Chapter 3

The hostess looked up when we approached, smiled and said, “Mrs. Morton! It’s good to see you again. You’re in luck. Your favorite table just opened up.”

We followed her to a table at the far corner of the deck. It’s right up against the railing and right out over the river. Laura said, “Thank you, Sara.”

As Laura was sitting down the hostess said, “Your waiter today is Danny. He’ll be right with you. Please let me know if you need anything.”

I started to sit in one of the seats facing the water but Laura said, “No. I want you to sit facing the deck. And as soon as you’re seated you are to spread your legs open until your knees are at least eighteen inches apart.”

Oh well. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Now all the diners seated around us are going to get to enjoy lunch and a show. When I spread my legs that far apart everyone around us will learn I’m not wearing panties. And the tables are made of glass. There will be plenty of light on the subject. I expect Danny is going to really enjoy waiting on us today.

I sat down and without looking at the diners seated around us I spread my legs apart as far as the arms of my chair would allow, which is apparently eighteen inches, give or take an inch. I sat there staring at nothing until Laura said, “Smile. Smile and look around. I want everyone who sees you to know you’re exposing you cunt on purpose you little slut.”

You’d think she’d be embarrassed to be seen sitting with a woman sitting this way and obviously doing it on purpose to put her pussy on display. But she looks like she’s having a great time. As hard as it is to believe I’m even more embarrassed than I was all morning at the office walking around and flashing my pussy at all my co-workers. And then it got worse. Our waiter approached our table and it’s obvious from his expression and his bright red flush that he knows what’s going on under our table. He placed our menus on the table in front of us and said, “It’s nice to see you again Mrs. Morton. What can I get you ladies to drink?”

Before I could respond, Laura answered, “Two Long Island iced teas please, Danny. How are you doing? Keeping up with your studies?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m already arguing with my parents. They want me to start applying to law schools. First of all, I need a break. I’ve been working my butt off for four years. But more than that, I never really felt any desire to follow in my dad’s footsteps. Because most of my dad’s friends are lawyers, too, I know far too many lawyers and to be perfectly honest, with a few exceptions, I really have a problem with the way they think. They don’t seem to think like normal people.”

Laura chuckled and replied, “I have always thought that, too.”

Throughout their conversation Danny has been glancing down through our glass top table to enjoy the view of my exposed pussy. As he started to turn away to get our drinks she said, “If you think she has a nice pussy you should see her tits. They’re only a B cup but they’re firm and perfectly formed. I haven’t tasted them yet but I’m sure they’re delicious.”

As impossible as it seemed, Danny’s face achieved an even darker shade of red. And then she added, “If you get a break before we leave come and see me. I hear my new friend is an excellent cocksucker.”

“Y-y-yes, ma’am!” he managed to stutter before hurrying off with the towel he’s carrying hanging down over his obvious erection.

Laura turned to me and asked, “You don’t mind, do you? He’s a very handsome young man and it appears he has a very nice cock.”

I sighed, shrugged and said, “It doesn’t really matter. I’ve already resigned myself to doing pretty much everything I’m told to do for the foreseeable future. And you’re right, by the way. I’m no Linda Lovelace but there were a couple of times yesterday when I ended up with the head of a cock in my throat. It was unpleasant and I much prefer giving a regular old blowjob. But the truth is I have gotten to be a much better cocksucker in the last couple of days.

“It wasn’t hard for me. I’ve always enjoyed sucking my husband’s cock. I enjoyed it even more once I got accustomed to the bitter taste of semen. After that long day of rapes to which I was subjected yesterday, however, I believe it’s fair to say my ability to suck a cock has reached a new level.”

Laura shook her head and said, “I admire your attitude but I must admit you’re taking some of the fun out of it.”

“Sorry. I’ll try to be less open when discussing my feelings about being blackmailed into sexual slavery.”

She lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Was that sarcasm?”

“No, ma’am. That was an honest answer.”

“You are definitely a unique young woman. The better I get to know you the more you fascinate me.”

I chuckled and replied, “I’ve never been called unique before. Well, my husband thinks I’m special. But he has to. It’s one of a husband’s jobs.”

“I believe you said your husband is taking your new life well?”

I shrugged and said, “So far. But it only started yesterday. I don’t know how long it will take for the novelty to wear off.”

“What happens then? What will you do if he tells you it has to stop ... or else?”

“I guess I’ll go to prison. If he tells me to end it then I’ll end it. I worry about how all this kinky sex is going to affect the way he feels about me. So far so good. But I know guys well enough to know that they’ll only put up with just so much. I’m terrified of going to prison but I’ll let them do that to me before I’ll drive a permanent wedge between me and the man I adore. He isn’t just a ‘good’ husband. He’s perfect. He would and he does do anything for me. I’d do anything to please him.”

“Do you really think Rick would send you to prison?”

“Yeah. And I wouldn’t blame him. When I found out about that audit and how much it cost him ... if I were in his shoes I’d put me in prison.”

Our waiter finally returned with our drinks. He set them down and apologized for the delay. He explained that there’s a large gathering inside, mostly men but also a few women who just completed a one-week seminar on the air force base on the other side of town. Things at the bar are pretty hectic at the moment.

He took our food orders and said, “The partiers aren’t eating so there won’t be a delay for the food.”

All through his brief explanation I watched his eyes. He’s talking to Laura but his eyes constantly flitted back and forth between my exposed pussy and my breasts which Laura called his attention to when he was taking our drink orders.

As soon as he walked away Laura chuckled and exclaimed, “Man! He wants you bad!”

I grinned and replied, “Gee, I wonder why.”

Our food came quickly and it was every bit as good as the reviews said it is. I’m definitely going to have to come back here with Perry.

Laura paid for our lunch and we stood up to leave. On the way out she spotted someone she knew sitting with another man at a table just this side of the door. She guided me over to his table and they greeted each other warmly. Her friend introduced us to his companion and Laura guided me into the small space between the two men and said, “This is Rick’s new toy.”

That was apparently all the permission her friend needed. He smiled at me and I felt his hand begin sliding up my leg as he said, “Nice ... very nice. Please tell Rick I’ll give him a call later. I always enjoy playing with his toys.”

They chatted for a few minutes. In that time her friend’s hand discovered I’m not wearing underwear. He didn’t seem disappointed. Laura finally said, “It was nice talking to you, Phil. I look forward to seeing you later. We’ve got errands to run. Rick’s new handwarmer needs an entirely new wardrobe. Apparently she wasn’t aware of how a toy should dress. Later.”

It took a long moment to separate myself from Phil’s big paw but we finally made it out to the parking lot. We got into her car and as we were leaving the parking lot she said, “I’m not all that familiar with Spruill Avenue. You’re going to have to tell me how to get to Patricia’s Closet. I’ve never heard of it. Don’t they advertise?”

I shrugged and said, “I’ve never seen an ad for their store. Perry told me he saw some interesting ads in the paper. I guess I missed them. As a general rule ads for lingerie don’t catch my eye. And someone Perry works with told him about the interesting shopping experience he and his wife had there. Judging by the clothes we saw when we went there I can’t believe most of their customers don’t work in the sex trade. We saw a lot of clothes I’m certain a woman couldn’t wear on the street without getting arrested.”

She chuckled and replied, “Sounds like a fun place to shop. Especially when you’re shopping for someone you enjoy humiliating.”

I sighed and said, “You’re exactly right. I’ve already shocked a lot of women at work. I have a feeling I’m not going to have a lot of friends there.”

“Aw, who wants to be friends with a bunch of stodgy old broads anyway?”

“It isn’t so much that I worry about not having friends. I just hate pissing people off if I can avoid it. But I guess I can’t avoid it. What I do, what I wear and who I do are all options I no longer have.”

“If you think about it, Tam, a situation like that sets you free. You can feel free to enjoy things, sexual situation for instance, just like a man does. You don’t have to worry any longer about what people think of you. You don’t have to worry about anything. All your important decisions are being made for you now.”

She turned onto Spruill and I directed her to Patricia’s Closet just a couple of blocks down the street. Spruill isn’t as busy as it used to be. The city has slowly moved on leaving Spruill behind. Probably for that reason we had no trouble finding a parking spot in front of the store.

We were greeted by a very attractive young salesgirl when we entered. Laura sent me to get a cart and meet her at the beginning of the first aisle. While I was doing that she went to talk to the salesgirl.

I looked around while I was waiting. There are several women and much to my surprise I also see four couples wandering the aisles of sexy clothes. When Perry and I came in here to buy my sexy little dress we didn’t actually see much of the clothing on display. We stopped to tell a salesgirl what we were shopping for and she led us to the rack with the dress we ended up buying. I’m a little nervous about shopping here but I’m actually anxious to see what else they have on all these racks of sexy clothing.

After several minutes Laura came over and said, “Hang on a minute.”

I saw no reason to wait but mine is not to reason why. I noticed the salesgirl going around to the other customers roaming the aisles and speaking with them briefly. I turned to Laura and asked, “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

She just smiled and said, “Be patient.”

After several more minutes had passed the salesgirl approached us. She smiled at Laura and said, “No one has a problem with it. I knew they wouldn’t but I felt like I had to check. Let me know if you need any help.”

She returned to her place at the cash register and Laura said, “Remove your dress and hang it over the handle of your cart so that it doesn’t get mixed in with our selections.”

I guess that explains the wait. I removed my dress, draped it over the handle of my cart and asked, “Are you going to get me arrested?”

“She asked everyone in the store if they’re okay with it. And she said she would warn anyone who comes through the door about you.”

I still have misgivings about being naked in a store. Laura, who of course is fully dressed, is unconcerned. She led the way to the first rack on the first aisle and our shopping began. The place is no Walmart, thank god, but it’s a surprisingly large store. I’m uncomfortable about being naked in a store but the twenty or thirty customers are all spread out. It isn’t like there’s a horde of horny men gathered around staring at me. In any case, the bottom line is still that I have no say in the matter. I’m a sex slave. Slaves don’t get to say no.

I’m just here to push the buggy. After asking my size Laura did all the shopping. I was shocked, but not so much by how revealing the garments she’s selecting are. I’m shocked that she seems to be trying to fill up my walk-in closet! We hadn’t gone down three whole aisles before she filled up our cart. I thought we’d quit then but she had me push the cart up and park it near the cash register. Then she ordered me to get another cart!

I tried to talk her down but either she’s having too much fun or this was Mr. Morton’s plan, I don’t know which. But these clothes are expensive. I’m in this situation because of all the money I cost Mr. Morton. This really doesn’t feel right. I tried to explain that to Laura but she just smiled and said, “I’m having fun. Come on, get another cart and let’s take up where we left off.”

For the longest time we’ve been pretty much alone on our aisle. We occasionally see other customers in the area but not on the same aisle we’re on. That began to change. Some of the other customers began to check out the racks near us. Mostly it was the couples. I suppose the wives felt they owed this to their guys for taking them shopping. But there were also a few lone women shoppers closing in. After a while they finally gave up the pretense of shopping in the area and just enjoyed the show I’m putting on. I’m not surprised about the men but I certainly never expected to attract so much attention from other women.

I quietly asked Laura if she was surprised by the number of women gathering nearby. She said, “I suppose they feel safe in here. These clothes are all about sex but the store itself doesn’t have a sexual atmosphere. I don’t know. I failed my Psych class.”

By the time we finished browsing every aisle the second shopping cart was overflowing. I tried several times to convince Laura to restrain herself but she ignored me. I have mixed feelings about the garments she has selected. There’s no question they’re all beautiful and super sexy. I know I’ll look hot in them. But the thought of wearing all those revealing outfits to the office! I suppose I’ll get used to it eventually but I can’t imagine the few remaining friends I have at work will have anything to do with me after a couple days of dressing like an expensive call girl and flashing my tits and pussy everywhere I go.

Before we went back to the cashier Laura had me try a few of her selections on. We’d be here all night if I tried them all on. She must have picked out close to fifty very expensive dresses for me. And I don’t think more than one or two of them cost less than one hundred dollars!

“We’ll head back to the office so you can pick up your car after we check out. Then I’ll follow you to your house so you can try on as many as you can before I can’t stay awake anymore. I’m dying to see how you look in them.

“I going to have to come back here and shop for me. I saw a lot of outfits I thought were very hot. I know Rick would love to have me dress that way more often. I may not be as sexy as you are but I think I’ve held up pretty well. I don’t doubt wearing those dresses will make me feel ten years younger.”

It took that poor cashier forever to ring up all our selections ... or I should say Laura’s selections. I thought a lot of the dresses she selected were beautiful and I know I’ll look hot as hell in them. But I know it’s going to take me a long time to get used to dressing like that. Two days of rape and sexual harassment hasn’t changed the fact that I’m still a basically conservative person, though I can’t deny that conservatism has taken one hell of a hit. On the other hand, there’s no doubt in my mind Perry is going to love these new outfits. He’s been trying for quite a while to get me to spice up my wardrobe. Laura has certainly seen to that! Most of my new outfits are only just barely street legal.

After Laura paid for my new clothes we went out to her car. It’s a good thing we were able to park close to the store. It took us two trips to get all the large plastic shopping bags into the trunk of her car. She drove back to the office and she followed me to our house. After unloading her trunk and carrying all the bags to the bedroom Laura started undressing and said, “Get out of that dress and let’s take a shower to freshen up a little.”

It’s easy to see where this is going. What amuses me is that thanks to the time I spent with Mrs. Ward this morning I’m more than fine with it. Laura is a very attractive woman and in the short time we’ve spent together this afternoon I think we’ve already gotten to be friends, or at least as close to friends as a slave can be with her mistress. I flashed her a smile and said, “Your wish is my command.”