Caught. I'd known it couldn't last forever but thought I'd have a few more months, just a few more.
I sat opposite my boss in his office, staring at the floor and trying not to cry.
"There is a way out of this, you know."
I looked up at him.
"I could punish you myself."
My mind spun. What in the world could he mean? Slowly, the possibilities arranged themselves.
I stood up, went to undo my blouse.
"No, not here," he said. "Go now. I will contact you."
Friday morning, a package came for me. A sexy schoolgirl outfit: white lacy knickers, white crop top, pleated tartan skirt, heeled pixie boots. There was a note: 'Saturday, 10 am, the fountain in the park. Wear your hair up.'
I shuddered. There was still time, I could call and tell him to forget it, just report me. Looking at the clothes, though, I was a little turned on by the idea of wearing them, of what he may have in mind. Still time tomorrow to back out, not turn up, scream blue murder if he suggested something I couldn't face.
As I dressed the next morning, my mind wandered again over what was in store for me, picturing myself getting fucked in these clothes – back against a tree with my legs spread wide, bending over a wall with my knickers round my ankles. I sighed as I noticed my nipples showing through my top, my pussy responding to my thoughts. Maybe I was going to enjoy this more than I wanted to admit. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I set out for the park.
It was, thank heaven, a deliciously warm day; considering the tininess of what I was wearing. The occasional person wandered through the park, but with most of humanity sleeping off Friday night, it was fairly quiet. As I approached the fountain, a wave of terror overcame me. What if I was never seen again? What if he used me today and then reported me anyway? What if he didn't turn up at all but had 'sold' me to someone else? My mind ran wild with fear.
I felt I might be sick, and barely noticed my boss approaching. Reassured by his smile and approving look at my outfit, I took a deep breath and made up my mind to get into character and do as I was told.
Let him punish me. However he wanted.
"Sit here," he said. "I have something I need to do. When I wave at you, pull up your top and show me your tits."
Bad girl. Deserves to be punished. I thought to myself. Forget everything else.
Sitting at the edge of the fountain, I watched him speak to various men. The first few walked away, but then he got talking to two guys. They looked over as he gestured toward me, then he waved. My heart was in my mouth as I peeled up the top, but I was determined to give them more than just a nervous flash. I even managed to smile and wave back.
My pussy twitched in anticipation as he headed back over.
"I told them you're my sex slave and you love sucking cock. I told them I'm letting you suck off two guys as a special treat, but they can only come over your tits, not in your mouth. Go into the bushes with them, if they try to get more than a blow-job, or if they come in your mouth, scream."
My pussy begging to be touched by now, I walked over to the two guys and said, "My master says I get to suck both your dicks." They nodded, and we disappeared into the trees surrounding the park.
Kneeling down in a secluded spot, I lift up my top again, ready to have my tits spunked over. Wearing so little in public, the breeze caressing my breasts and thighs, turns me on so much that I can't resist giving my pussy a quick stroke through the white panties before reaching out to undo the jeans of one of the guys standing in front of me. I start with long licks up his shaft, licking all round the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth. Then, using my hands on him, I turn to the other, who is stroking his cock as I start to lick and suck him. Wishing I had a hand free to play with my now aching cunt, I stay fairly still as one of the guys fucks my mouth, pulling out to unload over my boobs. The other shoots soon after, covering my tits in a second shower of cum. I sit down, rubbing their cum into my breasts and gently stroking my pussy as they leave.
"Clean-up, time for lunch," my new master tells me, throwing a towel at me. We have a pleasant lunch outside a café, almost as if nothing had happened.
"I don't have any money with me," he grins as we finish our meal, "so you'll be paying for everything today."
My heart sinks. I had almost forgotten my punishment.
"Tell the waiter he'll have to accept your services as payment. Same rules as before."
Deep breath. What am I gonna say?
Looking over at him, he is looking back as I lick my lips, 'accidently' letting my skirt ride up my thigh as I get up. "I'm ready to pay you," I purr, dropping my gaze to his crotch.
He doesn't get it. I lean over the counter giving him a view down my top and whisper, "I don't have any money. Pay it for me and I'll suck your dick."
He gets it now and looks over to the table, then back at me.
"Don't worry about him," I say, heading round the counter, "where can we go?"
He leads me to a storeroom, asks me to bend over a freezer in there.
"So long as you're just looking," I tell him. "You don't get to fuck me, you don't get to cum in my mouth, understand?"
