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Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 1

By: Barbara



The phone rang late at night. Kate, my daughter in Brisbane had been hospitalised for a few days. I recognised the caller's voice and felt a sense of shame at my response. Instinctively my arm folded to cover my hardening nipples and I turned my back so that Alf didn't see. 

Every time my husband made love to me, since my initial meeting with Steve my mind had been elsewhere, unable to resist the fantasy that I was having sex with Steve rather than him. I grew wet, blushing and stumbling my words, shaking like a leaf, from the shock of hearing Steve's voice again. If Alf noticed the telltale changes in my body? He just couldn't! I was completely naked and so unable to disguise my excited state. My confidence quickly disintegrated.

"What?--How?---Will she be alright?" I was almost incoherent as I tried to talk rationally while trying to hide my feelings for him.

"Nothing for you to worry about." Steve chuckled. "Can I speak to Alf for a moment, perhaps?" He suggested in a caring tone.

I composed myself while Alf took the call for me, too unsettled to speak to Steve again. Although my only daughter's medical condition didn't appear urgent, she had still been admitted to hospital for a minor gynaecological procedure, according to what Alf told me after he put the phone down. He urged me to take a few days break away, to check on Kate and put my mind at rest, even though he wasn't able to come with me on such short notice. I'd heard him accept Steve's offer of accommodation so at that point, I didn't dare to make other plans. Alf would suspect that something was wrong, still having no idea that Steve was attracted to me. I wasn't completely sure about him myself. The fact remained that I was about to stay with Steve for a few days as his guest and be on my own at their house with him. Could I trust myself? Recent evidence suggested otherwise but of course I wanted to go and stay with him while Kate was in hospital.

It all happened in such a rush. Between packing a small overnight bag and organising holiday finances, I barely slept a wink. I was bleary eyed when I farewelled my husband next morning. 

"Let me know if you need me?" Alf said at the check-in. "I can see that you're worried about Kate. Steve said that they have a spare double bedroom at his house. I'll ring up to let him know your flight number and have him meet you at the airport."

Alf bid me farewell at the departure area, allowing me time to think about the reason I had really decided to go. I recalled our initial meeting with Steve, just a few short weeks ago; 

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The moment I saw Steve I had the disturbing sense that I had met him before. His piercing blue eyes and his well tanned, ruggedly handsome features commanded attention right from the moment he walked through our front door. I couldn't tear my eyes from him. Kate's new partner brought to mind my first husband, a well equipped lover with a superb body. When his eyes met mine, I noted more than a casual interest in his expression. Steve was subdued at first, eying me over with sexual interest, obvious to me. Kate started off introductions in her bubbly infectious manner.

"This is my mum, Steve.----Mrs Atkins, these days." She blushed as I smiled and swiftly corrected her.

"Just call me Tricia, Steve." 

He approached me with arms outstretched in total silence, confidently and smug with a hint of a cheeky grin on his face, so much like the way I'd met Ken, my first husband. 

"Haven't I seen you around somewhere before?" I prompted him. 'Confounded sense of deja vu!' I thought. The last time I saw Kate in Brisbane, six months ago, she had been flatting with two young girls. No mention of any boyfriends, at that time. Steve replied, tongue in cheek, with an impish expression on his face, rolling his eyes as he spoke to me.

"I'm sure that I would have remembered meeting YOU, if I had." It sounded like a pick up line, the way I took it. His eyes undressed me, turning my complexion pink. Although his flippant remark seemed amusing to the others in the room it was full of innuendo. I tried to curtail a mutual attraction by reaching out to shake his hand. 

A tingle of desire touched my body and my heart fluttered, none the less, the moment my flesh touched in greeting. I gazed into his eyes. What was the matter with me? This man was younger than I was. Now 43, I put him in his late twenties. Besides, he was my daughter's regular boyfriend, soon to be my son judging by the letters I had been receiving lately. Although first contact was strict social etiquette, to be expected, Steve held onto my hand for longer than necessary. 

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After getting comfortable,[More about that later.] I tried to get to sleep on the plane. Closing my eyes, but thinking about Steve, I just couldn't get him out of my mind as I napped. While awake I convinced myself that I had to be mistaken. Steve had been hoping to complement his future mother at our last meeting, surely? None the less I made sure that I was never alone with him for the rest of his stay. 

Luckily, Alf befriended Steve and monopolised his short time with us. Maybe it was just my over-active imagination at work? It wasn't until the plane was descending over the coral sea, lining up it's approach to Eagle Farm airport, that my stomach knotted up with nerves. I was trembling, despite my calm exterior. I loved flying and had travelled alone before. There was only one explanation when I thought about it. 'What made me dispose of those panties?' 'Do I want to get caught?'

Dressed in one of my classiest summer business outfits, I knew Steve was meeting me at the airport. Although I hadn't addressed the issue, my moral values altered dramatically since the time I first met him. Remembering past events, my reckless need originated from then;

After Steve's first visit, actually the same night they left, I urged Alf to try a few different sexual positions and techniques. With my normal reservation on hold I begged him to share any hidden desires that he might have, with me. Guilt played a part in my impulsive need to improve the sexual side of my relationship with my husband.

"Go on, Alf. You must have a few unfulfilled fantasies stored away. You never know? I might be happy to go along with them. We're getting older and we really should be able to talk about these things at our age." I remembered rationalising with him.

Alf smiled and whispered in my ear. My eyes widened as he spoke but I listened without saying a word. His fantasy world took me by surprise because Alf had always been so enigmatic in the past. If he had those kind of fetishes all along, I would never have guessed. Still, in the spirit of livening up our marriage, I couldn't see much harm in it. 

"It's only play acting. You can always refuse." Alf explained anxiously. "You did ask, Tricia!" He emphasised, his face reddening defensively, waiting. "Well, what do you think?"

As I nodded my head slowly, my own fantasy began to flourish. Alf had just surprised me with his candour. I was shocked yet excited.

"Will you let me?" His voice rose to a higher pitch. "Really?" 

Alf's expression changed from nervous apprehension to one of animated delight. He obviously couldn't believe his good fortune, in essential need of a boost to his libido. Sex had become perfunctory between us.

"Anything for you, Tiger. I only want to make you happy. I'll do whatever you say from now on." I spoke for the first time. 

"I'm going to hold you to that." He affirmed, with a contented expression on his face. "I think we should start right away?"

I slipped my nightie off, laying a towel on the bed, by way of reply.

Alf sprang into action, getting all the equipment he would need from our en-suite bathroom. I gazed lovingly into his eyes as I blushingly positioned myself, legs fully apart, with a rapidly moistening vulva. He grabbed a waterproof cushion off my dressing table chair. I raised my hips dutifully while he placed the cushion under my bottom. "Please be careful, Tiger. Remember! I don't want to get cut." I giggled with embarrassment while he lathered up in between my legs, not forgetting the inner cheeks of my bottom. Alf had always been so thorough, absolutely pedantic, most of our mutual friends would say. 

The first part of the process turned me on far more than I expected.

"It tickles!" I gasped, giggling even more loudly as my libido grew stronger. "For God's sake be careful."

When Alf began shaving my entire pubic region I closed my eyes tight and prayed that he knew what he was doing. He was blissfully unaware, as far as I knew, but in my own secret fantasy world I imagined that it was Steve down there, tending these most intimate requirements so tenderly. Each stroke of his safety razor sent a shockwave of static electricity coursing though my body. The orgasmic sensation caused my nipples to harden and grow. Exposed skin became more sensitive to the touch once the hair was removed completely. Alf's laboured breathing over my rigid labia almost brought me to a climax. Once he completed his task, the slightest touch sent chills of delight running through my spine. Alf beckoned me to follow him.

"Let's powder you up down there?" He was fully erect even then.

I followed him into our en suite, an obedient sex slave, looking like a pre-pubescent schoolgirl apart from for my lust swollen labia lips. We both examined my reflection in the mirror, Alf whispering in awe.

"You look gorgeous, darling." He breathed. "I knew you would."

Sexual intercourse followed immediately, right there in the bathroom. Alf was as randy as I was. It was like starting married life all over again. My husband loved the shaven look so much that I readily agreed to keep my pubic region as smooth as a billiard ball. We used a cheap depilatory cream every day until the growth ceased. My pubic hair had never been lush and plentiful, unlike other lady friends I knew. 

Requests became orders as I allowed Alf to assume control. I obeyed him willingly at first, enjoying the game as much as he did. Each day brought demands that stretched my limits but after the first night of passion, Alf could barely keep his hands off me. Obedience brought a reward, dampening my sense of guilt. At last we discussed our mutual needs more openly. I gave up wearing panties at home, exciting myself before his eyes, as a prelude to sex without the normal shame. I also overcame my reluctance to indulge in oral sex with him, beginning to believe that, paradoxically, I was the one that was in control.

"They say that life begins at 40, don't they?" He enthused.

"I don't think I've ever enjoyed sex quite as much." I'd agreed with a guilty smile. "It keeps getting better all the time."

Alf brought an illustrated book from hiding, that helped inspire his fantasy, inviting me to read it with him. Arguments became rarer. He was still unaware of my obsession over Steve and I'd felt it best to keep that fact secret. Over the years I had trained myself to use an endearment with Alf, fearing I would betray myself, using my previous husband, Ken's name in the odd moment of unbridled passion. I called Alf 'Tiger', long before the name became more appropriate. 

The first time Alf instructed me to go with him to our local shopping centre dressed normally, but without underwear, I finally rebelled.

"Not in this short skirt!" I gasped. "For God's sake Tiger!"

"Go on! Be a devil." He chortled. "Leave your panties at home!" He demanded. "Remember what you promised?"

We argued, leading to our first compromise. 

Let me choose a longer dress before I would agree to leave our house.

Naturally, I was nervous, but quickly discovered that the sensation of walking around in a public setting, minus my knickers, promoted an unexpected adrenalin rush. Becoming aware of people around me, places that we visited and the natural environment in a completely different way, I began to enjoy the challenge. The swirling air around my naked pubic area stimulated my desires, making me eager for sex when we got home. Fear of exposure kept me alert. When it was breezy I would tuck a pair of briefs into my purse, in case I needed them. Alf caught me one day and flew into a rage, his rapid mood swing frightening me.

"You know that I won't allow you to wear panties while I'm with you." He thundered. "Anyway, my lady, by the time you get to put them on it would be too late. What do you think you could do, Tricia?" His eyes gleamed in manic triumph. "Put them on in public?"

Not daring to argue, I left them at home, feeling far more vulnerable without the means to cover up. Alf's nature had become unpredictable. He delighted in my discomfort, getting a kind of vicarious thrill out of keeping me on edge. Even so, I had to admit, my enthusiasm for sex had been enhanced by Alf's challenges. The toys he bought me and the erotic movies we watched were gradually having his desired effect on me. Although I never dared to confess, one particularly turned me on.

We watched a video called 'The Story Of O.' one evening. Alf pointed out O's willingness to degrade herself for her lover as a virtue. He lectured me about the exquisite nature of humiliation, as if I should enjoy the way it would make me feel 'when' strangers became aware of my lack of underwear. The way he spoke rang alarm bells in my mind.

"When!" I repeated. "You've to be joking, surely." I giggled.

"You should be proud of your body, like O." He grinned. "I am."

Alf remained impassive, continuing to taunt me with the possibility of total exposure. Mortified by his constant hints that he might help me to get over my shyness by inviting one of his close friends around for a show. He wanted me to masturbate, for him and Dave, offering to blindfold me first. I broke down when he picked up the phone, largely because the thought of doing it for them actually excited me.

"Please don't, Tiger!" I sobbed. "This has gone far enough. I could never look Dave in the eye again." My body trembled. "I only do that kind of thing for you, on our own, Tiger. Nobody else."

We agreed to yet another compromise. 

In the privacy of our home, I did my housework stark naked, early in the morning. Becoming accustomed to this, I ventured further into the day totally nude. We also had sex more often, three or four times a day and not only in the bedroom either. Our antics by then, had fewer limits. Once Alf got into one of his moods, refusal was not an option and the level of risk became irrelevant to both of us.

We were having sex in the lounge one day, when the doorbell suddenly rang. Fortunately, the drapes were closed on that occasion. Alf just carried on making love to me, acting as if we were alone, although we could hear a couple talking as they waited for us to open the door. I froze, scared to make a sound, forced to suppress the orgasmic squeal that was mere moments from my lips prior to the interruption. The two shadows at the door left, eventually, after what seemed like hours of excruciating tension. The delay to my orgasm almost overwhelmed me by the time I let go. I screamed, discovering that the danger factor had actually brought a thrilling new dimension into our sex life. 

"You see! I told you so." Alf grinned excitedly. "Just go take a good look at yourself in the mirror! You loved it."

I was amazed by the image I saw. Absolutely radiant, my face aglow, I looked more youthful and vibrant. Apart from a hysterectomy scar, the following years had treated me well. I looked attractive without any clothing on. My shoulder length blonde hair looked soft and natural, no longer contradicted by body hair. My pink nipples stood perfectly erect, quivering beacons inviting attention. My slim figure had toned up magnificently, breasts firmer than they had been ten years ago, no cellulite at all. Unsightly elastic marks from wearing underwear had faded completely away. Even my clitoris was prominent and erect.

"Alright! You win again." I giggled, taking more pride.

Apart from leaving a thin floral house coat hanging behind the front door, in case Alf had some of his friends drop by, I remained nude by choice. Now comfortable with the exhilarating sensation of nakedness, I invented reasons to go out more often. Anxiety ceased markedly but I still reserved the right to choose longer dresses. I had a feeling that Alf would gleefully expose me to some unsuspecting stranger if I let him. I knew it would be only a matter of time before it happened. It was just like living with a ticking time bomb but the mere thought of such exposure kept me in a constant state of anxiety, needing more and more sexual stimulation from Alf, once we got home. 

"God! I can't keep up with you anymore." He would complain.

Surprisingly, Alf allowed me to wear underwear for my trip, conceding that I would be on my own at the airport. We both agreed that closer personal scrutiny had become a fact of life for travellers since the terrorist activity first started last October. 

I compromised with Alf, out of habit I guess. 

As a result I'd chosen an ultra lightweight, pleated skirt and jacket combination in dressing for the trip to Brisbane. It had long been my favourite outfit although I'd never have dared to wear it without any underclothing in the past. The silk blouse was translucent, making a bra essential if I had to remove my jacket. Alf picked an old pair of panty girdle briefs for me, while I put on my favourite bra.

"You'll have to wear those." He held them up to check. "Nobody can see though those babies."

It felt ridiculous, putting them on. All my stockings were the thigh high, self supporting type which my husband preferred. 'I should have thrown that pair out long ago.' I fumed, but Alf insisted.

"It's those or none at all" He chuckled emphatically. "Make up your mind."

Alf had his way again.

It wasn't until I was on the flight, feeling restricted in my elastic panty girdle, that I decided that I couldn't stand wearing it for one minute longer. That pair was much too tight anyway. Yearning for the freedom that I had become accustomed to, I made my way to the toilet cubicle intending to dispense with them just for the remainder of the flight. Once removed, they were too bulky to fit into my make-up bag. With nowhere to conceal them, in a moment of madness, I flushed them down the toilet. The instant they vanished I regretted it, but it was too late. I walked carefully back to my seat feeling naughty, sensual but a heck of lot more comfortable. Several people looked sideways at me but I detected no adverse reaction. The lights were dim and I was too tired to care. Only when the aircraft was about to land, did the reality of what I had done kick in. Even from thousands of miles away my husband had managed to remain in control, I realised.

Continued tomorrow in Chapter Two; Tricia allows a stranger to seduce her. 

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Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 2



I barely felt the bump as we landed, still torturing myself about the imminent reunion with Steve. Surveying other passengers nearby, they seemed grateful to be safely on the ground, ignoring me. I checked my stocking tops warily. As the heel of my palm rubbed against my shaven vulva my nipples reacted immediately, pressing noticeably against my blouse despite the bra. After removing my seatbelt, I buttoned up my jacket and arranged my short, pleated skirt covering my thighs more modestly. The only choice was to use the ladies toilet after I got my luggage back, to dress decently again. 

Knowing that my other pairs of panties were packed in an overnight bag I was fully aware of the high risk of exposure till then. My pulse raced wildly. When our hostess walked the aisle on the way to the terminal building I turned my head away, unable to look her in the eye. Burdened with guilt, the trip to the terminal seemed to take longer than normal so I utilised the time to refresh my makeup. It was hard to keep my hand from shaking. I had butterflies in my stomach by the time the aircraft ground to a halt. Weak kneed, I eased myself into the aisle as soon as the captain made the disembarkation announcement, praying not to get caught up amongst the crowd and glad that Alf wasn't with me. 

In the confined quarters of the aircraft companionway the difficulty of preventing physical contact with nearby passengers became all too real. It became apparent that there were people ahead of me that were just as keen to leave the plane. They hemmed me in, front and rear. Sandwiched into the crowded aisle, the man behind me exposed me for a short-lived moment. I felt the back of his hand brush the inner cheek of my bottom, under my skirt. I let out a gasp, blushing while I spun to face him. Meeting his eyes, I knew instantly that the well dressed businessman was fully aware that I wasn't wearing so much as a thong under my skirt. For several seconds I remained speechless as I fought to come to terms with the intimate way he had fondled me, glaring. 

The man, who appeared to be travelling alone, recovered immediately.

"Whoops! I'm sorry Miss. A complete accident, I assure you." He gave me a wry, knowledgeable grin. "Please forgive me, will you?"

"Oh, alright!----It is crowded in here." I stammered awkwardly, not believing him for one second. He beamed with unrepentant delight. 

I smiled shyly back at him, inwardly hoping to bring the incident to a close. The man attempted to continue the conversation. Feeling that my face was still flushed with humiliation, I hastily turned away and continued to shuffle toward the exit. It was difficult to ignore the explosion of sexual tension within me. Although the man had withdrawn his hand immediately and apologised for his mistake, the concept that I had just shared an intimate part of my body with a total stranger haunted my thoughts. My early fears had finally been realised and Alf had been proved right, I guess. My lower body continued to tingle.

Eventually I made it off the aircraft, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. I mumbled my thanks, passing the hostess, moving briskly through the ramp into the terminal building. The man was still a few paces behind me when I glanced back. I wondered if the pleating in my skirt was gathered well enough to prevent my fellow passengers from seeing through the fabric. Facing a sea of bright lights up ahead it was hard to be sure in the circumstances. With some distance to walk to the baggage carousel, I could feel myself getting wetter. My erect nipples ached with the familiar desire I normally felt when I dressed for Alf. He had speculated about how it might make me feel if I was seen in public without panties on. Of course, we had never considered that it might happen whilst I was on my own, in such a sexy revealing outfit. Imagining I could be seen as encouraging the man to make yet another pass at me, I increased my pace to put more distance between us. Denied Alf's reassuring presence, my brow dampened with nervous trepidation and my engorged nipples now felt like golf balls.

"Whatever must he think of me?" I muttered to myself.

Fully aware that I could have let the man overtake me by slowing down or even halting to catch my breath, I decided to use the moment as my latest personal challenge. As I walked on I couldn't help reflecting on the last occasion that had caused me to react so excitedly;

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If ever I refused Alf, there had to be compromise involved. Mostly it meant posing for his camera but the night before I left for Brisbane, Alf manoeuvred me into having anal sex with him. Alf had had longed to try it. I had misgivings but once Alf began to lubricate my virgin rosebud the pleasure was unmistakable. It had never occurred to me that the anal opening had quite so many nerve endings in common with a vagina. It realised opportunities for sexual variety, improbable as it felt when Alf attempted entry. The defensive reaction to clench my sphincter muscle prevented pleasure on my part, at least initially. Despite liberal lubrication being applied it hurt me like blazes. "It's not going to work this time, Tiger.---Ouch!" I protested, pulling away from him. "Let's do more photos instead?"

"Just relax those muscles Tricia, my darling." Alf persisted. "Remember who's in charge!" He nibbled at my neck and ears, doing his best to relax me. "Now, let's try it again shall we?"

His hot member moved more easily, once the bulbous head passed though my virginal opening. Gradually Alf buried his throbbing member inside me. The weird feeling of helplessness diminished. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Alf stroked very slowly and gently to begin with, groaning with ecstasy. I enjoyed a deliciously wicked orgasm, despite earlier apprehension. I convulsed unashamedly, squealing with delight trying to encourage faster movement. Alf gripped my hips tightly, stiffened and sighed. The sensation in my bowels brought feelings of tremendous accomplishment to me once I understood that he, too, had ejaculated. Together, we'd overcame another of life's sexual taboos, enjoying it.

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I quickly discovered that it was impossible to retreat to the toilets after I managed to claim my overnight bag. Airport security was much stricter and an official was marshalling all the arriving passengers directly toward a vast array of health and customs people. There was really little choice but to take the risk and accompany all the other passengers through the newly enhanced and usually lengthy immigration procedures, with no pants on. I calculated the odds of getting though to reception without causing a scene, shuddering involuntarily.

At the carousel all the passengers were trying to get their bags at once, jostling to reach their luggage, most of them with scant regard for others trying to do the same thing. It was absolute bedlam.

"Any minute now." I hissed inaudibly under the hypnotic effect of watching the luggage passing before my eyes, half expecting to be humiliated again. I leaned over to retrieve my bag, wobbling slightly in my heels, bending my knees modestly. The man that had followed me steadied my arm, causing a further adrenalin rush. However, this time his help was more than welcome, assisting me until I was balanced.

"Sorry if I startled you again, Miss. I was only trying to help you." The man explained. "I'll even get your next suitcase for you if you'd like to point it out for me?"

The intoxicating perfume of his aftershave cologne almost overwhelmed my senses. My expensively dressed admirer stood beside me, seemingly anxious to atone for his earlier misdeed. He looked rather pensive in a distinguished sort of way, as if silently waiting for an irritated reaction from me. I put him at ease with a grateful smile, trying to make the best of a thoroughly embarrassing situation.

"Very kind of you, Sir. I only have the one bag this time,--but thanks anyway." I quavered, acknowledging him.

There was an oddly alluring quality about the man. I lingered longer than I should have, evaluating my new friend. The gentleman exuded a contained sense of power, invigorating my strength of purpose for the difficulties that lay ahead of me. He noticed my fascinated smile and seized the opportunity to flirt with me, yet again.

"Here's one of my bags now, Miss." He grabbed his expensive pig skin briefcase and hurriedly handed me his business card. "I'd like to apologise to you properly, perhaps over a drink or two, once we get though to the airport bar?" He broke into a grin. "I'm extremely sorry if I embarrassed you before, by the way." He whispered. "Can't say that I didn't enjoy the experience though." He winked knowingly.

It seemed that this grey haired, wide shouldered businessman in his immaculately tailored suit was trying to pick me up. When I reflected upon the way we first met, that incident had generated far more of an aphrodisiac effect on both of us than I first realized. My heart beat faster as I considered his offer. Unlike an encounter at home, it was improbable that we would meet up again. He was giving me the perfect opportunity to test my inexplicable infatuation with danger. Inclined to accept yet torn between lust and responsibility, I shook my head.

"I'm being picked up by my son, I'm afraid. In fact he's probably waiting for me." I forced myself to back away. Still smiling softly, I held up his card, tucking it securely into my bra. "Perhaps I'll ring you later?" I held my bag up, teasing him. "It's a pity I'm only here for a few days."

"Later then! I hope you do get in touch with me soon, at least before you leave Brisbane." His steely grey eyes narrowed with a new authority. "Look! Here comes another one of my cases now." He smiled regretfully, before turning back toward the carousel. 

I was on the verge of remaining with him but my thoughts were rudely interrupted by the echoing tone of an airline announcement.

"Will all passengers please proceed toward the arrival lounge, the moment you have all your luggage in hand."

Compulsively, I decided to ring my admirer at a later time and left, hoping the suave businessman would catch up to me again, annoyed that I hadn't been able to agree to his intriguing proposal. 

"This way, Madam." A grey uniformed man pointed the way.

I acknowledged the big, grim faced security official, ignoring panic for the moment. I acted courageously with renewed spring in my step, swinging my overnight bag casually while approaching the first in the long line of desks. At the first opportunity, I examined my admirer's gold trimmed business card, placing it into an airline folder with my return ticket, impressed by the letters after his name. 

"Well, Nigel Hawthorn, you must be well off!" I hissed softly, wondering whether if he would remember me when I rang to make contact with him. I realised that I hadn't given my name and an anticlimactic sense of frustration haunted me. I felt thwarted that I hadn't seized the opportunity to get to know the man better while I had the chance. I had never been unfaithful to Alf but was a changed woman, eager to explore new horizons whilst away. Searching behind me as I moved on, it appeared that I had lost my new admirer amongst the crowd. Nobody noticed my state of undress by the time I reached final checkpoint. 

A wave of relief swept over me, like having a win a the casino. I had actually made it through, undetected. Even the customs officer smiled back at me, not bothering to check my overnight bag. 

"Welcome to Brisbane, Madam." He glanced at my declaration form before allowing me to carry on. "Have a pleasant stay."

With one last backward glance, I advanced slowly towards the crowded reception area. As I was waved though the last door I could see Steve waiting, on his own. He seemed anxious, glancing at his watch as his eyes scanned the arriving passengers. Casually dressed with an open shirt and beach shorts he stood out from the rest as a man who didn't care what other people thought of him. It brought to mind my greatest worry. Did he have any idea about the way I felt toward him? As soon as he saw me he ran forward with his arms outstretched, his handsome face beaming with excited youthful delight. I was elated and horny.

"Over here, Tricia!" He called out in his nasal Australian accent. "Good to see you again."

I thought quickly, majestically holding my luggage out, thus dodging his attempt to hug me. Putting his hands to better use with my bag, I got a hasty peck on the cheek instead. We shook hands, reminiscent of the initial time we met, my heart rate increasing even so.

"I've left my car outside, Tricia. Is there anything you would you like to do first?" He indicated the refreshment facilities in the arrival lounge. "Are you thirsty?" He urged with a welcoming smile.

"I'd prefer to get going, away from here, if you don't mind." I wavered. "How's Kate?" I asked, trying to intimate that I was really keen to see my daughter. "Is the hospital nearby?" 

"Kate's recovering well, Tricia, but we won't be able to visit her until late this afternoon though." 

Adroitly, I steered Steve toward the exit doors while we talked. The humid atmosphere and garbled noise within the crowded reception area was making me squirm. I was keen to leave before another humiliating incident occurred, like the one I'd endured on the aircraft. My body tensed up like an overwound spring. It was really windy outside and I was feeling particularly vulnerable.

"Is your car parked nearby, Steve?"

"If you wait for me just there I'll bring it over right away." He pointed toward the expansive parking area and smiled. "I won't be long." He set off at a trot, obligingly indicating the space reserved for private cars to uplift passengers. "Wait there!" 

I stood to the wind, holding my skirt in check, wishing I had kept my bag with me. In a foreign environment without Alf by my side, it felt like every person was watching me. Noticing a rest area near the main building with a bench seat, I was drawn toward it. The woodwork was painted and looked clean enough for me to sit on, bearing in mind my problem. Seated there, I shouldn't be so preoccupied by the breeze raising my skirt and it still left me in a good position to check the main entrance whilst awaiting Steve's return. I tingled when my naked flesh made contact with the seat, as if I had needed reminding. Every time the doors slid open I scanned the crowd, unable to take my mind off Nigel although recognising the dangers in meeting him socially. 

His face displayed a look of annoyance when he emerged, with a large trundler full of suitcases. He looked along the kerb, glancing at his watch impatiently. I almost called out but stopped myself. As much as I wanted to speak to him again, I was curious to see whether he would take one of the available taxis, prepared to let fate make my choice. Within minutes patience was rewarded when he looked around and headed in my direction, expressing his delight that I was still waiting.

"So you've been let down as well." He beamed. "Come back inside and have a drink with me." He hesitated, questioning. "Perhaps you'd prefer a more intimate atmosphere? We could go to my house instead if you like?" He pointed to the taxi stand. "Just say the word!"

I didn't know whether I ought to be flattered or annoyed at him, just that I had the same thing on my mind. Infatuated, as a moth to flame, I spoke hesitantly. Blushing openly, I patted the seat next to me. 

"Steve, my son, has just gone to get his car, Nigel. I'm so sorry.----I might have been tempted otherwise."

With his magnetic personality, his authoritative encouraging manner a big part of his attraction, Nigel appeared well accustomed to having his way with the opposite sex. He was curious about me, so during our chat I gave him my name and told him a lot more about my life than I should have. He listened respectfully but got straight to the point, leaving no doubt as to his motives. Wanting him desperately, I merely blushed and nodded when he asked if I was willing to have a one night stand with him, barely able to disguise my excitement.

"It's been a long time since I met a lady like you." He sighed. 

I accepted Nigel's dare only moments before Steve arrived. He helped me to my feet and escorted me over to Steve's car, holding the door for me. He gave a wily, conspiratorial wink putting his forefinger to his lips to indicate that I should leave the talking to him.

"Don't disappoint me now, Trish. You've got my card. Ring me when you're ready and I'll pick you up if you like?" He leaned to eye level with Steve and explained. "I'm Nigel, by the way. Trish and I are old friends. You don't mind, do you?" He beamed when Steve put his hand out to introduce himself, shaking his hand.

"Can we give you a lift somewhere?" Steve offered.

"I have a car coming to fetch me later, but thank you anyway."

I stood beside him in amazement while Nigel gave the impression that he had known me for years, convincing Steve that our date was merely the result of a chance encounter, innocent in every way. I went along with Nigel's story, nodding my head where appropriate, dumbstruck by the sheer audacity of his outgoing approach, first to myself and then to Steve. I didn't stop to correct him about my name. I decided that I had told him far too much already.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW....

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Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 3



I smiled gratefully at Nigel as I gathered my skirt and eased myself into the passenger seat, next to Steve. Keeping my knees together, I shifted my legs into position in a more modest way than my intended lover appeared to expect of me, given what he knew. Disappointment at being denied a peep of my sex was evident. I captured his eye with a warm smile, knowing that Nigel was aware of the illicit relationship that we had begun. His frank approach had prompted mutual needs, but his would have to wait till later.

"I'll ring you as soon as I can. I promised. 

He squeezed my left shoulder, kissing me lightly on my cheek before closing the door and waving us farewell.

"Till later this evening then, Trish my dear." He beamed as he stood back. "I'll be looking forward to your call."

"Who was that guy?" Steve probed. "Does he live in Brisbane or out of town?"

"His card is in my bag, I'm sorry. I'll be ringing him later." I tried to put him off guard. "We met unexpectedly on the plane but his wife wasn't travelling with him at the time."

I tried to stay away from the subject but Steve was full of curiosity about meeting Nigel at the airport, after we left. Picking up on the story advanced by Nigel, I dreamed up a past association that even my husband, Alf, might easily have accepted. Keeping all options open, I told him that Nigel's wife, Isobel, was an old friend of mine from my college days.

"I can't wait to see her again." I lied shamelessly. "I've made arrangements to over to their place this evening, after we've visited Kate at the hospital. I might actually stay with my friends overnight if Isobel and I get talking?" I watched for his reaction.

"I was hoping---" He began, looking slightly crestfallen. "No, Tricia, you go out and enjoy yourself this evening, by all means."

I was tempted to ask what he had in mind but thought better of it. At this stage it was prudent not to expand on the issue. A shiver ran up my body knowing that I could spend the whole night with Nigel without further explanation, if I still wanted to by then. 

Steve had accepted my hastily fabricated excuse.

We drove on in near silence until we were heading through an upmarket suburb, with mature trees lining the avenue and with panoramic views across the city, adjacent to the upper reaches of the Brisbane river.

"Are you renting an apartment around here?" I asked, surprised when Steve turned into a quiet cul-de-sac and slowed down. It was a classy suburb with very few apartment blocks and I had been admiring the well kept older homes. "It's a beautiful area to live in."

"Nearly there." Steve smiled and turned into a driveway. "We've got this place to ourselves." Pride was evident. "I told Alf that we had plenty of room at home for you to stay with us." He found a shady spot near the front entrance to park his car, explaining. "I'll have to go out later, but I'll be back to pick you up well before hospital visiting hours." Getting out he reached back for my bag, allowing the perfect opportunity for me to let myself out and discretely rearrange my clothing out of Steve's view. "I'll show you to your room and make sure that you know your way around our house before I get going."

"It's a lovely place, Steve." I gasped, appraising the interior design of the well appointed home. It was beyond earlier expectations and I was impressed by the way the young couple lived.

Steve was a perfect host, leading me through the ground floor, making sure that he showed me the facilities in the kitchen and lounge areas before beckoning me to follow him upstairs. Considering the fantasies that he had unwittingly been part of, I hesitated momentarily. So far Steve had behaved himself, although he was slightly agitated. When I followed him into the bedroom he acted even more nervously.

"I hope you like this bedroom, Tricia?" He kept glancing at his watch while I looked around. With no personal possessions in sight it reminded me of an expensive hotel suite. I nodded my head.

"I wasn't expecting such luxury." I acknowledged. "It's great." 

"This room overlooks the city lights at night." Steve enthused, placing my bag on the bed and pulling the drapes, pointing. "Look out into the back garden, Trisha. You might like to cool yourself down in our swimming pool." His voice took on an intimate tone while I joined him at the window. "I want you to feel at home here. I'd like to get to know you better this time, while you're staying here."

"I don't know whether I've packed--" I began nervously, unsure of what he was leading up to. The tension in the room escalated.

"There's towels and a spare costume in the changing shed, next to the pool." He dismissed my concern with a smile. "Kate won't mind if you need to borrow her gear." He winked at me. "She never wears a swimsuit out there anyway. No need!" 

"Really?" He caught me off guard with his frank admission.

"I don't either, Tricia. It's much more fun when we're here on our own." He grinned cheekily. "You really ought to try it."

"What about the houses next door?" I countered, smiling at his frisky behaviour and indirect invitation. It made me wonder just how much Alf had told him about our recent lifestyle. My mind raced as he put his arm over my shoulder and explained. This is it, I thought.

"It's completely private down there, away from the view of the other houses." He glanced at his watch. "I'd love to join you, but I really have to get going." He pointed out the phone extension in the bedroom on his way out. "Perhaps you should let Alf know that you've arrived safely?"

My expectations of Steve vanished completely when he excused himself and left me to my own devices. Perhaps I had been mistaken about him. I was saddened by his abrupt departure. However, it was a sunny day.

His suggestion to use the pool made even more sense to me because of the need to freshen up and get changed. 

Familiarizing myself with the surroundings until I heard Steve's car leave, I began unpacking. Glancing outside, I pictured Kate and Steve frolicking naked around the in ground pool. Steve was right about one thing, it looked private enough. Setting aside a dress, suitable to wear to the hospital, I disrobed. My breasts sprang free from their prison and I put the bra with my spare panties, out of sight. Even in an unfamiliar house it was a wonderful sensation to feel nothing but the cooling air of an overhead fan caressing my naked skin. Reluctant to dress, I rang Alf before I ventured outside, telling him all about my trip, except for the encounter with Nigel of course. Alf appeared to be pleased that I had taken the initiative. He laughed with me.

"I thought you might. Perhaps you'll take more chances from now on." He chuckled. "What are you wearing right now?"

"Nothing at all, Tiger." I taunted, giggling. "I was just about to change my clothes before I go outside."

"Is Steve there?"

"Of course not, darling. Steve's gone out again.---Don't think I've changed that much!" I grew cautious, hoping Alf wasn't going to ask too many awkward questions. "Actually, I've been invited out this evening to visit an old girlfriend of mine." I crossed my fingers.

"Anyone I know?" He sounded relaxed.

"I haven't seen her for well over twenty years." I said. "We went to school together. Isobel and I have a lot to catch up on."

"That's great, Tricia.----What's Steve's place like?"

"It's amazing." I breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a two story place and it looks as though it's only just been renovated. They must be doing a lot better than we thought." I commented.

Describing the young couple's sumptuous surroundings in a low voice I was anxious to conclude the call since the worst part was over. Alf had accepted my story and I wondered how much time I had before Steve returned. "There's even a pool here. I wish you had come with me." I teased. "It's quite private here as well but I haven't had a really good look around yet." 

Once we finished talking, I found a towel, used it like a sarong and went outside to the pool, leaving the dress on the bed. I intended to have a quick swim and then return to put it on before Steve got back. I'd received too many mixed signals from him to do otherwise. 

Combining bravado with the certain knowledge that nobody was watching me, I dropped my towel and entered the water without checking to find Kate's swimsuit. I hadn't swum naked outdoors for years and certainly never in broad daylight. Relishing the liberating sensation of being completely unclothed outdoors, time became less relevant. Each time I got out of the water the sunlight enveloped my body with it's warmth, inviting another dip. I explored the pool, staying alert at first, by glancing around to check that I was still alone and couldn't be seen.

The sensation of fast flowing water between my legs excited my desire irresistibly. Keen to experiment, I discovered that by sinking lower down, next to the filter return it allowed the water jet to pleasure my sensitive pubic region. I positioned myself for maximum pleasure and every bit of caution vanished. Riding the water pressure this way I stiffened and shuddered. Suddenly, all the built up sexual tension was released in several waves of orgasmic delight, calming me down. 

I lay in the sun next to the pool for a while and closed my eyes, now less concerned about being seen. While working on my tan, I reflected on the evening ahead, trying to decide what to wear. Alf had created no problems, which was all that had worried me beforehand. Looking to the future, it was just a matter of keeping Steve in the dark. Nigel had made it clear that he enjoyed the way I dressed and was intrigued by unconventional lifestyle habits. Aware that I was married, he had promised discretion. There were few illusions either way so I had no doubts that anything I did wear would be removed, at some juncture in the course of the evening. The less clothing I wore to begin with the better. At least Nigel and I both knew exactly what we wanted.

"Perfect!" I said aloud finally. "This time, without that bra." After all, I mused, there was not much sense in us wasting our time. 

It wasn't until I heard a door close that I became aware that I was no longer alone at the house. Trembling with anticipation, unwilling to investigate further in case I lost my nerve, I eased myself to my feet and dived gracefully into the pool. It was a calculated action. After all, I reasoned, it had been Steve that suggested swimming nude in the first place. He could hardly be shocked. 

Swimming strongly to the far side of the pool, away from the towel I had been tempted to grab for, I mentally prepared myself for Steve to join me when he heard splashing in the pool. I looked back toward the house but there was nobody in sight. The back door was wide open and I could see no movement behind the windows. 'Foiled again.' I sighed.

Disappointed and yet relieved, I stood to full height at the shallow end. A few moments later I heard the same sound again. 

I was astonished when my eyes drifted sideward to discover a somewhat embarrassed, fully dressed man with a clipboard in his hand staring in my direction. Although mostly immersed by then, I realised that he must have been watching as I rose to my feet and dived into the pool. He seemed stunned, at a loss for words, but in no way offended by the sight of my naked body. Realising that he must have seen all of me, I looked straight into his bulging eyes.

"Are you meant to be here?" I demanded, shrinking lower.

"Sorry lady." He stammered. "I was just reading the meter. All finished now." He held up his clipboard. "I'll be on my way."

Curious as to how long the man had been standing there, watching me, I decided not to question him any further. I watched with a smile on my face, heart thumping with excitement, as he backed through a gate apologising for disturbing my privacy as he left. My daring display, for Steve's benefit, made me realise how much pleasure I had taken in what I had done. The man had stood there in silence, taking in every detail of my body while he could. The rush of adrenalin had brought a flush to my face. Rather than racing back for my towel the moment the stranger left, rushing inside the house, as I once might have done, I rewarded myself. During another erotic massage with the jet of water it began to make sense. Why should it matter who saw me naked? I was on holiday and nobody knew me anyway. Why shouldn't I just enjoy the liberation? Alf would understand, assuming Steve ever told him.

After calming down I took a leisurely walk around the garden drying off in the sun, heading toward the house. Still trailing my makeshift sarong behind me, I walked inside. I guess I was hoping for Steve to return home and catch me with nothing on before I reached my room. It was one way of ascertaining the way he really felt about me? If I was mistaken and he wasn't interested, at least I had a plausible excuse for my nudity.

After making myself a hot drink I slept in my bedroom under a light continental blanket. Tired of waiting for Steve I had drifted off to sleep easily. It was only when I heard a soft rapping on my door and awoke that I realised that it was time to get dressed to go out.

"Won't be long!" I called while I dressed again.

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The visit with Kate dragged on slowly. Steve left us alone for a chat while he went outside for a cigarette. Having satisfied myself that Kate was being well looked after, my thoughts kept drifting toward my evening ahead. Kate accepted my hastily concocted story about meeting my college girlfriend's husband just as readily as her partner had. Steve had wanted a serious talk with me that night, as Kate explained in his absence. It seemed they wanted Alf and I to move to Brisbane. "Hasn't Steve even talked to you about it yet?" She sighed. 

Kate explained that Steve had been nervous about mentioning it to me. He was onto one of their best business deals since he had been living with Kate. "We still need another investor to make a success of it." She confided. "We were hoping to get Alf to come over as well."

When Steve came back our conversation revolved around their plans for the future. He opened up and relaxed more, once he realised that Kate had already broached the sensitive subject on his behalf. 

"You guys could stay with us for a holiday." He offered. "It's just that I wanted the chance to discuss a business proposition that I'm keen on." He continued eagerly, hoping to engage my interest, his eyes drifting back and forth. "Kate and I were wondering if perhaps you and Alf might be keen to help us get established, maybe as silent partners."

"Lets talk about all this business stuff tomorrow morning." I stalled. "Remember, I have to go out shortly? We'll look at it then!"

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I took careful note of a temporary address for myself before we got home, having declined Steve's offer to take me to Nigel's house. It was essential to invent a plausible excuse to keep the two men apart. With a consummate skill born of necessity I managed to persuade Steve that my friends would prefer to pick me up.

"We might be going out for dinner?" I gave a likely example.

"As long as you're sure." He smiled graciously. "I'll leave you to it then." He gave me a house key. "Just in case I go to bed before you get home. Ring me if you want me to come and to pick you up later on." He went downstairs.

With shaking hands I dialled the number on Nigel's card. A foreboding sense of guilt struck me as I waited for him to pick up. I nearly put the phone down before he answered. The moment I heard his deep voice, the excitement took over again. I asked him to meet me at the address I'd noted earlier. Located out of view from Steve's quiet cul de sac just a few minutes walk down the street, the meeting place provided a perfect subterfuge with what I had in mind.

"I'll meet you out on the street." I confirmed. "Don't go in." 

"Sounds alright to me." Nigel sounded cautious.

"It's best!" I steadied my nerves.

"I think I understand."

"Do you know the area?" I whispered excitedly.

"I can be there in half an hour, Trish."

We made arrangements and synchronised our watches quickly, dispensing with unnecessary small talk. With the implicit understanding that we had between us, Nigel appreciated the clandestine nature of our date almost as much as I did.

"What will you be wearing?" Nigel prompted. "Same as before?"

"If you like?" I giggled. "See you at Eight." My voice shook as we settled the details. My mind raced with possibilities. Was Steve listening? Would my excuse hold out if Steve rang Alf? Changing my mind was no longer an option so it was best to move quickly.

A quick glance out the bedroom window confirmed that Steve hadn't been listening on a extension. He was outside in the garden, watering his ornamental rose bushes. I took as little time as possible getting ready, dabbing duty free perfume in all the usual places before I put my stockings on. The blouse barely hid the details of my breasts but the jacket covered them well. The skirt still seemed too short but I remembered that I had taken much bigger chances before, on arrival. Glancing at the time, I planned to leave the house before Steve came back inside but I couldn't be certain. At the last moment I caved in. Feeling strangely guilty, I reached for my panties. Picking out the newest pair, I slipped them on. If Steve noticed, it would have been difficult to explain, especially to Alf, why I was going to dinner with an old girlfriend without panties on. The perverse irony of the situation didn't escape me for one moment either. Checking my purse for Australian money and my makeup bag, I was finally ready to leave.

To be continued tomorrow. 

NB. Speaking of guilt, don't forget to vote my darlings. 

Barbara Anne. N.Z.G.S.K.



Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 4



I arrived early at the stately house, with the sale sign on the front lawn that I had noticed earlier on. It was obviously vacant and there were no lights on so, ducking behind a hedge out of sight, I slipped off my panties and hid them in my purse. I was now ready to keep my appointment, as agreed, so I walked back on to the street. With ten minutes to go till Eight o'clock, I was extremely nervous, not having dated for five years or more and never with such honest expectations of the outcome. Waiting at our agreed meeting place, it was difficult to keep my imagination from running riot. Each time a car came by I anxiously glanced at my watch with renewed anxiety striving to recall the exact moment that I decided to be unfaithful to Alf with Nigel. Nigel had been the perfect person to have a fleeting affair with, but I still didn't know very much about him. Upon invitation, he had sat down beside me at the airport, I remembered;

"I'm curious." He had grinned. "Did you do it for a bet?"

"It's the first time I've been caught out, quite like that!" I blushed, knowing what he meant by 'it'. "You must think I'm awful."

"Actually, I admired the way you handled the situation."

Nigel was persuasive and understanding throughout, while I blushingly explained the reason I'd been travelling that day without panties on. 

"It's just a mind control game that my husband and I play." I smiled. "He doesn't allow me to wear anything at all at home and he refuses to let me wear panties when we go out together. It's become a way of life with us. I suppose it all seems a bit kinky to you?"

"No, not at all." He smiled disarmingly. "It sounds as if you both enjoy a bit of harmless fun. Actually, from what I hear, I envy your lifestyle. I'd love you to tell me more about it, perhaps over dinner or maybe---?" He smiled suggestively. Well! If you like living differently, like you say?" He reassured me. "I do love your honesty and poise." He gazed into my eyes. "Let me take you out to dinner?"

I'd found Nigel easy to talk to and enjoyed a frank chat with him. 

"I guess I've got used to it." I laughed. "Going out in public without underwear on, I mean. It doesn't seem to bother me nearly as much as it used to. My husband always said I was too conservative but I think I'm getting over that now." I giggled. "Wouldn't you say?"

"You've done nothing to be ashamed of. I think you're lovely."

That's probably when I first decided I remembered, but I still didn't know enough to agree to date him. I opened up a bit more, giving him my name but seeking further information from him, in reality.

"I know you meant to touch me in the plane?" I reproached him.

"That was no accident!" I giggled. "You shocked me at first."

"I'm a lot like you, Trish." He laughed. "Impulsive at times." He owned up immediately. "I couldn't help it."

"I expect you're married as well, are you Nigel?" I chuckled.

"No. I live alone since my wife left some months ago." He held my chin and looked straight into my eyes. "Isobel lives overseas now and we lead completely separate lives." He gauged my reaction to his explanation. "Look! I'd like to have sex with you tonight, if you're willing." He didn't even blink as he said it. " What harm can it do? Two passing strangers that enjoy each other's company."

"Nigel!" I blushed again, knowing that I wanted him too.

"I know how to be discrete, if that's what's worrying you." He spoke quickly, pointing. "Look! I think this is your car coming now, is it? Are you game, Trish? We haven't got time to beat around the bush about it." He warned. "I can see that you want to."

That's when it was decided, a one night stand. I remembered nodding my head, speechless, unable to resist his offer any longer. 

My heart skipped a beat when the car silently glided to a halt beside me. A million reasons to dash back to the safety of Steve's house had been running through my mind during the agonising fifteen minute wait for Nigel's arrival. He waved and parked just a few feet ahead of me. Impulsively, none those earlier reasons mattered to me anymore. Lover boy had finally arrived.

He was surprisingly athletic, for a big man, jumping out of his sleek Jaguar sedan to hold the passenger door open for me. The expensive cologne that he used still affected me in the same way as it had at the Airport when I got closer to him. I neglected to mention his late arrival, just smiling invitingly at him as I walked to his side.

"Steve's not around this time then?" He hinted disarmingly. "I was hoping you'd be here, Trish." He gave me a lustful look. "My God you look ravishing."

I kissed him on the cheek and lowered myself into the passenger seat, taking care to sit on the luxurious sheepskin cover with my skirt up behind me. The car smelt like new leather and the pile of the cover surprisingly warm, tickling my bare skin as I adjusted my skirt and wriggled into position still without revealing flesh. His face showed disappointment but he gritted his jaw and said nothing. Nigel closed my door with a soft click. While he walked around the front of his car I admired his casual attire. Mid-grey slacks with a wide leather belt, crimson casual body shirt, open at the neck with an expensive looking designer silk cravat. He walked with a distinctive military bearing, looking like an English country gentleman, with a wide smile on his face. I relaxed, despite my nervousness. He was looking for a good time, just as I was. The night was young and I was willing, too.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked, as he settled himself into the driver's seat. "I know a great place, not far from where I live, with a cosy intimate atmosphere. Do you like seafood by the way?"

"Please don't go to any trouble, Nigel." I smiled. "I do like seafood and I haven't eaten much, but I'm not dressed for going out."

"Trust me!" He started the car. "Not many people go there." He smiled. "I expect you're worried about being seen with me." He added in a comforting way. "It's miles away from here and very private."

"Whatever you say, then." I smiled back with genuine warmth.

He always knew exactly what to say. in order to put me at ease. The car sped silently with only a limited amount of conversation between us before Nigel began to ask a few more questions about my lifestyle.

"I'm fascinated. Please be honest with me, Trish." He started. "When did your husband start this fetish you mentioned, about control I mean, not that it's such a bad thing in my view." His eyes twinkled mischievously as he waggled his eyebrows. Before too much longer, we were both laughing and joking together in a far more relaxed way. 

I found myself telling Nigel about how we got started, avoiding any mention of my obsession with Steve, but being deliberately specific about the compromise agreement I had with my husband.

"I have my limits, you know! I don't do everything he says." 

He expressed surprise.

"You mean you disobey him?--- No punishment?" Nigel chuckled.

"Sometimes compromise is almost as bad." I said defensively. "I need to make him happy in one way or the another. It works for us."

I explained a few examples, laughing with him as though I'd known him all my life. Informing any of my friends at home was certainly not an option. Nigel had already proved to be a good listener. Becoming more confident and feeling safer about going to bed with him, it was fun to open up. I told Nigel something about the way made me feel when my husband manoeuvred me toward potentially humiliating situations. 

"It makes me feel alive though." I admitted. "Maybe you did Alf and I a favour this morning." I said without thinking. "He was always saying, it'd be fun to get caught unawares by some stranger, like you for example. When I get back---" My voice trailed off. Seeing his bemused expression at the mention of Alf's name. I bit my lower lip.

"It's not unusual, Trish." He encouraged me to continue talking about it. "More people than you realise would enjoy doing what you do if they had confidence in themselves. That's why surrendering control to someone they trust is just the perfect solution." He looked at me.

"What do you mean, Nigel?" I was surprised but interested.

"It's actually a form of submissiveness, if you prefer. There's nothing wrong with it! Becoming subordinate to a more dominant person takes away the guilt you otherwise feel, just like you mentioned." He smiled casually. "Do carry on, Trish."

"I suppose you're right, Nigel." I turned toward him, relaxing again. "Alf makes me do things that I would never ordinarily do but I have to say, he wasn't with me this afternoon." Feeling carefree, I

told him about the man who had seen me swimming in Steve's pool and his reaction when I caught him staring at me.

"It was a real rush." I admitted. "I didn't give a damn who saw me after that. You should have seen the look on his face."

"Like the time I surprised you in the aircraft?" He grinned. "I thought you were going to slap my face but you liked it, I'm sure."

I wasn't ready to delve into that. Honesty had it's limits.

"Enough about me, Nigel. You haven't even told me what you do for a living or exactly where you're taking me tonight? Your turn! I think I've proved my trust in you?" I hinted, more reproachfully.

"I'm an author, occasionally a student, a collector of antiques and fine art but most of all I enjoy life to the fullest extent that I can." He chuckled. "You'll see what I mean." He paused and made eye contact briefly. "You will come home with me after we've eaten, won't you? I'd like you to spend the whole night at my place, if you can?"

"If you still want me to?" I nodded. Nigel and I both knew what that meant. "I told Steve that I could be staying overnight because I knew your wife and I hadn't seen her for years. I had to manufacture a logical explanation, somehow."

"That's great!" He beamed. "As I said before, we're on our way to one of the nicest suburban restaurants I know and in fact, we're almost there now." He slowed down and turned into a rural side road. 

"Just over there to be exact." He pointed a few hundred yards ahead.

"It's very exclusive, Trish and not a lot of people know about it. You can be yourself with me. I want you to enjoy tonight, too."

I could see the lights twinkling in the distance, across a darkened vacant area of fields. I imagined a thriving business with a lot of wealthy clients, people everywhere and me trying to hide myself away, like I often did with Alf. I longed to get the dinner part over with.

We slowed when we got closer and turned into a lane. Nigel's Jaguar juddered slightly as we went over a cattle stop toward a two storied country style building with a small dimly lit car park, set amongst trees, on it's own. Although the architectural style was old it had been made to look inviting by it's well kept appearance and discrete garden lighting, as we grew closer. To my relief there were only five other cars in the customer parking area. Nigel parked beside a light, glancing at his watch with a smile on his face, turning off the motor and facing toward me. He was in no hurry to get out.

"We're in luck." He chortled. "Hardly anyone else here tonight so don't be nervous." Nigel had the uncanny ability to read my mind.

"Was I that obvious?" I smiled, relaxing just a little.

"Don't worry, Trish. You can trust me." He soothed in his rich deep voice. "That brings me to another point. Will you be prepared to take your instructions from me tonight? I have to warn you! I don't compromise." He held my chin firmly, exactly as he had earlier at the Airport, looking deep into my eyes. His gentle authoritative approach melted my resistance. I nodded, with a slightly apprehensive shiver. "Is that a 'Yes', I take it?" His voice sharpened an octave.

"I'll do what you ask." I whispered "As long as---"

"We understand each other well enough, for now." Nigel stifled my words with his fingers over my lips. "Now please don't be shy this time when I assist you out of the car." He smiled reproachfully. "You were too coy last time. I was disappointed." He eyes gazed into mine. "I expect obedience, Trish. I'd like you to call me Master from here on. I'll make the evening fun for both of us." He winked. "Agreed?"

"Alright Master." I smiled at him. "Please be understanding." I added in a low voice. Something about the way he looked at me told me that I needed to please him. Nobody knew me, at this place and I felt all the more intrigued by his interest, fully prepared to satisfy his desire to view, that which he had already touched, albeit briefly.

He walked around slowly and opened the passenger door, standing so to spoil the view of anybody that might be watching from the building. I put my left leg out and adjusted my stocking, making no attempt to cover my pussy, the way I had earlier. I knew my vulva was moist and could almost detect the scent of my sex, above the perfume. Nigel got an eyeful of naked flesh. Then I slowly adjusted my right stocking as I watched his face carefully for any indication of displeasure. I saw none.

He helped me to my feet and kissed me passionately. I melted into his arms, allowing his hands full access to roam. Having made it obvious that I was willing to sleep with him, I sensed a certain urgency in his touch. He appeared to be pleased with my total lack of resistance while he explored my womanhood, but he was gentle and sensual.

"You're lovely." He commented simply when we broke apart. As we walked arm in arm to the building, I made no attempt to talk, quietly dreaming about the rest of the evening at his home. There was nothing to be said. The coolness of the evening air did nothing to extinguish the raging fire burning within me, by then. I wanted him badly.

Nigel spoke quietly to the maitre de as I waited quietly behind him. Afterward, the man led the two of us to a private dining room with a log fire. It was a beautifully set out room, polished silver cutlery and sparkling clean wine glasses on a long single polished oak table. Two side doors, that I assumed were closets, were closed. We stood as Nigel whispered to the Maitre de asking him to leave us on our own as soon as we ordered our aperitifs.

"We'll have cognac for me, as usual and--" Nigel looked at me.

"Yes please, same for me, I think." I acknowledged him, my eyes darting around the room in wonder. It was furnished, just the same as a private residence might be. It had to be expensive, to eat there.

"Are Carlos and Sylvia available tonight?" Nigel asked the man.

"Of course Sir." He smiled faintly.

"That will be all then." He dismissed the Maitre de with a wave of his hand. He waited for the door to close before turning back to me. "Is this room private enough for you, Trish?"

"It's lovely,---Master." I breathed.

"Why don't I take off your jacket before I seat you then?" 

His eyes twinkled with amusement when I hesitated before approaching him, slowly undoing the bottom button only. I tensed when he started undoing the others for me.

"What about those waiters you asked for, to serve us, Master?"

"Trust me!" He warned.

I obediently turned to allow him to take my jacket off my shoulders and remove it, hoping he might change his mind once he saw that I had no bra on. He put it on the coat rack, smiling gently. He moved to a chair and held it for me, watching me intently as I crossed the room.

"There! Are you feeling more alive now?" He mocked me.

He knew I was, for sure. The chiffon blouse only accentuated my naked breasts, with nipples glaringly obvious, fully erect. I stood beside the table, shivering as Nigel eased the chair behind me. I flicked my skirt back and sat down quickly. The upholstered chair prickled bare flesh deliciously, directing warmth to my nether lips. I remained in stunned silence as he walked across to the opposite side of the table and seated himself, taking his time, assessing my exposed upper body with his lovely grey eyes before he broke the silence.

"You look gorgeous tonight so don't be embarrassed. Please sit properly and unfold your arms for me. Show me all of those beautiful breasts of yours. I want to see your nipples, Trish."

"Do you come here a lot?" I blushed, quickly dropping my arms to my sides, attempting to keep my voice from shaking and averting my eyes from his steady gaze by looking around the room. There was a rug on the floor, next to the fire. Both the furniture and the paintings reflected a bygone era of wealth and extravagance that staggered me. The intensity of the whole situation was completely overwhelming.

"This is a theme restaurant where the waiters are in costume if asked. You'll see what I mean. Isobel and I used to come here all the time, Trish." His mind seemed to wander, momentarily. "Like I said, it's not far from home and the service is very discrete. I notice you seem to admire the painting over there. It's derived from an original work by 'Goya'." He smiled and pointed to it, awaiting my comment. 

"It's lovely---very classy indeed." I hesitantly offered.

Set in an antique, gold coloured frame, the portrait showed an older, fuller figured lady with an strikingly attractive face holding a silk scarf over her head. She was casually relaxing across a chaise long, wearing nothing but a smile, displaying pink shaven vaginal lips that were open to view. She was obviously aroused. Her breasts were larger than mine, well rounded but with proportionately small erect nipples. I was struck by the complete lack of modesty she displayed. 

Nigel studied the model with me, enthusing about her voluminous flesh and reminding me of the way that he reacted to his initial glimpse of my own breasts, once he took my jacket off.

"Goya was a renaissance painter, a Dutch master." He went on to explain. "I love those objects d'art myself, don't you?"

"Do you paint, yourself, Master?" I looked back at him at last, trying to restart a conversation to take my mind off my embarrassment at being put on display, the way I was, virtually topless.

"If we only we had more time, I'd love to paint you in the same way." Chuckling animatedly, Nigel pointed to a couch, adjacent to the fireplace. "You'd look brilliant over there, in much the same pose." He looked more serious. "Why don't you try it and use that blouse of yours as a scarf?" He hinted.

He had hardly got the words out of his mouth and I was trying my best to think of something witty to say, by way of reply, assuming he was joking, when we heard a soft discrete knocking at the door.

"Stay as you are!" He snapped, pausing and turning toward the door he softened his voice. "Come in?"

I sat, glued to my seat with anticipation, looking directly at Nigel for a sign to move. He didn't. The door opened behind me and I heard the sound of a trolley being wheeled into the room. Knowing that the waiter would see me very soon, I found it difficult not to cover up, or at least in some way disguise, my aroused nipples.

"Good evening Mr Hawthorne. Would you like me to serve drinks now Sir?" The voice behind me casually asked.

"Thank you Carlos. I'm certain my lady friend would like a good stiff drink about now." He paused, smiling at me. "I think we're both ready now?" His eyes returned to mine. "Ready Trish?" He urged.

I nodded slowly, uncertain what to do but anxious not to annoy Nigel. It was the second time that day I had obeyed him without attempting a compromise of any sort. I wanted so much to please him.

To Be Continued Tomorrow. 

I anticipate your vote with equal eagerness, my darlings. Please, don't disappoint me. This year, I'd like to win the competition. 

I love you all. Barbara Anne. N.Z.G.S.K. 



Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 6



I had a feeling that Nigel had a few more surprises in store for me. Curious as to what he had in mind I just nodded and walked with him, both of us still naked, to what I now knew to be the bathroom door.

"What's in the other room?" I asked dreamily.

"Oh, that room?" His face brightened up. "I'll show you around later on, after dinner." He whispered, avoiding a direct answer. "I'm a little hungry now. How about you?"

He opened the door with a flourish and led me inside, not bothering to close the door behind us. The room was larger than I had expected, reminding me of where we were. Like the dining room, the bathroom was immaculately presented with a marble floor. There was a large enamel cast iron bath with claw feet as the centrepiece, standing next to an old style pedestal hand-basin. Next to that was a free standing, full length mirror, set in a carved wooden frame. The only things adorning the stark walls were even more erotic paintings, depicting virtually every type of sexual abandonment, between two or more people of both sexes. They were all in acceptable taste however, well crafted in the same renaissance style as the ones I had already seen. Captivated by the explicit physical detail, they were hard to tear my eyes from.

"The bidet is over there!" His voice was sharp and commanding. 

Nigel was growing impatient. There were two toilets, without cubicles in one corner next to yet another door which caught my eye. One bowl, the bidet that Nigel mentioned, more modern in style with plumbing. 

"Is the rest of this old style paraphernalia just for show?" I asked, trying to calm my excitement down.

"Everything works!" Nigel chuckled at the astonished look on my face. "Unfortunately, if you want to take a bath, you have to fill up that bucket over there, the old fashioned way." He pointed to a wash tub then turned to me with an amused smile on his face. "The servants do that sort of thing, of course, but they'll scrub your back for you too." He roared with laughter. "You might find it quite amusing later on." He hugged me. "There was no such thing as false modesty in those days, Trish. The servants were all trained to be very discrete."

"I suppose they had to be." I smiled. "Judging by the artwork."

Looking around in breathless wonder, I noted that there was no shower in the room but the whole room was meticulously laid out with towels and more modern toiletry requirements, albeit in antique containers. 

It was akin to a working museum, a step into the past, apart from the two toilets themselves. I noticed that the only hot and cold running water in the entire bathroom was to be found in a single laundry tub that stood adjacent to the toilet bowls.

I ran to the bidet and squatted over it, looking for the flush lever. Nigel stood still, watching me with a curious expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You might have to show me how this works, Master." I beckoned to him with a cheeky grin. "I've never seen one like this before." 

"Does Alf call you 'T'?" He asked casually as he strolled over. 

I sat bolt upright, snapping my legs together, dumbfounded. My face said it all. My blood ran cold with alarm but Nigel just laughed. 

"You do know that you're competing in an internet photography competition don't you, Trish? He explained. "There's one on at this moment. Alf's disguised your face and called himself 'A' amongst the photographer's credits. I knew it was you, right from the moment you let your husband's first name slip. Don't be too angry! By the way, I believe your husband's contributions are running about third equal at the moment." He chuckled infectiously. "He called the first of them ['T' A/T home, by 'A'.] and I believe the other one was appropriately entitled as ['T' Again, 'A's Horny Little Slave Slut.]" He stood in front of me and grinned knowingly. "He made every effort to win first prize in both of your entries." He concluded, winking at me.

"What sort of photo's?" I asked, horrified, almost dreading his reply. Alf had taken a lot of really explicit ones, leaving the timer on, and I wondered just exactly what sort of competition this was.

"Do those shots worry you?" Nigel smiled reassuringly. "Most of them show you doing your housework and other fairly ordinary everyday things. In all of them you're completely naked of course. Alf managed to do some really superb photography. His body detail is excellent." 

He noted my concern and expanded. "In his shots, your hair hides the features of your face." He crouched in front of me. "You love running around naked though, don't you? That comes across so clearly in Alf's photos. They're terrific, actually!" He added sincerely. "Please try being more honest with me, this time? life paintings are my passion." 

"It is exciting at home, Master." I agreed. "I don't mind when I'm alone with you, either." I hastened to add. "I'll stay naked for you all night long, once you take me home to your place." I hinted, trying to inflame his imagination. "You can make love to me as often as you like and I'll do whatever kind of pose you ask."

Nigel crouched in front of me, naked himself, eyeing me over while he explained how the bidet worked. He spoke bluntly as always with me. I respected that about my admirer, as much as his lovemaking skills.

"I realise what really thrills you, a lot better than you think my little nymph." I opened my mouth to protest but his finger brushed against my lips. Nigel eased my knees apart, speaking with compassion as he did. "That's much better, Trish. There's nothing wrong with you showing your body off in an excited state. You look more attractive, that way." He looked meaningfully at my bewildered eyes. "Would you mind posing again for me after dinner, here at the restaurant. I'll just refer to you as 'T' in front of our staff, if you prefer it that way?"

I was speechless with shock, having a somewhat better idea of what it was that Nigel had in mind. He expected absolute control over where and in which way I posed for him, possibly even with Carlos watching.

"Can we talk about it first, Master." I whispered.

"You still remember your excitement when I had you display your lovely breasts for Carlos." He guided my eyes down to my moist, erect clit and smiled. "Look! You can see that much yourself." He chuckled. "Don't try to deceive an artist because your body never lies."

"You did make me feel special." I admitted in a quiet voice.

He squeezed my arm. "I'd be pleased if you would allow me to express your sexuality on canvas, later on. You have to trust implicitly and allow me to do that for you. Your pleasure has been repressed for too long by society standards. None of those apply in my case. I want you to tell me which fantasy turns you on the most so I can turn our time together into a night that you'll remember, forever."

I nodded slowly, still stunned, firstly by the discovery that Alf had broken my trust in him and secondly, because my illicit romance with Nigel had developed so differently to my expectations. It embarrassed me that I was shown naked on the internet without Alf even asking me. Angry and confused, I made up my mind to enjoy the rest of my limited time with my skilful illicit lover. 

Nigel was right. Thorough discussion of both our needs was necessary. The sooner I admitted the truth of his words, to myself as well and moved on, the more enjoyment I would get from being with him, myself. Steve's initial visit had acted as a trigger that released many of my previous inhibitions, causing me to abandon our old way of life. With Nigel, at least, I could be totally frank. I took a deep breath.

"I think I do trust you Nigel." I kissed him. "Alf thinks I'm a nymphomaniac. He calls me a slut more often these days. Is he right?"

"I don't think so. He put me at ease with a wry smile. "I enjoy sexual variety too, my lady, as much as I can get. It's obvious that it's the same way for you as well. I like to remain in charge but you prefer to be submissive. There's nothing wrong with that in my view." Nigel's carefree attitude rebuilt my self esteem as it calmed down my nerves. "I love submissive ladies, Trisha. You should never let your moral sensitivities affect the strength of your sexuality."

"Did you honestly think I'm behaving like a slut though?" 

He pointed to a exceptionally erotic art work on the wall featuring a short haired blonde lady in her late twenties with a trim figure. She was writhing on a bed, making love to two men at once with a look of ecstasy written into her smiling face. She had beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Her nipples were large and taut with desire. All participants in the scene were cleanly shaven to highlight their aroused sex organs. Two other men were posing in the background with penises fully erect with anticipation as they waited for their turn.

"I painted that one several years ago, for the old proprietor."

"It's wonderful." I blushed. "You captured all their moods very well indeed. I hadn't realised that you were such a skilful artist." 

"She was never ashamed of herself. You can see that she enjoyed posing for me." He mused. "You should remember that it doesn't matter what a man calls you in the heat of passion. It doesn't mean a thing. Every one of us have fantasy needs. I accept that fact and so should you. I never think badly of any woman if she's honest about her needs and speaks her mind." He smiled pointedly. "I thought you enjoyed our choice of language too, at the time." He qualified.

"I did, actually." I laughed it off with him, feeling better.

I shared my feelings and found a sympathetic audience, in Nigel. For the first time I could be truly candid with a man. I told him about my recent life with Alf while we got ready to have dinner. Like Alf, he liked to stay in charge but Nigel was more empathetic and kind. 

Nothing was hidden from my past. He just listened mainly but I noted, by his reactions, that many of his sexual interests were similar to Alf's. It was refreshing, being able to talk openly about aspects of certain erotic movies that thrilled me. I mentioned 'Story of 'O' in particular, as a case in point, telling him what excited me most of all about the story. 

"Since we watched it I had to curb Alf's obsession to put me on display to some of our friends at home." I admitted, laughing it off. "God! I would never be able to look them in the face again. You just can't do that kind of thing and get away with it, in our community."

"I understand." He smiled, hugging me. "It's sad that you can't be yourself at home, with your husband. It could be a great boost for your self confidence as well. There's nothing wrong with being proud to show your body off. It's more expressive when you're completely in the nude." 

"The weird thing is that you were right before, Nigel. I loved it when you made me take my blouse off in front of that waiter. I got so turned on about being shown off to a stranger. Alf wanted me to go further than that for him though." I blushed as I saw his reaction to my developing honesty but decided to tell him my most closely guarded secret. "I'd love to be comfortable about being seen fully naked and aroused. I'd have to be ordered to do it, like 'O' was, to understand the way she felt at the time." 

"Alf's not here but tonight can be different, if you want it to be?" He looked into my eyes, noticing my growing interest. "Would you try to act the part for me and follow my instructions to the letter?"

"I'd like to." I admitted.

"Then, would you mind if I call you 'T' this evening?" 

Nigel's wish to place myself entirely under his control stimulated my adventurous need but plagued me with remnants of doubt. 

"Could I ask a couple of questions first, Master?"

"Of course!" He beamed. "Ask away. I expected you to have a few more than that?" He chuckled. "But I prefer surprises too."

"What were you going to do with those photos you took, Master?"

"I thought you might have guessed, by now." 

I shook my head, scarcely believing I was actually considering making a complete slut of myself the way he was suggesting.

"No? They're just for my private amusement. As I said before, I'd love to paint you in oils but it takes more time than we've got tonight. I need to depict every curve and crevice on a woman's body, portray her entire sexuality, the way the old Masters did it." 

I was satisfied, understanding him much better. I stumbled through to my final question, searching for the right approach without upsetting him or giving him the wrong idea altogether. 

"I don't like being hurt-I mean you're not thinking of--" I got it out on the second attempt. "You're not into whipping as punishment with your women are you?" I worried even more when he began to laugh. "Did you ever actually see the movie, Story of 'O'? I asked, blushing bright red and giggling.

"I would never mark you, that way." He chuckled. "I don't blame you for asking me. Punishment, as well as loving relationships should always be consensual to be effective and satisfying. 'O' always had a choice, you realise? It'll be the same for you, as 'T'. I only expect your complete trust and obedience?" 

Determination to get even with Alf over those photos strengthened my resolve to contemplate merging my desire with Nigel's needs, whatever they were, as a trial run. I agreed to obey him for the rest of the night. He looked reflective as my two questions were answered, but at least he had cautioned me. 

Nigel demanded absolute submissiveness, on my part, explaining that if I refused him, our arrangement would come to an sudden halt, right there. I would be ordered to get dressed immediately and he'd ensure that I was safely escorted back to Steve and not necessarily by him. He never really explained what he meant by that, keeping me guessing.

"You'd never see or hear from me again." He said. "It would be disappointing I admit, but you shouldn't worry that I would force you against your will. Just be absolutely positive that you can't obey me before you refuse. I've never tolerated disobedience. Now is anything else that worries you before we go back out there for dinner?" Nigel gave me a broad smile. "I'm going to test your loyalty to the maximum you know?" He circled his arms around me and walked me to the mirror, standing behind me. "You look so sensual and fresh." He commented.

I examined my reflection in the mirror. My body looked as vibrant as it had when Alf and I were interrupted having sex. The danger element in surrendering full control to Nigel held remarkable similarities. 

"I don't believe so, Master. I think I'm ready to get dressed."

"You'll be dining in the nude, tonight." He announced sharply. 

"I expect you to behave the same way as 'O' would for me." He warned. 

"If you want, Master." I faltered, thinking about the waitress that I had yet to meet. "You mean--like, just with Carlos serving our dinner tonight?" My voice shook with mixed excitement.

"With whomever I choose." He shook his head. "Of course You'll have to be inspected first and then---?" He gave me a wry smile. "It depends how much you appeal to them." He hinted.

It didn't really surprise me that Nigel had seen the movie. He seemed to know exactly what concerned me about being exposed to other women. 

"It's up to you!" Nigel was growing impatient with me. "I don't want you starting this if you're uncertain. Now, answer me properly!"

How would I react with this Sylvia, another woman, watching me dining stark naked and behaving like a common slut before her eyes, if Nigel chose to humiliate me in front of her? My knees turned to jelly for a moment. 'It doesn't matter.' I thought. 'I'll be highly unlikely to meet her or Carlos after tonight, whatever he asks of me, far away in just a couple of days.' I made my mind up recklessly before answering him meekly, smiling serenely. 

"I'll do whatever you ask, then. Anything at all in fact!" 

"Excellent 'T'!" He hugged me proudly. "You won't regret it."

I meant every word. Nigel was honest, empathetic and, by all accounts more worthy of trust than my second husband, for the last six years. 

'Alfred Atkins!' I thought. 'It's time I taught you a valuable lesson about the real 'T' you live with.'

Revenge was now at the top of my list for him, the more I considered his deception, while Nigel and I talked and cleaned ourselves up. I'd answered all of his queries, telling him honestly about my fantasies and dreams but despite intense curiosity hadn't asked Nigel more than two questions. He was exciting to be with and to his mind, as well as mine, I was now his sex slave, A willing plaything for his amusement, tonight anyway. According to both of my current lovers I was a slut. We'd discussed that and I'd decided that Nigel deserved my respect. I'd agreed to explore the essence of my sexuality under his guidance. I enjoyed the atmosphere of total trust that we had created between us. I realised that keeping me on edge pleased Nigel. He was the same as Alf, that way. I considered an idea that would shock Alf, as a way of repaying him for plastering my naked images on the internet. 

'Yes! This is the right moment for an ironic revenge!' I thought. "Excuse me, Master?" I asked, looking serious, as he was about to seat me again. "Is it possible send explicit shots on the internet connection, anonymously for example, to someone else's private Email address?----Really good ones, showing my face, of me having sex with you, or perhaps even with somebody else, if it pleases you?"

"I already said that I wouldn't misuse your photos." He turned to me as if puzzled by my attitude, sighing.

"But if I asked you to?" I persisted, with a curious smile.

"Of course, 'T'." He burst out laughing. "Whatever for though?"

"Please don't think badly of me, Master?" I giggled helplessly, thinking about the look on Alf's face. I controlled my laughter for long enough to explain. "I'd like to teach my husband a lesson at the same time. Could we, Master?" 

"Of course we can." Nigel laughed with me, accepting what I had in mind. "We should take a few shots, especially with your husband in mind, later on shall we?"

TO BE CONTINUED, TOMORROW?

Author's Note: How are those fingers working this month???



Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 7



We were still laughing when Nigel seated me facing toward the table, but about three feet away from it, with my back to the main door. "Remember the proper inspection position?" He chuckled away as he eased my knees even wider apart. "Let them see how daring you can be, my girl. Knees to each corner of the chair." He explained, making certain that my glass had a stable resting place on the drink trolley while he poured out another cognac. "Same again?"

"Could I have a little less to drink this time please, Master?" I giggled. "I think all that cognac might be affecting me."

"You seem relaxed enough." He laughed, still chuckling as he passed it over to me. "One advantage to this! You needn't worry about spilling cognac all over your costume." He quipped. "I'll put mine on now." He kissed me on the cheek. "You look absolutely enchanting with nothing on, my lovely. Stay exactly where you are and I'll fetch our servants." He informed me casually. "Don't budge from there, now!"

"Thank you, Master." My voice steadied. "I won't move at all." 

I watched as he strode over to the fire, picked up and pulled on his smock, followed by his wide brimmed floppy hat. He walked over to the door without saying another word. I sipped my drink, nervously noting as Nigel left the room that entry door didn't have a privacy lock. 

While warm cognac trickled down my throat, the chance of someone else mistakenly entering our room overwhelmed me. Agonizingly aware of the vulnerable position I was now in, I tore my eyes away from the door. 

Playing the part of 'O' inside a plush dining room with it's antique late nineteenth century ambience was simple enough. The hard part was waiting, fully exposed to whoever happened to look inside. Carlos and Sylvia would be back with him shortly and I hoped that my willingness to demonstrate obedience, with other people present in the room would fully satisfy my strange obsession and please Nigel. 

I remembered the movie role well. 'O' was never permitted any modesty whatsoever. She spread her legs apart for inspections, whilst totally naked, often being intimately invaded by complete strangers. She had accepted these indignities, purely to prove herself. I'd explained to Nigel that the most erotic part of the story, as I understood it, was 'O's unswerving dedication to her lover. Because I trusted him, I had agreed to experience some of 'O's humiliation, under his control.

Nigel hadn't given out much information about himself, but that was a part of his mystique. Wealthy, in monetary terms and in intellect, he soothed any tension by opening up just enough of himself to allow me to trust his word. I believed in him, more my husband Alf. 

I thought about Nigel's stated opinion of me as I waited to be placed on display. It was comforting to have had my self confidence boosted by his beliefs. Without his understanding and painstaking comments, I could never have agreed so readily to let Nigel assume control. There were many things I'd wanted to ask him but I was afraid that he might misinterpret my interest in them. I was curious. Why had Isobel left Nigel, or had he simply grown tired of her? He had been a patient sex partner, fulfilling my sexual needs and not merely his own, like Alf had often done. I was certain that there had to be some other reason. Did she disobey him at some point, in their marital relationship?

My natural curiosity urged me to compile a mental list of questions I could ask Nigel, once our evening was successfully completed from his point of view. It was a strong incentive to submit to his commands in every respect. I wanted the answers more than ever. Compiling my list eased the lengthy time, alone with my thoughts. The rattling noise of a food trolley, accompanied by low muffled voices, swiftly brought me back to reality again. 'This has got to be Nigel!' I prayed silently, starting to think twice.

Shivering uncontrollably with delicious apprehension, I heard voices approaching the door. I sipped my cognac one last time before putting my glass aside. I took a deep breath, not daring to look backward, as the door opened. Lowering my eyes, I remained perfectly immobile with my hands gripping the sides of my chair while a group filed into the room. The rattling noise stopped dead, followed by an eerie silence. The way I was seated, stark naked with my legs parted unnaturally and my shoulders back, if the group wasn't my Master and his two friends, they were going to be aware that I was showing off my body for their entertainment. I didn't dare to check.

A warm glow rushed though my body and I heard my own heart beating as I strained my ears for even the slightest verbal reaction from them. Prepared for a muffled gasp, at least, I fought the overwhelming urge to cover myself up while the door closed again. Humiliatingly aroused by their presence, I had to force my breathing to return to normal as I struggled with mixed emotions. Profound humiliation, ranging though to an almost confident pride in my body invaded my thoughts as I sat motionless, waiting for someone to make a noise. 'It's a test. It has to be!' I thought. 'Somebody, say something.' I pleaded silently.

As the seconds slowly ticked by, I heard nothing until Nigel began to speak to his companions, referring to me as 'T', like he'd promised. 

"This is 'T'" He sounded jovial. "She's agreed to pose with you after we've eaten. She'll be perfect for a combined sitting but a lot depends on your decision in the matter, Sylvia my dear. Let me know what you think?"

I heard excited whispering but couldn't comprehend what Sylvia said.

I guessed that either Nigel or Carlos had already informed the woman about our Master/Slave arrangement and she had agreed to participate. 

It seemed that they were trained to expect bizarre scenes like this. Their voices were subdued and I reasoned that it must have to do with the artistic theme that Nigel alluded to earlier on. I felt that they might be aspiring actors, perhaps moonlighting in the part the client wanted them to play, if Carlos had been anything to judge by. 

My mind raced as I recalled to my initial introduction to Carlos. Now I knew that this 'Sylvia' lady was part of Nigel's plan as well. 

It was difficult to remain calm and serene as he gave instructions to his two chosen restaurant workers, without being asked to turn around so that I could see their reactions for myself. What could Nigel mean by a combined sitting? Would they both actually model in the nude as well? My mind raced as I waited for somebody to speak again.

As they moved closer, I could practically feel all their eyes resting on my blatantly displayed vulva, with the clitoris visibly erect and moist. 'What could they be thinking about me?' Scared to look, I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the floor in front of me.

"She's very obedient, like you told us." Sylvia sounded elated but it was difficult to know, from her voice. She didn't appear to be disgusted by the way I was presented, though. The two staff could see that I was sexually excited by their presence. The fact that I had no idea whether Nigel would allow a complete physical inspection as well made waiting for the unknown to happen even more humiliating.

"How should we address her, Sir. As Madam or simply as 'T'?"

Sylvia questioned Nigel in a barely audible voice.

I felt like screaming, 'Please, just get it over with!' as her voice drew close to my chair, biting my lower lip and tensing with shame at the thought of another lady witnessing my arousal in this way.

"'T' is fine. My lady guest prefers it, Sylvia. Set the plates on the table. You might like to get to know her while Carlos attends to preparing the other room for me." He chuckled, from some distance. "'T' will be glad to answer any personal questions you might have, if you're curious." He had pride in his voice. "Ask her anything at all and she'll be pleased to tell you what you want to know." 

Her continued silence only served to raise my fears. Picturing crazy scenes of a medieval torture chamber, with hot branding irons in this mysterious 'other room', I began to shiver noticeably yet I remained immobile. Aware that Nigel had only brought Carlos and Sylvia back to the room with him, I was more determined to see my fantasy through.

"Would you like me to add another log to the fire, Sir?"

I recognised Carlos's steady polite voice. As he seemed to be further away, I was confused by the reason until Nigel replied. 

"Good thinking." He laughed. "We'll attend to it on our way and leave these two lovely ladies to get acquainted, in private."

I recognised Nigel's voice moving away this time and realised that he planned to leave me alone with the waitress. Although it was warm, a chill ran through me as Sylvia approached. The scent of light perfume indicated that she was standing close by. It took all my will to keep my knees apart and my eyes focussed on my own body while she placed an empty plate on the table and then stood back, without as much as a word, watching me squirm with uncertainty while she quietly garnished my plate with a cold salad. 

It had been humiliating when Nigel had asked me to remove my chiffon blouse for Carlos, even though he had already seen my barely covered breasts. 'Women could be more critical and cruel at times.' A glance to the side confirmed that she was barefooted, below stiffly starched cotton skirts. 'If I could look into her face, I could sense what she thought of me?' The temptation was almost overwhelming but I remained steadfast with my eyes averted until she finally spoke. 

"Excuse me, 'T'." She whispered. " Your Master gave permission for us to talk for a bit. Please look me over by all means, if you're a wee bit curious of course." She had a breezy Celtic type lilt and a warm, welcoming manner to her voice. Irish, I guessed.

I raised my eyes, slowly at first, noticing her costume for the first time. It was a courtesan style dress cinched at the waist by a corset device that supported her bare breasts from underneath, enhancing her magnificent cleavage. I had expected her to be fully dressed so I was pleasantly surprised. With larger voluminous breasts, Sylvia's small erect nipples were out of proportion, like the model in that painting I had discussed with Nigel. There was never any doubt about her smile once I looked into her face. Her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires as she noticed the perplexed expression on my face slowly transform into one of recognition, once I saw her face.

"You're right, 'T'." She laughed softly and crouched beside me. "Your Master told me you were admiring my body when you first arrived here. Now you can see me in the flesh, well almost." She chuckled.

"When did you pose for that one?" I gasped. "It's amazing. Did Nig--I mean-- my Master, create that magnificent painting too?" 

I corrected my slip with an embarrassed smile but neither of the men were anywhere to be seen or heard. We looked at the 'masterpiece oil painting' on the wall, together. She smiled while she explained.

"That was the first time I modelled for him, two years ago from memory." She confided. "I've posed for a lot of different studies for him, since then." She gave me a quizzical look. "Are you happy about doing a few combined poses with me, tonight? Your Master will just be using his camera after dinner. He wants us to pose together as lovers afterward." She winked. "You know the sort of thing?"

"Like those ones he did in the bathroom you mean?" I whispered, realising for the first time that Nigel had been way too modest about his artistic ability.

"Something like those." Sylvia nodded, her eyes firing up with renewed interest. "We'll need to excite each other when we're posing, as long as you don't mind having close sexual contact with women, as well as the menfolk." 

"I'll do whatever my Master tells me, tonight." I whispered to her quietly. "I've never done anything like it before but I'm willing if you are." I confirmed awkwardly as she squeezed my hand. 

"I'm completely bi-sexual myself, as you might realise." Sylvia smiled engagingly. "I'll be thrilled to pose with you after dinner as long as you're willing to play."

I returned her smile, again casting my eyes over the ample flesh of her bosom. She was a tall and statuesque lady with kindly blue eyes, possibly in her early fifties, with long dark hair tinged with grey. Sylvia wasn't wearing any makeup, showing her age gracefully, which I found endearing. Relaxed by her approach I became spellbound, knowing her eyes were feasting on my nudity. I gained so much confidence from the captivated expression on her face that had she wished to touch me more intimately, I would gladly have let her. For a moment I thought she was going to. I glanced away from her breasts the instant I heard Carlos and Nigel's voices again, breaking the spell she had placed me under. 

Sylvia was quick and spry, for such a large woman. She sprang to her feet and wheeled the food trays around to the other side of the table to get Nigel's plate ready. She expertly prepared it while she looked at Nigel, as he approached, with a wide, welcoming smile.

"I hope you two are ready to eat by now, Sir?" She spoke gaily, with an obvious familiarity. "Please take your seat."

She pulled out his chair to seat him at the table, smiling at me as I lifted my head, cautiously. Once he was seated she removed the cover.

The covered platter contained a range of sea food, decorated with two large portions of crayfish and freshly cooked shrimp. Oysters in the shell and steamed mussels were strewn around the outer edges to turn the dish into an artistic presentation. It smelled delicious, making my mouth water. Sylvia topped up Nigel's plate first with his choices and then quickly returned to my side of the table, asking me if I had any special preferences or dislikes. A series of hand signals, as she dished out in silence, presented the opportunity to choose the food I wanted. She carelessly allowed her breasts to touch my shoulders when she stood behind my chair, once she had finished filling my plate. An electric feeling of warm fleshy contact made me blush and quiver with a strange desire for more. 'I can't possibly be gay!' I panicked.

"Well Sylvia! I take it you've decided to pose with 'T' for me, after dinner?" He gave us an impish grin, while he talked to her.

"We'll be pleased to help you, Sir." She purred in my ear. "Before you leave, Sylvia, could you help 'T' to pull her chair in closer to the table for me, now you've completed your inspection?"

"That I have, Sir." She confirmed wryly, winking back at me as she leaned over my chair. "I'll be looking forward to cuddling up to you, when I come back later on, 'T'." She whispered

He chuckled at the look on my face when Sylvia's bosom surrounded my neck. Before I could move she effortlessly picked up my chair, while I was still seated in it, and placed it into the normal position. She kissed my cheek softly before her breasts slid away from my neck.

"Will that be all for now, Sir?" She was still breathing easily when she spoke, an impressive show of strength for any lady.

"I think so, Sylvia. You might like to start arranging what we discussed before, while you're gone?" He winked mysteriously.

"Thank you, Sir." She replied quietly. "I'll contact them now."

She left the room and Nigel invited me to start my meal. Evidently he intended to spare me the indignity of showing me off to Carlos in her presence, before our meal. He'd noticed my embarrassed reaction with amusement when Sylvia's ample breasts had encircled my neck when she kissed me. This had left him in a cheerful mood, at least.

"You liked Sylvia, didn't you?" He smiled knowingly.

"I did, Master." I kept my reply simple and short, hoping that my voice didn't betray my eagerness to pose with her. I expected more embarrassing questions to follow but he continued to eat with his eye on my breasts, as he had earlier. I was being cautious, still unsure of his mood, his motives or even what his personal fantasies were.

"God! You look so lovely without clothes on, Trish. You look so eager and vibrant. I with you could stay with me for longer so that I could do you justice, but unfortunately you won't be staying for long enough." He smiled regretfully. "Pity, really."

He'd noticed that my nipples had remained fully erect, while Sylvia's breasts had been in contact with my skin, so it would be impossible to deny my enthusiasm to be with her. I just blushed and glanced away from those hypnotic grey eyes that could read me so well.

"Why don't we talk freely and enjoy our meal?" Nigel suggested. "You can get back into your 'O' role after dinner." He spoke quietly.

"Master?" I looked him in the eye, scarcely believing my ears.

'Was he proposing a romantic interval to our Master/Slave arrangement or was he unhappy with me.' My mind raced with doubt.

"Call me by my proper name, just while we have dinner together, Trish." He smiled with genuine affection. "We're supposed to be on a dinner date and we're quite alone together, for now." He explained.

I felt his toes creeping up my leg before I finished chewing my first mouthful, making me lose concentration. I was trying to remember all the paintings in the bathroom. I hadn't noticed any that depicted two women having sex together, on their own, imagining ways they actually stimulated one and other. I could only think of two and both would be embarrassing to perform in front of Nigel, not forgetting that young handsome waiter who was consistently haunting my thoughts.

"While Sylvia and I --well, pose for you, will Carlos be in the room?" I asked, selecting another mouthful, enjoying my food as much as the elegant yet decadent atmosphere of dining nude with Nigel in a more romantic relationship. "I expect he's posed in the nude for your paintings before, has he?" I urged, hoping for a few answers.

"I'll ask you something first." Nigel chuckled at my curiosity, teasing me. "What did you imagine while you were on your own, knowing that Carlos and Sylvia would be back with me? Truthfully!" 

"It was dreadful." I blushed. "I was scared out of my mind that somebody else might walk in on me, by accident, before you got back." I giggled. "I was too scared to look when the door finally opened but I was determined not to let you down."

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Trish." Nigel kept on probing relentlessly. "Did you fantasise about what Carlos would say about you. He waggled his eyebrows at me and smiled affectionately. "Were you disappointed by the fact that he didn't inspect you first?"

"I wasn't sure what to expect but I wasn't exactly disappointed in what actually happened." I admitted, with an embarrassed smile.

"I'll have test your loyalty with Carlos, after dinner, then." Nigel smiled back at me. "You'll have that to look forward to." 

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER EIGHT, Tomorrow? 

If you show your interest in the usual way. It's almost 10 O'clock at night in Brisbane at the moment. I know Tricia is looking forward to coming back for more excitement and maybe a more romantic involvement with Nigel, I'm sure. Aaah! Thank you. Barbara. 



Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 8



Tricia was dining, in the nude, at an expensive restaurant with her intriguing new lover, and talented artist, Nigel, in chapter seven. The story continues;

He laughed, teasing my upper leg. I giggled along with Nigel, sliding my bottom forward to meet his wandering feet, feeling playful again, beginning to enjoy behaving like a wanton slut for him. He seemed to like me better that way, more down to earth, as he put it. 

He parted my engorged labia deftly with his toes, playfully grinning. 

"Did you ever tease your wife like that, while you were eating out at restaurants, Nigel?" Yelping, as he found my clitoris with his toe, almost dropping my fork. "You're getting me all randy again."

"Isobel always liked me doing that with her." He chortled. "You saw how lively she was. She was an absolute joy to portray on canvas, as well as make love to afterwards." He sighed reflectively, pulling his toe away. "What did you think of my lovely ex-wife, Trish?"

"You mean--." I choked in disbelief. "I've met her already?" I stumbled my words in shock. "Isobel!--The lady you were married to."

"Isobel was the blonde lady, posing with those young men in the scene I pointed out, earlier." His eyes sparkled. "You didn't think I meant Sylvia, did you?" Nigel roared with laughter. "Heavens! She's a long established friend of mine. Sylvia enjoys modelling, as long as she has sex at the same time. Isobel was the same whenever she posed. As you noticed, I encourage ladies not to use makeup. Genuine sexual excitement highlights the skin tone better than any makeup could." He gazed into my confused eyes. "You'll find out what I mean, later."

I forgot about Carlos and seized on the chance to find out more about my intriguing dinner companion. He wasn't going to ruin any surprises later on, by answering questions about Carlos. That much was evident.

"Why did she leave you then, Nigel, for heavens sake?" I seized the opportunity to change the subject and get to one of my answers.

He was quite open about his relationship with her. As we ate our food he explained, telling me that Isobel fell pregnant to another man and decided that she wanted marry him and have his child, overseas. "Just like that!" I breathed. "You didn't try to stop her?"

"No trauma." He grinned. "Life's too short for petty jealousy." He chuckled. "I know Carlos would like to have sex with you, Trisha." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "You'll need to convince him to pose for a few of those special photos, for Alf. I don't mind in the least if you want to, personally."

"Why not!" I replied, giggling nervously. "You made our evening together exciting, as you promised. I'm going to trust your judgement in my choice of posing partners, as long you're happy about it." 

I respected his integrity more than ever. Our relationship grew even stronger, over our meal. We discussed his unusual painting methods. He asked about my first marriage, and I confessed to some of the more intimate details about my obsession with Steve, in the process.

"I know it's wrong but I couldn't help wondering." I admitted.

"I don't blame you." He chortled. "He was a handsome young guy from what I saw of him. You can seduce young Carlos later and then we can see the effects of some hard, youthful flesh on you, first hand."

As we talked and finished eating our meal, I agonised about Carlos's reaction briefly, wondering why he would be interested in making love to an older woman, but left it to Nigel to organise. I realised that what Carlos thought of me afterwards wasn't nearly as important to me as pleasing Nigel. I felt morally liberated, ready for more sex games by the time we were about to leave the table. I realised the value of complete submissiveness to an experienced and more responsible Master like Nigel. The idea of my body being offered to Carlos excited me.

Nigel stood and raised his glass in a mock toast.

"To your continued obedience then, 'T'." He held his glass out of my reach, in order to make me leave my chair, signalling a return to our Master/Slave relationship.

"Absolutely, Master!" I got out of my chair quickly, accepting his toast with shy smile. As we drained our glasses, the Grandfather clock struck ten pm. I was more than willing to be Nigel's sex slave. I wasn't worried about making a complete whore of myself at all. Even more liberating, neither Sylvia nor Carlos knew me socially. 

He brought my chair over with me and placed it closer to the log fire but facing the main door to the room this time. He took time, seating me in a more exposed position, before he spoke to me at all. He moved my knees much wider apart and made me shift my bottom further forward before leaning my shoulders right back. The warmth from the fire was more noticeable but I couldn't control the shivering of anticipation. He had me uncomfortably seated right on the edge of the chair. I knew what this was leading up to, of course. With my genital area readily accessible, this was obviously an open invitation for Carlos to take advantage of me. I was completely vulnerable to any sexual advances.

"Wait here, same as before, and I'll bring Carlos in for a more thorough inspection this time." Nigel smiled at the uncertain look on my face. "Do you want to get acquainted with Carlos on your own, like you did with Sylvia, or would you rather I supervised you this time?" 

"Whatever you decide, I won't let you down." I assured, pleased that he was giving me a choice. "Should I let him touch me if you're not there, Master?" I asked, more apprehensively.

"I'm certain he will." Nigel laughed knowingly, glancing at my obscenely exposed body one last time. "Anybody would!"

"Then you want me to have sex with him, if he asks, Master?" I smiled confidently, thinking about Carlos's lithe young body.

"Absolutely! Just a word of advice beforehand. He may require a little encouragement." Nigel smiled mysteriously without answering my question properly. "Like most men, he likes to feel he's welcome." He chuckled. "Just make sure you don't disappoint him this evening, 'T'! You're both new to combined modelling by my standards so you probably need to support each other's preferences to some degree." 

He winked before leaving me alone with my thoughts. 'What did he mean by that?' 'Did he want me to seduce Carlos into posing with me or was this another way of testing me?' 'When was Sylvia returning from her errand?' 'What or who was she organising for Nigel, later on?' 

Those questions and more tortured my mind as sat there waiting. Even after spending time over dinner with Nigel, he had been infuriatingly evasive in respect of his plans for the evening. The provoking hints alone didn't make his expectations of me clear, never mind reveal his personal fantasies. He had left me with little choice but await their pleasure, overtly exposed to the unlocked main door. I knew Nigel was going to leave me alone with the gorgeous young waiter, by that time.

I started to get cramp but I didn't budge. In an strange way, I took pride in the amount of discomfort I experienced for my Master. 'Could this why 'O' accepted being whipped, and later branded?' I wondered.

'Thank God I discussed that with him first.' I managed a smile.

It wasn't as quiet as before. People were walking past the door and I could hear their footsteps and muffled voices as they passed our room and disappeared down the hallway. Each time I heard footsteps slowing outside the door my brow became damp with fear. Analysing every sound or movement around me, I became uncertain. 'Who will see me first?'

I heard raised voices emanating from the room behind me. Finally, the door opened and I heard Nigel talking, to Carlos I assumed. I held my breath, trying to hear everything being said between them.

"You can if you want to. I'm sure she'll be happy to please you and I know she won't refuse." He said in a prideful way. "I'll be in there, taking a few pictures of you both, a bit later on."

"If you're sure this is alright with the boss as well, Sir."

It was Carlos's unmistakable voice, a little shakier than I recalled. I breathed normally again while I listened to Nigel's reply, relieved mostly, because my agonising wait was coming to an end.

"Of course!" Nigel replied. "Sylvia will be pleased with you if you acquaint yourself with 'T' beforehand." He chuckled. "No point in being embarrassed, Carlos. Can't you see she's uncomfortable, waiting for you that way. Now get cracking and get on with it!" He snapped.

The door closed so I focussed my attention on my left knee again and gripped the chair on either side for support. At least I had an idea of what Nigel expected now. He had been thrilled with my reaction to Sylvia but obviously needed to coax Carlos. I was devastated by this. 'Why was he so reluctant to inspect me?' 'Was he undressed, himself?' He had stared at my nipples, longingly, when I took my blouse off at Nigel's request. Carlos described my breasts as "More inviting.", as I remembered it. 'He couldn't be gay!' Although I didn't see his face before our dinner he hadn't hung around staring at my nakedness, like I had expected him to. 'Did the sight of a moistened vulva cause him an erection?' He'd taken the first opportunity to move away, on the pretext of revitalizing the log fire to keep me warm. 'A virile, shy young man trying to conceal his embarrassment within mixed company by walking away.' It made a lot more sense, the more I thought about it.

Carlos finally came behind my chair and very tentatively caressed my right shoulder, his breathing laboured and his voice barely audible.

"Could we talk about this for a few minutes 'T'?" He whispered.

I nodded and smiled but kept my eyes downcast to avoid eye contact in an effort to make the younger man feel less nervous.

"I've never posed for Mr Hawthorne before." He began haltingly.

"Neither have I, Carlos." I whispered. "Don't you like his idea about having sex with me?" I asked tentatively. "I realise I'm older than you, so I understand if you don't want to." I scrambled the last few words together, feeling utterly humiliated at the thought of him rejecting me. 'I can't believe I actually said that!' I thought.

"Sorry, please don't think that madam---I mean 'T'." He hastily explained. "I'd like to, very much." His voice faded. "Do you mind me touching you like this while we talk?" His voice gained in confidence as he moved around my left side, timidly tracing his warm oily finger down my neck, as he moved around my chair. 

"It's alright Carlos." I whispered soothingly. "I don't mind." 

I could see his lower legs by then, smooth tanned skin as far as his knees, that shone with an oily lustre as he walked to the front of my chair. The muscles in his calves were well defined and I badly wanted to see the rest of him. The electric touch of both his hands ran down my breasts toward my nipples, as he grew in confidence. 

I tensed and my body began to convulse into an orgasmic shudder when he reached my hardened nipples. Carlos moaned his approval. He cupped both my breasts together and tenderly kissed the tip of both nipples.

He hurriedly kneeled down between my knees and I could feel his naked stomach muscles rubbing hard against my dripping love nest, making me gasp with the speed of his movement. He groped about my engorged love lips with one hand and I was unable to contain my desires any longer. 

I reached out with both my hands to pull him up inside me, squealing with joy. He pulled back with a startled look in his eyes and jumped up to his feet. We were both breathless and evidently taken aback by each others' unexpected reaction. I stared at him in surprise.

Only then, was I was able to see what Carlos was actually wearing, by way of a costume. A tiny black G string posing pouch strained to hide his swollen penis without success. The material was shiny and wet but the outline of his penis didn't look as big as Nigel's. I'd suspected all along that the shy young man had been humiliated by his own lack of self control, earlier on, and moved to calm him.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of." I gasped in awe, looking at his beautifully oiled muscles. "You look like a young Greek god to me. Why don't you take your thong off." I panted. "Would you do that for me, Carlos?---- Don't be embarrassed." I soothed him.

His confused frown transformed, firstly into a grateful smile and his gleaming white teeth flashed in a wide grin as he began to laugh.

"I think I'd better explain." He fumbled with the fastenings on each side. "I'm not normally nervous but I've got to be honest 'T'. I've never been with a submissive lady like you before so I thought I should ask if you liked it first. I just didn't know how to ask you."

"Didn't my Master tell you, Carlos?" I watched him with growing interest as the thong came off and his penis sprang into new life. "I have to obey his wishes, whether I like what I see or not." I smiled. "But in your case, Carlos, I really don't mind what you do with me." I looked at his quivering penis. Fully tumescent, his manhood seemed to be coated in a shining oily substance. It looked perfect to me, in all it's glory as he approached, completely naked now, aroused by my willingness. Carlos lifted my legs high in the air and hung them over his shoulders as he kneeled between my legs. I gripped both sides of the chair for support, dreamily closing my eyes, amused mostly by his youthful inexperience while he fumbled around in my genital area. 

The entrance was well enough lubricated with my natural juices but I really didn't blame him for making certain. I rested on the verge of an orgasm whilst he explored my sex, too excited to care. 'Yes! Yes! 

He wants to make love to me, now.' I fantasised. 'Who cares where!' 

Carlos's breathing became more erratic when his greasy fingers moved past my engorged lips, wandering even further astray. I tried moving, to help him enter me, but his arms had me pinned back.

Without warning, he plunged a finger right inside my anus, forcing my sphincter muscles to move as he coated them with a slippery substance to ease his path. I began to realise his intentions when I widened my eyes and saw Nigel taking digital photos, with an evil smile written on his face. By then it was far too late alter my fate. I realised in horror what Carlos had wanted, all along. To have anal sex with me.

My spine cramped with agony as Carlos began pressing his rigid flesh forcefully against my tight rosebud, grinning with pure excitement. 

"Oh Carlos. You're so big." I squealed as the air rushed out of my lungs. "Please be gentle with me" I gasped as I fought for breath.

I remembered Alf's advice and relaxed, ignoring pain and cramp, while Carlos eagerly guided his member past the tightest point, burying it further inside my bottom. The heat of his flesh and the depth of his thrust took my breath away again but I recovered my wits, once he was fully inside, remembering the joy I experienced with Alf, only a few days ago. I began to encourage Carlos by pulling at his rippling back muscles and trying to milk the shaft of his hot young penis, to make him cum as quickly as I could. The position I was in was too painful to enjoy him, the way I wanted to. A pleading glance at Nigel finally succeeded in my Master taking charge.

"That's enough Carlos!" Nigel sounded excited. "Don't get too carried away. Pick her up and put her on the floor. Change positions regularly so I can capture all of her face. It's important that she smiles into the camera for these next few shots."

"Yes Sir!" Carlos smiled enthusiastically. "Hold on to me 'T'."

I moaned in an ecstatic mixture of pain and pleasure, holding on to him tightly as he lifted me and laid me on the rug, with his vibrant young member still buried deeply in my colon.

"Lay right back 'T' and show me a lewd smile, for your husband. Make it look like you're enjoying yourself." Nigel grinned. "Tell him how much you enjoy having his cock up your arse." He took a shot. "Be much more vocal. I know Carlos listens when sophisticated ladies talk dirty while he's fucking them." Nigel was directing us, like a great Hollywood director in a big budget porn flick. "I want at least seven shots with you on top of Carlos as well, facing the camera, spreading those big juicy cunt lips of yours out wide for me."

There was no doubt that Nigel was ecstatic, watching and recording my ultimate humiliation, as I saw it. The strange thing was that I loved performing for him, knowing for certain that he was fully erect under his smock. I gazed in wonder at his beautiful quivering manhood while he stood over me, even fantasising about feeling him inside me too.

I let myself go, using words I never used, without reservation, never forgetting my position. I gasped the word Master so many times, as we posed, directing my filthy comments for Nigel's benefit mostly. 

I was beginning to enjoy it, even though the lubrication was wearing thin. Carlos was an athlete alright, young and eager, but was holding back his own climax. Each time he changed position I was aware of the importance of making him cum, before my discomfort overwhelmed me."Fuck my arse! Yes! You feel so good." I raised my hips to meet each thrust, desperate to make him cum. "I love it!" I sobbed. "Fuck me harder! Oh God! That's better! I love huge cocks inside my arse."

"Let 'T' get on top now." Nigel directed. "Facing me!"

My colon throbbed when Carlos pulled out of my bottom without warning me and stretched out on the floor beside me. It felt like my rosebud was on fire, used and raw. Nigel passed me Carlos's posing pouch and invited me to lubricate myself. I was dumbfounded for a moment when I realised the posing pouch was stuffed with Vaseline. Young Carlos's raging member was rock hard, impatiently waiting for me to mount up. 

With an eye on Carlos's fully erect penis, smiling with embarrassment as Nigel took pictures, I scraped my fingers full of lubrication from the masculine scented thong. It was humiliating to squat to lubricate my own bottom, but the alternative was unthinkable. Nigel got closer as I quickly soothed my aching rosebud with gel and prepared to mount Carlos, facing his feet, hovering above him with a lustful look on my face while he held his penis at the proper angle.

"God! Your husband's going to love this one." Nigel chuckled.

He snapped of several shots as I felt the heat of his firm young cock resting on my tortured rosebud. I blew Alf a kiss and waved cheekily.

"Show him how eager you are to get that cock inside you. Smile, 'T', as you swallow his cock again." He laid on the floor to get the best angle. "Get the hair out of your face. Shake your head and smile for the camera." Nigel encouraged me. "God, you look amazing 'T'."

Carlos supported my shoulders and helped to position me as I squatted down and laid my head back. I shook my head and forced a smile while I gently lowered my slippery bottom onto the swollen head of the love tool that had so recently been inside me. I gritted my teeth while my tortured flesh stretched to accommodate him again. When his testicles touched against my smooth flesh I drew a ragged breath and waited for a moment. I forced myself to smile for the camera and played with my lips, pulling my labia wide open to display my shining erect clitoris and vacant love nest for Nigel, focussing on his camera with my eyes. 'Watch this Alf!' I thought, smiling lustfully. 'See this! He's right inside my bum, alright.' My vaginal juices flowed like wine.

"See how wet I am, Master?" I gasped. "Do you want him to cum inside me. I'd love him to fill my arse with his love juices, please Master. God! I'm so horny." I sobbed, wriggling my hips and clenching him tightly as Carlos groaned ecstatically behind me. He was on the point of ejaculating, but I looked to Nigel for his permission.




Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 8



TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER NINE; Tomorrow? 

Watch out for the gripping conclusion to this hour of adventure and please remember your next task.---- Hmmm! Thank you, again. Lots of love and more surprises in store. Barbara. 



Exquisite Humiliation Ch. 9



My lover was close to ejaculating, I still needed Nigel's permission.

"Go for it, my lovely little sex pot." Nigel laughed as I began to move my hips up and down, with my partners help. I was beyond pain trashing around on the floor with Carlos, any thought of the unlocked door far from my mind when suddenly, the door burst open with no form of advance warning. By that time I was too preoccupied to care who it was. Carlos, with his inflamed penis throbbing inside me was about to flood my bowels with his ejaculate. I pumped repeatedly, twitching my muscles to make him cum, hysterically screaming coarse encouragement while Nigel continued recording the enthusiasm of my efforts. 

"Fill my arse with cum! I love your cock!" I gasped raggedly as short bursts of air escaped my lungs. "Come on Baby!-- Cum for me!"

I was oblivious to pain or circumstance by then The sheer intensity of the situation blurred any awareness of others in the room. My eyes were full of tears but I became oblivious to pain or circumstance as his love seed squirted into my bowels. The forceful spray diminished conscious awareness of anybody watching us as I'd closed my eyes. 

I swam in the heat of Carlos's love juices. His member duly shrinking in girth, soothing away the raw sensation in my sphincter muscle area considerably. I collapsed on top of Carlos, exhausted.

"Oh Carlos! You were just magnificent." I moaned as I opened my eyes to talk to him. "I'm so full of your cum. Did you-----."

I gasped with shock and froze when I realised that a scantily dressed young man, clad in only a black thong and matching bow tie had walked in. He was staring right at Carlos and I on the floor. He'd left the door wide open, as if expecting someone else to come in as well.

Nigel took photos of me while the relaxed expression on my face gave way to a horrified look, mouth opened wide in genuine and keenly felt embarrassment, on my part at least. Carlos merely continued exploring my soaking love nest and massaging my nipples, fully aware that the young man was watching us. He made our erotic demonstration even more obvious, adding to my humiliation. I froze up, motioning with my eyes in the intruders direction to Nigel, my heart pounding.

"Carry on with what you're doing 'T'!" Nigel urged, putting his camera aside, obviously annoyed. "He'll be part of your combined pose with Sylvia, a little later on, don't worry." 

I was forced to give Nigel a second, pleading look before he turned away to deal with the bemused newcomer. It was too humiliating for me to continue responding favourably to my young lover. Nigel could see that clearly enough but luckily, he just smiled understandingly.

"Just wait for me by the fire with Carlos then." He moved away. 

I was still embarrassed by being observed, in the moment of having a spirited, orgasmic anal union with Carlos, by a stranger. 'What does Nigel want us to wait for?' This question repeated in my brain and I slowly began to comprehend his reasons. I'd been expected to provide the entertainment, for others as well. Carlos attempted to reactivate my interest while the stranger watched, just a few yards away.

I succumbed to Carlos's urgings and started writhing with him on the floor again, attempting to recover the aftermath of our sexual union. 

Dimly aware of Nigel taking charge of the situation, I listened with both eyes on the open door until my heartbeat stabilised.

"You're a bit late!" Nigel guided the man further away from us.

"Sorry Sir." The man smiled. "I should have waited for Sylvia."

"Good point! Where is Sylvia and the that other young stud she promised to find me?" Nigel roared. 

Just then Sylvia ran in, bared breasts bouncing above her corset and long skirt outfit. She looked flustered and out of breath, unlike the last time we met before dinner. Our G string clad young man took off like a scalded cat, occupying his time by tidying up the dinner table and putting them back on the trolley. It appeared that he was leaving it to Sylvia to sooth Nigel's anger and make excuses, on her own.

Sylvia closed the door behind her. She smiled at me before taking off the long skirt of her costume. She wriggled her hips as she pushed it down revealing the pink shimmering flesh of her engorged love lips to me for the first time. Sylvia was soon naked but for the tight uplift corset that cut angrily into her upper hips. The reason for this was obvious when she scampered across to Nigel's side, the fleshy cheeks of her plump bottom wobbling deliciously as she moved. 

She turned her back to him and acknowledged Carlos and I with a quick wave. She spoke while Nigel unclipped the fastenings for her, gasping for breath and making no attempt to disguise her excitement at seeing me, naked by the open fire, splayed out on the floor over the top of Carlos. She didn't appear at all annoyed by the fact that I had just had anal sex with one of her gorgeous young waiters. 

"He's coming out from the city, Sir." She gasped. "You'll like the young gentleman for sure. Himself and his lady friend are buying the restaurant from me shortly." She winked at me, as Nigel unclipped the last of the corset hooks, inhaling an audible sigh of relief when it dropped on the floor at her feet, leaving her completely unadorned in front of all three men in the room. She looked magnificent, in her nakedness, unconcerned by being in mixed company in an aroused sexual state. As she had appeared in her portrait, Sylvia lacked inhibitions in both, the way she presented herself and talked to people that she hardly knew, as I quickly discovered. 

"Carlos is a fine young stud isn't he 'T'?" She called out with a beaming smile on her face. "You'll soon be expecting me to help you get ready for the next set I hope." She bubbled on in her faint Irish brogue. I'll just be asking your Master, first." She gasped. 

She turned toward Nigel and lowered her voice, no doubt to apologize for the interruption and expand on whatever ideas she had in mind for helping me. I tore my eyes away and noticed the other man, surveying the scene before his eyes, while he worked to clear the table.

"That guy keeps watching us?" I quietly whispered, attempting to alert Carlos to the man that was glancing in our direction while pretending to be busy.

"Take no notice of him 'T'." He whispered. "That's Mitch, one of Sylvia's other staff." He chuckled. "He'll be seeing a lot more of you later, once the others get here."

"Who are they?" I gasped. "I thought there was going to be just you and Sylvia in the scene he had in mind." I whispered urgently.

"Don't worry, I've seen the couple that she's talking about, as well. Kitty started working for Sylvia about three months ago. She's the young lady that talked her boyfriend into taking the place over, from Sylvia." Carlos oozed enthusiasm about the new proprietors. "He was out here all afternoon, talking over business matters regarding the restaurant with Sylvia, in her office.

"You know the others then, Carlos?" I breathed a little easier. 

"I haven't met him yet but he sure looked suited to your taste in younger men." Carlos chuckled. "Sylvia liked him well enough, from what the staff saw." He rolled his eyes suggestively. "He's not much older than Mitch and I but he loves a bit of variety."

My source of information was rudely interrupted when Sylvia focussed her attention back toward the fireplace. She flounced over in a rush and laid down beside us, glowing with an excitement that belied both her age and overweight condition.

"Well, Carlos!" She sighed. "If you've quite finished for the moment, could you and Mitch fill a nice hot bubble bath for 'T' and I and leave the three of us together for a bit?" She stretched over my body, carelessly sliding her breasts over mine and whispered into his ear. "Sorry, darling boy, Mr Hawthorne's request." She giggled. "I'll be keeping 'T' company, by myself, while you two young stallions make yourselves a bit more useful." She reiterated more sternly.

"Sorry 'T'." Carlos got the hint immediately, apologising to me in particular, as he lifted my hips to withdraw his shrunken member. I quickly tightened my sphincter muscles to keep his love juices from discharging over the expensive rug. Mitch was waiting impatiently for Carlos to follow him into the bathroom so he gathered up his G string costume and ran to join him.

After a few momentary lust filled looks, Sylvia gathered me into her arms and hugged me, face to face, squeezing her ample breasts against my own. Soft searching lips covered my mouth and her exploring tongue overwhelmed any thought of resistance. Before the first kiss was over I was responding to her passionate advances with gradual acceptance. Sylvia urged me to continue kissing her, greedily seeking out my lips every time I paused for breath. She took the initiative every step of the way, aware that I was doing my utmost to please but acknowledging my lack of enthusiasm for making love with another woman. Wordlessly, she guided my fingers toward her erect nipples and smiled seductively when she noticed some eagerness in my eyes. I gingerly caressed and squeezed her nipples, exploring her breasts with a growing enthusiasm and beginning to enjoy the experience while she reciprocated my every movement on my own body. Her wandering fingers took charge in guiding me to explore that most intimate area of our bodies, by following her example. Trailing my fingers through her slippery folds of flesh, we exchanged confident glances and I achieved a silent understanding of what she had in mind. Masturbating myself by remote control was the easiest way of describing this part of her lesson. She would bring me to the edge and then stop, just before I orgasmed. We teased one and other this way several times, each time heading closer toward having a magnificent climax. I made a special effort, breathing faster.

"Please Sylvia?" I gasped. "Make me cum this time."

"You're learning quickly, 'T'." She giggled. "Lets try this?" 

She expertly wriggled her buttocks closer to me, moving my legs over hers, to bring our moistened vulvas together. My aroused labia melted into Sylvia's accommodating flesh as we wiggled our hips together. It was a welcome relief from the masculine contact between Carlos and I. A genuine desire to make love replaced my previous apprehension while our moistened nether lips found comfort in each others touch. Passion quickly overcame the embarrassment I felt at being seduced by another woman in Nigel's presence. He followed our movements with his camera lens as the speed of our gyrating hips increased, to bring us closer to satisfaction.

Nigel urged us to separate so that he could capture the moment. 

"You should try tasting her juices now." Nigel suggested. "Cum in her mouth!"

He didn't make it clear, to whom he was speaking. Sylvia responded by laying back on the rug with her legs fully parted. I got to my knees, prepared to lick her smooth mound of Venus, hesitating and looking up at Nigel for further confirmation when I saw how aroused her clitoris was. I wanted to cum as well.

"You might find it more fun to straddle her face. --You know." He helped me to my feet and turned me around to face the other way.

"Adopt the Sixty-nine position with Sylvia." Nigel chuckled. "Unless, of course, you prefer to have Sylvia lay on top of you." He laughed.

"If you want me to, Master." I turned my head and glanced down. Noticing by the bemused expression on her face, I returned her smile, realising Sylvia was eager to make love in the way Nigel suggested.

There was an awkward moment as I re-positioned myself, with Sylvia's help. Her oral magic began on me the moment I squatted over her neck and gently leaned over her breasts to avoid bruising her milky flesh. Her nipples hardened immediately as I got into position. I shuddered with anticipation when her darting tongue parted my inner labia with expertise and sought out my pink button of ecstasy. Moulding into her soft body, the overpowering scent of her sex filled my nostrils as I laid over her and leaned forward to give her the same oral pleasure. 

I have to admit that the concept of exploring another lady's steaming love nest, using only my tongue, filled me with some nausea at first. 

I gingerly kissed the top of her mound, creeping toward her valley of pleasure with almost virginal trepidation, while Sylvia brought me to the very brink of orgasm. I was reluctant to reciprocate her movement but progressively became drawn in with more enthusiasm as she sped up her skilful oral ministrations. Wriggling my hips and moaning with a fast approaching orgasm, my tastebuds became accustomed to the acrid taste of her womanhood. 

Indulging in oral sex with Sylvia brought out many mixed feelings of emotional trauma as I put my knowledge of the female anatomy to use in ways that I had never previously anticipated. I found her clit and nibbled at it with my lips before using my tongue on her love button, inflaming her passion to a new crescendo. 

Sylvia stiffened and lifted her hips, moaning in ecstasy, as orgasmic peaks of pleasure began to affect both of us simultaneously. I was in a trance, but mindful of maintaining control of my anal muscles while intense waves of pleasure ravaged my body. Soaked in her moisture, I was worried about leaking Carlos's sperm deposit over Sylvia's face. We rolled sideways together, with our heads imprisoned between each others legs, as if glued together. We climaxed continuously as Sylvia darted her tongue in and around my love canal in sensual abandon. By that time both of us were out of control, convulsing together in wild orgasmic fervour. We buried our noses into each others fleshy thighs, flicking our tongues around wildly until we simply ran out of breath. 

We separated only for fresh air, gasping for breath like two animals in heat until eventually, we rolled apart. I sat up looking into her sparkling eyes in ecstasy and wonder. Sylvia's face was covered with seminal fluid and she was smiling but her eyes showed concern for me.

"Sorry Sylvia. Did I leak on you?" I whispered to her.

"Well, my girl!" She panted as she recovered her breath. "I see that Carlos has been a bit too enthusiastic, earlier on. Lay back and rest your feet on my shoulders, sweetheart." She looked up at Nigel. "I'll need to give 'T' a bit of my medication and tend her before our next session, that's for sure." 

Nigel put down his camera immediately and squatted beside Sylvia, his attention taken by my genital area as Sylvia parted the cheeks of my bottom fully, pointing out the raw flesh within.

"You should have told me he was hurting you." Nigel whispered. "I thought he was getting a bit too carried away with you at first."

"I'll say!---Look at this, Sir." She breathed raggedly

When Sylvia pressed her finger against my inflamed rosebud I bit at my bottom lip and recoiled from her touch, whimpering slightly.

"What's wrong in there, Sylvia?" I pleaded. "It stings."

"Nothing a bit of tender, loving care can't fix." She assured. "First step is to have ourselves a bubble bath and I'll have you good as new in no time." She put my legs down off her shoulders and got to her feet. "I'll only be a few minutes, my love." She spoke to Nigel. "Could you look after her, Sir?---Leave Carlos to me, if you would."

Sylvia didn't wait for his reply. Taking charge of the situation with a determined look on her face she strode off to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. I heard her addressing Carlos in an harsh voice and what sounded like muffled replies coming from him.

"What's happening, Master?" I trembled. "Is she angry at him?""Of course not!" Nigel got down beside me and put his arm over my shoulder, hugging me tenderly. "Don't worry, Trish." He kissed my forehead. "I'll pour you another cognac, if you like?" He smiled and stood up. "Better still, I think I might have another one with you while we wait for Sylvia." 

I watched him pouring our drinks while I waited beside the flickering flames. Nigel was smiling like a Cheshire cat when he returned, with that same loving look in his eyes. I knew he was impressed with me.

"Sylvia won't be long now." He handed me a fresh glass and laid down beside me. "You did well, Trish." He chuckled infectiously. "I'm sure she enjoyed teaching you some of her tricks, from what I saw." 

"I'd rather be with you, Master." I whispered, reaching under his robe. 

While Nigel and I were sipping drinks and talking by the fire, Carlos and Mitch came from the bathroom and made themselves scarce, pausing to pick up our food trolley on the way. We talked openly, after they left the room and Nigel promised we'd go back to his place as soon as his main scene was over and spend the rest of the night together. He was well pleased with his photos, so far, but wanted to meet the new owners, once they arrived. 

"Could you handle a group orgy scene for me, Trish?" He smiled.

"As long as you're with me." My voice shook. "I'll do anything you want." 

"I'll make it up to you when we go home."

He began to tell me about the scenario he planned to create for his painting. I gathered he was expecting two women and three other men for his final pose but had been thwarted by the fact that Sylvia's new business associates had prior commitments in the city. He hoped for them to arrive soon, along with Carlos and Mitch once they got back. 

"Sylvia tells me he'll be well worth waiting for." Nigel began to explain more fully. "He's got big plans for this place."

"Whenever you're ready, T'!" A muffled voice sang out from the bathroom area. "All ready, my love." 

Our intimate conversation was interrupted by her melodic voice.

"Go on, Trish. I'll pop in to see you both in a few minutes." He whispered. "Hurry along now."

The promise of attention to my stinging bottom and the thought of a nice hot bubble bath, with just Sylvia present, was a strong enough reason for delaying my conversation with Nigel, on its own. "Thank you, Master." I smiled, leaping to my feet, anxious to talk things over with my experienced lesbian lover. I lifted my glass as the clock struck Half past Eleven. 'Nearly midnight already.' I thought, calculating the time I had left with my exciting lover.

I drained my glass and went off to the bathroom. Sylvia greeted me by the door, smelling freshly bathed and talking non stop as she guided me inside the steam filled room.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT MONTH. 

With other commitments last month I ran out of time to finish the current series. Keep those votes and suggestions coming in and I'll be back next month to conclude this series. Love you all. 

Barbara. N.Z.G.S.K.