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Please, Mr. R. Ch. 01

By: NurseSally



Forward: I wrote this story (series of chapters) for my friend, Jay. Well, for me, too, but mostly as a present for Jay. At a time when I really needed a friend, Jay was there for me. Through my endless bantering, mindless emails and never ending drama that surrounded me for months, Jay was there everyday, offering me support, advice and a shoulder to cry on. Jay, my dear friend: I love you for the tenderness and attention you gave me, and, for the way you listened and opened my eyes to see things about myself, and the special person in my life now. I can never repay your thoughtfulness and generosity, but, I hope you'll read this story as my love sonnet to you and know that next to Daddy and Brent, I love you the most.  

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His directions were easy to follow. I parked my car on the street, just as he directed, several houses down from his own. I was wearing exactly what he requested – a thin, button-up sun dress with no bra underneath. I was totally shocked when he suggested I unbutton my sun dress all the way down to my waist once I was safely in my car and on my way. 

On top of that, he suggested I pull the top of the dress open several inches so my breasts were exposed as I drove to his house. In a way, I felt fortunate he didn't ask me to unbutton my dress all the way down, or, remove it completely. I'm almost sure I would have done it, though. Actually, I'd have done whatever he asked, but, I think he knew I was literally scared out of my wits to be exposed like that, and he didn't want to push me past my breaking point.

On the flip side, however, the excitement that had been building up inside me for the last three days cancelled out every ounce of fear, nervousness and anxiety I was feeling. The anticipation of what he'd arranged for me, what ever it was, and the anticipation of not knowing was killing me. 

I'd tried in vain to busy myself in the previous days, hoping it would take my mind off what was going to happen to me today, and that seemed to work okay for a little while. But, I literally soaked a pair of panties yesterday rubbing myself as I sat at the computer chatting with him online, trying to get him to tell me what was going to happen once I arrived at his house.

"You don't need to worry about that, Sally." He typed. "I've got everything arranged. I promise you'll be safe and I'll be there to oversee everything. That's all you need to know."

I begged him to let me touch myself numerous times since Tuesday. The secrecy and expectation of what was going to happen was making me crazy and leaving me with an unsatisfied feeling between my legs. As a result, I daydreamed constantly, trying to figure out what he had planned – what he was doing, and what I was in for. And as each day passed, my excitement grew and my need to masturbate grew, too. I needed to cum, but he held firm regardless of how many times I pleaded with him. He simply said "No, Sally, no touching yourself down there." 

Finally, growing tired of my incessant begging, yesterday he gave in. While we were chatting online, he told me I could touch myself and give myself one very much needed orgasm. But, I could only touch myself outside my panties, he said. He first made me promise I wouldn't cheat, though – no direct contact with my vagina, and no sneaking my fingers into my pussy in the shower, either. He assured me the reason for this would be clear when the time came.

But, there was a price to pay for being able to have my orgasm – even though I had to do it through my panties. "You have to bring them with you tomorrow." He said. "In a plastic bag, Sally. Take your panties off as soon as you cum, put them in the plastic bag and seal them up. Then, bring them with you when you come." 

I can't believe how fast I agreed. Honestly, I didn't stop to think why he'd ask me to bring my panties. But, once I'd cum in them, and seen the way they were completely saturated with my vaginal secretions, I began to worry. And, as I was folding them up and putting them in a zip top sandwich bag, I realized he obviously had some plan - there was some reason, some significance to these panties. A feeling of disgrace swept over me as I looked at the wet panties in the baggie, knowing I was going to hand them to him and he'd have them – maybe even keep them. 

I'm sure the man in the pick-up truck next to me at the stop light saw my tiny boobs between the open folds of my sundress. The top of the dress was gaping open as I waited for the light to turn green, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking right at me. I felt utterly embarrassed as his eyes stared at me, and I was almost tempted to close my dress and speed away so he couldn't see my pitiful excuse for boobs any longer, but I thought, "I'm supposed to let him look. That's what Jay wanted. That's why I was told not to wear a bra and to open my dress."

"It's all part of it," I mumbled, "its all part of what's happening to me today."

I was trying to convince myself that letting someone see my little boobs was part of my unfolding adventure, but, it was a hard pill to swallow. I'd always been ashamed of my breasts – or, lack of breasts, I should say. Then I remembered what Mr. R. said, "You can't really be an exhibitionist unless you're willing to let someone see your breasts, Sally. Don't be ashamed of them, they're beautiful."

I guess I'd describe them as 'Petite'. One of my boyfriends once called them 'Perky', but, to me, they're just small, and I honestly felt cheated by Mother Nature. All my friends had these full, womanly breasts and they weren't shy about showing some cleavage. Then there was me – good ol' flat Sally. Well, maybe I shouldn't say 'flat' because that's not completely true. I can almost fill an A-Cup when I do wear a bra, which is usually only when I go to work. Any other time, there's no reason to wear one.

One thing I do like about my boobs, though - my nipples are cute. When they get hard, they stick out proudly and even though I'm small on top, when my nipples get hard it's very obvious. Everyone can tell and everyone looks. And, that part I really like - when everyone looks.  

So, arriving at his house, I parked my car carefully down the street, buttoned my dress up, turned my cell phone off and grabbed my overnight bag with the items he told me to bring. As I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me, I wondered if he was watching me from his house. I was extra careful not to draw any attention to myself as I walked along the sidewalk, but with each step, I knew I was getting closer and closer to something that was going to test my courage, and something I hoped would be so exciting, so new and so satisfying, that it would forever change my dull existence. 

I'd met Jay, or Mr. R., as I referred to him from time to time in our emails, several months earlier. He sent me a comment in response to one of the chapters of my story, "The Doctor Is In", and we instantly became email pals. He had this incredibly gentle, mature style about him, and I was drawn to him right away. It was inevitable that our emails eventually got personal and intimate. It was easy for me to feel comfortable with Jay because I've always been attracted to older, more experienced men, and as our emails got more and more intimate, I began to fantasize about him during my nightly finger dances down between my legs.

Before long, we were telling each other about our sexual desires and our most secret fantasies. Since I'm a professional, single woman, I enjoyed the anonymity of having a male email friend to confide in, correspond with and trade nasty thoughts with. We even exchanged very short stories we wrote about each other, all with explicit sexual overtones – his stories, putting the two of us in sexual situations which excited him, and mine putting us in situations I was fantasizing about nightly.

In one story, I had myself as a school girl who had a crush on her handsome teacher, Mr. Richardson – Mr. Jay Richardson. Of course in my story, my skirts were always too short and my school blouses were always too small. I never wore a bra and my legs just couldn't stay closed as I sat at my desk. Of course, day after day I treated Mr. Richardson to a direct view up my skirt and as each day passed, I found him looking more and more. Each successive day, my legs opened wider to encourage and facilitate his view.

The night I wrote that specific short story, I spent more time masturbating myself sitting at my keyboard than I spent writing, and by the time I was done, my panties were literally drenched and I was gasping for breath as I tried to type. Needless to say, I think Jay enjoyed the story when I sent it to him, but, I seriously doubt he enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and playing with myself. 

In return, I found the short stories he wrote for me to be something I was forced to read time after time with my hand between my legs, stroking my lonely pussy. I'd usually carry parts of his story in my head during the day and add my own ideas to them as I lie in bed at night, masturbating furiously while my mind conjured up the visions of what he'd written. His writing had a special gift of being lewd, but not raunchy, and some of the sexual things I did in those stories touched me in a way I never thought possible

Along the way, Jay taught me it was okay to use the word 'Cunt' in my writing and in my emails. I'd never liked that word before – and I resisted it for a long time. The word seemed so demeaning to women, but, as our emails continued, I became comfortable using it to refer to my sex starved, wet, lubricated pussy. I actually grew to enjoy using the word openly, for example, telling him how I'd always fantasized about being exposed, and letting other people see my cunt clearly.  

One night after dinner, I sat down to answer some of his emails with a glass of wine. The subject of the emails we were passing at that time was our most secret, deepest and darkest fantasies. One glass of wine turned into another, and then into a third for me, and before I knew it, I'd written three pages describing to Jay the things that excited me the most – all of them too shameful to ever be spoken aloud – but with Jay, I was going on and on about things I'd never even had the courage to share with my boyfriends, much less anyone else.

In that email, I went into detail on my submissive desires and my exhibitionistic fantasies. I spilled my guts telling him how I'd love to be exposed to strangers, friends and family; being made to stand in front of them naked, allowing them to touch me and look at me for the longest times..... posing me in positions that could only be described as 'hardcore'. I confessed to Jay how I'd lie in bed at night and see myself with my panties pulled down to my knees as I allowed myself to be seen and examined, maybe even photographed, or, how much I'd love to be forced to be stripped naked while someone watched.

I confided to Jay that I loved the taste of sperm and coveted the feel and texture of a man's cum in my mouth. I wrote a full page describing my fantasies of being blindfolded, stripped and used by a group of people for their sexual gratification; being made to perform oral sex on them and having my mouth filled with a profuse amount of sperm – so much so that I could drink it. I explained my desires to willingly open my legs to accept their cocks into my needy, wanton cunt, hoping they'd fill me so full, my pussy would overflow, leak out and run down my legs in the most disgraceful manner possible.

Admittedly, there was a part of my note I had to word very carefully – the part where I explained my school girl fantasies. As I wrote it, I was filled with both excitement and shame. I intentionally left out key pieces to my fantasy – hoping he might ask me to fill in the blanks. I'd already sent him a short story where he was my teacher and I was the student, but even that little teaser didn't go as far as what happened in my mind. 

That note was, without a doubt, the nastiest thing I've ever written. As soon as I sent the email, I regretted it. I'd poured out my submissive, exhibitionistic and slutty heart to Jay. The things I wrote in that email were deeply personal and damning. But there was a part of me that felt good about sending it – like I was set free in some way for finally saying those things to someone. I worried about how Jay was going to take it, though. 

I needn't have worried because Jay's response was calm and accepting of everything. He said he could definitely understand why someone might have submissive desires. 

"Fantasies of being submissive, being blindfolded, stripped and exposed, intimately examined or even being sexually used," he explained, "doesn't mean you're a slut, Sally. It just means you'd get pleasure from someone you trust making decisions for you and putting you in a position to face exaggerated sexual conditions. I don't see any real harm in those kinds of fantasies." 

Jay went on to say that giving up control and letting someone else decide your fate took a great deal of trust. He never once chastised me, criticized me or condemned me for my wicked thoughts. And, it was his gentleness and understanding which proved to me he was an honorable man who would keep my secrets safely to himself. 

So, not too long after I sent that revealing email, we learned we actually lived in cities remarkably close to one another – only an hour apart. That revelation pushed my interest in Jay up a few notches, but due to his job and his position in the community, we agreed to continue our nasty friendship via chat and email, and, we both agreed it would be best if we never met in person.

Then, three weeks ago he happened to mention in an email that his wife was going out of town for several days and he'd be by himself while she was gone. As a joke, I intentionally teased him, telling him I was planning on doing some lingerie shopping, and since his wife would be gone, I asked if he wanted to help me pick out some new bras and panties. 

Knowing full well we'd agreed to never meet, I taunted him, telling him I'd drag him from store to store for hours, pulling him into the changing rooms with me, and making him watch me undress as I tried on every bit of slinky, sexy and revealing lingerie I could find. I went on and on about how I'd tempt him and tease him – how I'd stand in front of him naked, turn around and bend all the way over exposing myself to him from behind and visually torture him for hours. I really laid it on thick knowing it would never happen. 

When I read his reply email, he laid it on just as thick back to me, saying there was no way he'd be able to withstand that kind of torture, and how he'd have to pull his cock out and stroke it while he looked at me. He told me he wouldn't be able to control himself. He said he would beg me to let him hold my panties and he'd rub them all over his face and his cock. He told me he'd be so excited, he'd probably erupt and spray the dressing room with an unbelievable amount of cum, drenching me with streams of his hot, thick sperm. His response was so graphic, the visual I got from it made me think of him holding his gushing cock out with both hands – like a fireman holding a fire hose. I read it time after time dreaming about how much I'd love to see him cover me with his cum. 

"You bad boy!" I replied back to him. "You know I'd have to make you clean me up with your tongue, don't you?"

"Oh! Really?" He said in his final reply of the night. "It's a good thing we agreed never to meet, Sally. That's something I just might enjoy."

Our emails continued on, almost daily. And, each day, we discovered more about each other. I confided to him more about my submissive desires and my yearning to role play a naughty school girl, and he told me how he'd love to go down on me from behind, licking, sucking and kissing me everywhere – and I do mean everywhere. With each email, we pushed each other more, teasing and tweaking the other to the point of premeditated orgasms. 

Then, the morning his wife left for her trip, I received an email from Jay asking if I was really going shopping for new lingerie, or, if it was just a joke. I replied back telling him it was no joke – I was going to hit the big mall out towards his house. Not even ten minutes after I replied to his note, I received another email from him with just two lines. 

"I know we said we'd never meet, Sally." Jay wrote. "But, if you think you'd like some company while you shop, I'll promise to be on my best behavior."

For the next hour, we went to the online chat and discussed the pros and cons of us meeting in person, and me taking him shopping for my lingerie. He even offered to pay for whatever I picked out. "Jay, do you know just a single bra can cost $30, or more?" I asked.

"Who cares!" Jay replied. "I'll bring five hundred with me. As long as I can watch you try everything on it sounds like a bargain to me."

The whole time we were discussing it, my panties were flooding and my fingers were diddling my clit and grazing up and down my pussy lips. When it became clear we were both leaning toward doing it, we laid down some ground rules. First, I made him promise not to try to touch me – he could only look. When he agreed to that, I also made him promise that he'd masturbate for me. Of course, he was just as excited as I was, and once we agreed to the rules – I told him where and when to meet me at the mall and asked what he'd be wearing. 

So, to make a long story short, I met him there, at the big sign in the middle of the mall where they have the mall map. He suggested we go to the food court to get some coffee and get to know one another. After a few minutes, I was just as comfortable with Jay in person as I was through email and before too long, we were talking like old friends. His graying hair made him look so distinguished, and several younger guys – about my own age - did a double take when they saw us together. "Maybe those guys think he's my boyfriend. No wait!" I said to myself, giggling. "He could be my father!" Then, for a moment, I began to think how twisted it would be to pretend he was Daddy and I was taking him with me as I shopped for my lingerie, and, oh Gawd, letting him come into the dressing room with me. 

Shaking that nasty, forbidden thought from my head, I turned my attention back to Jay and what he was saying. I felt so proud and special as I sat there with him. He was amazingly polite; he actually listened to me when I talked and the longer I sat there with him, the more excited I became thinking about this man being inside the changing rooms with me and watching me take my clothes off. 

Once our coffee was gone, he leaned over close to me and whispered, "You still want to do this? The shopping and, uh.... you know, the rest?"

In the instant or two I took to think about it, I asked myself if I could really go through with something like this – if I could take him into a store and have him help me pick out my bras and panties. Could I allow him into the dressing rooms and bare myself in front of him? My heart was beating fast, and before I knew it, I was nodding my head up and down and blushing profusely. "Yes." I answered. "Definitely."  

Seeing my answer, he stood up and offered his hand to me. "Well, we should get started, then." Jay said. "I'd hate for you to change your mind on me."

So, a few minutes later, we were walking arm in arm down the middle of the mall looking for our first store to visit. The story of our shopping trip still burns in my memory, but in the interest of time, I can tell you this – it didn't last hours and hours and we didn't go through every store in the mall as I'd initially envisioned.

The truth is, it took us a while to find a store that would let Jay come into the changing room with me. As stupid as it sounds, many stores won't allow a man in the dressing room with you. But, we finally found one that would. The sales girl looked at Jay, who was standing next to me, smiled a little grin and nodded her head.


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"Just let me know when you're ready." She said, smiling a knowing smile. Then leaning in toward me, she added, "The manager is gone today and we're not that busy."

The store was one of those trendy, Young Miss kind of stores. They sell a lot of T-shirts and accessories. Their motif is a little gothic, but I was pleasantly surprised to see all the lacy, ruffled and feminine lingerie on their racks. Looking around to see a few high school age girls shopping close to us, I stopped to wonder if they bought their lingerie there, too. Much of it was sheer and suggestive – definitely not the kind of lingerie I wore when I was in high school. 

So, I took Jay by the hand and pulled him over to the displays of sexy lingerie. As soon as we stopped, he immediately reached out to a delicate, white under wire bra with mesh cups. He slipped his hand behind the cups and we could both see through the mesh just like it wasn't there. "Oh, Sally," Jay said as he looked at me and smiled, "I really like this."

"Uh huh," I giggled, "I bet you do. There's nothing to it – it's see through."

"I'm just trying to give you some suggestions, Sally." Jay replied with a little laugh. "That's why I'm here. Remember?" 

"That's not why you're here, and you know it." I whispered, smiling up at him. "But, we should make it look like we're really shopping. Help me find some things to try on," I added, "I take a 32-A bra and small in panties."

In the next ten minutes, we each selected several bras and panties for me to try on. I made Jay hold them all, and each time I picked up something new, I'd look at him and he'd nod either 'Yes' or 'No'. One thing became clear pretty quick, he'd say 'Yes' if it was see through or risqué in any way. 

Finally, Jay had an armful of bras and panties and I knew it was time to head for the changing room. Standing up on my tiptoes, I looked for the sales girl we talked to earlier, and once I found her, I turned to Jay and motioned for him to follow me. As I approached the sales girl, I told her I was ready for the changing room. Leaning in to me, she glanced quickly at Jay, and then back at me. "Is he your husband?" She asked softly.

I was almost tempted to tell her he was my father, flashing back to my nasty thoughts earlier, but, in as much as I would have loved to shock her like that, I held my tongue.

"No." I giggled. Then as seriously as I could, I leaned toward her and answered, "That would be nice, though."

"Oh." She replied, obviously confused at my answer. Then, just as Jay was about to step up close to me, I whispered to her, "He's just a friend, but, he's got the most wonderful tongue, and he knows how to use it. He can go an hour without coming up for air."

You should have seen her eyes shoot open in surprise! Since Jay was now standing right next to me, she could hardly risk saying anything, but, I could tell what was going through her mind, and I was trying hard not to burst out in laughter 

I reached out to take Jay's hand and looked innocently at the sales girl. "Where's the changing room?" I asked politely.

In a daze, she turned and walked us to the rear of the store, around a small wall to several fully enclosed dressing rooms. Stopping at the first one she came to, she paused and looked at me. Then, shaking her head, she went down to the furthest one and opened the door with her key. 

"What ever you don't want, you can just leave in here and I'll put them back on the rack for you." She said nicely. And with that, she blushed as she held the door open for us and we walked in.

I broke out into a soft laugh once Jay and I were in there. "What's so funny?" Jay asked.

"I told her you were really good at eating pussy," I said, "and you could go for an hour non-stop." 

"You didn't!" Jay exclaimed, softly.

"I bet she thinks you're on your knees right now." I said, trying to keep myself from laughing too hard. Pointing to the door I added, "She's probably right outside the door listening, you know."

Quickly, Jay reached over and pushed the door open, poked his head out and looked around. "No sign of her." He said, closing the door quietly. 

Once I heard him close the door, it all came rushing back to me and I faced the reality of what we were there to do. I was supposed to strip now, and lewdly display my body to him while I tried on the bras and panties. And while we stood there, looking at each other in the silence, I felt my courage drain away and I knew I couldn't go through with it.

When it was a dream - when it was a fantasy – when we were just talking about it, I was brave enough to do it. Even as I drove to meet him, and as we sat in the food court, and even as we found the store and picked out the lingerie – I felt I could do it. But, now that it was time – I was too scared, too embarrassed and too chicken to go through with it.

But Jay, in his gentle way, saw the apprehension in my eyes. So, juggling all the panties and bras in his arms to keep from dropping them, he told me it was okay and suggested we just call it a day. 

"Maybe you're not ready to do it for real, Sally." Jay said, sweetly. "I know the thought of it was exciting to you, but really doing it is completely different than fantasizing about it."

I thought about what Jay said, and I knew he was right. The idea of being exposed, being naked and exhibiting my body was an enormous turn-on and I really thought I could do it. But, on the other hand, when would I ever get a chance like this again? When would I ever have someone as willing and understanding as Jay to do this with me? I'd dreamed of having an opportunity like this for years! Could I really just walk away and call it a day? 

"No." I said softly. "Sit down." I added, pointing to the tiny bench in the changing room. 

Then, somehow – I'm not sure how, I boldly reached up under my skirt, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. The instant I did it, I felt my face turn red and I was filled with shame and embarrassment. 

I looked at Jay and his eyes were locked on the white panties around my knee caps. The crotch panel was facing up and I could easily see a shiny wet spot glistening with my fresh pussy juice. 

"Sally...." Jay moaned, softly. "You don't have to do this."

"No, Jay." I replied, "I need to do this. You came all the way out here to meet me so I could do this. Just look at me. Promise me right now you'll look at me."

Jay nodded his head silently, and then said, "If you're sure you want this, pull your skirt up and ask me to look at your cunt. Don't use the words vagina, or pussy, Sally. Ask me nicely to look at your cunt."

I paused only for a second. Then slowly, I lifted my jean skirt up over my waist and stood there in front of him, intentionally exposing myself to this man I'd only met in person less than an hour earlier. 

"Please." I said in a small voice, almost faltering. "Please look at my cunt, Jay."

I saw Jay's eyes drift down to my pussy as I stood no more than two feet in front of him, and he stared at me. He shifted uncomfortably on the hard bench and after a few seconds, his hand moved to his crotch and I saw him clearly adjust his hardening cock to a more comfortable position inside his trousers.

"That's a good sign." I said to myself. "He's getting an erection. He's getting turned on looking at my pussy; my cunt. I'm really doing it! I'm exposing myself and he's enjoying it."

Then boldly, I spread my feet as wide as I could with my panties at my knees and lowered my right hand to my mound. As he gasped and looked up at me, I began to run my fingers up and down my labia until they were wet with my juices. "Watch me, Jay." I whispered. "I need that right now more than anything in the world. I need you to look at me and watch me."

Silently, I wished I'd taken the time to shave myself down there. I trimmed up a week or so ago, but, I still had a fine covering of pubic hair covering my pussy. I wasn't overgrown, mind you, but I wasn't hairless like I probably should have been. In my fantasies, I always envisioned myself completely bare when I exposed myself. Being shaved would allow me no covering - nothing to protect me, no way to hide my femininity and no way to conceal my throbbing, wet pussy from someone's eyes. 

Almost immediately I could smell my aroused feminine aroma in the tiny changing room. In a way, I hoped the smell would get heavier and completely fill the room, lingering in the air, and hopefully, the next customer would be able to detect the unmistakable scent of my aroused cunt. Not my vagina. Not my pussy. Right now, what I had was a cunt, a wet and ready cunt, and I didn't care who might know it. 

Jay's eyes were transfixed on my fingers as I began to masturbate in earnest in front of him. The sloppy, crinkling noise my fingers made as they dipped between my wet lips were the only sounds that were audible. I couldn't even hear him breathing. What I finally heard, though, was enough to break me out of my masturbatory trance. It was the instantly recognizable sound of a zipper being pulled down, and, as my eyes focused on his crotch, it wasn't long before he was reaching into his trousers and pulling out the first cock I'd seen in a long, long time. 

He straightened his legs out to get more comfortable, and then looking up at me, he began to stroke his stiffening package. After a second or two, his eyes went back to my pussy and for the next two minutes, we stared at each other masturbating. 

"Oh, Gawd, Sally...." Jay moaned. "I'm not gonna last long. I'm already getting close. I can feel it."

"Do it." I urged him. "Make yourself cum while you look at me, Jay." I edged up as close as I could to his face and continued to masturbate directly in front of him, holding my cunt lips open with my fingers so he could clearly see my clitoris and the pinkness of my pussy hole. "Can you see me good enough?" I asked him. "Can you see everything? Can you see how wet I am?"

"Oh, shit, Sally!" He whispered up to me. "I'm gonna cum. I can't help it. It's too much."

Neither one of us had thought this through very well. He surely couldn't ejaculate all over the mirrored walls of the tiny dressing room, and because the room was so small and I had my panties down around my knees, I couldn't twist around to reach for a tissue from my purse. 

"Quick," I said, pulling my hand from between my legs and reaching down to him, "stand up." As he did, I reached for his cock with one hand and pulled his body up against me with the other. His throbbing member rubbed against the bare skin above my pussy, and I felt his cock head poke into my abdomen. Then, as if I were some kind of masturbation machine, I began to stroke his cock frantically. 

I couldn't help trying to look down between our bodies. I had to see his cock, I had to see his penis in my hand. After a few seconds, Jay started to moan in unintelligible sounds. He pushed his cock deeper into my hand, and then all of a sudden, I felt his body tense up, go rigid and literally begin to explode in my hands. 

His first contraction shot a thick stream of white cum across my hips and I could feel it's warmth splatter against my skin. Then, as I continued to stroke him, big globs of goopy sperm shot from his cock and peppered my exposed skin.

Suddenly, I heard noises outside the changing room door, the sounds of doors opening and closing, bags rustling and hangers clanging. I started to get scared they were going to hear us, but Jay just kept cuming in my hand – grunting and thrusting his cock into me. 

"Shhhh." I whispered into Jay's ear as I yanked on his hard cock, trying to coax every drop of cum from his balls. "Just let it go, Jay. Come on, soak me."

After several more seconds, I felt his body move away from me as he adjusted his footing and took a deep breath. "Holy shit!" He moaned softly, almost unable to speak. 

"Shhhh." I said again, giggling. "Keep your voice down or someone's going to hear us."

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked down into my eyes, "I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold it any longer."

Then, before I could say anything, Jay sank to his knees in front of me. I saw him looking at the sticky globs and streams of hot cum beginning to run down over my mound and I immediately realized what he was going to do. Slowly, he bent his head forward and began to lick my skin all over. Looking down, all I could see was the top of his head, but I felt his tongue all over me. He was licking madly everywhere – moving wildly across my mound to the top of my legs and back again, all over, covering every piece of skin below the waistband of my pulled up skirt. But, that's not what I wanted – that's not what I needed. 

So, without a bashful bone in my body, I reached down to put my hands on the side of his head and steered his mouth to my needy cunt. "Lick me, Jay." I whispered, "I need to cum, too." I moaned.

To say that Jay had a talented tongue would be an understatement. Or, maybe it was just the fact that I was so close and dangerously on the edge of my own orgasm. But, whatever it was, when I felt his tongue sliding up and down my pussy lips, and then felt him nuzzle his face down onto my clit, I lost all contact with the here and now. I began to shake and wobble under his ministrations. An instant later, my own orgasm ripped through my body, thundering deep into the depths of my pussy, throbbing my unfulfilled cunt down to its very core. 

I remember thrusting my pelvis forward into his face and at the same time shoving his head deeper between my legs. And all the while, Jay's licking and sucking never stopped. Fortunately, he wrapped his arms around my waist to hold me still, because if he hadn't done that, I know I would have fallen to the floor with such force, everyone in the vicinity of the changing rooms would have been pounding on our door, wanting to know if I was okay.

As my climax subsided, my clit became too sensitive and I had to push Jay away from my pussy. When he looked up at me, I could see his face was covered with the mixture of our juices – the traces of his cum and my cunt juice was clearly evident all over his cheeks and mouth, and I gasped in awe at the erotic sight before me.

I quickly stepped back, pulled my panties up and smoothed my skirt down and then turned to pick up my purse. Fishing out a couple of tissues, I handed them to Jay as he stood and wiped his face. I'm not sure what it was that struck me as funny, but as he wiped the remnants of our orgasms from his face, I broke out in a beaming smile and began to giggle. 

Leaning towards him, I whispered, "I told you I'd make you clean me up."

Smiling back, he answered, "And I told you I'd probably enjoy it."

We hurried to get ourselves dressed and presentable. I opened the changing room door, and we casually walked out, leaving the bras and panties I was going to try on lying in a heap on the bench in the changing room. Slowly, as if we'd just been browsing through the store, we wandered to the door and then casually left the store and disappeared into the crowd of shoppers in the mall.

So, what I thought was going to be hours and hours of torture for Jay ended up being fifteen minutes in the changing room - at the most. We never even got to the point where I was trying on lingerie. Somehow, once I made up my mind to do it, my exhibitionistic side took over, and the next thing I knew I was pulling my panties down, and my skirt up, begging this man to look at my pussy. My cunt.

Without saying much, Jay steered us back to the food court and sat me down at a table. "I'll be right back." He said, and true to his word, he was back in just a few minutes with two cups of coffee. As he sat down across from me, we both broke into laughter over what we'd just done. It was at this point that I knew this wouldn't be the last time I saw him. I knew he'd unleashed something in me – enabled me to explore my nasty, secret desires in some way. This new excitement – this new feeling of being exposed and seen – I knew I had to have more of it. And I think he could see it in my eyes. too. 

So, that's how all this started. And, as I took the last few steps up to Jay's front door to begin my unknown ordeal, I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock, not knowing what was going to happen to me, but, confident in the fact that I was safe with Jay. I knew that today I'd experience something so totally new – so totally outside my comprehension and so totally exciting, it could change my life.

To be continued.



Please, Mr. R. Ch. 02



I was surprised he opened the door so fast after I knocked. He was smiling kindly - not a lecherous smile – not the smile of a man who’d seen me stand in front of him shamelessly with my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down. Not the smile of a man who’d seen me play with my pussy and give him a hand job in a dressing room. And surely, not the smile of a man that licked his spent cum up from my belly - but the warm smile of a good and trusted friend.

“Come in, come in!” He said. Opening the door wide and reaching for my overnight bag at the same time.

I thought for a moment I might turn in fear and run back to my car, but his inviting smile and the fact that he seemed so at ease – so normal – made it easy to take the next few steps through his front door into his entry way. I shuttered as the door closed behind me, partly because of the unknown that awaited me, and partly due to the wetness that was so evident to me in my panties.  

“Any trouble getting here?” He asked. “Come on,” he said, urging me into his living room, and setting my small overnight bag next to the stairs, “let me show you around.”

Jay reached out to me, took my hand in his and gave me a tour of his nice home. We went into each room and he talked casually about the house and some of the furnishings. He took me into his den, or his office as he called it, and it was filled with books and pictures and trophies. Across the hall there was a big, formal bathroom with a double sink, shower, tiled floor and lots of mirrors. We stopped there briefly so I could peek in. 

What caught my eye in the bathroom was the large stack of immaculately folded fluffy towels and washcloths sitting on top of the vanity. They looked curiously out of place, and I wondered why someone would need this many towels and washcloths. Before my mind could go any further, Jay lightly tugged on my hand and talked casually as we walked back toward the front of the house. 

We turned a corner and there were some stairs leading down. “The basement?” I asked, as I began to take a step down. 

“Yes, sort of. Actually, it’s a play room.” Jay said, matter of factly, “But, I’d prefer we stay up here for now. That’s for later, Sally.”

I turned to look at Jay, and I detected something different in his eyes, something different and inconsistent from his gentle way – something secretive. I started to ask him what was down there, but he tugged on my hand again and led me back toward his living room simply saying, “Let’s talk upstairs.”

I knew from the way he said it there was something down there he didn’t want me to see. From the brief glimpse I got looking down past the plush carpeted stairs and thick wooden hand rail, the room looked large and well lighted – perhaps it was his ‘man cave’. But, before my brain could take it any further, he’d deftly reached down and picked up my overnight bag and then before I knew it, we were standing in the upstairs hallway, and he’d stopped. Jay reached out and took hold of my other hand so that he was holding both of them, slowly raised both together and lightly kissed them the way a knight would kiss the hand of his queen.

He nodded to a room at the end of the hall saying, “That’s the master bed room. You’ll see that later.” Then, gesturing to the closed door to the right of us he said, “This used to be my daughter’s room, Sally.” Then looking to his left he said, “and this used to be her bathroom. But, for now and until you leave, these two rooms will be yours. You won’t be disturbed by anyone in either of these rooms. You and I will be the only ones on this floor of the house.”

“Go ahead,” he said, leaning us toward his daughter’s bedroom door, “open it. Let’s go in and talk.”

Jay wasn’t giving me time to put any of this together. My mind was still thinking about the unusual stack of towels in the bathroom downstairs, and his secretive play room. My heart was beginning to thump and I felt the palms of my hands starting to sweat, and as he nodded at me to open the door next to us, I noticed a ‘look’ in eyes – the same look he had in the changing room that day when I stood in front of him and pushed my panties down to my knees.

Carefully, like it was a delicate piece of crystal, I reached out and turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Then, feeling his hand on my waist and a slight push urging me forward, I walked into the room. As he said, there was no mistaking this as a girl’s bedroom. The walls were bright pink and there was a satiny border running along the molding at the top of the walls. 

Jay gently laid my bag at the end of the large bed and sat next to it. “Here,” he said, patting the bed next to him, “sit down and let’s talk for a while.”

“Everything in here, and in the bathroom,” Jay began, “is completely at your disposal, Sally. Everything you need is up here, so there’s no need to go downstairs. When the time comes, I’ll come and get you and when we’re done, I’ll bring you right back to this room.”

“Jay,” I gracefully interrupted, “what’s going to happen to me tonight?” I asked.

“Let me get to that in a minute.” He answered. “But first, let’s cover a few other odds and ends, okay?”

I didn’t answer, and, he didn’t wait for me to agree. Instead, he smiled and took my hand in his and looked at me. “There’s no need to be frightened, Sally.” He said. “If you had any idea of the effort I went to in order to make this evening wonderful for you, I’m sure you’d be impressed. But, we’ll talk more about that in a while.”

“So, tell me,” Jay continued, “did you bring the things I asked you to bring in my email?”

“Uh huh.” I answered softly.

“And the things I asked you to do Wednesday, Thursday and today?” He added. “The waxing and the diet changes?” My mind immediately went back to his emails from the previous week. There were several things he wanted me to bring with me, but, wouldn’t tell me why, and there were things I was supposed to do on Wednesday and Thursday. 

First, I was supposed to have a complete bikini wax done on Wednesday. Actually, what he specifically asked for was what they call the “Sphinx”. I’d heard the term before, and I knew it was a type of hair removal waxing, but, I wasn’t really sure what he was talking about until I started calling around to make an appointment. I found that some salons don’t do the ‘Sphinx’ – the complete hair removal ‘down there’. This kind of hair removal is not just the bikini area and the labia, but, it also includes around the back, the buttocks, and between the butt cheeks. Yeah, everything. It’s a complete hair removal. They don’t leave one follicle of hair anywhere between your waist and the top of your legs. 

Now, I’ve have a bikini and a leg wax before, so I knew what to expect there. And, I’d heard some of the girls at work talk about a ‘complete’ wax job and even read about it in a magazine, but I never gave it much thought. And, I was doing fine with it until I stopped to think about the positions I was going to be in for them to remove all the little hairs that normally grow below the vagina and back up to the anus. Jay, in his instructions didn’t allow for any discussion or bartering here at all. His email said: “On Wednesday, I want you to have a complete bikini wax, Sally. Tell them you want a ‘Sphinx’. Make sure you do it on Wednesday – no earlier and no later.”

And so, I mustered up all my courage and made the appointment. When it was over, I felt like I’d been so exposed – so utterly open – that by the time the woman was done, I felt like she’d seen more of my private places than any doctor or lover had ever seen. 

Honestly, though, when I got home and looked at myself down there with a mirror, that’s when it turned sexual for me. I remember when I exposed myself to Jay in the changing room – and I recalled how I felt with the little growth I had then. Even though I was naked and exposed, I knew he couldn’t see between my legs clearly. The pubic hair I had gave me some protection, but now, everything was perfectly bare. My vagina was completely hairless, and all the way up the back, too. 

When I ran my hands over my skin, and down between my butt cheeks, I was amazed at the way my skin felt. It was absolutely devoid of any hair what so ever. It was perfectly smooth – no tiny red bumps from shaving, not even any peach fuzz on my butt cheeks and my skin was excitingly smooth. I thought about why Jay asked me to get the waxing, and obviously, it was because it would leave me completely exposed – completely bare and uncovered and I was wet beyond belief when I thought about how naked I really looked.

That thought alone tempted me to masturbate, but, Jay had been quite clear on that in several of his emails, telling me time after time I mustn’t touch myself, and so, I didn’t.

Then on Wednesday night, I was to begin a diet which he purposely laid out, beginning that night. Again, he didn’t tell me why – he just said I should do it. It wasn’t so much what I could or couldn’t drink, but more what he wanted me to eat. This, I did, too.

He told me to get to bed early on Thursday night, which I did, even though I couldn’t sleep right away. He told me to shave my legs before noon on Friday. I ate what he prescribed on Friday afternoon and again at about 3:00 PM.  

“Yes,” I answered, “I followed your emails to the letter, Jay.” 

“Good.” He replied. “I’m pleased, Sally.” Then, Jay pulled my hand gently, coaxing me to stand, and pulled me so I was facing him directly. 

“I just need to check things.” He said. “I’m sorry to have to do this,” Jay added apologetically, while he looked up at me with his gentle smile, “it’s not that I don’t trust you. I just need to make sure.” 

I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what he was talking about when he asked, “Can you lift your dress, please?”

I looked down into his eyes, questioning what I’d heard. “Please.” He said. “Just lift your dress for me. Hold it up above your waist. This will only take a second.”

“Okay.” I said to myself. “Here we go. It’s starting.” 

I reached down to the hem of my sundress and pulled it up. As I did so, I felt the rush of heat and blood to my cheeks and neck as I was filled with embarrassment to be lifting my dress in front of a man. 

“More, Sally.” Jay said softly.

Looking down, I could see why he asked. Even though I held the hem of my dress above my waist, the front of the dress was still covering me. So, I reached down with one hand, and then the other, to gather up all the material in my hands and held it up, knowing my panties were in full view.

“Just a little higher, Sally.” He said, smiling up at me patiently. “Almost there. I want all of your dress completely up over your waist. Front and back. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded my head and reached down again, gathering the entire expanse of material, front and back, in my arms and held it up. I knew it was what he wanted when his eyes drifted down to my panties and then leaned his head around to the look behind me. 

“Just stay still, now.” Jay said, and then added, “I apologize for having to do this.”

I watched as Jay’s hands reached out to my hips and ran his hands up and down, from my waist to the top of my legs. “You’re so beautiful, my dear.” Jay said softly. “Do you know that? You probably don’t know how cute you look right now, Sally. And, this is such a good way to see you, with you holding your dress up showing me your panties. But, you know what I need to do next, don’t you?”

Gawd, my head was swimming. My heart was thumping and I could feel my wetness growing down there. Yes, of course I knew! I was standing there with my dress pulled up, for heaven’s sake! This was so embarrassing. 

“Yes.” I said, barely managing to answer him.

“Okay.” Jay said, looking up at me. “Tell me. What do I need to do next?”

I had to clear my throat in order to answer him, but even after I did, it was still hard to say anything. “You need to make sure I got waxed.” I replied.

“That’s right.” He said. “Again, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but, it’s important for me to know how well you followed my instructions. And for me to know that, I’m going to have to lower your panties to your knees and have a look. You don’t mind do you, Sally?”

I couldn’t speak. My throat was so choked up, and I could feel the heat of my embarrassment behind my eyes now, and I knew I was flushing and blushing beet red. All I could do is nod my head, and when I did, he patted my butt cheek sweetly and gave me a reassuring look. 

Then, focusing his eyes on my panties, he put his fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked up at me. “You’re sure it’s okay for me to lower your panties, Sally? You can always back out. I’m going to have to touch you, you know. I’m going to have to feel you down there, and, uh, back there, too. Are you sure you want me to do that?”

I could barely stand this, the way he was drawing this out, the way he was expertly bringing me to a boil. Jay knew damn well what he was doing, and he was successful, too. I knew I was wet down there and I knew he’d see it and feel it. There was no way I could hide my excitement, either – once his fingers felt between my lips, he’d feel my wetness and instantly know I’d do anything for him.

“Yes.” I mumbled to Jay. “I want you to take my panties down and check me.”

“Very well, then.” Jay said, turning his attention back to the panties that covered my totally hairless crotch. Then, without looking up at me, he added, “Don’t look away, my dear. I want you to watch what I’m doing. I want you to remember this forever, and I want you to be proud of your courage.”

I felt the tug on my hips as his fingers started to pull my panties down my hips. I bent forward slightly so I could see over the dress material that was bunched up around my chest, and I watched him as he slowly lowered my panties, inch by agonizing inch.

He stopped just as a hint of the slit between my lips appeared, and Jay ran his fingers sideways across my mound. “Oh, Sally.” He gasped. “I never imagined you would feel this smooth or this good.”

He looked up at me and his eyes were like dancing lights as she smiled broadly. “Did you feel how perfect it is?” Jay asked.

“Uh huh.” I answered.

“Does it all feel like this?” He asked me.

“Uh huh,” I replied, “front and back.”

His gaze returned to my mound and he continued to look at me as he ran his fingers over my pussy.  Then, he surprised me by leaning in and rubbing his nose over my skin, and then using his cheek, he skimmed all the way across my pubic mound and back to the center.

“I can smell your arousal, my sweet.” Jay said, looking up at me. Then grinning, he continued, saying, “You’re going to have so much fun tonight, Sally. I promise you that. If you have the courage, and if you can trust me, this will be a night you’ll never forget as long as you live.” 

Shivers went up my spine as he spoke. I was already having fun; this was working so beautifully for me already – everything he was doing. As far as I was concerned, I’d be happy if he just finished pulling my panties down and bent me over the bed and took me….. fucked me hard and long…… that would be good enough for me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep standing there while he teased and tormented me. Gawd, I needed something in me. Anything! A finger, a tongue, a dildo – anything!

When he leaned back and reached out for my panties again, I bent my head down so I could watch him. Slowly, almost as if he was punishing me, Jay began to lower my panties again. The look that came over his face was beyond what words could describe. I could see the wonder and excitement spread over him as my hairless lips came into view, and as my panties went lower, finally exposing me fully to his view, his jaw fell open and he stared at me for the longest time.

“Simply beautiful.” He sighed. “In my wildest dreams, I would have never expected such perfection and such beauty, Sally.”

Jay continued to pull my panties down until they were loose, and as he held them around my knees he asked me to spread my feet. As I did, he looked up and explained to me how much more erotic it was to see me standing there with my panties pulled partway down, rather than having my panties pulled all the way off. 

“Do you feel it?” He asked. “Do you feel how exposed you are standing there like that?”

I wasn’t able to speak. My heart felt like it was up in my throat and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. I could feel the intense blushing radiating from my face as I clutched the material of my dress tightly against my chest, as if I was holding on to it for deal life. Yes. Hell yes, I could feel it.

The feeling was so intense, I had to close my eyes and I felt my head swoon from side to side. But, my eyes shot open when I felt his fingers gently graze up and down my labia, and as I bent down to watch him, he pushed one finger slowly between my lips and barely into my vagina. He held his finger there for a few seconds and then pulled it out and looked up at me. 

“You’re really wet down here, Sally.” He moaned. “I mean, you’re really, really wet.”

Then, as I watched, he scooted his butt to the edge of the bed and pulled me closer to him – to a point where I was between his knees – and I watched as he began to feel me fully. First with his fingers, then with the palm of his hand, he felt me all over. While he did it, he sighed to himself and looked up at me to make sure I was watching. I’m not sure how long he fondled me, and I didn’t care, I just wanted him to keep doing it because I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cuming. 

Then, without any warning, he pulled his hands away, slid his legs out to one side and stood up next to me. I turned to look at him as he stood, almost pleading with him to keep touching me. I was desperate for him to put his hands back, I was getting so close and I needed it so, so bad. I’m sure he could tell, too, and in the instant he read my face, I knew he understood.

Jay placed his hand on my shoulders and gently pushed me forward, saying, “Keep your feet where they are, Sally. Keep your legs straight, bend over at the waist and place your head down on the bed. I need to check your bottom now.”

I’m not sure exactly how I managed to do it, but, a few seconds later, I found myself bending over with my legs spread as wide as they’d go with my panties at my knees. I closed my eyes and gasped at the thought of him looking at me back there; inspecting me, making sure all the peach fuzz between my ass cheeks were gone. But, the feeling of embarrassment I had at that point was nothing compared to what I was going to experience next.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, Sally.” Jay said, as he lightly touched my naked waist and kneeled down behind me. “I know this is hard for you, but it’ll be over with soon.”

Then, feeling his hands on the cheeks of my bottom, I felt him pull my cheeks apart. I was filled with such an extreme amount of humiliation as he held me open and looked at me. What made it worse was that I knew exactly what he could see. Being bent over and opened up like that left nothing hidden on a female. I was completely exposed – completely hairless and solely from this vantage point, no one would ever guess I was a full grown woman. And, as I remained in place while he looked at me, I felt mortally shameful for what I was doing.

“You’re absolutely beautiful back here.” Jay said, as he adjusted his hands lower on my bottom and pulled me open again. “Oh, Gawd.” He moaned. “I can’t believe how pink and wet you are in there, Sally. This is much better than I expected.”

Jay looked at me for several minutes, running his fingers between my butt cheeks, feeling for errant hairs and stubble. When he was satisfied I was as bare and hairless as I could possibly be, I felt him lean in close and push his nose into me from behind. 




Please, Mr. R. Ch. 02



“Fuuucckkkk.” I groaned as his face took liberties in my most private place. I shuddered at the thought that I might not smell clean and fresh and how I might be revolting to him with his face this close, and my bottom this open. I was almost at the limit of what I could take when I felt his tongue on me. Between the stress of bending over, keeping my legs straight and letting him pull me open and see me from behind, my legs were starting to tremble. 

“Did you bring your camera with you?” Jay asked as I felt his tongue push through my vaginal opening.

“Oh, please!” I prayed silently to myself. “No pictures. Not that. Not now. Not like this.” 

I felt him release the cheeks of my bottom and stand up behind me. Then without asking, he leaned over to my overnight bag, unzipped it and fumbled through it until he found what he was looking for – my digital camera.

Resting his hand on my naked hip, he patted me soothingly, saying, “You don’t have to worry, Sally. There will only be one camera here tonight and it will be yours. I’ll keep it with me the whole night and take some pictures for you. They’ll be your souvenirs of your fantasy and no one will ever see these pictures but you, not even me. I give you my solemn word.”

With that, Jay bent down behind me and I heard the familiar ‘beep’ of the camera turning on. “Bear with me, Sally.” He said. “I simply have to take a picture of you like this. I want you to be able to see what I’m looking at back here. The perfection of your nakedness and the way your cunt is opening up your sex to me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

So, I stood there while he took several pictures – extreme close ups between my legs – prying one of my cheeks apart so he could get pictures of my sloppy, wet cunt. I felt powerless to move, utterly shameful and humiliated, but I stood there – getting more and more excited with every picture he took. And, when he set the camera down on the bed and stood up next to me, I felt both relieved and sad this part seemed to be over.

Gently, I felt his hands caressing my shoulders. “Okay,” he said softly, “all done.” 

Jay helped me stand up, and as he did, I felt a little dizzy and almost toppled over. He was quick to wrap his arms around me and pull me safely toward his chest, but in doing that, I had to shuffle my feet, and as I did, I felt my panties fall around my ankles. Jay lovingly patted my back and pulled away from me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He said, looking into my eyes with his warm smile. His eyes were gently bending along with his smile and it wasn’t hard for me to smile back and shake my head ‘No’.

“Good, Girl.” He said, as his smile widened. “You’re very brave, Sally…… you’re doing well so far. I’m proud of you.”

Jay bent down in front of me without saying anything and reached out for the panties that were pooled around my feet. I bent over to see what he was doing, and as he grasped the sides of my panties and straightened them out, I immediately noticed how wet the crotch was. They were slimy with my cuntal goo, and the dampness was very apparent to me as I looked down into my panties.  I knew he could see it, too, and instead of being embarrassed about my arousal, seeing the wetness in my panties solidified my resolve to give myself to him one hundred percent. 

Just then, he looked up at me – catching me looking down at him. I saw his eyes drift down my chest and then come to rest below my waist. He wasn’t trying to hide his stare at all – and I stood there swollen with pride as he looked at my vagina. I even hitched up my dress again, this time as far as I could, so he could see it better, and after a few seconds, he looked up at me with a longing I hadn’t seen in a man’s eyes for years.  

I was thankful he didn’t say anything about my pussy leakage, and as he raised my panties up my shins and past my knees, he peered up at me quickly and then pulled my panties back into place over my hips. Reaching up, he gently pulled the material of my dress from my clutching hands, and then carefully smoothed my dress back into place. 

He sat on the bed and reached for my hand. “Come on,” Jay said softly as he pulled on my hand, “have a seat and let’s talk some more.”

I sat down next to him and foolishly straightened my dress across my legs, probably out of sheer feminine habit. It seemed ridiculous once I thought about it, especially given the fact that he’d seen me naked two times now – well, naked below the waist, I mean. When I looked up at him, he had a patient smile on his face and seemed content to wait for me to finish fidgeting before he said anything more. I blushed a little as he looked at me, then he finally spoke.

“I want to talk a little bit about what’s going to happen tonight, but, I don’t want to say too much because it will be better for you if it’s a surprise.” He began.

I nodded my head and he continued, saying, “Sally, this evening has been planned with the intricacy of a covert military operation. Nothing has been left to chance, and each and every moment has been choreographed with pin point precision. I don’t want you to be distracted with anything except what you’re feeling, and being pleasured by what’s happening to you.”

“Next,” he said, as he took a breath, “tonight is all for you. Everything that’s going to happen is designed with you in mind. I will always be within arms reach of you and anytime you want me, all you have to do is raise your hand and I’ll immediately be there to see what you need. If at anytime you want something to stop, just say the word ‘Stop’ and it will. And for that matter, if at anytime you want everything to end and the night to be over, all you have to do is say ‘No More’. I promise you no one is going to make you do something you don’t want to do, so use those words as necessary, and remember, I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

I know his words were meant to put me at ease and make me feel safe, but they did little to ease my mind. I was starting to tremble with the fear something horrific was going to happen to me tonight. Jay saw the apprehension in my expression and he squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry, Sally.” He said. “I assure you this will be an evening you’ll remember fondly the rest of your life, and I’m sure you’ll thank me when it’s over. But, it’s important that you go into this evening willing to trust me and willing to do what you’re told. If you’re able to do that, you’ll get to experience something that will be a once in a lifetime event.” 

“You okay so far?” Jay asked.

I nodded my head up and down. “So far.” I said, almost whispering.

“That’s my girl.” Jay replied.

“Now,” he continued, “what we’re doing tonight is a role play. It will last about seventy minutes; maybe eighty at the absolute most. As I said, I don’t want to give too much away, but the jest of it is that I’m going to be playing the part of your teacher, Mr. R. You’re playing the part of my young, female student who’s been a very naughty girl, and you’ve agreed to be disciplined by me instead having your parents notified of your atrocious behavior.”

“Are you going to spank me, or something?” I urgently interrupted.

“Let me get to that in a minute.” Jay answered quickly. Then, he continued with his explanation, saying, “There will other people here, Sally. They each have a role to play and a script they will be following. They will do no more, and no less than what their script calls for. I’ve personally met, and checked out each and every one that will be here, and I’m completely satisfied with them.”

“Okay, now to your question.” He said after taking a breath. “This will all take place down in the play room. I’ve placed a paddle down there which could be used on your exquisite posterior under certain circumstances. For example, if you’re asked to do something, and you don’t hold your hand up, or you don’t say ‘Stop’ and you don’t do it, then the paddle will be used – by me only. So,” he added, as he looked me right in the eyes, “you have the power to keep yourself from being paddled. If you really don’t want to do something, raise your hand or simply say ‘Stop’. On the flip side, if you feel like you want to be paddled, all you have to do is disobey without raising your hand or saying ‘Stop’ and I’ll take that as a signal you wish to be paddled. I’ll leave those decisions strictly to you.”

“How many other people will be here?” I asked.

“If they all show up, it should be eleven people. Twelve counting me.” Jay answered, then added, “Sally, each of these people have a role to play, just like you and I do. Once we start, you will address me respectfully as Mister R, or Mister Richardson. You will treat everyone here with respect, too, and you will address everyone else as Sir or Maam. I promise you have nothing to fear from anyone - no one is going to hurt you, and you’ll be perfectly safe. Just remember the rules and you’ll experience something tonight you’ll treasure forever. Like I said,” he chuckled, “when this is over, you’ll thank me.”

Jay sat there for a minute watching me while everything sunk in. “These people,” I said, “these eleven people that are coming, what are they going to be doing? Can you tell me that?” I asked.

“I don’t want to answer that directly.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “It would give too much of it away, but, they’ll all have contact with you, Sally. What I mean is,” he added after thinking for a second, “they’ll all have sexual contact with you in one way or another.”

Well, finally, there it was. 

I don’t know if I was happy to hear that, or sad. While he was telling me all of this, I was frantically trying to put it together in my head….. trying to figure out what he was planning, what was going to happen to me tonight. My mind recalled the stack of towels in the huge bathroom downstairs, and now I could guess why they were there – for his guests to take showers.

“Jay,” I asked, meekly, “are you saying these eleven people going to have sex with me?”

“You’re going to have some kind of sexual interaction with all the guests, Sally, even the women.” He answered. “But, it’s very well orchestrated, and, if you can be brave enough to trust me, I promise you’ll have the time of your life.”

“There’s going to be other women here?” I asked, as an agonizing feeling swept through my stomach. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if it was all men, but, having other women here while this happens - I’m not sure I was okay with that. What would they think of me?

“Yes.” He said. “Don’t get yourself worked up about it, Sally. They have a specific role to play, just like everyone else.”

“Can I make a request?” I asked.

“Absolutely!” Jay exclaimed. 

“I don’t want to kiss anyone.” I replied. “I don’t want anyone to kiss me, either. Okay?”

“Not even me?” Jay asked, laughing.

“I mean except you,” I said quickly, smiling at him. “I don’t want anyone else to kiss me, though.”

“No problem.” Jay said, giggling to me. “That’s already in the rules. No one is going to try to kiss you. I promise.”

“But you can.” I answered. “I won’t mind that at all, Jay.”

He squeezed my hand and laughed. “Thank you,” he said grinning at me, “I’ll try to remember that.”

“Just a few more things.” Jay said, glancing down at his watch. “When it’s over, I’ll bring you back to this room, and I’ll stay with you and everyone else will leave. I’ll draw a bath for you in the large bath tub in my bathroom, and I’ll let you relax and soak while I make you the most fabulous dinner you’ve ever seen. I’ll come back and wash you up, dry you off and we’ll enjoy a nice dinner together. How’s all that sound to you?”

The sun was almost gone – just a thin slice of it remained in the late afternoon. And as I stared through the window at the deepening shadows, I looked up at him and asked, “When does all this start?”

“My guests should start to arrive in about an hour, Sally.” He answered. “Hopefully, we’ll get started no later than 7:45 and be done by nine o’clock.”

“So,” I asked timidly, looking down at my feet and feeling my palms get moist, “Is there any, uh, you know….. anal sex involved?”

I raised my eyes and looked over at Jay. He nodded his head. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” He replied softly as he rubbed my hand lovingly. “It will come at the very end of the evening, and it will be me.”

I felt relieved to hear that. If anyone was going to take my ass, I’d want it to be him. I know he’d be gentle with me, and it seemed fitting that the teacher would have the final ‘say’, if you will. 

“Alright.” I said. “But Jay…… uh….. will you, uh…..”

“Sally,” he said, lifting my hand and kissing it again like he did out in the hallway, “I’ll be incredibly gentle, and you’ll be specially prepared before I do it.” Then, leaning over to kiss my cheek, he smiled and tapped my nose with his finger, saying, “Just trust me and everything will be fine.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” I said to Jay. “I know you’ll be gentle, and I trust you immensely. But, that’s not what I was asking.”

He looked at me for a moment and I took a breath and swallowed before I spoke. “Will we….. I mean, you and me….. will we have regular sex tonight?”

“Yes, my sweet.” He said, with an understanding smile. “I have something special planned just for us after everyone leaves.”

I took a moment to take it all in. I knew what ever happened tonight was going to be different, and that Jay was going to make it memorable and special for me. I felt so safe with him, so cared for, and, so loved. Someone just doesn’t do things like this – go to all the trouble and the expense of something like this unless they are a special kind of person. And Jay was, I knew it. I felt my heart begin to beat inside my chest knowing we were going to have sex together – Jay and I, and that was something I was praying for since the day we went shopping for panties and I felt his rigid cock in my hand. 

Ever since that day, I’ve had an irresistible urge feel his hard cock inside me. I’d thought of nothing but him and I was gratified to hear he was going to have me. I wanted to make it good for him, too – so good….. the best he ever had, and give him a night to remember, too. And as I sat there reflecting on everything he’d said about what was happening to me tonight, I promised myself I wouldn’t leave this house until I knew his balls were drained, and emptied out inside my body.  

“So,” he said, “are you still game?” Then he added, “If you’re hesitant to go through with this, it’s better to back out now – before everyone gets here.”

I know Jay was being polite and considerate by asking me if I wanted to go through with it. But, did he really think I was going to change my mind now? Over the last several weeks, Jay and I had become so intimate and so close – we’d shared everything. I knew every one of his turn-ons, and he knew mine, as sick and twisted as they were – Jay knew my fantasies. So, did he really think I was going to back out of a chance to let him grant those fantasies and realize my deepest desires? 

A hundred wild horses couldn’t pull me out of there. And even though he didn’t really tell me enough for me to know what was going to happen, the things he did tell me touched me in a way that made me have to stay - especially after hearing he had something special planned just for the two of us, and that was so important to me.

“I’m yours, Sir.” I said, proudly - looking up at him and smiling. Then in my best little girl voice I said, “I know I’ve been bad, Mr. Richardson, please don’t tell my parents. You can do whatever you want to me, but, please don’t tell my parents.”

He laughed at what I said, and then all of a sudden, he got this somber look on his face. After a few seconds, he looked at me and started to say something – and then he stopped. Finally after he got his words together, he squinted his eyes and began to speak. 

“You know why I asked you to get the wax job, don’t you?” He asked, almost whispering to me. “Instead of just shaving yourself, I mean?”

It was a question we both knew the answer to. I’d already told him all about my nasty, school girl fantasies, including the part I was incredibly ashamed of. And, once I heard that I’d be pretending to be a school girl tonight, I instantly understood why he told me to get a complete wax job. It made sense – it matched my fantasy to a tee.

We looked at each other for a second, and in that time I realized Jay really had thought about every facet of the role play, even down to the appearance of my pussy. 

My face blushed and I nodded my head. “Yeah, I know.” I answered. 

Jay had a sly grin on his face as he leaned over to hug me. “Sally,” he said, “You know, if I were just….. uh… thirty years younger…..”

We both laughed and he reached around behind him to look through my overnight bag again. Seeing my panties in the plastic bag – the ones he told me to bring to him after my masturbation session the other night, he picked them up and opened the bag. Then, holding them up to his nose, he inhaled deeply. “Ah…..” he sighed. “These are for me….. my private souvenir…… along with the ones you have on now, Sally. I want something intimate of yours to keep; something to remind me of you.”

I blushed thinking about Jay jerking his cock and sniffing my panties, Perhaps even sucking my cunt juice from the crotch as he stroked his cock, thinking about me. Oh, how I wanted him to desire me…. to desire my cunt….. to want me in a way he’s never wanted another woman.  

“Well, okay then.” Jay said sharply as he stood up. “We have to get on the ball if we’re going to stay on our schedule.” Then he paused for a minute and added, “I’m sad to say we have one more piece of difficult business to attend to, my dear.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s for your own comfort, Sally.” He replied. “I promise it is. And, it’s probably going to be a little uncomfortable for you. I’ll do everything I can to make it bearable, though.”

He made his way to the chest of drawers across from us. When he got there, he turned to me and said, “If you followed the diet instructions I gave you, this should be quick and simple. And again, you might not think so now, but later you’ll be happy you did this.”

I watched as he reached into the drawer and pulled out two thick towels and a small, green and white box. My eyes opened wide as I read the large words on the box: ‘Cleansing Enema’.  I’m sure he could see the anxieties in my face when I realized what he was about to propose, and before I could say anything, he spoke.

“Sally, hear me out on this.” Jay said, firmly. “You’re going to be in front of people in an hour and I guarantee there’s going to be fingers pushed up your bottom. Plus, you’re going to have anal sex. I won’t force you to take the enema, but, I’m betting you’d rather be emptied out and clean back there before all this starts.” He added. “Think about the alternative for a minute, would you?”

“You can always decide against it,” he added, “but, it would be unbearably humiliating to find any ‘surprises’ in there when you’re being fingered and when I enter you back there.”

As he spoke, I got this vision of someone putting their finger in me and pulling it out in horror. I knew he was right. I knew we had to do it. It was hard to accept, though. And yes, it would be better to take care of that now, rather than risk this kind of humiliation later in front of people.

I nodded my head, accepting my fate and snickering to him in a sarcastic way. “Okay.” I answered.

He laughed at my funny face and told me it would only take a few minutes. “It won’t be so bad.” He said. “We can do it right here on the bed - it’s quick and easy, and I’ll let you have your privacy in the bathroom, Sally. Just go ahead and slip all your clothes off for me.”

To be continued



Please, Mr. R. Ch. 03



Before I arrived at Jay's house to live out my ultimate fantasy, there was no way I could have foreseen the need for an enema. But, once Jay told me fingers were going to be pushing into my bottom and I'd be having anal sex, I reluctantly agreed. The cleansing enema was, after all, better than the alternative of having an extremely humiliating experience in front of his guests and I'd surely be more comfortable having anal sex if I was completely emptied out and clean back there.

But, thankfully, Jay's instructions from several days ago included some diet changes, which I didn't understand the need for at that time, but were now quite appreciated. His email was clear, saying I should follow the diet on all of Wednesday and Thursday, and then again on Friday morning. There were numerous things listed in the diet I could take my pick from, and at the time, I didn't realize they were all foods which could be digested easily and go straight through my system quickly.

So, as Jay spread out the thick, fluffy towel on top of the bed, I began to get undressed like he told me to. He turned to watch me take my clothes off as I started to unbutton the sun dress. He'd seen me twice with out clothes from the waist down, but this would be the first time to see me completely naked. And as I continued down the front of my dress unbuttoning the buttons, my hands began to shake and a feeling of distress overtook me. I didn't relish the thought of him seeing my bare chest. I'd told him before how embarrassed I was about my tiny boobs, and I had to use all my courage to keep unbuttoning my dress knowing he was about to see them for himself. 

"Look at me while you undress yourself." Jay said softly. "Perhaps it's time you experience the full impact of voluntarily undressing yourself while someone watches you. And, while you do it, I want you to say to yourself over and over again, 'I want him to see me completely naked'".

Jay knew just how to get to me. He obviously knew I'd undress for him. And he probably knew there was a part of me that would emotionally resist - that modest and good girl part of me – the part that knew it wasn't right for a nice girl to undress and expose herself in front of a man. He must have read my emails over and over again until he realized how easily I could be transformed into a full blown exhibitionist and how exposing my naked body would lead me to a point where I'd have to shamelessly admit to myself how much I enjoyed it.

When my dress was unbuttoned all the way down, I held it together and tried to ignore the dreadful heat and blush that swarmed over my neck and chest. This was going to be agonizing – so unbearable and so embarrassing. My eyes almost teared with the knowledge he would see my tiny chest when I opened my dress. He told me not to wear a bra so I had nothing on underneath my dress except my panties – and I knew his attention would immediately be drawn to my barely A-cup breasts. 

Somewhere, I found the guts, and after cursing Mother Nature for not endowing me with a better set of boobs, I looked Jay straight in the eyes and shrugged the lightweight sundress off my shoulders and laid it on the bed beside me. My hands instinctively rose up to cover my boobs, and even though I never looked away from his eyes, I felt incredibly exposed – much more than when he saw my pussy.

"Hands to your side and stand still for a moment, Sally." He said softly as he took a step toward me. "I want to look at your breasts."

I'm not sure how long I stood there while he looked at me, but, it was probably the most unbearable few minutes of my life. A full grown woman should have more on her chest than little ping pong ball size brestlings. With clothes on, I can hide them. With a padded bra, they can even appear to be a B-cup. But, there was no way to hide them now, and as I stood there allowing him to look, I began to understand what he meant about feeling the full impact of removing my clothes in front of someone.  

"Baring your breasts is difficult for you, isn't it?" Jay asked. 

I nodded my head, and gave him a pleading look hoping he'd have some mercy on me and not say anything about my breast size.

"Showing off your panties and even your hairless pussy was a piece of cake compared to this, I bet." He said, taking another few steps closer and bending down to where his face was just a few inches from my hardening nipples. 

"It's a shame you feel that way." Jay said, lifting his head to look up into my eyes. "They're beautiful, my dear. They look quite suckable."

"Now the panties." Jay said after another few seconds. "Just lower them to your knees at first, please."

I took a deep breath and pushed my panties to my knees and looked up at him. I could see his eyes moving up and down my body – between my juvenile looking hairless pussy and the small bumps on my chest. It was excruciatingly agonizing to stand there while he looked at me, and each second seemed like a minute and the more he looked, the more self conscious I felt. He finally reached out with both his hands and touched my pink nipples very lightly with just the very tip of his fingers.

"I want you to remember how you feel right now, Sally." He said. "Standing there with your panties pulled down, and I want you to remember this – the way you feel at this exact instant."

Then he continued, saying, "It's not like I walked in on you and accidentally caught you naked, you know. You're standing there with your panties pulled down for the sole reason of letting me see your sex. You're inviting me to see you. You're begging me to look at you when you stand there and pull your panties half way down like that, Sally."

"Being an exhibitionist can be arousing and sexually exciting," Jay added, "and, you'd normally have to be very careful about who you expose yourself to, but tonight is different. Tonight, you will give and receive pleasure by being naked and exposed. So, learn from it; learn what turns you on and how far you're willing to go. Use tonight as a way to explore your limits. Accept the fact that you're going to be totally exposed and put on display, and remember the feelings you experience tonight. Remember the feelings you get exposing your body and submitting to the wishes of others."

With that, he reached down and ran his fingers up and down between my pussy lips two or three times and then raised his fingers in front of my face. "See," he said, "if you got any wetter, you'd be dripping your girl juice on my carpet. So, you need to come to grips with yourself – with what you're doing right now, and you need to remember this feeling so you'll know what to do in the future to feel this way again."

Then, Jay touched his wet digits to my lips and traced his finger around my mouth. "You're not a stranger to your own taste, are you?" Jay asked. "Tell me you've sucked your cunt juice from your fingers before, Sally. I want to hear you say it."

"Please no!" I moaned to myself. But as I squirmed in front of him, he gently pushed his fingers into my mouth and said, "Suck."

The things he was making me do..... the way he inspected my wax job earlier, and my ass..... and making me undress in front of him and lower my panties...... and now, making me suck my pussy juice from his fingers, it was beginning to be too much. Not too much for me to endure, mind you, too much for me to stand without getting some relief. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I needed desperately to cum. I would have given anything for an orgasm right then – anything.

"Say it, Sally." He repeated, pulling his fingers from my mouth. "Just tell me you suck your fingers after they've been in your pussy, then we can get on with it. Don't be ashamed to admit it. Be brave and tell me you eat your own pussy juice."

"I...... uh...." I stammered. "I have, Jay." I mumbled. "I've tasted myself and licked my fingers after they've been in my pussy."

"Good girl, Sally." He said, praising me. "Now, take your panties off and hand them to me."

I bent down and took my panties the rest of the way off and handed them to him. Now completely naked, I stood next to Jay and watched as he turned my panties inside out and examined the crotch panel closely. 

"Can you see how wet it is right here?" Jay asked, holding the crotch of my panties out so I could see. There was a large wet spot, matted with the thick leakage from my vagina. I'm not talking about normal wetness, the kind I see everyday after I've worn a pair of panties. This was a sticky, shiny pool of cunt juice. 

"This is proof positive that you're a true exhibitionist, Sally." Jay said, looking up at me. "It tells me without any doubt you get sexual pleasure from showing yourself off and being naked in front of me." Jay paused for a moment and then continued, saying, "Tonight, we're going to test you. We're going to find out just how much you like to be exposed, and to what degree you like to show off and have people look at you. Tonight, you'll be exposed in ways I bet you've never dreamed of, Sally. Tonight you're going to be the center of attention and the star of the show. If you're smart," he added, "you'll take advantage of it and enjoy it to the fullest because I guarantee you'll never have another chance like this again in your life."

His words were ominous, and as I was thinking about what he just said, he lifted my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I love the smell of your cunt." He said, pulling my panties away from his face and then pressing the wet material directly up against his nostrils. "Those aren't words we hear in every day conversation, are they?" Jay smiled and sniffed my panties again and then put them in his pocket. "I'll compare these to the panties you'll be wearing later and we'll see which ones I like the best."

Then, suddenly, the look on Jay's face changed and he began to look at me differently. "Am I being too rough on you?" Jay asked. "I didn't push you too far, did I?"

Jay explained he had to give me a little taste of what was coming tonight, warning me – and saying by the time the night was over, I will have no shame and no modesty left. "I wanted to give you an example of what you might experience tonight, I was just......"

"Its okay, Jay." I said, interrupting him. "I get it. You're just trying to prepare me for what's going to happen later."

It was my turn to smile now, and I did. I giggled as I put my arms around him and pulled my naked body against his solid frame. "Don't worry about me, Jay." I added. "But if there's anymore of that kind of talk soon, you better be ready to make me cum. That's all I can say."

Now that Jay was satisfied I was really prepared to go through with my fantasy, he led me the two or three steps to the bed and asked me lie down. Directing me to lie on my side for the enema, he pulled one knee up toward my chest and carefully covered most of my naked body with the other fluffy towel he had. I was thankful for his graciousness – he could have left me naked, but I knew Jay was being kind to me, not just looking for a cheap thrill or a chance to look at my fully naked body while I took the enema. He was being considerate, and, his gesture of covering my nakedness while I was in a vulnerable position didn't surprise me at all. 

Jay's bedside manner during the administration of my enema was nothing short of gentlemanly. He sat on the side of the bed, and as he unwrapped the plastic bottle containing the enema solution, he asked me if I was comfortable. I lifted my head to see what he was doing, but he told me to relax. A few seconds later, he lifted the edge of the towel covering me just a bit, and gently held my butt cheeks apart. Then, leaning over me so he could see clearly, he carefully inserted the lubricated nozzle into my butt and squeezed the solution into me. Ten seconds later, he slowly pulled the nozzle out of my bottom, and covered me back up with the fluffy towel.

From start to finish, administering the enema took less than a minute and as I lay there feeling the cool solution begin to work, I was relieved and thankful for the kindness he showed to me during what could have been a very humiliating experience.

Jay sat right next to me while the cleaning solution did its job. He put his hand on my arm and rubbed me softly, telling me it would only take a few minutes to work. "It might come on you all of a sudden." He explained. "But, don't worry. As soon as you feel the urge, I'll take you into the bathroom and leave you alone for a while. It won't be bad." 

I can't ever remember having an enema before, so I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about when he referred to 'the urge'. And as I lay there on the bed with him caressing my arm and telling me to relax, I began to feel something..... and it got more intense as the seconds passed. Finally, I realized this was the 'urge' he was talking about and I lifted my head and tried to stretch my legs out to get more comfortable. 

"That's probably enough." Jay said, smiling down at me. "Come on, let's get you into the bathroom."

As soon as I moved, Jay reached down to wrap the towel around me, covering my naked body as I stood up. Then, holding the towel together in the back for me as we walked, he brought me into the bathroom. "Just yell for me when you're done." He said, as he turned to leave. 

I reached out for his arm before he could step away and pulled him back. "Good thing you're already spoken for, Jay." I said. "That's probably the only thing keeping me from falling in love with you."

His lips formed a tiny grin as I looked up into his eyes, looking for a reaction to what I said. And then – there it was. A little glisten in both his eyes, and it was enough for me to know he'd heard me. At that moment, my heart was beating fast and hard, and I wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me fully on the lips...... the way lovers kiss, but, he didn't. 

"I'm going to fill the tub in the other bathroom. Just call me when you're done." Jay said with a cracking voice. Then leaning down, he kissed my cheek and left me alone, closing the door behind him.

When I was done, I washed my hands and wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom. I heard the water running in his master bathroom, and as I carefully peeked around the door frame to look in, I saw him sitting on the edge of the huge bathtub with his back to me as the water filled the enormous tub. He was sitting in an unusual position – and as I wrenched my head further through the door way to get a better look, I saw him turn his head to the side and wipe his hands across his eyes. 

After another second, I could see the side of his face was wet and I realized he was crying. The next few seconds for me were frantic – I didn't know if I should go in there and find out why he was crying, or leave him alone. I couldn't stay where I was and do nothing, so without another thought, I tip toed back to the other bathroom and wondered what to do.

I gave him two or three minutes to hopefully compose himself and then I yelled out into the hallway, "I'm done!"  

A minute later, I heard the water turn off in the master bathroom and then Jay's footsteps in the hall. "Ready for a nice bath?" He asked.

Turning toward him and looking closely up into his eyes for traces of tears, I nodded my head and held out my hand. "Only if you wash me up!" I said with a smile on my face. 

"I think we can arrange that." He said, smiling back to me. Then, taking my hand, he led me back through the hallway, through his bedroom to the master bath and I stood next to the monstrous tub and smiled. It was full to the top with bubbles and there was a fragrance in the air of jasmine. A bottle of bath oil was on the side of the tub and as I held the towel around me and turned to look at him, he smiled back at me.

"I felt a little pampering would be in order after what I've put you through up to now." His kind eyes twinkled at me as he smiled, and then reaching out for the edge of the towel, he closed his eyes, smiled playfully and said, "Go ahead and get in. I promise I won't look."

He'd already seen me naked and I didn't understand why he suddenly was so concerned about my modesty, but, I played along. Silently, I loosened the towel and let him open it wide. Then, as quickly as I could, I stepped into the tub, sunk down into the bubbles and rested back against the sloped end and stretched my legs out.

"You didn't peek, did you?" I said, giggling.

Jay opened his eyes and sat down on the edge of the tub and looked at me. "Not at all, Miss." Jay replied. Then, he sat there for a second and we just looked at each other. His eyes started to get teary and when I saw it, I leaned up and reached for his hand. 

"Jay? What is it?" I asked.

He wiped his eyes and smiled down at me. "I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about me being already taken and, you know, about missed opportunities, that's all."

I understood what he meant – he didn't need to explain it any further. Although there were many years between us, neither one of us could deny there was something there, something mysterious and something exciting between us. He was worldly, and strong and smart, and I was just a lonely young woman, infatuated with this wonderful man. We both knew we were an unlikely pair. But still, I couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have him for my own. 

"Lie back." He said, as he got down on his knees next to the tub and reached for a soft bath sponge. Then reaching out for my hand and cradling it in his, be began to lightly run the sponge up and down my arm, washing me lightly, caressing my skin and causing me to sigh and close my eyes as I enjoyed being spoiled. 

He washed my hands and arms, and my legs one by one. I was afraid to get my hair wet, but, he told me he'd dry it and do it up for me, so as he continued with his task, I just relaxed, let my hair down into the water and beamed. I knew I'd never again be treated with this much care and this much affection, so I just enjoyed it because that's what he wanted. 

When it came time for him to wash my back, I sat up straight in the tub with the bubbles clinging to my small breasts and let him run the sponge over me. It felt so nice being pampered this way, and when he was done with my back, I turned toward him so he could do my chest. I never once felt him touch me with his bare hands, and even as he cleaned my bubble covered breasts, I didn't feel as much as a finger touch my skin.

Finally, there was nothing left for him to wash except my butt and my puss, so without him even asking, I got up on my knees and bent over the far side of the tub so my butt was facing him. Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled at Jay and wiggled my ass. "Well, go ahead." I said. "You want me to be clean everywhere, don't you?"

Jay reached up with the sponge and pressed it against my cheeks and started to wash me. Thinking quickly, though, I reached back and yanked the bath sponge from his hand, saying, "I think you better use your hands for the rest. That sponge isn't going to get into all the places that need to be washed, Jay."

I wasn't able to tell if he was surprised, or happy, but I didn't care, and apparently he didn't either because a few seconds later, I felt both his hands on my butt as he began to wash me. Little by little, his hands found their way between my butt cheeks and it wasn't long before I felt his fingertip lightly pressing into my bottom. I spread my knees and pushed back a little so he'd know I wanted him to put his finger in me, and he got the message. The water was still soapy and in combination with the bath oil, Jay's finger slid into me easily. 

I moaned when I felt his finger enter me back there. "That's nice." I said in a sigh. A split second later, I felt his other hand sliding across my belly, on its way to my pussy, and then feeling its way between my lips and then finally into my cunt. I've always loved the feel of something in my ass and something in my pussy at the same time, and the feeling I got with Jay's fingers in both my places caused me to buck back against him as if I was going to fuck both his hands at the same time. 




Please, Mr. R. Ch. 03



"You like that?" Jay asked.

"Uh huh," I moaned out loud, "very much. Are you going to let me cum this time, or are you just teasing me again?" I asked.

"Just teasing you I'm afraid, Sally." He answered. "I want you to be frustrated and worked up when your fantasy begins. But, don't worry," Jay added, "you'll have so many orgasms tonight – it'll seem like one long cum."

He touched me for another few minutes, gently moving his finger in and out of my bottom and playing with my pussy at the same time. He had this way of just barely touching me around the opening of my vagina, and then running his fingers up my lips and massaging my clit for a few seconds. I didn't like the fact he was withholding my climax, but it felt so nice just to feel his expert touch, especially in the position I was in. I felt like I was his toy – giving him my butt and my pussy to touch and feel how ever he wanted.

"Your cunt is sopping wet, Sally. I'm happy about that." Jay said, quietly. "I can feel you getting juicy and your ass is opening up to accept my finger, too. Tonight," he continued, "it's important for you to remember to do what you're told. Just give yourself up and submit to everything. Allow your body to respond to what you're feeling and enjoy it. I want you to totally let go of your inhibitions tonight – I'll be right there to watch over you from start to finish, and I won't leave your side, not even for a second. Just do what you're told without thinking and I guarantee you'll have a good time."

Jay's finger was sliding in and out of my ass effortlessly now. It took a minute, or so, to adjust to the feeling and find the right muscles to relax, but, once I did, the combination of the pleasure and the knowledge he was finger fucking my ass made me very excited and made me feel incredibly nasty and scrumptiously submissive, too.

"Come on," Jay said as he slipped his finger out of my bottom, "we have to get you out and start getting you ready."

"Get me ready?" I asked, turning over and lying back into the warm water.

"Of course." He said, chuckling. "You're going to look irresistibly cute tonight."

I thought about that for a second until I heard him ask me to stand up. When I did, he looked me over and then handed me a towel. "Wrap that around your hair for me, would you?" He asked. "I'll do your hair in a few minutes."

He took his time drying me off, touching me everywhere and stroking my skin, and he seemed pleased. "Your skin feels so smooth and soft." Jay said, smiling a satisfied grin. "The bath oil really made your skin silky. You're going to feel so nice for my guests, Sally."

Once he was finished drying me, he handed me a fluffy robe and asked me to put it on, saying, "You're beautiful naked, Sally, but, I don't trust myself and we don't have time for any fooling around right now." So, I put the robe on, and then using the hair dryer he pointed out, I started drying my hair. "Where's your makeup, your hair brush and all that girl stuff I asked you to bring?" Jay asked.

It was all in my overnight bag, so excusing himself for a few moments to retrieve it, he set my bag on his bed and opened it. Returning to the bathroom with my brush, he told me to finish drying my hair and put some clear nail polish on my fingernails. Then, he told me he wanted my cheeks to be a little rosy, but not overdone - and to do my eyes. "Nothing heavy, Sally." He warned. "I just want your eyes and your cheeks to have some color. Make it look fresh and natural."

Jay said he had a couple of things to do downstairs and he'd be back in a few minutes. "I'll finish your hair when I come back up. I don't want you to leave my bedroom, though. If any of the guests come early, I don't want you to see them, or them to see you. Okay?"

I nodded and gave him a smile as he left, and I went to work drying my hair. As I did, I thought about everything Jay had told me about tonight. I still didn't know exactly what he had planned, but it was obvious I was being prepared for something. People would be seeing me and touching me, and, ugh, fingering my butt. Besides that, all I knew was that I was probably going to be the center of attention for a while and that was exciting. I kept hearing his words telling me to submit – to allow everything – to do what I was told, and as I did my hair and thought about it all, I started getting anxious, apprehensive and very turned on.

When I was done with my hair, I started on my makeup. I used a bit of light blue eyeliner that matched my eyes, and did my lashes and put some blush on my cheeks. Looking into the mirror to check what I'd done, I heard the doorbell. All at once, my stomach tightened and I wondered if his guests were already starting to arrive. It was inevitable, though, and I knew it. Soon, I'd find out exactly what was happening tonight. I felt my pussy getting wet again. "No." I corrected myself quickly. He'd want me to say, "My cunt is getting wet again." 

I blushed saying that word. And even though I'd learned to say it, and write it in my emails, it was still hard for me. It had an unconditional sexual connotation - it wasn't like saying 'vagina' or even 'pussy'. When you said the word 'Cunt', everyone knew and could visualize exactly what you meant. I learned this from Jay through our emails, along with the right times to say 'pussy' or 'cunt'. And one thing I was sure of - tonight was going to be a 'cunt' night.

I could just barely make out the sound of muffled voices downstairs, including at least one female voice. Again, the knowledge that a female, or maybe more than one female, would be present tonight gave me a troubled feeling. I think men expected women to be sexual objects, and for the most part, I was okay knowing I was going to be the center of attention for men, but having women here, too, was pushing my buttons. I wished he hadn't told me there was going to be women here; I knew I was going to feel self-conscious knowing they were watching me, and probably judging me and condemning me while my fantasy unfolded.

Just as I was lamenting my fate with the women, I heard the door open and Jay came in the bedroom. He stopped at the door way of the bathroom with a glass of wine and looked at me. "They're starting to arrive." He said somberly. "I asked someone to let the rest in and show them down to the play room. Here," Jay said, handing me the glass of wine, "drink this all the way down. It's just white wine. It might help take the edge off if you're starting to get nervous."

I looked up at him with a concerned look, but, he softly nodded his head and said "Go ahead. It'll loosen you up a little bit and help you get by the first few minutes."

He nodded to me again as I slowly lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. "All the way down, Sally."

I did as he asked. I didn't gulp it, but I drank it down. It wasn't a large glass, and it only took me a few seconds. Once I was done, he said, "Good girl. Now it's time to get you ready."

Jay looked over my makeup and smiled. He was pleased, and he told me so. Then, turning me around to face the mirror, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two children's elastic pony tail holders - with red and pink plastic hearts on the ends, and laid them down on the counter in front of us. Picking up the hair brush, he stood behind me and began to brush my hair. "I'm an expert at putting pony tails in," he began, "I used to do it everyday for my daughter. You're going to look so cute when I'm done with you."

As I watched him fix my hair in the mirror, he asked me if I had any questions. "I don't know enough to ask questions." I replied. "Just that I'm supposed to be here as your student, to be disciplined, uh, punished, I guess, and I'm supposed to do whatever I'm told."

"Essentially, that's correct." He answered, reaching down to the counter to pick up one of the pony tail holders. Then, holding it between his teeth while he gathered up my hair into a bundle, he methodically wrapped the pony tail holder around my hair and fastened it in place. Standing back to adjust the plastic hearts, he grinned to himself and then looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"Just remember a few things and you'll be fine." He said. "I'll be with you the whole time. Just reach your hand out if you need anything, or want me. You can say 'Stop' if you want something to end, and you can say 'No More' to end the evening." Then, he continued, telling me, "Just do what we tell you – don't think about why or how, just do what we say. Everything is arranged and everyone knows their part. And, one more thing." He said, "Don't forget this is all for you, all for your benefit – so enjoy it. If there's something you decide you want along the way, just ask me and I'll make it happen."

Jay started working on the other side of my head, and before long he was done with the other pony tail. Looking in the mirror, I was impressed with his handiwork. The pony tails were perfectly symmetrical and he'd twisted the holders so the pink and red plastic hearts were facing the front. There wasn't a single hair out of place, and the way the pony tails popped out from the side of my head, they looked like cute little handles. I smiled as I turned my head from side to side, whipping the pony tails as I did, and realizing how much I appreciated everything he was doing for me.

I followed Jay out into his bedroom, stood at the end of the bed and watched him open one of the drawers of his dresser and reach in. Pulling out a stack of clothes, he set them on the bed and looked over at me. "I need to get you dressed now." He said, as he gestured to the clothes. "You have no idea how much fun this is going to be for me."

"Time to take off the robe, my little school girl." He added, with a mischievous grin on his face. 

Smiling back, I untied the sash, took off the robe and handed it to him. Setting it on the bed, he reached down to the stack of clothes and unfolded everything, laying it out on the bed so I could see it all. I was in total awe and shock as I watched him carefully unfold and smooth out each piece as he sat it down in front of me. It was the best, the grandest and the naughtiest school girl outfit I'd ever seen – and all of it looked authentic – right down to the tartan skirt and the white, cotton blouse. If course, there were some modifications, such as the pure white, thigh high stockings with the cute little bows at the top of each leg.

"I went to a school uniform store." He told me. "The blouse should be a little tight on you, and," reaching for the skirt and holding it up for me to see, he said, "I had this shortened."

My heart was fluttering as I looked at the pleated black and red skirt. It couldn't have been more than nine, or ten inches long, at the most. As skirts go, I knew this wouldn't cover me, but, I'm sure it was the exact look he wanted. He also had a pair of black Mary Jane style school shoes. They were patent leather with a low heel – the very kind a young school girl would wear, and they were incredibly shiny. As I looked over the outfit, I realized again how much effort went into his planning, and when I thought about how I was going to look when I put it all on, I got butterflies in my stomach.

But, the feeling I got looking over the stockings and skirt was nothing compared to the feeling I got when he reached down and pulled out the training bra that was hiding under the blouse. I immediately recognized it as a real, first-time bra. The straps were tiny and thin, and there were no cups to speak of. It was really a 'Bralette', meant to be worn by a young girl before she developed enough to need a bra with cups. 

The feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that swept over me as I looked at the bralette was absolute and complete. I couldn't help blushing and raising my hands to cover my tiny breasts in shame, and when I did, Jay looked at me. "Lower your arms, Sally." He said calmly. "Don't forget, you sent me a very detailed email about your school girl fantasy, and in it, you described exactly how you wanted to be dressed."

Then, he reached down and picked up a pair of white, cotton panties. They were bikini style – white with little pink hearts all over them. They looked like they would fit, but, my shame and humiliation wasn't soothed much when he showed me the tag inside the panties: "Girls Cotton Panty". 

I shook my head in silence, but, he was right. I did tell him I wanted to be dressed like a school girl in my ultimate fantasy – complete with cotton training bra and girl's cotton panties. When I sent him my nasty fantasy, I was obviously wrapped up in making it as realistic as possible, including the underwear, but, now that it was coming true, I wasn't sure I was willing to put on children's underwear and a training bra again. The training bra would bring back too many bad memories from my school days about my micro boobs – being snickered at by the other girls after PE class, or the boys who called me 'Flatty' under their breath when they saw me.

"Jay," I said, shaking my head, too embarrassed to look up at him, "I don't know about the bra and underwear."

"It's part of the look, Sally." Jay replied. "Remember, you're supposed to be playing a naughty school girl. You got waxed so you could look the part, and this is no different. If you only get the chance to really live out your fantasy once, I want you to live it as realistically as possible. But, if you're worried someone is going to make fun of you, I can assure you they're going to be so captivated by your cuteness, no one is going to do anything but drool over you. Besides," he said softly, "you really don't have to worry about what they are going to think or how you're going to face them – you're going to be blindfolded."

"Blindfolded?" I exclaimed. "Like with a blindfold?"

"Yes." He said, chuckling. "With a blindfold."

He saw the look of horror in my eyes and put his hands on my shoulders. "Believe me," he said, "I did a lot of research on this, and the simple act of adding a blindfold will make it much richer and bolder for you. You won't have to see the look in other people's faces, and you're other senses will compensate and be heightened."

"Plus," he said with a grin on his face, "you won't be able to see who or what is happening. That's why I'm going to stay right next to you, Sally. I'll be your eyes as well as your protector."

This revelation put a whole new spin on things. Everything was starting to mount up and it was more than I could process and comprehend. "It'll be fine, Sally." He said, tapping my shoulders. "If you can trust me, and be completely submissive – you'll have the time of your life."

He sat the panties down and reached for the training bra. "Let's put this on first." He said, as me moved me a few feet to the right so I could watch him dress me in the mirrored closet doors. "I want you to see how you're going to look, and what the others will be seeing before I put the blindfold on you."

I stood there in silence while he dressed me, piece by piece. First the training bra, as he adjusted the shoulder straps, pinched my nipples and checked the fit over my A-cups. Then, helping me with the cotton panties, which hugged me nicely, but not tightly, and highlighted my hairless pussy perfectly. "These panties will be mine later." Jay said, whispering in my ear as he ran his hand between my legs. "You can keep the rest of your uniform, but, the panties are mine so I can remember this night and the smell of your cunt forever."

He helped me with the stockings, making sure the tops were straight and the little white bows were even at the tops of my legs. The blouse was next; it was a little tight, but, it wasn't that bad. I could see my training bra under it because of the tightness, but, that was the least of my modesty problems.

When Jay wrapped the skirt around my waist and zipped it up, I gasped. It wasn't even long enough to cover my panties! I could see a small triangle of white – my pantied pussy lips – my cunt lips – hanging out from under the skirt, and as he reached for the Mary Jane's and put them on my feet, the term "Naughty School Girl" became a reality for me. 

Jay stood next to me and we looked in the mirror together. "You look so fuckable." Jay said, obviously happy with himself. I had to admit, the outfit gave a strong message – a message that said, "Use me. Make me suck cock. Pound my cunt." 

The ensemble was ingenious, I had to confess, and the more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I liked it. My school girl fantasy was extreme, I knew that – a naughty young girl, exposing herself to her teacher and teasing him day after day until one day, it backfires and she's punished. That was THIS uniform. This uniform exactly depicted the kind of school girl I wanted to be, and the pig tails completed the look wonderfully. With my petite body, and my flat chest, the pig tails were the crowning touch to my uniform. 

I'd brought some body spray with me, and once Jay found it, he unbuttoned my shirt and sprayed my chest lightly. Then, buttoning my shirt again, he stood back and admired his work. "You look totally fucking hot." He said, adjusting his cock inside his pants. "The school girl look is cute on you. I might even dress you up like this again after they leave and give you some private tutoring, myself."

I laughed, but, in a way, I hoped he was going to do just that. The rest of the people that were coming - I'd resigned myself to submit to them – what ever they said, I would do and I'd have fun with it...... this was my fantasy. For Jay, though – I'd submit to him fully and willingly because I cared about him and because I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. With all our sexy emails and short stories and all that, I just wanted one thing – I wanted him to take me and use me, shove his cock in my cunt - and I wanted him to cum in me. Was that too much to ask? 

Jay glanced at his watch, and then up at me. "It's about time go down." He said. "You look amazing. I'm almost sorry I have to share you tonight, Sally."

I moved into Jay and hugged him tightly. "Thank you." I whispered up into his ear. "This is more than I could have ever imagined in my fantasy. But, promise me I'll get to be your girl for a while tonight, yours alone, Jay. Promise me you'll take my school girl cunt just the way I told you about in my email. Will you promise me that?"

"Of course, Sally." He whispered back to me. "As your teacher, I only want what's best for you."

To be continued.



Please, Mr. R. Ch. 04



The last thing on the bed was the blindfold. I knew Jay had thought of everything so far, and the blindfold was no different. It was red leather and it had soft puffs sewn into the eye shields, guaranteeing the wearer wouldn't be able to see around the edges or down the nose. As he reached for it, I took a breath with the awareness that all the preliminaries were over. All the preparations were over. This was really going to happen.

When I sent Jay the emails detailing my nasty school girl fantasy, I had no idea he'd turn it into reality for me. We had done some role play at the lingerie store that day in the mall -- the first time he saw my pussy, uh, I mean, my cunt. And, we'd done some role play in the emails we passed back and forth and in our short stories, but, this was going to be real. This was about to really happen, and I was both excited and anxious. 

I'd been honest with Jay about my nasty fantasy, and what I wanted. I told him exactly how I wanted to be displayed, exposed, treated, and spoken to -- all of it, and as I stood there dressed like the school slut, a thrill shot through me because I remembered exactly what I'd told him, and if he'd arranged just a tenth of that, I knew I'd be consumed with eagerness to experience it. 

On the other hand, it was because I remembered exactly what I'd told him that made me shudder. I told him how I wanted to be used by someone in a position of authority - by my teacher. And, I mean used in the most literal sense of the word. I wanted to be made to suck hard cocks and have streams of hot cum shot all over my face, in my mouth and deep into my hairless school girl cunt. 

I wanted to feel hands on me, and in me. I wanted to be used as a pleasuring tool, and not only once - but repeatedly and by numerous people. The memories of what I'd told Jay were causing me to become lightheaded. How could I have been so stupid! 

What if someone recognized me, or what if I recognized them? I'd never be able to live this down if it got out. But, I was settled in the fact that Jay told me this whole affair was arranged with the precision of a covert military mission, and that meant he'd thought of everything, including protecting my privacy, and, the privacy of his guests. 

As he stood beside me with the blindfold in his hand, he asked, "What were you just thinking about?"

"Oh," I said, sighing and taking another deep breath, "just thinking back on my emails to you, and what I told you about my nasty fantasy."

"Are you worried?" He asked.

"No," I answered, "not really. I trust you, Jay, and as long as you're going to stay close to me I won't be afraid at all. You know how I feel about you, don't you? You know I'm probably falling in....."

"Shhhh." He said, quickly, holding his fingers to his lips. "We'll have none of that tonight, my dear. Tonight is your fantasy night. Tonight you are 'Sally, the Nasty School Girl' and nasty school girls are just that -- nasty. So, get into your role and remember your place. Allow yourself to enjoy this and allow yourself to be pleasured."

Jay held up the blindfold and was about to put it around my head when I stopped him. "Hey," I said, with an uncomfortable smile on my face, "before you do that, can I ask a favor?"

"Absolutely." He replied.

"Can we just pretend for a minute...... for just one tiny minute that we're in love? You know," I said, "just until you open that door and take me down there? And, would you kiss me like I was your lover, or your wife? Is that too crazy a thing to ask?"

Jay didn't say anything, but, he got that look in his eyes again -- the same look I saw when I peeked around the corner and saw him sitting on the side of his huge bath tub. I turned toward him and I looked up, and closed my eyes - willing him with all my power to lean down and kiss me. When I felt his lips touch mine, it was just like in the movies. First, we kissed gently, teasing each other with small, tiny kisses on each other's lips. But when he turned into me and our bodies pressed together, it was as if all the rules had changed and before I knew it, we were passionately embracing and kissing each other with real meaning. I opened my mouth and our tongues met, and I felt his arms go around me and cradle my petite body in his strong arms. Gawd, I wanted so much to hump his leg right there, and before another minute passed, we were both out of breath and I could feel his cock straining against his trousers. I knew it was straining for me -- he wanted me. Not just sexually, but, he wanted me in his heart, too. It felt incredible to kiss him, but, when he pulled away and looked down at me, we both knew it would be too dangerous to ever kiss like that again.

Without saying a word to me, he reached up and put the blindfold around my head, adjusting it so it covered my eyes and slipped under my little girl pig tails. Fastening the velcro closure, he tugged at the blindfold and asked me, "Can you see anything?"

"No." I replied. "You're going to stay with me, right? I can't see anything, you know."

"Yes, Sally. You know I will." He answered, chuckling. "I'll be right next to you from the time we leave this room until the time it's all over."

"Okay." I said. My heart was starting to race and just then, I felt the beginning effects of the wine he'd given me earlier.

"The first part might be the hardest to endure." He said, softly. "But, it's not more than you can handle, I promise. Remember to call me 'Sir', or just 'Mr. R.' if you want. For everyone else, you should address them as we already discussed. Be polite and respectful. If someone asks you a question, answer it truthfully. But most of all," he added, "let yourself go and enjoy this."

"Okay." I answered, again. My heart beat was really staring to go now. I felt it thumping in my chest and in my head. I was trying to drown it out when he took my hand and pulled my arm into his, hooking our arms together, and said, "Here we go."

I heard him open the door and when he stepped forward, I stepped, too. I immediately heard voices -- mostly men, but I heard at least two female voices. They sounded far away, amidst what sounded like glasses tinkling with ice cubes. Jay guided me down the hall and when we got to the top of the stairs, he leaned over to me and said, "There are fourteen steps, Sally. When we get to the bottom, we'll turn to the left and be standing at the stairs to go down to the play room. There are fourteen steps there, too, and when we get to the bottom, just let me guide you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I answered.

"Good." He said, then whispering to me, he said, "Make me proud tonight, Sally."

I felt his body move and I moved with him. I counted the stairs in my head as we descended. The voices down in his playroom got louder as we got to the bottom. He only paused for a second, and then turning us to the left, I felt for the steps ahead of me and we began down those, too. When we were at the tenth step, all the voices in the playroom seemed to go silent and I heard the sounds of people walking and moving around the room. When we were at the bottom of the stairs, I heard a woman's voice whisper something, and I could clearly hear a man gasp. 

I let Jay guide me and we walked a few steps and then he stopped. Reaching in for my hand and uncurling it from around his arm, he let go of it, saying, "Hands to your side, Sally." Then, I felt him move behind me and put his hands on my hips and twist me to the right, saying, "That's good. Stay right there."

He kept his hands on my hips for a second and then let go. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" He said, calling out to everyone in the room.

"This is Sally, one of my students at school. All of you already know why you're here. But, for Sally's benefit, I'll quickly go through it." Then, Jay cleared his throat and began speaking:

"Sally is a good student. She's intelligent, makes good grades, and does well on her tests. But, as I explained to all of you, her behavior in my classroom is atrocious. She dresses provocatively, sits with her legs open, and flaunts her body day after day. I've even seen her rubbing her private parts with her pencil, and, she came to class once last week wearing no panties. There's only so much of this I can tolerate, and thanks to her distracting behavior, the class is now two full weeks behind for the simple reason that I can't concentrate on my lesson plans with her in the class.

I spoke with Sally after class one day and told her I had no choice other than to notify the principal, who I'm sure would notify her parents. Upon learning this, she immediately became remorseful and begged me not to turn her in. She asked if she could do extra credit work, but, I felt her behavior was more serious than that. She told me punishment from her parents would be severe, and in desperation, she pleaded with me to punish her privately, which I've agreed to do. 

Personally, I think a young girl needs to understand the consequences of her actions, so, in keeping with that philosophy, her punishment will fit the crime. Better said, if she wants to dress, tease, flaunt her body and act like a slut, then I can't think of a better way to punish her than to grant her wish -- but on a scale she never expected.

So, shortly, I am going to give her to you, where, under the guidelines we've already discussed, you are free to use her. You may use her body however you wish...... including her mouth, her breasts or her genitals in any way you like, as long as you stay within the guidelines I've prescribed. You may not insert anything into her rectum except your fingers, and there will be no kissing on the lips.

There's a table in the back of the room that contains condoms, but they are not required since Sally is on birth control and all of you have been tested. There's also several kinds of vaginal and anal lubricants back there you can choose from, if necessary. You are free to use the wet bar against the wall, and the washroom on the floor directly above us. 

When you are done with her, I will take my turn, and then her punishment will be complete. None of you will ever speak of this outside this room and neither will Sally, or I. Are there any questions?"

I was shaking by the time Jay was done speaking. Just the thought of so many people using my body...... my mouth and my cunt...... it was hard to comprehend what was about to happen to me. 

When there were no questions, I felt Jay take my arm and guide me three of four steps to my left. "Sally, you're going to expose yourself to us now. You will follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I said meekly, hardly able to speak.

"Good." Jay replied. "Since you like showing off your panties so much, you may begin by holding your skirt up above your waist."

Grimacing, I reached down to the hem of my short school uniform skirt and lifted it.

"More, Sally" Jay said. "All the way above your waist. Please don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

"Yes, Sir." I said softly, as I pulled the skirt all the way up and held it above my waist. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and heard the unmistakable sounds of whispers from the room. 

"You may all gather around if you like." Jay said to his guests. "Get as close as you want, but, no touching yet. She needs to experience the humiliation of being on display for a while."

I heard the shuffling of steps for a few moments and then I felt Jay's hand come to rest on my shoulder.

"Tell us, Sally," he began, "why do you like sitting with your legs apart in my class?"

"Sir," I answered, after a second, "so you can see my panties."

"Well, at least I think you're telling the truth." Jay replied. "But, why would you want me to see your panties?"

"Uh," I uttered, "I..... um, I don't know, Sir."

"Come now, my dear," Jay chuckled, "I can't even estimate how many times you've sat there with your legs open -- even intentionally opened them wider when you knew I was looking. Do you think, perhaps, the sting of the paddle would help you remember?"

"No, Sir." I answered, taking a deep breath. "It's because I wanted you to see them." 

"Sally, I gathered that much. But, what I want to know," Jay asked, "is why you wanted me to see them."

"To turn you on." I answered, quietly. "So you'd know I wanted you to look."

"And you enjoyed that?" Jay asked.

"Yes, Sir." I said, feeling the heat of my humiliation spread down my body.

"Are you an exhibitionist, Sally?"

"No, Sir. I just wanted you to see my vagina." I said, cringing as I used that word. "I was just trying to show you I'd let you see me, uh, down there." 

"Let's get one thing straight." Jay said, quickly. "Nice girls have a vagina. I'd even go as far to say they might even have a pussy. But, naughty girls that sit with their legs open showing off their panties, or, come to class with no panties on have a cunt between their legs. So, is that you wanted, Sally? You wanted me to see your cunt?"

I could feel my face burning red. I wished so much he'd just strip me and let his guests have their way with me instead of humiliating me like he was doing. I completely lost track of the fact that this was my fantasy, and I was filled with embarrassment as I stood there holding my skirt up as he questioned me.

"Yes, Sir." I replied. 

"For what reason?" He asked. "Why did you want me to see your cunt?"

I took a deep breath to try to calm my nerves, but it didn't do any good. I felt his hand tighten on my shoulder. "Answer me." Jay said, calmly.

"So you would know you could have sex with me." I answered.

"Ah, I see." Jay said, loosening his grip on my shoulder. "So, all those times you sat there with your legs open you were trying to tell me I could have sex with your little cunt?"

He kept using that word, 'Cunt'. Every time he said it, I felt my stomach churn and I got a twinge between my legs. There was a pounding in my ears and I couldn't hear the whispering from the room anymore. I cound feel myself getting wetter by the second and I desperately wanted to thrust my hand into my panties and relieve myself, but, I knew I couldn't.

"Yes, Sir." I said, almost inaudibly.

"And were you getting all wet and excited when you were doing it? Opening your legs and letting me see your little panties covering your cunt?" He asked. 

"Yes, Sir." I answered, hanging my head down as I spoke.

"Sally, I'm not sure everyone heard what you said." Jay replied, as he tightened his fingers on my shoulder again. "Speak up and answer using a complete sentence."

I raised my head up and cleared my throat. "Yes, Sir." I said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "My cunt was getting wet and I was excited when you were looking at me."

"Well," Jay said, "I'm looking at you now. In fact, everyone is looking at you. Are you wet right now?" He asked. "Are you excited about that? All these people looking at your panty covered cunt?"

Before I could answer, Jay continued, adding, "Never mind, Sally." He said. "I'll just check for myself. Spread your feet, please."

As I moved my feet further apart, I felt Jay's hand leave my shoulder and appear at the top of my thighs. Then, almost immediately as soon as I felt his touch, his hand slipped between my thighs and nestled my cunt, cupping my panty covered sex with the palm of his hand. "Oh, Gawd!" I moaned.

Jay's finger pressed up into me through my panties and I could feel him searching for my slit. Once he found it, I heard him laugh and then press his finger against my panty covered pussy hole. 

"Hmm," Jay said out loud to the group, "our young schoolgirl slut is dripping wet." 

I stood there physically and emotionally unable to move or pull away. I didn't care that he was embarrassing me. I didn't care that he was humiliating me. And, as Jay began to press the tip of his finger harder into my wetness, he said, "Take your blouse off, Sally."

I heard his command, but, I couldn't fathom what he was saying due to the feelings that were flooding over me. My hands, though, heard and understood, and, before I knew it, I'd dropped my skirt and my fingers were unbuttoning my blouse. A moment later, the buttons were undone.

"Take it off." Jay said. "Show everyone your breasts."

Shrugging the blouse from my shoulders, and then feeling Jay pull it away from my shoulders and down my arms, my hands automatically went up to envelop the training bra covering my tiny breasts. 

"That's so cute!" I heard a woman standing close to me say. "Look how small her boobs are. They're just little nipples!"

Jay's finger was still digging between my legs, probing me at the entrance of my vagina..... my cunt...... and I could feel how wet I was, but, when this woman brought everyone's attention to my miniature breasts, I shook my head back and forth and lowered my head in shame.

"Hold your skirt up again, Sally." I heard Jay say. "Just like before..... all the way up."

Reluctantly, I dropped my hands to my skirt and lifted it again as he instructed.

"I guess it's obvious why you didn't flash your tits at me." Jay said. "You don't have much on top, do you? Not even enough to fill a big girl's bra. Right, Sally?"

I couldn't answer. My throat had closed up and my mouth was totally dry. It was excruciatingly unbearable now, and Jay was saying things he knew would affect me in the most basic way a woman could be affected. I knew my breasts were small, and the other's could see that as well. But, when I felt Jay's hand return to my shoulder and caress me softly, I remembered what he told me before we left his room: "The first part might be the hardest to endure." 

"Tell us about your breasts, Sally." Jay said. 

I thought about what he said, but, for the life of me, I didn't understand what he was asking. "I don't understand, Sir." I replied.

"Well," Jay said loudly, "are they big girl breasts? Do you like to flaunt them? You know, Sally," he said, "do you like to show them off with low cut tops and shake them at the boys?"

"No, Sir." I said quietly.

"Why is that, Sally?" Jay asked.

"They're small." I said, almost inaudibly.

"What's that?" Jay said, tightening his grip on my shoulder and forcing his finger harder in between my legs.

"They're small, Sir." I repeated, speaking louder this time.

"Small?" Jay said, laughing, and then releasing the grip on my shoulder. "I'd say they were tiny, wouldn't you? I mean, for heaven's sake, girl, let's be honest here...... you're almost completely flat..... not like a big girl at all."

The heat in my face I experienced earlier was nothing compared to the burning that cascaded over my entire body now. I stood there in complete and utter humiliation as his, and everyone else's eyes focused in on my little orbs. 

"Well?" Jay said.

"Yes, Sir." I answered. "My breasts are very small. I'm almost flat, Sir."

"You've never even worn a big girl bra, have you Sally?" He asked.

I shook my head, saying, "No, Sir."

Quickly, almost even before I could complete my answer, Jay asked, "What kind of bras do you wear if you don't wear big girl bras?"

I could hear my pulse thumping in my temples, and I knew what he wanted me to say, but I was having a hard time getting my mouth to say those words. After a second, his hand tightened on my shoulder again, so I forced myself to say them.

"Training bras, Sir." I croaked. "The kind little girls wear."

"Oh," Jay chuckled, "you mean like for little tits?"

"Yes, Sir." I said in shame. 

"Maybe we should see them and judge for ourselves." Jay said. Then, before I could comprehend what he was saying, he took his hand off my shoulder and from between my legs. Just as quickly, he unclasped my training bra and let it flutter down my arms until it came to rest at my wrists as I held my skirt up.




Please, Mr. R. Ch. 04



The cool air in the room made my nipples poke out, and I heard a chorus of "Oohs" and "Aahhs" as the flimsy garment fell away from my chest. Again, I heard the woman standing close to me. She whispered to someone else, saying, "Oh! Look honey." She said. "They're so tiny and precious!"

Jay's fingers returned to their spot between my legs and I opened wider for him when I felt his touch. At the same time, Jay's other hand reached up to my breasts and I felt him cover my entire right boob with his hand, saying, "Tell the truth, Sally." Jay instructed me. "Now that your little boobs are on display, do you want me to cover them back up, or shall I leave them exposed?"

Jay's hand was back at work, running his finger up and down my pantied slit, and even without being able to look, I knew I was lubricating generously. I knew that everyone was able to see my excitement, too, because I could smell it and I could hear the familiar sound of wet panties rubbing against an impatient vagina. It took every ounce of courage in my body to answer him, and when I did, it was like the whole crowd let out a sigh of relief.

"Sir, please leave them exposed." I replied to his question. 

"Oh!" Jay said, excitedly. "So, you ARE an exhibitionist, then? You like being exposed? You like showing off your body and letting everyone see your tiny titty buds?"

Jay's finger was concentrating on my clit through my soaked panties and it felt so devilishly pleasing. I tried to rub against his hand to increase the pressure against my clitoris, but, when I did, he pulled his hand away from my crotch and said, "Answer me, Sally." 

Again, I felt hot, and the blush from my face flowed down my chest and I could feel it settle above my waist. "Yes, Sir." I answered.

"No, Sally." Jay said, sharply. "It's not going to be that easy. You have to actually say it. I want you to tell everyone here exactly what you are. I don't want there to be any questions in anyone's mind that you get sexual pleasure from being exposed and looked at. In fact, I want you to invite each and everyone here to look closely at your tiny breasts, and also tell them how much you want them to look at your cunt once you're completely naked. Which, by the way, won't be very long from now."

The experience Jay was putting me through was just exactly what I'd written in my fantasy. I told him how much I wanted to be exposed in a disgraceful manner, completely embarrassed and wholly humiliated. I went on and on about how I wanted to experience the feel of shame, and not just mild shame, either. I explained in detail how I wanted to be broken down and feel the bite of real shame and then be forced to submit to others willingly..... to be punished..... to be fucked and used as a school girl cum slut.  

Jay was being thorough, that's for sure, but, when I wrote those things I had no idea what it would do to me. I had no idea what it would feel like in real life. And, as I felt my throat grow thick with reluctance, my emotions got the best of me and I thought I was going to start to cry. 

I felt Jay move in front of me, and put his arms around my partially naked body as I continued to stand there and hold my skirt up. "Shhhh, Baby." Jay whispered in my ear. "We're almost done with this part. Just say what I asked and we'll move to the next part. You can do it." Jay said, softly. "Don't forget, we're just role playing. None of this is real. And, I'll be right here with you."

Jay stepped to the side and I took a deep breath, sniffling and forcing myself to look up at the people I couldn't see in front of me because of the blindfold. 

"I'm an exhibitionist." I said, as clearly as possible. "I get sexually excited when I think about someone looking at me. And, even though it might not be right, and it might not appear that way to you, I definitely want all of you to look at me closely. I want you to see my small breasts and my vagina. I want you to get sexually excited, too. I want you to tell me you're looking at me. I want you to stare at my pussy and make me show you what you want to see. Tell me to open my legs and pull my cunt lips apart so you can see all the way inside me. That's what I want."

Jay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Very good, my sweet." Jay said, very softly. "Now, unzip your skirt, step out of it and hand it to me. Just let your bra fall to the floor. You won't need it anymore tonight."

I was so relieved he wasn't making me say anything more, I quickly did as he said, leaving me standing there in just my thigh high stockings, Mary Jane flats and my drenched panties.

"Clasp your hands behind your head." Jay said. 

As soon as I complied, Jay's hands immediately went to the waistband of my panties and whisked them down to my knees. I was caught so off guard by the suddenness of his move, my hands instinctively came around in front of me as if I was going to cover my vagina from everyone's stare. 

"No, no, no!" Jay snapped at me. "Put your hands back until I say otherwise."

The room was so silent, you could have heard a pin drop. I was totally on display now. My tiny, less than A-Cup boobies were bare, and my panties were down at my knees and everyone could see my perfectly waxed, hairless pussy. I'd never, ever, in my whole life felt more naked and more exposed as I did at that exact second.

"Holy fuck!" A man's voice exclaimed. "She looks like a little kid!" 

The woman in front of me murmured something, too, saying, "Oh, yes. She's so lovely, Jay. Is she wet?"

I felt Jay run one of his fingers up and down my slit and then finally and thankfully, into my pussy hole. He kept it there for a second, swishing it around inside me and then pulled it out. A huge collective gasp and moaning over took the crowd as Jay said, "Does it look like she's wet?"

I could feel how slippery I was when he touched me and when he pulled his finger out of my cunt. I can only imagine how wet his finger looked, but I got the real impact of what he did when he said, "Does anyone want to smell our little school girl's cunt?"

The crowd became restless and I heard voices all around me saying, "Yes", or, "I do."

So, as I stood there, Jay repeatedly fingered me and then removed his finger from my cunt. I heard people moving around me, like they were in a line, waiting to inhale and sniff my pussy juice from Jay's finger. I heard a different woman's voice speak, asking if she could taste me, and I shuddered when Jay said she could.

He left his finger push into me and then Jay moved it in and out several times before he took it out and offered it to the woman, saying, "Here you go, Sandra. Taste the little slut's cunt juice."

Silence again fell over the small crowd, and when I heard the slurping sound of a mouth sucking down a finger, I realized it was true -- Jay had fed his pussy juice coated finger to a woman and she was sucking on it. Lay leaned over and asked me, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Have you ever been sexual with another female, Sally?" 

"No, Sir." I answered, truthfully. I'd come close a few years ago, though. An older woman at work who I knew pretty well told me in confidence she was bi-sexual. After that, when ever I saw her, I always fantasized about her and wondered what it would be like to be forced down between her legs and told to lick her pussy. All those feelings came back to me while I listened to the woman suck my juices from Jay's finger. When she was done sucking, she moved up close to me and said, "I love breaking in a new girl, Sally. I'd be gentle, I promise."

I stood there while the rest of Jay's guests looked at me and sniffed his finger. It didn't take that long, and each time Jay's finger went between my legs and diddled me, I got more and more excited, and by the time everyone was done, I was literally dripping wet. 

"Take your panties off and hand them to me, Sally." Jay instructed. "I think it's time for our guests to really get a good look at you."

I felt Jay's hand on my upper arm, holding me up while I bent down and pushed my panties to my feet. Then stepping out of them, I held them up and he took them from me. I heard a man to my side ask if he could have the panties I just took off, but, Jay told him 'No'. 

"These are for me to keep, Jim." Jay said, chuckling. "I want her to remember what happened tonight and every time she thinks about it, I want her to realize that I'll always know what she smells like because I have her panties."

The group laughed with Jay, but, I already knew he was going to keep my panties and I felt it was appropriate for him to have them. It was, at least, one thing I could give him in return for what he was giving me -- my ultimate fantasy.

I felt both Jay's hands on my shoulders. He leaned into me and whispered, "There's a mattress on the floor about three steps behind you. I'm going to move you to the mattress, and I want you to get on your hands and knees with your bottom pointing toward the group. Sally, you're going to spread your knees out wide and then rest your head down on the mattress. Then, don't move until I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I replied.

I knew exactly what Jay was planning next. I knew full well with me on my hands and knees, my freshly waxed pussy and butt would be plainly visible to everyone. When a woman is in that position, all her charms are clearly exposed, and there's no way to hide any of it. I groaned to myself, realizing the way I was going to be displayed, but, I was also extremely turned on. One saving grace about this, though, and that was no one would be able to see my face while I was in that position. 

He gently turned me around and I reached out with my foot for several steps until I felt the mattress. Then, taking a step onto it, he guided me to where he wanted me and simply said, "Down."

The group was quiet for a few seconds, at least until I started to get into position and then there was a lot of whispering. "Knees wider, please." Jay said, tapping the inside of my thighs until I'd spread them to where he wanted them. Then, I felt his hand on my shoulders, gently pushing me forward until my head was resting against the soft fabric. 

"As you can see," Jay began to say to the group, "our naked school girl is completely hairless. This is so you can see all of her, and I encourage all of you to step up and get a good look."

"Don't be bashful," Jay added, "you heard her say she wanted everyone to look at her."

I heard the shuffling of footsteps and I sensed them as they grew closer. I could visualize what they were seeing, too -- my bare pussy.... my cunt..... from behind and my bottom, all open and displayed for their enjoyment.

Jay knelt down next to me and whispered in my ear, saying, "Just stay like that and don't move."

When Jay stood up, I felt movement on the mattress on both sides of me. After a second, I realized two people were on the mattress with me, and a second later, I felt four hands on my back, lightly touching me, stroking and caressing me from my neck down to my waist. Inside my blindfold, I clinched my eyes tightly with the knowledge I was about to be touched intimately, but, I was wrong.

Instead, the hands moved lower..... to my bottom, and in a moments time, I felt each person put one hand on my lower back and another hand on one of my butt cheeks, and they simultaneously spread the cheeks of my bottom, first tenderly, and then they opened my cheeks as far as they could, and held them open.

"There you go." Jay said to the group looking at me. "Come look at our nasty little school girl now. See how open she is? See the way her cunt lips are spread open? See how pink she is inside? You can see how wet she is, too, and you can see her little clit poking out. Come on." Jay encouraged them. "Everyone step up and get a good look at our little exhibitionist's sex parts. She wants you to see this. She knows exactly what you'll be seeing. We don't want to disappoint her, do we?"

In my mind, I had a vision of what I looked like. Dressed only in my pure white thigh highs, and my school girl Mary Jane shoes, I was on this mattress with my knees spread and my butt cheeks pulled apart. Not only was my bottom hole completely visible, but I'm sure my pussy was being held open, too. I could just image the view they got, being able to see both sets of my feminine lips, the wetness inside my inner lips and probably down inside past the opening of my vagina to the pink interior of my lubricating pussy.

The feeling that spread over me was powerful. Even at the doctor's office for my annual exam and pap smear, I'd never been displayed or seen like this. This was totally sexual in nature -- there was no other purpose for what Jay was doing, other than to expose me in a way I'd never been exposed before, and display my most private parts in a way they had never been displayed. My mind was filled with utter humiliation and immense arousal at the same time, and as I lie there allowing it to happen, I was barely able to breath evenly.

Remembering Jay promised to stay by me, I pulled my left hand out from under my body and I raised it up. Even before I could get it up, Jay grasped it. It sounds so corny to say he held my hand gently, but, that's what he did. Cradling my little hand in both of his, he gently soothed me and patted my hand, whispering, "Just be still and enjoy this, my dear. You might never again have the chance to be experience the total exposure you're having right now. Your cunt is open, Sally. We can see right down inside you and you are really wet. There's eleven set of eyes looking at you...... eleven set of eyes that will never forget what a beautiful, hairless pussy you have. After they've seen you like this, you'll have no modesty and no reason to hold back."

What Jay said was true. After being exposed like this, there was no reason what so ever for me to hold back. And, I had no intention of doing that.

To be continued...