Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1 - Sex Stories

Dawn`s ultimate fantasy 1

... then at her bidding with infinite care wrote across her firm belly the word ‘slut’ in letters 3” high using her darkest red lipstick. She stood and opened a drawer in the Locker beside her bed, his lockable chastity device and her collar lay awaiting them both, symbols of their marriage bond. Her hand trembled, just a little as she fitted his tackle into the cage and locked it away symbolically, he would only be able to use it to piss with, till she returned, the key being on her collar. She knelt at his feet s he placed his symbol, a thick black studded leather dog collar round her pretty neck snapping the tiny padlock closed, he alone having the key to this symbol of their love clipped to his cage. They kissed, a ritual maybe but it was their way, he led her to the kitchen, her high heels clip clopping as she walked through the house and he handed her the fur, a replacement for the long gabardine mackintosh she had used before, and a birthday present from her master, who had said she must be cold travelling, though really she knew had meant ‘this will be even more humiliating! ‘ The coat hung heavy on her shoulders and she buttoned it up as far as she possibly could, it reached nearly to her knees, though she knew her naked smooth pussy would suffer from the cold and would be exposed as she sat down. The collar also showed above the bust line neck of the fur, she looked a slut and now felt it as well. No purse tonight, but a few pounds in her pocket for the bus fare, and ...

... a hanky, her only loose items. The hall mirror showed that collar stood out on her bare neck like a sore thumb, she felt a complete whore, she was ready, again he kissed her as the clock was striking eight and she stepped from the front door. The cold damp night chilling her legs, and reaching under the coat in an instant, adding to her sexual awareness as she closed the gate. Clip clop went the heels echoing on the empty pavement, they carried her to the bus stop, where she stood waiting patiently, ever conscious of the invading cold. No one else came and the after just a couple of minutes, the bus arrived on time for a change, the driver eyeing her collar as she paid him and following her legs to her seat in the mirror before setting off, no doubt wishing he was able to share her body. The brightly lit warm little bus soon had the few passengers to the terminus, again the drivers eyes followed her every move, wishing, hopeful, like her scribe all those miles away, his mind roving her fur clad curves. She was soon on the country bus, bound for the village of her Master, the same gaggle of souls sat as they had on her last trip, chattering about the place they worked no doubt together, she sat as she had before, this driver too watching her in his mirror, she carefully sat down, mindful of the coats lack of length. The engine started and the driver was about to move away when the leering youth appeared, late, running, breathless, he flashed his travel card and as before sat ...