As She Took Off Everything
She Took It Out Of The
She Stood And Admired
She Came To The Counter
She Took Each Display
She Smiled At The Way
She Snuck Another Look
Glad To See She Could
As Her Hand Caressed
Her Eyes Closed As She
She Pulled Her Hand
As She Caressed Her
Now With Both Breasts
Her Pussy Was Now Soaking
She Pulled Out Her Hand
She Finally Reached
Oblivious To Everything
She Smiled And Thought
But There Was Something
She Went Back To The
She Took It Out Of Its
She Poured A Copious
Feeling The Dildo Was
Bracing Herself Against
She Enjoyed Just Teasing
She Gritted Her Teeth
She Just Played With
She Got It To The Point
She Felt The Counter
| The more daring of them darted their hands up my skirt and grabbed what they could. I could hear them laughing and cavorting with each other as we passed. I came to feel like a complete object, like just another one of things for sale there, to be handled and squeezed and played with as the customers saw fit. I longed to cover myself, but my hands were bound.
Suki led me to an big open-aired market, where there were throngs of people and a myriad of booths selling everything from vegetables to socks to computer manuals to translations of the Koran to jewelry to butchered pigs. The corset made it hard for me to take in much air, too, so I was already dizzy and ready to swoon. My nipples were so hard, I thought they would pierce the silk. They were plain to see for anyone passing by. And they would see how wet I would be, how hopelessly shameless I was. It couldn't be worse if I was totally naked, scampering through the streets. And it was obvious to everyone that I was involved in some kind of crazy sex game with another woman, seeing as Suki was leading me along by leash. "You'll do good." I didn't fully know what she meant, until she finally led me outside, out into her neighborhood in the city. Never before had I felt so ashamed, appearing in public as I was dressed, where any slight breeze would blow up my skirt and show my cunt to everyone who bothered to notice. "You a real slut," she said. She grabbed my leash and pulled me up to my feet. "Stand up," she said. "We see what a slut you are." She told me to put my arms behind my back, and then she bound my wrists together with what felt like an elastic silk.
I reached back underneath the skirt and played with myself, all the time watching myself in the mirror, dreaming Suki was behind me, taking me doggy-style with her strap-on cock. I was on the brink of making myself come, when Suki reappeared. The truth is, even though the position Suki had put me in was completely humiliating, leashed and chained as I was, it had awakened an arrogance in me nonetheless, a confidence that I should strutting myself around like I was purely sexual, like I was an animal was irresistible mating call would make all the other animals chase me and beautiful cunt. "You so sexy," Suki said. So there I was, on my hands and knees, eating Suki's pussy. My own pussy was soaked, and I yearned for it to be filled with something hard. I thought of Suki's black strap-on, and hoped she would deign to fuck me with it again, as she had before. Now that I was more fully dressed, I looked even more lascivious. Everything about me seemed to scream a sexual availability: the way my breasts were thrust out and compartmentalized in their silk pouches, the way the short skirt dd barely over my bare ass, which I couldn't help but stick out lewdly, like a monkey in heat, and the slashes of white, creamy thigh that showed beneath the tiny skirt and above the stockings I wore, little flashes of flesh, and my legs, perfectly sleek and long in the black nylon encasement. Of course, I wasn't wearing any underwear. And then she had me put on a white, translucent silk shirt that fit like nothing I had ever worn. It was designed to be as tight as the corset around my waist, but featured a soft, loose upper half, that cupped my breasts in gentle bags of silk, In the mirror I could see how you could see my hard nipples and the brown of my aueroles right through the material in the light. I thought that was all, but there was more to the outfit Suki had made me. First she had me pull on black stockings that reached the middle of my thighs and then a skirt that didn't even reach the tops of those stockings. Plus I was so wet, too, I felt wide open to the world. I never felt like such a sexual object before. It made me swoon a bit, or perhaps that was just my shortness of breath, since it was so hard for to take in breaths with the corset as tight as it was. My hips, too, suddenly seemed so wide, so curvaceous, so shapely. The corset made my breasts thrust out so far, too, in front of my arms, in a frankly sexual pose that I never saw myself in.
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