Chapter 2

Jacquelyn sat back down behind her laptop. She was naked and the knowledge that she had stripped bare at the command of a stranger calling himself SirMaxx filled her thoughts with horror, humiliation and surprise. At the same time, it filled her body with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and lust. Yes, she was being a good girl for Sir.

"Are you done getting undressed, Jacquelyn?" asked the words from the computer screen.

"Yes, Sir, I am naked now,"

"Good girl. Give your nipples a pinch and twist."

A warm, blissful wave of sensation flowed over her with those words. "Thank you, Sir." She raised her hands to her newly D-cup breasts and closed her fingers over both nipples at once. She pinched down firmly, biting her lip, and twisted them both. The feeling started as pain, spreading through her, but quickly turned to a deepening of her arousal.

"Now, I see from your profile that you're a good little girl, but that you're tempted by a few things — including sex toys. Tell me, what toys do you have?"

"I just have one vibrator, Sir," Jackie replied.

"Oh dear, that will never do. Give me your email address."

She typed it over to him.

He responded quickly, "Alright, Jacquelyn; I have to go out for a few hours, and now you do too. I'm emailing you a list of things that you are to purchase. You shouldn't have too much trouble finding most of them at any major adult store, but there are a couple things here you will have to get at one of a couple fetish shops in the city. Their addresses will be in the email. There will be some clothing items on the list — things that a good little slut girl like you should have. Follow these instructions to the letter, and I'll be very pleased."

Jackie replied, "Yes Sir." Immediately, however, her mind was full of worries. What kind of things was he sending her for? What was she getting herself into? What was she going to wear shopping?

"Oh, and a couple more things, pet," he continued. I know that a girl like you must be quite needy — you're probably all hot and wet right now — but you are not permitted to cum until after you've gone shopping. And you are not to wear a bra or panties. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Good girl."

She moaned aloud as the wave of sensation hit her again. It brought fresh wetness to her pussy, and her nipples were stiff and aching to be touched. But how was she going to be able survive this way? Her obedience so far had filled her body with need, but now that same obedience was making her deny those needs. She was going to have to shop as quickly as she could.

"Be good, Jacquelyn, and enjoy your shopping trip. Once you're back, you are to email me and tell me you're finished, and then you are allowed to cum. Good bye."

He signed off. Left alone with her thoughts and needs, Jackie tried to put things together. She didn't understand her overpowering lust, not to mention the physical high that she got from doing what she was told. She'd never been like that — okay maybe once in a while she liked to be with a strong forceful man — so why all of sudden all this heat from acting like a submissive little slave? She started to pace around her living room, and the strange weight and movement on her chest acted as a continual distraction. She passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of her body — still naked.

"Oh yes, lets not forget these things," she thought. What on earth was happening to her? She had sort of forced herself into accepting that her body had turned into the description she'd typed in last night. Was that profile affecting her mind as well? She sat back down at the computer to bring up that profile and at least remind herself what she'd entered. Before she could get to that, a chime sounded that email had arrived. It was from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately and realized that she knew where those stores were. She sent the attached list to print without really even reading it. Her body was aching for her to move fast — she needed to be good, she needed to obey, and she needed to be done and back here and cumming hard and wet.

Problem one: clothes. Okay, the Juicy's would do for pants. She wiggled them back on, pausing to enjoy the feel of the fabric on her bare flesh and reluctantly admiring her new curvy ass. Now, how was she going to cover up these tits? The t-shirt had fit over them, but the fabric was so thin with age that it was obscene. She moved into her bedroom and investigated the contents of the large walk-in closet. Buried in the back corner was what seemed to be her only option. On her last Halloween back home she had gone with friends to a costume party in Boston. She'd thrown caution to the wind, as she knew she'd be moving. She'd stuffed an oversized bra full and stretched a genuine Hooter's tank top over it. And there the top was, neatly folded, the owl's eyes staring back at her.

Her body wouldn't let her wait any more. She didn't have a bra that would fit her even if she'd been allowed one, so she pulled the top on. She blushed immediately. Her new breasts were even bigger than her old stuffed bra had been so the tank top was a very snug fit. There was a very generous amount of cleavage displayed by the low cut of the top and in her current state of arousal, her nipples were poking eagerly at the white stretch cotton as well. She knew that she'd be drawing a lot of looks this way, but she couldn't help it — she had to be a good girl and follow her instructions. With cash, credit cards and her keys in a tiny clutch purse, she rushed out into the city.

When Jacquelyn returned home hours later, she was a mental and physical wreck. Everywhere she'd gone male eyes had been fixed on her, filled with lust. Their hungry stares had humiliated her but unexpectedly they also made her more and more sex crazed. Seeing them admiring her ass outlined in the skin tight track pants or her bouncing breasts barely held in by the Hooters tank top gave her a palpable thrill — she was filled with an urge to show herself off more, to wiggler her ass for them, to squeeze her tits, to tug down her top and give them a look at her rock hard nipples. Her mind would race onwards, thinking of having their hands on her body, feeling them all over her, inside her. She couldn't get sex off her mind for a moment.

She'd managed to soldier on, returning her focus to her shopping chores, knowing she had to be a good girl and obey. She wasn't sure why it felt so good to make SirMaxx happy with her, but it did.

Without a bra to wear her breasts were swaying and bouncing with each step, even in such a tight top. It was certainly going to take some getting used to — if she couldn't get herself changed back soon, that is. Plus they were so sensitive — it was like she could feel the fabric of her top pressing back against the firm flesh and stiff nipples. It was even worse when they slid around inside the top. Needless to say, her buds stayed erect during the entire trip.

If the stares and comments weren't enough to mortify her, there was SirMaxx's list of toys for her to buy. There were things she'd never heard of before that trip, others that she hadn't realized came that large, and a couple she still didn't know what to do with. And the outfits he'd had her buy — she quivered just thinking about them. She'd hoped to find something more suitable to change into than her Hooter's top, but even after all the money she spent it was easily the most conservative piece of clothing that would fit her new figure.

But now, dropping the many bags on the floor just inside her door, her body was aching for release. It was nearly driving her mad, a telltale thumping heartbeat that she felt in her clitoris. All she had to do now was a quick email and she could cum and cum and then cum some more. Before she could compose her own message though, she found one waiting for her from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately.

"Jacquelyn; I trust if you're reading this you are back from shopping, and hopefully you've been a good girl and gotten everything on your list. I'll bet you want to cum quite badly by now. There is just one condition that I will place on that. You are allowed to orgasm but you must use the eight-inch dildo you bought today and you must do it outside. If you have a balcony or something similar that will be sufficient. Enjoy, my pet. I'm looking forward to chatting again soon. Now, go be a good girl."

She nearly screamed with frustration and shame. Outside?! Her needs were too great to complain or to wait. She tore into the packages, and ripped free the eight-inch rubber cock. It was particularly lurid; shaped and molded like a real cock and balls, complete with raised veins, but it was bright orange. Not exactly discrete, to say the least. Oh god, was she really going to do this? The realization that she was about to go out onto her roof deck in broad daylight in view of whoever might be watching and fuck herself silly with this thing only caused a hesitation of about two seconds.

She threw herself into one of her lounge chairs and wiggled her pants down around her ankles as fast as she could. Her lust became her entire world; if someone was watching she just didn't care. The dildo was a fair sight larger than her normal vibrator but her pussy was soaking wet and she had to have it right now. Still, she let out a deep aching moan as it pushed inside her. Her head rolled back in pure pleasure — even the pain felt good. She felt she'd been trapped in the desert for days and this was her first taste of water. After the first couple minutes, she was accustomed enough to the dildo's size to be driving it in and out of her cunt quickly and her speed was increasing minute by minute. Her thighs were spread wide and her free hand was kneading and squeezing her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples.

Her body moved in a blur — she couldn't get enough of the sensations. Soon, the dildo slick with her juices, she was able to reach her release. The orgasm had built up slowly, over hours really, and its release affected her entire body. She screamed out loud and it seemed like every muscle in her body was gripped by spasms. It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt by a wide margin — actually a serious of them, hitting her one after the other. When she was able to regain her breath and conscious thought, she found herself in quite a state. Her sweatpants were hanging on around one ankle and she'd pulled both of her breasts out of her top into the fresh air. They were pushed up and together by the neckline of the top, which was straining beneath its significant burden.

The realization of what she'd just done hit her with a wave of embarrassment and fear, and she scrambled back into her condo. She wondered if anyone had seen her (or heard her, but she wasn't really aware of how loud she'd been). A certain teenager was feeling very fortunate right about now and was uploading some amazing new digital photos to a voyeur website, but Jackie would never find out about that.

Back in her living room, Jackie tried to resolve her own actions in her mind. Before today, she'd gone days without sessions with Mr. Shakesalot, her vibrator. Today, she'd been driven to some very strange and non-typical behavior by these physical needs — not just wishes or desires, but palpable needs. She'd started by stripping at his request, she'd given him her name, her email address, she'd gone shopping and spent about $400 on the sex toys he said to, and about $800 more on some seriously kinky outfits. Now, she'd topped it all of with indecent exposure. As soon as she let her mind linger on the reasons, that feeling of pleasure she'd gotten — reading those words "good girl" from him, she could almost hear his voice say them to her — it made a certain kind of sense. It felt good to be a good girl, to make someone else feel good just by doing a couple things. And it made her feel so wonderful at the same time. But how could she go on this way?