Domina picked me up twelve hours later as she promised at precisely 5 am. When I entered the adult book store, I walked proudly even though I was as naked as the day I was born. By the time I buckled myself into her car twelve hours later, my knees were sore and red. My jaws were just about frozen in the open position. It hurt to close my mouth. I instantly laid the passenger side seat all the way back and went to sleep. Vicki reached over with her right hand and patted my left thigh. “Get some rest, whore. You earned it. I’ll wake you in a few hours.
I nodded briefly before chuckling. “That was fun! Thank you, Domina!”
When I woke up, I was back in the booth at Ecoli’s. Domina was sitting across from me with some paperwork in front of her – she was thumbing through it. I felt a cold draft and realized I was still naked. The diner was pretty packed – all with adults – but no one seemed to care that I was nude.
Domina looked up at me without raising her head to do it. “Welcome back, whore. You made me proud last night. I have to admit that I expected you to not go in at all. I thought you’d just keep walking into the woods. Do you have any idea how many loads you swallowed last night?”
I shook my head no as a waitress brought over a cup of coffee, scrambed eggs topped with cheese and a side of bacon. She, like the rest of the people in the diner, didn’t care that I was nude.
“Fifty-one, whore. Fifty, mother fucking one! That’s better than one cock every fifteen minutes for twelve hours.” She began as she slid some paperwork in front of me and handed me a pen.
“What’s this, Domina?”
She smiled. “Usually, I don’t allow questions, especially from you, whore, but in this case, I’ll make an exception. Those papers that you are going to sign give me power of attorney over you. It’s as close to slavery as we can get in this country. I control your money, and everything else about your life.”
She tapped her coffee cup with her pen. “I. Will. Control. Everything! I even have the power to gather blackmail material and expose you should I so choose – though I won’t do it unless you beg me… and you will beg me. They all do. Know that I’ll never tell you to do anything illegal.” She paused to look me in the eyes. “You sign, you’re my slave, Stacy. Now and forever.’
I exhaled a breath. “What do you promise in return?” I asked honestly.
“Sex, and lots of it! Last night was just a taste, whore. You are about to experience sexual pleasure on a level you’ve never dared to dream. You’re going to be fucked by men and women. College-age to senior citizen. Black and white. You’ll fuck strangers and friends. Sometimes, you’ll have a lot of notice, sometimes, you won’t. I’ll fly you around the world to fuck people. You’ll suck cock and eat pussy. Once in a while, you’ll be bred – and no one uses a condom,” she explained with a wink.
“And what of my job and marriage?” I asked starting to eat.
“Cover stories are your problem, whore. I don’t give a shit. I want revenge for what you did to me – and I will have it, but I’m going to take my time. You wanted this journey, and I will take you on it. That’s what I promise. To remind you of that, you now have a stainless steel collar around your neck. It’s sealed so it stays on.”
She reached across the table and took my hand in hers, then looked lovingly into my eyes. “Sign those papers and you have no rights. Be certain. It can all end with last night, whore. We can stop here, or you can cross the Rubicon.”
I took a few minutes to read through the paperwork and signed. “You’ve done this a lot?”
She nodded. “Yes. Your desires are more common than you think.” She said as I handed her the papers. In return, she slid me a pink vibrator, but it was shaped oddly… bulbous at one end with a long tail. “Now, put this in your pussy. Leave the tail sticking out.”
“So what happens now?” I asked as I slid it into my body.
She pulled out her smart device and hit a button. When she did, the thing in me started to vibrate. “What happens now is that I put you into a perpetual state of lust, whore. This device will tell me where you are at all times AND will pleasure you into lustful acts. I have the power to turn it off and on at will. I’ll do so at odd times and moments.”
“Why would women beg you to expose them?” I asked starting to squirm. The device made eating a little difficult.
“Because most women are prisoners of society and what they consider normal. If I expose you – out you as a total slut – society divorces itself from you. You’ll be an outcast. A pariah. Once that happens, you’ll be free. What happened to you last night becomes all day, every day. You’ll exist only in the shadows but will know power and freedom like few have, whore.”
“But it only happens if I beg you?” I asked starting to ease into the vibrator.
“Yes, whore. I’m going to change your name – from now on, you’re ‘Freya’.”
I nodded as I found myself sliding my right hand down my body to my clit. “Yes, Domina.”
She smiled as she took the papers. “You are about to experience more sexual pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed – more than most women have in their lifetimes.”
I rubbed my clit harder. Faster. I looked Domina in the eyes. “How long do women usually last before begging for exposure?”
She looked down at the table, then at me. “Not long. Perhaps a few months. No one has made it past that. Once women get a taste of it, all they want is more. Now, slide under this table and eat my pussy for me, Freya.”
By the time I got between her legs, she had them spread wide for me and she was wet.
I started by kissing her clit slowly – having one myself I know what I like and assume it’s what she likes – and slid two fingers into her with my one free hand. My other hand still working my own clit while this wonderful toy was buzzing inside of me. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there, lapping it with my tongue and managed to push far enough back with my fingers to reach her G-spot. Chalk it up to a benefit of being 5’10″… I have long fingers. For those unfamiliar with it’s location, push your fingers in and feel around on the ‘roof’ of her vagina for a small bump. That’s the G-spot.
I knew I hit it as she moaned loudly and slid down in the booth, spreading her legs wider. “Yes, whore. Right there. Damn, that feels great,” she said as she dug her nails into the booth.
Seconds later, she moved those hands to the top of my head and pulled me in closer so I followed her lead – I tend to do that when I have a vibrator in my pussy. She didn’t waste time, shoving my head into her cunt as hard as she could. I took a breath and held it as I buried my tongue into her and nibbled her clit. She instinctively closed her thighs around my head and then started banging on the table.
“FUCK! DAMMIT! Suck it, bitch! Suck my fucking pussy! You fucking WHORE!” She screamed as she grabbed ahold of the table, with her thighs locking on either side of my head. “I’m cumming… don’t you stop… don’t you dare stop, you fucking bitch!”
I moved both my hands up her body to pinch her nipples and give them a twist. This time, she stopped breathing. Stopped moaning. She just flexed every muscle in her body at once and bore down hard. I felt her body convulse hard, squeezing my head between her thighs. A few seconds in, and she quivered sharply and quickly – still holding her breath. She twisted her entire body to the left, then to the right. Moments later, she started to relax a little, and eventually, she started to kick me off of her. “OK, whore. I’m done. Slide back up here to your seat.”
One look at her and I could tell it was for real, She was still shaking and her hair was a mess. For my part, I was rubbing my pussy because this vibrator felt really fucking good!
She leaned across the table, sensing I was close, and said, “If you want to cum, you have to crawl up on this table and spread your legs for all to see whore.”
I hesitated so she lightly slapped me. “Come on, whore. It’s part of letting go. What are you waiting for? What’s stopping you? Pride? That’s your old life, Freya. Everyone here knows you’re a piece of fuckmeat. No one respects you – just let go.”
“But I might know someone,” I whispered as I was bordering on the edge of cumming hard.
She smiled and whispered, “There are people here that know you – I promise. Now do it, let go of the old you, Freya. Become the whore you’ve always wanted to be.”
I was so close… a hair’s breadth. “Swear it. Swear you’ll burn my life to the ground! All of it! ALL of it!”
She nodded slowly, “My, my, my… you are an eager one, Freya.” She took my face in her hands gently. “You stole the only man I ever loved and now he means nothing to you. I swear to you that I will expose you… but first, I’m going to build a lot of material, and you’ll love it. Only when you can’t go down any further and only when I know I’ll leave your life in ashes will I burn it all down. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner it happens.”
Before she could even inhale another breath, I climbed on the dining table with my legs wide open, furiously moving my clit back and forth, and moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy fast and deep. “FUCK! DAMMIT! I’m a fucking whore! A WHORE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and came hard. Harder than I ever had. Like my Domina, my body convulsed and shook violently as I did so. She reached out and twisted my nipples as I did hers.
When I was done, I was greeted by the patrons with a round of applause. I laid back on the table flat, breathing heavily and fast. I felt so empowered. Free. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Domina poured herself another coffee. “That was one, Freya. You have two more orgasms to go. I don’t care who you fuck, how many you fuck, or how long it takes but you’re not leaving this place until you’ve cum two more times. When you’re done, you may drive home but you have to go naked.”
I looked at her kind smile, taking her hand in mine. “Yes, Domina. Thank you.”
“Oh don’t thank me, Freya – we’re only just getting started,” she explained as she sipped her coffee and leaning back in her booth.
I fell off the table and onto the floor, still breathing heavily and quivering.
This was going to be FUN!