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Confessions of a Blackmailed Widow

By: becca_baby40



"How did I let it come to this?"

This is the question that fills my thoughts as I find myself in my current predicament. It is the question I reflect on to try to take my thoughts away from the pain emanating from my bare nipples, which are being harshly pinched by the clamps of a skirt hanger. I'm sure I would be a sight to behold, naked, my clamped nipples hanging from the bar in this closet, my arms tied behind my back, my legs tied at the knees and ankles, balancing on two softballs beneath my feet, my entire weight supported solely by my nipples. My legs and arms ache. And yet my mind wanders.

"It's all his fault."

Yes, my late husband is to blame for this. When he died six months ago, I stood to receive his vast estate, or so I thought. I remember my shock when I found out that in order to receive my share of the estate, I would have to earn it by working as a secretary for the president of my late husband's company. Not only that, but I had to remain employed for a period of no less than a year to receive 50% of the estate, with the remainder coming in 10% increments for every year of employment after that. But my anger turned to humiliation when the final stipulation in his will was that I had to remain celibate the entire time I was employed by his company.

My feet begin to go numb, and I fight to maintain my balance, my nipples protesting in pain as the softballs beneath my feet begin to shift slightly. Trying to ignore the pain, I refocus my thoughts to the events of the last 48 hours. Two nights ago, I was invited to a dinner party by the new president of the company and two of the top sales executives. The evening was fairly uneventful and the conversation was boring in all honesty. In fact, my only significant memory was of feeling surprisingly lightheaded after a few glasses of wine. When I woke hours later, I was being driven home by Anita, the president of the company. She told me that I had passed out, and that they agreed it was best to let me sleep it off. When I begin to regain consciousness, Anita felt it was safe to take me home. I was very grateful for the ride as the pounding headache that I had would likely have made it impossible for me to drive myself.

"How long have I been hanging here?"

It feels like hours, though I know it has only been twenty or thirty minutes. The pain is almost unbearable. The sharp teeth of the clamps almost piercing my nipples. My breath is ragged at this point. I think back to earlier in the day, to when my fate was sealed. 

I was called into Anita's office at noon. As I entered, I found Anita standing in front of her desk, looking as elegant as usual in her perfectly fitted gray business suit, her black silk blouse, her perfectly shaped legs encased in black silk stockings, the 4" black heels giving her legs extra definition, her steel gray eyes filled with equal parts passion and compassion, her amber hair gently flowing down, encasing her chiseled face like a picture frame. Without saying a word, she turned her computer monitor to face me and my heart froze. There on her screen was a video of the two sales executives having sex with me. What alarmed me the most is that I was obviously awake and enjoying it. I could hear my voice begging these men to use me over and over again. In shock, I looked at Anita, then back to the screen. As Anita turned the screen away from me, she pulled out a copy of my late husband's will.

"We both know that if this video were to find itself in the wrong hands, you would stand to lose millions. Isn't that true Rebecca?" Anita asked, a slight smile forming on her lips.

I was frozen. I could not move. I could not speak. I was in shock. It was then that I felt the back of her hand fiercely attacking the left side of my face, knocking me to the ground.

"You will answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!" Anita yelled.

From the floor, I looked up at her, filled with terror. "Y...y...yes, that's true!" I sobbed.

Anita placed her left foot beneath my chin and lifted my face so that our eyes met. "Yes what, bitch?" she asked coldly.

"Yes...Anita?" I offered, uncertain as to what she was suggesting. Feeling her pointed heel driving into my left breast told me that I had said the wrong thing.

"Try again, bitch."

I looked up at her, tears filling my eyes, and whimpered "Yes M...m...ma'am." Even as I said the words, I couldn't believe I was saying them.

Anita lowered her foot and walked behind her desk. I heard one of her drawers opening, and without warning, I was hit by a heavy leather dog collar. "Put this on now, bitch." Anita demanded.

Not wanting to risk further pain, I complied, pulling the tight collar around my neck and locking it in place. As I was doing so, Anita ordered me to stand up, which I did. She walked behind my and pulled my arms behind my back, and I could feel cold metal closing tightly around my wrists. It took only a second to realize my wrists had been cuffed. As Anita walked back in front of me, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You are my pet now, bitch, and you will do as I say or that video will find it's way to the estate lawyers. Am I clear?"

"Yes Ma'am" I said in a low voice.

Smiling, Anita turned back to her desk, then turned back to me holding a large pair of scissors. She moved closer to me, reaching for my navy silk blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my khaki knee-length skirt and began to cut it away from my body. As she cuts my blouse, she looks me in the eye and tells me that her pets are not allowed to wear clothes in her office except for a collar. I want to fight, to protest, but I am still in shock. Frozen with fear, I stand there and allow her to cut away my blouse and my skirt, my bra and panties and even the straps of my heels. She takes the remnants of my clothes and puts them in a brown paper bag, rolls it shut and writes "trash" on the side of the bag.

It was then that the knock on her door came. My eyes filled with overwhelming fear that someone might come in and see me naked in Anita's office. Anita looked surprised as well, until she remembered that she had a meeting at 1:00. Hurriedly, she pushed me into her closet, placing the clamps of the skirt hanger on my nipples and hanging me up like a piece of her clothing, putting the softballs under my feet merely to torture me. She closed the door only enough so that a slim crack of light could enter the closet.

That is how I got to this point. Hanging in the darkness, Anita had positioned herself so that she could see me through the slight opening of her closet door. This is why I cannot scream out, expressing the extreme pain I am in. This is why I must fight to maintain my balance, for if the balls were to slip from under my feet, the door would open further, exposing me to my co-workers who had gathered in Anita's office.

I can see Anita looking right at me, smiling mischievously. In her gaze, I realize that my life as I know it will forever change from this point on.

Confessions of a Blackmailed Widow Ch. 02



The meeting had ended at least 15 minutes ago, yet I remain hanging in Anita's office closet, my clamped nipples burning as if there were on fire, my calves aching as I struggle to maintain my balance on these damn softballs under my feet, my arms numb in their unnatural position secured behind my back. I am desperate to be released, yet I know that even when I am eventually released from my current prison, I will never again be free.

Finally, the door opens, and I see Anita standing there, admiring her work as I hand helpless before her. Smiling an evil grin, she kicks the softballs out from under my feet. I scream in pain as my entire body weight is now fully supported by my clamped nipples. I strain to get even a toe on the ground to alleviate the extreme agony being subjected upon my nipples and breasts. 

Anita watches me writhe in pain for a few seconds before she reaches out and presses the hanger clamps together, releasing my nipples and causing to me collapse in a pile on the floor of her office closet. As I lay there whimpering, Anita walk over to her desk. Once there, she snaps her fingers and points at me. "Get your pathetic ass over here immediately, bitch!" she demands, her demeanor quite stern.

I contemplate disobedience, but I quickly dismiss the idea, not wanting to learn what fate would befall me if I were to refuse her command. I find myself unable to get to my feet with my arms shackled behind my back and my legs bound together at my knees and ankles. So I roll onto my stomach and inchworm my way to the desk, pulling my knees up under my belly then lunging forward, falling onto my burning breasts with each lunge. The rough, industrial carpet scrapes across my tortured nipples, causing additional waves of pain to coarse through my body. Slowly and methodically, I make my way from the closet to her desk, finding myself eventually at her feet.

When I reach the desk, Anita reaches down and grabs the collar around my neck, lifting me not only to my feet, but up onto the desk, setting me down facing her. Her eyes gaze upon my red and purple nipples, and she gently places her hands on my breasts, slowly running her fingernails over my raw nipples, flicking them playfully, yet causing my more anguish. My nipples harden under her fingernails in obvious arousal, betraying my pain.

"Aw, does my pet's breasts hurt much?" Anita asks with mock innocence. Without waiting for a response, she leans forward and wraps her lips around my left breast, gently circling my nipple with her tongue. Her warm, moist lips giving my breast a sense of relief, her tongue caressing my nipple as if applying a healing ointment to my raw flesh. Occasionally Anita nibbles on my nipple, reminding me of my place. When my left breast has recovered, she releases my left breast and turns her attention to my right breast, repeating her actions.

When she has finished sucking on my breasts, she walks around to her desk chair, where she sits down as she begins to speak.

"I must admit, Becca, your husband did select a wonderful desk. This is the perfect desk to have sex on. I imagine you and Richard spent many a lunch break on this desk, didn't you?" 

I'm glad that Anita is behind me, because she cannot see the embarrassment on my face at her question. Her inquiry reminds me not only of my recent infidelity, but also of the fact that Richard and I had not had sex on over a year. Lost in my thoughts, I am brought back to reality by a sharp slap on the small of my back.

"I asked you a question, bitch. You will answer me!"

Starting to sob, I respond. "No Ma'am, Richard and I never made love on this desk. We never made love in this office at all."

I can hear Anita chuckling behind me as she rises from the chair. "No? Pity. This desk is perfect on so many levels. It is wide enough and long enough to fuck in many positions. It is the perfect height for ass-fucking, not to mention cock-sucking. This desk is quite versatile, I can tell you from experience."

As she speaks, she comes back around to face me. She sees the obvious confusion on my face. I find myself wondering how she had experienced such sexual activities in her office, as I have been her secretary since my employment with the company began, and never had she been in a one-on-one meeting with anyone for more than a few minutes behind closed doors.

Recognizing my confusion, Anita begins to laugh at me. "You really are quite dense, aren't you bitch. You haven't figured this out yet I see. Allow me to enlighten you.

"As you know, your late husband was my mentor. He personally groomed me to take over this company someday. During our time together, I learned much about what made Richard tick, and not just in a business sense. You see, I learned that Richard felt his life was lacking a certain sexual aspect that could not be satisfied at home."

As Anita related her story, tears well up in my eyes.

"Spare your tears, bitch. I am not sorry for giving your husband what you couldn't. After a while, he became putty in my hands. While he was still in charge of the company, in this office, I was in charge. And he loved it. He would beg me to tie him up, to punish him. I cannot tell you the number of times I would tie him down to this desk and use my strap-on on his pasty white ass."

By this time, I am sobbing uncontrollably. I cannot believe what Anita is telling me, yet in my heart, I know it to be true. It explains why Richard no longer touched me, no longer shared my bed. With tear-filled eyes, I ask Anita "Why? Why are you punishing me like this? You had my husband, what more can you take from me?"

Anita takes my chin in her hand and pulls me close to her face, her lips less than an inch from my face. "I'm doing this, bitch, because you were too stupid to leave him."

Her words slap me harder than her hand ever could.

"Yes, Becca, I naturally assumed that by ordering Richard to stop having sex with you, you would eventually leave him, taking your divorce settlement, and leaving the rest of his estate to me. But you were too stupid to realize Richard's infidelity, and you remained in a loveless marriage. Therefore I had to take matters into my own hands. I forced Richard to write that ridiculous clause into his will dictating that you could only receive your full share of his estate if you remain employed and celibate for six years. But what I hadn't counted on what Richard secretly adding a secondary clause that stated that I had to ensure your success in order to receive my share of his estate."

"Your share?" I ask, stunned at this revelation.

"Yes, bitch. If I help you succeed, I will receive ten million dollars once you have received your share of the estate. If you fail, I receive nothing. I knew that there was no way you were going to last six years without having sex. So I decided to turn the odds in my favor. Think back to that dinner earlier this week, bitch. The sales reps that shared you that night do not work for this company, and have no knowledge of the will. They were old friends of mine, whom I paid to use you while I filmed the evening. I knew I would have to have something to hold over you in order to make you my bitch."

My thoughts run back to that night as flashes of memories come flooding back. Anita had orchestrated the whole thing, and I fell right into her trap.

"So, my bitch, now that you have a full understanding of the big picture. We're in this together. If you succeed, I succeed. Of course, we're going to look at this in the strictest legal sense. The celibacy clause clearly states that you are to refrain from sexual relations with men while employed. It says nothing about being my personal sex toy - or a sex toy for any other woman. And trust me, we are going to explore that every day for the next 6 years, beginning now."

With that, Anita pulls me off of the desk, turns me around and bends me over the desk. I feel her hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, then a cold thick liquid rushes into my asshole. I groan as she slides two fingers into my puckered asshole and begins to spread the liquid all around. "This was Richard's favorite part of the day." Anita calmly says as I feel her fingers pull out of my ass. Before I can respond, I feel the head of feels like a large cock being pressed between my ass cheeks and into my tight asshole. "Mmm, it's been so long since I've had a virgin ass to play with." Anita cooed, as she placed her hands on my hips and pushed the long, thick strap-on cock into my tiny asshole. With every inch that Anita drives her massive dildo inside of me, I feel my insides being ripped apart. I fight the urge to scream, biting my lip and groaning loudly until the full length of the fake cock is inside of me. 

No sooner does the cock fill my ass then it's pulled out again. I breathe a sigh of relief, but only for a second as Anita grabs my hips tighter and pulls my ass down on the strap-on, filling me again harder and faster. Over and over, Anita thrusts the cock in and pulls it out, fucking my ass with a nearly violent fervor. As she continues her assault on my ass, I realize that my orgasm is building inside of me. The urge to cum excites and disgusts me. I had never been with a woman before. I had never had my ass fucked before. How can I find this arousing? How can my body betray me like this.

Within minutes, my body begins to shudder, and I cum with a low, guttural groan, my juices flowing down my tied legs as my body convulses over and over. The whole time, Anita continues to thrust the dildo inside of me with each wave of my orgasm. The experience is overwhelming, and I become dizzy with the euphoria of the most incredible orgasm I had ever had. I feel Anita push the dildo deep inside of me one last time, then I hear a faint clicking sound. I feel Anita pull me up from the desk, and turn me around, lifting me and setting me back down on the desk, with the dildo still firmly buried in my ass. Somehow she had disconnected the cock from the strap-on harness, and she apparently has no intentions of removing it anytime soon.

"Did you enjoy that, bitch?" Anita asks, leaning in close.

I nod sheepishly. "Yes Ma'am" I say, breathless.

Anita takes my chin in her hand and leans in even closer. "Good, my pet, because from now on, you must ask permission to cum. If you cum without my permission, you will be severely punished. Understand?"

Again I nod, more nervous now.

"Good bitch. You're catching on quickly. Now, I have some more meetings to conduct before we can leave for the weekend, so you're going to need be be hung up for a while again. Get your ass over to the closet now." Anita says sternly, slapping my ass to get me moving. 

I slide off the desk and hop over to the closet, where Anita secures my nipples int he hanger clamps again, and lifts the hanger up and over the rod, pulling my nipples up and away painfully. There are no softballs this time, having to maintain my balance with my toes.

Before closing the door, Anita smiles and me and says with an evil grin on her face, "And if that dildo is not in your ass when I come to get you, I will be very displeased. Remember, not a sound. We wouldn't want you to lose your estate, now, would we?" And with that, Anita closed the door, leaving me in the dark yet again.



Confessions of a Blackmailed Widow Ch. 03



In the dark, time is meaningless. The void is filled with the sound of my whimpers, my nipples burning with a pain I've never before known. But to add to my torture, my ass is clenching onto the massive dildo that has been shoved inside of me. Given the torture I've endured so far, I know only that I cannot let that dildo slide from my ass. God only know what Anita would do to me if that were to happen.

My fears are alleviated when the door slowly opens, and I see Anita standing there, bathed in the light of the office behind her. She reaches around behind me, checking to see if the dildo was still in place. Finding it, she playfully pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times for good measure, causing me to squirm, increasing the torture on my nipples. After a few minutes, she removes the dildo, as I sight a breath of relief.

"Mmm, you are such good bitch." Anita coos. "Now that it's quitting time, we can really have some fun."

I find her comment more unsettling than exciting.

Anita reaches out and releases my nipples from their clamps. She then attaches a leash to my collar, and pulls me out of the closet. I hop behind her feverishly trying to keep up. She leads me to a private door in the far side of the office, which leads to the executive parking lot. Anita pulls me out into the parking lot and to her SUV. As I leave the privacy of the office, I panic, looking around wildly, praying no one comes through the lot. When we reach Anita SUV, she opens the hatch, and pulls out a black leather hood. "Open up, bitch." Anita says as she pushes the hood into my mouth. I comply and bite down on the mask, holding it while she pulls my hair into a ponytail on the top of my head. Once the ponytail is tied off, Anita yanks the hood from my mouth, and pulls it over my head, pulling the ponytail through the top of the hood. The eyes of the hood are mesh, allowing me to see out, but preventing those looking at me from seeing my eyes clearly. There is a zippered opening over my mouth, which is currently closed.

Once the hood is in place, she pushes me up into the rear of the SUV and orders me to turn and kneel, facing the rear. She pulls down something from the ceiling of the vehicle and ties my ponytail around it. When she's done, I realize that I can no longer move my head more than an inch or so in any direction. The the mesh coverings over my eyes, I can see Anita admiring her work as she closes the hatch. Seconds later, the SUV fires up and pulls away. However, the vehicle does not travel far before stopping. Now I can hear Anita speaking with someone, though the voices are muffled through the leather hood. Panic rises within me as I suddenly remember the guard station at the exit of the executive parking lot. Anita must be speaking with the guard. My whole body begins to tremble.

My fears are brought to life when I watch the hatch open, and I see Anita standing before me, a young female guard standing next to her. I want only to disappear, to hide, but I cannot move. I can only kneel there, humiliated, watching Anita and the young guard looking me over with lust-filled eyes.

"So what to you think of my new toy, Erica?" Anita says to the young guard, though she never takes her eyes off of me.

"She's quite lovely Goddess" Erica responded. "May I?"

My mind races. "Goddess?" Erica must be another of Anita's slaves, I determine. My thoughts are interrupted by Erica's soft, gently hands caressing my bare breasts. She masterfully massages my breasts, carefully avoiding my still burning nipples. Erica continues to explore my body with her hands, running them down my torso, then to my legs, around to my ass and up my back. My body trembles under her touch, finding my arousal cutting through the humiliation. "She is not yet branded, Goddess?" Erica asks from behind me.

"No, my little one. Not yet. That is our next stop." Anita replies. "In fact, we must be going if we are going to make our appointment. However, we can now resume your play time. Mondays and Thursdays at 7:00 AM, same as last time."

My thoughts run wild. "Branded? Appointment? Play Time? Last Time? What is Anita talking about?" As my mind races, Erica slides past me and out of the SUV. I watch as Anita stops Erica before she returns to her guard post. 

"Show me, little one." Anita says quite matter of factly.

To my surprise, Erica unbuttons her uniform top without hesitation to reveal her bare breasts. Anita looks them over for a few seconds, before telling Erica that she is not allowed to button up until after we leave. To my amazement, Erica turns around the side of the SUV, her breasts uncovered as she returns to the guard post. Anita closes the hatch and slides back into the drivers seat, starts the car up and pulls out. I watch through the rear window as Erica slowly buttons her uniform top as we leave.

Anita drives for fifteen or twenty minutes, heading into town. My pulse quickens as we enter traffic, praying that the tinted windows are enough to protect me from the eyes of other drivers and passengers on the highway. After pulling off the highway and making a series of turns, The SUV comes to a stop. Seconds later the hatch opens, and Anita reaches up, releasing my ponytail, but not removing the hood. To my surprise, she unties the ropes binding my knees and ankles together, and places a pair of 5" red heels on my feet. She takes the leash and pulls me out of the vehicle. I comply, having little choice otherwise. I exit the SUV and look around, seeing that we are in a dark alley.

"It's time for your branding, bitch." Anita says. "And I have something very special in store for you."

Using the leash, Anita leads me to a door that I had not noticed earlier. The door is unlocked, and she pulls me inside. The room is dark, with only a few lights overhead. Anita leads me to what looks like a dentists chair directly under one of the lights, my heels clicking on the cement floor underfoot. Once at the chair, Anita tells me to have a seat. I slide into the chair, and no sooner do I get settled in, then the chair tilts backwards, and I find myself practically laying down. It's then that I hear another voice. A male voice.

He comes into focus through the mesh opening over my eyes. The man is tattooed from head to toe, at least as far as I can see. He approaches Anita and I watch as she hands him several pieces of gold jewelry. Without saying a word, the man roughly grabs my left breast and begins to pinch and pull at my left nipple, molesting it until it is rock solid. Once it is hard, he takes one of the pieces of jewelry, and places it in a uniquely shaped piercing gun, which he then presses around my nipple. Without any warning, he pulls the trigger on the gun, and pain sears through my nipple. It is a strange sensation when he pulls the gun off of my nipple. It feels as though something is surrounding the base of my nipple, squeezing it, keeping it erect, yet something else is looped over the tip of my nipple, trying to prevent my nipples from becoming erect.

"Very nice" I hear Anita say. "Let's see that mirror so she can see your handiwork." she says to the man, who hands her a mirror. Anita tilts it so that I can see the gold ring around the base of my nipple, with a gold band crossing the tip, causing my erect nipple to cameltoe around it.

As I'm looking at the strange piercing, I hear the click of the piercing gun and feel the same searing pain in my other nipple. Anita tilts the mirror so I can see the matching cage around my other nipple. As I'm wincing in pain beneath the mask, Anita leans in and whispers "These are my own design. The rings around the base of your nipples will keep the constantly erect, and the bands around the tips will prevent them from ever becoming fully erect. The effect will make your nipples more sensitive than you ever thought possible. The slightest touch will heighten your arousal because of this." To prove her point, she gently blows across my nipples, and my arousal is immediately heightened. I swallow hard, know that just wearing clothes is going to keep me constantly aroused.

My thoughts are broken when I feel the man begin to pull at my swelling clit. "Oh God, no" I think to myself as I feel the piercing gun surround my new fully erect clit. Biting my lip, bracing myself, I feel the gun fire and another ring surround my clit, this one slightly smaller, but fashioned the same. My body is trembling now, my nipples and clit extremely sensitive, my arousal levels skyrocketing.

"And now these." Anita says as she hands the man more items.

I moan in response, praying for this to end. As if reading my mind, Anita caresses my hood covered head. "Now, now my pet. It will be over soon, but I have to make sure that you can get into the building on Monday. You see, these three barbell rings that he is now piercing through your clit and nipples contain RFID chips. These are your new access badges. In order to get into the building, you will have to press the correct one to the scanner."

As she tells me of this strange, twisted plan of hers, I feel the barbells being pushed through my nipples and clit, causing me to orgasm uncontrollably. Anita grabs my breasts and squeezes them harshly. "I told you that you had to ask permission to do that, slut. You will be punished for that."

Anita walks over to the man and whispers something to him. he then leaves for a few moments, returning with a number of small earrings and what looks like a thin, white lace ribbon. As you positions himself at my pussy, Anita looks back at me. "Because you came without permission, you've forced me to tie up that dirty little pussy of yours so that you remember to ask permission from now on."

As Anita chastises me, I feel the man squeezing my pussy lips between the piercing gun. One time, then again, then again. Over and over a total of ten times. My pussy lips are burning. My mind races, imagining the ten rings now pierced through my lips. No sooner do I get the mental image, then I feel something pulling at the rings, back and forth, pulling the rings tighter and tighter. Without a word, Anita positions the mirror over my pussy so that I can see the white ribbon now laced between the rings on my pussy lips, completely closing off my pussy from the outside.

"That looks lovely, bitch." Anita says to me. "Tied up nice and tight. That should help keep any unwanted cocks or fingers out of your nasty little pussy."

I can only nod and whisper.

I watch as Anita pays the man for his services, then she attaches the leash to my collar and leads me to the door we came in through. "Now it's time to go shopping, bitch. You're going to need a new wardrobe for work on Monday, not to mention this weekend." 



Confessions of a Blackmailed Widow Ch. 04



Anita leads me back into the alley, my arms still secured behind my back, my shoulders aching and numb. She stops before opening the hatch of her SUV, looks at me with an evil grin on her face, and says "Oh my, what was I thinking? I can't take you shopping looking like that. You wait right here and I'll go get you something to wear on our shopping trip."

Without waiting to hear my response, nor needing one, Anita takes the leash attached to my collar and ties it off on the rear door handle, preventing me from leaving the side of the car. This simple act also prevents me from being able to hide should anyone pass the alley and look down towards me. I watch in distress as Anita then returns to the tattoo parlor we just came from.

Alone in the alley, as my nervousness builds, my arousal builds as well - a side-effect of my new piercings. I spread my legs apart slightly, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on my pierced clit, but my laced up vulva prevents any relief in that area. I try to slow my breathing, close my eyes and think of anything that will reduce my arousal, but nothing works. I desperately feel the need to cum, but I know I can't, not without punishment. I groan in agony over my plight.

I hear the door open behind me, and Anita walks out carrying a small bag. Without saying a word, she releases my arm bindings, which I welcome with a huge sigh of relief. I rub my shoulders to try to bring life back to the, yet my arms feel like dead weights hanging from my body. Anita then releases the leash from my collar and hands me the bag. "Get dressed, bitch, and do it fast."

I take the bag and empty the contents on the hood of the SUV. The first thing I pull out is a bright red, rubbery tube top. I want to protest, but I know that will only bring punishment, so I pull the top over my head and over my breasts, trying to adjust it into place. The top is one size to small - on purpose, I'm certain - and does little to hide my nipple cages and barbells. If anything, the way the top squeezes against my breasts actually highlights my sensitive nipples. Next is what I assume to be a skirt, though it is barely any larger than the tube top. The skirt is white, and made of what can only be described as thick sheer. As I step into it and pull it up to my waist, I can see hints of my laced up vulva hiding beneath the veil of the skirt. The skirt is also one size too small, and clings to my ass cheeks mercilessly. I catch a glimpse of myself in the side window of the SUV, and I look like a hooker with a hood on. Anita must have been reading my mind, because she reached up and removed the hood from my head. She then hands me the keys and tells me to drive to the mall.

Confused, I climb into the driver's side of the SUV as Anita slips into the passenger seat. "Put the window down, bitch." Anita says to me. "I want to make sure other drivers can see the slut you are."

I swallow hard, and start the SUV. As I pull out, I pray that I don't pass anyone that I know. I pull onto the highway and make my way o the mall. Along the way, I put up with the whistles and the cat calls, each occurrence reminding me of how utterly ridiculous I look. Yet I find myself almost enjoying the attention. I shrug it off as best I can, but my arousal cannot be denied.

We finally get to the mall, and Anita instructs me to park as far away from the entrance as possible. I find this confusing, but I comply. Before we exit the SUV, Anita grabs my face and turns me to face her. She takes out a tube of bright red lipstick and coats my lips with it. Next she coats my eyelids with purple eyeshadow and uses a heavy black eyeliner on my eyes. I see myself in the rear-view mirror, and I can hardly recognize myself under the ridiculously heavy makeup. Before we exit the car, Anita reaches into her purse and pulls out a large amount of money. She takes the bills, folds them, pulls up on my skirt and slides the bills behind the laces over my pussy. "There's five hundred dollars there, bitch, and you will pay for everything we buy today with that money." I swallow hard and nod timidly.

We exit the car and before we begin the long walk to the mall, Anita takes the leash and attaches it to my collar, and proceeds to lead me to the mall like someone would a pet. completely embarrassed, I do my best to keep up, uncomfortable in the 5" heels I'm wearing. As we get closer to the mall, people getting in and out of their cars stop to look at me, some in shock, some covering their children's eyes, others pointing and laughing. It is a humiliating experience, but one that I know will pale in comparison to being led around inside the mall. 

We enter the mall, and the response inside the mall is equally as humiliating as the parking lot was. Anita brazenly continues to lead me around as if nothing was happening. Of course, no one is really watching her with the freak show struggling to keep up behind her. My heart sinks as we pass store after store of women's clothing - Bebe, DKNY, Talbots, Coldwater Creek. I can't imagine where Anita might be leading me, but my curiosity ends much too soon as she turns into some tweener store, filled with teenage girls and their moms. I am desperate for a hiding place, but Anita continues to pull me along deeper into the store. To further humiliate me, she takes the end of the leash and loops it over a sale sign, points at me and says loudly 'Stay!' as if she were scolding a pet.

Of course, I obey, and remain still in the center of the store as Anita goes around and selects a number of outfits for me. The young ladies stare at me, some in disbelief, some pointing fingers and laughing at me. A few dare to come up to me, as do their mothers. I hear their whispers, intentionally loud enough for me to hear.

"What a pathetic bitch."

"She's a slut."

"She looks like a fuckin' prostitute"

Each word cuts into my like a knife. I lower my head in shame, trying to block out their taunts and teasing. A few of them even go so far as to caress my breasts or slap my ass. I know better than to fight them off, knowing that Anita is watching me the whole time.

Finally, Anita returns with an arm full of clothes. The pulls the leash off of the sales sign and leads me to the dressing room. She ask the clerk for a chair and places it directly in front of the door to the center dressing room as the clerk opens the door for me. "Get started, bitch. Leave the door open, and face me the whole time." Anita says, unhooking the leash from my collar. Sheepishly, I take the clothes and enter the dressing room, leaving the door opened as ordered and turning to face my Mistress.

One by one, I try on the outfits, every one making me look more like a dirty school girl than the last. Anita did not provide me with any panties or bras to try on, so as I exchange outfits, I expose my pierced breasts and laced up pussy to all who walk past. By the fourth outfit, there is a small gathering of women...and some men...circled around Anita watching my fashion show.

Finally, I try on all ten outfits Anita had chosen, and Anita selects two that she enjoyed the most, telling me to put on my original tube top and micro skirt outfit as she takes the two outfits to the counter. When I finish getting dressed, I follow Anita to the counter, to find the young blonde working the register smiling mischievously at me.

"Anita, I have secured a nice discount for you." Anita says, with the same mischievous grin. "you can get these outfits for $100 as soon as you make young Darla here cum in your mouth."

I look at the two of them, shocked at what I just heard. but before I can protest, Anita hands Darla my leash, and Darla leads me back to the dressing room that I had just come from. Once inside, she closes the door, pushes me to my knees, lifts her skirt and pulls her panties to the side. "Suck me, bitch." Darla sneers.

Obediently, I place my lips to her young pussy and begin to tongue fuck her wildly. Darla grabs my hair and pulls me in tighter, letting her skirt fall over my head, grinding her pussy on my face as I explore every inch of her young, velvety pussy. I tease her clit mercilessly as she moans and groans, writhing as my expert tongue fulfills her every need. Deeper and faster I force my tongue into her, nibbling on her clit from time to time, then tonguing her like a jackhammer. I fell Darla's body tense, then her pussy explodes into my mouth the river of glorious cum that I came to desire the longer we went.

Hearing Darla's cries of ecstasy, Anita calls into the dressing room, "Do not swallow, my pet, and do not close your mouth. Come to the counter and show me first."

I feel my mouth filling with Darla's nectar, desperate to swallow, but preventing myself from doing so. As Darla calms down, she adjusts her panties and her skirt, pulls on my leash so that I'm standing up again, my head tilted back so as not to lose any of her nectar. Darla leads me back to the counter where Anita is waiting. 

"Show me your mouth, bitch." Anita says as she pushes me to my knees so she can look into my mouth. She takes a finger, dips it into Darla's juices, places the finger into her own mouth, sucking it clean. "Mmmm, sugar. You taste wonderful." Anita says to Darla, practically cooing. Anita then looks back at me, and says "Once you've paid the young lady, you may swallow her juices."

Trembling, I lift my skirt and pull the money out from behind the laces over my pussy. The money is soaked with my juices. I lift the money up so I can see it, and pull out the required $100 for the bill. Before I can hand it over, Anita tells me to dry it off first. With no real options as to how to accomplish that, I take the money and rub it in my hair, trying to clean the bills of my juices. When the money is cleaned off, Anita takes it from my hand and gives it to Darla. "You may swallow now, slut." Anita says to me, lifting my chin to assist me in closing my mouth. 

I swallow in big gulps, desperate to fully appreciate the sweetness of Darla's juice. I place the remaining bills back into their hiding place against my pussy, and I stand as Anita leads me from the store.

We repeat this display 4 more times in different stores, each time being forced to try on clothes in full view of the other patrons in the store, then being forced to tongue fuck the female clerk to get the appropriate discount until the $500 had been completely spent.

With bags in hand, Anita leads me back through the mall, back to her SUV. "You did a wonderful job, bitch. And I cannot wait to see you in these outfits at the office. However, there is more shopping to be done. We have one more stop to make before we go home for the weekend." Anita loads me into the rear of the SUV with the shopping bags, and she drives us to an Adult Entertainment shop. She retrieves me from the back of the vehicle and leads me towards the front door. As we enter, Anita leans in and whispers "Just to warn you, we're out of money for the evening, so you will have to be creative in how you pay for the items we're going to get in here."

Laughing loudly, Anita leads me inside.