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A girlfriend meets my Master for lunch :
"Please,
let her go!" I say. "She is late to go back to work!"
As soon as
I start pleading my Master to
let her go, my friend interfere, saying to me:
"Let me alone! I
can take care of myself!"
I turn around
immediately to face the cement wall, feeling sad and
rejected for my interference in my friend's life, on such a bad chosen
moment, as it appears to me by now.
We are in a
parking lot, under the La Baie store of Place Laurier, the
largest shopping center in Québec City.
My friend, H,
who is a genetic girl, is seated on the back seat of my
Master's car and he is taking off the vicious clamps
attached to her rather large nipples.
I told you
about H and C in my stories titled:
and
I cannot stand looking at them
because, had I to wear those clamps, I believe I would die.
But H wears a smile so large, she seems in a completly
different world. Had I seen that smile before, I would have
kept quiet on the driver's seat. If I do not earn a
punishment from my Master, before the end of the day, I will be
lucky!
I must say that my girlfriend just met
us, about an hour and a half ago. Since we have
known each other, H has always protected me, when I was in a
similar situation. And, you can believe me, she did put me in difficult
situations quite a few times before. I believe I could call it her
specialty.
The three of us met, this
morning, at Cosmos Café, a restaurant, located on Laurier
boulevard, the longest and busiest boulevard of Québec City,
about three kilometers, east of the bridges which cross the
St-Laurent river.
Five minutes after we had ordered
something to eat, C, my Master, asked my friend to go to the
ladies room to get rid of her bra and panties. He ordered me
to accompany her in order to take off my own little
panties and to check if everything is ok with her.
In the restrooms, H and I have
selected the stalls located at opposite ends. It does not
stop her from talking to me. I would like to die. I cannot
see if there is any other ladies in and I must
speak so loud that I cannot tone down my voice which is not
of the feminine type.
When we finally get out of
our respectives stalls, we continue our conversation
with a softer voice, this time. H tells me that C is going a
little bit fast on business to her own taste but she
nevertheless confirms that she can manage. As a proof,
she tells me that she kept her panties on.
Back to our table, as I take off
my panties from my handbag to show my Master that I do not
wear them any longer, I feel shy and cannot look directly
at H. But, I have the feeling C is already checking that her
bra and panties
are not in the way any longer too.
I would bet C made me display my panties
just to humiliate me because his unoccupied
hand is already wandering under my skirt. He knows how to
make me melt, this man! Even if my whole body shivers, there is no way
for me to show any reaction since a man, at the nearby bar,
does not miss a beat of what is going on between the three
of us.
Either H is not aware of the
man watching us or she does not bother because, looking at
the big smile she bears on her face, there is no point to
argue she is enjoying herself.
Since she has to go
back to work pretty soon, we finish our meal in no time and C orders me
to drive his car, while they both take place on the back
seat. Even if the shopping center, where my friend works, is
not very far away, they seem to have started to know each
other pretty fast since a lot of action seem to take place
behind me.
After I park the car, two or
three times, my friend tells my Master that she must leave
to go back to work but he does not bother with her pleadings. I
keep quiet for a period of time till I
cannot stand it any longer and gather the courage to ask C, firmly, to let her go.
This
is when H tells me, one way or another, to mind my own
business.
After a lot of arguing, between
her and C, about having her bra back, she finally leaves. I feel relieved
but not for long. My Master look at me, take me in his
arms and, with no words exchanged, he opens my raincoat to
lift my skirt up to my waist. It is around 13:30 and a lot
of traffic is going on in the parking lot where we are.
As it is located at street level, I feel
the breeze rather heavily but I must admit it is a good
feeling. Had I the choice, I would rather have my panties
on, at least to protect myself from the passerbys.
Fortunately, C is close enough, in front of me, and I do not think
they can suspect my state of nudity, even if
my raincoat is wide open.
But, that kind of protection
does not last for long. C positions me almost in the middle
of the place and orders me to keep my raincoat open even wider, as he starts to shoot
pictures. I feel a rush of adrenaline running throughout my
body.
I know I cannot resist my Master
and I
must have become quite an exhibitionist also since, as he
seems to be proud of me, I start to enjoy
myself. I feel like in another world and I probably resist
him in a rather unconvincing way, even when he asks me to
take to most bizarre
positions. But, it is not easy for me to
forget that, neither my skirt, nor my raincoat hide any part of my legs and
"clitty".
The photo session probably lasts no more
than fifteen minutes but, for me, it looks like a whole hour. Still holding
the little camera in his hands, C leads me inside the
shopping center and, in one of the halls (see the picture
at the top of the page) I must exhibit myself again, beside a
telephone booth.
C asks me where is located H's
store and, as we walk towards it, we make a stop in a shoe
store, where he makes me try on a pair of boots. Do I have
to tell you that I had to open my raincoat
wide again, while I was taking place on a bench?
Fortunately, the clerk does not help me to try
on
the boots, as C expected, I am sure. But he does not have a lot of time to
shoot a picture or two because, pretty soon, I manage to
show him they do not fit and I ask his help to attach the ankle strap of my shoe
to occupy him (and to hide my nudity). Do
I feel relieved when we finally leave the store? You would
not believe!
In H's store, she is busy with a
customer but, before she can meet us, my Master orders me to
show her that I am naked under my coat. When she is beside
us, I try to move in such a way as to face a wall, with H in
between and I tell her: "I am sorry to do that to you but I
do as I was ordered" and I open my coat, wishing she would
understand that, in some sort, I have no other choice.
When we leave the shopping
center, would you believe I feel relieved again? But, again, it
does not last for long. C orders me to take
the driver's seat, as we head for my place.
During the whole
forty-five minutes, while I drive the car, he caresses my
legs and my clitty without interruption, even when I have
to slow down, being afraid to lose control.
Upon our arrival at my place, I
am only allowed to get in, in order to don a pair of
wedge highheeled mules, instead of my stillettos.
I must, also, get rid of my raincoat and my blouse, before
we go out, on the damp earth of the backyard, where C
handcuffs me
up to a tree.
Many pictures later, still
with my writs handcuffed in front of me, C brings me inside the
backyard shed, were he ties my arms over my head and my legs together.
My clitty is attached to the snowblower. What a sight but
not a very comfortable position, believe me! And, he leaves
me there. For how long? Only he knows! Fortunately, he
closes the door of the shed so the neighbour does not have a
chance to look at the indecent position in which I am in.
When he comes back, my wrists
ache, my clitty ache but I still stand on tip-toe. Do I
really have a choice to rest on my heels? Just a little more
pressure applied on one of them and my clitty would tear
apart from my body, I am sure.
Fortunately, pretty soon, I am
untied and we enter the house where
my Master gives me some time to rest. Sometimes after, he
starts to give me my reward and makes love to me for the
rest of the afternoon. He even establishes an all time
record, for the period of time we have been going out together.
And I do not believe he will re-establish it pretty soon.
On our way back to Québec City,
I drive again. During the whole trip, did I enjoyed
myself, as C caresses my little clitty! Doing so, he takes what is left of my strength,
as I try to
avoid making a mess in his car. But, would you believe I almost had three
consecutives orgasms, on the way?
In Quebec City, we kiss goodbye
and I head for my favorite smoked meat restaurant. While I
am paying my bill, the waitress, who seems fascinated by my
high heels, compliments me on my shoes
. Just another reason
to feel happy after such a nice busy day spent with my Master and
my friend H, by this end of the month of April 2003.
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Epilogue:
A few days later, as we are
chatting on MSN, my friend H is really mad at me. She makes
it very clear we should not have met her in the store, where
she works. She is so dissappointed for I have flashed my
clitty at her there, so close to customers
and
co-workers.
I know I should not have done
that and I make my sincere apologies
to her. But there is nothing else I can do to
calm her down. Hopefully, our future relationship
will not suffer from such a bad behaviour from my part. Lets
us hope she enjoyed herself enough with us to forgive me.
Note: In relation with some
parts of my ordeal, pictures are posted on the bottom part
of the "Avril 2003"
section of my
"Fetish Parties"
photo
page.
