5 comments/ 70932 views/ 5 favorites Can You See Me Now By: dweaver999 It made perfect sense, of course. Degrasi Publications, the premier publisher of high quality sexual magazines, set aside National Nude Day as a paid holiday for its staff. Valerie Burbon, their recently hired advertising coordinator, had told her Master, Charles Vanquil, that as soon as she knew. It was seven weeks since her hand fasting ceremony to Sally, the love of her life, and 12 weeks since she first met Charles and began that wonderful odyssey of submission. She fingered the silver alloy collar around her neck, the public symbol of her submission to Charles, that she had been wearing since that ceremony. The small slug that marred the 'f' in the word 'of' had remained there, a visible reminder of the love she had for Francine Traline, her hurting friend. Val turned her mind from the past and focused on the future, the very near future. Tomorrow was National Nude Day, and her Master had plans for her. She was under orders to come to his mansion after work and expect to be under submission for the next 24 hours. Her pussy tingled as her imagination tried to conjure just what would be required of her. He was always unpredictable in some way. Today, for example, she had been ordered to wear something very conservative to work, covering as much of her body as possible. Erica, Master Damien's slave, and Degrasi's receptionist, had given her a quizzical look at the uncharacteristic covering. Both of them were in the habit of displaying their charms, because they enjoyed it and their Masters expected it. "Valerie. Good grief girl, I can't even see your collar. Tsk, tsk," Erica had admonished. "Orders, Erica, you little slut. I'm under orders to cover as much as possible. I don't know why, but Master was very clear." "Ooo. You are in for something special then. It's a thing Masters have. I wish I could see." "Maybe you can. We sometimes film our scenes. If we do, would you like a copy?" "Oh God, yes! I can watch it, get all hot and bothered, and make myself suffer for Master Damien," she squealed in response. "I'll ask my Master. Got to get to work." It was the afternoon now and Valerie had only a little work left to do She was going over an ad that The Leather Palace had submitted for inclusion in some of the company's magazines. It was actually a series of ads, specifically targeted to each of four magazines. There was an ad for leather items in general intended for Leather Digest, an ad for leather clothing for Second Skin (the magazine featuring all types of alternative skin tights, leather, latex, rubber, etc.), one geared towards whips and restraints for Mastering Magazine, and another for tack and harness gear for inclusion in The Pony's Paddock. She was glad to see that the series of meetings she had scheduled three weeks ago had borne fruit. The company was paying attention to the specific magazines whose readers would likely be interested and targeted the types of interest. She made a few slight modifications that would make the ads stand out amongst a page full of ads and emailed the changes to Mark, their graphic artist. Her work done for the day, she decided to knock off half an hour early and left the building. She traded little whipping motions with Erica, who was on the phone and walked to her car. Before pulling out, she called Sally Thatcher, her lover and life partner. "This is Sally." "Hi lover. I wanted to call before I headed over to Master's for the day." "Val! I love you honey. Has Master let you know what you're in for tonight and tomorrow?" Sally also submitted to Charles, as well as dominated Valerie at times. "No. He's been very secretive, as usual. My imagination has me incredibly aroused. I really can't wait. What have you got planned for the next day or so?" "Robert and I are going to Mephisto's tonight. It's No Pain Wednesday and we want to give a demo on full body bondage. Robert's going to saran wrap me tonight and then torture me with denial - of course." "God, you two are going to have so much fun. Don't cum once for me." "I won't. You'd better get going. He'll be expecting you soon." "Bye, Sally. I love you." "I love you too, Val. Enjoy yourself." Putting her cell away, she started the car and left the lot, turning towards Charles' mansion. Charles Vanquil was a successful investment broker who had built up a personal fortune as well as fortunes for many a client. This allowed him to have an extensive dungeon area in the basement of his mansion. He and his submissives played there often. Although Valerie had not seen all of them there since her initiation. She had since learned that full attendance was rare and saved for special occasions, such as initiations of new members. After entering the grounds through the remotely opened gate, she parked and walked to the front door. Herman, the butler (though that was hardly an adequate job description) let her in. "Miss Valerie. Master Charles is waiting for you in the study." "Thank you Herman." "Have you eaten ma'am?" "Not since lunch. Master will most likely decide if and what I'm eating." "Very good miss. If you remember the way, I'll see about dinner." "Yes I do. Thank you." Val walked to the study. The subtly elegant room was home to several of her submissions to Charles, including their first encounter. She smiled fondly at the remembrance of being held against the arm of the sofa and being hand fucked by Charles. It had been her first experience with even the mildest form of bondage and submission. Charles was waiting for her in his favorite chair. Val walked over to him and knelt on the rug at his feet. To all appearances, he ignored her, though she knew that wasn't the case. He routinely made her wait in silence, knowing it was one of the hardest things she could be ordered to do. Her standing orders were to kneel at his feet, immobile and silent whenever she was with him, until he acknowledged her. He made her wait a full ten minutes. During that time, her breathing had become shallow and quick, her nipples had hardened and she could feel pussy juice dripping down her legs. She had gotten better at this over the weeks. It used to drive her to tears after just five minutes, but now she could wait ten before her eyes flooded. "Valerie, how was your day?" "Master. It was a good day. Several companies are taking my suggestions to heart and improving their ads and I got to watch Erica torture herself with clothes pins on orders from Master Damien." "Did you participate any?" "No Master. She was under orders not to be touched by anyone." "Tomorrow, we'll be playing in public, celebrating National Nude Day. For tonight, I want you to go up the second bedroom and change into the clothes that are lying on the bed, all of them." "Yes, Master." Valerie went upstairs to the bedroom that she normally slept in when she stayed overnight. On the bed that she had frequently been bound to were several articles of clothing, some very surprising. She was almost never permitted to wear under garments and when she was, they were never much of a concealment. This time, not only were there bra and panties set out for her, they were full coverage. The bra would cover the entirety of her breasts and leave no hint of the areolas and nipples. The panties were solid, extending from waist to upper thigh, again, leaving no hint of what was covered. She stripped her work clothes off and donned the under things, feeling self conscious at the unfamiliar feeling of being so covered. It was then that she noticed the key and the envelope it sat on (previously covered by the panties). Opening the envelope with her name on it, she read additional instructions, written in his own hand. "Valerie, you will need to remove all four cuffs and your collar to dress as I wish. Once you are dressed, put them back on and bring the key with you. You must hurry. If your symbols of ownership are off of you for more than five minutes, you will be punished. Master." Valerie looked at the remaining clothes she had to don. They consisted of a pair of black leather pants that seemed designed to extend down to below her ankles. She could tell, holding it against herself that it would be extremely tight. The shirt, more like a jacket, was similarly all covering and intended to be form fitting. A zipper was part of both, and it took very little time to realize that the top and bottom were designed to attach. Her hands and feet were to be enveloped in a pair of matching gloves and soft boots. The last part of the outfit was a black leather hood. Clearly, she would be unable to put all her cuffs and collar back on until she had donned everything. Only the zipping could wait until after she had placed her gifts back on herself. Sitting in the edge of the bed, she contemplated how she would proceed, and then had a flash of inspiration. Taking the key, she quickly unlocked the five items and placed them on the bed. The pants were pulled over her feet and the lower legs smoothed into place. Without pulling the rest of the pants up, she took the boots and pulled them on, smoothing them against the legs of her pants. The jacket was next. Again, she pulled the sleeves up until her wrists were covered and then put the gloves on without finishing the jacket. The hood was next. Pulling it over her head, she pulled her hair through the ponytail hole in the back and smoothed it against her face and neck, pressing the Velcro strip closed. A quick pull of the jacket showed that it's collar would not reach over where her silver collar would go. Satisfied, she replaced all five items, locking them closed about her neck and limbs. Glancing at the clock, she saw that the whole process had taken three and a half minutes. The remaining work with the pants and jacket took ten minutes to complete. The leather fit her like a second skin. The feel of the grain against her skin was arousing. She could feel her nipples pushing against the thick fabric of the bra, which prevented anything from showing. Her pussy was starting to lubricate, the juices soaking into the material of the panties. Once done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Except for her eyes and lips, no skin showed at all. Other than the silver of her collar and cuffs, she was totally black, a sheen from the light reflecting off of the leather exterior covering her. Once the eye coverings and the gag attachment were added to the hood, only the openings of her nostrils would give any clue as to what the person encased inside the leather looked like. She took the key and descended to the study once again. She knelt before Charles again, presenting the key with up stretched hands. He took it and placed it in his shirt pocket. "Very good, Valerie. Only three and a half minutes out of your collar. Are you curious about what is to happen tonight?" Valerie had figured that Master had used the same system that was used to monitor her safety in the bedroom the first time she had submitted to him, so many weeks ago. She answered, "Yes Master. I am very curious." "You will have to wait and see. First, however, dinner." He reached out and attached a leash to the ring that made up the 'o' in the 'of' in the name plate of the collar. The plate had the words "Valerie, slave of Master Charles" engraved in it, with the word 'of' in the very center of the plate. He led her by her leash to the dining room. Only one chair was present. Charles sat in it. Valerie, knowing what was expected, knelt beside his chair. She placed her hands behind her back. He ate his meal, homemade chicken pot pie with a side of Caesar salad, feeding Val from his plate. Not a word was spoken between them until the meal was finished. Once done, he attached the eye covers to the hood and inserted a ball gag attachment. Both the additions were secured by Velcro. A rubber ball was placed in her left hand (this was her safe word alternative when unable to speak). "Come Valerie, we're going to the dungeon. You will have to negotiate the stairs blindfolded." Unable to speak, she simply nodded. He led her to the stairs, letting her know that they were at them and that the handrail was on her right. By carefully feeling her way and holding the rail, she was able to safely reach the basement floor. Once there, they went to the large dungeon area at the end of the hall. Charles led her to a corner she had never played in before. Her familiarity with the dungeon was not good enough to recognize that she was in the corner with the iron maiden. "Valerie, do you know where we are?" She shook her head. "I'm going to put you in the iron maiden." Valerie groaned in fear and started to shake her head. She could feel her heart race with panic. She had never seen the inside of the maiden before and could only imagine the deadly spikes that real maidens contained (they were devices of execution, not torture). In her mind, she knew that this one would not be the lethal version common to medieval dungeons, but her emotions were not listening. She dropped the ball, taking a step back. Charles put one hand against her back and another on her shoulder. "Yellow light?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Stand here." He took the gag out so she could respond to his questions. She heard the screech of the coffin like device opening. Her hand was taken and pressed against the inside of the front. She felt a rough surface, but nothing sharp. Her hand was moved to a smaller area above. She reasoned it was the head. The inside here was smooth. "Do you understand? The maiden is not dangerous, merely unpleasant. The leather will protect you from injury. There is nothing at the head to even touch you." "Yes, Master. I'm still very frightened. May I ask how long I will be inside?" "All night." "Must I Master?" "Unless you red light, yes, you must. I know that you can do this. I promise, there won't even be any marks in the morning. Now, feel here, on the left." He took her hand and she felt a strange shape. It took a moment to realize that it was a large tube at where her left hand would be, that the ball could fall down. She felt around the outside and found a similar hole. "So I can safe word, Master?" "Yes, Val." "And someone will be watching, all night?" "Of course. In fact, I have two people scheduled to be here at any one time." "Okay, Master. I'll try to last the night. I'm still scared, but the panic is gone." "I'm proud of you. Okay, gag again." He put the gag back in and returned the ball to her left hand. He gently backed her into the maiden and positioned her left hand at what the others called the emergency tube. She could feel a multitude of studs, for the lack of a better word, press up against her body. Only her head was untouched. The head rested on something soft (foam rubber it turned out). The screech of the lid closing turned her fear back on and she moaned into her gag as she felt the studs in the front press into her. Her head was again pressed into foam, except for an inch round area circling her nose. She could feel fresh air with each breath and reasoned that there must be a grill there. Her entire body, except her left hand, was pinned in place. The studs were extremely uncomfortable, but not painful. There was a claustrophobic feeling starting in her mind, as the gentle crushing of the maiden pressed in on her. "Valerie. If there is any pinching or other true pain, drop the ball," she heard. Feeling no pain or pinching, she held onto the ball. She heard the sound of footsteps moving both away and nearer. She assumed that her Master had left and the watchers had arrived. She took slow breaths, trying to stay calm and push the claustrophobia back. She moved her left hand a bit, finding a place she could rest the ball to keep it from falling accidentally, but allowing her to move it quickly to the hole in the event of trouble. Time passed slowly. The constant pressure and immobility combined to keep her awake for what seemed like an interminable time. Itches had the audacity to make themselves felt. So tightly held was she, that she could not even shift to relieve them. Twice, she heard the receding and approaching footsteps of the watchers changing guard. Valerie woke up. She was being squeezed on all sides by spikes, pressing in on her body, piercing her flesh. She tried to struggle, but only her left hand could move. When it did, she felt something fall out of it and roll away. As it did, she remembered where she was. It was safe. They were studs, not spikes. The clasps of the maiden sounded very loud as they opened. The pressure released and she almost fell forward. Then the voice of the woman she loved, Sally. "Val, are you all right? Is this a red light?" Val shook her head. "Yellow light?" Val shook her head again. "Not red or yellow?" She nodded. "Ah, you woke up and didn't remember where you were." Val nodded, sheepishly. "I need to put you back in again, okay?" Val nodded yet again. Sally replaced the ball and backed her back in and reclosed the lid. Once again there was the pressure and the studs. It was not as bad this time, knowing what to expect. She repositioned her left hand and waited, falling asleep again. She was woken by the screech of the lid opening. Strong hands caught her as she tried to fall. Charles' voice greeted her. "Good morning Val. Are you ready for nude day?" Val nodded her head. Then she felt the pressure in her belly and crossed her legs to show the need that suddenly made itself felt. "Yes, that's not a surprise. Come with me." The leash clicked on and she was led to the toilet. Her hands were clipped behind her and she felt the zipper being undone. Her pants were pulled down and she was gently pushed onto the seat. Her blush was hidden be the hood as she relieved herself before him for the first time. He cleaned her off and pulled her pants back up, attaching them to the jacket again. He led her upstairs and into the dining room. Once she was sitting in a chair, he removed the eyepieces and the gag, and released her hands. She saw that it was already after 9 AM. "So Val, how did you like our iron maiden?" "I don't think I like it Master. Of course, I did enjoy pleasing you. I don't think I would ask for it any time soon." "Honest. I've always liked that about you," he chuckled. "Did you know that Marcia actually enjoys being confined in it? Sally has red lighted it every time I've brought her to it." "I'm sorry about the first panic. I knew it wouldn't be dangerous, but my emotions just went wild." "What have I said about apologizing for using your safe words?" "That I'm not to do so. They are there for a reason. I can't help it. Especially when, in retrospect, I shouldn't have needed to." "As long as you don't abandon them, I'll be happy. Now eat up, we'll be out all day." The omelet, English muffin and orange juice went down well. After breakfast, Charles led her to his car and they headed out into the city. She remained in the total covering, including the hood. She was a little confused as to how one celebrated nude day by showing no skin, but figured Master had a plan. Their first stop was Blackstone Mall. It was 10:30 and the lot was packed. In the nine weeks since she had been publicly outed as a submissive, she had grown used to the stares and whispers that her obvious signs of enslavement evoked. So, appearing in a hood was not a major problem. He clipped her hands in front of her, but let the leash off. They entered the mall and strolled about, seemingly with no specific destination in mind. The reactions she was getting were not what she was used to. Many of the people were smiling and giggling at her as they passed. There were a lot less frowns and looks of disapproval than normal. A few people even waved or gave her thumbs up signs. Fifteen minutes later, she saw why. Victoria's Secret was packed. Then she remembered. VS was having a National Nude Day sale. The ads indicated that all the sales people would be nude or modeling some 'as good as nude' lingerie. Most of the people present would be those who had no problems with sensual displays. Can You See Me Now Charles led her into the risqué store and she saw that the ads were not lying. There were five very busy and very nude ladies attending to customers. Not surprisingly, about half the people in the store were guys, most making no attempt to even look like they were buying anything. Numerous women customers were trying on this and that piece without bothering to use a changing room. There was a subdued aura of sexuality in the air. It was clear that the order of the day was fun. Apparently, mall security had decided to ignore what went on inside the store. Ads covered all the windows and displays shielded the doorway from the nudity inside. It seemed that as long as the 'festivities' stayed out of the main mall, they would be tolerated by the management (the potential for sales at other stores played a part as well). Then a familiar voice sounded out. "Valerie, Charles. How wonderful to see you here!" Fred and Daphne, dominants that had bought Valerie at her first slave auction at Mephisto's, came over. Daphne picked up where her husband left off. "Charles, that is so cute, overdressing Valerie on this, of all days. Pray tell, is she going to stay this way?" "Oh, I think she'll be more appropriately dressed by the end of the day. How is your new slave working out?" "She's such a doll. Can't stand to be with a woman, so of course, we insist on a regular basis. I'm not sure if the tears she sheds are from distress or joy. What to you think Val?" Fred was well aware of Valerie's own discomfort at lesbian sex, a problem that she still had with anyone except Sally. "Master Fred, Mistress Daphne. I suspect that it's a little of both. That's what it was for me. I hated it and loved being forced into it." Daphne reached up and stroked Val's face through the leather, causing her to shudder. "Yes, I remember that so well. Would you like that experience again?" Val took a deep breath, gulping. "Yes, if Master permits." Charles responded to the exchange, "Perhaps a weekend trade in the near future?" "We would love to. We should make sure our slave is trained properly before then. How about we give you a call in a couple of months?" "I look forward to it. Now, Valerie, you are a little overdressed. Remove your gloves." He unclipped her hands to allow her to do so. "Yes Master." Val eased the gloves down under her wrist cuffs and took them off. Her hands glistened with a sheen of perspiration. Her hands began to cool as the air washed over them. Her hands were clipped again. They took their leave from the couple and left the mall, returning to the car. The drive took them across town to The Castle Superstore. Valerie brightened at the chance to see her friends Rachael and Giggy. The store looked even busier than VS was. Inside, the place was packed. It soon became apparent that, while the lesbian couple was here, a social call would be out of the question. While no one was naked in the store, many were in various shades of near nudity (Castle's policy was firm, even on this day, to avoid any chance of being seen as a low class sex shop). Most of the business was centered in their lingerie area, allowing Val and Charles to browse the fetish section. "What do you think of these, Val," Charles asked, holding a pair of clover style nipple clips. Valerie had never experience these before, though she had seen them on Surmi's nipples. Designed to tighten with pressure, they left impressive marks. "They look very painful, Master." "Yes they are. Would you like to wear them for a while?" "I... whatever pleases you, Master." "Ah, straight answer Val. Yes or no. Would you like to wear them?" Valerie sighed, caught. "Yes, Master, I would." Valerie did not like pain, but loved submitting to it. She would constantly push her limits when it came to pain. "Very well. Take your jacket off." She removed the jacket with some difficulty, since her hands were left bound this time. The zipper connection had to be undone with tension from undulating her body. The resulting moves were incredibly sexy and drew several stares by the time she had finished. She had to continue the gyrations to slip the jacket's tight leather over her shoulders, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. By the time she had the jacket off and hanging on her arms, blocked by the cuffs, a dozen people had come over to stare openly, another two dozen looking more discreetly from a distance. Valerie understood what was going to happen now. Over the course of the day, she was to be revealed more and more. As it was, the vicious scars on her back, the result of a safe word violation, were drawing stares and whispers. Outside of the BDSM community, few ever saw them in their entirety, though their presence had been part of her outing nine weeks ago. They proceeded to the checkout and encountered Rachael there. "Val, Charles. Good of you to come in. Is this all?" "Yes. Something new for my little submissive." "Val, you're going to love to hate these. Giggy begs for mercy every time I pull them out." The large woman at the other register looked and then nodded her head vigorously. After they had paid, Charles released the wrist cuffs just long enough to free the jacket, led Val out and they took off for the next destination. He drove them to the downtown area, straight to the parking facility for Branford and Gashune Agency, Valerie's former work place. She smiled at this choice, actually looking forward to flaunting herself at her former employers. They had fired her the day after she had been outed, in spite of her superior skills as an ad exec. "Master, can I remove my pants here?" "No, I don't think so. Do remove your boots, though. I need to see someone here. There's something I have been waiting to do for nine weeks. Come, I think you'll enjoy this." Leaving the clover clips, they exited the car and walked to the lobby. Valerie stood straighter, prouder, displaying herself, especially her scars, for all to see. Lilly Amberhurst was there, working her temporary job as main receptionist until the regular girl was back from maternity leave. They exchanged waves, but continued on to the elevators. He pressed the top floor and Val realized that they were going to see the president of the company. She could not hide her smile. At the top floor, Charles went over to the secretary's desk and announced, "Charles Vanquil to see the president. I have an appointment. The secretary seemed to not be able to see Charles, as she stared at Valerie's indecency. Charles gave a loud, "Ahem." "Oh, sorry. Yes, I'll let him know you're here. If you'll just have a seat." "Val, kneel at my feet. When we go in, crawl on your hands and knees. Make sure he knows just what you are." "Yes Master. With pleasure." Valerie truly was proud of being Charles' submissive and slave. That she was fired for just that reason was all the more reason to flaunt it in this building. She wanted to let the man who fired her know that she had no regrets. He attached the leash to her collar and waited. "He will see you now." "Come, Valerie," he said, tugging at the leash. "Sir, she will have to stay out here," the secretary said. Charles' voice took a tone that Val had heard only twice before and hoped to never hear directed at her. He simultaneously rebuked her and dismissed her as unimportant. "My slave will accompany me anywhere I wish and in any manner I wish. Do not interfere." He led Val, smiling, into the office beyond, leaving the lady behind them in shock. The president looked up to say, "Welcome Mr. Vanquil, what can I..." He stared at Valerie. "Miss Burbon?" "Miss Burbon is not here to see you, I am." The president looked up sharply at the rebuke in Charles' voice. "She is the reason I'm here, or rather, your treatment of her two months ago is the reason." "I don't understand." He pulled an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it to the president. "Effective immediately, all accounts with your firm by any of my companies are terminated. I cannot condone doing business with a firm that discriminates on the basis of sexual orientation." "We don't discri..." Charles did not let him finish. "You fired Ms. Burbon, my slave, solely because of her involvement in domination and submission sexual activities. Prior to her being publicly outed as a submissive, she had an impressive record with your firm and had even uncovered fraud on the part of a former employee, saving the firm millions of dollars. D/s is a sexual orientation in my book and her participation in that type of sexual play was not grounds for termination. Hence my decision. Come Val, we're leaving." "Yes Master." The pleasure she had in saying that phrase was intense. As they left the office and approached the elevator, Charles asked, "Val, would you like to remain on all fours until we reach the front door?" "Yes Master. Very much." "I thought so." "May we talk with Lilly before we leave?" "No, I don't want to endanger her position." "I understand Master." They left the building, Val standing as they reached the front doors. In the car, Valerie had a question. "Master, thank you for letting me be here to see this, but won't you become publicly known as a player? I mean, my research back when I was thinking about submitting found no trace of your involvement. You had worked hard to keep it a secret." "First, you deserved to see his humiliation. Knowing that his reaction and prejudice towards you has cost his firm one hundred million dollars in business will be a barely suitable punishment. As for my secrecy. It's time for that to end. I'm not doing the community any favors by hiding. I, of all people, can stand the scrutiny. Going public will allow me to better serve the people we have come to care about. Now, let's continue our Nude Day celebration. Next stop the park." Comstock Park was located in the heart of downtown. It was a favorite relaxing spot for the harried businessman and businesswoman. During the summer, on days such as today, it saw a lot of children and parents. It was about a hundred feet wide and almost a mile long. They drove down one length. Valerie thought it curious that there were no children present. While it was a relief to know that no kids would see her partial nudity, she was curious about why this was so. "Master, why aren't there any children?" "Hunter's Emporium is hosting a children's festival at Glass Top Park." Val smiled in understanding. Charles was a major investor in that local children's store. Likely there were lots of free activities and food, ensuring that only adults would be at other parks in the city. She relaxed, a little, at what she was sure was coming. Parking at the north end, Charles removed the ankle cuffs and pointed to a bench nearby. "Val, I want you to sit on that bench for at least ten minutes. Then, walk through the park until you reach the Longhorn barbeque booth at the other end. Take your time. Somewhere during your walk, remove your pants and replace the cuffs on your ankles. You must be in the open when you do. Do you understand?" Valerie gulped. Knowing what is coming and having it arrive were two separate things. "Master, I understand, but I'm frightened. No, actually, it's nervousness and embarrassment." "I know, that's the point. I want you to reach a point where your comfort with your nudity is equal to your comfort with your submission. You will be under observation, so there is no danger, beyond the embarrassment." "I understand Master. Thank you for making me stretch myself." "Oh, and Val, don't hurry. Take at least thirty minutes to make the walk." "Yes, Master." Val got out and walked to the bench, sitting down. Charles backed the car up and drove it to the other end of the park. There, he waited twenty minutes and ordered both of them lunch from Longhorn. Val sat the ten minutes and then stood up (there was a prominent clock tower in the park). She had thought about what her Master had said and how to best comply. By the time the ten minutes were up, she knew what she had to do. She immediately removed her pants, snapped the cuffs back on her ankles, and started the walk through the park. As she expected, people stared. From the front, it was the sight of a woman in her underwear that drew the looks. From the back, it was the scars. She could feel the heat of a blush that covered her entire body starting. She could not see it, but the increasing redness highlighted her scars even more, given that they did not blush with the rest of her. Halfway through, she realized that she was going too fast and walked over to a bench to sit for a while. She had been sitting there for five minutes when a deep voice behind her caused her to jump. "So, little slave, what does your Master have you doing?" Turning, she saw Master Damien, Erica's Master, leading another slave on a leash. She was taller than Erica and dressed in the skimpiest swim suit that Val had ever seen. Her skin showed unbroken tan coloration and was topped by blond hair hanging loosely down her back, stopping at her shoulders. There was not a sign of inhibition at her clearly displayed body or submission. "Master Damien. It's so nice to see you. Master has me celebrating National Nude Day with a gradual public stripping." "Why are you blushing. You should be as proud of your body as Michelle here is." "I'm... I have less... It's just embarrassing for me, sir. Master is still training me." "So, where is Charles?" "He is waiting for me at the Longhorn, sir. I have instructions to not hurry and take at least thirty minutes to cross the park. I was walking too fast and was letting some time pass." "I see. Michelle, would you like to help put Valerie at ease?" "Master, I would love to help a sister slut and slave." "Remove your bikini." "Yes, Master." Michelle, as if she was in the privacy of her room, casually removed her bikini, revealing the small remainder of her body to the entire park. It could now be confirmed that there were no tan lines at all. Once nude, she stood tall, placed her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out, as if for inspection. "Michelle, you are so beautiful. Master Damien is a very lucky Master." "Yes, I am. Would you be kind enough to show Michelle your back. She was not at the handfasting." "Of course sir." Valerie stood and displayed her back to the blond submissive. She heard Michelle gasp at the sight. "May I," she asked. Val nodded. Fingers traced the scars, tentatively at first. Michelle whispered in shock, "Master. It's so..." "Yes, it's terrible. But it's lovely as well. These were inflicted by a friend lost in pain, and Valerie remains her friend, in spite of the cruelty that was done to her." Michelle hugged Val from behind and whispered, "You're very special. I see why Erica speaks so highly of you. Take care of yourself." "Come, Michelle, Valerie has her orders to follow." "Yes Master. Shall I remain as I am or dress again?" "As much as I enjoy seeing you naked, I don't want you to spend the day in jail. Put the suit on again, for now." Valerie started walking again, not quite as nervous as before. She was still a nice shade of red, but not as bothered by it. Her leisurely pace took another ten minutes to reach Charles. She joined him at the table he was at, sitting beside him when he patted on the bench. "How was the park?' "Beautiful, Master. I ran into Master Damien and his slave Michelle." "And how is the pain slut?" "Very beautiful Master. He had her strip completely and she didn't even look the slightest nervous. I wish I could do that." "You will. Michelle has been with Damien for many years. I don't doubt that after so long, you will be equally eager to please, thinking nothing of any command I give you." "I'm honored by your confidence, Master." They finished their lunch and returned to the car. It was well into afternoon and people were starting to head away from the business district to the suburbs. Charles put the top down on the convertible and headed out to the freeway. "Val, remove you bra." "Yes Master." Valerie unclasped the front clasp and opened the bra, letting her breasts escape the confinement they had been in for almost twenty-four hours. He reached over at a stop light and unclipped her wrists so she could finish removing it. At his command, she put her seat back. He clipped her wrists to rings in the side of the seat, preventing her from covering herself. He drove onto the freeway and got into the passing lane. From there, he spent the next hour driving up to SUVs, trucks and other large vehicles and slowing to pace them. Again and again, people, both men and women, were given an eagle eye's view of Valerie's exposed body. Most of the unexpected, sensual tourists seemed quite pleased at the unexpected scenery and made approving gestures. Her body spent the entire hour flushed red in embarrassment. Yet, her nipples were hard and erect and there was a very visible stain on the front of her panties. "Master," she asked after the hour, "would you touch me, bring me to orgasm?" "No, not yet. You will have to cum publicly sometime today. I want it to be spectacular." He pulled off into a rest area and parked at the far end. Several semi rigs were parked there, as well as a few cars. Charles quickly determined that no children were present. "Valerie," he said, holding the new clamps. "Walk to the ladies room. Put these on your nipples. You may only spend one minute in the restroom, so you will have to do it in front of anyone there. Then, leave and walk to the other end of the lot. I'll wait for you there." After a, "Yes Master," Val took the clamps and started walking. Once again she was red as a beet and not a little scared. She could imagine the signals she was putting out and feared that someone would assume she was available for the taking. As she approached the blockhouse that was the restrooms, she saw a face she had seen once before. Lee, from Murphy's bar. He had stopped someone from accosting her when she had been dressed as a prostitute. Feeling safer knowing he was here, she walked the rest of the way and entered the lady's room. There was a woman there, clearly a trucker. "Fuck, lady! Put some clothes on." Valerie ignored her and placed the first clamp on her left breast, wincing as it pinched into her flesh. The trucker stared at her, open mouthed. Valerie put the second clamp on, drawing in a sharp breath, tears coming to her eyes. She could understand why Giggy pleaded to not wear these. "You stupid bitch! Why would you do such a thing to yourself?" The total lack of tact on the trucker's part got under Val's skin. She turned and answered, her voice full of disdain for the woman, "Because my Master told me to. Why else?" She spun on her heel and left the facility, walking with boldness in her step towards the other end of the lot. Several appreciative comments later, her mood had softened. At least the men she passed let her know they liked what they saw. Knowing you could inspire lust was a nice feeling. At the car, she was asked, "Any problems?" "Just a rude woman in the bathroom, Master." "Some people just can't help themselves." Her seat was put down again and her hands pinned to her side. In the reclined position, the clamps were not as painful. Another hour of being displayed to various drivers passed before they entered the city again. He turned towards his house. The sun was dipping low, there being an hour of daylight left. A mile out, he pulled off to the side of the road and removed the clamps, drawing another gasp of pain from her. "Val, in the glove box are a pair of flip flops. Take your panties off and put the flip flops on. I want you to get out and walk the last mile to the mansion naked. I will be following you about a quarter mile back. When you reach the gate, there will be a box with some items in it. Use them to bind yourself on display for anyone who might drive by." Can You See Me Now "Yes Master. Master, this is very hard." "Yes, I know it is. It is supposed to be. You can expect to be on display for quite some time." "I understand Master." Following his instructions, she removed the panties and put the flip flops on. She exited the car and began to walk the last mile to the gated mansion. Charles turned the headlights on and kept her illuminated. From a quarter mile back, the headlights provided enough light to call attention to her from either the front or back. Unlike the first time she had been bound on the gate, the road was not closed down. Cars passed them in both directions, slowing to look at this strange site. One car actually paced her, the passenger rolling the window down. "Miss. Are you all right?" "Yes, thank you for asking." "Do you need a ride, something to cover up with?" "No. I'm fine." "Uh. May I ask why?" Valerie thought for a moment and then answered, "I'm a sexual submissive and my Master, back behind us, has ordered me to do this." "Did he give you those scars?" There was a harsh edge to his voice and she could see the driver's hands tense on the wheel. "No, that was someone else. I do appreciate the concern. It's reassuring that chivalry is not dead." "Okay, if you say so. Where are you going?" "Just to the entrance to the grounds up ahead." "Bye, You are very lovely." "Thank you. That's very kind." They drove off, though she would soon discover that they stopped at the turn off to wait for her. When she arrived at the gate, she nodded at the car and went over to the box sitting at the center of the gate. Inside were five D-rings, the eye covers to her hood and the gag attachment, this one a penis shaped gag. She turned her collar around so that the leach ring was facing behind her. The gag went in and was secured in place. She put the eye pieces on their Velcro seals, but not over her eyes yet. She attached the first two D-rings to her ankle cuffs and snapped them onto the bars of the gate, trapping her legs in place, spread about three feet apart. They were also below a cross piece, preventing her from raising her legs much. She placed two more D-rings on her wrist cuffs, waiting to lock them to bars as well. The fifth D-ring locked her collar to a bar so she could not move her head from side to side. After locking her left wrist to a bar, above a cross piece, she placed the eye pieces over her eyes, cutting off all sight. Finally, she locked her right arm into place, completing her spread eagle binding. After a couple of minutes, she heard car doors open and close. Steps on the gravel approached her and she heard another car turn into the drive. She could tell that she was illuminated by someone's headlights. The voices from the car were whispering to one another. "I don't believe it. She locked herself up." "Why would she do that? I mean, anyone could rape her and she could not stop them." "There must be someone watching her." "You would hope so." Charles' voice interrupted them. "Yes, she is being watched and is very safe." "Do you know her?" one of them asked. "Of course, she is my slave, my willing slave." "She is doing this because you asked her to?" "No, because I commanded her to. She will do anything I tell her to do. Isn't that right. Val?" Valerie nodded her head as much as the D-ring would allow. Her pussy was dripping and tingles of pleasure were running through her as she was talked about so openly. She knew that the men could clearly see her arousal, and this served only to turn her on even more. "Look, she's dripping. She is hot to trot. I'll bet she would cum in a minute if someone were to take her." "Valerie is not to be touched by anyone, not unless I say it's okay. Valerie, would you like to cum?" Valerie nodded and made sounds through her gag that she hoped were recognized as assents. "Not yet dear. I want a bigger audience." Valerie moaned at both the delay and the thought of even more strangers seeing her helpless and writhing under his touch. Little did she realize what was in store for her. The men waited, talking amongst themselves for a while. Another car pulled up and people got out. There was more whispered conversation that she could not pick up. Her body craved attention and she occasionally wriggled in her bonds. A third car pulled up and more people climbed out. She heard a woman's voice approaching. "I think it is? Yes! It's that lady from the news, Valerie Burbon, I think. Are you Valerie Burbon?" Valerie nodded her head, not sure where this was going. "I so wanted to meet you. You don't know what you've done for me," she gushed. From the tone of her voice, whatever 'it' was, was a good thing. Charles had come back and asked, "What did my little slave do for you?" "Oh, you must be her Master." Charles nodded. "She, it was so wonderful, she went public. Sex was always such a drag for me. I knew I wanted to be owned, mastered, but didn't now how to let my boyfriend know. Then she was in the news!" "And that gave you an opening?" "Yes, I talked about it with him and was able to tell him that I craved that kind of sex too." Her voice took an unhappy turn at that point. "I take it he didn't take it well." "No. He called me a sick slut and we never went out again. But, my best girlfriend," pointing to her companion, "she said that he was the sick one, trying to make me someone I wasn't. She said, 'Joyce, I don't know why you would want to be some man's slave, but if you do, then you do. Just promise you'll do it safely.' Then she told me about this club, called Mephisto's, and I've been visiting there, seeing what goes on there. It was a little overwhelming at first. But there are so many nice people who are willing to explain a lot to a novice like me. I'm thinking about the auction this Saturday." "That's how Valerie got her real start. You'll have a good time, and it will be safe as long as you don't leave the club." "She did? That's so cool. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you Valerie for giving me the courage to let my desires out." Val grunted a. "you're welcome," through the gag. "You know, you look like you need to cum. Is she going to be able to cum soon?" "Yes, I think it will be very soon," Charles said. "In fact, I think you could help her, if you wanted to." "Me? How could I help?" "If you're willing and are dressed appropriately, you can finger her to her orgasm." "Oh my God! Me? Finger her? Get her off? Oh my God! Oh my God!" Another woman's voice approached. "Joyce, what is it? What's wrong?" "Nadine, he says I can give her an orgasm, if I dress appropriately?" Suspicion tinged Nadine's voice. "Dress appropriately? Just what is that?" "Well, it's National Nude Day, so she should be nude," Charles answered, nonchalantly. "You want my friend to strip, in public, and finger a strange woman to climax, in front of all these people? What are you, some sort of pervert?" "Well, I have it on good authority, that, yes, I am a pervert." "So you think this is funny?" "Yes, your whole reaction is funny. I'm not ordering your friend to do anything, I'm offering her an opportunity. If she doesn't want to, I'm sure one of these gentlemen would be willing." There were several confirmations from the distance. Val was not certain how many people were there, but it sounded like a lot. There was even a female voice from the back that indicated her willingness to do it. They were drowned out by Joyce. "I'll do it." "Joyce! No! You can't." "Nadine. I'm going to be stripped bare, sold to a bidder and used who knows how in two days. The person who wins me won't even ask what I want, will they Sir?" "No, probably not." "If I'm going to be doing things I may not like in two days, why shouldn't I do something I want and like tonight. I'm doing it." Val could hear the sounds of someone removing her clothes. There were appreciative comments and sounds from the watchers as she did. Valerie was beginning to shudder as the prospect of a strange woman bringing her off approached. She moaned in a combination of distress and desire, the two feelings that warred within her at times like this. There was a moment of silence from Joyce's position then contact. A finger touched Val's breast. Her body jerked in surprise. It touched her again, tracing along the underside of her left breast and to the topside of her right breast. It continued around, slipping below the right and crossing to the top of the left, completing the figure eight. Valerie, already highly aroused, writhed under the gentle touch, thrusting her chest out and groaning into her gag. The D-rings rattled against the bars of the gate as she shook her body, trying to get more sensation. Joyce kept up the one finger assault, having had Charles whisper to her that she could only use one finger. The finger traced random figures over Val's breasts until every square inch had been touched more than once. Valerie's nipples, already hard, became painfully so, with every pore and protrusion on the areolas sticking out like a miniature nipple of its own. By now, Val was thrusting her hips out, trying to entice the finger to descend and relieve the tension and need for touch residing between her legs. Joyce had seen enough public scenes at Mephisto's to grasp the idea behind delayed orgasm, and she was putting this principle to good use. Her other hand was duplicating the motions she did on Val on her own body. Her decision on when to descend to Val's cunt was being made on Joyce's needs, not Val's. With Val having such a head start on arousal, She was being tortured mercilessly. Valerie's moans were so loud in her own ears, that she was unaware of the desire and arousal that Joyce was causing in herself. By the time that Joyce brought her finger to Val's pussy, the bound woman's inner thighs were wet down to her knees with pussy juice. The gaping emptiness in her cunt was well nigh unbearable. She had thrust her hips out as far as they would go, desperate for any contact of any kind. When the finger traced its first line across her lips, Val screamed into the gag and froze in place, trying to egg an orgasm right then. It didn't come, but not for lack of trying. Now her pussy was subjected to the same light feather touch as her breasts. Valerie was out of control, pleading wordlessly through her gag for more and more. She was thrusting her hips lewdly as the emptiness in her grew and grew, as the result of stimulation without penetration. The rattle of the bars was constant and a light breeze wafted the scent of two aroused women over the crowd. Valerie was oblivious to the fact that two more cars had stopped and that she was being watched by over a dozen people. Nor would she have cared at this point. Then the finger left. She screamed into her gag and started sobbing as her hips thrust again and again. She could not believe that someone with no D/s experience was playing her so well. Joyce was a quick study and had watched play at the club for weeks, going four and five nights a week. In the years to come, she would become an accomplished switch, taking up the whip and holding up under the whip with equal ease. She only made Val wait for a minute before returning her finger and plunging it into Valerie's cunt. Joyce had only to hold herself still while Valerie fucked the finger, thrusting against it over and over, groaning all the while. Joyce herself was nearing climax when Charles bent down and whispered, "Saturday will be much better if you don't cum yourself, trust me." Recognizing the truth, she bit her lip, withdrew her finger from herself and tilted the finger that Val was fucking just enough so that Valerie's thrust brushed her clit across the knuckle. Three brushes of her clit later, Val came. A wail uttered forth from behind the gag and her body began to shake as the explosion in her pussy tore a swath through her body, leaving no nerve ending untouched. Again and again, four times in all, she strained against her bonds, leaving indentations in her wrists and ankles. When it finally passed, there was a single voice heard as Val sagged in her bonds, helpless to do anything more. "Wow! I want one of those." The awe in Nadine's voice was naked, as she reconsidered this strange lifestyle that she had rejected out of hand. "Joyce, I'm going to watch you on Saturday." Charles spoke up. "I want to thank you all for your presence and your arousal. Valerie would thank you as well, if she could find the strength. We should break up and head home before the police feel obliged to check on why the road is partially blocked. Drive safely and don't do anything Valerie and I wouldn't do." The last provoked a chuckle or two as footsteps could be heard, followed by cars starting and driving off. Charles took Valerie down from the gate and helped her to the car. Opening the gate with his remote, he drove her to the mansion and got her up to the bedroom. There he removed the last covering from her head and sat down on the bed next to her. "You can sleep here tonight. Francine brought a change of clothes for you to wear to work tomorrow and the alarm is set for five in the morning. You did very well today and I am very pleased." "Thank you Master. I enjoyed myself. It was a perfect way to spend National Nude Day. Are you going to bid on Joyce on Saturday?" "I think I will. She has the makings of a good dominant and submissive. She may be an even better switch than Sally is. Would you like to play with her, or go up for auction yourself?' "Oh God, that's a hard choice. I enjoy the uncertainty of the auction, but she has a gift for sensual torture. What I'd really like to see is her as part of our little group. I think she would fit in nicely. Can you ask her?" "I was thinking the same thing. I will. And you, my little slave, will be serving someone you don't know Saturday. So get lots of rest and no more orgasms until Saturday. Oh, Damien asked if he could have a video of your submission today. One was made. Do you have a problem with him and his slaves seeing it?" "No Master. I'd be honored to know that they are enjoying me. I've learned a lot from Erica and Michelle is so much a natural, I envy her." "I've played with Michelle, and I think you will be even more a natural than she is. Don't let her example get you down. She has one issue that I worry about, or would, if Damien was not as good a master as he is. She has never used a safe word and is proud of it. Some day, that could hurt her. Now get some sleep. I may come to visit you before five." "I would like that Master." * Thank you D. for the wonderful editing job. To my readers, I love feedback, so please tell me what you think. This is a contest entry, so please vote.