“Wow you look great,” he enthused, “turn around let’s see the seams,” she slowly turned, “oh yes, very sluttish-lovely. Right, we’d best be off.”
“Richard, you’re not scaring me, I know you wouldn’t make me go out like this, I look like a tart.”
“You do indeed, that’s the whole point. Come on, get your bag, you don’t need a coat.” That scared her–he was serious.
“Richard, I can’t go out like this,” she pleaded, “what if somebody sees me?”
“As I said, that’s the whole point, come on.”
“Richard, I am not going out in public dressed like this.”
He knew it would happen, that at some time they’d reach a point of conflict. He remembered back to the time they lay in bed and she had begged him to make her go through with things she didn’t want to do. Well, that time had arrived. It felt wrong having to talk to her in such a manner–to play the uncaring aggressor–but he’d given her his word and he would stick to it.
“That band on your wrist,” he said sternly, “says that you can, and that you will. Pick up your bag and go to the car.” His tone was forceful and resolute. She collected her bag and went out to the car.
“Where are we going?” she asked, as he held the door open for her.
“I thought it would be fun to take a little drive, would you like that?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Put your seat belt on.” Before he closed the door he told her to put her hands behind the seat and then fixed them together with a pair of handcuffs. The nerves and excitement caused her heart to pound. He started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, slowly working his way down the front, looking into her eyes as he undid each one. When they were all free he pulled the two sides of the dress apart, exposing her to the cool air.
“It would be a shame not to complete the effect now wouldn’t it?” She didn’t attempt to answer the rhetorical question. He pulled down the bra cups to expose her breasts. There was nothing she could do to stop him; her bound wrists stopped her from covering herself or from reaching the seatbelt clip to get out of the seat and she didn’t even know whether she wanted to stop him. Her modesty was of secondary importance, he was only putting into practice what she had asked for. The whole slave thing was her idea and she got him to go along with it, he didn’t force her. She had to face whatever that meant in practice.
Richard backed the car out of the driveway and set off. Kate was grateful that there were few people around and little traffic to make them slow down. She blushed as she looked down at what people would see if they had the chance, her naked breasts and smooth, naked mound. Without taking his eyes from the road, Richard reached across and started to stroke between her legs. She pushed herself forward to ease his task.
“Don’t be dirty, somebody might see you,” he said, telling her off, she smiled at him.
They made their way out of the neighbourhood and turned onto the A1 heading north. As they reached busy areas they had to slow down. Amber light from the street lamps flooded into the car making her body appear to glow. Then it was the horror she had been dreading, the lights ahead turned to red. As the car slowed to a halt Kate wondered if anybody would catch sight of her sitting there naked. Should another car pull alongside them there would be no escape.
Richard reached over to casually play with her nipple and smiled. She looked across into his lap; yes he was certainly enjoying himself, and she was proud and pleased to be the instrument through which he gained that pleasure.
The lights changed and he pulled away, she had been saved. Was she disappointed? Did she want to be seen? She had enjoyed being exposed along the river on Sunday, but they were more distant onlookers, not just a few feet away.
They continued their journey for another fifteen minutes until they reached the motorway. Rather than join the main carriageway they went straight over and pulled into the car park of the service station.
“Here we are,” he said as he undid the handcuffs, “you’d better do your dress up.”
“Are we going in?” she asked, her voice high pitched with shock.
“Of course, there must be lots of whores in these places at night.”
As they walked toward the entrance, Kate gripped his arm, still not quite believing that he would want her seen like that. She constantly checked the hem of the dress, trying to ensure that it covered the stocking tops and wasn’t riding up. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and looked at him, the half-smile told her that he knew.
The walk to a free table seemed to take forever. Richard kept a firm grip on her arm, not the casual interlinking she was used to. Several pairs of eyes looked her way following her progress. Elbows nudged companions, followed by nods in her direction, then more eyes became witness to her shameful behaviour.
“I’ll go and get us a couple of coffees you grab that table over there.” He strode off to the counter leaving Kate to manoeuvre herself onto the bench seat as carefully as possible, trying to prevent the short dress from exposing any more flesh. The benches and tables were fixed to the floor so she bent her knees and slid onto the seat from the side.
While waiting at the counter Richard observed the scene before him. A pair of what looked like lorry drivers openly stared, the father of a family pretended not to look, a group of teenagers discussed her and two businessmen calmly admired her. Returning with the drinks he sat opposite Kate so as not to block the view for the audience. They sat and made small talk as though it were a normal visit for refreshment.
“Well, you’ve certainly made an impression here, haven’t you?” he said.
“Have you enjoyed showing me off?”
“Oh yes, it’s been wonderful, but that was only to get their attention, now it’s your turn.”
“What do you mean, my turn?”
“I told you on Sunday, that you’d have to expose yourself, not have me do it for you. This will be much more humiliating for you.”
“What do I have to do?” she asked. A slight tremor in her voice revealing her nerves.
“I watched you sit down–very impressive–hardly showed a stocking top. There are two business gents by the window who haven’t taken their eyes off you since we got here.” Kate glanced around casually and saw them, their table facing her, giving them a clear view of her from the side.
“Yes, I can see them.”
“I’m going to go to the toilet over there, when you see me come out, I want you to come over and join me.” Kate didn’t see any difficulty with his request until he continued. “You’re to expose yourself to those two men, give them a long open view.”
“What?” Richard stood up and walked to the toilets. Kate knew she only had a very short while to plan how she would accomplish her task and satisfy his request.
