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FANTASY FULFILMENT - Chapter 14

By Alessia Gerini, copyright (c) 2002, edited with thanks to PeeJ

MY INITIATION: : The Final Day Full Of Surprises
{FFF/+F, exhib, rom, toys, mc, cons, voy}


"Oh, darling, not now. Stop, I love it too much, but we have things to do," 
purred Ingrid as she rolled towards me[PJ1].

Reluctantly I took a last cheeky lick of her luscious nipple that perched 
atop of her B cup breasts and arose with her. I watched my little blonde 
bombshell lover as she moved her lithe body unconsciously unaware of the 
effect she had on me. She may have been the petit-clothing size of a fashion 
model but at five feet two she was not a bony little thing.  No at all; she 
was just perfectly covered and curved. She turned me on, all five feet eight 
and not much short of ten stone of me. Obviously I towered over her and we 
must have made an odd couple to the eye. Although my figure is nothing to be 
shamed of I am also curvy in the right places, but a bit busty, sporting a 
thirty six D cup. Otherwise, we are both university students and have things 
in common. Anyway, I watched as she went into the en suite.

On looking around I found myself in a nice hotel room. queen-size bed, en 
suite, fridge, TV, etc. the usual hotel room, really, nothing too flash, but 
nice and clean. It was nothing like the one in which we had spent last 
evening giving me a gorgeous sexual workout. I should have smelt like woman 
sex, but I was fresh as a daisy. Still the flawless nude body of the 
diminutive Ingrid had disappeared into the en suite so I pulled the curtains 
open. Suddenly the room was filled with bright but soft autumn light, blue 
but with cloudy patches of sky. I squinted into the light as my eyes 
adjusted, finding myself overlooking the street and galvanised steel roofs.

I stood there looking out over the street and roofs into the windows of the 
old buildings across the road. I was having my usual morning scratch and 
soon noticed a few people looking over at me. I giggled to myself and 
grinned at them. I was still in my nightclothes, that is, nude.

I looked down as I remembered the walk back from the corner tavern. I smiled 
to myself and watched my nipples go hard as my thoughts continued mulling 
over the evening's activities. Absentmindedly I turned the bedside radio on 
to my favourite FM station. CCR with[PJ2], "Lookin' Out My Backdoor:" I 
couldn't remember if that was its proper name, but I bopped around to it as 
I needed to use the loo and headed towards it. Ingrid hit the shower just as 
I was walking in. I caught Ingrid checking out my bouncing boobs as I 
entered. We grinned at each other before the shower curtain blocked my view.

Ingrid finished showering in a cloud of steam and told me,  "Freshen up. Got 
a big day coming up, kiddo."

"Yeah, okay, already, Mother Goose." I laughed.

Soaping myself with the little cake of hotel soap under the steamy warmth 
felt great, and I just stood with the water running down me soothingly.  I 
looked at myself, running my hand down my belly and over my newly bald puss. 
It did feel great I had to admit to myself. Dreamily, I tried to count the 
number of orgasms I'd had last night. I lost count at ten.

I yelled out, "Hey, Honey, how many times did I get off last night?"

I heard Ingrid laugh and seconds later she stumbled in with the retort, 
"Geez, Ale we're in a bloody hotel. A wee bit of decorum if you please," and 
continued, "What, you've forgotten already? Lots anyway.  I wasn't counting, 
but you did all right I reckon, at least, twelve. No, it must have been more 
than that, lots more. Each of us took you to nirvana more than once and just 
you and me four times, I think"

"Hey," I smirked, "I wasn't complaining."

I looked down to see my bald mons and ran my hand over it again. It was 
definitely more sensitive than before, but perhaps it was only a 
psychological thing. Whatever. I liked it.

"I wouldn't have either. You looked like you enjoyed yourself."

"Yeah, I saw you too, Sweetie, and you got your pennies worth." I chuckled, 
still feeling myself.

"So now you are complaining." Ingrid looked at me in a fake, disbelieving 
way.

"Oh, well I . . . " I paused. "No way.  I'd do it again and again 'specially 
with you, you horny little bitch."

"That's right, call me names[PJ3]," Ingrid giggled.

"So what do we do today?" I asked, knowing I probably wouldn't get a 
straight answer.

"Well, we'll go and get breakfast, well, we're a bit late for that in the 
hotel, so brunch somewhere up in the Mall, I guess."

I got out of the shower and started towelling myself dry. I heard a knock on 
our door and Ingrid, still in a bathrobe, answered it. It was Angelina, Amy 
and Jess all looking immaculate in their chic day outfits. I walked out of 
the bathroom wrapping myself in the nice fluffy towel. Of course, I made 
sure they all saw me in my natural glory.  I noticed Angelina had Amy and 
Jess carrying  clothes on hangers.  It hadn't yet dawned on me that I was 
still naked from last night, not just this morning.

"All right girls, which of these outfits does our initiate wear today?" 
Angelina chuckled.

I knew they were all sheer, very sheer. In a flash my nipples ripened from 
soft petals to full fruit at the thought of wearing them in the Mall. The 
embarrassed excitement of my nude walk down the street outside returned to 
stir in my memory. That made my pussy's erogenous spots tingle. The clothes 
were held up for all to inspect. After some debate, the black-cuffed, 
collarless blouse with its first button below my boobs was chosen. A 
matching pleated skirt went with it. The tiniest bikini bra and pantries set 
were next and a new pair of lacy-topped sheer black stay-up stockings. 
[PJ4]. The black of the outfit was to be broken by tomato red midi spike, 
shoes, with matching belt and velvet choker completed by silver buckles and 
a clasp with a loop in the choker. I was beginning to feel all this a little 
dressy for day wear but I was assured that the outfit would be fine. The 
fact that chokers were not fashionable then was not lost on me either, but 
the full ramifications of wearing one in the company of the members of the 
club were.

"Well, lets get some make-up on and do your hair and you'll then have a full 
beauty treatment after brunch. All right?"

"Oh, yes, Angelina, that sounds great."

Angelina, quickly, with her usual efficiency, had me looking pretty good in 
no time.

"Okay, my sweet Alessia, let's see how well the clothes fit, but my guess is 
they'll be perfect," stated Angelina with a big grin on her face.

I really wasn't too worried because I saw that all of them were looking 
pretty damn sexy in short dresses and nice cleavages. And on Saturday, all 
the shops would be open with  spunky chicks everywhere in that mall. I was 
obviously being set up to stand out from these other beauties. As I put on 
the clothes, I started to get that fantastic feeling when you just know your 
going to look the part.

The little sheer bra was really so brief though that my nipples were visible 
through its sheerness and the tops just barely covered my areolae. On 
finishing, I looked in the full-length mirror. It was spine-tingling stuff  
- I really did look so chic and it confirmed my opinion of Angelina's 
ability to quickly sum up my colouring and body size so as to highlight my 
best features. I didn't know it then, but I was being set up once again to 
more than stand out, but if I were to be with Ingrid and even if had I not 
been so naive, I wouldn't have cared less.

"Yummy," said Ingrid, grinning at me.

"Right, Alessia, you do look edible; lets get the others and go eat and no, 
Honey, I didn't mean eat you, although," she looked me up and down 
lustfully, "that's not such a bad idea." My pussy tingles started again. 
They all grinned at my obvious flush, but they were all heading out the 
door. Ingrid handed me a purse telling me there were a few bucks and some 
make-up for me. Naturally, it matched the reds of my other accessories and 
maybe the reddish tinge of my brown hair and greenish hazel eyes.

We all met in the lobby and headed off in groups to the Mall. We found a 
great spot at one of the many cafes, 'The 'Aroma', I think, and ordered our 
meal and ate with relish. It seemed we were all starved. I'd finished my 
first cappuccino. When I saw Abby approaching us from Wesley Arcade.   
'That's odd,' I thought.

She looked at me like a long-lost lover and holding out her arms said in a 
loud voice, "Darling, oh, it's great to see you."

Angelina said, "Well, stand up and great your friend properly."

I stood, and by now Abby was close, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards 
her. Before I knew it, she was giving me a full-on passionate kiss, her 
mouth open, tonguing my lips, holding my butt cheeks, pulling us tightly 
together. Before I could think I was returning her kiss. I could feel her 
soft breasts pressing on me and her mound grinding into mine. My eyes had 
instinctively shut. She didn't know my trigger spots like Ingrid, but she 
definitely knew how to kiss, wrapping herself around me. And I loved it. 
Then it struck me where we were. My knees weakened with her passion, but I 
realised that luscious as she was, everyone within eyeshot would be watching 
us.

I could feel my face and body blushing with passion for Abby, but also from 
embarrassment. Without even opening my eyes, I knew they were all watching 
me. My nipples had most certainly hardened and the humiliation was sending 
my heart into overtime. Her lips, her tongue and mine were dancing, darting, 
swirling as her body melded into mine in a hot passion. I was certain that I 
could hear sniggering from people close by. I dare not open my eyes. I would 
have had to face them.

Abbey kept me, held me, kissing me in the crowed area, bending me over 
backwards, making me off-balance. It was going to be difficult to escape 
from that position, although I hadn't really thought of escaping her 
clutches until now. These instinctive thoughts soon dissipated as I realised 
it was all a part of the initiation. However, kissing like this in the Mall 
was outside my social mores.

I remembered Angelina's last words, 'greet her properly',' and I was, but in 
a public, crowed place. Embarrassing. Humiliating. It was stirring something 
inside me; these thoughts were arousing me more than Abby was,  and boy, was 
she hot? God yes.  My mind and Abby had a stunning effect on me and not 
surprisingly I started getting those 'special' body signals you can't 
ignore. I was getting damp.

Suddenly Abby broke us apart, pushing me to arms length, exclaiming, "How 
good it is to see you, Darling. How are you?"

Shit, I was bright red, embarrassed, everybody was looking, I'm certain, but 
I only looked at her not wanting to face anyone else. My nipples were poking 
hard into my blouse and I just knew they would be like that for ages. Abby 
held my hands down, running her thumbs over the backs of my hands, reminding 
me of her touch. My stomach was turning somersaults and I felt wetter. And 
she gushed small talk, none of which I remember. People stared, a crowd had 
gathered. I didn't look but I knew, that I was making a spectacle of myself; 
well Abby was[PJ5]. Angelina came and greeted Abby saying something like, 
'Come with us, Alessia has a beauty appointment soon.' She ushered us 
through the quite large gathering I knew was there.

Soon I started recognising the girls surrounding us as we walked. My 
blushing eased a tiny bit. I sought out Ingrid and grabbed her hand; she 
squeezed it holding it firmly, reassuringly. I looked at her big grin and 
grinned back. I knew it had been a set-up. But the rush from it would last 
awhile yet. Then I found we were in a lift going up. Angelina and Ingrid - I 
wouldn't let her go - ushered me into Ernest's Beauty Salon. The girls in 
there took ages, making a big fuss over me. They manicured my fingers, did a 
pedicure , washed my hair and had it coloured, trimmed and styled, massaged 
my head, had my face cleansed, then made me up. I looked and felt absolutely 
gorgeous. The girl that did my lips showed me some new stuff, a lip pencil 
thing that goes on first, then she instructed me the best way to finish off 
with an outliner. She did it much like Angelina does, but now I felt I could 
do it too.

Angelina, Ingrid and Abby came for me and the 'lips' girls slipped me a 
stick and outliner to match those I was using. Funny though, it really was a 
night-time job and didn't quite go with the black[PJ6] outfit I was wearing. 
But the auburn tinge in my hair looked great. Anyway, I felt super cool, so 
sexy, with the see-through outfit and new face and hair. The bill was 
shockingly high, but what the hell, I wasn't paying.

Angelina had also arranged for a studio set of photographs for me and had 
brought the dress for tonight with her. I dutifully went with her, Abby and 
Ingrid to the studio. We arrived and had to wait for a few minutes. I felt 
the eyes of the receptionist excitedly burning into me, straight through my 
blouse. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up.

Ingrid leaned over and bit my ear lobe., whispering, "Cut it out ratbag," 
laughing with me as I flirted with the girl.

Just then we were called in so I didn't have to answer. Angelina said to the 
photographer, "Hello, Jean-Louis, I'd like some shots in this outfit then 
she will change into another dress we have here, " pointing at me. Angelina 
grinned broadly at 'Jean-Louis'.

'I bet that's not his name,' I  thought, as Angelina's order sunk in .

He directed me to sit on a barstool while his assistant set up the lights 
and background. He explained what he wanted from me. Then I posed this way, 
that way and so on.  The sort of photographs I would have expected.

Then Ingrid said, "Alessia," she never calls me that in that tone of voice, 
I thought, "undo your blouse buttons very slowly."

I was a bit stunned.  I glanced at her and she had a really serious look on 
her face, glaring at me, but simultaneously smiling. I thought of saying no, 
but I didn't.  I slowly undid them all, pulling the blouse out of my skirt 
as I went lower. The flash was going off regularly.

As soon as I had undone them all, she said, "Okay Alessia, now take your 
skirt off."

I blushed, but couldn't resist her. No, I didn't want to resist her. I felt 
my body reacting to her; to the situation. It felt good, it felt right for 
me. I undid the waistband, undid the zip and let the skirt fall as the flash 
lit up the whole area.

"Now Alessia, " Ingrid continued, "you don't want your underclothes do you? 
Take them off for me."

'Me, pose nude and striptease for this guy?' However, it became obvious that 
he was an artist and very likely as gay as we were. The tingling in my groin 
started again as I said, "Yes Ingrid."

The clips on my brassiere came undone easily and my boobs almost popped out. 
My nipples now went hard despite the warmth from the lights. Two thumbs in 
my panties at the waist pushing down in my best provocative way slowly eased 
them off and onto the floor.

"You're mine, Alessia, I have you to myself. I own you, don't I Alessia?"

Naked and vulnerable I nodded my head, yes.

"Say it Alessia, say yes Ingrid, I am yours," she insisted, but I wanted to 
be hers; this was not a problem for me.

"Yes Ingrid, I am yours." I heard myself say, as my tingling grew stronger, 
my labia filling with blood, becoming sensitive and I felt a trace of my 
honey coming. I was turned on big time. The flash kept going off. My mind 
focused on Ingrid. She looked gorgeous in her sundress but that didn't 
matter, it's what pleased her that mattered.

She said, "Slip off your shoes Alessia, and carefully place them on the 
floor then sit on the stool."

I did it slowly, deliberately, to please her. I tried to be sexy, to vamp it 
up a bit. I wanted to arouse her as much as I could.

"Put your right foot on the stool and hold your knee with both hands. Be 
careful not to fall. Be sexy, like before."

I thought then of the photographer, a male, and my newly bared pussy. I 
would be flashing everything at him and his assistant. Oh, shit, but Ingrid 
and Abby, Angelina were there, and for my initiation, I wanted to impress 
them.

Ingrid called the shots. For quite a few minutes the flash continued as I 
cavorted to Ingrid's instructions. She had me slowly roll off each stocking, 
sit cross-legged on the stool with a straight back, lean face down onto the 
nearby bar and bending over the stool. There were many other poses Ingrid 
wanted, some suggested by the photographer, but those I have forgotten now.

I found when I had finished all Ingrid's orders that I was really wet and 
highly aroused. I was not exhausted, but invigorated and feeling really 
sexy. Ingrid told me to put my street clothes back on, so I did. Angelina 
fixed up my face for me and we went to find the other girls having coffee. 
We joined them. I did not leave Ingrid's side, but her presence kept me wet. 
I found it odd that the flow of my 'mistress's pussy-honey was becoming more 
copious. Just being near Ingrid now aroused and excited me.

Under the table, Ingrid slipped her hand between my thighs. With Angelina 
and Abby blocking anyone seeing, she eased her fingers under my panties. I 
was breathless; my heart beat madly in my chest at the pleasure she gave me. 
Her fingers explored my silky-walled tunnel. She quickly found my small 'G 
spot', massaging it with the pads of two fingers, taking me to the edge of 
orgasm three or four times. She was teasing me. I wanted to come badly and 
we both knew it. But she took her fingers away so she could suck off my 
honey in her gorgeous mouth.

With my eyes I begged her to take me all the way. I didn't care where we 
were and when I come I am not noisy unless I want to be. Ingrid knew all 
this. I don't know if Ingrid though she would be embarrassed, was concerned 
about he state of my cloths or just wanted me lusting for her. In any case 
she had achieved the latter and knew it. She took the liberty of another dip 
of her fingers between my swollen labia. I quietly sucked in a breath of air 
in case she was going to masturbate me right then, as I desperately wanted.  
I looked into her eyes pleadingly again but as she pushed into me the 
exquisite sensation made me look down to watch. She withdrew and I gasped in 
desire and frustration looking up as her fingers went into her mouth sucked 
with relish again. She nodded a no to me butt she looked pleased and that 
eased my frustration a little.

It was now getting dark as the sun set through pink, orange and purple 
clouds. Colours changing constantly making me feel really good. The street 
and shop lights took over too quickly, but then they always do.

I noticed Angelina give a signal to Ingrid.

"All right girls, stop here, we have Alessia's final hurrah to complete!"

Hey, I thought, more, what more?  My panties were drenched and my slightly 
pungent and musky woman-sex aroma was becoming somewhat obvious. Angelina 
had two packages. One I recognised as my 'Liz Davenport' outfit the other er 
. . .  looked familiar. Oh, fuck, the sex shop stuff . . . yes, that's what 
it was. My brain turned over at a hundred mph. I got even wetter and my 
nipples crinkled hard again. 'Last hurrah' . . .  what did I have in store 
for me at this time of the evening? Within minutes the girls were ready, the 
bill paid, and we headed into the arcade system again and going up a floor. 
I went alongside Ingrid who gave me a grin, but nothing else to reassure me.

We came out of the arcade at a level above the street, then headed towards 
the railway station along  a wide first story walkway, with a view of some 
beautiful old heritage buildings on one side and mostly women's clothing 
boutiques the other. It was rather crowded as it led to the main passenger 
rail system and people where headed for the station. We all arrived at "Hot 
Pink", a boutique, finding the proprietor waiting to go. She let in Angelina 
and Ingrid pulled the door shut and she left without glancing at us, but 
those heading home did, they looked at us. If I may say so, although I was 
the only one of us really dressed up, the others did look hot. Ingrid called 
to Anne to go in and before long one show window had been covered with black 
cheesecloth: a bay window.

"Alessia, listen carefully to me, Ingrid and Anne will look after you for 
awhile then Ingrid will tell you to stay still. You will do exactly what 
Ingrid says.  When she says, 'Stay there,' you will feel bound by rope and 
virtually unable to move. Your eyesight will dim and you will have tunnel 
vision. Your feelings will be your own, and you will be fully aware of what 
you can see and feel. You will not move until Ingrid or I say to you, 'You 
may move, Alessia.' Is that clear?"

I heard myself say, "Yes Angelina."

"All right [PJ7]Anne, I'll thank you to get on with Alessia's show and 
Ingrid will help you."

She turned to the others gathered outside and said[PJ8], "Okay, girls, we'll 
all go and get changed for dinner. Ingrid and Anne have outfits stashed away 
here. Then we'll come back to watch."

With that Angelina chuckled and stepped outside, gathered her flock and left 
us. I looked a bit stunned, I guess, and looked to Ingrid for clues for what 
was expected of me. Anne broke the silence with a grin and said,

"Come over here, you two," she demanded, as she moved into a dark part of 
the shop.

We followed her. "Okay, here it is.  I am as close to a window dresser as 
we've got in the club so I've got the job of dressing you, Alessia, in the 
shop window."

I nearly fainted; as my stomach churned I felt the blush rising in my cheeks 
and over my body.

"Oh, shit, no! I couldn't!,"  This could be dangerous in that, probably, I 
would be breaking the law somehow. I could get caught by the cops."

"Well maybe," said Ingrid, but there's a back way outta here and they 
wouldn't do a 'break-and-enter' job to get us. They'd need a search warrant 
or something. The chances of getting caught are very unlikely."

I looked at her dubiously, but Anne agreed with Ingrid. 'Well,' I 
thought,'Anne would agree, wouldn't she, it was probably her bloody, 
hair-brained, idea in the first place.'

"Well, I suppose you're now going to blow it when you're as good as in," 
Ingrid said a little mockingly, and that hurt coming from her, but they both 
laughed. 'Hell,' I thought, 'I've gotta do it, but here in the shop window? 
With all these people passing I'll end up with a huge crowd staring a me.'

Anne tried to embarrass me more by saying, "If it were me with that body in 
that dress we have here, with that makeup job and hair style, in that 
window," pointing at the uncovered one, "I would think myself lucky!"

"But lucky for you, honey, we'll do it behind the covered one.   How's 
that?" Ingrid said.

""Um . . .  er . . .  shit . . . . I guess.  I have no choice anyway, 
Angelina said to do what Ingrid says, so I will," I managed to get out.

"Oh, great," they chorused. "Get undressed then."

I peeled off my sexy little outfit.

"C'mon, right off. Shoes, stockings, panties and bra. We want you stark 
naked babe," Anne piped up while Ingrid just giggled.

"Well you can have the panties. I've made a right mess of them," I laughed 
back nervously.

When I was barefoot and naked as a newborn baby, Ingrid went to the pile of 
clothes and things, got out the nipple clamps, and came towards me saying, 
"Get on your knees for me so I can put these on you."

"Yes Ingrid," I heard myself say, as I sunk to my knees and waited for her 
delectable little hands to caress my boobs one by one, as she squeezed each 
to slide the clamps onto my nipples, then tighten them just a little. This 
would of course, pinch me a tiny bit causing a little pain after a few 
minutes. My nipples would kind of swell hard into them and the pain would 
turn into a delicious pressure that would send sensations right through me, 
but centring in my pussy. Which, in its turn, fed back to my brain that 
interpreted the pain as so much exquisite pleasure.

I quickly mused at the odd perversity of this pain/pleasure process.  Then I 
felt her fingers surrounding my left areola. I looked into her eyes as she 
concentrated on my breast. She squeezed me and I swooned in ecstasy and 
looked down to watch her sliding it on. I sucked in a lungful [PJ9]of air to 
stop from groaning at the sensations that had overtaken my mind. I 
anticipated the coming pinch as I watched her fingers tighten the screw. The 
clamp took hold gently and she stopped. I could feel the pinch and watched 
my nipple swell. God, it felt good! I became aware that Ingrid and Anne were 
watching my breast too. That excited me beyond belief. Suffice to say I was 
very sexually aroused.

Ingrid then carefully caressed my right breast as I gasped in the delight of 
the slight pinch turning pleasurable, and watched her fingers tease me by 
running them around my areola and pulling gently but firmly on the nipple. 
Anne cupped both breasts as Ingrid teased me, now even more, knowing just 
how much I loved it. To describe the acute pleasure this gave to me is so 
difficult as there is little to compare with it. For me it is like fingers 
stroking my labia when I am aroused and they are blood-full and sensitised. 
Ingrid, after several minutes of teasing, slid the clamp on and tightened it 
to pinch me slightly. I watched as my nipple grew into it and was squeezed a 
little more with each passing moment. Both of my beasts were swelling, or 
really felt as if they were, pulsating with each heartbeat.

I had started to dry up, but now I was getting excited inside again and, as 
usual, my body was betraying me. I could feel my syrup tickle as I oozed. I 
was also starting to feel the nervous shakes that come on when I know I am 
headed towards acute embarrassment. Anne and Ingrid waited each side of me, 
and then a break in the pedestrians outside saw them rush me across to the 
black gauze-covered window.  Before I could think, Ingrid was ordering me to 
stand perfectly still, to be like a shop dummy.

"Alessia, listen carefully," Anne said, "while the inside of the shop is in 
darkness nobody can see in. The shop will appear black from outside, even 
though you're only a foot or so from the window.  I repeat, nobody can see 
you. Is that unambiguous, like perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Anne."

"Okay," she continued. "When there are lights on inside, then you can be 
seen from outside, but how much of you can be seen depends on where the 
lights are and how bright they are." Anne paused, peering at me. "Do you 
understand so far?"

"Yes, I think so."

"You don't sound sure. I'll explain further. Okay, you're in a bay window, 
right?"

"Yes, so, I'm invisible on these three sides where the black cloth is, till 
a light is turned on behind me, then it depends."

"Right," Anne continued, "so if a light is way back in the shop but not 
bright, you would be in a silhouette, the brighter the backlight the sharper 
your silhouette, but any part of you facing the window will remain in total 
shadow."

"Okay," I said.

"But we will play with the lights a little. Any side lighting will show up 
your sides, basically illuminating anything the lights shine on. So, 
obviously, any light on in between you and the window will illuminate you 
pretty much in full colour. Also, as you would expect, a very dull light 
will only show you dimly, whereas, a bright one will make you appear as if 
the sun were fully on you."

"Shit," I said, "are you going to do that?"

Anne smiled a knowing smile at me and patted me on my bare butt-cheeks 
saying, "Maybe." Then she disappeared to the back of the shop to join 
Ingrid.

I froze; and she left me there, going back into the shop's darkness, but 
seconds later lights came on from behind me. I was silhouetted against the 
window by the shop's spotlights. The shop was lit so brightly compared to 
the night's darkened, but starry sky and the walkway's power-saving lights. 
The outside lights were quite dim compared to these lights, even though 
there were spotlights illuminating the old buildings across the way.

The floor lights at the front went on faintly, throwing a soft amber glow 
over me. I shook in surprise and humiliation. I was naked in a shop window 
only a metre or two from passers-by. I guess I could have run back naked 
through the brightness to hide at the back, somewhere dark, but like a 
rabbit caught in a spotlight, I stayed still; as still as a sculpture posing 
like a mannequin's dummy. In any case I couldn't move; Ingrid had told me to 
stay still.

Ingrid called to me as if she had forgotten her words of a few minutes ago,

"Stay there Alessia; we are going to shower and dress, then we'll be back to 
dress you."

In horror at being left there naked and now seemingly alone, I called 
quietly back, "How long will you be?" I asked, but they had gone.

I was terrified. I was sure I would be seen and my fear had me quaking in my 
skin. I started to sweat slightly. A sheen developed on my skin. The amber 
glow of the lights reflected off me. It must have looked a treat, but I was 
feeling sick with nerves. People were window shopping, as well as coming and 
going to or from the station. It was only a matter of time before I would be 
seen. Of course I dreaded that, but the thought also started exciting me in 
an extraordinary way. Then the nipple clamps were causing my areolae to 
throb more and more. The tickle in my pussy had grown to a pulsating throb 
and I was very wet again.

I hadn't a choice but to stay as still as I could. Ingrid had said 'stay 
there'. They had gone and I was alone, my silhouette blurred on the black 
cheesecloth, my skin glowing. And each tiny involuntary wobble I made was as 
plain as day. I could see through the cheesecloth 'God,' I thought, 'the 
length of a letter-size sheet of paper is all that separates me from them. 
If anybody shaded their face and pressed it against the window I was certain 
they would easily be able to see me.

I had also turned somewhat when I spoke to Ingrid as she left and I had not 
fully turned back to face the window. My breast was clear but blurred in the 
shadow. My legs were spread a little and the light from behind me shadowed 
my round butt-cheek and each leg. I had put my hands on my hips where they 
stayed. I did look something like a shop dummy, but a very tall busty one. 
It certainly was the faint glow of those front lights that had me becoming 
increasingly embarrassed and aroused.

The exhibitionist side of my psyche had hit me and made me want to move, but 
I felt extremely vulnerable and a little frightened. However, this only 
increased my dread of moving and being seen, but it's what I wanted, though 
dared not, even if I had been able to. My body, yet again, had begun to 
betray me:  my nipples were like metal thimbles and my labial lips puffing 
out. As I became more aroused I became more terrified, the blood rushed 
through me, stranded there alone and unable to escape.

After what seemed like an aeon I just had to move because of tired, immobile 
muscles.   I tried to judge when nobody was passing and quickly tried to 
strike another pose. I found I couldn't move. The hard thimble-like nipple 
stuck out in my silhouette and I thought I could see both the chain between 
the nipple clamps and my puffy vulva spreading outwards[PJ10]. I had frozen 
again, but tried to relax. My mind flooded with the conviction that I could 
see the shadow of my pussy as clearly as if the gauze covering the window 
was not there. The odd thrill I got from this brought an embarrassment and 
humiliation that simply increased both my dread and my arousal.  My eyesight 
was too dim and narrowed to see exactly where people were looking, but the 
more the more convinced I became I could be seen, the more I worried, and 
the more I worried, the more aroused I became.

I could now really feel my labia lips were hot, puffy and damp. The slit I 
thought I could see in the silhouette before, was to my mind, now a reality. 
Convinced as I was that people could see me, perhaps not clearly, but 
nevertheless make out my features, made me break out into goose bumps, 
making my hairs stand on end. The thrill and emphasised humiliation swirled 
up within me. With all the sexy stimulation of the past week or so, the flow 
of my juices had become quicker to start and more copious. With my 
vulnerability my perception of exposure and humiliation grew.

I saw several passing women look into the shop at the dresses, but none 
looked directly at me as far as I could tell, but then one young woman did 
see me. She frowned and squinted as if she didn't believe her eyes. I stood 
rigid and as still as possible. She peered through the black, cloth-covered 
window, her pretty face within reaching distance of me. After, what was for 
me, a minute or so of sheer terror, she backed off and leant against the 
balustrade of the walkway some six metres away and stared at me. I calmed a 
little, but not really very much. Now I had to be as still as a statue or I 
would give myself away.

After an agonising five minutes or thereabouts - I found it hard to judge 
time - my flow had increased and was slowly oozing down my left inner thigh. 
I knew without looking that it must be glistening in the spotlights. I felt 
the heat in my cheeks rising as I blushed. Then Jessica and Ava peered in, 
grinned and wandered over to lean on the balustrade near the  girl stranger. 
The girl seemed excited and spoke to Ava. They both looked at me as Ava 
replied. They grinned at each other. I wondered what Ava had said. A few 
minutes later the others turned up. Ingrid and Anne came in and, without 
glancing at me, went to the rear of the shop. Ingrid asked if I was okay. I 
couldn't answer.

After hearing the rustling of paper and plastic, Ingrid came over to me, got 
into the window and gently removed the clamps. The blood rushed back into my 
nipples; they felt like they would burst then the pain eased and 
extraordinary feelings spread from them all over me, but especially to my 
pussy. It was certainly a jolt to my nervous system, now highly sensitised. 
Nothing could have stopped me clutching myself had I been able to move. The 
sticky slime almost gushed down my thigh. I could smell it, my woman sex 
bouquet wafted from me. I felt gloriously close to coming, but had to hold 
back.

Neither Angelina nor Ingrid had yet given me permission to orgasm. My 
clitoris ached as it throbbed, keeping pace with my labia and heartbeat. My 
body was beginning to quiver with tiredness and tension.

Anne turned off the front lights: then came over and put foundation cream on 
my breasts. The ecstasy was unreal, but she quietly said, "This is to cover 
your nipples and areolae from being obviously real while we dress you."

'Oh, god,' I thought, 'more touching, more teasing, more people watching me, 
I don't know whether I can stand it.' It didn't occur to me that I had no 
choice, I was way beyond that.

Angelina had mesmerised me but I was conscious of everything, sensed 
everything and remembered everything. And that girl was still there 
watching. The front lights came back on somewhat brighter than before. 
Ingrid crouched at my feet, stockings and shoes in hand. Anne stood next to 
me pretending to tip me over. I raised my leg for Ingrid. She ran her hand 
up my calf the other feeding on the foot of the stocking. Her touch was 
fabulous. Then she put her cheek on my thigh as both hands carefully rolled 
the stocking up my leg.  She licked me. My knees weakened and I thought I 
would fall, but no, I couldn't. She moved to do the other side when the 
first was snugly up. Anne switched sides too, but this time she grabbed a 
breast and an arm to tip me up.

Her nails dug into me, but the pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Then, 
seconds later, Ingrid was feeding the other stocking on my leg. She put her 
soft cheek on my thigh again and licked me some more. My mind swam in the 
delightful sensations I was getting. My syrup was under the stocking and 
made dark patches in the tops. Ingrid scampered off to get more stuff. Anne 
held onto my breast very firmly, kneading it slightly as we waited. She now 
had seen the girl staring at us, her mouth gaping open.

She seemed both aghast and fascinated by our display. I think she was 
perhaps being turned on by seeing me nude and being rather roughly handled 
by Anne and Ingrid..
Ingrid returned with the black underwear. Anne got herself a better grip on 
me as Ingrid fed each foot through the leg holes then pulled them up into my 
squishy sopping pussy. Again the delectable sensations of pain followed by 
unbelievably exquisite ecstasy.

The roller-coaster ride of Ingrid putting my brassiere on me, was 
sensational. She pulled or stretched my breasts up, making sure to pinch my 
nipples while doing so. This would normally make me moan with pleasure, but 
to have opened my mouth and make a sound would have given me away. My face, 
but not my mind, remained passive throughout[ag11].

The skirt was next, Ingrid making sure she made as much contact with my skin 
as possible, while Anne followed her lead. The jacket was a breeze to put 
on, but Anne and Ingrid made so much body contact doing it, I wondered 
whether, in other circumstances, it might [PJ12]have been considered 
indecent assault. [PJ13]Anne finished me off by applying a touch of make-up 
here and there, presumably to repair the damage.

Ingrid then removed the cheesecloth. I was illuminated by the spotlights and 
all the audience, consisting mainly of my friends, clapped Anne and Ingrid. 
And I just stood there with my pussy flooding the clean panties. My nipples 
rock hard and pulsating in time with my clitoris, made me feel so 
humiliated. I could have sworn that they all knew how hot I was, including 
the girl who had joined in.

Anne and Ingrid went outside to check their handiwork leaving me alone. 
Didn't they know I was about to collapse in fright or perhaps in sheer 
enchantment at my exposure? But I wasn't naked now, highly sensitised, yes, 
but far from where I'd started.

My innards churned.   The mob outside just leaned against the balustrade 
waiting for me to move, but still I couldn't budge. I was glued to the spot. 
Now I was scared shitless.

Leaving Anne to chat to the obviously excited girl, Ingrid returned, saying, 
"All right, Alessia, you are free to move."

Yeah, right, I thought, everybody would really know then.  I was frozen to 
the spot wondering what the hell I would or could do now. All the shop 
lights were on, I was certain of that. The girl outside had two friends with 
her now and they all were staring intensely at me, grinning like Cheshire 
cats. I couldn't just stay there, my muscles were too fatigued and sore. Oh, 
shit, what was I to do? The humiliation was unbearable, but I was so excited 
I couldn't think straight. I now was under no illusion that as soon as I 
moved, everybody looking would know for sure I was real and not a 
shop-window dummy.

Of course, my body was betraying me. My nipples were throbbing like crazy 
letting me know I was alive. Just in case they hadn't noticed, my whole 
groin was red, puffed and I think even my clitoris was peeking out at the 
small but growing crowd. I eventually fathomed that anyone who really looked 
at me must quickly realise I was real and that I was as horny as hell. The 
dress, thankfully, covered my pussy, but I'd convinced myself that the pale 
skin of my upper thighs were visible above the lacy stocking tops. Anne and 
Ingrid had left my legs parted, and the dress that Ingrid had chosen was 
open high in the front of the skirt section. It must have looked as sexy as 
anything.

I was quite near Ingrid and Anne, so on sizing up the few options available, 
I decided that as Ingrid was intent on owning me, whatever that really 
meant, it sounded great.  I concluded that I had better not upset her, so I 
swiftly jumped from my position in the window, gabbed Anne and kissed her 
right on the mouth, hard and furiously passionate. I bent her over backwards 
so it made it harder for her to escape my clutches. Her dress had a nice 
cleavage so I kissed down her neck and slipped my hand in to hold her 
breasts. She was gasping for air at my sudden attack and struggled to get 
free, but I held her firmly.

The crowd outside was cheering for me, yelling for me to get her gear off 
and such like.

But Ingrid stopped me in my tracks with a sharp, "Alessia, stop that and 
come here."

I almost dropped Anne on the floor, who giggling, ran outside to her three 
new young  friends and I took the few steps to Ingrid,

"Yes Ingrid," I said, very self-conscious of my now obvious sexual 
orientation in front of a fair sized group of spectators.

She said in a no uncertain tone of command, "Get on your knees before me."

"Yes Ingrid."

She produced a studded-suede collar saying, "You are mine, are you not?  You 
want me, don't you, and I mean to own you?"

It wasn't really a question, she knew I wanted her and if it meant being 
submissive to her that was just fine with me. I felt proud that she would 
want me as her lover who did everything for her. Even if I had to lick her 
feet clean and take orders from her without question, I would do it. I 
really loved her and I could trust her not to put my health at risk or 
really harm me.

"I . . . I . . . er, I think . . . " I stammered, somewhat taken back by the 
time, place and my vulnerability, given I was in front of a growing number 
of bemused onlookers..

"Alessia, my slave, of course you want me to own you. If you don't want to 
be mine then  leave me now. Your 'Liz Davenport' dress and stuff are for you 
either way."

Softening her voice and looking at me as I looked up at her, "You decide 
now, what is it to be?" her eyes were sparkling, lovingly but intense and a 
little intimidating; a lot intimidating and I was extremely embarrassed and 
humiliated. My whole body shook in a dazed shock, but I loved Ingrid and I 
knew she loved me. It would have been awful not to have her, so I bowed my 
head to her in deference.

"I will stay with you."

"You will accept my collar?"

"I will; I will be proud to wear it."

"Then pull your hair away from your neck while I put it on you. From the 
time I do it up until we part, only I may take it off, so are you sure?"

"Yes, Ingrid, I am yours."

I lifted my hair and she took off my little choker, then buckled and locked 
my new one, hers, in place. I heard the lock click and I swallowed hard. 
Some people in the crowd outside started clapping and then most followed 
suit. I felt a strange surge of lust and fright go through me. The crowd had 
gone quiet until we finished, but now gawked at me as they clapped.

Ingrid said, "Go to Anne, she will dress you properly."

I stood towering over her, but I felt a warmth in me that was overwhelming. 
Anne removed my bra and cleaned off the foundation cream and powder from my 
breasts. I just drooled at her as she wiped the cleaning pad over me. My 
eyes fogged over and my legs went wobbly weak. I wasn't going to be able to 
keep it together if I were treated like this. She dressed me and I rather 
mechanically assisted by moving to slip into the sexy dress again.

Ingrid continued, "The club rule in respect of not wearing panties in the 
coffee shop now applies at all times, Alessia, my slave.  I want to be able 
to see your cunt anytime I want and I want free access to it, to any of you, 
at anytime. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ingrid."

I shuddered as I said that. And I never use 'cunt' for pussy; I think it's 
vulgar. The dress I was wearing had a centre split that was cut to gape open 
and it would be difficult to not expose myself now and again. It seemed that 
now I had stepped outside socially accepted boundaries,  boundaries that 
evidently were to be expanded way past anything I'd experienced or 
fantasised about. I had only to make full-on passionate love in the nude, in 
public, to achieve my original goal on joining the club. So, I was to wear 
no panties from now on. I had my back to the shop window, but all three of 
us knew people were watching.

Ingrid came round to inspect me. She leaned close to kiss my cheek, but as 
she did she cupped my sopping pussy in her hand and rubbed it fast, hard and 
furiously. Suddenly she stopped just at the point that I was going over the 
edge. My eyes begged her to finish.

She looked at me asking, "Did Angelina say you could orgasm?"

"No Ingrid."

"Did I say you could?"

"No Ingrid."

"You nearly did just then, didn't you?"

"Yes Ingrid."

"Should I punish you, perhaps by denying you the privilege of orgasm?"

Aghast, I had no answer; I could not now deny my intent, I had admitted it. 
I looked downcast, dismayed and mumbled an apology.

Ingrid said to me, "From now on you orgasm for my pleasure, not your own. 
Now stay close to me with your back to the crowd and look into my eyes."

I did as she asked: I shuffled closer, then looked into her eyes. As our 
eyes met I felt her fingers sliding all over my cunt. She sought out my hood 
gripping firmly it along its length. I don't know how she does this, it's a 
knack she has but of course, I have a good well defined hood for her to 
hold. She then moves the whole hood back and forth around the clitoris 
exposing it then covering it again. Slowly at first, then speeding up until 
orgasm is inevitable. My head spun in rapture and my eyes went teary as the 
inevitable approached, but she had not given me permission.

I just quivered as the sensations swept me away.

"Anytime now sweet slave," Ingrid said smiling.

I stiffened rapidly, built to orgasm, and drenched her hand and my legs as 
wave after wave of built-up tension washed away. My knees buckled, but Anne 
held me upright. Ingrid whispered,

"Good slave, come now; come until it hurts, but from now on you only come 
when I say you can. Clear?"

"Yes Ingrid."

She slipped two fingers into my sopping silkiness curling them into a hook 
and pulled me to her by them. I moaned loudly in ecstasy. My breathing 
coming in short staccato bursts as orgasms continued with the second 
onslaught, even if it was no more than extreme pressure on my pussy walls 
and a tenderised clitoris.

"Come with me and we'll celebrate our new status: mistress and slave.  But 
first, turn and bow exaggeratedly low three times to your adoring audience.  
In doing so you should also expose your delightful breasts in the process. 
So nice slow bows, my slave. Start as soon as I go outside."

I stood there in a kind of trance,  letting my honey dribble out onto my 
thighs and the floor. Ingrid cleansed her hands by offering them to me to 
lick clean. And then she left me with Anne while she spoke to Angelina.

"Stay here while I talk to Angelina. Anne, one favour please: look after my 
property till I return."

I started my bows as she left me. I felt the weight of my swinging breasts 
hanging from my chest. I tugged at the sides of the gorgeous dress to pull 
it off my shoulders to open the front. I could feel it had opened.  When I 
reached the lowest part of my bow,  I looked to see if my breasts were 
visible.   They were fully exposed, swaying, with tight throbbing knots for 
nipples. My humiliation was now complete, but I loved it and they did look 
good, I thought. I looked up for approval from 'Mistress Ingrid'. I got a 
'thumbs-up' look.

My whole body tingled with the afterglow of that massive series of orgasms 
that hadn't quite finished. I felt as if I were in heaven.

I whispered to Anne, "Help me finish this trip, please."

She smiled saying, "I've never experienced anything like this before, so 
forgive me if I'm useless."

She put her arm around my waist and pressed three fingers deeply into me, 
filling me. I gasped once again as she triggered another series of small, 
but oh, so gorgeous mini orgasms. I staggered. She pushed me against the 
shop partition where I leaned on it breathlessly, my head lolling about. My 
pussy hadn't experienced three fingers that hard very often and the sudden 
stretch sent me wild.

Anne's face swam before my eyes; she looked beautiful, but so was my world. 
It had shrunk to the size of my body. I floated about and  I returned to 
earth satisfied for the time being. Anne rushed back outside to hold her new 
friend, drawing her into the midst of the members. I saw Anne take her 
friend by the chin and the back of her neck and kiss her gently for a long 
time. I saw them break and the younger girl, about sixteen, perhaps 
seventeen opened her eyes looking at Anne incredulously but lustfully. Anne 
kissed her again, This time I saw mouths open and tongues seeking each 
others. Anne's hand slid down from the chin she had held to cup a breast, 
her thumb seeking the hardening bump that must be there, under the girl's 
top. Once again they broke apart, Anne smiled at her friend, the smile was 
returned and they kissed even more passionately.

Anne, I saw, had moved behind the girl and Anne reached up under her top 
while she kissed her neck. The girl's eyes focused on me.  I knew I was 
flushed in the face and as I still felt horny, most likely I looked as 
though I was. Indeed, I felt dreamy hot and knew Ingrid was about. I was 
sort of swaying on my high-healed shoes and my hips were moving 
provocatively from side to side taking my breasts on a ride with them. I 
smiled back at her as she caught my eye. Neither of us were embarrassed. It 
was almost as though, at that moment, there was a bond between us.

Anne's hands looked to be busy under the short top and the girl's eyes 
closed.  I saw her reach in under her skirt with one hand the other was 
raised to hold Anne's head. I was surprised to then see Anne raise the top 
and two gorgeous creamy breasts popped into view. I quivered in excitement 
as I imagined Anne suckling them. As it was, Anne's  hands played with them 
showing them off to the women surrounding the two of them. I suspected 
Anne's friend was close to coming as I watched her fresh young face get that 
vacant look one gets when near ecstasy, although she still was focused on me 
lustfully. Her hand working furiously under her skirt, was the last I really 
saw of her until later.

I turned away from that wonderful face, seeing from the corner of my eye 
Ingrid approaching me following her chat with Angelina saying, "Did you come 
again?"

"Yes Ingrid."

"Did I say you could, you slut?"

"No, Ingrid, but it was a contin . . .  " she cut me short,

"No is enough. You will be punished for disobeying me;" she said, frowning 
furiously at me.  "As you blatantly disobeyed me, what do you think would be 
a suitable punishment?"
"Um . . . I don't know, Mistress. I may not orgasm for twenty four hours, 
but pleasure you several times."

"Yes, all right, but it's not enough.  Give me your brassiere. A cunt and 
tits like yours should be seen, not covered," Ingrid spoke as if it was a 
matter of fact and ought to be permanent.

I shuddered in humiliation, 'slut, cunt, tits', all words not used in our 
club circle, though common enough at university and so on. And wearing this 
dress without a bra would show a huge cleavage and perhaps not cover my 
areolae or even my nipples. I unclipped the bra from the back and slipped my 
arms out of the straps, passing the offending item to my mistress. To my 
relief my areolae were covered but the swelling of my thirty-six D-cup boobs 
would draw all eyes to me. Almost any movement by me, even walking, would 
see them bounce or swing into full view. I felt my labia start filling with 
blood once again. Soon I would be dribbling down my legs. It was as if I 
were permanently turned on, in fact, I believe that will be true as long as 
I submit to Ingrid in this sexual way. I understand that my mind and my 
glands will now do this as a matter of habit or expectation after a period 
of training.

I glanced over to the club members and saw Anne's friend leaning into Anne 
contentedly. I grinned inwardly to myself. I held my head high as Ingrid 
took my hand as we did often when together. I saw her looking at my breasts 
and I proudly puffed out my chest for her pleasure.

"Come with us while we have a meal and a bottle or two of Champagne," and 
clipping a chain onto my collar Ingrid, my 'Mistress', led me away.

END OF CHAPTER 14 - To be continued.

By Alessia Gerini, copyright (c) 2002

I'd love comments to alessia_gerini@hotmail.com

[PJ1] You must put these attributions on the same line/para as the direct 
speech.
[PJ2] Do you need this 'um'?
[PJ3] You frequently put a full stop at the end of direct speech and then 
follow it with an attribution, that is ' Ingrid giggled' or 'she said' etc.  
You can have a question mark or an exclamation mark, an ellipsis (three 
dots) or most likely a comma, but never a full stop.
[PJ4] This is not clear to me - I think it needs rewording
[PJ5] Do you want two 'I knew'.  I think one is enough really
[PJ6] I don't understand this 'black'   Black what?
[PJ7] To some 'alright' is acceptable, but for most it is still considered 
slovenly and somewhat illiterate.  If you insist I will leave it, but I 
don't like it!
[PJ8] You put in a paragraph break after a comma - that is a no no! You do 
it quite often.
[PJ9] None of my dictionaries including the OSED have 'lungful' as a single 
word, but I have recently acquired the Penguin Dictionary (2001 edition), 
which indicates that it is now acceptable.
[PJ10]  I think this is what you mean!
[ag11]I split this into three from one paragraph.
[PJ12] 'may' is for requests: 'May I leave you to finish off?'.  'Might' 
expresses possibility.
[PJ13] Rape is a bit far fetched - I hope you approve of my alternative.


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