The Ring

The Ring

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this. This story was from an idea one of my fans suggested.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories, and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Chapter 3

When Melissa got home, she ran upstairs, ran a hot bath and soaked until the water turned cold. Once again, her body ached with the incredible fucking she received from her boss. She had fantasies about him making love to her and the reality went way beyond anything she imagined. As she soaked in the tub Melissa realized that her sexuality had been suppressed throughout her life. And only now was she beginning to realize what kind of wild sexuality she is truly capable of.

Yesterday's exhibitionism, displaying her gorgeous new figure in skimpy outfits and even completely nude gave her thrills she had never imagined. Having a crowd or even just one man ogling her, gave her a self-confidence, a sexual high, a self-assurance that she was truly special and could do anything. She remembered the crowd ogling her through the display windows while Fred teased her, showed her and her wild sexuality to everyone. She knew now whatever she dreamed of she was capable of living her dreams.

She loved being the object of the crowds' fantasies. They wished they were the ones teasing her and being the object of their fantasies was wildly arousing and fulfilling. It made her feel sexy, desired, beautiful and well like one of those gorgeous, titillating Playboy Playmates that was every man's fantasy. From the time she first saw a Playmate in her dad's magazines she wanted to be one of those sought after women. Now she felt like she was.

In addition to exhibiting herself and her new body, she had become a sexual animal. Fred and Albert had both taken her to new heights of ecstasy, of bliss and physical rapture. Both had done it differently and that had shown her that she was capable of more, much more and differently more. She had no idea where this would take her, but she wanted to find out and experience a sexuality she had never even dreamed of.

Fred had given her a glimpse of bondage and if she was honest with herself, she loved being bound in front of a crowd as her master teased her, tormented her and made her orgasm over and over while the crowd cheered her on. She didn't know where all this was taking her, but she was going to use this incredibly gorgeous, sexy, sensual body to explore what she was capable of.

As the water cooled, she got out dried off and made herself look gorgeous again. She knew that Fred had all kinds of outfits for her to wear so she only put on a long coat over her naked body, with a pair of strappy heels and went to Fred's lingerie shop. As she walked in Fred jubilantly greeted her with a big hug and whispered, "I am so glad to see you. When you weren't here when I woke up, I thought you had changed your mind on the modeling gig."

Melissa smiled and opened her coat to display her nude form and added, "I came ready for whatever kind of outfits you want me to model."

Fred's mouth dropped open as he ogled her perfect womanly form and added, "Damn woman, there is nary a blemish or flaw on that perfect body of yours. Let's see what you want to model for me."

Fred led her to the back of the store and first brought out some Halloween costumes. Melissa had to admit she had never seen any costumes like these. The costumes were almost entirely her skin with only scrapes of cloth to keep her legal. He began to show some of them via a catalog and there were sexy nurses, Elvira costumes, Indian squaw costumes, but the first one she wanted to model was a Red Riding Hood Costume.

She felt her body tremble as she saw it. The costume consisted of a red hood with a cape that only came to the middle of her back. The front had two strips of fabric two to three inches wide and barely long enough to cover her nipples. The rest of the costume was one of the tiniest thongs she had ever seen. So, her entire torso would be bare except for two strips of fabric that might cover her nipples. She shivered at the thought of walking around virtually naked and having everyone ogle her naked form.

She dropped her long coat and tried on the costume. When she looked in the mirror, she trembled in excitement as she saw her exposure. She was obviously little Red Riding hood, because of the hood, but the cape barely covered her shoulders and a little of her back. The two strips of cloth in the front only covered the tips of her nipples. Any breeze or movement on her part would uncover her nipples. Likewise, the thong would cover her womanly slot only if she was completely shaved and the back was just a string in the crack of her ass.

Fred looked at her and whistled, "Oh my God baby, you may get arrested in that outfit if you go outside the store."

Melissa looked at him twisted and turned demonstrating how the scraps on cloth would conceal and then expose her nipples depending on how she moved. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt an excited tremor. She was virtually naked with only scraps of cloth covering strategic parts of her body. Damn she loved this and couldn't wait to twist, turn and show off her perfect body to on-lookers that would strip her naked with their eyes. Then she looked at him and with a sexy wink moaned, "I thought that was the purpose, to use my figure to entice people into the store."

Fred knew she was right, but after making love to her last night he was starting to become a little possessive. He wanted that incredible body under his hands as he watched her explode in passionate bliss. Fred put a small stage outside the display window and watched as Melissa's smile lit up her face when she went to dance on the street.

It didn't take long for a crowd to congregate as Melissa shimmied, twisted and turned alternately concealing and exposing her tempting breasts. Of course, the rest of her stunning and sexy form was on display the whole time. Fred watched as the joyful ecstasy was written on her face. Melissa teased the customers by letting them see what was under the strips of cloth and she even let one customer pinch and suckle her nipples.

Melissa loved the tease and her belly was full of butterflies as men stopped, stared and then stripped her naked with their eyes. Her ring created body was perfectly sexy and sensual in every way. In this costume her breasts wobbled, and nipples were occasionally revealed, but her tiny waist tight, taut tummy and sexy navel were also an eye full for the customers. One other part of her form that was revealed was her muscular, tight and very sexy ass. This was a major focus as she danced on Fred's little stage.

Her eyes were full of desire and ecstasy as she drove the customers crazy. She loved prancing virtually naked in front of the crowd, twisting and shimming her incredible figure to the delight of Fred's customers. But it worked, Fred had the best day of sales he had ever had and soon he was out of red riding hood costumes. Fred motioned her in and had her change costumes. As part of the titillation, she was dressed as an Indian squaw.

It was unlike any outfit that a real squaw had ever worn. Her top was an open, beaded breastplate that hid nothing. The breastplate contoured around her breasts almost caressing them, making them look immensely inviting and extremely seductive. Her nipples would stick prominently through the open beadwork, adding to the titillation. The breastplate only came to the bottom of her breasts, so her entire torso, tiny waist and taut belly was naked and on display.

Her bottom was just a loincloth. It was only about 4 inches across, so her womanly slit and the crack of her ass were just barely covered. Her entire legs, hips, and cheeks of her ass were all completely open and exposed. Only the small, Velcro strap connecting the pieces of loincloth marred her sensuous display of flesh. Of course, there was also no room for anything underneath the loincloth.

Fred felt incredibly jealous watching her through the display window. He knew how turned on she was because her nipples were like a hard pencil eraser and sticking through the beaded breastplate. When he went outside to watch her, he could also smell her arousal scent. Melissa loved this costume as well and when she raised her arms and rocked her breasts back and forth, they were truly spectacular. Melissa saw the reaction in the ogling eyes of Fred, s customers.

Likewise, as Melissa belly danced and rocked her hips, the customers eyes were glued to her womanly hips and very sexy ass. She felt all their eyes ogling her every move and caressing the cheeks of her ass as well as her nipples peeking out of the breastplate. Whether it was the red riding hood or the Indian costume found herself wildly excited being the object of all the ogling stares. She modeled a princess Lelia slave outfit, but those sold out almost immediately.

Soon he was out of the Indian Squaw costumes as well. Fred was getting turned on and he knew that Melissa was as well. So, he had one more costume for her to display, but this time he brought her inside and decided to have a repeat of yesterday's bondage display.

Her costume was truly spectacular. It consisted of a leather frame around her breasts and nether regions with chains in between. The chains were theoretically there as her cover for her breasts and camel toe, but all they did really was make a more elaborate tease. While she danced, her breasts and nipples would be alternately covered then revealed again.

Fred had mixed feelings about all of this. That was his woman up there showing off her spectacular assets, so it bothered him that these lecherous men were all ogling the woman he had had made love to. However, it was her job, and damn, she did it well. He knew Melissa loved to perform; she loved being on stage and having all those eyes following her every move. He knew he had to get over his feelings and somehow, he had to bind her in the clothes rack like he did yesterday, then strip her, tease her and make her orgasm over and over.

Fred was right. Melissa loved this costume. It allowed her inner tease the freedom to express itself. The chains were a harsh caress against her nipples, and it was all very arousing. Likewise, as she danced the chains pounded against her pussy lips and clit, adding fuel to her smoldering passion. When she saw Fred watching her from behind the window, her smoldering passion caught fire.

When he came and ushered her into the store and led here to the yesterday's clothes rack, her whole body shivered in anticipation. She danced and shimmied over to the rack and threw her arms wide with her wrists next to the rack. Fred looked into her eyes filed with desire and need. He knew she felt just like he did. After an afternoon of teasing, she wanted him to heap some bondage teasing and orgasms on her. She needed some release.

Fred tied her hands to the corners of the six-foot clothes rack and then bent down to secure her ankles to the bottom corners. Fred stepped back and looked at Melissa's figure perfectly bound inside the clothes rack. With her arms raised her breasts were lifted and displayed gloriously. Her arms pulled her ribs up and defined them against her skin, they also made her waist look even smaller and her hips womanlier. As he ogled her, he couldn't find a single flaw, she was perfect in every way.

In a voice quivering with desire she said, "Oh Fred, you have my body quaking, and we haven't even started the show. I love the way you play my body like a fine instrument. You make my body sing and make me feel things I've never felt before. I just wish you could drape me over this table, fill me with your huge cock, and make me scream your name as I cum in front of everyone."

Fred had an amused expression on his face and wrinkled his brow as if he were thinking of something. He looked back into Melissa's eyes and said, "That's a great idea, but we'll have to save that for another day." Fred unbuckled the chain top that surrounded her breasts and removed it exposing her perfectly spectacular breasts. His hands drifted down over her taut belly and unbuckled the chains covering her pussy. Melissa felt goosebumps break out over her as her delicious body was revealed in its naked glory to the crowd on the other side of the window.

Fred stood up, went behind Melissa, he turned the clothes rack around showing her glorious backside before he turned her so that she faced the audience outside the display window and he was behind her. He wanted everyone to see how incredibly passionate this woman truly was. He wrapped his arms around her and teasingly caressed up her thighs and over her belly cupping her large breasts. He lifted them presenting them to the audience, and with his thumb and index finger began to stroke her rigid nipples until they stood diamond hard against the soft skin of her breasts.

He pushed his nose through her hair until his lips were right next to her ear. Then he whispered, "Baby, there must be at least 50 people watching me stroke your nipples right now. In a minute, those same people are going to watch my fingers slide deep into your pussy."

Melissa laid her head back against his chest and arched her back thrusting her tits towards the audience. Her head shifted softly from side to side, and she passionately moaned, "Oh my God, you are showing your slave off to everyone. You are showing everyone how your slave's body is your toy to play with. You are making me shiver with need as you show everyone who owns this body, and that I am powerless to stop anything you want to do. Oh God, I need you inside me, and I need your big cock filling me up."

Fred's left hand continued to toy with her nipples as his right hand slid down her flat, muscled belly. His finger teased her clit until he felt her hips jerking spasmodically, then he slid his fingers through the folds of her womanhood. He curled his fingers inside her, caressing her G spot before coming back out caressing her clit again.

Melissa's body began to squirm and writhe within his arms. Her lust lidded eyes were watching the audience's reaction. Her mouth hung open gulping passion laden breaths. In a faltering voice punctuated by sharp gasps she moaned, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, MY MA MASTER... OOHH GOD, OOHH, GOING TO CUM!"

Fred pinched her nipple hard and said, "Hold it; we have a long way to go. I'm just giving the audience an appetizer and preview of the passion that is about to be unleashed upon them. You are incredibly erotic as you struggle to fight the fire ready to consume you. I guarantee you, by the time I let you climax there won't be any dry pants in the audience."

His fingers trapped her clit and began to pinch it softly. Melissa's hips jerked in an erotic spasm as the white-hot jolt seared her already inflamed body. She barely regained control of her body just before she gave in to her climax. As his fingers curled back inside her, Melissa began to feel like an erotic marionette. Fred knew all the right buttons to tweak and just how to take her to the edge. He kept her writhing, denying her body's needs as he kept pulling her marionette's erotic strings.

Watching the audience's reaction to how Fred toyed with her body, only made the fire inside her burn that much hotter. Melissa felt her nipples swell and ache as he relentlessly teased them. She felt her belly quivering with the strain of holding back her passion. Her mind seemed lost in her erotic fog as she moaned a deep, needful plea. "OOOHHH GOD MASTER...YOUR DRIVING ME TO CUMM... MMAASSTTEERR, OH GOD PLEASE!"

As Fred continued toying with this magnificent woman, he addressed the audience, "You can see how passionate she is. She desperately wants to show you the fire that I create inside her, but you see she can't climax until I give her permission."

Fred pulled his fingers from her body, and Melissa sagged against his chest. As he was doing this he whispered in her ear, "You look so beautiful right now. You're glowing with heat, love, and passion with your radiance brightening the room. I'm so very proud of you Baby."

Melissa moaned and whimpered her acknowledgment to his complement. However, right now all she wanted was his command to climax. Fred gave her a quick passionate kiss. Her smoky, lust-filled eyes met Fred's, and his determination to drive her insane with lust was plain for her to see.

Melissa scanned the crowd reveling in their reaction as Fred took control of her body. Every eye in the audience was watching Fred stretch her further into the clothes rack. Everyone's eyes were wide open making sure they didn't miss a thing. Men and women alike were also licking their lips in anticipation.

Melissa quivered with the same anticipation, partially to see the audience's reaction, but mostly to experience what Fred had planned for her. She knew everything he did tonight would ultimately be for her pleasure, and she trusted him more than she trusted herself. It had taken a lot of guts for her to cross that boundary between playing at bondage and really giving herself to him. Now she couldn't imagine it any other way and couldn't resist giving him all of her. She had found what she craved and what finally could make her happy.

The anticipation was so thick; everyone could feel it. She saw men already adjusting their pants, freeing their already engorged cocks. Melissa felt goose bumps all over her as she stared into Fred's smoldering eyes, while he readied himself to rekindle her blistering passion. In addition to the heat, his eyes also held softness and love, and she knew this wasn't just about the show. She felt all mushy inside and knew this would be real. Fred was not an actor and only could do this show with her because he cared for her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knew this would be real. He would really be her dominant master, and she would be his toy and love slave.

She felt a big lump in her throat, and subtly her whole body ached to have him touch her. With all that knowledge, the audience faded into the background. Her whole focus was on the man in front of her, the man she would do anything for. She looked into his eyes and saw his tender, loving craving and knew they would be making love for real in front of an audience.

Melissa tore her gaze away from Fred and looked into the audience. Every eye was glued to her stretched and lavishly displayed body. She saw all of their eagerness and felt their shameless anticipation pouring into her. All the licking lips, sweaty palms and lustful stares invaded her body. Her nipples hardened even more while her womb cramped with twisted, passionate need.

Her eyes returned to Fred, and she gave him a look that told him she was ready to be his play toy. She was ready to be the focus of his desire, and her eyes pleaded with him to push her lustful boundaries. She was ready to give these people a show they would never forget. However, she also wanted it to be a night neither one of them would ever forget either.

Melissa's eyes followed Fred as he went to a rolling cart and pulled close to her. He pulled a cat of nine tails from the top of the cart and slapped it against his leg. This was a little different because it was made from ultra soft deerskin, and even the hard swing from this cat of nine tails would only feel like a light slap.

As he walked towards Melissa, swinging the whip in his hands, Melissa didn't feel any fear only exhilaration and excitement over what was to come. She knew Fred would never hurt her. He was here to make love to her as master of her heart and body. Fred swung the cat of nine tails over her breasts, and the soft deerskin felt like a master's caress on her nipples.