1 comments/ 41257 views/ 1 favorites Letter to a Stranger Ch. 01 By: NCnakedadventure Chapter 1 The Club Dear Sir/Madam: The woman who handed you this letter is my love slave. She does not know the contents of this letter, however her instructions are as follows: 1.Choose a stranger and hand this letter to them. 2.Allow them to do as they wish with your body. 3.Do not leave the club. You will note that this woman is wearing a short skirt. Be advised, she has nothing on underneath it. You will also note that she is wearing a blouse and vest. What you can't see are the two holes I have cut in her blouse. These allow her breasts to hang free between her blouse and her vest. My slave is not permitted to leave the club. However, so long as she remains on the premises, she has been instructed to raise no objections should you wish to explore her body. Please feel free to enjoy yourself. Jim Jim's story: I had called the game "Letter to a Stranger" and was delighted that Clair had agreed to go through with it. Now, here I was sitting in a club, watching Clair as she made her way through the crowd to order a drink. She carried the letter in a sealed envelope in her pocket and I knew that her whole being must have been focused on that letter. As the letter said, Clair had no idea of its contents. She had some idea, of course. She knew that she was probably going to be someone's sex toy. She also knew that she was going to give that gift to a complete stranger. From her point of view, the fact that she didn't know the contents of the letter should have made this experience only marginally more terrifying. But I knew she had been thinking about that letter from the moment I handed it to her. Clair's story: Never in my life have I done anything quite this crazy. Not by a long shot. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they had taken over my whole body. But Jim was wrong about the letter -- it wasn't the letter I was thinking about. Just before we went out, Jim had cleanly shaved my pussy. It was the first time it had ever been shaved. And, since I was wearing no panties, it was my shaved pussy that I couldn't stop thinking about - that, and my dangling tits. I kept feeling the dampness between my legs, and the cool air as it hit my naked thighs and pussy. It was making me crazy! And every time my body moved, I could feel my tits sway and my nipples rub up against the rough fabric of the vest. I kept glancing at people, wondering if they knew what a slut I was being! Of course, I was thinking about the letter too. I would feel it in my pocket and wonder if I hadn't lost my mind completely. "I'm not beautiful," I'd told Jim. "What makes you think someone's going to want me?" "You are beautiful," he said. "Why don't we just see how it goes. What's the worst that can happen? They'll give you back the letter; they'll tell you they're not interested, and you'll feel hurt and embarrassed. But you'll never see them again, so who cares?" Jim's story: The club was packed, so it took quite some time for Clair to get to the bar and order a drink. Then, of course, she had to order another, and another. That was okay with me. We had all night, and I knew she was going to need some liquid courage. "As long as you hand it to someone by midnight," I had told her, "you can take all the time you want." The club got more crowded as it got later. On occasion I saw her speaking to one person or another. She spoke to one guy in particular spoke for quite awhile, and I thought he might get to be the lucky recipient. But he moved on without having received the letter. Then, at about 11, Clair started talking to a woman sitting at the bar. It was obvious to me at least, that Claire was fairly drunk by now. Still, she remembers the night quite well. Clair's story: I was sitting at the bar and I started talking to a woman who had sat down next to me. She looked really sexy, and she was close to my own age. We talked for a while - about the bar, the music, what she did for a living. Joanne was her name, and she introduced me to her boyfriend, Brian, who was standing on the other side of her. I liked her. She was funny and very nice. I decided that Joanne was my best chance, so I told her about the little game Jim had cooked up for me. I told her I didn't really want to go through with it. God knows what Jim's freaky mind had come up with. And she said, "Why don't you give me the letter and let me see?" So I gave her the letter. I figured Joanne would read it; tell me what it said. I thought she would get me off the hook. Instead, she read the letter and laughed. Then, just as I was about to ask what it said, she told me to unbutton my vest. "Show me," she said. I froze for a minute. For real, I couldn't even talk. Joanne just looked at me, waiting. Then, with my whole body trembling, I did what she said. I unbuttoned my vest and held one side out just enough so that she, and hopefully no one else, could see that my tit was hanging free. "Brian," Joanne said over her shoulder as I quickly pulled my vest closed, "come here. You've got to check out this material." I watched as Joanne pulled her boyfriend around and stood him between us. Then I almost jumped as she took his hand and placed it on my stomach. "You're not going to believe how soft this fabric feels," she said as she started moving Brian's hand upwards underneath my vest. When Brian's hand came to rest on my bare tit, his face wore an expression of shock and amazement. Mine did as well, I'm sure. When Jim had cut the holes in my shirt he had made them rather small. He did it so that I couldn't mistake the feel of my breasts hanging like ripe melons on the front of my shirt. Now here I was, standing in the middle of a crowded club, and I had two hands, Brian's and Joanne's, squeezing one of those ripe melons. I made no move to stop them, but I did finally remember to close my mouth just as Brian's face broke into a broad grin. When he began pulling and twisting my nipple, I had to fight to stifle a groan. "Excuse me," Joanne was saying to the bartender, "could we get a menu." Then she whispered for a moment in Brian's ear. The next thing I knew, Brian had moved behind my bar stool and wrapped his arms around me in a big hug. He was kissing my neck and using one of his arms to shield his other hand from view as it pulled and tweaked my nipple. I was beginning to gasp for breath and felt my pussy clench when, suddenly, Joanne turned towards me. In one quick movement, she handed me an open menu with one hand, and with the other she reached under the menu and right up under my skirt. She began playing with my pussy, and when she found it sufficiently wet, she jammed her finger up in me. I let out a fairly loud moan. I couldn't help it. Joanne began pumping her finger hard and fast into my cunt. Brian was pinching my tits. In less than a minute, they had me cumming. I saw stars. My whole focus centered on my pussy. I felt the barstool getting wet under my legs, and held tight to the menu trying not to shake or moan. When I opened my eyes, the first think I noticed was a guy staring at me from a couple of seats away. I'm quite certain he knew what had happened. I was very embarrassed, and clamped my legs shut. I could feel my ass slide on the seat and I could smell the scent of sex in the air. I briefly wondered if I shouldn't just get up and run. To put it simply, I was embarrassed as hell! I didn't want to think how many people might have been watching, so I just made a point of looking down at the menu. If I could have found a hole to crawl into, I would have -- particularly when it dawned on me how wet my seat was. I sat there, pretending to read the menu, while Brian held me and continued to fondle my breasts. Joanne waved her still wet hand in the air, trying to get the bartender's attention. "A bottle of Bud," she told him when he finally came our way. He brought the beer and Joanne got up and subtly parted my legs so she could lean into me. "Slide to the front of the seat," she whispered in my ear. I did what she told me and, as I reached the edge of the seat, the cold reality of her intentions became clear. When I say cold, I mean cold! Putting one hand on the small of my back, she started sliding me off the barstool as she pushed that bottle of Bud into my cunt. I guess my cunt must have been wide open and soaking wet, because she got it quite a ways in before she held it there and whispered again in my ear. "Is your boyfriend here watching?" she asked Trembling, I nodded yes. "Okay, then here's what you're going to do. Without using your hands, you're going to take this bottle to your boyfriend. When you get there, you're going to tell him the drink's on us. And tell him the next time I see you in here, I'm going to have you eat my cunt." "Now close your legs," she ordered. And with that, she took her hand off the bottle, turned me around, and gave me a slight push. I was mortified, of course. Here I was, trying to make my way through a packed club, and having to take baby steps the whole way. The damn bottle kept threatening to slip out of me! I hardly ever looked up, and it seemed to take forever to make it through the crowd. Two or three times I felt the bottle slipping out of me and had to use my hand to push it back in. I kept hoping no one would notice. Finally, I made it to Jim's table. He was leaning back in his chair, looking at me with a shit-eating grin. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking. One guy seated at the next table met my eyes, but aside from him, no one seemed to be watching. So I just reached under my skirt and pulled out the bottle of Bud, watching as that guy's eyes got wide as saucers. "She said the drinks on them," I whispered in Jim's ear as I handed him the beer. "And she told me to tell you the next time she sees me she's going to make me eat her cunt," I said feeling my legs shaking beneath me. "Can we get out of here now?" I pleaded. "Not till I've finished my beer," Jim said, taking a big gulp and pulling me down on his lap. Jim's story: I'm not sure there is anything I need to add to what Clair's told you. From where I was sitting in the club, I could only see some of what had happened. Still, I think it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I was incredibly proud of Clair. The whole thing took real courage on her part. The other thing that surprised me was how she had pulled it off. In that whole bar full of people, I don't think more that a few of them actually took notice of what was going on. Oh, there is one other thing I should tell you. Now it's Clair's turn. She gets to be the one to write the next "Letter to a Stranger" and I get to be the one who has to hand it to someone. I'm going crazy wondering what she has in mind. Letter to a Stranger Ch. 02 The Novelty Store Dear Sir/Madam: The man who handed you this letter is my slave. He doesn't know its contents. I've told him only that he should hand the envelope to an employee of your store and await their instructions. It is my hope that you will take full advantage of this opportunity to use, abuse, and thoroughly embarrass my slave. Remember, he has been instructed to do any thing you tell him. For starters, I'd appreciate it if you'd have him buy the following things: 1.A pair of women's crotchless panties 2.A butt plug and lube 3.a set of nipple clamps 4.a cock leash Then, if it's allowed, please instruct him to try these items on in the dressing room and to model them for you. After that, whatever you would like to have him do is entirely up to you. He has a very submissive nature, but is in need of further training, so please feel free to be as imaginative or abusive as you like. I greatly appreciate you taking the time to help me train this slave. Also, if you'd prefer that he not show up to make purchases like this in the future, I hope you'll write back and let me know. Sincerely Mistress Claire Clair's story: If you've read Letter to a Stranger Ct.1 you'll know why I was doing this. It was revenge, plain and simple. I had left "the club" feeling about as embarrassed, humiliated, and turned-on as I've felt in my entire life. Now it was Jim's turn for some humiliation. The rules of our game were simple. This time: it was my turn to write the letter, it was my turn to choose the venue, and it was Jim's turn to be humiliated. Specifically, Jim, without ever having read the letter, had to hand it over to a stranger and do whatever they told him to do. It was basically a game of sexual Russian roulette. Maybe they'd tell him to get lost, and the gun wouldn't fire, or maybe they'd be kinky enough to blow his mind. Jim's Story: I should have known Clair was going to get me good, especially after what I had put her through. And she did. First she had me wear shorts, sandals and a t-shirt. "It will be easier for you to get undressed," she said after handing me shorts that were so baggy they were almost falling off my ass. Then she told me where we were going. "We're going to Adam and Eve, the adult toy store. You're going to give this to an employee," she said, handing me the envelope. "Ask them to read it, and then do everything they tell you to do. And don't even think about backing out," she warned me. Well, hell, I'll tell you. Handing a letter to a stranger might not sound like such a big deal, but when you know they're going to think you're some kind of a freak, it gets a lot harder. The truth is, I didn't just walk in the store and hand someone the letter. There were quite a few people in the store when Claire dropped me at the door. So I just walked around the store like I was browsing. I soon figured out that there were two women working there. One of them approached me and asked if I needed help, and I thought about handing her the letter. But when I saw another customer glance over, I decided not to. Somehow, the very act of handing someone a letter like that and waiting submissively while they read it ... well, let's just say I couldn't do it. I kept browsing, looking at rows of vibrators, restraint devices, whips, x-rated movies, and all the while thinking about that damn letter. Now I don't embarrass easily, and I've been in dozens of adult bookstores. But somehow, on that day, the more I looked around, and the more I thought about that letter, the more embarrassed I got. Finally, I looked at my watch and realized that the store would soon be closing. Most of the customers had left, so I figured either I do it now, or I leave. I approached one of the women who worked there, handed her the letter, and said simply, "I'm supposed to have you read this." I looked at her face just long enough to see her questioning look, and then I looked down at the floor blushing furiously. I think it might have been the first time I've blushed in my entire adult life! I stood there looking at the floor while she read the letter. Then, when she had finished, she said to me in a voice as soft and kind as any I've ever heard, "I'd be happy to help you. Wait here for just a minute." Her voice sounded so sweet and comforting, I could feel the anxiety rushing out of me in a wave. But it was short-lived. She had gone over to the other girl and was letting her read the letter too! So there I stood, shuffling my feet, while across the store, the other employee was reading the note. 'What the hell did the letter say?' I asked myself again for the hundredth time. Soon, the 2nd girl approached me. "I'm Ashley and that's Victoria, she said pointing to the girl who had first read the note. We'll be happy to help. Why don't you follow me?" I followed Ashley across the store and, I admit it, I was looking at her ass the entire time. Both the girls were cute (I assume they were students from the nearby college), but Ashley in particular had the kind of heart shaped ass I would gladly have followed anywhere. She led me to a rack on the other side of the store and said matter-of-factly, "this is all crotchless women's underwear. Why don't you look through it and see if there's a pair you like. I did as I was told, looking through the crotchless panties. It occurred to me that Clair had probably used the letter as a way to get me to buy some racy things for us to play with. Eventually I picked out a pair that I thought would look pretty sexy on Claire. I returned to the counter, and Victoria, the other girl, showed me to the display of butt plugs. And that's how the next few minutes went. One by one, I was taken to the things on Clair's list and told by one or the other of the girls to "pick one." There were still two women shopping in the store, so all this was a little embarrassing. But I did as I was told, and tried not to look at the other shoppers. When I arrived at the counter with the final item on the list, Ashley rang the items up, while Victoria looked on. Then, as Ashley handed me my bag she told me, "Take these in the dressing room, get undressed, and put them on. Wait there untill we tell you to come out." For a minute, I think, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Then, with Ashley's sultry voice reverberating in my ears, and Victoria's angelic face smiling at me sweetly, I did as I knew I had to. I said, "Yes, Maam," and headed off to the dressing room. This wasn't going to be just a shopping trip, I finally realized. And I sure as hell wasn't going to be getting off easy. My heart was racing as I got undressed, and so was my mind. Still, I continued to do as I'd been told. First I put in the butt plug – no easy task even with the lube. Then I put on the tight-as-hell panties. Then I put on the cock leash, allowing it and my balls to hang out through the "crotchless" hole. And lastly, I put on the nipple clamps, which hurt quite a bit. There I was, standing in a dressing room with my rock-hard cock sticking out of the top of my lacy panties and feeling silly as hell. And I was waiting for one of the girls to tell me I could come out! And there I waited, straining my ears for any sound. I waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. A few times I heard muted voices, and I heard the bell on the front door jingle many times. But now it was after closing time and I was still waiting. Finally I heard Victoria's voice call out, "Okay slave, you can come out now." I opened the door slightly sticking my head out and looking toward the front of the store, and got the shock of my life. Arranged in a neat semicircle about ten feet away were six women, four of them seated and two of them standing. "Well come on, slave. Show us what you got," said Ashley. What was I supposed to do? I ducked back into the dressing room for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked out to face them. I was looking down at the floor, but I had to smile and blush at the applause and catcalls that greeted me. Those women made quite a ruckus. "Would you look at those balls," one was yelling. "Turn around and show us your ass," said another. But I was glued to the spot until Ashley finally said, "Come over here so we can get a closer look," in a commanding voice. I meekly walked up to her while she looked me up and down. "Turn around and bend over," she ordered, and I did as she said. My face burned with embarrassment as I stood, bent over, listening to the girls laughing and saying, 'Oh my God." "Don't move," Ashley ordered, so I continued displaying my panty clad ass and my dangling balls. And then I felt it. "Crack," something smacked my ass hard, but I didn't move. "Crack," again, and I let out a small moan. For the next few minutes my ass was paddled with each of the girls deciding they needed to take a turn. Then finally, when my ass felt like I had sat down on a bed of coals, they stopped. "Stand up and turn around," Ashley ordered. "Would you look at that? I think he enjoyed it," Ashley was saying, and as I looked down, sure enough, those panties were forming quite a tent. "Pull them down and show us your cock," said Victoria, with a burning look in her eyes. I did as she said, and "whack," the whip Ashley was holding smacked me in the cock. Fortunately, the whip she was holding was flat at one end, so it didn't hurt too much. But I could feel my cock burning slightly as it sprung back to its upright position. "Damn," one of the girls said, and another laughed as they all leaned in to stare at my shaved cock. "Turn around," said one of the girls. "I want to see that ass again." So I turned around and bent over once more. Then I felt a pair of hands yank my panties to my knees. "Would you look at that!" one of the girls exclaimed. Undoubtedly she was looking at the butt plug that was sticking out of my ass. Then, the next thing I knew, someone had grabbed my cock leash from behind me, and my cock and balls were being stretched up between my legs until I was forced to bend over double – face near the floor, ass high in the air. Someone started hitting the butt plug with the whip. "How does that feel? Does that feel good?" Ashley's voice said as she kept banging the butt plug into my ass. I could only moan in the affirmative because, truth is, it felt incredibly good. The butt plug was hitting my prostate, and my cock was being stretched so far up between my legs I thought it would break off - and I was loving it. "Okay, turn around and sit down," Ashley finally said. "I want to see you jack off," she added as I was sitting down. What could I do? At this point, I might as well just keep following orders. Besides, if I didn't cum soon, my cock might just explode on its own. I sat on the floor, looking down at my throbbing meat, and began stroking my cock. No one was making a sound, I realized, and I looked up to see six pairs of eyes staring intently at my cock. "Can I get some lube?" I asked timidly. "I can't cum without lube," I added. With a look of impatience, Victoria grabbed a packet of lube off the counter and threw it to me. Then, once again, the store fell into silence as lubed up my one-eyed monster. "Stroke your cock," one of the girls said softly, and then they all started chiming in. "Fuck that bitch." "Beat that meat." "Stroke that bad-boy." "Shoot that load." And the more they cheered me on, the faster I stroked, until finally, with a loud moan, I shot a huge load all over my chest and stomach. "That was fun," Victoria said after I had fallen back gasping for breath. "Maybe we can do it again sometime. Now put your panties back on and go get dressed. Your girlfriend's waiting outside and we've got to close up shop." Sure enough, when I got outside, Clair was sitting in the car waiting. I sat down gently with that butt plug still crammed in my ass, and I looked over at her. She was wearing such a broad, shit-eating grin, that I had to laugh. What else could I do? Clair's story: Sure, I couldn't resist helping the whole thing along a bit. It was a stroke of inspiration really. I was watching them from outside, and when I saw Jim go into the dressing room, I realized they were making him put on those items. So I figured why not? I went in the store, told them I was Mistress Clair, and let them know that I would really appreciate it if they took this a little further. "Sure, invite some friends," I told them when they asked. "And don't worry, he's really not quite as big a freak as you might think." Okay – so I lied. Well, you heard the rest. Jim had quite an adventure. And after he told me the whole story, I realized that he really makes quite a good submissive. Now, I'm using it to my advantage. Sure, I usually like it when he's on top. But every once in a while, I like to whip his ass good, just to remind him who's in charge. 'Course, part of me is just a little bit afraid of what I've put him through. Next time, he's the one who gets to write the "letter to a stranger."