This is the continuation of a story about my introduction to women and submission. If you're under 18 or offended by such things then please go elsewhere. If you'd like to comment, please email me!
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I awoke, unbound and alone. The sun was filtering into Alex's spacious bedroom from the large single window on the other side facing the foot of the bed. In my delirious and confused excitement I had noticed very little, and now I could discern Alex's ballet bar across the window and, perpendicular to it, a mirrored wall. I rose to go to the bathroom and when I came out I stopped at the bar. My clit was very tender, too tender to touch at the moment, and the light of day shook me to my senses. What the hell was I doing here, what was I getting myself into?
I mean, I'm a respectable member of the so-called citizenry, well, at least kind of. As an artist I'm allowed to be a little weird. But in the space of a few hours I had allowed myself to be blindfolded and bound and gagged, I had licked a strange woman's ass and cunt and feet, I had kissed her shoes, I had called her "Mistress".... I began to be sick to my stomach, with guilt and disappointment.
But when I glimpsed myself in the mirror I was taken aback. I saw a woman who was amazingly sexy and radiant, a woman I would have wanted to ravish, and I remembered the incredible climax Alex had engineered for me last night. And, to be honest, I wanted more. I was different somehow, more full of lust and energy that I had ever been, more fully alive.
Please, whoever's reading, don't take it into your head that I'm recommending these kinds of experiences to anyone. I'm just trying to describe what transformed me. If I am a depraved perverted slut, then so be it.
The smell of toast and coffee reached me as I stretched out naked on Alex's bed and before long she entered with a tray: coffee, yogurt, whole wheat toast, and a plate with a ringed leather collar.
"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" she asked. She was really really beautiful. OK, I know I said it before, but she was really really gorgeous and I was stricken by her looks even in the morning's light.
"I'm pretty wonderful," I replied. "How about you?" "Well, to be frank, I'm pleasantly frustrated. I've only just begun to explore that luscious body of yours." I blushed as I sipped my coffee.
"Open your legs for me."
I set the cup down and obeyed, immediately becoming wet but also worried about my tender bud. Alex drew out a tube of zinc oxide and very gently coated my clitoris.
"This will help, Sonya. You should be fine in time for the fireworks."
Fireworks... Yes, it was July 4 and from her window you could see the museum where she worked and where they traditionally set off the displays.
"So I guess I'm invited for the evening?" I pseudo-naively inquired.
"You're mine until Sunday, slut," she replied, not without a hint of menace, and not without giving me a rush from my throat to my loins. I really just couldn't help myself.
"Let's get going, shall we? We've got a full day. I thought we'd do a jog around the park and then a little shopping before the stores close."
The air was warm and we took an easy run around the perimeter of the park, about 2 miles, and then 2 quick showers. Alex dressed in cutoffs, sandals and an oxford man's shirt, no bra, and I got back into my heels, thong and dress, definitely overdressed for daytime, but that's how Alex wanted me.
By this point we were ready for lunch so we made our way to a café near the `cool' part of town, the part frequented by people my age and younger, always open. We both ordered salads and mineral water, and then lattes. As we were finishing up Alex took something out of her purse: it was the collar that had accompanied the coffee tray earlier this morning. She placed it on the table.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in this public place, but I was fascinated by her boldness. The collar was black leather, adjustable, with about a dozen small silver rings, the size of nickels, attached; and there was a tiny silver padlock.
"I think you'll look very nice in this," said Alex, "especially as we walk around town."
I tried to protest but my nerve failed me. She rose and deftly attached the collar and locked it around my neck. Several café customers looked our way. I just went on sipping the remains of my coffee, stunned.
"You look more lovely than ever," she said. I smiled and gulped, and then told myself to relax, to just relax. What did I care what these other people thought anyway? Still, I couldn't believe she was doing this so openly.
She also had the audacity to take my arm in hers, and as we walked along the streets we attracted many eyes. I cared but didn't care. Everyone at work was away, so I was in little danger of seeing them, but still.... Then I just let myself enjoy it. I relaxed. I began to enjoy the glances, especially from the cute younger girls.
Alex brought us to an erotic boutique which sold mostly lingerie and a bunch of kinky things that looked pretty cheesy to me.
"Let's get some nice undies for tonight, OK?" she said. It was fine with me. The stuff was expensive but very cool, very enticing. A young girl who looked barely 18 was working the counter. Her hair was dyed half-organge, half-black, but she was quite pretty, with voluptuous breasts and an incredibly flat stomach. Her navel was pierced, and her tongue too!
"Need any help?" she asked.
"Not yet, we're just browsing," answered Alex.
"OK, let me know if you want to try something on."
We took our time. I enjoyed feeling the material of the bras and panties, enjoyed the tremendous variety, enjoyed thinking about how I'd look. I finally narrowed my choices to three and showed Alex.
"Why don't you try them on and make your pick, see if they fit. They all look very sexy to me."
The clerk unlocked a door that led to a small suite of several dressing rooms. As I entered one of the tiny rooms she said, "I like your collar." Then she smiled. I was speechless. I closed the door and quickly tried on my selections, settling finally on an embroidered black lace v-string with matching black lace bra. Just as I was removing them to get back into my dress I heard the clerk usher Alex into another room. I got my clothes on and opened the door and went out into the store and waited at the counter. The clerk smiled at me and I smiled back: she really was very pretty, very sensual. Then she said, "You're a lucky girl."
"What do you you mean?" I replied.
"I mean I'd let your girlfriend do me ANY day. And I wouldn't mind doing you."
Alex was unlocking her door and the clerk quickly added, "that's an open invitation."
Alex playfully hid what she purchased, but I showed her my final choice.
"They'll look good on or off," she chuckled.
We had a lot of time to kill, so we killed it by window-shopping and sauntering through the mostly deserted city streets. On a whim we stopped for a light dinner, and all the while I just had a sense of build-up, a sense of tension. My collar attracted many a glance and I grew bolder in accepting whatever was going on. Heck, it was a holiday after all! I might as well enjoy myself.
