Fay was in a mess, it had been two days since the incident at the tennis club and she couldn’t think about anything else, she wanted to wake up and realise it had all been a dream but she knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Fay seemed to have only two emotions at the moment she was either racked with guilt or so horny she thought she might burst. It was exhausting her, wearing her down, she needed to talk to someone, get it all out of her system but she had no one to turn to. Richard had left for a business trip the night of the incident, he had been in such a rush he didn’t notice any change in his adoring wife.
Since then Fay had been on her own, she hadn’t dared go to the tennis club, she was scared she might bump into her Master. She knew only to well she wouldn’t be able to resist his instructions if they met face to face. She had thought of little else these last two days, his face haunted her dreams, he was always dominating her, using her, fucking her.
She had woken up in a sweat a couple of times, the image of herself on her knees sucking a cock or being fucked from behind was always at the front of her mind. She hadn’t dared to make herself come, she knew his rules, she needed permission. Although she couldn’t understand why she was agreeing to his terms, he wasn’t there, she only knew she had to obey her Master’s wishes.
That was Fay’s main dilemma, she wanted out of her predicament, but part of her was desperate for it to continue. What worried her was that the part that wanted to continue was winning the battle at the moment.
Fay had kept her Master’s card in her purse at all times, she could almost hear it calling her, ring the number, ring the number. So far she had resisted, but Fay had a feeling today would be the day she bowed to the need within her and called her Master.
At midday it became to much for Fay, she was pacing in the hall way, heart thumping, phone in hand, the card in her purse, she had already memorised the number. She dialled, her hands shaking, she could barely press the right numbers. It was ringing, Fay panicked, what was she going to say, god I’m sweating, she thought. The line connected.
“Yeah”
“S.. S.. Sir its me”
“Who’s me?”
“Your slut sir.”
Fay could just make out the sound of quiet chuckling.
“That didn’t take long slut, missing me already are you”
Fay was already excited, just the sound of his voice was enough to set her clit throbbing. The realisation that she was missing her Master hit her hard, she slumped down on the stairs what was happening to her.
“Yes Sir your slut has been missing her Master”
“Good Slut, now what do you want?”
“I need to see you Sir”
“OK beg me first though”
“Please Sir I need to see you, I want fucking, I need to be used, I don’t care how, I just need it”
To her shame the words tumbled from her mouth, she blushed at her readiness to utter obscenities.
“Here are your instructions slut, obey them to the letter or you know what happens. I want you to dress like a cheap tart for me, tiny skirt, tight top, no underwear you know the deal, don’t forget the high heels either. Ring me back when you are finished and don’t keep me waiting slut”
With that the line went dead, Fay scampered upstairs, she had no idea what her Master had planned for her but she could feel her excitement mounting, she felt deliciously alive again as though the cloud had lifted, she knew she would get what she so desperately needed. Fay accepted that she would have to work for the fucking she was sure to receive but didn’t care.
She frantically started searching her wardrobe, she normally wore subtly tailored dresses and suits and very much doubted she had anything tarty. Inspiration struck, she saw the bin bag in the corner of the room. Fay knew it contained a load of her old clothes from her school days, she had meant to take them to the tennis club for their charity drive and had clean forgotten. She tore the bag open clothes spilling out all over the floor.
Fay pulled out a skirt, it was so short she knew it would barely cover her ass let alone anything else, she set it aside looking for a top to match it. She picked a skin-tight white boob tube with a flower on the front, ideal, very tarty, nearly see through. She hoped her Master would love it, it would certainly show of her assets to full effect.
Fay stripped and flung her old clothes on quickly, just stopping to check herself in the mirror as she pulled on her high heels. The image that presented itself could not of been farther removed from the smartly attired well off women she normally looked like. Fay thrilled at her transformation, she looked like a cheap tart, nipples clearly visible, skirt just touching the top of her thigh, teetering on her heels. She knew she looked hot and was all too aware what anyone seeing her would think. She didn’t care, all she could think about was pleasing her Master.
She went downstairs careful not to trip on the stairs, the skirt swirling around her. God what did I do with the phone? There on the hallway table. She re-dialled.
“That was quick Slut, I hope you complied fully you will be punished if you didn’t”
“Yes Sir, I complied fully, I am a good slut”
“OK get in the car and get on the A3, take the turning for Surbiton and when you get there head into Kingston. Park in the drapers car park on any floor you like, then wait for me at the ground floor entrance, then we go shopping, Understand slut?”
Fay was paralysed, she hadn’t imagined her Master would make her go out in public like this. Yesterday’s brief public walk to the toilets and back had been bad enough but she had known it would only be short lived. To have to go shopping dressed like this was too much to bear, she could feel her tears rising, the words sticking in her throat.
“Don’t make me wait slut”
“Sir your slut will be waiting for you”