When I first came to the city I only had just enough savings to rent somewhere minimal for a few weeks, so I had to get a job quickly. I was still in the same place weeks later and struggling to survive on the money I got from the agency. It was a single room with a bed and very basic cooking arrangements, basically a kettle and a microwave. I hadn't even earned enough to buy myself a small car, so I travelled to and from work by bus every day.
So, that was how I had to get home after my eventful day. It was the height of summer, and the centre of the city was hot in the extreme. Walking in the strange red underwear was still awkward and the split panties just made me extra conscious of my pussy and arse. The occasional light breeze that lifted the bottom of my dress was a blessed relief. Almost against my will the walking motion had made me aroused, and I could feel my wetness begin to leak.
Finally, I got on the bus and was able to sit down. I felt my arousal slowly subside. But then I glanced down and saw how my dress was stretched over my chest and my nipples protruded proudly. Quickly I brought the shop carrier up and held it in front of me, trying to hide them. But just the thought of them started my tingling once more. I was relieved to get to my stop and I could get off the bus. Its not far from the stop to my house and I tried to walk as quickly as possible but that was not easy with those daft panties, pinching and squeezing my pussy with every step. Also, I could no longer try and cover my breasts and my nipples as well as the outline of the bra were clearly visible. I breathed a huge sigh as I finally got into the inside of my building. I rushed to my room. My pussy was on fire!
I was ashamed of myself at my reaction. All I needed was some relief for my aching pussy. I quickly pulled off my dress and my shame became worse. There was a large wet patch clearly visible on the back just where I would have leaked while sitting on the bus. Everyone on the bus, and on the walk home must have seen it. So many people in the busy streets must have linked the wet patch and the aroused nipples and worked out that I was a horny slut. I threw the dress into the corner, disgusted with myself.
But despite my deep feeling of shame, I was still as horny as hell. I flung myself onto the bed and reached down to my pussy. Perhaps I should take a hint from Mr. James and start to use his terms. I'm sure I'd hear them a lot more in the near future. So, I reached down and touched my cunt. I was still soaked, and my fingers slipped easily between my lips. When I found my swollen clit, a thrill went through me, and I began to massage it. I was gentle at first with a light touch but as I went on, I got faster and heavier, with an urgency I hadn't experienced before. What was happening to me? Then, I came. Like never before. My orgasm in Sir's office before I came home was good, but this one was totally amazing.
I collapsed, panting, onto the bed and it was some time before I could move. I felt more alive than I had ever done. I had spent the afternoon with my body a swirl of feelings. From the fear at the shop to the slow but reluctant acceptance throughout the afternoon. My humiliating journey home. the colossal orgasm I had just enjoyed. Memories of Sir with his fingers inside me. Oh, Fuck! What was happening to me?
I rolled over onto my back and looked around my pitiful little room. Too small to fit much furniture my clothes hung on a clothes rail instead of in a wardrobe. Even my underwear was on hangers, openly on display. A good job I never got visitors. I spied the shop carrier on the kitchen top and suddenly remembered my instructions. I had to wash and clean everything and return them in the morning. I had to wear the blue set for my work. Slowly, I stood up on shaky legs and walked over. I tipped the bag and various items clattered on to the surface. I stared at them for ages, reliving the uses to which they had been put, experience from memory how I had felt with each one.
I looked at the plug and had a mad desire to try it again but immediately stopped myself. Why did I feel the need to have his permission? Nothing had been said, one way or the other, but it just felt wrong when he wasn't there to witness it. Instead, I simply picked it up. It was heavier than I remembered, and its surface was still slightly slimy. The remains of the lube mixed with my internal juices. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could detect the smell of wildflowers which surprised me. Probably the scent of the lube, I thought. There was also an underlying earthiness that was not unpleasant. I was not disgusted as I thought I might be. My old self probably would have been. Nervously I placed to pointed tip to my lips and then slipped it further into my mouth. By forcing my jaws wide, I found I could fit it in. the taste was much better than I expected and was mostly the taste of the lube, I think. I put it back down. I had to get on with my allotted tasks.
I stepped to the sink and filled it with the hot tap. I added detergent. Not much and some of the gentle stuff I used on my more delicate garments. I picked up the blue lingerie. I dropped in the bra and panties and swirled them around. Taking a step back I reached behind me and unclipped the red bra, drop that in the water and then stripped the panties down my legs. I washed everything carefully. I would take my dress to the cleaners to get it done properly. I didn't know what they would think of the stain, but I didn't really care anymore. I rung out both sets of lingerie and then hung them over the top of the clothes rail. They were just thin scraps of cloth, and I was sure they would be dry before morning. Then I gave the plug a good scrub and stood it on the draining board alongside a cup and this morning's cereal bowl. I giggled to myself when I realised it didn't look out of place. I simply gave the clamps and chains a quick swish and hung them next to the underwear. Again, I was tempted to try them out, but Sir had not included the weights so there seemed little point.
I emptied the sink and then sat down on the bed, the only place to sit in the whole room. I couldn't be bothered to get dressed so I spent the evening sat up on top of the covers, watching some rubbish TV. Before I finally went to bed, I checked the underwear and both sets were already dry. I replaced the red set on its carrier and left the blue ones out. I knew I had to wear them in the morning. The last thing I did was choose what dress to wear, I don't have many but the yellow one was not my sexiest. I had been nervous about going too far yesterday. To go with the blue underwear, I chose my blue going-out dress. The front was much lower than the yellow one and the back plunged as well, almost down to my arse. It was also very short. I had never worn it but had bought it on a whim for some fictitious date that never materialised. I knew I would have to wear a coat to get to work despite the hot weather.
Then, I went to bed, slipping under the covers naked. Well, under the sheet as that was all I needed during this heatwave. I couldn't stop myself reaching down and fingering myself again. I came but it was different this time than earlier. This was more like a warm and gentle hug than being hit by a bolt of lightning. Nicely relaxed I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes.
The next morning it was raining lightly, cooling the city streets down slightly. At least the wearing of my coat wouldn't be as noticeable. I carefully put on the blue underwear and looked in the mirror fixed to the wall. I was showing everything. I tugged at the panties and most of them disappeared inside my slit. I felt as sexy as hell and able to handle anything Sir threw at me. Carefully I re-pack the shop carrier with the items I had brought home. I grabbed a coffee and some cereal before putting my coat on before rushing out to catch the bus. The last thing I wanted was to be late on the first morning of my new life.
When I arrived at the office I went straight up in the lift to his office. It was just as I had done for the past few weeks but today felt so different. I started to walk around my desk when the telecom beeped, and the red light came on.
"My office, Alice." His familiar voice and a familiar command. Out of habit I picked up a pen and notepad and went into his office. He stared at me from behind his desk.
What's with the coat?" he asked, "In this heat? Take it off at once silly girl."
