The line clicked dead again, Fay sat down on the stairs, her earlier thoughts of excitement replaced with ones of dread. What if she saw someone she knew, she couldn’t explain why she was dressed in such a way, never mind the fact she was with a huge black man. She sniffed once again she knew she had no choice, the thought of the video getting distributed amongst her friends and associates was a far worse fate than going shopping dressed like a tart, might as well get on with it, she thought.
Fay drove, deep in thought, she had resigned herself to her fate and was now fixating on the fucking she so badly wanted and needed. She was trying to figure out how she could get her Master to fuck her, so far he had only let her suck him off, she couldn’t believe he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him.
Fay parked up and sat for a moment trying to remain calm, she was virtually naked. The clothing she did have on made her look like an eighteen year old, not just any eighteen year old either, an eighteen year old slut, a sure thing at any party, good for fucking and nothing else.
She got out of the car, smoothed her skirt down and made for the stairs. Trying desperately to think about something other than the heat between her legs and her throbbing nipples. She headed down the stairs, the all familiar car park smell of urine in her nostrils. The stairs allowed anyone following, or in front of her to see her nudity, at least its warm she thought as air played over her pussy hair, tickling her.
She stood outside the car park, it was next to a busy road and she could see the heads of drivers and passengers swivelling round to get a second look at her. She blushed at the attention, secretly thrilled at the openly lustful looks she was receiving.
A loud blast from a car horn rang out, her master had finally arrived, Fay waved shyly at him as all eyes turned to her to see what all the noise was about. She blushed at the attention realising that her Master had engineered the first humiliating episode of the day for her. His car disappeared into the car park and Fay was left with her cheeks cooling as the embarrassment subsided.
“Good Slut finally you look like the cheap slutty tart you really are”
Bill groped her ass, Fay’s blush returning as she caught the disapproving stares of the people walking past.
“Thank you sir, your slut is glad you approve”
Fay was hoping no one could hear her talking like this, her battered sensibilities couldn’t take much more abuse.
“OK slut lets go shopping I hope you have your credit card handy you’ll need it for what I have in mind”
With that they set of into Kingston, they looked like an unlikely couple. Bill was very smartly turned out in an expensive looking black tailored suit. Fay on the other hand looked like a tart that had been picked up by a business man for the afternoon. She was only to aware of the looks she was receiving. Disapproval from the older couples walking about, smirking looks of pity from the thirtysomethings and blatant leering and whistling from the builders and adolescent boys.
By the time they reached the Bentalls centre a small crowd of teenage boys were following at a discreet distance, not to far enough away however for Fay not to catch the filthy degrading comments. They stopped at the entrance.
“Before we go in be a good slut and give your fans a look at what there missing”
Fay looked at her Master imploringly, her eyes desperately searching for a shred of pity, there was none, part of her had known there wouldn’t be. Fay bent from the waist, her skirt rising to reveal her cunt, framed by her firm shapely thighs, exposed for all to see.
Fay craned her head round for an indication of how long she must stay in this position, the blood rushing to her head making her cheeks flush. The overwhelming feeling of shame was twisting her stomach inside out, compounded by the throbbing heat between her thighs that seemed to be increasing in light of her further humiliation.
“You may get up now slut”
Fay gladly straightened up, she was acutely aware of the whistling and shouting from the small crowd that had followed them from the car park. She was blushing furiously, eyes downcast secretly pleased that she was being lusted after by so many men at once.
Bill gripped her arm and hauled her inside the shopping centre, making her trip slightly as she tried to keep up with him.
“You enjoy being the centre of attention don’t you you naughty slut”
“Yes Sir”
“Good your due a lot of attention today slut, but first lets shop, clothes first, I want my slut to look her best when she’s out and about with me”
“Yes Sir”
They walked to the quicksilver shop on the first floor, Fay knew the sort of clothing sold in the shop, she even had one of there bikini’s for her holidays. It was all skimpy skirts and low cut blouses, more suited to young girls with suntans and bleached hair than respectable ladies of leisure.
Her master was already searching the racks, pulling items out at random, holding them up against her, as though she was just a clotheshorse. A young woman came over to help them.
“Hi, may I help you guys? Maybe you would like to try some clothes on, we have changing rooms out back”
She was about 19, her name badge said “Hi I am Sarah”, she was very pretty, blonde hair, blue eyes and a stunning figure. Fay had never really looked at another woman before, but so much had changed over the last few days that she found herself imagining the young woman licking her thighs, she shook her head, hoping to dislodge the image, god how far was she going to sink? . She seemed to be viewing everyone as a possible source of relief from her pent up sexual needs.
Fay’s master had a couple of outfits for her to try on, as the unlikely threesome made there way to the changing rooms at the back of the shop. Through a door and into the darkened room beyond, as the door shut Fay felt immediately cut of from the relative safety of the shopfront. Her heart beat a bit faster, what had her Master got in mind for her and the lovely assistant?
“OK slut you may strip of out here, there’s no one to see you and your virtually naked as it is”
Fay gasped at his talk, she could see the assistant looking questioningly at her Master, he turned to her.
“Don’t worry about the slut, Sarah she does what’s she’s told”
Sarah was fascinated she looked at Fay, who averted her eyes, to shamed to do anything else.
“What stuff will she do”