This is one of Lady Sonia’s favorite stories, it goes like this. The sun came through the tall windows, flittering down between the book shelves and books softly, dancing with the dust motes that lingered in the air. It was pleasant here, at least for her; she readjusted her glasses and focused again on the text open before her. She could feel the headache growing inside her, it happened sometimes, she still wasn’t use to the glasses and the affect they had or didn’t have. She couldn’t read without them, not without asking for a headache and the current one was building because she had attempted just that. Bad idea apparently.

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Her lips parted in a yawn as she stretched in her chair, her plain white button up blouse straining over her generous bosom as her legs uncoiled from beneath the chair her sweetly curved bottom rested in. Spencer’s Fairy Queen was interesting, truly it was but today it was just not holding her mind, and the small text was blurring before her eyes, even with the glasses. She shook her head, her curls moving around her shoulders easily before resettling as she rested her chin in the cup of her palm and glanced around her at the bookshelves.

She was all alone here too, just studying for something that wasn’t happening for two more weeks and everyone else had obliviously found better things to do. Perhaps she was too much of an over achiever. Suddenly the female felt hands on her shoulders, teasing her skin through the curtain of her hair, the heat of the hands going through her white linen blouse and plain gray vest. Her head turned, eyes widening before they took in the sight of him. “Oh..sir..” she turned in her seat, her hands reaching up towards him only to have his hands close around hers and pull her upward, out of her chair. She went, her gray skirt sliding around her long legs even as her kitten heels hit softly against the floor in clacks, she stumbled into his taller frame and blushed, smiling shyly up at him.

“How is my good girl?” She shivered slightly at the low chuckle in his voice, at the memory of when those words had last been spoken. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she tried to find the words to speak. “Bored.” The truth came from her lips as she stood before him, her hands still imprisoned in his grasp. He tsked.

“We can’t have that now can we?” She shook her head slowly, curious about why he was here. And how, oh how could her greatest wish have suddenly come true and he was here in the flesh before her, holding her against him. He had been so busy, so distant of late, and she had fallen back into her studies to try and ignore the fact that she seemed only a bother to him. His hands exerted a gentle pressure on her arms and she inhaled, her eyes looking up at him as memories entered her mind, her legs clenching together as she found herself suddenly weak limbed, her knees melting and her whole body betraying her by voicing a very vocal wish for him to touch her.

He grinned, noting the difference in her bearing and turned the two of them so that her back was against the bookshelves, one hand remained on hers, keeping them together while the other ran down her body, a teasing caress that earned a soft whimper from her. She was wet and she knew it now, her body wanted him so badly, he had made certain it was so. His hand slipped under the hem of her short skirt and trailed upward toward the juncture between her legs, her lips parted this time in a moan as his fingers caressed her through the scanty material of her lace underwear.

“Oh, what a good girl you are…” he murmured and she nodded wordlessly, backing with his steps so that her butt was up hard against the bookshelves, he urged her hands higher, resting them on the rails that ran on either side of the metal bookshelf. The cool metal against her heated flesh sent a shiver down her spine. “Keep your hands there babydoll…” His voice chuckled as she nodded shakily, her eyes half closed and yet fixed on him as his hands shaped her figure through her clothing, undoing the buttons of her gray vest. Her breathing strained the buttons of her white shirt though, her lips parted in the soft pants that was now her air. She felt her whole body tremble as he stood there, just looking at her, hardly touching her body, a whimper sounding from deeper within her throat, her body pulsated with her need, she needed him so badly she ached.

“Please sir..” she begged softly, earning a gleam of heat from his eyes and another low chuckle, one of those special ones, deeper then normal that sent a rush of dampness through her body. She could feel her desire on her legs now, and she knew her panties were completely ruined. Her vest hung off her arms, his hands reached toward her and she almost sobbed in relief, only to have him hardly touch her, his fingers barely gazing her skin as he undid the tiny pearl buttons of her shirt. her clothing felt like too much, she wanted it gone, off her flushed skin. She began to lower her arms only to have him tsk, disapproving. “No, don’t. Do as your told babydoll, now what is it?”

“Too much clothing…” she murmured, her cheeks coloring with a blush as she spoke. He smirked and came closer to her, his hands reaching up, bringing her arms down to slip off the vest, yet when it came to her white shirt he lifted her arms back up, folding her fingers around the railings. His hands went down, trailing along her limbs, then fisting the fabric of her shirt in his hands, pulling it taunt against her back.

She stilled, watching him with eyes dark and slumberous heated. They both were silent, frozen there, eyes locked with heat arching between the two although now that her shirt hung open it revealed the creamy skin of her breasts covered only by a simple white bra. Then the sound of ripping fabric rent the air as his hands yanked the cloth apart. Her lips parted in a earthy gasp as she grasped tighter onto the metal beneath her hands, her body quivering slightly in response. Now he leaned close, his lips parting as he laid a kiss onto the pale column of her neck, brushing her curls out of the way, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The kiss turned into a soft suction against her skin, then teeth scraped, grazed ever so slightly, she shivered against him, moaning softly, her eyes shut and skin flushed pink. Still he did not touch her with anything other then his mouth, and that a slow, languid, wandering touch, one minute sucking hard enough at some part of her smooth skin to color it a rosy red, the next just a simple chaste kiss pressed against her flesh. “Please please, oh sir….please” she whimpered the words, her need making her voice a earthy sound. His hands finally came to touch her sides, where her figure began to curve outward, steadying her as he chuckled.

“Very well little one.” And with that his hands began their exploration of her skin. It was like he had no knowledge of anything about her, shaping each inch of her skin, touching everywhere, seeking out the places that made her wither against him in surprise reaction. His fingers came to her back, he pressed up closer to her front and she arched her body into him, trying to press herself into him, searching blindly for release. He undid the clips to her bra, then moving to the little clips in the front that would change the article into a strapless bra if need be. He made short work of those, and the bra dropped away, discarded on the floor to reveal the full pertness of her large breasts. The skin was translucent, so pale that her veins showed easily, except for the softly pink nipples, and the richer color of the hardened buds that jutted outward in her arousal.

“So pretty…” his voice took on a tone of possessiveness, one that tightened her body further even though he stepped further away to examine her, his eyes running over all that he could see, taking in the trembling of her arms as she clenched the railings tight for support. He stepped forward, softly guiding her hands down, letting the ruins of her shirt fall to the ground to join her bra and vest, his body turned her again, guiding her back toward her desk, although his hands pushed her books out of the way, clearing the surface. She went as he directed, although she stumbled a time or two, unsteady in her kitten heels. His hands somehow made her skirt vanish, it snaked down her legs to pool around her feet. “Step out of it pet.” He murmured and she did, his hands reached around her to cup her butt in his hands before he lifted her slightly, placing her sitting on the desk. She sat there, the sunlight falling over her pale figure, her curls a mused halo around her flushed cheeks, her eyes depths of molten green and bronze.

Her lips parted and she softly licked her lips, wetting them as she started remembering herself, and reached to cover her nudity. He reached out and stopped her. “No.” was all he said, and she surrendered to his order, nodding slowly.

His hands went to his own shirt next, watching her with those brilliant eyes of his, slowly undoing the buttons, baring his skin to her eyes, which were fixed on him, she was now shameless as she sprawled on the table top near nude and watched him. Finally the shirt was open and with a casual shrug it was gone, on the floor, her eyes watched it descend only to travel back up his body. His hands moved down, touching on the top of his pants but then he chuckled. “Not yet.“ She watched his actions with riveted eyes. She wanted him nude as she was, she craved to see his form but he had said not yet and so it would not happen yet.

He came closer, his hands coming up now, reaching out to devour her skin with his burning touch. His fingers stroked along her skin, the softness of it pleasing to him. Her spine bowed when his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, the sensitive skin sending a hoarse cry flying from her lips. “..mas..ter….” she moaned for him, her legs parting as his legs angled to move between them. She whimpered in protest when his hands left her breasts, to dance down the rest of her skin, fondling her butt as well, urging her up, partly off the table so that her whole body was his plaything. She trembled against him, a thing gone aflame with desire. “Oh..sir, master please, please…”

“Please what sweet? Tell me what you want, tell me how much you want me, how badly your little body needs me.” he ended his statement with his hands slipping inside her panties, playing softly in the wetness of her juices. “Master…please, I need you, oh…I…I need you, inside me. My body needs you please, please please…” she nearly cried the last. He chuckled again, both hands going to her lace panties, ripping them swiftly just like he had her shirt. She cried out, the violent tearing of fabric so close to her sensitive flesh sending shudders down her spine.

“Good girl, good pet.” Her eyes were large and excited as they fixed on him, as his hands went to his own pants, undoing the buttons, the material falling away to reveal the obvious tent of his arousal in his boxers. She licked her lips, her throat working as she stared at him, flushed and wet with excitement. He stepped into her legs again, and she tugged down his boxers without him even having to say a word, freeing his jutting length, and her eyes worshipped it.

His hands kneaded her buttocks again, lifting her slightly off the table and then, in one sweet, perfect moment, he rammed into her, hard, commanding, his body possessing hers as she cried out for him, withering as the sweet fire infected her veins. His thrusts earned a litany of moans and whimpers from her, her body shivering, trembling as he impaled her again and again, until finally she broke, screaming, convulsing violently around his shaft as he buried himself and they came together.

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We’ve arranged to go out for the evening. I meet you at your apartment to help you get ready. I’ve had your hair dyed Lucille Ball red and I tease it and spray multiple coats of hair spray. It is stiff and huge. Then I apply your make up for the outing. Bright blue eye shadow with false eyelashes. Strong blush and glaring red lip stick. Going to your closet I look thru the clothes you’ve purchased at my request. I select a very short denim skirt, white halter that barely contains your tits and red leather platform heels. But first, I go to the jewelry box to select “special” jewelry for the evening. Finding what I’m looking for, I tell you to sit on the bed and pull your robe open. Caressing your tits, I remove your “everyday” nipple rings and replace them with the heavy cages that stretch your nipples long. You moan in delight as I fondle your nipples while changing out the rings. Then pushing you back on the bed, I push your knees apart to reveal your cunt. It is wet from my attention to your transformation for the night. You have a simple ring thru your clit that I attach a bell. It is heavy but makes a gentle tinkling sound when you walk. I pull your pussy lips apart and stroke the opening. Your cunt gushes juices and they puddle on the spread under your ass. I roll you over and tell you to get on your hands and knees. Grabbing the paddle I use on you, I spank your ass hard on each cheek. You count “One … Thank you Mistress Sonia. May I have another. Two .. Thank you Mistress Sonia. May I have another.” This continues until I’ve given you a total of twenty smacks. You ass is bright red and your juices are running down the insides of your thighs. I pull you to your feet and you get dressed. The skirt is just barely long enough to hide your ass and the bell that dangles from your clit. The halter is two sizes two small and your tits are barely contained. But the nipples cages show thru and leave no doubt to anyone’s mind.

You look at yourself in the mirror and see how slutty you look and blush with embarassement and humiliation. I’m standing next to you in a black silk coat dress that is very conservative compared to what you are wearing. I unbutton the two buttons holding the dress together and show you the red push up bra & thong I am wearing underneath. But you also see that I am wearing a strap-on. Attached to the strap-on is an 8″ black dildo that is about 4″ thick. “See what the little slut is going to get if she’s a good girl tonight” I tease you.

We go out to the car and I instruct you to drive. I love watching you drive the standard transmission as your skirt slides up to reveal your shaved cunt. And I hope that we drive by several trucks so that the drivers get a good look at you as you drive. Giving you instructions to the restaurant, you realize we are going to the place that your ex-husband and his bosses frequent. “Please Mistress Sonia, anywhere but there. I can’t have him see me like this. Or his bosses.” you beg. I laugh “why do you think I’ve chosen this place? I know for certain that he and 3 of his bosses are having drinks and dinner here tonight.”

You are squirming in the seat as you drive and I can tell that you are trying to delay arriving at the restaurant. To amuse myself on the trip, I reach over and run my fingers into your pussy coating them with your juices. Then I open my dress and pull the dildo up so that it is standing up in my lap. I use the slime from your pussy to stroke the dildo like I was jacking myself off. You are watching me and licking your lips. When my hand dries out I scoop some more of your juices and keep stroking. Moaning out loud at the motions. This distracts you enough that we make the rest of the drive to the restaurant quickly. You start to pull into the back to park, but I tell you to pull up to the valet. You do and start to get out. “Oh no … you need to clean the pussy juice off this black cock first.” You look around the car for a tissue. “Ha ha … no slut, lean over here and lick it clean.” You look up at the valet who has arrived by your door. “Just a moment sir, it will only take a moment for my slut to clean my cock before we go in.” Horrified you lean over and begin licking delicately at the cock. I put my hand in the stiff hair on the back of your hair and shove your head down on the cock. Choking you as it bangs the back of your throat. You suck harder and manage to get it clean. But you’ve smeared your lipstick. You try to straighten it and clean your face, but I grab your hand. “We don’t have time for that. Let’s go into the restaurant and see who’s here.” I laugh and pull you into the restaurant.

We walk into the restaurant and up to the hostess. She looks at you and sneers at your smeered lipstick and slutty clothes. This is an upscale restaurant and you are obviously not dressed approriately. I ask her if your ex’s party has arrived and she says yes looking confused. I ask for the table closest to their’s. I want to make sure that they are able to see you! She goes off to get the table cleared for us. You can see her talking to the waitstaff and pointing to you. They are all laughing at you. You blush and try to hide behind me. I pull you forward and tell you to clasp your hands behind your back. This thrusts your tits out even further … you are on the verge of a wardrobe malfunction.

The hostess returns and escorts us to our table. You try to sit with your back to your ex and his co-workers, but I pull you around so that you are facing them. And instead of sitting across the table from you, I sit catty-corner so that their view of you is unobstructed. It takes a minute, but two of the bosses notice you. They start to oggle you, then do a double-take when they realize who you are. Slowly one of them reaches to your ex and tugs on his arm to get his attention. He turns to look and starts to laugh. Then he too realizes that this slut at the next table, who everyone is looking at, is his ex-wife. You start to shrink in your chair but I hiss that you are to sit up and be proud of the slut that you are!

You ex stands up and turns to the table. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here dressed like that?” he snarls at you. I fix him with a look. “She belongs to me now and is dressed the way I wish her to be dressed. She is a slut and should be dressed like one.” He sputters but can’t come up with a reply. He staggers back to his table and falls into his chair. Rests his head in his hands. His co-workers are peppering him with questions, but all he can do is shake his head. The waiter comes over and I place our drink order. I realize that you are sitting with your knees pressed tightly together. I slide my hand under the table and tap your legs. You look at me with a plea in your eyes. I shake my head and tap your leg again. You sigh and spread your knees apart. As you do the bell hanging from you clit tinkles and draws some attention. As the waiter comes back with our martinis, I ask if they have a larger candle for our table. The one we have is just barely putting out any light. I want your hair, make-up and especially your tits with the nipple cages to be on full display for all the patrons of the restaurant. He blushes along with you as I explain this to him, but he returns quickly with two small table lights. “We don’t have any more candles, but I hope these will work” he says. I turn them on, pleased with the much brighter light now illuminating our table. Your nipples are poking so hard thru the light fabric of your halter that I’m almost afraid that the material will rip. This gets more attention from your ex’s table and the other tables surrounding us.

I order our dinner and we sit and chat waiting on our food. Well, at least I chat. You are so mortified and embarassed. I realize that our order will be arriving soon. “You need to excuse yourself to go to the ladies room.” “No, Mistress Sonia”, you whisper “I’m ok.” Chuckling, “That wasnt’ a question. It was a command.” I say. “And make sure you take the long way around the room. I want all these conservative tight asses to see truly what a nasty slut you are.” “And make sure that bell tinkles when you walk.” I wink at you.

You push your chair back get up. Your bell tinkles nicely. Hesitantly at first you start your walk around the room. “TABBY” I announce. You immediately raise your head and swish your hips as you finish the route to the restroom. Laughter and snickers follow you as you make your way. I grab the arm of a passing waiter and ask for another napkin in a rather loud voice. “It seems my companion has left a rather large pussy juice puddle on her chair.” He looks down to see indeed that you have left a sticky mess on the seat. Several of the men from other tables strain to see it as well. He returns with the napkin and starts to wipe it up. “Oh no, give the napkin to me.” I hold it in my hand until you return to the table. Now, more eyes are on you as many have heard my comment. You look nervously around wondering what they are all talking about. When you get to the table, I hand you the napkin and instruct you to clean up your mess. “It looks like your cunt has been leaking sweetie.” You blush even more and lean to clean up the mess. This afford the table behind us with a lovely view of your shaved cunt and the bell dangling between your thighs. One of the men reaches over and with his fingers makes it jingle a nice little song. Your ex is watching in furty and embarassment. You finish cleaning the chair and return to your chair just as our food arrives.

We eat our meal in silence. You only nibble at your food as you are so self-consious of being watched and stared at. After I finish eating I order after dinner drinks and lean back in my chair. I lovingly reach over and stroke your cheek. You’ve done so well at dinner. “I think I need my cock stroked now.” I push my chair back a bit and part my dress just enough that the thick black cock springs up in my lap. “Stroke my cock for me slut.” You glance around to see if anyone is still watching … of course they are! You tentatively being stroking the dildo. “Oh no … it needs some lubricant. Scoop some of your juices up before you do any more.” Blushing furiously now, you slip your hand between you legs and run your fingers up into your cunt. Your eyes flutter close briefly as you touch yourself. I nudge you on the shoulder and you return to the task at hand. Your fingers are dripping with your nectar and you reach across and wrap your fingers around my strap-on cock and being stroking it. I drop my head back a bit … pretending that I can really feel you stroking my hardness. The waiter come up to the table with the bill and sees your hand in my lap. Immediately his cock springs to life as well, hardening under his slacks. A quick glance around the room and most of the men are squirming in their chairs with their hands in their laps. I’m sure they are grasping their own hard cocks. Turned on by your sluttiness during the evening. I sign the check quickly and return it to the waiter. “Oh slut, your hand has dried again. Get it slippery and stroke me some more so I can fuck you.” The waiter stands transfixed as he watches you dip your fingers into your cunt again and bring them up shiny with juice.

You stroke it harder and faster. Like you were trying to get a cock ready to fuck you. Your breathing gets quicker. A quick glance shows that your juices are now running off the edge of the chair and dripping on the floor. “Hey, you!” I call out to your ex. “Did you ever make her fucking hot like that?” as I point to the puddle on the floor. He shakes his head with his mouth hanging open. No one in the room is even pretending not to watch you now. “I think it’s time for you to get fucked now, don’t you?” I wink at you. “Go to the hostess and ask if we may be excused to the parking lot so that you can get fucked.” are your instructions. “And make sure you announce that anyone who wants to watch can meet us outside.” You stumble a bit as you push your chair back and walk to the hostess. You begin talking to her quietly. “TABBY! I can’t hear you and niether can anyone else in the room!” “May I be excused so that my Mistress Sonia can fuck me?” you almost shout to the hostess. She numbly nods her head at you. You raise your voice again “Anyone who wants to see me fucked can come to the parking lot to watch.”

I get up and walk to the door of the restaurant. It is absolutely silent as I do. But as I push the door open and lead you out, I hear a loud scurrying as chairs are shoved aside and footsteps as the other patrons rush to the door. I signal the valet to bring our car to the front door.

As we stand there waiting, I pull your skirt up and trace my fingernails on the redness left on your ass from the spanking you received earlier. Then quickly until the knot at the back of your neck that holds your halter up, allowing your tits to spring free in the night air. The valet arrives with our car and starts to hand me the keys. I brush him off and push you to the end of the car. With a hand on the back of your neck, I push you down on the trunk. You have to tippy-toe but it puts your cunt on display in such a nasty way. The valet rushes over to the flower bed and turns one of the spot lights so that you are framed by it’s glare. Everyone has an unimpeeded look at your cunt. I step behind you with my strap-on standing at attention. There are several gasps from those that had not seen it’s size in the restaurant. I press the black head that is as large as a plum to the opening in your cunt. Sliding it up and down and coating it with your plentiful juices. Then pressing the head just inside, I reach up and pull you up by the hair. Your tits are bouncing and your nipples are stretched by the cages. Dropping you back down on the trunk, I shove with my hips and bury the cock deep into your pussy. “AAAAAAAAAAAA” you scream as it plows into you. Your moans and cries echo in the parking lot as I fuck your nasty cunt. “Do you like having me fuck you whore?” I hiss at you. You nod your head. I slap your ass with my open hand “I can’t hear you and neither can anyone else.” “YES Mistress Sonia” you scream. “I Love having you fuck me.” “Then beg for it” I demand. “Please Mistress Sonia, fuck my slut pussy. Treat me like the slut I am.” You are barely able to speak around your moans. I increase my thrusts. “Do you want to cum slut?” I ask. Again you nod your head. Two quick slaps to your ass and you remember to speak out loud. “Please Mistress Sonia. Please let your slut cum.” You are almost crying as I fuck you pushed over the trunk of the car. Most of the men now have their cocks out of their pants as they stroke themselves to the sight of you. “If I let you cum, you will have to reward all these nice men.” I chuckle. “Do you still want to cum?” “Oh fuck yes Mistress Sonia. Please let me cum. I’ll do whatever you want.” You are moaning and thrusting back against me. “Then cum slut!” I scream and immediately you beginning cumming. “FUCKCKKKKKKKK” Your body is quaking and shaking as wave after wave hit you. Just as it starts to end, I pull out and push you down to your knees. “All you fine men that are stroking your cocks … get over here and cover this slut with your cum!” There is a scramble as they push to get close to you. Within seconds, you are being covered with spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum. Your face, your hair, your tits. Your ex is standing in awe and jerking himself. I reach over and pull your head back. “Cum on her face!” I command him. He visably trembles and within two jerks, his spunk is covering your face. As soon as they have all emptied their loads onto you, I pull you up and push you into the car. We pull out of the parking lot with you covered in cum and me with a very pleased look on my face.