed and Peter folded it up carefully and placed it back in his suit breast pocket. He kissed me and looking down into my eyes said "I want to take you home and bath you. I want to rub oil into your body and worship you just a little. You were so brave and so exciting tonight. I want to savor you."
We walked out of the blue room, and thankfully the sex shop seemed to be empty. We walked past the man at the counter who did not look at up and went down the stairs and out into the street again. We walked to where I had parked the car, Peter had cleverly made his way in a taxi, so that he could then drive me home.
Once we had gotten back to the cottage, I was feeling very sleepy. Peter opened my side of the car for me, and held my hand, walking me to the front door. Inside there were fresh Lilly's in vases all over the cottage. It looked like a beautiful garden and smelt strongly of the flowers. Peter sat me in a chair and poured me a glass of white wine from the fridge. Then he went to the bathroom, as he had before and ran me a hot deep bath.
When I came into the bathroom, it was full of candles and smelled like the Lilly's. He slipped the coat off me. It was a relief to get it off. It was heavy and so hot in the mid summer night. I slumped slightly in my shoulders, I was so tired and felt emotionally exhausted as well. What had happened to me was draining. I had come up against the darkest part of me, and I had made it out the other side, still beautiful. I took the underwear off while Peter tended the bath, then I stepped in, and sunk myself deep into it.
Peter brought me my wine and then ordered us Mexican Tapas from an excellent little restaurant up the road. He stepped out twenty minutes later to get our takeaway order. While he was gone I completed my bath, and stepped out, drying myself in the huge white fluffy towel that Peter had laid out for me.
When Peter returned, he put our food on a slow warmer, and took me to the bedroom. He lay me on my belly and rubbed some smooth oil into my back and legs. It smelt like the Lilly's as well.
"Anna, do you know why I have Lilly's tonight?"
"No" I had replied.
"Because we are celebrating the death of an old Anna, and the birth of a beautiful new woman. You crossed a line tonight my love." He ran his hands hard over my back, kneading and relaxing my taught muscle. "You have gone into the darkest place in your could and you have come out of it the other side. You are Innocent now. Can you feel it? You are pure. You have embraced your darkness and that makes you a sublime perfection."
I knew what he meant. I felt as though I had done something very dirty, but I also felt liberated from guilt or self-loathing. I had no shame about what I had done tonight. It was there inside me anyway. I had fallen in love with that Anna tonight, and I wanted to have her with me always.
"I love you. There will never be another woman for me Anna. Never. You are grace and beauty and darkness combined and am enthralled by you. You are everything I have ever dreamed of."
*****
The bell ringing woke me from my daydream. I was very wet between my legs. That time with Peter never failed to arouse me. He was the sexiest, most exciting man I had ever known.
