My first experience with Marylyn had indeed been an intense one, and she did precisely what she had to do to establish her dominance over me. Perhaps because I wasn't looking for some soft tender relationship with a Domme, having her use my ass as her personal playground was what it took in my case ... with her fingers deep in my ass I felt utterly under her control and psychologically incapable of offering any resistance to her. And as a sub, this is exactly how I wanted to feel. Yes, it's true that being tied or hung makes one physically helpless. But that's different than when I feel psychologically helpless and haven't the will to escape from whatever torment I am experiencing. And that's precisely how I felt when Marylyn had me screaming NO but meaning YES.
When she pulled out and stepped back, I simply laid there over the back of her sofa, incapable of moving. I didn't know what I wanted her to do next, and I really didn't care as long as she remained dominant over me. And that's precisely what she did when she grabbed my hair and pulled me up, sharply telling me "stand up slut." She then walked over to where my skirt and blouse lay and, holding them up, asked "I hope you have better things for a slut to wear than this?"
"Yes Mistress I do." Then, without offering a detailed description I told her that I'd brought several revealing short dresses my previous Master had bought me along with one long gown that was suitable for a cocktail or New Years Eve party. When she then asked if they properly displayed me as a slut, I said that they did ... that they all had sheer tops or deeply plunging necklines such that they barely covered my tits. I noted that while two of the dresses I brought didn't explicitly display my tits, they were skin tight to such an extent that they left little to the imagination and then added "of course, all my dresses except for the gown are ultra short."
"Sound excellent, but let's see what we might have here for you," and with that she led me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Opening the closet door I saw a fair number of slinky short dresses that even on their hangers I could tell were intended for a slut or stripper. Marylyn was a few inches taller than me and had larger tits, but otherwise we most likely wore the same size. Thus, I didn't know if the clothes were hers or a wardrobe she reserved for her playmates. In any event, handing me a spandex ankle length skirt, she said "here, try this on."
It may have been stretchable spandex, but it took some effort to pull it up over my hips, fitting thereafter as if I'd been dipped in a vat of liquid spandex. And yes, you guessed it ... it was a hobble skirt that allowed only the smallest steps. "Perfect," she declared. "My friends will love running their hands over that tight ass. Now take it off and put this on," she commanded, handing me a leather skirt of some sort.
It took about as much effort getting the hobble skirt off as it did putting it on, and the moment I stepped into and began pulling the skirt up I realized what it was ... a spanking skirt that left my ass wholly uncovered. It was considerably easier to slip it on since the back consisted of but three loosely buckled straps ... one at the waist, one just below the cheeks of my ass and a third just above my knees. As soon as it was in place Mistress stepped behind me and tightened the strap around my waist. The center strap was next, and she buckled it about as tight as it would go, drawing everything in to my ass protruding salaciously. She then did the same to the final strap, which nearly locked my legs together at my knees to create the same effect on my walking as the hobble skirt.
"There, now you look like how I want you to look when I present you to my friends."
I assumed, of course, that she was talking about introducing me in private since this was not a skirt that could be worn in public without getting me arrested. But public or private, the effect of trying on the two skirts was to make my cunt deliciously wet. Yes, dressing me as a slut might have been a fetish shared by my husband and Bill, but it was a fetish I enjoyed as well. Even when years earlier I felt that the most important thing a woman could bring to a marriage was her virginity, I loved dressing sexy ... dresses and tops a bit tighter than they had to be, skirts a bit shorter than what others wore and necklines designed to show cleavage. And I did this not simply to make myself noticed, but because I liked turning myself on. Now, of course, wearing something like Marylyn's spanking skirt was akin to masturbating. Without even looking in a mirror I knew what it did ... it made my ass the most erotically prominent part of my body and advertised me as a slut who loved getting fucked in her ass.
Marylyn knew the effect of the skirt on me: "It turns you on to wear this, doesn't it slut?" And when I admitted that it does, she followed up with "and that's because you love being fucked in your ass, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, where openly admitting that fact heightened the erotic impact of the skirt itself.
Then, as if to underscore everything, she interjected "let me adjust a strap here." whereupon she further tightened the middle strap that emphasized my ass. And while doing so she ran her fingernails across each cheek. I think I inadvertently let out a soft little moan then, and her response was immediate: "You're a hot little bitch right now aren't you?"
She was right and all I could do was softly reply "Yessssss ..."
That was all the encouragement she needed. Reaching between the skirt's two lower straps, she ran a finger between the lips of my cunt before pushing it into me. Standing, she again grabbed one of my tits and dug her nails into it. I'm sure she felt me shudder as she whispered "you need a Mistress, don't you?"
'Yessssss ..."
