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another night out for dawn

31st January 2015 Another night out for Dawn I was summoned by my master by message at work, on Thursday last, the message said what I was to wear to show subservience and when I was to be at my master`s door, it was the last line that ran a chill in my bones, the whole message said; my house 8.30pm Saturday, wear coat and highest heels, collar and nothing more. Come by bus and present me with the tickets. That tingle started again on the Friday, I was worried about the bus trip, the exposure, even the cold. But if master said walk all the way I would have done just as he said. On the Saturday evening Andy locked on my collar before I left home, in turn I fitted his cage, nervous toileting, and empty bowels as he may want to use my backside. dab of sent, check make-up and hair, put on my biggest coat, it`s now or never. We kiss; I take a deep breath then step out into the cold frosty January night. A 3 or 4 minutes walk got me to the stop, only one elderly lady there, don’t know her; we silently nod a greeting, companions in the cold. We stood quietly huddled against the cold the big coat wrapped well round but the cold draft found my damp pussy and made it tingle with cold, my legs felt like sticks of ice and my cold nipples stood like twin towers. I envy the old woman, no doubt in thermals a, vest cardigan and about 4 warm layers the mind wanders. The bus came, all bright lights, and warmish, relieved we board, with no underclothes I feel exposed anyway, but with no outer ...

... clothes the feeling is horrific, mercifully few souls travel around the town at 8.on a January evening and I was saved many looks on this part of the journey. 10 minutes, saw us into the brightly lit town centre bus station, off again blast of cold on the pussy as I step down, walk 3 stops in the terminus, stand and wait. A queue forms, 5 perhaps 6 mostly middle age soul`s just one younger man who eyes me with a sexual leer, I shiver, it`s not all the cold. The bus arrives; I pay the driver glad to be out of the cold and clutch the ticket knowing it was important for my master; I slump into seat alone near the back. The older folks sit near the front, huddled together for companionship, yakking on about this and that, but leering man seeing me comes back, sits one seat in front on the opposite side and lazing across two seats, his back to the window his feet dangling in the aisle, and beginning to eyeing me lustfully, undressing me with his x ray stare. I feel his eyes roving the coat looking for chinks in my armour; I move slightly pulling the coat closer round me looking at the dark countryside, his reflection in the window. I feel as if he can see my naked body, piercing eyes rove up and down my cold naked legs. He has spied the collar, my nipples again start enlarging, I imagine he can see them and colour up a little. I pray we`re not for the same stop. After a few minutes, we do stop and some of the older ones drop off, the temperature drops a bit as they dither through ...