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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 04
Date: Sun,  3 Mar 2002 02:10:12 -0500
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Chapter 4 - Out to Lunch

I went into the bathroom and ran steaming hot bubble bath water
for Debi.  I decided that today was going to be her day to shine
in public, and I was getting ready to make sure she had a good
start.  I helped her into the tub, and began a soothing wash-down
of her beautifully tanned body.  I washed everything...every
square inch...starting from her blonde hair and ending at her
toes.  Of course, I dallied a bit in between to make sure
everything was squeaky clean.  Who could resist?

When, finally, she was as shiny as I could possibly get her, I
helped her out of the tub, dried her body off, and told her to go
to her closet and pick out something sexy and revealing to wear,
for we were going out to have breakfast.  Smiling, she trotted
out to the bedroom and began rummaging through her clothes. 
While she was doing that, I showered and shaved.

When I came back into the bedroom, I found that she had chosen a
pair of skin-tight slacks and a top that was NOT sexy at all.  I
said.  "You call this stuff sexy?" I tossed her clothing
selection into a pile in the corner of her closet, and began to
rummage through her things.  I wanted to take Debi out into
public to show off her stunning attributes, not to hide them.

I was thoroughly amazed at the sexy selections I had to choose
from.  She had exquisite taste in clothes that had the capability
to want men to get beneath them.  Since she was petite in
stature, she had a lot to choose from when she went out to buy
clothes.  Everything she bought tended to enhance her alluring
figure in one way or another.

Here's what I selected.  The white panties and garter belt she
had bought the previous day.  I didn't want her to wear the bra,
even though it was quite thin and frilly, for it would hide what
I wanted others to see...her breasts.

A tight pair of upper-thigh-high white mesh stockings (the kind
with the heavy line up the back of the leg.)  A skin-tight black
leather micro-mini skirt (so that others could see the garters
and the tops of her nylons, with a little skin as icing on her
cake).  A semi-sheer, white, silky, low-cut blouse to show off
her cleavage, accentuate the mounds of her breasts and highlight
her perpetually hard nipples.  To finish the outfit off, a pair
of shiny-black 2 1/2" spikes.

As I was choosing the items, her face got redder and redder.  She
knew that she was about to show more than what she covered.  I
told her that those clothes are how I envisioned her at the
moment, and if she wore them, it would please me greatly.  She
asked if she could be allowed to wear a bra to hide her nipples,
but I shook my head and told her that I wanted to see her brag
about what she had, not try to hide it.

She was shaking nervously as she put the clothes on and I simply
got dressed in the clothes I had worn the previous day.  I had
forgotten to bring my suitcase with me, but that didn't seem to
matter at the moment.

She looked stunning!  The clothes I had selected hid very little
of her charms, and she knew it.  I did make one minor adjustment.
 I kneeled down in front of her, reached up under her skirt,
removed her panties and tossed them back onto the bed.  Now she
could feel the air on her newly shaved cunt, with only two or
three inches of skirt available to hide it.  She needed to be
very careful sitting down.  Perfection in black and white!

I winked at her and told her that she had better keep her legs
closed or someone would be getting more for breakfast than what
they ordered.  I decided, so as not to cause her too much
embarrassment, to go to the next town over to do breakfast.  As
it happened, the next town was rather large, so she began to
relax as we made the drive.

During the drive over, I gave her explicit instructions on how
she was to act in public.  Basically, she was to be wide open
about her sexuality.  She knew how to use the attributes she had,
and I gave her permission to flaunt it in every direction. What I
said was, in effect, make them follow you - make them want you -
make them stare and drool.  Otherwise, I concluded, it would be
no fun at all...for anyone.

As I drove into town, I saw a friendly-looking diner-restaurant
and pulled into the parking lot.  Then I looked over to her and
told her to go in, get a table right in the middle of the dining
area (so everyone could see her), and I would follow in a few
minutes.  I swear...she grinned and her nipples noticeably grew
harder.

She got out of the car and smugly swished her tight ass up to the
door of the restaurant.  Her breasts, hard and firm as they were,
still jiggled nicely when she walked in her spiked heels.  The
fact that she was wearing no bra helped.  Immediately, she had
everyone's attention.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she jiggled her way to the entrance of the restaurant, she
didn't notice just how much attention she was attracting.  In the
parking lot, there was an elderly couple just getting out of a
beat-up Oldsmobile.  The husband stopped dead in his tracks as he
saw Debi in all her glory. The wife looked to see what hubby was
looking at, and immediately whacked him over the head with her
purse.

A middle-aged couple were also arriving, but I hadn't noticed
them until I heard the wife say something like: "...and what the
hell does she have that I don't have!?  She knew the answer to
that question, but was damned afraid to admit it, I'm certain.

What fun this day was going to be. Fifteen minutes passed and I
was starting to wonder what was going on in the diner, but held
fast to the plan I had concocted.  I'm certain she was concerned,
for I had dressed her in those slinky clothes, drove her to
another town, and dropped her off in a very public place. I
walked to a nearby phone booth, called the restaurant, and asked
the person to please page Debi.  After a minute, Debi said
"Hello?"

"Hi.  Having a fun time strutting your stuff out in the open?"

"Well yes", she said, "but do I have any choice?"

"No, not at the moment.  But, I'm sure you're getting some very
strange looks...right?"

"Strange is not the word." She replied.  "There are a lot of
young guys in here and I've been hit on by three of them already.
 That includes one of the waiters."

"Hmmm....should I come in now?"

"Please?" she replied.

"OK, but only on one condition.  Act as if you don't know me, and
I'll make a hit on you like those other guys, but this time you
take me up on it, and give me plenty of skin shots, if for no
other reason than to make the other guys jealous.  Just play like
you're waiting for your boyfriend or something."  She giggled on
the other end of the line, and said she would.

I waited another few minutes and then entered the restaurant.  I
swear, everyone, men and women alike, were checking out her
near-naked body.  She looked ready to eat.  There was a young
gent standing next to her table trying to chat up a conversation,
and I saw that he had a huge boner in his pants.  I could tell
she was getting a little irritated by this guy, so I walked up to
them and said, "Excuse me, is this gentleman bothering you?"

She looked up at me, smiled glowingly, and said, "No sir, but I
think he was just leaving."  She glowered at the guy that was
hitting on her, and he melted away like sugar in the rain.  He
looked at me as if to ask, "Who the hell are you?" and walked
away mumbling to himself.  I think he said something
like"...fuckin' whore anyway..." He wanted her in a bad way
though.  Tough luck pal.

I ignored the guy, smiled at Debi, and asked aloud if the seat
opposite her was empty.  Loud enough for others to hear, she
replied "Well, not really, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, and
he'll be here any moment."  I said "Great!" and sat down.  Man,
did I ever get some strange looks from the guys that were all
trying to undress her with their eyes.  I knew they were
thinking, "This guy has balls!  I should have tried that!"

I proceeded to ask her detailed questions about herself, loud
enough so that a lot of folks could hear us.  Nothing too awful
intimate, just questions one would normally ask a woman in a
situation like that.  I wound up asking her if she had eaten yet.
 She said no, and I immediately motioned to the waiter that I was
ready to order.  Of course he saw me right away, for he, too, had
been staring at her.  And why not?

He came over, and blatantly stared down her blouse at her breasts
and nipples.  I mean, how could he help himself.  He was only
human, and I allowed him his long examination of her personal
assets.  I let him stare while I pretended to look over the menu.
 She played right into his eyes, as I had asked her to do, and
after a short while, I ordered food for both of us, never asking
Debi what she wanted.

She slowly arched her back a little and that caused her
terminally hard nipples to press into the front of her sheer
blouse.  She adjusted her blouse to show the waiter even more
cleavage.  She made a show of adjusting herself a lot and made
sure the waiter knew that she saw him staring.  She smiled at him
as if to say "I bet you want me in the back room right about now,
with my legs wrapped around you, don't you, you poor boy."

While we were waiting for our food, I allowed her to play sex
games with the other guys sitting around her while I feigned
ignorance of what she was doing, and she even whispered that she
was giving free pussy shots to the guys sitting across from her.
I smiled to myself and let her keep her legs spread to play her
silly cunt games with the men in the restaurant.

We slowly ate breakfast and had a very intense discussion of
whether or not she should cheat on her boyfriend.  As the other
patrons couldn't help but hear, I said "You know you want other
guys, otherwise you wouldn't have had breakfast with me, dressed
the way you are.  Your boyfriend hasn't showed up yet, so he
obviously couldn't give a damn about you.  So what do you say we
both just leave and go out to my car, and we'll drive away into
the sunset?"

I heard some snickering from the guys looking and listening and
I'm sure they thought that that was the dumbest line I could have
ever made.  But, I think they were really surprised when she
stood up, large breasts wiggling under her sheer blouse, and
said, "You know, you just got lucky.  My damned boyfriend stood
me up for the last time.  Let's go to your place and talk about
it."

You could have cut the silence with a knife.  It was great!  I
paid for the meal, left a hefty tip, and off we went grinning
wildly at each other, arm-in-arm, never to be seen again.  It was
so cool.  I've always wanted to do that, and Debi played it
perfectly.  She loved every moment of flaunting herself in
public, and she told me so in the car.  She was so excited, by
the time we returned to the car she was shivering with
glee...practically forcing her rigid nipples through that flimsy
blouse material.  Beautiful... just beautiful!

As we were walking back, I noticed that her short skirt was
riding quite high up on her ass cheeks.  It hid virtually
nothing, and she knew exactly what she was showing.  No
imagination was needed to see what Debi had between her legs.  I
helped myself and reached behind her to gently slap her cute
butt.

Once we were in the car I looked up and saw two of the young guys
that were sitting near us in the restaurant.  They were staring
out the restaurant window at us.  Then it hit me.  I told her to
quickly remove her skirt and give it to me.  Happily, she did so,
right there in the front seat.

I started the car, drove out of the parking lot across the street
and honked my horn to get their attention.  When they looked out,
I tossed her skirt out the window onto the ground in front of
their window.  The look they gave was worth the trip.  We sped
off, both of us laughing our respective asses off.  What a great
morning!  Life was good.

We laughed for a long time.  We breezed on down the road for a
few miles, and it suddenly hit Debi.  She was skirtless,
pantyless and braless in the car...cruising down the road.  She
was wearing only the white net hose, white garter belt, white
shoes and white sheer blouse.  She was pretty and I wanted her to
stay like that for as long as possible.

I took the opportunity to do something I'd wanted to do for a
long time.  While we were driving down the highway, I unzipped
myself, pulled out my hardening prick, and grabbed my woman by
the hair.  Pulling her down to me, I pushed her face to my groin
and forced her to suck my cock as I was driving down the road. 
What they say is true, especially if you have an expert cock
sucker like Debi.  You cannot drive and get a blowjob at the same
time.

Of course, I took her lips as much as I could, but finally had to
pull over to the side to experience her better.  Once again she
shafted me full length until I was ready to cum.  This time,
though, I wanted something different.  When I was ready, I stood
up, faced her, and spewed my jism all over her next and down
between her cleavage.  I really messed her chest up with my hot
load of cum.  There was a lot of it to spread around, and I made
sure she had it all over herself.

I sat back down in the drivers' seat, and it took me a while to
come back down from the clouds.  She gives really great head.  No
mortal man could hold back an orgasm from her mouth.  I dare you
to try it.

Soon enough though, we were back on the road, headed back home. 
Half dressed and cum all over the front of her, she silently rode
with me with a smile on her face.

After a short while, she asked if I could get her something to
wear, and I said "Sure!", and drove straight to the mall.  When I
drove into the parking lot, I found a quiet, secluded parking
spot pretty far from the entrance where most folks don't park. 
She realized that something was amiss and she said, "Oh No.  No
Way!  This is where I draw the line.  I'm not about to walk into
that mall naked!"

Turning to look at her I said in a stern voice, "You are my slave
and you will do exactly as I tell you, and nothing else.  You
will obey me without question, or you will be surprised at what
happens next.  You will not tell me what you will or will not do,
ever again."

I must make a point of saying that she was very shocked at my
tone of voice, since it was the first time I had truly spoken to
her as a Master would to a slave he owned.  She had never heard
me speak forcefully, and it took her several seconds to grasp my
attitude and meaning.  Once she knew I meant business, she
dropped her eyes, and said, "Yes."

I reached over and lifted her face to look at me, and it appeared
that she was ready to let go a few tears.  Too bad.  I held her
face up to make her look me square in the eye, and said to her,
"From this moment on, you will address me as Master.  You will
say 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when you speak to me.  It is a
sign of respect that you know and understand your position as my
slave, and that you are aware that you must do my bidding,
regardless of how you feel about it."

"Your desires are irrelevant.  Your place is to service me and
others as I may or may not choose in the future.  You will do
exactly as I wish you to do, and nothing else.  Never question my
authority over your position.  Now, I know that you have the
ability to understand the words I am speaking to you.  Presently,
your only duty in life is to do exactly as I wish.  Do you or do
you not understand everything I have just said?"

Debi was absolutely frightened of me at that moment.  I could see
it in her eyes, and, of course, I used it to my immediate
advantage.  She had not been expecting me to speak to her in that
manner.

In her face I read fear, anger, embarrassment, and something else
that I soon learned was her sexuality starting to emerge.  Even
through all her feelings, she held her back stiffly.  Her
physical attributes shone through, deliciously.  Then firmly,
almost with a tone of self-acceptance to her position, I felt a
small shudder run through her, and she responded to me by looking
right into my eyes and saying, "Yes, Master."

I looked at her and said, "Although just the mere thought of you
walking naked beside me in public, with cum all over you, thrills
me to no end, I never intended for you to go out in public that
way.  We still live in a backward world where there are laws
against such things.  We would be arrested on the spot, and it
would spoil the fun."  Then, I felt her relax, and we just sat
there for a few moments smiling at each other.

I removed the car keys, and got out of the car.  She said, "Where
are you going?"  I turned and glowered down at her in the car. 
She gulped and repeated, "Where are you going, Master?"

I said, "To go buy you some clothes...of course.  Do you want to
sit out here naked in the car all day?" Then I just turned and
started walking towards the mall entrance.  After just a few
steps, however, I turned back to the car and said aloud, "...and
you not forget to say 'Master' again.  You will be receiving a
spanking as soon as I return."  Then I turned and walked into the
mall. 

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