Ask Properly · Part 2 (2/2)
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“I want you both to go to the ladies restroom and exchange underwear in the handicapped stall. I will order for us all as you get better acquainted. And please Lilly, do try to be respectful to Becky, she is my sister.”
I was totally appalled! I was expected to be respectful to this bitch! I was expected to go into a bathroom stall and exchange underwear with her. They both wanted me to put on her smelly bra and panties. The worst part about it was that although I was upset, I did exactly as told without a word of protest.
In the closed stall and empty restroom, Lady Rebecca dropped her slacks to the floor and step out of them. She wore taupe pantyhose over some kind of figure shaping boy legged suntan colored nearly opaque panty. Off came her boots followed by the pantyhose.
“I don’t think this is an appropriate activity for the two of us at our age, Becky.”
The slap was angled from below with the flat of her opened hand against my cheek. It was more surprise than painful and very humiliating. I stood there for a second in shock before grabbing my cheek and feeling a tear roll down my face.
“You will address me as Lady Rebecca or regret it! Now shut up and do as you are told. Strip!”
I pulled the dress off in a flash and stepped out of those horribly painful shoes. I could not imagine being gang raped by bikers worse than standing in front of her exposed without panties. She unhooked and removed her bright red sports bra and as she moved to assist me with mine I pulled back and volunteered to become topless for her amusement. After putting on her bra that cut into my flesh due to its tightness, her stare at my stockings was the only command for their removal.
“The garter belt is not necessary. Put on my pantyhose. When you are finished dressing, rejoin us for dinner. And if you forget you place again, I will not hesitate to remind you even in a crowded room.”
I stood there frozen as though about to be shot by a firing squad. She slipped my hose up her legs and after smoothing them out placed the tops under the nylon boy leg of the panty girdle. Half the lacey top of the stockings showed for all to see. After hooking my bra and covering herself with her top, she stepped into her ankle boots and walked out of the stall and the restroom carrying the slacks as if the opaque panty was completely modest. That’s when I began to cry. I stood there naked holding her nylons and bra sobbing for two or three minutes until a couple of ladies walked in the restroom and chattering away made use of the facilities. I clamed up and waited for them to leave, then quickly pulled the pantyhose on, slipped the dress over my body and with those horrid shoes back on my aching feet walked out to the table.
I was fully expecting, no hoping is the right word, to find Rebecca and probably Steward being walked out of the place perhaps even arrested. No one would for even an instant believe that thin undergarment was modest enough to wear without a covering. Why, you could see the out line of her pussy lips right through it! It was shameful! She had walked by at least three tables of diners and sat back in the booth. As I walked by I caught the eyes of at least two men and one woman looking at my legs with not the black stockings I had worn before, but those taupe pantyhose each leg of which had at the very least one run. I felt like I was the pervert! I thought about pulling off my heels and running full out for the door.
On the table were three large dinner salads and three glasses of wine white. Steward began to rise to let me return to my place between them, but a look from Rebecca stopped him. She slid out of the booth stepping into the aisle with the lacey tops of my black stockings partially tucked under that nearly invisible girdle thing. She made no attempt to cover herself while she stepped out taking her sweet time as though there was no audience to her indecency. As an addition to her private presentation to me in the stall, I could plainly see the developing wetness from her aroused pussy.
Slowly and cautiously sliding into the booth, I sat as close as possible to Steward. She stood there on display for almost a minute giving the men an eyeful and the women something to talk about. I prayed the manager would ask as all to quietly leave, but it was unanswered. Turning toward the other tables she smiled, then stepped boldly to the booth and slid in tightly next to me. You would think she had put on a show and expected applause.
“Try the wine, dear. We ordered it especially for you. Steward has asked me to watch while he rapes you tonight. He says you enjoy humiliation and can’t think of a better way then having his sister see you fucked. Now as to dinner, we are only having salad and wine; you will be blindfolded and gagged before we leave the table. By the way, I want my dress returned before you step outside. Now, place your hand on the calf of my leg and draw it up toward my waist slowly.”
It took a minute for the command to sink in because the idea of leaving a nice restaurant exposed, blind, and gagged was unfathomable. When I gently touched her leg and stroked her nylon covered body, I was reprimanded for being to fast and not affectionate enough. It took two minutes more of stroking her stocking before she took a deep breath and told me to eat. After a minute of eating the salad, I felt her hand caressing my inner thigh. I looked at Steward for support, but only received a smile. It was degrading being molested in public by another woman. God forgive me, it was very exciting as well!
We ate and drank in silence for a few minutes while Rebecca gently and sensuously molested my leg and required me to do the same to hers. I was getting more and more worried by the second wondering how I could possibly be lead blind and speechless through a busy restaurant stripped of my only modest garment. Then Steward spoke.
“Rebecca, I think you will find disrobing our sex slave in public a regrettable indulgence. We might end up explaining our actions at the local police station. Besides, we dine here often and you would probably find it uncomfortable to return after such a disgraceful display. I suggest Lilly voluntarily place the blindfold and gag on herself, then remove the dress and hand it to the valet.”
“Fine! We will do this outside! She can hand the valet a ten dollar tip. That should keep us out of jail and welcome again.”
“Really, I don’t feel comfortable doing any of this. Couldn’t we have sex in private like decent people?”
“It is not like you will be naked! You are wearing pantyhose and they provide some meager means of modesty. Besides the valet will get a kick out of it, tell all his friends, and the ten dollar tip should make it all right.”
I suppose in looking back, Steward was doing the only thing he could think of to prevent my walking through his favorite restaurant near naked. But at the time, I felt like the two of them were ganging up on me. The humiliating requirement was both disgusting and arousing and I could not determine my true feelings. Being ordered to strip in front of the hired help was more than I had ever fantasized. My own wet stop was beginning to emerge and Rebecca’s hand was moving further and further up my inner leg. I had been required to feel her lips and the wetness they were producing. I had never touched a woman like that before and thinking about what she would do and require me to do just made my arousal stronger and stronger.
Steward paid the check leaving a handsome tip and handing Rebecca the claim for the car excused himself to the restroom. Before we got up to leave, Rebecca gave me a tender kiss on the cheek then unhooked the bra she wore and slipped it out from under her top. She left it on the bench of the booth and walked out in front of me swinging her hips in that almost invisible undergarment. She did not make the slightest pretence that what she wore was anything less than totally modest. She took her sweet time letting others hand their tickets to the valets while we waited there for Steward.
“Let’s have the dress. I won’t allow you to simply pull it off at the last second and jump in the car. Everyone here is entitled to a good long look at you in your bra and pantyhose. Come on! I let you out of the building in it. You should be grateful for that. Give!”
I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I think until then, I hoped it was all just a joke. I looked around to see who would be looking at me. I looked for Steward, but he was not to be found. I realized I was shaking and that could only mean I was not going to escape. I reached for the hem and pulled the garment over my head. I heard a few muffled gasps and offered her dress back to her.
“No, dear! Give it to the valet with this and smile.”
I stood there for what seemed like forever. I think it would have been easier blindfolded. Steward finally came up to us and gave me more than the once over glance. All the men and most of the women waiting for their cars or getting out of their cars and going inside gave me a good look as well. When the car pulled up I gave the valet the ten dollar bill, the dress, and a smile. He grind like he had just ejaculated!
Before we had driven a block, Rebecca had the blindfold over my tearing eyes and after giving me a passionate kiss on and in the mouth placed the gag. My wrists were cuffed and locked in front of me and then she pulled the front of my bra until it popped off.
“Steward won’t be using a rubber tonight, but don’t worry about the goo.”
I was horrified at the thought of being sexually abused by a woman. I was also aroused beyond measure at the idea. I began to think she would demand the same action in return. Being bound, blind, and gagged, I decided I had no choice. I thought about what it was going to be like eating her pussy. I wondered what Steward would think or say. I wondered if I would long for more or hate it. I even asked myself how I would go about giving her pleasure.
We pulled into the drive. Steward opened the back door where we were both sitting. He pushed me back gently, tore open my pantyhose, and penetrating me stroked five maybe six times, then ejaculated. He left and I did not see him for a full week. Rebecca helped me into the house and his bed. She removed what little I was wearing including those damn tight shoes and tucked me into bed just as bound as I was in the car. Oh, she squeezed my tits a few times, pinched my butt once or twice, and kissed me good night on the cheek, but she sexually left me alone. I had some wild dreams. I vividly recall in one nightmare that she chewed on my clit till it bleed, but then I woke up unable to move realizing it was a dream and I was still helpless.
I awoke with a kiss on the cheek, the gag was pulled from my mouth, and the blindfold removed. She unlocked the cuffs and led me to the front door where I was thrown out carrying only my car and house keys.
“When you want sex with me, ask for it!”
The door was slammed shut as I stood naked in the cold predawn morning. Then I made a wild dash for my car parked across the street. I stuck the key in and unlocked the door then stopped. Leaving the keys, I turned around and slowly heel and toe walked back to the door with head held high. I knocked on the door.
“I would like to have sex with you, Becky.”
“Come back when you can ask properly!”
The door slammed again. I began to tear up and shake perhaps from the cold, but most likely from not knowing what to do. Then I decided how to do it properly. I dropped to my knees and kissed the threshold of her door. I waited until I was prepared to follow through without reservation. Three knocks and I waited some more. Finally, the door opened and I looked up at Lady Rebecca.
“Forgive me Lady Rebecca for my improper request. I would like to have sex with you, please.”
After slamming the door in my face, she had put on one of the black thigh high stockings. She placed her nylon covered foot in front of me and I began without hesitation to kiss and lick her toes. She pushed my face up with her foot and required me to lick the under side of the stocking covered toes and arch. After nearly a minute, she lowered her foot and pointed it toward the floor. I lowered my obedient head to continue licking, when she kicked me right in the teeth.
“You have my email address. Send me a list of what you are willing to do and are not willing to do and I will consider your proposition. No sex for you today.”
Then the door slammed. I knelt there getting colder by the minute being so humiliated for begging a queer woman for sex and worse for being turned away. Finally, I stood up and walked back to my car with little care who might see my nakedness in the dawn’s light. At least one old man did see me. As I sat in my car, he rode up on his bike, stopped, and looked in. Then he smiled and rode off.
Walking naked from the parking garage to my apartment door was more difficult than the short trip across the street. After all it was later and more people were about and these were people I knew and would probably see again. I was lucky to get inside my door with just a near miss of being discovered.
I wrote and rewrote a letter of apology and request for sex a dozen times. I gave myself till noon to get it sent. The final version was this:
Dear Lady Rebecca, My presumption that you would have intimate relationship with me was inexcusable. I leave the discipline for this act in your merciful hands.
Should you at some time in the future feel any interest in using my body for your pleasure, I would be grateful.
I only suggest that you leave me alive and without need for medical attention so you may enjoy my body, mind, and soul again and soon there after.
Your submissive, naked, devoted, sex slave, Lilly
My first thought was to sign it, Nancy, but the submissive idea of Lilly seemed better.
After I sent the email, I sat looking at the computer screen trembling and naked with tears in my eyes quietly muttering, “Oh, god, please, please, let her answer.”
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