Page 16 of Force Me To Obey


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“Tell me what you want from me,” he suddenly demanded.

Why the hell was he asking me that? “How about letting me come?” I threw in because I couldn’t help myself, even though it was probably the wrong thing to say.

I thought I saw him almost laugh, or maybe he was just relaying his amusement telepathically.

“You’ll come when you’re told,” he reminded me.

“Yes, I got that,” I answered back.

When we turned a corner, a beam of sunlight streamed in through the window directly on my pussy. I squirmed more, while pretending that my hands were tied and useless at my sides. I would have given anything to have a mouth fixed on my privates, sucking the gathering juices. But there would be no such luck for me—at least not for now.

Preston stopped the car and parked along a commercial street lined with trendy shops, jewelry stores, books stores and quaint cafés. Though it was a neighborhood for leisurely strolls, sipping cappuccino and quiet chat, I sensed there was a more urgent, more purposeful reason for our being there.

“You can put your feet down and cover your ass,” he spoke before he exited the car. He opened my door for me, and with a hand at the small of my back guiding me, he pushed me from the sidewalk into an alley between two buildings. A moment later, we darted into the first available door on our right, into the back room of a dress shop.

“Take off your clothes,” he told me immediately, his voice crisp. I was all-aflutter.

I looked around at the storeroom, which was filled, warehouse style, with shipping crates and clothes racks. There were several doors, which I imagined opened into the store itself, but they all were closed. We were alone. I quickly figured that this was a far less risky venture than the ones Preston had previously required of me. Following orders with no hesitation this time, I undid a few buttons and shrugged out of my blouse. My body warmed immediately with arousal as the air hit my skin. This thrill in me was something I’d never quite felt before—not quite the same as in my apartment, the 5th Floor Conference Room, or the downstairs basement of Morrow’s Seafood Grill. Only after my skirt was at my feet did I realize that Preston’s impassive but unremitting stare was making me flush with embarrassment, while my sexual desire climbed with unremitting zeal. The feeling was as good as it was frightening. Though it was an easy nakedness compared with my past experiences, I was soon sweating, my tummy all in a bind. Any second I expected that the evidence of my sexual arousal would be seeping from my pussy. If only he’d say something, I thought to myself, but he remained aloof and kept his intentions to himself.

A minute later, one of the far doors opened, and a pleasant looking woman appeared.

“Earlier than I expected you,” she nodded at Preston. She proceeded to review my body with a critical eye, as if I were an assignment, not a person. Being inspected by two pairs of eyes was almost too much for me to take. My legs turned to jelly while my excited crotch throbbed with desire.

“You have something appropriate ready?” Preston interrupted her task.

“Oh, my yes, Preston. You’ll love this.” Her eyes twinkled like those of a merry elf. Humm, I could have dived right inside her lovely aura—not to mention her gently curvaceous body. I supposed that she was about my age, and though she was impeccably dressed, not unlike Cassandra, there was a warmth to her personality that Cassy never had, nor most women like her would never display so effortlessly. For five minutes, her hands worked their magic with me, as she dressed me in the clothes that Preston ordered. Initially, I was a little surprised by the choice, but only for a few moments. When she was finished, she marched me to a mirror on the far side of the storeroom. One look and I realized the subtlety and the sexiness of my new attire.

A soft, brown sleeveless turtleneck sweater covered my torso from my neck to my waist. The style would have been reasonably modest, except that the knitted fabric was see-through under the right circumstances and lighting. My breasts stood out like two round globes, a pair of nipples interrupting the smooth look, jutting from—and sometimes through—the surface like bullets. The fact that I was braless was easily visible. The skirt was brown suede, hugging my hips firmly, while a dangerously deep slit parted the back nearly crotch high. I wouldn’t be able to bend over without showing my pussy.

“The heels?” the woman jumped in asking Preston.

“You have some that match?” he asked.

She smiled, and pulled a pair of dark brown suede pumps from a shoebox, stooping to put them on my feet. They were the perfect fit.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, while my master and the unnamed woman inspected me again. The entire outfit was accentuated by my pale brown skin, with the effect of making me look a bit like a sensuous brown cat. The way these clothes hugged my rounded curves, my body seemed to climb from them. The blatantly sexual image pleased me, although I was nervous about the obvious exposure of my breasts.

But, it was not my job to worry about being scandalous, immodest or cheap. If the outfit demeaned me in the eyes of the beholder, then it was for me to bear the barbs with grace. I was my master’s slut. That in itself was a freeing thought! Enjoying the power, the freedom to be the woman I wanted to be within this prison of rules and orders, my eyes gleamed back at me filled with the raw hunger of animal lust. Though I’d never looked this way before, I loved the woman I’d become.

After a few moments of careful consideration, Preston finally approved of my attire. “It will work for what I have planned.” And just that fast, he was ready to leave. His mind made up, he leaned toward the woman and kissed her lightly on the cheek—a perfunctory kiss, not an intimate one, but something they might have done for years. It seemed sisterly.

My discarded clothes ended up in a shopping bag, which I carried from the shop. Though we exited from the same door we entered, and moved directly toward the street, I was hardly protected from the eyes of those who passed us as we headed for the car. Most of the people were too busy with themselves to notice me, but one woman in particular and two men couldn’t help but gaze in wonder at my chest, tits bobbing in plain sight, covered by just the sheer brown fabric. In the sunlight, the lurid effect was even more noticeable. My hunger for this new sexual power grew.

Getting gracefully into the sports car proved as difficult as I imagined it would be. There was no way to do so without bending over and exposing my naked ass. But giving me no room to hesitate, Preston determinedly pushed me over as I stooped to crawl in the car headfirst. My only hope was that he was behind me, blocking the unconcealed view of my rear cleft. Either that or I was flashing the world.

I turned back to see where Preston was. He must have seen the flicker of fear in my eyes.

“You’re doing fine, Skye,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear, as several people glanced our way. As I bent over, Preston laid his hand on my ass. “You’re lying if you tell me you’re modest,” he said, giving my ass a squeeze and shoving me into the car.

Of course, he was right.

By that time, my body was so stimulated that I was afraid I would explode. But safely in the car, I had a few minutes to settle again.

“Bound women learn not to flinch at their orders,” he reminded me.

“And I’m a ‘bound woman’?” I asked.

“I would think your agreement with me would make that obvious to you.”

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