This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.
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Keith lay on top of me recovering from his orgasm. I felt so proud that my body gave him so much pleasure that he needed time to recover. He wouldn't have been able to move anyway; I had my arms wrapped around him in a death grip and I never wanted to let him go. I lay under him, the weight of his body trapping me against the mattress, recovering from my own orgasms, listening to his breathing, and basking in the heat from his body.
Eventually, he rolled off of me, lying next to me on his side. He wrapped me up in his powerful arms, with one hand on my back and the other covering both cheeks of my ass. He pulled me against his body. I snuggled into him and moaned. I could feel cock against my thigh. Not the big, hard, hot pole he has been shoving into my body lately (to my delight), but soft, warm and big, but of a more manageable size.
After a while, I looked up at him, "I love the things we have been doing; even the things you have done to me and made me do. I want you to do more to me. We go to work tomorrow and we can't let anyone know about us but I don't want our 'games' to stop until next weekend. What can we do?" My voice was almost a plea by the time I stopped talking.
Keith rolled over on his back taking me with him; my head sliding down to his chest, my body pressing along his side and my bare, damp pussy rubbing against the hard muscle in his thigh. "This weekend has been like a dream come true for me. Let me handle work." He said softly, his voice somehow deeper. "I knew I would love doing things with you; and to you. What more would you like me to do?"
"I'm not sure. I liked how you made me show my panties to the valet last night. And I loved how you made me wear that skimpy lingerie for you earlier and how you made me shave my pussy and the rest of my body. And I REALLY liked what you did to me after you made me do those things." I said smiling.
"And you want more?" he asked, pulling me tighter to him.
"Oh, yes; doing those things got me excited, but what excites me more is that you make me do them; the look in your eyes when you make me do them. It humiliates me when you do them but I know that it pleases you to see me suffer. That excites me and makes me want you to do more things to me; harder things for me to do." I said.
"So you want me to do harsher things to you more often?"
"Yes," I answered quickly, "but I want you to do things to me that will humiliate me even more. Make me do things that will embarrass me even more. MAKE me do unspeakable things and let other people see me. It would be so humiliating for me but it would make me so excited. I know you would never do anything that would injure me or damage my reputation. I trust you to take care of me."
"So you want to have to do things that humiliate you even more. Things others can see; maybe even participate in." He said thoughtfully. "Or, do things to you secretly in a public setting that you must endure quietly to avoid embarrassment?"
"Well, you said that if I belonged to you, you'd show off more of me to men so they could envy you for what you had -- me. I want to belong to you. I don't want to be able to refuse you anything you want to do to me." I said snuggling my naked body closer to him.
"You want to expose yourself to other men?" he asked almost daring me.
"No, I don't want to LET other men see me. I want you to MAKE me show myself to other men. I know I would be so humiliated but, I know I would be so excited knowing you were there and MADE me do it." I said starting to breathe a little faster just talking about.
"I can do that." he said slowly, pulling me on top of him. He kissed me running his hands over the back of my naked body paying special attention to my ass. "It's getting close to dinner time; let's get cleaned up and go down to the kitchen and get something to eat."
"Okay." I rolled off of him and stood up. He eyed my body like a wolf eyeing up a lamb.
He sat up on the edge on the bed, "You go ahead; I'll put what I want you to wear on the bed and I'll meet you in the kitchen."
"Do you want to shower with me?" I giggled putting a fingertip to my mouth, crossing one knee in front of the other by raising one foot slightly and twisting my body side to side.
"Yes, I do" he said flashing that smile (you know what that smile does to me), "but then we'll never get to eat and I'd like to take you to see some of the grounds. I'll use the shower in my office. See you in the kitchen."
I pushed my lower lip out in a pout. Twisted my body a few more times, just to show him what he was missing and ran off to the bathroom.
I showered not getting my hair wet to save time, dried off with one of the big fluffy towels and walked naked into the bedroom in case Keith was there. Somehow I knew teasing him was just asking for him to punish me somehow, but I knew the punishment would be some exquisite torment that I was learning I craved.
But Keith was not in the bedroom. I looked on the bed and saw a pair of black heels with thin ankle straps. I picked one up and looked at it. It was my size, of course, Keith picked everything out himself, but the heel looked strangely higher than normal. I picked up one of the high heels I wore earlier; it was still lying on the floor next to the bed where Keith dropped it and compared it to the one from the bed. It was at least an inch higher. These heels were five inches high.