In the BDSM session, Liz had elected to be the first submissive and Eve (my wife and Liz's best friend) was to be the first dominant. Richard would be the next dominant, but for this session he was my wife's assistant.
Liz didn't know what Eve would do to her. She took comfort in the fact that it wouldn't involve excessive physical pain. Liz also knew that she could use the safe word "Strawberry" and this part of the session would stop immediately.
Liz was surprised when Eve told her to take a walk along Southampton's Titanic Mile and to take pictures of all the landmark facts. Of course this meant her bending down to take the photos. So another part of Eve's command was to wear a mid length dress but no knickers and a tight fitting tee shirt but no bra. Liz has quite long nipples which would easily attract attention.
Richard said "That doesn't seem like a difficult task. I accept that it isn't ladylike or elegant. All she is doing is dressing up like a cheap tart."
Eve said darkly "But Liz is losing control and that is the essential part of this game. It's not just that Liz will dress up like a cheap whore. It's that she is dressing up like a cheap whore to please me. What makes it difficult is that Liz is basically a private person. Showing off her nipples and rear and cunt to strangers will be challenging. Its like you having to go round showing your cock."
Richard said "It still seems too easy."
Eve responded "That will be the easy part. It is when Liz gets back that things will get harder for her."
Liz left to take pictures of the Titanic Mile while being only partially dressed.
THE TITANIC MILE
Liz dutifully exposed her nipples and possibly flashed her slit to anyone who happened to be walking the Titanic Mile. As my wife predicted Liz did find her task challenging. The first thing Liz didn't like was the long looks that men gave her tee shirt straining nipples. She wanted to cover up her top.
Some men tried to be discrete, but many others just stared. Of course bending down to take photos of the timeline also gave men a chance to see lots of her cleavage.
This made her feel vulnerable, even though a sexual advance was unlikely. It was the equivalent of being scared of the dark. The danger (in most places) is more apparent than real. But Liz wasn't really comforted by the low, indeed miniscule, level of danger. Southampton is a safe city and especially on the tourist areas like the Titanic mile.
And, because she wasn't wearing any panties her mid length skirt would allow anyone to see her most intimate area. A sudden gust of wind might fully expose her womanly slits. She wouldn't have the chance to quickly pull her skirt back to cover her rear anf pubic area.
Liz wasn't an exhibitionist. Her intimate parts were for Paul, Richard and Eve to see.
Luckily there was no gust of wind and no one saw the hidden fruits of her arse and cunt. But of course Liz didn't know whether she would give passers by an eyeful.
The worst incident was a man and wife who were seated on one of the benches. Liz knelt down to take a photo of a historical event. This gave the man and woman a great view of her cleavage. She took the photo and stood up. Both of them had made it obvious that they were oggling her tits. When Liz rose the couple openly admired her full breasts and nipples.
The woman made conversation just so they could get close to her breasts. The man's enjoyment was perfectly obvious as was the woman's. Liz was glad when she finally got away.
THE SECOND PART
Meanwhile, Eve and Richard arranged the second part of Liz's task.
Eve phoned Liz's partner, who had previously been briefed about his role but was sworn to secrecy. He knew about the BDSM session and wanted a part in the action
I knew Paul from my Southampton days. He was a trainee Estate Agent in those days. Now he owns his own firm. We all, meaning Liz, Eve and I sometimes meet for a lunchtime meal. Then Liz stays with Paul and Eve and I go back to our village.
