8 comments/ 14668 views/ 11 favorites Bryony Submits Ch. 01 By: Quietoldie These are emails exchanged between Bryony and John; From John So you have fantasies about becoming a submissive do you? Be careful what you wish for young lady. I am an older man. I think you will find that I'm a benevolent leader. Are you willing to submit? Check me out on Lit. I am teacherman15. From Bryony I was rash to make that comment in my Literotica biography details. I have now rewritten them. But thanks for the email anyway. If I decided to submit what would I be letting myself in for? From John I liked your reply. Well I demand complete honesty from you and I hope that you will come to trust me. I have a very good nose for bullshit so if you try any I will break off contact immediately. Of course that goes for you too. You don't have to follow any of my instructions—just break off contact. You will still have the free will to do that with no repercussions, okay? But if I'm guessing right you'll enjoy this so much you won't want it to stop. I'll need some personal details first of all. Tell me about your relationships, your work, your age, things like that. I'll say a bit about myself but I want more from you, okay? This is not going to be an equal relationship is it? I'm a retired headteacher aged 55. I live alone, I do tutoring part time but have a good pension so don't really need the money. From Bryony Here goes. I'm twenty-seven years young and not very sure where my life is headed at the moment. I don't want to get into my thirties drifting along like this. It feels like I'm sleepwalking through my life. I'm also a bit lonely which seems silly when I'm in a relationship with someone. Me and Rick have lived together for the last five years. There are no kids. We were seeing each other for about eighteen months before that. We live in the Northwest of England. Rick's always been unhappy in his job and he recently applied for and got another one over on the North East coast. I understand his need to change. The firm he worked for are struggling and he believed he was the next in line for redundancy. His new job is in computers so he can use stuff he learned for his degree. The worst of it is, he's taken quite a drop in wages; just temporary, he says. I have to keep my job to pay the mortgage on our house. With his job being over a hundred miles from where we live he can't travel home daily so I'm only seeing him at weekends. He's stopping at his brother's during the week. He loves the job. He's a nice man but it's obvious this change is putting a strain on our relationship. I have not been too happy about our sexual relationship over the last eighteen months. I've suspected him of having an affair. We were at it like rabbits when we first started seeing each other and I was very happy about that. Lately it's been me who reaches for him in bed at night. Sometimes he turns his back and makes it obvious he's not interested. I'm an office worker inputting computer data and answering the phone. It pays quite well. I began trying to find erotic literature, 30 Shades of Grey started me off. I read it through in one go starting off on a weekday when Rick was away and reading right through the night. I know the main character is younger but I identified with her. Perhaps I lack confidence in the same way. I wanted a millionaire to whisk me away in his helicopter and tie me up and fuck me. After getting through all the Shades of Grey books I struggled to find others that were able to meet my need. Then a friend put me on to Literotica. I could put in a few key words and often find what I wanted. Opening an account made it easier to keep a track on favourite stories and authors. I even sent one in myself which is how you found me. I was upset by some of the feedback from my story but now realise there are trolls out there who are just out to destroy your confidence. Rick leaves the house early each Sunday evening and returns late on a Friday night. The weekdays tend to drag a bit so I bought myself a laptop. I hide it under a loose floorboard in the spare room. I created an email address of my own without telling Rick as Literotica asked for one. I want stories to help me reach orgasm but many of them portray women as one dimensional so I tried to write a better one. It's not as easy as it seems. I've read some of your stuff. It's well written and it turned me on. You seem to understand women and you used the word "benevolent" in your email. That's why I want to start exchanging emails. The thought of carrying out your instructions is already making me wet. But life doesn't always come up to our expectations. I've always been a truthful person and everything I have said is correct. I'm not trying to impress you so there's no reason for me to lie. How am I to address you? Do I call you sir? Email from John Hello Bryony Yes, you can call me sir for the time being. You have given me quite a lot about yourself. So far it has come over as truthful, so thank you. I'm afraid I am not a very trusting person so I will be asking for some proof of your obedience as time goes on. Please don't take it personally. You are living a double life at the moment and I want you to take it a step or two further. There's your life with Rick at weekends, then your life on your own in the week; separate them as much as possible. You will try to avoid phone discussions with Rick on week days. Send him short texts if you must. Never answer calls from him. He will no doubt leave you messages. Put him off, tell him you can talk about it at the weekend. Pretend to be busy. He's chosen to leave home to pursue another career. So why not punish him a little. You might enjoy it, it sounds like there are some angry feelings, am I right? You will wear different clothing at weekends to what you wear on weekdays. When you see Rick, keep your body covered at all times. Wear trousers and jeans, long sleeved tops with collars, bras that cover every inch of your breasts. I am sending you a link to an underwear firm who sell big knickers also known as "passion killers". Buy a few pairs unless you already have them and wear them throughout the weekend. Being a man he will probably not notice the change but at a subconscious level he will be less likely to perceive in a sexual way, as he will have done before. Wear your least sexy nightie in bed or better still start wearing men's pyjamas. I don't want to see any pictures of you at this point but you will photograph the bras, knickers and night attire as weekend clothing for me and send them as attachments to an email. Do not approach him for sex but accept if he asks you. In contrast you will sleep naked at night during the week. During the week you will always wear a dress or skirt. If the women at work all wear jeans most days do it anyway, it's summer at the moment and they'll get used to it. Do not wear leggings or tights under the skirt, stockings and suspenders are fine or holdups, but this time of year, go bare legged. I want you to dress as sexily as possible on weekdays, so show as much cleavage as you dare, not just at work, wherever you go. If you go along with this I am expecting you to increase the frequency of masturbation. Please let me know about that. It is very important that you desist at weekends. That's it for now. Oh, it might be helpful if you tell me your bust size. Send me another email in a week with a full report and with the photos. From Bryony Hello sir, It seems an age since I got your email, I so wanted to reply immediately but it is my aim to be obedient sir. I am finding it arousing following your instructions. Frequency has gone from weekly to every other day except at the weekend of course. I am moving in my chair as I type this and may have to type one handed. I am finding it difficult to get to sleep at night without my nightie or any panties. I'm hoping that I will get used to it in time. It was not difficult to find your passion killers in town. The bra and nightie are my own. I've usually worn them in the colder weather, (see pictures). In spite of all the dressing down I was feeling quite randy all weekend and on the Saturday night we did it when we went to bed. Rick is not a fool and must have worked out that I was up for it but I didn't actually grab his penis or anything like that. However I did brush against it with my knee. Are you angry with me sir? I have had fantasies about being spanked but know you cannot do that to me. I have tried to follow all your other instructions to the letter. I managed to avoid speaking to Rick on the phone as you asked. I told him it only upsets me so we will keep in touch by texts from now on. I've had to buy a few lower cut tops suitable for work and had a good search through my wardrobe for skirts. The men at the office have been a lot more friendly. They all know I'm on my own during the week and probably think my new clothing indicates I'm available. I've mainly worn jeans or thin trousers if it's warm weather so it's been quite an adjustment to go back to skirts again. It made me feel like a schoolgirl, our school only allowed skirts. Knowing I was following your instructions gave me a tingly feeling, especially remembering your career in teaching. I had a crush on the Geography teacher at our school. He was kind and ever so good looking. My bra size is 28C. I know my breasts are fairly small and hope you are not disappointed. It's driving me mad wondering why you asked me for that information! Whatever pleases you pleases me sir. I am yours to command. From John Bryony, I think you know you have stepped out of line. I am disappointed that it happened so soon. You must know that my relationship with you is primarily about sex. So far my instructions do not seem to me to have been particularly onerous. There will inevitably be repercussions. Naturally I am happy about your compliance with everything else I asked you to do and the pictures are fine. But please try to keep texts down to a minimum. Let Rick do most of the texting. It wasn't my intention to bring this up until later but it is my aim to bring out your inner slut. You have already taken a few hesitant steps in that direction. You are not to initiate sex with Rick. If he asks you must fulfil your wifely duty but no more. Lie there passive, stay fairly quiet, moan if you have to but no words, okay? You are now my slut not Rick's slut. Things may change down the line but do as I say now. This may push you away but I need you to show your willingness in words. Send me a short reply immediately using these words and only these words. "I am willing to be trained to be a slut for you." Now for your punishment; whilst Rick is away this week you will strip off all your clothes and walk to the bottom end of your back garden at some time after it has gone dark. By all means wear shoes but nothing else. Stand there for a count of ten then walk back again. I expect to receive a full description in your next email. You are now getting used to skirts and dresses during the week. Continue as before but go a little bit further. I am sending you a link to an online shop selling shorter skirts than you will be used to wearing. Back in the 1960s many women got used to wearing miniskirts so short that it was easy to catch the occasional glimpse of their panties. You will buy at least one miniskirt from that shop, (photo again please) and take a walk in your local park wearing it. Go out one evening after work. Sit on one of the park benches. If no-one is looking, or if you dare, even if they are, practice crossing and recrossing your legs to show glimpses of thigh. If a man on his own tries to talk to you, smile and answer politely. Do not flirt but take time to enjoy his attention. No doubt he wants to fuck you. Think about that, then find a way to get rid of him. Be firm. You will wear the skirt without panties around the house for the rest of the week. Enjoy the sensuality of it. Imagine going out without panties on. You will be soon. Take a pair of scissors to your pubes but do not shave them off entirely. I don't want Rick to become too alarmed if he fucks you this weekend. I notice that you shy away from using the proper Anglo-Saxon words in your emails. That must change Bryony. I want to see fuck, cunt and cock appearing in your emails in future and any other words of a similar kind. On Friday you will wear the miniskirt to work. In your lunch hour you will go to a shoe shop and try on some shoes. Ask a shop assistant to help you put them on. Be prepared for the assistant to be male. Tell me in your next email what it was like showing your knickers to the assistant. Also on Friday you will go to work without a bra. The size of your breasts indicate to me that, for you, a bra is completely superfluous, so from that day on you will not wear a bra during the week. Men will notice especially if you wear thin tops. Enjoy them staring at you. Finally I need you to tell me in next week's email about some sexual incident in your past life that you are ashamed about. Hopefully it might involve you doing something naughty that you have not told Rick. Send me the one sentence email today then the other in seven days time. From Bryony I am willing to be trained to be a slut for you. From Bryony Hello sir, Your last email sent me into a spin. I spent over an hour debating with myself about offering myself up for slut training. After I'd decided to go for it I sent the email and stroked my cunt to a very satisfying orgasm. Thank you for the new instructions and your punishment (which I deserved). I am very sorry for my transgression. I confess to being shocked about some things you asked of me but I am determined to serve you and fulfil your wishes. And I find that I am enjoying my training sir. I looked at the weather forecast for Monday night. It was warm and there was no moon. I waited until 1am then stripped off all my clothes. It took quite an effort of will to step out of our back door. It wasn't quite pitch dark but dark enough for me to wait just inside until my eyes adjusted. There was nobody around and yet it seemed so naughty to be outside with my tits and cunt on display. Whilst I was standing at the bottom counting, a noise made me jump but it was only next door's cat. It approached and brushed itself against my leg so I bent and stroked it before walking back to the house. Once in bed with a hot water bottle I found I needed to masturbate as I thought about what I had just done. It helped me get off to sleep. My new rabbit vibrator is getting used every weekday at the moment. I planned to try to wait until bedtime as it's an aid to sleep but Thursday and Friday I used it twice so my cunt was sore. Luckily Rick didn't fuck me this last weekend. You said I'm not allowed to refuse him didn't you? We went for a walk together on Sunday. We both enjoyed it. I've bought two of the skirts you suggested, see pictures. They must be three or four inches shorter than any I have worn before. I put one of them on and drove to a park as you suggested. Although it was a nice evening there was nobody much around, just a gang of kids, boys and girls, but they left me alone. I sat for a while crossing and recrossing my legs as you asked, wondering how much thigh I was showing. There was a chilly wind and with just the skirt and a pair of white cotton panties to guard my nether regions I quickly walked back to the car. Once inside the house I removed the panties, (they were damp at the crotch). I have found that sitting around the house with no knickers on has been quite a turn on. I'm thinking about your comment that you will expect me to go outside like that. It scares and excites me in equal measure. All week I was dreading Friday but also looking forward to it. This is something I could never have done without your instructions. I have always worn a bra since puberty so this in itself was a big deal. I'll admit that sometimes I was wearing a bit of padding at times due to my embarrassment about having small breasts. I avoided wearing anything too thin over my tits and was hoping no one would notice. Nobody said anything but there were a lot of comments about me showing a lot more leg and I noticed men and women staring more than usual. I could hide my legs under my desk whilst I was working but got so aroused that I had to make a trip to the toilet to make myself orgasm before I even went to the shoe shop. Fortunately I was able to change panties before lunch. I found a shop as far from work as I could go in the time I had. An older man served me. My hands were shaking and I was making such a poor job of putting the shoes on that he was down on his knees helping me slide them on without me needing to ask him. I don't know how many times this had happened to him but he stayed calm and professional. The bulge in his trousers was not too obvious but he spotted me looking and smiled without any trace of embarrassment. Deliberately showing a complete stranger my panties for the first time is something I will never forget. My face must have been bright red and I left the shop in rather a hurry. That afternoon a work colleague asked me if I would like to go for a drink with him after work. I said I needed to get home to tidy up before Rick got back. I was polite and friendly and genuinely pleased that he'd asked. I do have a guilty secret. No-one knows about it except the man involved. He's a lot older than me; in fact he was just about to retire when it happened. Although he was a high up in the company I work for I had always got on well with him. We enjoyed the same sense of humour and laughed a lot in each other's company. I could tell he fancied me and I fancied him in a way. I'd worked as his PA for a while, that's how we first got to know each other. I liked the way he treated me as if I was his equal. I was up for promotion and knew there were two or three other candidates. We were joking around as usual and he said he would be on the interview panel. "I could get you this job you know but you'll have to give me a BJ?" he said, but his giggle at the end told me it was said in fun. I stopped laughing and eyed him seriously. "You could get me the job, how come?" "I know the others on the panel, they trust my judgement -they'll do as I say," he said. "Okay, you're on. I'll make it your retirement present from me," I said. "Look Bryony, you know I was only joking don't you?" There was no-one around so I gave him a kiss, smack on the lips and he returned it. We arranged to work late one night and I sucked him off. I enjoyed it but he left the company shortly after and I didn't see him from then on. Sure enough I got the promotion. It has been a pleasant memory that I have used in masturbatory fantasies over the last year or two. I feel compelled to tell you the absolute truth sir because I am yours to command. I can't wait to read your next set of instructions. Bryony Submits Ch. 02 Please read the first chapter otherwise this story will make little sense. ***** From John Bryony, I am happy this week with your cooperation. You really are enjoying the training aren't you? I'd like you to tell me more about your work colleague and why you turned him down. He wants to fuck you doesn't he? Do you want to fuck him? You've already given a blow job to a work colleague to get promotion. So I am sure that you are willing to cheat on Rick again for me. We need to move your training up another notch. I want you to cut your pubic hair again, but this time, make it very short, but do not shave it fully. When you have done that and to show your subservience to me you will send me a photo of your naked body. You can leave off your head if you prefer. I want a front and back view, (use a mirror). It is important that the pictures display your cunt, so make sure your legs are wide apart. I own that cunt so you need to ask my permission each time when you begin fucking other men. You will also get yourself tattooed on your wrist. Buy yourself a watch, probably a man's watch. This is to conceal it from Rick. I am sending you a picture of what I want. It can be quite small. It is Chinese characters showing the date you decided to accept your submission to me. Please take a photo in close up so I know it is done properly but I also want it to show up on your naked pictures as well. I know you will find this difficult. I am putting my brand on you and I hope you will revel in the fact that you have this permanent mark on your body. That's it for this week. Write me again in seven days. Don't forget the pictures, I am looking forward to seeing them. From Bryony I was not expecting the instructions you sent me and again had to think long and hard about continuing our correspondence. I was blushing and feeling humiliated as I read through your email but realise that that is the reason I keep going. It's the embarrassment and humiliation that I seem to crave. That feeling of being at your mercy makes me very flushy down below. In other words my cunt gets so wet I can feel wetness running down my legs. You asked me about Ron who I work with. He suggested going out for a drink after work but I said "No". He's asked me to have lunch with him since then. Yes, I do want to fuck him but you know that saying about never shitting on your own doorstep? He's very attractive and very married with three children. His desk is close to mine. So I said "No" to the lunch too. I don't want to mess up his life. I don't want to have to change jobs to avoid him if it all went wrong. I've started wearing thinner, strappier tops without the bra so guys are eyeballing me and chatting with me more than ever. I'm enjoying my new life and it's all down to you sir, so, reluctantly, I have followed your instructions, at least up to a point. Rick fucked me this last weekend and I did enjoy it. It's got to be better than doing yourself and I had lots of slutty happenings to think about as we did it. It was Saturday night after we went to bed, missionary style. I can honestly confirm that the initiative all came from him. I know from your last email where this is leading, (fucking other men), so I don't need Rick to do that. But it was okay as a stop gap. He asked about my shorter cunt hair and I told him I had started swimming at the local baths and did not want stray hairs peeping out of my costume. He said he liked it and suggested I shave it all off. I think I would like that. Please can you give me permission sir? The reluctance was about the tattoo and the photographs. I'm self conscious about my large bum (or would you prefer me to write arse?) and my smallish tits. I'm scared that once you see my naked body you will lose interest in me and stop writing. I know my body is a bit pair shaped. My skin is also very pale and freckled (as you can see) because I'm fair skinned and need to wear factor 50 suntan lotion otherwise I burn. I want you to be filled with lust when you look at the pictures and use them to masturbate over. If you do I expect you won't speak about it. It would be nice to see your photo but again I expect you would say "No" to that too. You will see from the photos that I have complied with your request to have a tattoo on my wrist. Now for the hard part, I could lie about it but I never want to lie to you sir. It looks completely genuine but, risking another one of your forfeits, I decided to have one of those that fades away after a few months. I have always hated tattoos on women and the idea of having something like that permanently on my body frightens me. I will admit that every time I look at it I get a sexual tingle so I promise to consider a permanent one after this one has faded. Sorry sir, I know you will be angry with me -now do your worst! You will now see that whilst I am still yours to command there may be limits in the future beyond which I will not go. There are stories about women doing it with animals. Please do not ask me to do that. I cannot. There is also something else that has been bothering me. Will you be asking me to split with Rick somewhere down the line? As things are at the moment I could not contemplate it. It's obvious that if he ever discovers what I have been up to during the week, he will probably want to end it. But it's got to come from him not me. I know it's rather naughty of me but I rather like the idea of making him my cuckold. I'm loving what's happening but I realise I still have feelings for him. From John What the fuck Bryony! Who the hell is supposed to be in charge here? I warn you that if you try any more of this turning the tables, imposing conditions, reinterpreting my instructions to suit yourself- our relationship, for what it's worth, will be at an end. I don't have time for it so I'm refusing to answer any of the rubbish you spout about in your last paragraph. You have a way out so if you don't like it—just pull the fucking plug. As for the tattoo fiasco I'm inclined to allow that for the time being. I promised I was a benevolent leader didn't I? But that doesn't mean no punishment. You will repeat the last punishment but do it on four consecutive nights. No waiting for a warm dry night. Tell me all about it. If it rains every night, tough- there are umbrellas you know. Thank you for your photographs. You are a beautiful woman. Stop putting yourself down. Your comments about Ron are fair enough but I think he might be useful to you. You are at a point where you are ready to fuck a stranger. In fact it sounds like you want to. Am I right? A good slut will always answer "Yes" to that question. Make sure Ron knows you are not interested in him. Don't give him the real reason. Say he's not your type or whatever. Make sure he gets the message. Men can be stupid at times. I don't want him harbouring any hopes you'll change your mind. Have lunch with him. Tell him you've found out that Rick is fucking a woman he's met over in Scarborough. Say you want to get your own back. What's good for the gander is also good for the goose, that sort of thing. Tell him you don't want to start an affair with anyone. Spell it out. You want a one night stand. But the man he finds will get to fuck you. This kind of conversation is against your nature isn't it? Well, make it your nature. It's unlikely he'll fix you up with someone suitable all at once. But I want you to set it up so that he's at least going through all his list of male friends. I'm sure he'll find a suitable victim for you. Make sure you are still wearing miniskirts during this next week. Leave the house without panties twice in the week. On one of these occasions take a bus ride and go up onto the top deck. In addition to whatever happens with Ron you have my permission to fuck a guy who hits on you over the next week. It's up to you, you don't have to accept a date with the first man that asks you. By now you've probably already opened the attachment. That naked body is mine, I took the pictures today, read the date on the newspaper. Buy yourself a copy if you want to make sure it's genuine. As you can see I do not have any tattoos. Oh, by the way, you have my permission to shave your pubes. Make sure you keep them shaved at all times. Bryony Submits Ch. 03 From Bryony Wow! You sent me an up to date picture of yourself! Naked! What a lovely surprise. Thank you very much. I expect I'm getting way ahead of myself but I can't help thinking that this means we are going to meet up sometime. I do hope so. I knew you were a good bit older than me but I've always liked older men. You are so handsome and thinner than I expected. Sorry if that last bit sounded rude but I had a mental picture of you and you are nothing like it. So much better; I'm rambling, sorry. Here is the description of how your punishment tasks went. I was concerned that one of my neighbours would see me the first time then watch out for me on the following three nights. I'll admit that the idea did make me wet. You are training me to enjoy exhibitionism aren't you? I have no idea if I was seen or not. The first night I walked down to the bottom of my garden it was a full moon. I'd set my alarm for 4am as I thought everybody would be fast asleep at that time. It was easier stepping out of the back door this time. I find it's quite sensual and sexy being outside naked and I can see why it's attractive to nudists. I've been lucky with the weather except for this first night when there was a fine drizzle. As it was warm I didn't bother with a brolly, it was quite sensual feeling the rain on my body and my nipples were sticking out. I was glad to get back in again, towel down and get under my duvet. I had trouble sleeping and even wanking to orgasm didn't help. Can women wank? Not sure, but you know what I mean. The second night a white bird flew silently and low across the garden. I think it must have been a barn owl. I'd set my alarm for 1.30am this time which meant I got to sleep after. All was quiet so that's my plan in the future. The same cat brushed up against me but I'd seen it approaching. It's amazing how your eyes get used to the dark and what you can see. Nothing much happened on the other two nights apart from further meetings with the cat. It's becoming a nocturnal friend. A neighbours bedroom light came on and off again on the last night. Someone in that house may have been spying on me but I found the possibility exciting rather than scary. My hot water bottle has come in very useful this week. I've survived my punishment and despite the goose pimples and chattering teeth the thought that I was doing my handsome master's bidding seemed to make it worthwhile. Now for the other tasks you set me. As requested I had lunch with Ron and made it clear he is not my type. It was very embarrassing asking him to find me a fuck buddy. Putting it all into words made me blush but it also turned me on. I didn't tell Ron of course and am hoping he didn't realise that I was creaming whilst I talked to him. He says he will find someone for me and I'm sure he means to try. He described it as a very unusual request and I think he was in shock after I said it. So it will take him a day or two to get used to the idea and then act on it. So far he has been unable to come up with anybody but he's only had two or three days. One evening this week I plucked up all my courage and went into a bar after work on my own. This was based on you giving me permission to fuck a man that I fancy if I get the chance of going out on a date. I stood at the bar with my drink but nobody started up a conversation with me. I know what you're thinking but I'm far too shy to initiate a conversation myself. I don't think people do this chance meeting in a bar stuff anymore do they? Probably most start a relationship via the internet. Would that be acceptable sir? It could take a bit longer registering for a dating site but I'm quite willing to give it a try. You'll be pleased to know that I did venture out of the house twice with my nether regions bare. I hope I haven't caught a cold as the combination of shaved pubes and no knickers was a bit draughty. You'd think my nightly naked walks would have helped but my garden is quite sheltered and it was windy both days. I was scared stiff the wind would blow my skirt up but fortunately it didn't. It made for two exciting expeditions. I did go up on to the top deck of a bus but managed to do it without any men following me. It all added to the excitement. It feels like I'm getting into a routine now in a way. Ron didn't want sex this last weekend and seemed a bit distant with me. Maybe it's my imagination but I've got this feeling that he's worked out that there's something different going on. If he has he's keeping his thoughts to himself. His job is going well and he's hoping to get a raise in pay and extra responsibilities in the near future. Is he being unfaithful to me? I don't know but the way I'm behaving I could hardly tick him off about it, could I? Bryony From John Bryony I'd been hoping for something more concrete to happen this week but it sounds like you made a rather weak attempt to pick up a man in a bar so I'll give you points for trying. Okay if you must try to meet men on the internet I don't want to stop you. But it's nothing like as easy as it might sound and there are quite a few weirdoes out there. Have you no suitable male friends you could ask? You are probably thinking that whatever happens the guy will no longer be your platonic friend any more. Your relationship with him will be changed forever won't it? Well think about it. Provided you have realised and accepted that that will happen and prepared yourself you might still want to give it a go. I know you'll be worried he will tell all your other friends. He may want to keep it quiet, particularly if he's married but if he does boast about it, you know what that means don't you? Suddenly there'll be a lot more guys hitting on you and you'll be in a better position to choose someone you really fancy. A good slut wants men to know she's a slut. Dressing like one is all very well but there's nothing like a bit of free publicity to bring the men running. Anyway hopefully Ron will come up with a suitable candidate. I've been thinking about another task for you and, bearing in mind your shyness and a seemingly ingrained belief that it has to be the man who makes the first move I want you to engage with men in conversations this next week. I'm not going to tell you how and where this will happen, that will be up to you but it will happen or you will face the consequences. And the consequences will not involve going to the bottom of your garden either. I have something worse in mind. So to be clear you are to initiate conversations with up to ten different males. I realise that could be difficult in such a short time but you must talk with at least six this week. If you only manage six you will have another four the following week, or three or two or one to do if you do better. By the end of the second week you must have completed your quota of ten. As time passes I will be better able to verify that you have completed tasks but at present you are on trust. I have come to believe what you tell me but if, in the future, when we are better acquainted, I find you have been pretending to complete tasks you will be in a lot of trouble. Yes, we will meet in time, but not just yet.