I looked at the clothes.
My black balconette bra, my sheer red blouse, my short black leather skirt. A new pair of black stockings with red seams and red lace tops, a black 6-strap suspender belt and my red 5″ high-heeled open-toe shoes.
I had painted the nails on both fingers and toes a bright red, which matched my shoes, blouse, and the lipstick I had with me.
I started applying my makeup and gave my eyes a sultry look.
I then began to dress.
The suspender belt first, then slipping the stockings on up my legs, checking in the mirror to ensure the seams were straight. Then the bra.
Again, looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so sexy, but I could also see just how much I’d changed, as now this sexy, sultry, slutty woman was looking back at me.
I couldn’t imagine ever going back to just being the loving wife I’d previously been.
I slipped on the blouse, which did nothing to hide my breasts underneath; in fact, the black bra drew attention to them. Then, finally, the black leather skirt and my high-heeled shoes.
I then applied my red lipstick, and the reflection in the mirror showed just what the slut I’d become.
As Sir came out of the bathroom, he stopped and just stared at me.
“Oh fuck, you look amazing, my little slut,” was all he said.
However, his words just somehow made me feel so proud.
“Will you do something for me, slut?”
“Yes, Sir, anything, Sir,” I said eagerly.
“Well, go get me a cold cup of water from the machine at the end of the Corridor,” he ordered me now.
Oh God, I will be walking in the hotel corridor for anyone about to see, knowing this is my place of work.
But then I doubt my colleagues would recognise me because of the changes in my appearance and dress. I also now knew that Sir intended take me out somewhere, in public, dressed as I am.
As I walked to the door and opened it, the only sound I heard was Sir saying, “Good girl.”
As I walked nervously along the corridor, I was looking all ways in case someone was watching, but no one seemed to be, thankfully, I thought.
I therefore relaxed and walked with a bit of a strut, now making my ass wiggle.
As I reached the water machine and bent down to take a cup, I heard what seemed like every door in the corridor was now opening.
I didn’t dare look around, but it felt like many eyes were boring in on my ass, which, as my short leather skirt had now ridden up as I’d bent over, was likely showing my bare ass to them all.
However, knowing this just made my nipples harder and my pussy wetter.
I started thinking to myself, Oh god, what have I become, an exhibitionist?
All I was sure of at that moment was that I was a slut for Sir and was sure he would be proud of me displaying myself off like this.
I poured the water and stood up, turning on my heels, seeing half a dozen men standing in their doorways looking straight at me.
I knew my breasts would be on view through my sheer blouse, but I just put on my best smile and strutted along the corridor with the sexiest wiggle of my ass I could muster as I walked back to Sir’s room.
A few of the men made sexual comments towards me, which at one time I’d have scowled at them, but now…my nipples just got even harder, like two little bullets sticking out visibly through my blouse.
As I got back to the room, Sir looked at me, noticing my obvious arousal straight away and smiled as “How did it feel, my little slut, being the centre of attention of all those men?”
I couldn’t lie as he’d have known straight away, “I loved it, Sir, I felt so proud knowing I was showing myself off for you, Sir. And when one asked me how much I charge, I got a tingle through my body, as he was thinking of me as a whore or prostitute working in the hotel” I giggled after that.
“Mmmmmm, so you love the thought of me pimping you out, my little slut?” he asked.
Again, I couldn’t lie to Sir, as the thought did turn me on, especially after displaying myself like a whore to other hotel guests.
“Yes, Sir, it does turn me on.”
He told me to close my eyes, that he had a present for me.
I closed them tight, wondering what he had for me. I could hear some rustling, and then he told me I could open them.
There was something on the bed, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was curved with a thicker head at one end. The other end was flatter, round. As I picked it up, I jumped as it started vibrating at both ends.
Sir told me to lie on the bed and pull my leather skirt up, which I did.
He then took the object, applied some lube to the thicker end and pushed it into my cunt until the curved end was neatly and tightly pressed inside my pussy, and the flatter end was now pressed tight against my clit.
He stood up, and suddenly I felt both the end inside my cunt and the part pressed against my clit, vibrate together. It was just a short, sharp vibration, but oh god.
Sir then handed me a new sheer pair of red panties, “Put these on, that should ensure it stays in place, my little slut.”
I slid them up my legs, pulling them on. They were a snug fit, pressed tight against my cunt lips, so holding the vibrator in place.
“Let’s go eat, my little slut,” and we headed out the door now.
I wasn’t allowed put a coat on to cover up what I was wearing.
As we headed along the corridor to the lift, a sudden vibration shook through both my cunt and clit. Mmmmmmmmm, my new panties were already beginning to get wet as juices began dribbling from me.
I expected we would sneak out the back entrance, but Sir had other ideas and took me out the main entrance past reception. Carol was on duty, and I hoped she wouldn’t recognise me, dressed like the slut I now was.
However, Sir wasn’t going to make it easy for me, bidding Carol good night so that she would have to look up at us and respond.
She looked straight at me, but either she didn’t recognise me or maybe thought I could never be dressed like the whore I must have looked like right now.
It was like Sir could read my thoughts as he whispered to me as we left the hotel.
“Imagine if your work colleagues knew just how much of a little married slut and whore you are, Evelyn.”
At the same time, I felt the vibrations in my cunt and clit begin again, although this time not just a short zap but a constant, slow buzzing on them both, which I must admit felt so wonderful.
“Who knows, maybe the two men who used you earlier work here,” Sir said, making me look at him, my eyes wide, wondering if he was teasing me or not.
The vibrations stopped when we got to the car before we headed off into town to eat somewhere.
We pulled into the car park of a fairly posh-looking restaurant, and as I looked out of the window towards this plush-looking building, all I could think of was going in there, and I was dressed like a whore.
As Sir came round and opened my door, he spoke to me.
“Now let’s find out just how much of a slut my little hot wife really is. You will do as told, no matter what happens tonight, do you understand, Evelyn?”
I just nodded meekly, knowing I was giving over complete control of myself to Sir tonight.
However, I had complete trust in him, and I was so turned on now, I needed to find out for myself also, just how much of a slut was within me, just aching to be set free.
As we walked across the car park, my heels made such a clicking noise that everyone’s gaze was drawn to me and my now aroused, hard nipples sticking through my sheer blouse, visible to all.
Sir opened the door for me, and we walked into the reception. We were greeted by a member of staff who seemed to know Sir well, calling him by his name, shaking his hand, then looking at me as he told Sir his table was ready.
Just then, I jumped slightly as I felt the vibrations between my legs. A slow, constant vibration which continued as we were led to the table by the waiter.
Mmmm, all the vibrations had felt wonderful, causing a slow buildup of wetness within my cunt, which I was loving.
As we were shown to our table, it felt like every set of eyes in the restaurant, both Male and female, were looking at me.
Just as I sat down, I actually gave a loud, audible screech as I felt a huge but quick vibration shake my body as Sir had obviously changed the settings on the vibrator in my cunt.
I went bright red as Sir just looked at me. “Is something the matter, my little slut?”
“No, nothing, Sir,” I managed to mumble as I sat back down.
Oh God, I really couldn’t believe it was me sitting here in this posh restaurant, dressed like a whore that perhaps Sir had picked up off the street. And with this contraption between my legs, making me squirm now, as I had no control over when and how high the vibrations would come.
My panties were now completely soaked as my cunt was leaking my juices like a dripping tap.
Then, as the waiter came to take our drinks order, Sir turned the vibration levels up as far as he could.
OMG, I was squirming around so much in the seat that the waiter was even asking if I was okay.
I was so close to cumming, the seat was now also soaked in my juices, as Sir said to the waiter, “I’m sorry the little slut needs to cum, please excuse her lack of manners, apologise to him slut.” he said.
I just about mumbled a “Oh God, mmmmm, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I couldn’t stop myself cumming,” feeling humiliated now.
I could see a satisfied smirk on Sir’s face as the waiter just stood completely gobsmacked at my words.
As the waiter stood taking our order from Sir, I couldn’t stop the dam bursting inside me as I cum hard. The vibrations were pulsing through my cunt and whole body now, as my hands were gripping the seat. My body quivered as I was biting my bottom lip so as not to scream out. My juices are now completely soaking the sheer red panties I was wearing.
As this happened, the waiter was just standing, watching me, grinning.
Thankfully, although I’m not sure if I really wanted him to or not, Sir turned off the vibrator.
As I came down from such a wonderful high, I began to feel embarrassed, realising I’d cum not only in front of the waiter, but that those sitting immediately around us would also know.
Sir beckoned the waiter to him and whispered in his ear.
I couldn’t hear what was said, but the waiter nodded and, with a beaming smile, took our Order from Sir, then headed off.
As the waiter scurried away with our order, Sir came and sat beside me.
He whispered in my ear, “Now, my little slut, I promised our waiter that you will suck his cock, in the toilets right now. This is to ensure he gives us great service tonight. So go and wait for him outside the Male toilets.”
I sat, at first eyes wide, but then just said “Yes, Sir” as I realised I was just needy for the waiter’s cock now. Such was the complete control Sir had over me, and how he’d made me such a whore for cock.
I got up from the table and strutted across the restaurant towards the corridor where the toilets were situated. I again felt that every pair of eyes in the room was burning into me, watching me.
Just as I reached the entrance to the corridor, my legs almost buckled under me as Sir must have turned the remote vibrations in my cunt up to a very high setting.
I had to stop and steady myself, looking back at Sir, a big satisfied grin on his face, knowing he’d stopped me in my tracks.
Once the vibrations stopped, I regained my composure and headed towards the men’s toilets and stood outside the door waiting.
Just then, the waiter appeared, didn’t speak, just opened the toilet door and went inside.
The door opened again, and the waiter beckoned me in and led me to the furthest away cubicle.
He had me sit down on the toilet as he quickly undid his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles along with his pants.
His cock, now free, was pointing right in my face, and I wasted no time as I began to lick and suck around the head of his cock, feeling it swell more in my fingers.
It was a nice, big cock around 8″ with a bit of girth to it.
He grabbed my head by my hair, forcing his cock deeper down my throat.
“C’mon, you little slut, I don’t have much time, and I need to empty these balls,” he just said.
My slut side now just took over as I sucked his cock so deep until his balls were pushing against my chin.
He then took over fucking my mouth, pulling me back by the hair before forcing my mouth deep around his cock again.
My fingers were also playing with his balls now, as he used my mouth. raking them over his sac, then gently squeezing them, until I could feel them begin to tighten, knowing he was getting close.
This made him tighten his grip on my hair as he forced my mouth down the full length of his cock as his balls tightened, then release his pent-up load of cum deep in my mouth and throat.
He gave out a groan, managing to moan out. “Yes, yes, oh god, such a slut. Your partner was right, you give such a wonderful blowjob.”
He removed his cock from my mouth, his cum dribbling onto my chin with a few globs dripping further down into the cleavage in my blouse.
He quickly cleaned himself, pulled up his pants and trousers. As he opened the cubicle door to leave, he said, “Oh, your Sir said you are not to clean up, just return to your table as you are.” Then he was gone.
As I rose to leave the cubicle, I gave out a loud moan as Sir had turned on the vibrations between my legs again. I put my hands against the wall to steady my legs, which were trembling as an orgasm rushed through my body from the combination of the toy in my cunt and clit, but also at the horny situation I found myself in. I was openly being a slut with others to please Sir.
Finally, once the vibrations stopped and I regained the use of my legs, I opened the door and stepped out into the toilets as a diner was peeing in one of the urinals.
He looked at me, his mouth open, seeing this woman dressed like a whore and with cum dribbling down her chin. His cock looked fairly impressive, though even when not hard.
I cheekily winked at him, saying, “Make sure you wash your hands,” and left the toilets to begin the walk back to Sir’s table.
I steadied myself as I entered the main room of the restaurant.
So many eyes were on me, some with a look of pure lust and some women looking at me in disgust.
There seemed to be a hush come over the restaurant as I then took a deep breath and strutted back to Sir’s table, my high heels clicking so loudly on the wooden flooring, as I swayed my hips more at the attention I was receiving.
Sir obviously decided I should be exposed more as he turned the vibrator between my legs back on and set it on what I could only assume was the highest setting as I had to stop in my tracks and hold onto the table, I was beside at the time, as I literally cum from the force of the vibrations in my cunt and on my clit.
I was moaning and screaming out “Oh God, oh fuck”, and I could feel my juices squirting onto my sheer panties, soaking them thoroughly.
The woman at the table, a petite but striking blonde, was chuckling at my situation and turned to her husband, saying, “Why can’t you make me cum like that?” as he turned red with embarrassment.
The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they had started, but the juices flowing from my cunt didn’t. I could still feel my cunt convulse, still pushing more juices from my squelching, soaked insides.
I tried to regather some composure and finally managed to make my way back to Sir’s table.
He just had an enormous smirk on his face and asked me, “You having fun, my little slut?”
“Oh god, Sir, you’re turning me into a complete slut, who seems to love the attention of exhibiting myself to others. And the embarrassment and humiliation of it all turns me on even more. What have I become?”
“You are just being your true self, Evelyn, this submissive slut has always been you, it just needed someone encourage you to let it out and embrace the truly sexual woman you are. I realised that the first night in my room. You were meant to be a slut, an exhibitionist, and you love being controlled. Am I wrong?”
“No, Sir, I know you’re right, you seem to know more of who I am than my husband does after 35 years of marriage.”