It had been a week.
A whole week.
Seven days of almost constant preoccupation. Preoccupation with the events of that night of dares and a determination to obey his request of the following morning.
She was there waiting on that particular Saturday night for the second installment of staged dare, the previous seeming a lifetime before.
Tremulous.
Excited.
Agitated.
The memories of that previous night had played on her mind almost constantly since for the full seven days.
Remembering that she had been picked up and taken to a remote semi-rural lane not too far from her home and dared to walk it completely naked. She had completed the dares of course. She was a determined girl and always keen to impress her man. Complying with the dare led to a resultant fucking when they eventually reached the bed that night, from a man as turned on as she had been by her blatant public exhibitionism.
She had made two walks in what he had called a staged increment of dare. The first had been holding his hand for comfort and security in the poor evening light, during which she had even squatted down for a pee halfway without care who saw her.
She had almost been caught by a stranger as she had been alone for the second walk; the second stage. He had dropped her off and parked further down the road for her to catch up on foot.
On foot.
That had been a bonus hurdle considering that she had been expected to complete said journeys in her stilletos, the clicking of her heels a possible draw of attention for the residential houses she passed.
In the kitchen at that moment, Helen had just completed the laundry chores and looked forward to his arrival. Attired as usual in a dress, she had left off all her underwear. It seemed little point putting it on for it to just get it soaking wet and discarded somewhere. Because of his instructions to not touch herself and the memories of that night, the sheer denial of personal ministrations had created the perfect storm of frustration. On that night a week earlier, she had managed a squirting orgasm without any direct stimuli to her clit.
This fact she had not divulged to him, without really understanding why. Maybe she didn't believe it herself or maybe she had peaked for some other reason? It still baffled her now.
Uncertainty kept her silent. A wonder. Something to keep to herself for the moment, at any rate.
Any other time there would be the desire to touch and stroke herself but today, oddly, she didn't feel that need. She was feeling the serenity of being totally at her man's whim. He had suggested that she leave herself alone for the week. A request of sorts.
Not as an order.
Not as a command.
Not as an edict.
Just a suggestion and she had said 'yeah, ok'. Almost as if he had suggested a takeaway meal, or a particular film at the movie theater. Yeah, ok. He could have pretty much suggested anything and she would have been susceptible to saying, 'yeah, ok'.
Dangerous ground the sane part of her brain told her. What if he suggested large hoop nipple piercings, or to go live in a cage in his basement? The sane part of her brain begged her to be realistic. Think before agreeing, it told her.
The other side of her brain was much darker. Much more open to new experiences. Deep seated decadence now and having complete trust in everything he offered up to this point had all led to wonderful new incidents and occurrences. She was becoming a 'yes man' of sorts and loving every moment. Didn't see any point in changing that.
So what she had to live in a cage as his personal sex slave? Fucked at his whim? Used at his leisure? Her pussy gave an involuntary churn of appreciation at the thought.
Still she didn't touch.
So he was due any minute for Stage Three and already her head was achieving a submissive space of sorts. A space where there were no limits or boundaries. A space where what would normally be a humiliating occurrence actually turned her on to the point of her body being ready to cum at a moment's notice. She just needed the word. An allowance to tip over that edge.
An engine noise sounded close outside and she rushed to see if it was him. He had promised her a meal and she was hungry already.
His car was on the drive.
His body exiting it.
Tall and muscular.
She left the lounge window from where she had confirmed it was him, and hurried to open the front door. He entered with a smile on his face and within seconds she was in his arms, a passionate kiss of welcome whilst her arms were flung around his neck and his hands were on her waist.
They broke apart and regarded each other. She answered his query about her week long chastity and confirmed her obedience. He smiled with pleasure at her eagerness to impress him.
"Ready?"
This was right out of the blue. It was still light out, for goodness sake. People were around, going home and going out. Now? Her heart went into overdrive and her pussy gave the obligatory flutter of excitement. Was he serious? Last week they waited until it was much darker. Her mind was conflicted but her body wasn't.
Stipulations?
Jewellery and butt plug required but no need for underwear. Stilletos obviously. A matter of fact statement as though describing the tools needed for a job. No need for discussion or debate or opinion. No option for argument or request of her viewpoint.
Yeah, ok.
She found herself complying quickly and efficiently with the needs of the evening. Within a few moments her body carried the expected additions and she met him once more at the porch ready for their departure. The large clear glass looking out on still a very light evening, the greying clouds collecting and more than a slight chill in the air.
Helen shivered. As warm as his presence made her and as hot as the excitement of what was sure to follow made her, the inescapable fact was that today was much cooler than the previous weekend and there was no sign of being allowed a coat.
A worried look into his face.
Glassy eyed at his mischievousness.
A curl of her lips into a corresponding smile.
They left the house and he held the car door open for her to enter, saving the clattering of the drop earrings on the sill this time because of the dress still around and below her bottom. Once she was inside however, he held his hand out.
He was going to take the dress now!
Brimming full of nerves, she hastily looked through the windscreen at her surrounding houses and prayed fervently that no one was looking out.
Pulling the dress over her head and handing it to him, she was relieved that he shut the door quite promptly leaving her temporarily alone in the passenger seat, the position in which she was sat pushing home the butt plug even more. Folding and clutching her arms across her chest, she maintained her dignity, crossing and uncrossing her stilletoed feet in the footwell. Her breasts squeezed into the confines of her folded arms, they bulged with almost a buoyant cleavage.
Where was he?
Nervous looks out through the side windows and a quick glance in the rear view mirror confirmed him locking her front door and making his way to the driver's side.
He climbed in, unburdened by her dress.
Bastard!
He had dropped it back in the house.
She was seated about to go out for the evening stark naked once more, this time however, in broad daylight. She took a quavering breath and exhaled slowly to steady her nerves. He was there alongside her. All was well for the moment and she was safe, despite the cold which bordered her ability to cope without a shiver.
What was the worst that could happen?
She felt that she wanted an orgasm.
The seatbelt was an immediate necessity. Pulled down and clipped home, it cut down between her breasts, the belt at her waist surreptitiously held across her pubic mound, the earrings pooled between her legs. Her naked thighs trembled slightly in the cool of the car, and she was grateful that once the car was started, the heater was put on, as was the heated car seat.
She grinned at him as he pulled away and joined the main road. She was warming up quickly and even unfolded her arms.
It was an interesting journey, first of all drawing to a halt at a junction and being very aware of pedestrians in the immediate vicinity. Then stopping at a zebra crossing paused her breath for a second as she wondered if the couple of lads using it on the way to the pub would turn and notice her? They didn't thankfully and her arm once again nervously descended to her lap as he sped the car back up.
Single lane traffic was not too bad. He thoughtfully kept back from the car in front but the dual carriageways became the most fun of all for him, and for her emotions.
Turning onto the first carriageway off the traffic island, a couple of cars passed them which caused no bother to her as she was the passenger. It was, however, more heart stopping to pass another motorist. The first they passed was a slow moving box van. She could have sworn he looked down and into their car and then swerved the van back and forth as a result of the eyeful he must have gotten.
There was no stopping her man after that.
It was as though he deliberately slowed down while passing alongside coaches and lorries and tall SUVs from then on just to see if there was a reaction from them. As each was approached she could feel her blood pumping, and the emotional response in the crevice between her legs.
Keeping her head stock still facing forward with her arms folded across her chest she found was the best course of action in an attempt to not draw attention to herself. He didn't comment and didn't direct her, choosing instead to let her find her own ways to deal with the journey.
She wondered exactly what view they were getting? Definitely the curvature of her breasts. Maybe the point of her nipples? Would they realise that she was nude as opposed to just wearing a very skimpy top? There was no way they could see her pussy or even get the idea that she was bottomless also, surely to goodness? A glance down and a confirmatory check that the waist band of the seat belt still looked like a possible mini skirt from a certain angle.
An air horn sounded loudly.
Fuck! No!
A truck driver had blasted at them as they passed, and a quick look in her side mirror showed him almost hanging out of the side window to get a last look at their passing.
She shifted in her seat and felt the tug of the earrings on her labia piercings. She unconsciously stroked her finger down through her slit and felt the moisture collecting on her tip. No! She had been told not to play. That was accidental; she wanted to obey. Sorry.
She looked across at him and he smiled at her. Was that pride on his face? Was he proud of her getting tooted by a random stranger? Maybe he was a man who didn't mind sharing his toys, or sharing a view of them maybe. Or just proud that she was obeying his commands.
She was hungry. Her stomach rumbled slightly and she giggled.
"Fancy eating?"
