BDSM Erotica Stories - Some bent to taste her – I had to provide more spoonfuls – much to their enjoyment and some just fingered her and scooped the juice into their mouths.
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I thought I would try something else with her today. I called her up. "Anna, be on the street corner in 15, bring a rucksack. I catch a reply from her just as I am hanging up. "What shall I wear, Sir?"...."That is unimportant. For once I will leave it up to you."
I suppose I had it in my mind that she would look like a hooker there on the corner with a bag over her shoulder but she was dressed in a fairly reserved manner. Long skirt and pretty blouse. It didn't matter. But it showed that she wasn't quite on the wavelength I expected.
"Get in." I told her. She did, smiling. I could tell she was wondering where we were going and was desperate to ask. She kept her questions to herself.
I drove for about half an hour, she recognised the area but still couldn’t work out what I had in store. This should be an easy one for her but I was interested to see how she reacted.
"We are going shopping – we are going to get you a couple of outfits." She smiled to herself and her eyes lit up. "One outfit I will choose for you – just everyday things that I like the look of and would like to see you in. The second, you must choose. I want it to be as slutty as possible. The more of a whore you look when wearing it, the better. Then once selected and paid for, I want you to change into it and wear it for the rest of our time out. I want to watch people look at you and I want you to see their reactions. What happens afterwards depends on how this works out."
We went round a few shops buying clothes that I liked the look of for her - just colours and styles that I thought would look good on her. There was nothing unusual about them. I bought more than one outfit for her. One long, straight, split skirt, one pair of jeans, a smart but sexy halter-neck top to go with the skirt and a low cut long sleeve T-shirt, patterned and decorated and very red!
I had never realised that she had difficulty with red. I knew she didn’t really wear the colour. I also knew she would look good in it. She was looking pleased but slightly uneasy at the same time. I asked her why and she admitted that she felt red was slutty and that she had red things in mind for the outfit she had to choose.
"Well you need to try harder then if you think that just buying red things will be slutty enough for what I want." I could tell she was nervous but excited at the prospect.
We trawled the shops – for a woman normally uninspired by shopping, she did seem to be enjoying this. My usual distaste for the activity was offset by the enjoyment I got from seeing her perform the task and how she was with me in public. Happy but deferential and clearly submissive to me without my ever having to exert control.
I enjoyed the thought of others looking at us and being aware that this – clearly was something different – this guy with a very attractive woman who seemed to be hanging on his every word and him seeming in control and not bored with being dragged round the shops as a husband or boyfriend would be.
We got her; red underwear – lacey bra and a skimpy thong, short black leather skirt which just about covered her arse, cropped leopard-skin print wrap-over blouse, short fake fur jacket with leather banding, white leather high heels with stainless steel stilettos and fishnet stockings.
I made her dress in all of it in the changing room of the last shop. She came out looking like the dirtiest slut imaginable. It wasn't how I saw her and it didn't entirely suit her but it was what I wanted. I smiled at her and reached up inside the back of her skirt and squeezed her arse.
"OK Anna how do you feel now?"..."Nervous, Sir." She answered. "Anything else?"..."Filthy, dirty and cheap."... "Good. You are all those things Anna."
We walked out of the shop – I made her walk in front slightly so that I could watch her and gauge other's reactions. Generally she received cold stares from the women and jaw-dropping or amused grins from the men.
"Let's go for a coffee and something to eat." I suggested. "Somewhere to show you off."
We ended up in a cheap burger place and I suggested we sit on the high stools at one of the bars lining the side wall opposite the booths. "Cross your legs – let's see how much attention we can get you!" I instructed her.
She did as she was told as she sat drinking her coffee. I wish now that I had made her have a milkshake or something that would have entailed her using a straw to add to the effect.
"I think I should treat you to something sweet. Do you like Ice Cream?" I asked. She replied that she didn't mind it. I ordered her one of the fancy ones they had in tall glasses with long handled spoons. When it arrived, complete with fizzing sparklers she laughed and blushed slightly at the the extra attention this was getting her.
“Go on then, eat it." I told her. She scooped small spoonfuls of the sweet and put them into her mouth, giggling when some of the melted ice cream ran down her chin.
A group of 5 younger guys – late teens, early twenties maybe, came in and sat in the booth opposite. They chatted and laughed and kept eyeing her as she ate.
I watched them and told her to uncross her legs and swing around slightly to face them. Then as she took the next spoonful of ice cream I took the spoon, pushed her legs apart, pulled her knickers to one side and pushed it into her cunt.
She jumped and let out a gasp, throwing her head back and sharply sucking her breath in through her teeth. The guys opposite were staring at the scene before them.
"Do you guys like Ice Cream?" I enquired, "want to try a real Knickerbocker Glory?" I grinned.
One of them smiled and walked over. "Have a taste and tell me if it needs more sauce" I said. "Or maybe you would prefer to add some sprinkles. Or crushed nuts!"
He knelt down in front of her stool. "Master?" She looked at me, appealing to me with her eyes. I shushed her. "Go ahead." I said, to him more than to her.
He pushed her legs wider apart and slipped a finger into her scooping out and tasting the melting ice cream. Clearly he enjoyed the taste because he went back for seconds – this time he was straight in with his tongue – not bothering to use his fingers.
"Save some for us!" One of his mates shouted and with this they formed a queue and waited their turn. Some bent to taste her – I had to provide more spoonfuls – much to their enjoyment and some just fingered her and scooped the juice into their mouths.
After a while the waitress came to take their order – they were all stood at this point, around Anna so the waitress could not see her and she was able to cover up.
The guys sat as she took their orders. I left the money with our bill, took Anna by the elbow as I nodded to them and left.
"You did well in there Anna. We will try something similar next time." I took her home loaded with the bags of clothes. She hurried to her door to avoid being seen by her neighbours dressed like the filthy tart she had often imagined being.
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