Admission Price

Chapter Ten and probably the last one too so hope you have enjoyed the story!

Chapter Ten

It was only when she returned to her office the next morning, buttocks still bearing the evidence of what had happened the previous evening, that Zara spotted the cream-coloured envelope lying innocuously in her own in-tray. Her heart jumped and she quickly sat down at her desk and opened it, extracting another ticket along with a handwritten note.

"Go and buy a collar and have an appropriate name tag put on it. The cost of admission is submission! Commit yourself! Enjoy the book signing!"

Zara studied the enclosed ticket and laughed as she realised that it was at her favourite bookshop, the one where she spent most of her time and money if she wasn't at work. She had never heard of the writer, Andrew somebody or other, but she still couldn't wait for Saturday night to roll around. Then her office door opened and one of the clerks came in and she swiftly tucked the envelope and its contents under a file and tried to concentrate on what the woman was asking even though most of her attention was on the thought of buying a collar. What was an appropriate name tag? What did he mean? What sort of collar should she buy? It was only when the clerk had gone that Zara realised that she had never once queried the fact that she was actually going to go and buy one!

The local pet shop in the high street was Zara's initial port of call during her lunch hour. There were plenty of dog collars hanging up; leather, nylon, some studded and others brightly coloured, but nothing really called out to her. Most had a tag hanging down and she looked at those thoughtfully, wondering where she could get the metal disc engraved. A key cutting shop perhaps? But what about the embarrassment when she asked for something strange to be inscribed into the metal? She shivered and walked out of the shop, face flushed as she thought about how shaming it was going to be to put a collar round her neck and to wear it in public.

As she walked back into her office, an idea came to her and she smiled slightly. It would certainly be easier and less embarrassing to do it online. Shutting her office door firmly, Zara started to search the internet, soon finding what she wanted. To her surprise, she got distracted by all the other weird and wonderful things that were on offer on various sex toy sites and by the time she shut down her computer and got on with some proper work, she was feeling rather aroused.

After dinner that evening, Zara used her own laptop and delved back into the dark world of the internet, soon narrowing her search down to one particular site which seemed to offer everything one could possibly want or need. Although fascinated by the pictures of canes and paddles, imagining them stinging her bottom cheeks wielded by her master, Zara managed to click onto the correct section eventually and located a selection of collars. She pondered for several minutes before making up her mind but eventually clicked on one and added it into her shopping basket though deciding on the lettering she wished engraved upon it took ages. Her fingers shook as she went to the final page, typed in her address and then paid, using her credit card. She clicked the mouse and the cursor whirled round for a second or so and then her order was approved and she sighed, heart thumping faster at the thought of wearing the collar in just two days time.

The package, discreetly parcelled up in a plain cardboard box, arrived on Friday when Zara was out at work. It, along with a few annoying advertising leaflets, sat on her front door mat and she nearly trod on it as she stepped into her house. Knowing immediately what it was, Zara took it upstairs and sliced through the parcel tape on the box, pulling out the leather collar and holding it up in front of the window so that she could see the light reflect off the diamante studs set into it. The dying rays of the sun glittered attractively off the stones and so she slipped it round her neck and looked in the mirror, face flushing as she saw the silver tag hanging down with its inscribed and unmistakable message. Was it the right message? She frowned, hoping so as she touched it delicately, rubbing the tips of her fingers over the wording thoughtfully. Would he appreciate it?

All through Saturday, Zara could think of nothing else but the book signing and wearing the collar. She put it on and walked round the house, trying to accustom herself to wearing it. It did feel strange at first, sitting round her neck and feeling quite heavy but that wore off eventually and by lunch time, she was almost forgetting it was there. Daringly, Zara even went out into her garden, hanging out her washing on the rotary line then doing a little bit of weeding in the warm sun. Finishing that, she had a cup of tea then rooted through her wardrobes, deciding what she would wear later for the book signing. She eventually picked out a little black dress; one which finished mid-thigh yet came all the way over her shoulders and almost up to her neck so that the collar sat on top of it as if it was part of the dress. Boots or strappy sandals? She perused her collection and chose the former, taking out a glossy black leather pair which ended just below her knees. Deciding on what she was going to wear underneath took a lot longer but finally Zara was happy with what she had laid out on the bed.

The next few hours crawled by, Zara found. Every minute or so, she would look up at the clock only to find out that the hands had hardly moved. She tried reading but could not concentrate and she was too on edge to bother to eat at tea time, contenting herself with a glass of wine instead. A long bath used up nearly half an hour and then she got dressed, already feeling excited as she slipped into the flimsy lingerie. She eyed her figure in the mirror and smiled, knowing that she looked good in the lacy panties and underwired brassiere as their stark black set off her pale white skin. After shimmying into the dress, Zara slipped on her boots and then, after brushing her hair out so that it fell in waves to her shoulders, walked downstairs and paced up and down in the small hall while she waited for it to be time to leave. Checking her handbag for the umpteenth time to see that she had the admission ticket, Zara glanced up at the clock, saw that it had reached seven and left.

Nerves jangling like a shop bell, Zara walked down to the bookshop after parking her car in the office car park. Every step closer to the shop made her face flush a little more as she wondered who would be there and whether anyone would comment on the collar that she wore round her neck. She had never met any of her friends or colleagues in the shop before but there was always a first time! Admittedly, the lettering on the tag was not large but she knew that one of her friends would be intrigued enough to scrutinise the collar closely. The bookshop loomed into view and she felt her throat tighten while her heart quickened its beat. Light beamed out of the shop's windows and subtle music overladen with chatter seeped out of the door and it took all of her courage to step across the threshold and commit herself irrevocably.

The writer, a medium-sized man with hair greying at the temples, was hunched over, scribbling an inscription into one of his books for an elderly lady. Was it him? Zara looked at the man more closely and sidled up towards him, hoping to see his handwriting but, infuriatingly he closed the book and handed it back to the lady before she was close enough. His brown eyes flickered across her face but there was no sign of recognition in them and she backed away from the queue, fingers nervously playing with the tag on her collar as she wondered what to do next. Should she wander round and check out every man in the place? That wouldn't take long as there were far more women than men in the shop but surely her master would find her...if he wanted to? Was this just a test? Had he set her a task to embarrass and shame her after she had failed him earlier? Zara frowned, crinkling her brow in disappointment as she cast another glance around the room but noticed nobody paying any particular interest to her as they were too interested in the author. At least that stopped anyone looking at her collar and the message engraved upon the tag, she decided in relief.

A handbell tinkled gently behind her and the hubbub dissipated into silence after a few seconds.

"And now, our distinguished guest will perform some readings from his latest book, ladies and gentlemen so if you would please take a seat."

It was him! There was no mistaking that low, mellifluous voice but, even though she swung round immediately, Zara could not see who was talking as one of the bookcases was right in her way. She tried to edge towards the voice but a throng of people pushed past her towards the seats, slowing her down for a few vital seconds. By the time that she reached the end of the bookcase, there was nobody in view and her heart sank. So near and yet so far!

Zara edged around the shop towards the back, deliberately not taking a seat as she wondered where the man had gone. She found a position with a good view of the audience from sideways on but could not decide anything from looking at the half a dozen or so men who were there. Two looked quite attractive and she shallowly hoped it was one of them but there was no way of deciding until she could hear them speak. She was about to join the crowd waiting for the talk when his voice whispered gently in her ear, "Do not turn round. Go to your favourite section and wait there with your eyes closed, Zara!"

Zara sidled away, heading for the erotic fiction section which, naturally, was hidden away in the darkest area of the store, occupying one of the top shelves; something which always aggravated Zara as, at just a smidgeon over five foot tall, she had to go up on tiptoe to reach! She reached the right place then stood there, shutting her eyes and feeling the arousal sweep through her instantly as she waited to see what was going to happen to her this time. A minute or so passed and then she heard him approach and her breathing quickened perceptibly.

"Let me see what you had written on here," he murmured and she shivered as he picked up the tag and tugged her towards him slightly until she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"And do you mean what it says?" he inquired.

"Yes, sir," she answered, skin shivering with tension as she waited to see what he would say next.

"Such an appropriate statement, Zara, as it says 'Yes, sir' on this little tag. Does that mean you are going to say those words to anything I suggest?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then on your knees for me, Zara," he murmured in her ear.

"Yes, sir," whispered Zara as she knelt, fully expecting to feel his cock sliding deep into her mouth once more. Instead though, she was surprised when he pushed her head down to the floor as well until she was on all fours. His hands pulled up the hem of her dress and she felt a chill waft of air on her bottom cheeks. His fingers slid her thin panties to one side and then she was gasping out loud as his cock pushed deep into her wetness. The spoken words from the writer on the other side of the book shelves buzzed around her ears, disguising her little moans and groans of pleasure as her master shafted her swiftly in the shop, hidden behind the books from the listening throng. His hands gripped her collar, tugging it back and raising her head up as he plunged in and out of her pussy, ravaging it for his pleasure. Heat filled her with every long stroke of his thick cock into her tight opening. Pleasure bubbled up into her brain and unintelligible sighs seeped from between her parted lips. Nothing mattered but his cock as it drove up into her, stretching her fully open and making her his. His breath quickened on her neck, rasping out of his mouth and then his hand clamped around her mouth, stifling her gasps of joy as shudders of delight racked her skin. A flood of creamy come raced into her welcoming quim, bathing her in heat and rapture at the intensity of the feeling. She felt his body quiver behind her and then came another wave of spunk shooting up inside her pussy just as a fervent round of applause came from the other side of the book shelves. For a surreal moment, Zara imagined that it was for them, coupling in front of the applauding crowd. Then more spunk slithered up into her body before he slowly withdrew, whispering in her ear that he wanted to see her with all his spunk dribbling down her legs.

His strong arm helped her up and she giggled as the hem of her dress tumbled down and hid the evidence underneath its dark exterior. Inside, she could feel the sperm starting to dribble slowly out of her puffy pink folds as he turned her round to face him. His mouth fell on hers and drank in her breath, tongues swirling together delightfully as seconds passed by then he pulled away and whispered, "Time to open your eyes, my lovely Zara."

Zara stared straight into eyes the colour of a stormy sea; orbs that danced with delight as they looked back unflinchingly at her. She took in the lean face, dark hair and powerful physique in a moment then smiled widely, relieved that she was actually physically attracted to this man she had never seen before when they had been making love. Not that it would have mattered if she had not been, Zara chided herself suddenly, knowing that she would willingly shut her eyes and let a man with such a magical mind tease and torment her for ever.

"The price of admission to my world is submission, Zara, and I think that you have paid it now!" he stated, smiling down at her.

Zara smiled back, blue eyes widening as she felt the slippery sperm start to wend its way down her thighs.

"We are going to walk out there now into the bookshop and all the time my essence is going to trickle down your legs until it dribbles into those very sexy boots, Zara," he remarked, reading her mind somehow.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, blushing at the thought of other people noticing the tell-tale trickle of sperm on her skin.

"And then, when everyone has gone home, I am going to have you again, Zara!"

Zara stayed by her master's side, feeling his eyes upon her as they circulated slowly through the shop which was gradually emptying as the author had finished his talk. There were still some diehards getting their books signed or trying to converse with the writer but most people were drifting away into the night. Zara wished that they were all gone, her mind thinking constantly about how it was going to feel when he possessed her once again. Her pussy still felt delightfully sore and swollen from the episode behind the bookshelves and she giggled slightly at the memory of being taken right in front of the erotic fiction. How did he know that was her favourite section?

She crinkled her forehead slightly as she wondered about that then tried to concentrate as the author approached, sidling through the remaining customers.

"Ryan," he gushed, "thank you so much for inviting me. I think sales have gone rather well!"

"They have indeed, Andrew. The evening has been a great success!" responded her master and Zara suddenly realised who he was and how he had known all about her. As the two of them chatted away, she thought about how many books she had purchased in the shop using her credit card and how often she had been thumbing her way through the erotic fiction section. She smiled slightly as she remembered joining the special scheme to get ten percent off her purchases. That had required her name and address, hadn't it? Ryan, the owner of the shop and her master, had been observing her carefully for some time and he had worked out what made her tick and then acted upon it. Her smile grew wider: never before had anyone thought she was worth courting in any manner at all let alone one that had taken such time and effort!

The shop door closed behind the author and Zara jerked out of her reverie, blue eyes suddenly noticing Ryan watching her with amusement.

"Worked it all out now, have you?"

"I think so," Zara replied thoughtfully, stroking her chin with one hand. "You have been watching me when I have been in your shop!"

"Indeed I have. I admit my guilt and confess to obtaining your name and address from our records."

"How very sneaky!" Zara observed before she added, "And how very flattering!"

"An intriguing admission that you find it flattering, Zara. I was a little bit afraid that you would find it creepy and think that I have been stalking you!" he responded, eyes suddenly sparkling as he stepped towards her. "Now I do believe that I said that I would be taking you once more tonight before I escort you home so come with me, Zara."

Unresisting, trembling inside and out, Zara took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her gently towards the desk where the author had been signing his books earlier. He tugged her forwards and then pushed her over the desk, pulling up her dress to bare her cheeks.

"Stay there while I dim the lights," he whispered and Zara obeyed, feeling the hard wood press against her breasts and the front of her thighs. She pushed her hands out further and gripped the far edge of the desk, toppling a box of drawing pins so that they scattered like golden grains on the dark wooden top. He walked to the front and switched off the lights there, plunging the shop into darkness apart from one spotlight that shone down on her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he headed back and then he picked up one of the remaining copies of the writer's book, a paperback, and hefted it thoughtfully in his hand.

"I believe that this will be an appropriate implement to use on those beautiful buttocks. After all, it was your love of reading erotic fiction that brought us together, wasn't it?"

Zara yelped as he brought the book down hard on her exposed skin. A sudden sting shot into her flesh as the book struck her hard. Another strike followed and then another and suddenly a flurry of spanks rained down upon her bare bottom cheeks and she hissed and grunted as pain slithered into her body. After a minute or so, the now familiar heat burned its way into Zara's body, arousing her senses and making her part her thighs as she desperately hoped to feel his thick cock poke up into her wetness. He chuckled at her wantonness and continued to spank her with the book, whipping it down harder and faster, striking her bottom cheeks and the back of her thighs, smearing his own glistening trails of spunk down her legs until he finally tossed the book down on the desk by her side.

"Stand up, Zara, remove your dress and panties and come here," he ordered as he sat down in the cushioned swivel chair on the other side of the desk. Bottom cheeks stinging, Zara slithered off the desk and walked round, face flushed like her arse as she stared down into his amused gaze. She slowly took off her dress then slid off her knickers, blushing even more as she revealed herself fully to him. After slipping off his trousers and briefs, Ryan placed his hands on her burning buttocks and pulled her closer, edging her thighs apart until she was straddling him. Zara could feel his thick helmet pressing up into her weeping pussy folds and she went to sink down upon his length, eager to have it inside her once more.

"Wait until you are told!" he snapped, smacking her bottom hard. "I think pain is going to be the price of admission tonight. So if you want my cock in that soft, wet pussy then offer me something that will hurt you!"

Zara swallowed hard. She wanted him so much that the thought of being denied his cock was anathema. What could she offer though? She tried to think, frowning slightly as different ideas rushed through her brain. He had already spanked her so she needed to offer him something a little different. The slight sparkle of the drawing pins which she had knocked over earlier caught her eye as she glanced round and she hesitated, almost too afraid to voice her thoughts. Ryan followed the direction of her gaze and he smiled and murmured, "Do you want me to use those on your soft flesh, Zara?"