The clock read 17:55 when Elizabeth approached the road, wearing shoes and a light coat. Many people were driving home from work at that hour. Drivers ogled the woman standing alone. She caught the unmistakable looks of passing motorists. It seemed that everyone guessed she was wearing nothing beneath the coat.

Elizabeth knew this place. At night, street prostitutes usually stood here, offering their bodies. And although it was still far too early, most people clearly considered her one. The thought made the woman feel embarrassed. At the same time, her treacherously dripping pussy spoke of intense arousal at the fact. Elizabeth understood that this was exactly what the Master had intended: to put her in an awkward position, humiliate and arouse her.

Everything inside her cried out that she was a whore. Elizabeth’s large breasts bulged through the fabric, her nipples repeatedly rubbing against it, hardening and swelling. The cloak formed a deep décolletage, baring the hollow between her tits. Two buttons had been provided lower down along its length, left undone at that moment. The edges of the garment were held together by only two strips of velcro.

One careless movement—and the little cloak would fall open, exposing massive tits with large nipples and a smooth pussy gleaming with juice from a mile away. At home, Elizabeth herself had marveled in front of the mirror at how easily her outfit could come apart, humiliating its wearer. Yet that very realization only aroused the modest woman even more.

Her pussy was already squelching, informing its owner of her desire. Microscopic spasms could be felt down below, filling her with animal lust. All day long, right up until evening, Elizabeth had been doing everything she could to keep herself from frantically rubbing her cunt. She was strictly forbidden to do so. The Master had stated that she was to come to their meeting with an intense thirst for sex. Although he could not control it, she still did not dare disobey his command.

The woman glanced at the clock. 18-00. He still hadn’t arrived. Aroused, she stood there, shifting from foot to foot. The hem of her little cloak barely reached mid-thigh. Elizabeth felt hot little drops of juice trickling down them. Her cunt blazed with a bright flame. It seemed as though the breeze slipping beneath her outfit ought to cool her at least a little. But no — those caresses only heated her further, driving her into sexual madness. The minutes dragged by more and more slowly...

Fifteen minutes passed. The lust flooding her body had nearly made the woman lose consciousness. Everything contributed: the lack of masturbation, her provocative appearance by the road, and anticipation of what awaited her. An examination awaited her, a “test of obedience,” as Master had called it. She did not fully understand what they were going to do to her.

“It is time to take our Master/slave relationship to the next level. They would now leave the bounds of my home. I’ll open your mind and body to new members,” he declared mysteriously.

He also added that if the test proved too much for her, she could end it all by saying the safeword. But in that case, the meeting would be their last.

By 6:20 p.m., Elizabeth could barely stay on her feet. Her arousal had grown so intense that she even parted her lips and moaned softly, languidly. At last, a black SUV pulled up and honked at her. Master!

On trembling legs, she approached the rear door and opened it.

“Been waiting long? The traffic was terrible. I hope you haven’t lost your head from all the arousal yet,” he said, studying Elizabeth’s flushed face. “Is the bitch ready for her trial?”

When the woman settled into the back seat, the fasteners on her little cloak came undone, and the two halves fell apart. Master’s gaze briefly caught on her pussy, streaming profusely. It was as though she were answering his question. Even so, Elizabeth spoke up: “I am entirely at your disposal, Master.”

He gave a satisfied grunt, and they sped through the streets. The woman did not cover herself. All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind, but every one of them led to the sweet anticipation of the trial ahead.

The car pulled up beside an inconspicuous building and stopped.

“We’re here. Get out.”

Elizabeth obediently climbed out. She wanted to cover herself, to close the two halves of the little cloak again, but she saw no approval in the Master’s gaze and was too afraid to ask. Baring her naked cunt and large breasts, the woman hurried after him. Fortunately, there was no one nearby. The car was parked beside the entrance.

The man unlocked the massive iron door, letting Elizabeth in. After locking it behind them, they walked down the corridor and entered a spacious changing room. The place smelled of many men. On some of the benches lay other people’s belongings, while boots and socks were scattered across the floor. The sounds of a struggle and male voices carried from behind the wall.

“Strip” the Master commanded.

Obediently, she took off her little cloak and slipped out of her shoes. Now Elizabeth could watch herself naked in the large mirror. The forty-year-old woman looked very lush and sexy. Slim, toned, and in good shape. Her flushed cheeks betrayed a certain embarrassment mingled with lust. Large, size-four breasts, once firm but now slightly sagging, with large nipples. Her smoothly shaved pussy, so inviting, glistened with juice.

The Master also enjoyed the sight of his slave. He said: “This is where your test of obedience will take place. We’re in the wrestlers’ gym locker room right now. No one can come in here during training. Though those same traffic jams have put us a little behind schedule. But I’m not going to rush. We’ll be able to have all the fun we want here.”

Elizabeth looked fearfully at her Master. To find herself in the men’s locker room, with a group of men training on the other side of the wall ... She glanced once more in the mirror at her naked reflection. What a surprise it would be for them when they came back here after training. And considering that men’s voices could be heard from the gym, they would in turn be able to hear her moans...