Nora emerged from the bathroom naked with her hair wrapped in a towel, her skin still glowing and moist from her shower. She was humming her favorite tune, but it died on her lips when she saw the small pile of clothes laid out on the bed, with a little piece of paper on top.
She smiled to herself. Her master didn’t choose her outfit very often, but when he did it was usually the prelude to something interesting. This time, the pile consisted of her very tiniest thong, a pleated white skirt that was way too short to be worn in public, a sleeveless crop-top that doubled as a sports bra, and a strappy pair of stiletto heels. The note read:
Nora,
Today will be a test of obedience. You are to obey without any questions or arguments. You must trust me.
She read it again. She was puzzled. She trusted him absolutely, and she knew her faith was not misplaced. And she was unquestionably obedient. This seemed so serious. What could it mean? She shrugged. She’d certainly get no answers by herself.
She shrugged off the towel, shook out her long black hair and dressed with the clothes at hand. She turned to check herself in the full-length mirror on the wall and was pleased with the choices her master had made. From the front, she looked cute and almost innocent. But from the side and back, the skirt could not hope to cover the lower curve of her ass, accentuated as it was by her heels. The cute heart shape where the full curve of her bottom cheeks met her thighs was something she knew he loved to see, and she felt her face flush with a heady combination of pride and self-consciousness.
She turned and walked down the hall to the kitchen. He was at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and reading his tablet. He looked up as she approached and smiled.
“Good girl, Nora. You look amazingly hot.”
She beamed and did a little spin for him. “Thank you, Sir.” Then she bit her lip and added, “So… may I ask what the plan is for today?”
His smile tightened almost imperceptibly. “No, Nora. You may not.”
The simplicity of the denial took her by surprise, but she recovered from it, smiled and leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she turned towards the fridge and gave a little hop as she went, letting the skirt bounce a little and show off her ass for him.
The rest of the day, from Nora’s point of view, was pretty ordinary. At least, it would have done if she hadn’t had been acutely aware that she was dressed up as eye candy for him. That awareness was itself a bit of a thrill for her and she leaned into it. She brought him a cold glass of lemonade while he was working in the back yard, leaning over in front of him to present it and give him an eye full of cleavage at the same time. Later on, he settled into his easy chair in the living room and she put on a bouncy exercise video and threw some extra energy into every squat, jump and hip roll, and made sure she was facing away from him whenever she bent over to give him a good view of the thong that barely hid her sex. Halfway through her workout, she noticed him subtly adjusting the front of his pants. That sent a hot little bolt of satisfaction straight between her legs.
By late afternoon, though, Nora was beginning to wonder what the fuss was all about. Shortly after five o’clock, Master suddenly announced, “Ok, Nora. We’re going out,” as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Nora froze. She looked down at her tiny skirt, then back up at him, waiting for him to tell her he was only joking. But his visage remained unchanged. A chill ran down her back as she realized now that the test was at hand.
She swallowed hard, forced a quick smile and then took his arm as he walked her out to the garage and opened the car door for her.
She sat in her seat carefully, thighs pressed tightly together and her hands tugging in vain on the hem of the skirt in the hope it would cover just a bit more. The car drove them towards an upscale bar they had frequented fairly often.
He opened the door for her and helped her to her feet. Nora’s hands flew behind her, trying to smooth the skirt over her bare ass. She felt like the entire world could see her exposed ass. She wasn’t a natural exhibitionist – certainly not for strangers. But despite her discomfort, she took his arm and let him lead her inside.
He chose a high-top table right in the middle of the room. Nora could see a number of male eyes checking her out – the way her breasts filled out the crop top and her ass poking out from the bottom of the skirt – and her face burned.
Master smiled and spoke calmly to her. “Well, Nora, here’s the moment of truth. I told you today that this was going to be a test of your obedience, didn’t I?”
Nora shuddered involuntarily. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered hoarsely.
He scanned the room for a moment, then nodded towards the bar. Nora turned to look and saw a man sitting alone at the end of the bar watching a basketball game on the TV. “See that guy over there?”
Nora looked closer at him. He was about their age and quite ordinary. He was dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. He was a complete cipher to Nora.
Master spoke again: “I want you to fuck him.”
The words brought the entire world to a stop for what seemed like an eternity to Nora. Her mind spun. Fuck him? A total stranger? Without knowing anything at all about him? What if he was dangerous? What if he had a wife and kids? What if he didn’t want to use protection? But the bigger question dwarfed the others: What was Master’s game?
Her heart hammered away in her chest. She stared at her master desperately, looking for any hint of what he intended and hoping beyond hope that any moment he would break into a grin and admit that he was just joking and laugh.
But that laugh didn’t come. All his face showed was that calm, determined look she knew only too well.
He continued, his voice low. “Go over there and seduce him. Get him to take you back to his place and let him have his way with you. When he’s done, have him call me and I’ll come pick you up.”
Nora felt light-headed. This was completely insane. But… deep down, she felt excitement, just as she had when she was dressing to his order in the morning and as she had when she was teasing him all day. She saw how calm he was as he was ordering her to do something so outrageous… And the thought of obeying him turned her on… Despite the raw fear, she could feel her pussy begin to itch.
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a bare whisper.
She stood up on shaky legs and turned towards the bar, away from Master. she still felt the eyes of all the men around her following her. She still felt the intense combination of fear, humiliation, and the unbearable heat now radiating out from her groin.
She sat down on a barstool beside the stranger and cleared her throat.
“Hi,” she said, her voice not quite as steady as she had hoped. “Come here often?”
God, that was cheesy, she thought. But despite that, she smiled and looked into his eyes as he turned towards her and gave her an easy smile.
“Every once in a while. Name’s Tom. You?”
“Nora.” She smiled back, trying to exude confidence. She shifted her weight on the stool a little, hoping the movement of her breasts was subtle, but not too much so. “You just… looked like a nice guy. I thought I’d say ‘hi,’ and get to know you better.”
Tom’s eyes drifted down to drink in her body. “Well, Nora, you’re definitely making the night more interesting. Love the outfit.”
She felt her cheeks burn even brighter, marveling that it was even possible. Her heart continued to knock in her chest, but she smiled and rolled her shoulders again. “You like it?” she asked in a girly, almost shy voice. “I wore it for someone, but he’s not here, so it might as well be for you.”
Tom chuckled, “Lucky me.”
Nora couldn’t do the small talk any more. Before she thought about it further, she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. He kissed her back and she closed her eyes. Her mind tore itself asunder with the fear of what she was doing, but knowing it was for Master and that she was pleasing him. Along with that, the primitive animal part of her brain was awake and priming her body. She could feel how wet she was, and she gave in to it.
Tom reached up discreetly and cupped her breast, brushing his thumb across her nipple through her top. Lightning shot through her, and she broke away from his kiss, stood up and took his hand. Tom understood immediately, reached into his pocket and tossed some cash on the bar, and led her towards the door. As they walked, Nora glanced over to the table where Master had sat them down at the beginning of the night, but he was already gone.
Tom led her to his car, an upscale German sedan, and opened the door for her. Once they were driving, Nora reached over with her left hand and placed it on his thigh, slowly sliding it towards his crotch, but not quite getting there, teasing him.
They pulled into the garage of a nice apartment building and got in the elevator. After the door shut, Tom pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, his hands now roaming freely over her body. By the time the doors opened, she was breathing hard.
He led her to the door and into the front room of his apartment. It was sparsely furnished—a couch against one wall opposite a TV. Tom left her standing in the middle of the room and sat on the couch, legs slightly apart.
“Get naked for me, Nora,” he ordered. “Slowly.”
The dominant command steadied her. It felt familiar to be obeying a strong male voice.
She began to move. She gyrated her hips and moved her legs apart a bit and thrust out her chest. Then she turned and bent at the waist, thrusting her ass out. She knew the tiny thong would struggle to hide her sex from his eyes, and she hoped he could see her wetness leaking through it. She turned to look at Tom over her shoulder, and he was smiling back at her like a werewolf, a clear bulge in the front of his khakis.
Still facing away from him, she raised herself back up and peeled the crop top up and over her head in one smooth motion and tossed it aside. She covered up her breasts with her hands and turned to face him. She then closed her eyes and licked her lips as she moved those hands downward to morph from hiding her breasts to presenting them, using her thumbs to flick at the nipples. As she did, she let out a low moan.
She took a step back, crossed her ankles, and pushed the tiny skirt down over her hips, bending forward as she did, letting her breasts hang and sway just a bit. Once the skirt was at her knees, she straightened and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out and kicked it over to join the top on the floor.
Next, she spun around to face away from him once again and bent over with her feet apart and her ass stuck out towards him. She then hooked a thumb in each side of the thong and slowly moved it backwards and down, over her hips, delaying the final revelation for as long as she dared. She hoped—no, she knew—he could see for himself how wet she was for him. At last, she was naked except for her heels. She straightened up, turned to face him, ran her hands over her flanks, then brought a hand up and blew him a kiss.
Tom stood and closed the distance between them. Without a word, he unbuckled his belt, kicked off his shoes and shoved his khakis and underwear down and off, kicking them away. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, standing straight out in front of him.
Nora smiled and dropped instantly to her knees without being told. She wrapped her lips around the head of his clock and swirled her tongue around it and fondled his balls with her hand. Tom groaned deeply in response.
“Oh yeah… that’s it. You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, Nora?”
The obscene compliment thrilled her to her core. At a high level, Nora felt pride that she was doing this at her Master’s command, but on a more visceral level, she knew she was pleasing the man in front of her, and that fueled her own desire and set her in a fierce feedback loop. She bobbed on his cock deeper and faster, desperate to please him and knowing that she did, making her pussy buzz all the harder.
Suddenly, Tom reached down and grabbed at her shoulder to pull her to her feet. He grabbed her arm and hauled her into the bedroom and pushed her into the bed on all fours. He grabbed her hips, yanking her backward and drove his cock into her pussy in one long, powerful stroke.
Nora’s eyes flew wide, and a half-gasp, half-moan flew out of her open mouth. Tom didn’t go slowly. He fucked her hard and fast, the wet slapping sounds of their sex filling the room. After a few strokes, he brought his hand down hard on her ass in a heavy, meaty spank. Then he did it again, and again. Each sharp spank was painful, but the pain morphed in her brain into a lightning bolt of pleasure that landed deep in her pussy and mixed with the feeling of his cock driving in and out. It was all too much and pushed her over the edge in an explosive, thundering orgasm. She convulsed and shuddered while Tom kept pounding heedlessly through it.
He finally pulled out, lay down beside her panting and tugged at her arm, urging her to climb on top. Nora didn’t hesitate for an instant. She straddled him, reached back to guide his cock back into her needy pussy and began churning her hips. He grabbed at her breasts, mauling them as she rode him. He moved his hand down and began smacking her ass again and again, spurring her on.
Then Tom gripped her waist and lifted her off him and flipped him onto her back, moving with her to land between her spread thighs.
“Now I’m going to fuck you good and proper, Nora.”
His visage was stern, almost angry-looking. Nora’s stomach did a somersault as he pushed her thighs wide apart and re-entered her quickly. He fucked her like a steam engine and slipped his hand up to rest dangerously over her throat. A distant flicker of fear mixed with her pleasure and forced her into another powerful orgasm. She thrashed her head side to side as her pussy clenched around his cock.
Before she even stopped trembling, Tom pulled out, moved up her body and fed his cock into her mouth. He stroked himself twice and groaned as his cock twitched and a thick, hot spurt of his come landed on her tongue. Nora closed her lips around him and swallowed as he continued to spurt into her mouth, accepting every drop until he was spent.
Tom gave a satisfied sigh and collapsed down beside her, panting. He rested his still-wet cock on the curve of her ass, reached under her arm to fondle her breast while they both just breathed.
Then, without warning, he stood up without a word, went to the closet, pulled on a robe and walked out into the front room. Nora lay there, puzzlement in her mind. As she listened, she heard the front door open and shut, and a pair of male voices in a conversation she couldn’t make out, edging her puzzlement towards unease.
A moment later, Tom re-entered the bedroom. Right behind him was her master.
The realization hit her like a brick wall. The whole thing was a set-up. Tom had never been a random stranger. Master had arranged for him to be in the bar and picked him out explicitly. A wave of overwhelming relief crashed over her, so powerful it brought tears to her eyes. She scrambled off the bed and threw herself into her master’s arms, naked as she was, and pressed her face into his chest.
Master caught her, chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tightly, stroking her hair.
“Tom tells me you were a very, very good girl, Nora,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”
Nora looked up at him, her eyes bright and a smile across her face. “Thank you, Sir.”
Tom smiled from a few feet away. “She really was fantastic. Thank you, Nora.”
She gave Tom a quick grateful smile before turning back to her master and burying her face in his chest again.
“Let’s get you dressed and back home,” he said gently. “I brought you some more comfortable clothes.”
He produced from a small bag a frumpy pair of sweats, a sweatshirt, and a pair of slippers. The thoughtful gesture filled Nora with affection. She bent down, slipped off the heels while the two men watched and then pulled on the sweats. The simple modesty felt like a warm blanket.
Once she was dressed, she walked over to Tom, gave him a quick hug, and a light peck on the cheek. “Thank you.”
Then she turned, slipped her hand through her master’s arm, and they walked out the door together.
