emma in the House of her Mistress

Chapter 2

Laying in her armpit, I woke with my face on Mistress's breast. I could feel her heat and the sweat from my face and feel the beating of her heart throw her body. I couldn't move my arms. My shoulders ached dully. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me. Her fingers played in my hair.

"Happy now?" I nodded. "We only slept a while we still have lots of time. Just think about what you have done. My god. Fucking my shoe! What would people think? What would they say? Such a dirty slut of a sub. Does anyone else have any idea that you are such an immoral little slut when you try and pretend you are not?"

"No Mistress only you."

"Stop humping my leg!" Suddenly realising that I was rubbing my hairless mound against her leg. I couldn't believe what a slut I had become. Oh God it was so humiliating. I was so horny.

"I am sorry Mistress", I said plaintively.

"You'll do anything wont you to get off, to get that oozing hungry cunt of yours off. Well that cunt is really mine now again isn't it subby?" I knew that she was right!

"Oh yes Mistress."

"Yes slut, your Mistress has a pussy, you have a cunt. You understand that don't you?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yes Mistress." It was such a dirty word but it was the correct word for me. That's what I was. I was a slut. My Mistress owned my cunt.

"And tits, you have tits slut, or udders. What do I have?"

"You have lovely breasts Mistress. Such beautiful breasts."

"Good. Good. I own you. Now you are my toy, just a sex toy, for my pleasure. What are you?"

"I am just an owned sex toy Mistress. Yours." She smiled at me and leaned forward to kiss my mouth her tongue playing inside and me responding. My cunt throbbed as she used her toy. Just a toy. But toys make their owners happy, don't they?

She moved me over onto my back with my arms under me. She played with my hair gently. "You are such a slut aren't you? Such a smutty, wicked slut." Her voice gentle.

"Yes Mistress." Whispered. My hands bound under me, my hips raised. "Open for me, my lovely little slut." I parted my legs craving to please her. Knowing I wanted her to see me. See me open and exposed as she had told me. Seeing me obedient. Looking down and seeing my slippery naked mound pushing up lewdly. Tits thrust up. Exposed and engorged lips parting and available with or without any consent. Shivering at the thought. Still having that overwhelming need throbbing between my legs. I was embarrassed. Aware I was leaking again. Shivering again under Susan's intense inspection of my naked body. Blushing as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast. She rolled my already hard nipple

"Open wider. Tell me what has been up this slutty cunt of yours lately." My tendon aching as I spread my legs wider still. Her fingers slid between my slippery lips. Rubbing me. Entering. Leaving. Over my clit. Deep with me.

"You know Mistress."

"I know I know. I said tell me."

"Andrew's cock, Mistress."

"Why was that cock up inside you, subby?" Her voice in tempo with her fingers. Her face near mine. Forcing. Pushing. Demanding. Like her fingers.

"Because you told me to Mistress. You told me that I had to do it Mistress. Ooooh. You wanted me to fuck for you Mistress."

"Can you remember what it felt like being my dirty whore? Did it fill you? Did that cunt of yours get wet thinking of what you were?"

"Yes. Yes. Oh god yes." My chest was rising and falling with my breath. "I was your whore. I was your bitch. Hot bitch. Like you said. Ugmmh. On my knees. Instigated it. Let him. Like you said." Panting.

"Were you wet for me?"

"Oh God yes. I was wet for you Miss. Like now!"

"Did you cum?"

"No Miss. You said. I wanted to so much but I was good. I was good for you. I wanted to do exactly as you told me. Not till today. Not till you gave me permission. I whored and I waited Mistress." So submissive.

"Remember. It is only me that gives it to you. Me that allows it. You orgasm at my wish. Nobody else's. Even yours. That's what you really want isn't it?"

"Yes Miss. Oh God." Her fingers left me humping air in frustration. I whimpered.

"You are here to pleasure me, and you happen to have a pleasing body and it pleases me for it to be available and on display to me whenever we are in the house alone. In fact, unless I tell you otherwise, before you enter the house you must always be naked. You need to ensure you are displaying tits, cunt and arse for your Mistress before you enter. Being naked for me will make you know your place. Make you aware what you are and what you are for. You'll probably get off on that too wont you? The humiliation, being naked. I know you don't ever forget.

"I know my sub wants the attention. So for punishment we'll put you in the corner and forget you." I looked up at her pleadingly but not daring to speak. "I'll smack you and even whip you, of course, but that will be for my pleasure not your punishment. I'll do it because I like doing it and you will accept it because you'll know your duty is to please."

Her hand swiftly slapped my cunt and mound once. A sound like slapping wet mud. I jerked and arched up from the bed. Cried out in shock. She did it again, then again. It hurt and shook me. But I could feel other stirrings too. I pushed up for the next. I pushed up my naked mound for the slap! Pushed it up to be smacked. Arched up, wanting. It didn't come. I blushed suddenly, deeply. Mistress laughed. "I might do it to simply get your attention, or just to show you your innermost wantonness." She laughed again. "You, my little bitch, become wet so easily don't you?"

After Mistress unfastened my wrists, I went into shower with Mistress and soaped her body and washed her hair. My arms loved being sanctioned to move again. I was allowed to soap her breasts and sex too. She kissed me under the jetting water. Her lips played with mine gently, her wet body slippery against mine. It aroused me. Breasts rubbing over mine and legs entangling. I felt happy. After, I dried her down too in one of her huge soft towels.

Mistress dressed in a black leather skirt and a thin red top. Obviously I remained naked. I felt more naked when Mistress was dressed. She knew it. She knew that it aroused me too.

"Mistress," finding it difficult to speak, "I need to use the bathroom."

"To pee?" I nodded. She looked at me with her finger lightly touching her lip. "Yes Mistress. To… pee."

"We'll go downstairs first." I didn't know what she meant but decided it was wisest to say nothing though the pressure in my bladder was growing with each minute.

Downstairs, I stood on a rug before her chair in the kitchen, naked and wanting to pee. It was a very big kitchen, old fashioned in a fashionable way. The floor was tiled with black and white tiles, there were a few rugs. A big table in the middle with chairs, a stove and fridge freezer. A clothes dryer hung from the ceiling above the large brick fireplace. There was a smell of herbs. She had me stand with thighs apart and my hands behind me. My tits thrust, nipples hard and my cunt available. My lower lips were engorged and exposed. It felt formal. It was a position I was expected to know in future. I still had that overwhelming need throbbing between my legs, or maybe it was a new one. I was embarrassed. I knew my lips were getting wetter again. I shivered under Susan's intense inspection of my naked body. I blushed as she reached out and casually cupped my left breast. My body remembered my orgasm and I feel its rapid response to her light touch. I stood and felt my already hard nipple rolled between forefinger and thumb, gently crushing it. I turned slightly to the left hoping my right nipple will be caressed.

"Who owns you?"

"You do Mistress."

"Good. "I think you already realise your role is to please me. Remember I am a strong woman who knows what it is you really want. When you feel nervous, you will remember that whatever it is you are expected to do that is making you nervous you are giving yourself to your Mistress, for our mutual enjoyment. I will take you and use you however I please, because this is what you want too. I will do everything necessary to make you feel safe and comfortable, and in return, you will not let your fears interfere with your desire to give herself completely to me. If you do well, and obey me at all times, you will be rewarded."

"You are my submissive slut then? My sex toy? To do my bidding, to carry out my orders, to play with, to do as you are told and be obedient?"

"Yes Mistress. I am yours, your submissive slut." My breasts were heaving and I could do nothing. I wanted to wipe my face, to close and squeeze my thighs. I wanted to cover my nipples as they thrust forward in their need. I wanted to but I didn't, couldn't. It was if I was tied. I was, but not by the cuffs just then.

"Good. I want you, want you to be that." I groaned aloud at that. The pleasure of knowing she wanted me. Wanted to be my Mistress. Wanted me sexually. "Go and fetch the glass bowl that you'll find next to the sink." I brought it, very conscious of my nakedness, my bouncing tits, the slipperiness of my thighs and resumed my position. My bladder pressed inside me, wanting release.

"Do you still want to pee?"

"Please Mistress."

"Well you did well to ask. Because you must ask my permission for everything concerning what goes in and out of that slut body of yours my little bitch. You will not you use the toilet in this house. You will either use this bowl or you will do it outdoors in the garden, at my discretion." My mouth must have opened in shock. Her hand slapped my left breast. I groaned and just managed to hold position.

"Don't even think of arguing. That is what I want, understood?"

"Yes Mistress." I blurted it out hoping my tender breast would not to be smacked again.

"Good. Away from the house, of course, you may use a washroom cubicle if permission is given but there will be conditions when I allow that. Now, you will make sure you do not get any on the floor." She placed it on the rug and sat down to watch. "Squat with your thighs well apart. I expect to be able to see clearly."

There was a thumping in my ears. I couldn't believe all I had heard and I was sure there was more to come. My face was on fire but felt my body responding to the humiliation. I thought of Mistress's caresses, the tingling excitement growing yet again between my legs. I felt my clit throbbing as my thighs opened to her. The tingling spread throughout my body, and my nipples were now as hard as diamonds. I squatted feeling humiliation and more. She'd watched me before but many years previously. It was so embarrassing; my thighs spasmed slightly as I squatted wide open so that she could observe. I placed two fingers either side of my hairless lips and pulled up so I could direct the flow, but the flow wouldn't come. I did not want to get it on the floor. I was desperate. I looked up at Mistress who arched her eyebrows silently. I tried and tried. I looked at the floor and thought of taps open and flowing, waterfalls, rivers.

Suddenly it came. A flow of liquid from me. Bursting forth. So wonderful was the relief it wasn't until I heard the noise of the pee going into the liquids already in the bowl that the humiliation returned. Stronger. My eyes were wet but it didn't matter. The knowledge was deep. Knowing the control over myself that I was giving up more and more. I was having to control myself to do my Mistress's bidding. My body wanted to shake but I dare not allow it. I dare not allow the urine anywhere other than in the bowl, it still spurted. Eventually it simply dribbled from me. Then dripped as I became to shake slightly. I didn't know what she wanted as she stared at me.

"Come here." I moved closer still with my legs spread. A tissue had appeared in Mistress's hand. I spread for her, spread my cunt, full of shame and submission. She wiped me as if I was a child. I felt very loved. I couldn't help but whisper thank you to her. "Now go and empty it and make sure you clean it well. After, put it on the floor so you know where it is to use again."

After, I was allowed to make-up and brush my hair. We were going out and my appearance was to be considered. Mistress had said as it would reflect on her and I must never show her up in any way. I hoped I was pretty enough as I brushed my hair until it shone. Mistress brought my clothing, she had chosen the same dress as I had worn earlier and I was surprised and pleased to see a clean black pair of knickers on top as she handed them to me. No bra though.

"You will always be required look your best and are properly dressed or undressed. You must never show me up by looking unkempt. Obviously at home you will be allowed to choose to dress in a manner appropriate to your role, but I will judge how well you present yourself. However, a few specific guidelines need to be mentioned to you. If I allow any underwear it will be appropriately sexy, any top worn will be cut low enough to reveal skin down to the point between the slave's nipples or tight enough to easily display the shape of your tits. If ever I allow you to wear trousers they must be sufficiently tight to reveal the curve of your slutty hips or loose enough for my easy access. "

I moved as if to put on the dress though I was immediately stopped.

"You are in the house and I have not given my slut permission to be dressed in the house. Put them on outside." Oh god, I had forgotten. I was allowed to put on my shoes inside.

I had to dress in the open porch. I could hear the traffic and someone call out in the distance as, still holding the tiny silk bundle of knickers; I wrapped the dress around myself and fastened the buttons all the way up the front. Mistress made me stand as she undid buttons again. High up my thigh. "I will decide on the extent of exposure." She stopped and caressed my smooth mound.

"Mmm. I do like this smooth." I tried to remain still though it was difficult to restrain from thrusting lewdly. She finally left my increasingly needy skin and unbuttoned the dress at the top further down than I had. To below my breasts. If I wasn't careful I could easily display my breasts to anyone who cared to look in my direction. I slipped into the knickers which covered virtually nothing of me, much of the smooth flesh showing at the side. As I bent and pulled them up my breasts moved obviously, embarrassingly. I could feel the string between my buttocks and knew the smallness of the front would mean that they would eventually slip between my lips. She passed me my purse.

We moved to the car and drove off in silence; I hadn't been told where we were going. It wasn't far. Parked on the street. I could see large expanses of my globes and acres of thigh as I got out of the car. Walking, holding my purse at my crutch, very concerned about the movement of my breasts and the slight breeze ruffling my skirt. I looked at the ground. Mistress held my arm at the elbow like one does to a recalcitrant child. We stood on the pavement, occasional shoppers passing.

"There is a sex shop over there. Go in and buy three butt plugs, all different sizes. I will wait in this shoe shop."

"What?"

A sudden shock hit me. White stars in my eyes. A slap. On my cheek. I looked around. A man saw but walked on, glancing at me. My eyes filled with tears.

"Never question me like that again! Especially in public. You will do as you are told. Now!"

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Just go and do what you are told."

The windows were opaque. The inside looked secret, forbidden. I had never ever been in a shop like it before. Stepping across the road I gingerly opened the door, really worried that I had upset her. A really loud bell shocked me out of my thoughts as I entered. It announced my presence to all the world. Two men looked up at me. One of them shuffled quickly around a corner but the other carried on looking at me. A hard looking woman behind the counter read a newspaper, smoking. Suddenly the bell again and I actually jumped in shock. A group of office girls came in, loud and boisterous, claiming the space with their laughter. I moved to the wall attempting to hide myself. Old music, sounding like I imagined in a strip club, was playing vaguely in the background. The man continued to watch me amusedly. I suddenly became really aware of my barely covered body. I looked down. A hard nipple very near the button of my dress was exposed. Quickly adjusting myself, blushing. I needed to find what I came for. My head buzzed. I felt sweat on my forehead. The smell of cigarettes all around.

Vibrators filled the walls as far as I could see. All sizes, all colours. It was intimidating. I saw the girls looking at some adult games and as my eyes moved I noticed some boxes of something. No. Plastic balls. I was blushing strongly. Although it was darker inside I was scared the finger marks on my cheek would show. The man looked at me intermittently, bored with me now, looking at a dirty magazine. The girls were still too caught up in their amusement to bother about me. My eyes went back to the shelves and there in front of me were packs of three sizes of plugs. I had never seen any before. The ones here were all vivid pink. There was no other colour. I picked a pack sheepishly, my heart beating furiously, thankful I needn't make a choice. The check out desk was high. The woman condescended to look at me as I placed my purchase up on the counter.

"We have black butt plugs too", she said loudly. The girls stopped, momentarily looking. Then they carried on, ignoring me. Even though she had her cigarette in her mouth the words sounded booming. I wanted to hide, as the strangers in the shop knew the secret of my purchase.

"No, no. That's all right. These are fine." I couldn't look in her direction. I could feel perspiration running under my arms. She put them in a brown bag and I gave her a note.

The change was passed over. I took it but I couldn't hold it. Sweaty hands. It dropped onto the floor. Scrabbling on the floor for the coins. Looking up there was the man who had stared at me. My skirts had separated between my thighs, wide up to my knickers; my top gaped displaying my tits. I should have fled immediately but I didn't. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. I stayed for those extra few seconds allowing a stranger visual access to me. Whore. Slut. Then I fled. Fled with damp knickers. So ashamed at what I had done. What was happening to me?

I found Mistress looking at shoes. I blushed thinking of earlier. I could smell cigarettes still on me.

"Any problems?"

"No Mistress. I've got them."

"Good. You look flushed. Is your cheek alright?" Her hand caressed it. I was shaking. I wanted to cry.

Down the street I carried the brown bag, my finger aching as they tensed around the folded top. The next stop surprised me. A pet shop. We walked into that musty animal smell that all pet shops seem to acquire. It wasn't busy, one middle aged woman and a small boy. A girl was packing pet food on the bottom shelves, her cerise knickers showing over the rear of her low slung jeans. Concentrating on not exhibiting intimate parts of myself, I followed Mistress who appeared to be looking purposefully for something. We came to a stop and I wondered why we were here.

"As my pet you need a collar. A dog collar for my bitch on heat. Now which type and what size?"

My eyes must have been like dinner plates. I managed to contain my shock and keep my mouth shut. Frantic I looked around to see if anyone had heard. Mistress picked up a pink one and placed it against my throat.

"Chin up slut." I did as I was told. Mistress tried to fasten it around me but it was too small.

"Can I help?" Had she heard me called a slut?

"Well we need a collar."

"For which breed?"

"Oh, it has to be the size of this young things throat." The girl in with the cerise knickers looked at me puzzled.

"What colour?"

"Actually I like the black ones. I thought with metal studs initially but they are quite butch and this is for a bitch. I think a plain black one."

The girl found a few different sizes and Mistress asked her to try them around my neck for size. The girl stood looking at us, from one to the other, then shrugged and did as she was asked. I stood blushing furiously, holding my neck up, presenting my throat as the girl tried them around me. Eventually Mistress and the girl found one that matched their satisfaction as stood there mortified, modelling my dog collar. The girl had realised that I was not worth speaking to and only conversed with Mistress now. Passive, standing still. They stood looking at the one they had decided upon around my neck.

"Oh, and a leash. Chain, with a leather handle?"

"Yes. We have those." One was found and Mistress fastened it to my collar, letting it hang heavily down my front.

"Perfect. We'll take these. We might as well keep them on. Well not the leash."

The girl looked from one to the other of us not certain of whether she was being laughed at. "I'll need to remove it for the code. Oh I can take it without unfastening it." She spoke as if in a daze obviously incapable of explaining to herself what was happening.

"Oh yes, the bitch can still wear it. Don't worry about wrapping them. We have this brown bag that the leash can go in." I knew I was trembling. I knew I was so hot as the girl unfastened it and looked at me. I couldn't look at her. I didn't want to see her expression. As we approached the checkout something else caught Mistress's eye. She picked something small from a shelf as we passed.

At the checkout the girl ran everything through the cash till including the small bell that Mistress had picked up. She put the leash in a plastic bag and Mistress stood me still and spent a considerable time adjusting my new collar and then attached the bell! A customer entered and looked amusedly at me. It hadn't occurred to me why she had bought it up to then. I thought I might faint. As we walked out I was suddenly aware of the wetness between my legs. The bell tinkled.

Thankfully Mistress decided that she would like a coffee. The dizziness was gradually reducing. I was wearing the collar, walking around in my collar and my bell. My bitch collar. I could smell the leather, feel it vaguely around my neck. We sat down at a table by the wall in an out of the way spot in a coffee shop. There were only a couple of other tables occupied and there was restfulness about the place. My bell could be stilled. I began to relax. The embarrassment of buying the collar receding a little. I still felt very obvious. Why would a grown woman be wearing a dog collar? It made me feel very humble and submissive. I was just a pet. Nobody had looked at me strangely though. Nobody had looked surprised or disgusted. I realised that the knowledge of what it was rested inside me. I was a pet, I was a submissive, it was my 'badge' but inside I was aware that it was only some people who knew. The people who were also into this kind of thing.

The waitress was beckoned over and took our order. She seemed to look at me for a moment but it wasn't me placing the order. Mistress was taking care of me. I sat quietly waiting looking at my hands. My thoughts were still buzzing around my head and all I wanted was to keep out of trouble and please. Soon our order came and I sat silently, sipping already cooling coffee. Mistress began talking about handbags. I sat as passively as I could, very aware of my bell still.

"I think I will tie you up more. Keep you opened and in bondage. Would you like that?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"I think you do. I think that being bound and not in any position to stop what's done to you would make you dribble down your legs, slut."

I looked at the table and let my imagination riot. Eventually, after I could feel her amused eyes on me for what seemed to be hours I whispered a "yes".

"Do you think the girl is attractive?" The question caught me off guard and I had to look around and look at the girl again. My bell tinkled at the sudden movement and I was scared that she would look at me. The girl was about sixteen, eighteen perhaps with short blonde hair. She was quite plain but had a nice figure and her long legs looked good in her short black miniskirt and black tights and flats. I could imagine her at school. The boys would be pleased to be with her, but not necessarily in public I thought bitchily.

"She is pretty I guess Mistress and has good legs."

"Yes she has, quite long. Look at her tits. Would you like to lick them if I allowed you to?"

Oh God! Would she ever expect me to do that? I knew that it would not simply be approval if she did, but an order. Like whoring to my husband. Would she humiliate me that much? With someone who knows what I am doing, not only me. Would she give me away like that? No it wouldn't be giving me away, I realised, it would be a performance from me. She'd be whoring me again. Really whoring her slut. She would keep me and expect me to perform for her curiosity. She would like the erotic display and the knowledge that she could humiliate me. I could imagine that. The reality of it made my stomach jump.

I licked my dry lips and looked at the breasts in question. They were larger than mine. Full in a young girl's way, I thought almost insolently pert. Mine were relatively pert I knew from balancing the comments received with observation but hers had that over ripe look of fresh tomatoes. Those extra ten years makes a difference. I hoped that I had other things in my favour. I noticed my mouth was dry, my face hot. I could imagine the pinkness of the nipple.

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice husky.

I coughed attempting to disguise it and as I did I became aware of the constriction of the collar around my throat and the tinkling again. I couldn't look at her, instead attempting to look across the room in my uncertainty. The waitress was clearing plates from an empty table. Her skirt stretched tight over her buttocks as she leant forward. Her skin glowed pinkly through her thin white blouse and the straps of her bra showed clearly. I closed my mouth and looked at the table in front of me aware of my blushes. I could imagine my hands caressing her. The more sexual control I gave away the more I was incapable of controlling my dirty thoughts.

"You are getting wetter again aren't you?" She looked and sounded surprised though we both knew she wasn't. She was reading my face. We both knew that she was building this in me and teasing me with her comments. This lust, this volcanic coursing inside me was caused by her ownership of me.

I nodded at the table before giving in to speech. "Yes Mistress."

After a while the girl approached us with a tray looking empty cups. I looked down as she took them from the table. Mistress said thank you but the girl remained there.

"Is that what I think it is around her neck?" I felt my eyes widen and my face heat up.

Mistress cocked her head and amusedly looked at the girl. "What do you mean?"

"It's a collar, a dog collar. With a bell."

"Yes?" I was very aware that I was looking at the table and not defending myself. A drip of sweat ran down my side. The girl didn't say anything for a while and I hoped she would go but she didn't.

"Is she a submissive? Do you own her?" My head spun. My eyes blurred.

"Why do you ask?" The humour apparent in Mistress's tone.

"I read these books." My throat was tightening. "Some of the women and men sometimes wear dog collars."

"What kind of books?" Mistress was spinning this out.

"Dirty books." Her voice confident not embarrassed, as I would have been admitting to reading books like that.

"Yes she is." I thought my breathing would stop! They continued talking for a moment but the only sound I could hear was the thumping of blood in my ears. My eyes were blurred humiliation. I vaguely realised the girl was walking away.

"Look at me!" Mistress's voice was stern. Not harsh but a voice I would not argue with. "You will remember that you are mine and you will obey your Mistress."

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice rasping on my dry throat.

"In a moment she will return. All you have to do is remove your knickers and do as I say. She will not harm or touch you. I will not allow it. I will not allow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. But…"

"No buts!" I remembered the slap.

"Sorry Mistress."

"You will do exactly as you are told and show me how obedient you can be when things are unexpected. Never mind the problems just let yourself be guided and controlled by your Mistress and you will be looked after. I am doing this because you want it. I am doing this because I can. And I will."

The girl returned and stood before our table. The only other customers were just out of sight at the other end behind plants. She stood there and I could see her legs, but I daren't look up.

"Are you really going to make her do it?" I must have missed something earlier.

"Slut, remove your knickers now and place them on the table."

She looked at me and nodded. I felt like a rabbit in headlights. I silently pleaded but to no avail. Finally I knew I would be in serious trouble if I didn't comply. Other strangers had seen me kissing Mistress, possibly seen my tits, and seen me collared after all. This was just another stranger. I stretched my jaw and looked around nervously as my hands dropped to my sides. My right hand crept under my skirt and found the waistband at my hip. I paused and looked up. Her eyebrows arched and I licked my lips. It was like drowning. I could feel any control slipping away and an almost alcoholic heat taking me. Lifting slightly I dragged the band down. I was attempting to keep my head stationary so the bell remained silent. My other hand slid under the other side. Heart was pounding. Nipples throbbing. This girl was seeing the real me that only Mistress had seen before. The left waistband was at my thigh and I had to lift. With both sides at my knees I knew it was the turning point. I slipped my thighs slightly apart and pulled the gusset from my crutch. Bending forward. Tinkling. Tits slipping into view. Chest constricting. Dampness along my thighs. Sliding down them. Oh God. One knee up and over my foot. Then the other. Knickers balled in my hands. Breathing heavy. Sitting back. Face flaming.

"Put them on the table."

Again the bell tinkled as I could feel myself shaking. My hand came up from beneath the table and I looked in the vague direction of the girl. The hand dropped the balled knickers in the centre of the table and retreated rapidly underneath again. I looked down at the black material unfolding slightly wondering what to do. Mistress picked them up and held them open in the palm of her hand. We all stared at them. The inside of them. The small amount of material was obviously soaked with a whitish stain around the edges of the obvious female secretions. Mistress held them out for the girl who took them.

"Mmm. It's not everyday a customer shows me her knickers in here. They are rather damp too." My body gently shook as she brought them to her nose.

"Are you still wet?" It took me a while to register what was said to me. I nodded at Mistress.

"Show us. With your finger." I looked up again abruptly in shock, my eyes and mouth wide.

Luckily I remained silently before I realised that I would have to obey. I realised what I must do. A tear of humiliation ran down my cheek. I looked down at the table feeling completely disgraced because of what I was being made to do in public. "And look at your waitress as you do so." A sob escaped me as I looked into the waitress's eyes feeling totally humiliated as someone else saw me taking orders from my Mistress, such demeaning sexual orders. She was smiling. Grinning rather. Slipping a hand beneath my skirt again I parted my thighs and slide forward on the seat. My eyes caught in the girl's as I did so. I couldn't escape. I didn't know if it was going to be too much. I felt Mistress's eyes on me. My fingers found my bulging smooth flesh on each side of my slit. The eyes, even ones so young, held me. My second finger paused for a moment at my entrance and my eyes closed. I could feel seepage that had occurred in the last few seconds.

"Open!" My eyes were snared again. My stomach pressed forward and my finger slid into me. I pushed until I felt I could go no further. The table obscured any view of what actually I was doing but the girl watched my discomfort through my eyes. I remembered to breathe. The bell tinkled softly as my tits bobbled slightly with the sudden breath. Whimpering softly, I withdrew the finger and carefully brought it above the table, sticking up from my hand for them to see. It gleamed in its wetness. Lights reflected from the slippery looking skin.

"Yes. I think her cunt is rather wet, don't you agree?" The girl looked away from me and agreed. "Now clean it slut." I paused then sucked my finger clean. "You see?"

"Yes." The girl was flushed. I sucked my cunt juices.

Without turning to me, her eyes still looking at the girl, "Tell her what you are."

"Your slut, Mistress. Your submissive slut. Your whore." I felt my vagina spasm and I was almost cumming. My breathing was shallow gasping breaths, my face hot and dry, my thighs drenched in spurted juices. Vaguely my mind registered that a wet spot would probably show from behind on my skirt.

"Tell her to play with herself."

"Do it. We want to see what a slut looks like when she fingers herself."

Fear turned to excitement, and my body grew even more aroused. I wanted this. My fingers slid under again. Swallowed. Trembling. Tits bouncing. Thighs already parted. Smooth cunt. Wet. Easy. I was so easy. Into my folds. Clit huge. Jerking as I touched it. Too sensitive. Inside my cunt. I began furiously rubbing around my clit. I was close.

"Does it feel good, you dirty little slut?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

"Do you like doing this?"

I half grunted, half blurted out in a deep sigh, "Yessss...... Oh God Yessss...."

I could feel my orgasm building. Looking right into their eyes. So humiliating. My fingers on myself for them. I could smell it. Wanting. More than anything. They were watching, a slut was performing for them. Almost there. Sighing. Grunting. I let out a soft whisper of a moan. My body had taken over. "Ohhhh!!!" My mouth opened.

"Stop. Stop! Don't you dare! I don't want her to cum now."

I couldn't. A hand on my arm. I froze. My body shook. Really shook as I fought it. Fought to make it do as I was told.

"Oh." The girl was obviously disappointed. Not as much as I was! I continued to rock and could feel Mistress's eyes on me. I pulled my fingers up from my cunt. Onto the table. I looked down and saw a nipple was showing. The seat was wet. I closed my eyes. Attempted to control my breathing.

"Perhaps another time."

"Yes. Yes." Was all that the girl sai, as though she was in another world. She was aroused I saw. She offered the knickers back.

"Keep them. To help you remember."

They disappeared inside her curled up hand again. I looked at the table in a mist of submissive need and humiliation. My smelly wet fingers were before me. What did she mean?

When I looked up she had disappeared. Mistress was standing and we were leaving. I stood and my thighs rubbed slickly against each other. Too scared to look around to see if the girl was there. I could hardly stand. I felt light headed. I wasn't sure if I was going to faint. Outside the coffee house I had to sit for a while. Mistress was with me. Her hand holding me. Mistress was there. Eventually we made it to the car. Her mouth took mine. Possessed me. My hips thrusting. Her tongue deep. Initially hard and demanding, gradually softer, our mouths playing against each other. I was in her arms.

"I was proud of your display."

I burst into tears of happiness, pressing my face against hers. "Thank you. Thank you."