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After the way Jerome left me last time, it took me a bit too really comprehend why I enjoyed my time with him. He had once again used me and left me wanting. He humiliated me, and made me behave like a simple slut to be used. However, at no point did I not want to do as he requested or ordered. In fact I got off on giving myself over to him to use. I felt free and truly enjoyed the time I have submitted to my black master. It took only my journey out of the parking structure to come to this realization.
Once I was out on the street that the structure was on, I began to surmise where I was. He had left me in an office complex about three blocks away from the theater, and now I just needed to get back there to get my keys and car. This of course was going to be a little more humiliating than normal, as I was just wearing a basketball jersey, and reeked of sex and piss. However, going through the humiliation of walking to the theater to retrieve my keys was better than walking the long distance home and having to figure a way to enter my house without keys.
I just simply began walking back to the movie theater, and took the time to just live in the moment. It took me about 5 minutes to get to the ticket window, and without any pause I asked the girl working it if any keys had been turned in. She said that she would look in lost and found, and asked what kind of keys where they. I told her that they were my car keys and they had a noticeable keychain on them. I just couldn't bring myself to say what the keychain was. However, she must have understood because upon her return she had a huge grin on her face and she gave me a heavy look over before giving me my keys back. I simply smiled and thanked her before turning away towards my car.
In my car, I could tell the whole experience made me wet. As I drove home, I could only hope Jerome would have me acting like a real dirty slut, sooner rather than later. Even though I knew my actions and behavior was not appropriate for someone of my standing, the experience of it all kept fueling my fire. I was hooked like an addict.
The next day at school, I dressed a little less provocatively, but I still looked sexy. I could tell the gossip around school was about the message I wrote in the restroom the day before. It caused me to smirk knowing that everyone was wondering if what it said was true. Of course I knew it was and that just made me feel dirtier than ever. I decided to send Jerome a text letting him know what the buzz was. Unfortunately he did not return my message, and nor did I hear from him at all that day. I figured that it being Friday he may want to meet up.
That night at home alone, I spent the evening naked except for my collar, and reflecting on all the devious events. I kept looking at the pictures and videos he had captured of me, and my pussy was a constantly drenched. Let it be known that I feel asleep exhausted.
The morning after, I gathered myself and decided to run a few errands that I had let slide as I was acting like a cheap slut for the week. The errands helped keep me occupied, and kept me from wanting to go home and fuck myself silly. By the time I did get home, it was early afternoon and I still had no contact from Jerome. I felt a little upset and wondered if he was already bored with me. Thankfully, I was able to distract myself partly with dinner and a movie I rented, but by the end of the night the desire to be used was really present. It was another night with my rubber substitute rather than performing for my new black master. Waking up the next morning I had enough and I texted Jerome again.
"I really miss you, and want to have some fun."
Again there wasn't an immediate reply, but after three hours my phone chirped to life with a message.
"So the slut needs more?"
"Yes, this slut needs so much more. Please."
"What are you willing to do to get more?"
"Anything sir. I will do whatever it takes. I just need to see you."
"Well to get me interested in a dirty slut like you again, send me one of the photos I've taken of you sucking my dick."
I was in a state of pure erotic desire, and I responded without thinking. Quickly I pulled up a picture with my mouth wrapped around his wonderful tool, and sent it off to him.
"That was quick slut; you must really need me to use you."
"Oh god yes sir. Please use this slut."
"What if I told you I wanted to post that picture you just sent online? Would you like that slut?"
"Oh my, I don't know. It would be so dangerous, what if someone I knew saw it?"
"Don't worry about that bitch; you would love it if everyone knew what a dirty slut you are. Isn't that right slut?"
"Yes I would love it, but it would be so humiliating for someone I know to see it. The humiliation of it though turns me on."
"I bet slut, but I won't post it; yet. Maybe in the future, we will have to wait and see how you behave. Now get dressed in the shortest skirt you own and a tank top, I'll be over in a bit to pick you up. Oh and make sure to wear you slut collar."
I didn't respond, but instead ran to my closet to get the clothes requested. My shortest skirt was one I wore as part of an old college Halloween costume in which I dressed like a sexy librarian. It is black, and tight, and barely covered my ass. However, unlike in college I wouldn't be wearing cute little boy short panties under it; I would be wearing nothing. As for a tank top to go with it, I chose a simple white spaghetti strap top that showed the little cleavage I had, but also showed of my nipples through the thin fabric. Just for kicks I picked a pair of tall leather heels to go with my leather collar. For sure I was going to look like a total slut, but I didn't care as long as I got to play with Jerome again.
Over the next ten minutes, I patiently waited in my living room for him to show up. Finally I heard a car horn and got a text from him at almost the same time.