He gets her ready for the party.
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He left the car idling in the gravel parking lot. In front of us was a line of trees, black in the darkness, and behind us, the deserted road we drove in on. I got out and followed him to the back of the car. It felt odd – and yet, strangely, not – to be naked, outside, standing next to him. A wash of anxiety prickled over my skin, as I thought about how exposed I was. Before I could think about it, my hands came up to cover my bare breasts and pussy.
He stood, watching me, his eyes dark as the treeline. I saw that ghost of a smile creep across his face, and the movement made my pussy pulse.
He leaned against the trunk. “You know what I’m going to say, right?”
I looked at the ground. The gravel was sharp under my feet. “That I shouldn’t try to cover up?”
“You know, you’re not as dumb as you look.”
I ground my jaw and blushed. The heat on my cheeks almost made the summer air feel cool. Time seemed to slow as I dropped my hands to my sides.
“That’s a good girl. You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“Louder. Use more words.”
My eyes fluttered shut, and a whimper escaped my throat. “Yes, Sir,” I said, louder, my voice wavering. “I like being a good little humiliation slut for you. I like when you… expose me.”
He shifted his weight. “Why?”
Why did he have to make this so goddamn difficult?
“Because…” I started. “Because it makes my pussy drip. I like feeling like a desperate, blushing… controlled slut.”
Every word seemed to slide down the center of my body to pool in my overheated cunt.
“Mmm, yes. We know that you like humiliation. Do you like pain, too?”
The pool in my belly iced over. “Pain?”
“Things that hurt, Iris.” His tone was so patronizing, it burned in my ears.
I scowled. “I know what pain means,” I said, my tone clipped.
He laughed. “You make me want to do terrible things to you, do you know that? Every time I think you might submit, you give me that tone of voice that just makes me want to wrap my fingers in your hair.”
I made a tiny, needy noise. “I want that, too.”
“A little bit of a brat, then. Do you know what happens to bratty girls?”
I could feel my nipples puckering. “They get punished.”
“Definitely not as dumb as you look. Do you think I should punish you?” He still stood, perfectly casual, as if this were a conversation he had every night with a naked woman.
“Yes, please,” I said, my cheeks tingling.
“I think so, too. Kneel down for me.”
My heart began to race. What was he going to do?
I knelt down. Immediately, the jagged pieces of gravel embedded themselves in my knees. “Fuck,” I said, more to myself than to him.
I looked up at him, just to watch him turn around and pop the trunk. There was a row of tiny lights that spilled out around us; in the darkness of the night, it was nearly blinding.
The rocks under my knees burned. “Please… please, this hurts.”
“Bet it does.” He didn’t even turn around, but busied himself unzipping a large black duffel bag.
The seconds dripped by; it seemed to me that he was taking an inordinately long time to find whatever he was looking for. My breath came in short little hitches and tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.
He stepped in front of me, running his palm gently along the curve of my jaw, before tipping my face up to look at him. “Are you going to cover yourself again?”
Desperation filtered through my consciousness. “No. No, Sir. Please, no. I won’t.” I looked up at him, hoping to see some shred of mercy.
There was nothing like that.
All I saw was… arousal.
I felt my shoulders heave. Some distant part of my brain said that I should run, but that part was small and quiet. The ache in my core melted into the pain of the rocks underneath my knees, and all I could think of… was that I liked that look of arousal.
His fingers tightened around my jaw, until they dug into the sides of my teeth. “I play hard, Iris. I’m giving you a taste.” He took a deep breath, let go of me, and closed his eyes. “Tell me to take you home. Use your safeword.”
“No,” I said.
I watched his jaw tick. “I can take you home. It’s okay.” The conflict was plain in his body.
I wanted the arousal back. I grabbed his hand and put it against my cheek. “No,” I repeated. The skin on my knees felt seared, and I didn’t want him to stop. “I want you to keep going.”
He drew in another breath, and the sound of it tickled along my skin, like he had made a decision.
His fingers crawled up the side of my face and entwined themselves in my hair. “Not just a humiliation slut, then?”
I laughed, but it was a nervous little sound. “I guess not.”
“Good.” He tightened his grip and pulled me to my feet, drawing a pained yelp from my lips.
It felt good to be off the gravel, but once I stood in the spill of light from the trunk, I was again conscious of my nudity, and where we were. I couldn’t help but glance toward the road behind us, though it was still deserted.
He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. “Nervous?”
“If I said yes, would you find some way to make it worse?”
This time, I saw the flash of his teeth. “As the lady desires.”
I looked up at the purple sky, polluted by the yellow and orange of sodium lights coming from the other side of the park. Only the brightest stars were visible in the mess of lights from the city. “That’s… not what I meant.”
Even as I said the words, I wasn’t sure if that was true.
He made a noncommittal noise, as if he were having the same thought. “We’ll see.”
He pulled a scrap of fabric out of the bag and handed it to me. I shook it out and realized that it was a skirt. Or… something that might have been a skirt, at some point in its life. I cocked my head to the side, as I held the garment out. It couldn’t have been longer than six inches, just a tube of stretchy fabric.
He had to be joking. There was no way he intended me to wear this.
I looked at him. “Is this a bracelet? A scrunchie?”
His laugh filled the space around us, and crawled along my nerves to settle in between my legs. “If you’re going with me to the party, I’m going to dress you how I like.”
A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I knew I should stop this, but those words were buried under tomes of yes, please and make me your perfect little whore.
My blush still burned as I worked the skirt over my hips.
“Such a good girl. So much better than the Monica dress, don’t you think?”
My chest felt vacant, empty, as he reminded me of where I had started the night. The reference wasn’t lost on me, and I blushed harder, trying to think if my dress had been an intentional choice.
I wanted to be a slime covered slut. I had worn a dress that would have shown the evidence of my depravity.
But that dress was gone now, crumpled in some gutter somewhere. I shivered.
The skirt didn’t even cover my ass. In fact, I felt more naked with it on, than off.
“You can’t be serious,” I said. There was no way I could wear this anywhere.
He grinned, handing me another piece of fabric and a pair of stilettos. “Oh, quite serious. Ready to safeword?”
My lips twitched as hot embarrassment washed through my body. I shook my head.
“Words. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m not ready to safeword.” My voice was breathy.
“Good little slut. Now finish getting dressed, and we can get out of here.”
I put the shoes on the ground and slipped my feet into them, wobbling as I stood back up.
The heel was impossibly thin, but they gave me five extra inches. “I don’t know if I can walk in these. Fuck, these make me look like a hooker.” The realization made my cunt ooze, I could feel the slickness between my thighs.
I shook out the last piece of my outfit. I could see that it was intended to be a top, but it was so short that I doubted that it would even cover my breasts.
The question had to be asked. “What is this?”
“Your top, of course. Put it on. I want to see it on you.”
I looked at it, and my fingers shook as I held it to the light. Again, I had to ask the question. I knew the answer, but I still had to ask. “Why are you doing this to me?”
His expression was serene. “You tell me.”
I wanted to scream. Cry, maybe.
Did I want this?
I rubbed my legs together, feeling the slime that had begun to drip.
Fuck yes, I wanted this.
I wanted to bathe in the aching humiliation of looking like a cheap tramp. Wanted to be on my knees in front of this man who was making me do it all. “I need you to humiliate me. Show me how dirty and depraved I can be.”
“Good girl. I think this suits you better as a cum-covered whore, don’t you think?”
I smiled, because I couldn’t help it.
The top pulled over my shoulders, the cut off hem coming to rest just below my nipples. I ran my fingers along my exposed underboobs, and pulled at the half top, trying in vain to get it to cover just a little bit more.
“Every time you touch that tonight, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?” His voice was deep with his own excitement.
I nodded.
“Say it out loud.”
Tears stung my eyes. “Every time I touch my outfit tonight, please punish me, Sir.”
“Good little whore. You’re going to let everyone see who you really are, aren’t you?”
I thought about that. He was right. So right. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He stepped closer and wrapped a wide leather collar around my neck.
I held my hair out of the way as he buckled it. The weight and stiffness of it felt nice, almost calming. I looked up at him, and it almost didn’t matter what I was wearing, as long as I was wearing his collar.
Almost.
I shifted in my heels, and the shirt popped up over my nipples, so that everything was on display. Without thinking, I reached and tugged it back down.
The smile that spread across his face should have scared me. “That didn’t take long. It’s like you want me to punish you.”
I didn’t think I could blush any harder, but I was wrong. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.”
“We’ll teach you by the end of the night,” he said, as he walked me over to the side of the car. “Hands against the car. Ass out.”
I got into position, groaning as I realized that even the slightest movement made the top ride up over my breasts.
I arched my back, trying to give him the best angle for spanking me.
His footsteps crunched on the gravel, and I shivered.
I felt his fingers brush through the wetness seeping from my pussy, and a strangled groan sounded from his lips. “You’re fucking soaked. You really do like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”
I pushed myself back against him. “Fuck, yes. Please, yes.”
“Fucking slut,” he said, pushing two fingers into my squelching hole.
I closed my eyes as the delicious sensation of being filled up washed over me. I needed more. So much more.
A single wail of a siren brought me back down to reality, as red and blue lights suddenly surrounded us, painting the parking lot and trees the color of trouble.
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