It was past midday when I eventually woke up, alone in bed, a little sore and really desperate to pee. I struggled up from the mattress and following a quick trip to the bathroom where I grabbed an old t-shirt from the laundry basket I made my way downstairs.
"Hi!" Liam was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a steaming mug of coffee.
"Going to make me one?" I asked, desperate for a drink, as I dropped into a chair next to him.
Handing me a mug my husband sat back down, "God, you look a mess."
I put my hand up to my face, "Oh my make-up, I forgot to take it off last night. I'll do it when I take bath."
He grinned, "Apart from looking like a Medusa how are you feeling?"
"Like I said, a little sore but otherwise ok." I knew why he was asking, "I'll be alright though, I can go back out tonight. That's you want to know isn't it?"
He didn't reply, just lifted his coffee and took a sip as he looked at me and smiled, the two of us settling into a companionable silence for the moment.
"What would you like to do today, well this afternoon now?" he finally spoke again.
I thought for a moment, "I'll need to buy more condoms and I wouldn't mind getting some new stockings. So, a trip to the shops is probably in order."
"Fine." Liam agreed, "We can do that."
I finished my coffee and headed upstairs to the bathroom, leaving my husband to fix me a sandwich. Sitting in the kitchen I had realised just how hungry I was and decided to combine my soak with a quick snack.
"Why don't we make the trip a bit more fun?" he suggested to me when he brought my lunch up to me as I lay in the bath.
"What have you got in mind now?" looking up from a sea of bubbles my response was cautious.
Liam leant in, almost conspiratorially, and outlined his scheme to me.
"No way!" I told him firmly when he had finished, "I'm not doing that."
Despite my instant refusal I knew I would do as Liam had suggested. It wasn't selling myself on the street but it would potentially be humiliating and leave me feeling embarrassed which, in the end, was what I really craved.
"You know you will Katie. You'll enjoy the shame." he grinned at me, "And besides it'll be fun".
I felt myself flush, he knew me far too well.
Noticing the stubble at my crotch I took some time to shave my vulva again, wanting it totally smooth for our little outing. Then once I had properly relaxed, cleaned off my make-up and eaten my sandwich, I wrapped a towel around me and went into my bedroom to get myself ready.
As usual I applied my make-up. Not heavily, as I would if I was going to work the street, but more than my normal everyday mascara and eye shadow.
Brushing out my hair, I put on my underwear. A matching black lace bra and suspender belt but without the panties. Then I turned my attention to selecting my clothes, deciding on tight black skirt that came to just a couple of inches above my knee with black stockings beneath. A sleeveless leopard print top in amber and black set the finishing touch to my outfit. Finally, I slipped on a pair of 2" heeled black shoes and I was ready.
Liam was waiting for me downstairs, grinning, "I knew you'd do it."
Pulling a face at him I reached for my bag, "Shall we go then?"
I felt a little over dressed as we headed out to a shopping precinct that we don't normal frequent, to play Liam's little game. The all too familiar sensations of nervous anticipation soon had my stomach in knots and when we pulled into the car park, I almost demanded we go home, but I didn't.
Liam had been right when he had told me I would do it because I enjoyed the feelings of humiliation and indignity. I was already damp between my legs and we hadn't even got out of the car.
A few men glanced my way as we walked to the entrance, more just openly stared, their eyes following me as I passed them by, and my cheeks began to colour.
"Well, you certainly have their attention." Liam commented after two older men had blatantly eyed me up.
"That was your intention, wasn't it?" I giggled as we pushed through the doors and into the shopping area.
Our first port of call was a pharmacy for the contraceptives I needed.
Browsing along the aisles I picked up 2 packs of 3 durex, much to my husband's disapproval.
"Put those back and get the mega pack. A working girl needs plenty of rubbers." he insisted.
Swapping them I picked the jumbo box of 24 condoms and looked over at the checkout, slightly alarmed when I saw that there was a young guy serving on the till.
"I can't go to the counter with 24 condoms. He'll think I'm a tart." I protested.
"Exactly." Liam smirked, "And he'd be right, wouldn't he?"
Blushing profusely, I took my purchase to the desk, as my husband sidled away, and handed it across. The assistant glanced at the box then looked up at me, his eyes roving up and down my body with lustful interest, and I thought for a second he was going to ask me how much I charged.
"If you buy one you can get the second half price." he informed me with a grin, "Shall I get you another box?"
I cursed under my breath, certain that my husband had known this.
"Umm, yeah I guess so." I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, especially when he called to his colleague 'another mega Durex pack at till 1'.
Paying for the contraceptives I hurried out, keeping my head down trying not to look at anyone. I felt totally humiliated yet my pussy was so wet I could feel the moisture forming at the top of my thighs.
"Bastard!" I hissed at him when I got outside, "You knew about the offer didn't you?"
He laughed and accepted the blame, "Of course I did. But didn't you feel humiliated?"
"Yes. Now let's go." I grabbed his arm and marched him away.
"Did he say anything to you? The cashier." he asked.
I sighed and stopped to face him, "No. But it was obvious what he was thinking. I mean what sort of woman buys 48 Durex?"
"One that's going to get fucked a lot?" he grinned, "So, stockings now?"
Nodding, I led him off to a department store, somewhere that would stock the variety I was looking for. The purchase of several pairs of stockings proved to be quite mundane but I did come away with 2 pairs of seamed black hose, 2 fishnet, one red and one black, a single tan pair and a white pair.
"OK, where now?" I asked feeling a little disappointed that my last purchase had been so ordinary."
"Why don't you go look at some shoes." he proposed.
I knew immediately what he wanted but like most women I'm a sucker for shoes anyway then adding that to the embarrassment of what I was about to do and I couldn't say no.
What I didn't understand was why Liam marched me past the first two shoe shops we came across. It was only when we got to the third and he suggested I go in this one that I realised that the others had had female staff whereas this one had a man serving.
After browsing the window and picking out a nice pair of strappy stilettos I swallowed nervously and went inside, alone, my heart pounding hard.
"Can I help you?" the assistant came straight across to me.
He was older than me, probably by at least ten years maybe more, and I guessed he was probably the manager or his deputy. Fairly tall, not to overweight and reasonably presentable to look at.
I pointed out the shoes I liked and asked if he had them in a size 5, spending my time looking around the shop while he disappeared into the stockroom.
"Yes, here we are." he came back with a box, "Would you like to try them on?"
"Please." I smiled and took a seat, "I wonder could you help, just to make sure they fit me properly."
He knelt by my feet, taking the shoes from the box as I kicked off my old ones. Watching him I took a deep breath and lifted my foot making sure my skirt stretched apart across my stockinged thighs to give him the perfect view up between my legs. He glanced momentarily then looked again, staring directly at my hairless wet slit clearly framed between the straps of my suspender belt.
I let him look for several seconds, making sure he had got a proper eyeful of my cunt, then coughed and asked if he thought the shoes were a suitable size. He blushed and then fumbled the buckle as he attempted to fasten the strap around my ankle.
"Umm, yes they... err... seem fine. Would you umm... like to try the other one?" he stumbled over his words his eyes still looking straight up my skirt at my bare cunt.
"Yes, I think so." I lifted my other foot, my legs spreading a little wider to improve his view as I let him fit the other shoe.
He knelt back as I flexed my feet and then stood up to try walking in them. Letting my hips swing I strolled across the shop knowing his eyes were on my arse.
"Can I try a half size bigger?" I sat down again and let him take them off, making sure I lifted each foot properly so he got another excellent view between my legs at my freshly shaved pussy.
He scurried off into the stock room to look for a size five and a half while I sat there trembling, my slit literally dripping, my inner thighs wet, over what I was doing. Returning a couple of minutes later with another pair he knelt at my feet again while I repeated my actions. Making sure he could see everything when I raised my feet and parted my thighs for him to put on the shoes.
After trying to walk in them I, regretfully, told him I wasn't sure about them and I'd think about it and maybe come back. As I told him I could see the disappointment in his eyes that I was going to leave and take my bare cunt with me.
Walking out of the shop I felt my knees were about to give way, I was shaking so much. My stomach fluttered and my heart pounded. I had done it and I felt completely humiliated by it, it was exhilarating.
Liam was waiting outside for me, "Well, what happened?"
I giggled and told him exactly how naughty I had been. How I had let my legs spread apart, several times, to give the shop manager a perfect view up my skirt to my very wet pussy. My husband was delighted with my mischievous behaviour and suggested heading to a nearby pub for a drink to celebrate.
"Good idea, I could do with a stiff one after that." Immediately giggling at my unintended double meaning.
A few minutes later we were seated at a quiet table towards the rear of the pub, Liam with a pint while I was drinking a large white wine. This time though I had my legs crossed.
