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Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered ‘SLUTTY CLOTHES.’ Giving in she allowed herself to be changed, to be used, photographed and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her? Would Marie continue her submission and what would her Husband say when he discovered the truth?
As I lay on the bed, in just stockings and suspender belt, my pussy shaved, red and swollen. I wondered what Michael was going to do with the photographs? I hoped he would keep them for us to look at, together. Something at the back of my mind told me that this wouldn’t be the case. I thought about the pictures of Sue and Marcus and of some of the magazines I had seen in my adult life. Would others see me like this?
“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, as if reading my mind.
“I was just wondering about the photo’s you took and who will see them”
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, they are mine to do with what I like, and maybe I will show your white wimp what you do when he’s away. I have them now and that’s that.”
“Would you really show others, Jon included?” I asked, dreading the answer but knowing what it would be.
“You bet your ass I would! You had better be nice to me and be my slut, hadn’t you?”
“Oh please Michael, tell me you won’t, please?”
“Continue the way you are going and everything will be fine.”
I knew I had no choice and just mumbled my answer” Yes”
“That’s right slut you know you have no choice, just like sue has no choice either.”
I wanted to continue with Michael but I was being made to, given no choice. I would have preferred the decision to be mine, but realised that it was all part of my submission to him. Allowing him the ultimate power, he controlled me and my life.
He threw the black mini skirt and top at me “Put these back on now”
I looked at them, thinking ‘A few days ago I would have been so embarrassed to wear anything like this and now look at me.’
I slipped the top over my head, the material rubbing my nipples as it slid down, making them hard.
I pulled the skirt up over my thighs and hips again noticing it clinging like a 2nd skin. My nylon clad legs looking longer than ever due to the skirt length.
While I was dressing Michael walked into the spare room. I wondered what he was doing and went to find out. He had found a black bin bag from somewhere and was busily filling it with the clothes on the bed. I had secretly hoped he would leave them and that I’d be able wear them when Jon returned.
“There we won’t need them anymore, will we? I know a charity shop that will be very grateful for these. I doubt if some of this has been worn more that a few times.”
“Some of them are new; I haven’t worn them at all!”
“And you won’t ever wear them now will you? Don’t think of these as ‘yours’ now, they belong to someone who no longer exists as a person!”
I knew he meant what he said and that I would have to come to accept it. Jon would back soon and he would get a real shock, I hoped he liked the new me. He had, after all wanted me to dress in a similar way for along time and it was him that had the fantasy about other guys. I just didn’t know what reaction I would get when he realised I was a black mans slut.
“Right, Marie, get me some food and a beer there’s a good girl.” I just nodded and went down stairs into the kitchen.
I walked past the telephone and saw the message indicator flashing red. Pressing the button I heard Jon’s voice.
‘Hi darling, I have finished the job here well ahead of time and will be home in a few hours.” The machine told me the message was timed 10 am that morning. I looked at the clock on the wall, almost 2pm.
“I guess he will see the new you a lot sooner than you thought” Michael said from behind me.
“I suppose he will.” I replied.
“Well, at least you won’t have to long to wait, will you?” Michael grinned “I have your old clothes here in this bag, so you can’t change back, it’s either this or nude, your decision.”
“I hoped I’d have longer to get used to the new me but he has to see me like it sooner or later, the sooner he does the sooner I will know what he thinks.”
“You do like the new you, don’t you, Marie?”
“I think so” I replied unsure what to say.
“You told me earlier that you loved it! You look so good, so slutty; you want to obey and please me, don’t you?”
“Yes you know I do Michael, I have done everything you have asked.”
I looked in the full length mirror in the hallway and again saw a stranger looking back at me. Even my face looked different. Heavy, dark eye makeup and bright lip gloss. Definitely a stranger!
Entering the kitchen, I heard my platform shoes on the tiled floor ‘clack clack’ I was still finding them a little awkward to walk in.
Michael asked for a sandwich to go with his beer. I took it to him, at the breakfast bar and as I placed it down his hand was under my skirt. His fingers finding my exposed pussy, making me moan. I knew I would let this man do anything he wanted. I didn’t move and stood there next to him, my legs parting to allow access.
Looking out of the patio doors, I saw Ann again, she was trimming a shrub and at the same time looking in my direction. I think Michael saw her and said “Lets give nosey a show, shall we?” He then hiked my skirt up so I was fully exposed, pussy, ass and stocking tops.
Ann was staring hard; I don’t think she could believe what she was seeing. The previously moderate neighbour, Marie being treated in such a way by a strange black man. She stood there watching. Michael positioning me, in such a way she could see his fingers working my pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening; her watching was getting me so excited.
“My, my, aren’t we getting wet, you like being watched slut?
“Mmmmm yes”
“Thrust your hips forward”
I did as he asked. Hips moving, forward, on to his fingers. I arched my back, exposing even more.
“Feel your tits now, show her how hot you are.”
I did that to, my eyes half closed but seeing her watching. The black fingers, still, doing their magic. I felt my self climbing, about to cum and gripped the breakfast bar. Michael moved his fingers faster and I came.
“Oh god” was all I could say over and over.
“I think the bitch enjoyed that as much as you did.”
I looked again and saw Ann had her hand on her crotch and appeared to be rubbing herself. When she saw us looking she flushed and ran back inside her house.
“There you are slut another public show, you are really getting into this.”
I had to admit I had really been excited, by being exposed and watched as I gave my pussy to him.
“Tell me how you feel”
“Horny, never felt so excited.” I said breathing hard.
“Good, you are going to be just what I need.”
