Acting Out Fantasies

This chapter is a little bit longer, but sets the stage for the birthday party. Thanks for being patient as I write and juggle commitments. I’d expect a chapter every week or two. Lots to come, stay patient!

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Pete and Michelle had finished breakfast by Friday at 11. That meant that she still had 59 hours to go of being a slave. But really, she only had 2 hours to go until she again saw the four men she had given her body to for the weekend. Since she had last seen them, she had solidified in her mind that not only was she going to finish out the weekend and fulfill her commitment, but she was also 99% that she wanted this lifestyle of submission to be a way of life for her.

She was going to trust that she and Pete would figure out how to work out the details of their arrangement, and that Pete would grow into the role of being Dom and husband. He had shown lots of promise this morning at the diner. She thought to herself,What an awesome thing it would be to give herself to someone who knew all of her buttons, all of her hang-ups, all of her vulnerabilities, and how to take advantage of them, but who also loved her, and would be her dom for her sake, not just his sadistic tendencies. But it was also delicious, in this state of mind, at least, that he did have an axe to grind with how bitchy she had been as his wife.

Putting her mind back on this weekend, there were only two decisions left for her to make. She needed to make out two lists for Jim as he planned her ultimate humiliation, and she needed to decide which list he would use. As they were driving — Michelle did not know where — Pete had told her to start working on the lists for Jim.

Jim’s instructions had been for list one to be a life-ruining list; people who, if they saw what Michelle was doing this weekend, would never be able to relate to her the same. This was a list for ultimate humiliation. That list was to include 2 close friends, 2 neighbors, 2 co-workers, 2 family members, and 2 others which Jim had not specified.

His instructions for list two were to include more casual acquaintances. The only people he had mentioned that had to be on this list were some of Pete’s friends, but she assumed this could mean the lawn boy or people who she knew from the community. This list would be easier to make, because the stakes were not so high; but Michelle was toying with an idea.

“Sir,” she spoke up, indicating that she wanted Pete to fill the role of Dom in his answer. “I’m thinking a naughty thought about these lists.”

“Do tell,” Pete responded.

“Well, what if I denied myself the capacity to go to list two by not even giving him a list two?”

“You mean only giving Jim the list with family members and co-workers and friends? Michelle, that’s not a good option.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

“Well first, I know that you think that this sexual high you’re experiencing is going to last, but I believe you are underestimating what these guys are going to put you through this weekend. If the going gets tough, and you need to lessen the blow with Jim, you need to have the second list available.

“And second, I know the idea of complete release from your social and familial obligations sounds appealing, with all the sexual highs you’ve already experienced, but you won’t be able to undo this thing on Sunday night. It will be permanently etched in the minds of the people who are watching, and maybe participating.”

“Ok,” said Michelle. But inside, that thought inspired another scenario.What if I like this so much that I want Jim to invite both lists? It was fun thinking about the second list anyway, so she worked on that. She added the lawn boy, Jack, who had just graduated from high school, and was the heartthrob for many of the “cougars” in the neighborhood, including herself. She added two female acquaintances that she knew from her gym, who loved to talk smack about their sexual conquests. She’d show them!

Fulfilling Jim’s request, she added three of Pete’s friends, James, Marcus, and Andrew, who Pete had gone to high school with, and who she thought would be cool with what they might see. She also reasoned that if she handled it right, she could make Pete look like the luckiest man of that group. She wanted that for her husband.

She added her golf instructor, Mary, and then 3 guys from her cycling club, who she thought had been lusting for her. Finally, with a wicked and twisted thought in her mind, she added James, the guy who had given her the magazine when she was so young and had opened her up to the kinky side of sex. To get to him, she would also need to invite his sister Joy, Michelle’s best friend from her teenage years. Both James and Joy, despite their casual upbringing, had become fairly conservative, high-brow people. To be able to say that this was all James’ fault would be especially delicious.

List two complete, she got to work on list one, which was going to be difficult. This was family members, co-workers, and people close to her. She shivered as she thought about the humiliation she would feel from these folks seeing whatever the guys had planned. If they showed any of the stuff from last night or this morning, it would be the end of “Old Michelle,” whatever that meant.

Rather than dwelling on it, she just wrote the names down according to Jim’s instructions. Both of her parents, Rick and Maggie were added. Her brother, Jeremy was added. She was blushing deeply and nearly hyperventilating at the thought of them seeing what was being planned for her. Then she added her boss, Claire, who had a very similar personality to her.Well, the Old Michelle, She added her two assistants, Mark and Stacey, both of whom she rode hard, trying to give them the same training she had received. She could feel her skin on fire with blush at writing them down. What kinds of things would they do in the future if they were there on Sunday night?

She added one spouse from each house that surrounded hers: Chris from across the street, who was in his 50’s; Abigail from the house to her right, who was an up-and-coming lawyer; and Paul, from the house to her left, a building contractor. And then finally, she added her best friend Renata, who she had known since college. Renata knew all of Michelle’s friends, past and present, and while she had always had Michelle’s back, she was a bit of a gossip.

She felt the heat in her body rising and felt her heart racing when she re-examined this list. These were people who, depending on their reaction, could completely alter her future life as a person. Her parents and Jeremy could disown her or try to get her into counseling to erase this part of her. They could even disavow her marriage to Pete. That was bad enough. But also on this list were people who could make work miserable for her, or who could ruin her career. On this list were neighbors who she could never hide from. On this list was a friend who knew all of her friends.

Michelle realized that to go forward with giving this list to Jim, one of two things would happen. Either New Michelle would be out and in the open, and she would be left to live with the consequences of their reactions. That was especially true if on Sunday night she performed any of the acts she had already done, and if she did them willingly, calling herself a slut or making a confession or pledge of sluthood (what a naughty thought). Or alternately, if they shamed her enough, they might force the New Michelle so far deep into her psyche she would never have adventurous sex again. Both of those possibilities put a pit in her stomach unlike any she had ever felt.

She knew in her head that she needed to time to process all of this. Far more time than she was likely to have. This was big stuff, heavy stuff. Stuff that should not be decided when high with sexual arousal. She knew this because her instinct, thinking sexually, was to ignore Pete’s direction and just send the first list over to Jim to seal her fate as a slut. But there was enough of Old Michelle stirring to hold her back.

She read off both lists to Pete. He whistled, then asked, “Michelle, are you sure you want to send these over to Jim? I mean, are you thinking of the implications that will come from either of these lists being invited to your humiliation?”

“I’m not sure. I have a pit in my stomach over seeing those names written down and what might go down on Sunday night. It makes me nervous as hell. But…” she trailed off.

“But what?”

“Have you ever done something that you knew in your head was probably stupid, but you just had a sense it would be OK?”

Pete thought for a second. “Yeah”

“When?”

“When I first asked you out on a date,” he said, reminiscing. “I watched you at that frat party back in college. I must have watched you for a half hour. You were so wholesome and sexy and smart and confident. I kept telling myself I was stupid to try and ask you out. You were out of my league.” He looked at her, then back at the road. “But I knew that somehow it was going to be OK, so I went up and asked you out.”

“I love it when you tell that story,” she said. “You don’t realize it, but you were a looker, too. I was flattered to have the attention of a hot guy.”

“But I wasn’t hot like you.”

“I bet you’re having second thoughts now, though,” she said. “I bet when you asked me out you couldn’t possibly imagine what is going on now.”

“You’re right about that second part. I would have never imagined,” he said with a smile. “But I don’t have second thoughts about it. I’m glad I took that risk.”

“See? That’s what I’m thinking about this. I love my career and what I do. I love my family, and my neighbors. They are all good people. But they all have me locked into a lifestyle that can be so stifling. You always have to do what is expected of you, what is ‘normal.’ And maybe I’m just not normal. And I think that for the first time, I’m OK with not being normal.

“Somehow it just feels to me like taking this risk is worth it. The stakes are high, I know, but I just feel the need to not only discover the real me, but to let that person out. If my family disowns me but I am the real me, that’s OK, because I have you and we’re in this together. If I lose my job, you make more than enough to make ends meet, and I can always figure something out for work. If my neighbors reject me, well we were already thinking about downsizing with the kids gone anyway.”

Pete was taking all this in. He bought the part about the neighbors. They had thought about putting their house up for sale. He bought the part about the career. She was a mid-level accountant and could go do that somewhere else if she wanted to. And she was right. Financially, they were set, probably for life, if they wanted to be. It was the family part that worried him. The expected negative reaction from them would be a bigger blow than she was letting on. But she seemed so forceful in her argument, he felt it best not to push.

“OK,” he said. “Go on and send them over to me, and I’ll get them to Jim.”

She did, and then looked around. “Where are we?”

They were in a parking lot, parked under a sign that simply read “Adult Toys and Lingerie.”

Pete asked, “Do you remember you told me that there was something missing in your attire? Your suggestion?”

“The collar?” she asked excitedly.

“Yep.”

She excitedly started to look in the car for something to wear into the shop, but she was stopped by Pete’s hand holding her.

“You stay here and let me scope out the place to see if they have what we want.”

“But I want to go and check it out. I’ve never been in a place like this.”

“Just stay here, just like you are, and I’ll be back. That’s an order.”

“Yes, Sir.” She said defeatedly.

Pete got out of the car and crossed over to the store. It was not in a private location. Rather, it was located on a busy street, and between the store and the street was just a sidewalk. Pete had not known this when he hatched his idea, but he decided to stick with his plan. He reasoned that part of being a slave was that you still had to do things when you were coming down from a sexual high. You couldn’t live life just having orgasm after orgasm, right?

He opened the door and was surprised to find that it was not dark. Instead, it was well lit, even bright. It was a clean, well-kept store even though the items for sale were not for much public consumption. He could see a wall for dildos, just to the left of the door, and along the opposite wall, lots of bdsm gear, where they would be going. In between, there were aisles with special toys and gadgets for kink, a couple of aisles of clothing, and along the back wall, he saw some expensive looking toys that he decided they would have to look at.

To the right of the entry door there was the counter. There was just one attendant at the counter, and she was a sight to see. She was in her early 20’s, Pete guessed, and she looked like sex from top to bottom. Pete guessed that she was maybe about 5’5″, a little bit taller than Michelle. She had olive skin with a healthy tan that nearly glowed. Her light brown hair was long, hanging down to mid-back in waves. She was wearing a crop top that complimented her d-cup breasts well. It was a long sleeve shirt, that from the front went down from the shoulders to a spot about an inch or two above her pierced belly button. It hung loose, because there was absolutely no back to the shirt, with the exception of gold chains that came up to the shirt’s collar in back and prevented the shirt from falling off.

She was wearing cut off shorts that showed the underside of her cheeks, exhibited a fit, pert ass. She turned around, and Pete could see in her blue eyes the sexual confidence that exuded from her. But it wasn’t just her appearance that struck him, it was her confidence. She was working in a sex shop, and she looked like there was nothing she couldn’t handle, nothing she hadn’t seen, and maybe nothing she hadn’t done.

He approached her, and her smile helped his confidence.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Nothing,” said Pete. “I just had a question.”

“OK, shoot,” she offered.

“Well, I’m not sure how to ask this, but my wife is in the car, and I was wondering if I could bring her in here?”

“Well, I’m in here, so women are allowed…” she said with a smile. “We like sex, too.”

Pete replied sheepishly. “Oh, yes, that I know very well.”

“Is there something else I should know about your wife?”

“Well, we are sort of new to the dominant/submissive thing, and right now she’s naked in the car. I’d like to bring her in here that way as my slave.”

The clerk thought for a second. “Hey, I’m all for dominant submissive stuff. I am a switch, and can be both, depending on the circumstances. But I can’t just let anyone that wants to do something like that, just do it. I mean, is she a willing participant? (Pete nodded) Is this consensual? (Pete nodded) Are you going to buy something? (Pete nodded) Because, I’d say no way if you’re just coming in and looking around. But if you’re going to buy something, and she tells me that she’s a submissive, then I’d be OK with it. But if you get arrested, it’s on you. I’ll tell the police I told you not to do it. Isn’t that right, Chuck?”

“Yep,” Pete heard, turning to his left. He saw a man approaching that made him feel small. Pete was a tall guy, and didn’t look up to many people, but this guy must have been 6’7″. And he was all muscle. Pete’s face filled with fear.

The clerk noticed and quickly diffused the fear. “Don’t worry, outside of sex, Chuck is a big teddy bear, and he’s just a customer, but a girl has to cover her bases. As long as she says she is in here willingly, and no one calls the cops, it will be OK.”

“Ok” said Pete, still hesitating a little bit. He noticed this timidity and realized that part of being a dom was being confident in situations like this. He regained his confidence. “I assume you have collars for submissives?”

“Yes, we do,” the clerk said.

“That’s primarily what we’re here for.”

“Well, then, that’s OK. Bring her in, but you’re on your own.”

Pete looked around, and saw that, with it being early lunch time, there were about 7-8 guys milling around, including Chuck. None were as big or intimidating as him; they were all what you’d expect from an adult video store this time of day. They were businessmen or jobless fellows that looked like normal, average Joe’s.Perfect, thought Pete.

“Thank you. What’s your name?” he asked the clerk.

“You can call me D.”

“D. Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

With that, Pete headed out to the car.

Michelle had been waiting patiently but nervously. Her interaction with Pete meant that she was to stay naked for the moment. She had wondered if that meant he was going to buy her collar at the store and bring it to her, but he was clearly empty-handed. And rather than walking to the driver’s side door, he was walking to her side.

He opened the door, and in an authoritative voice, said, “Let’s go.”

“Like this? I can’t, Pete. We’re right next to the road!”

“You may call me Sir now, and yes you can. These cars are going too fast to get you in trouble. And you love being seen. You love being vulnerable.”

She felt her heartrate quicken and knew that he was right; she did want to be seen. But for some reason, she wanted to test his willpower to be master.

“Pete, I’m your wife. I’m going to be naked the rest of the weekend, practically. Can’t I just have a break for a little while?”

“First of all, no, you can’t have a break. You’re a slave for the whole weekend. And you’re my slave, too. Not just those four guys. Slaves do what they’re told, because that’s what they want, whether it makes them feel comfortable. Second, you’re going to be naked for most of the rest of your life with me, so you might as well get used to doing it in awkward situations.”

Her eyes got wide with Pete’s authority, and what he was implying. Naked for most of the rest of my life? That caused her to gulp. But even with that tall promise, intimidating as it was, she liked this side of Pete. She liked him speaking up about the lists she had made earlier. She liked him telling her not to put on clothes a few minutes ago. And she liked him overcoming her objections. And right now, even with the sexual high waning for a second, she liked the idea of being naked most of the rest of her life. He had been hinting at this since last night. Their kids were out of the house, so why not?

“Yes, sir,” she said, a definite thrill in her voice at calling her husband “sir,” and him having earned it. “I like it when you’re in charge.”

She turned her body and stood up, getting out of the car, and before she could think about her vulnerability, Pete had closed the door and locked it with the car remote. There was nothing she could do about her nudity or her exposure to the cars driving by. The helplessness and anxiety she felt about this situation began its steady march from her brain to her pussy.

Then she heard a car honk its horn. Her instinct was to hide behind Pete, so she did that, just reacting, not thinking.

“The New Michelle is not afraid of being caught naked,” Pete said. “In fact, she finds this embarrassment invigorating, arousing.” As he said this, he pulled out from behind him, so he was no longer a shield. There were more honks from cars. Michelle could feel her heartbeat increasing.

“As you walk into this store, you will walk as if it was perfectly normal. Hold my hand and stay one step behind me, and when we get to the door, you will clasp your hands behind your head. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Michelle responded, wanting to get into the shop as fast as possible.

“Good girl,” Pete said. “Let’s go. Don’t turn back, don’t flinch at honked horns, just walk behind me. Be proud of that ass!” And with that he turned and holding her hand, led the way to the store.

Michelle heard honks, cars slowing down, and even heard a car yell something from an open window, but she was so focused, she had no idea what was said. She was a step behind Pete the whole way, and repeating the mantra under her breath, “I want to be seen; I want to be seen; I want to be seen

They arrived at the door, and Michelle, still incredibly nervous, put her hands behind her head without Pete reminding her. Pete opened it, and led the way in, Michelle trailing. Michelle was relieved, as Pete had been, that the store looked clean. It was unnerving how bright it was. There was no hiding in here. She felt her nipples harden at the thought. She was taking in the store, as Pete had done, when she heard a voice from her right.

“Is this your slave?” It was D. Michelle, having seen D, now saw other people. She saw the customers from the store, and she saw that they were all staring at her. She blushed and subverting the urge to cover her breasts and her pussy, pushed her chest out. It came almost naturally, with little hesitation.

“Yes,” she heard Pete say. “This is the first day of her living as a slave, so we have some items to purchase. You mentioned that you have slave collars?”

“Yes, we do,” said D. “They are along the far wall, near the end.”

“Thank you. Come along, Michelle,” Pete said.

As they walked, Michelle was very conscious of the stares she was receiving from these men, who didn’t seem to know what to do with a naked lady. It was funny to her that there were videos and pictures of naked ladies were all around the store, but a real, live, nude lady stumped them. As they walked, she noticed an entire aisle for slutwear. She saw all of the dildos along the wall. She had a feeling that they would be visiting this store, or others like it, again.

But two thoughts occupied her mind. The first was that she wasn’t sure about Pete calling her by her real name in front of all these people. All it would take was a connection between a picture that someone took and her first name, and they might be able to track her down. She reasoned that it wasn’t any different than last night, when men had videoed her doing way more than walking naked in a store, using her first name, but last night she was in the heat of the moment, and wasn’t thinking properly. Now, when she wasn’t riding a sexual high, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that, although with Jim’s plans for Sunday night, it might be mute.

The second thought she had was what Pete had just said. This is the first day of her living as a slave. Just like a few minutes ago when he had told her that she would be naked for most of the rest of her life, the thought excited her and scared her, all at the same time. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. She knew that right now, in the middle of the sexuality of the weekend, she loved the idea. But, as Pete had said outside, working through those moments when she wasn’t on a sexual high, was a thought that began to gnaw at her. What if Pete made a demand of her that was beyond what she wanted, and she wasn’t in the mood for being bossed around? What would happen then?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she looked up and saw Pete talking to the biggest man she had ever seen in person. He wasn’t an Adonis. He didn’t have the face of an angel, but he was built, and at least 5 inches taller than Pete. He was wearing a short-sleeved polo whose sleeves were straining at his biceps. He had on khaki slacks that did nothing to hide his huge thighs. She was mesmerized, her eyes big.

“Honey, this is Chuck,” Pete said, amused at the look on his wife’s face.

“Nice to meet you,” Michelle stammered, and then without thinking, she blurted out, “Jesus, you’re huge!”

“In more ways than one,” was Chuck’s quick reply.

This deepened Michelle’s blush, and she looked down.

“Chuck is a regular here, and he is going to show us where the collars are,” Pete said.

“Hey, no problem. You are one hot looking wife. To be comfortable as a submissive is a real treat, both to yourself, and to your husband.” Then looking at Pete, he said, “I am a bull. Do you know what that is?”

“I do,” Pete said.

“Well, I’m very comfortable being a dom, so if you ever need help or advice about how to do this master/slave thing, give me a call,” he said, handing Pete a card. Pete handed him a card in return. “I’ll let you pay for my advice with her body,” he said with a smile, pointing to Michelle. “Nice to meet you sweetheart.” And then he walked away.

Michelle noticed Pete stuff the card in his pocket and start looking at the collars. She decided that the collar was Pete’s choice, unless he picked something too weird or restrictive. Leaving him to look around, she went back to looking around the store, taking in how surreal it all felt; to be naked, hands behind head, in a place of business, and to be comfortable with it. Who would have ever thought I’d be doing this? Then she noticed that at least one of the guys in the store was taking pictures.

Michelle leaned in and told Pete about it, but he didn’t seem concerned.

“Pete, you are using my real name,” she said under her breath. “You are exchanging cards with people with our real names, and you are letting people that are not a part of this adventure take my picture. Aren’t you a little bit concerned that this will come back to bite us? That someone will post this stuff online? That someone else will connect the dots, and we’ll be found out?”

“I’m not concerned in the least,” he said. “Michelle, you started this all last night, and didn’t do anything when the guys videoed your promise to them. You even told them to use the videos against you if you backed away. And lastly, you put me in charge. So, let me ask a question: Am I in charge?” Pete asked, taking his eyes away from the collars, and staring at her intently.

She didn’t answer right away, so he asked her with more force. “Am I in charge?”

She nodded her head, then said, “Yes.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Here is the deal. You have to let me be in charge, and not question my decisions for this to work. Being a submissive means that you willingly give away that power, especially when I have made a decision about something. When you constantly question my decisions, or go off script, it not only messes up the dynamic we’ve agreed to, but it might also put us at real risk. Do you understand?”

Michelle was taken aback by the confidence with which Pete was talking to her. It was authoritative, different from how she had seen him before. She didn’t know what to do with it. She could tell that for him, the dominant/submissive thing was not just a game, it was something he was taking seriously. But she had asked him to do it. This was the result of her asking him to be her master moving forward. She nodded her head and said, “Yes. Sir.”

“Now, because I am also your husband, I will explain why this is not a big deal. You have begged me 3 times since last night to be your master. And the last time, I accepted. So here is my thinking. Since last night you have had orgasm after orgasm being used. Correct?”

“Yes.” Pete noticed her eyes turn downward.

“And many of the thoughts and situations that have led to those orgasms have involved some form of humiliation, some form of exhibitionism, and some form of submission. Correct?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say that you have felt more alive in the last several hours than any other time in your life? And didn’t you say that the orgasms you have had have been the best of your life?”

“Yes, and yes.” She was looking straight at the floor now.

“Michelle, we are more than financially stable. Most people would say that we are rich. Do you know what celebrities call that kind of stability?”

She shook her head.

“They call it ‘fuck you’ money. As in, ‘if you don’t like what I’m doing, what I’m saying, how I’m acting, fuck you.’ We have ‘fuck you’ money, Michelle. So, if one of these guys takes a picture of you and posts it online, and it gets back to your workplace, we can say ‘fuck you,’ and you can find work somewhere else.”

“But I like my work…” Michelle said, her voice trailing off.

“I know you do, but this has been the rub since this whole fantasy became reality. These are real situations with real people, and they will have real reactions and consequences, some of which may change our lives forever. It’s not just a fantasy anymore. But your fantasy being turned into real life has led to all of those orgasms and realizations and freedom that you’ve talked about.

“As for these guys taking pictures of you, if you go through with Jim’s plan, they are going to know about you anyway. And I think that there are some interesting possibilities moving forward, if you’ll just trust me.” She didn’t answer, so he went on.

“I know we’ve said words like this several times this weekend, but you have to decide. Are you going to take the risk that accepting this new role might open you up to adventures you never thought were possible, or are you going to take the risk that shelving it all might throw your life, your newfound sexuality, in jeopardy?”

Michelle thought about this, and Pete could see the gears turning in her mind. He knew what she was thinking, because he was thinking the same thing. When and how does this end? Where are the lines drawn between the different lives that we live? They had always juggled their religious lives, their career lives, and their family lives, but truth be told, they had all been completely separate lives. The people from their workplaces didn’t know anything about their church lives. And people from church didn’t know how cutthroat their jobs sometimes required them to be. And they had not forced religion on either of their kids, simply out of a reaction to the restrictive upbringing they had endured. The kids were still good with church, but nowhere near as invested as Pete and Michelle had been in their younger years.

As difficult as it was to juggle these different lives, they had gotten used to it, and had found a balance to it. But this weekend added another persona to the three that they each had: the sexual persona. And based on their actions and agreements so far this weekend, the sexual persona would be turning all three of the others upside down. What would that mean? Could it ruin them? Maybe, but wasn’t at least a portion of what they were dealing with now the desire to reset, to re-imagine life more authentically, where one persona didn’t have to hide from another?

They were in a trance together, looking into each other’s eyes. Pete finally broke it. He spoke softly, but firmly. “Michelle, we are here to buy a collar for you. A slave collar. You either trust me to handle this moving forward, or you don’t. I know we have lots of decisions to make about our future together after this weekend is over, but your decision now will determine whether we make the dominant/submissive thing a part of that future life or not.”

Michelle looked at Pete. She had made up her mind over and over again since last night, and it had turned out better than fine. “Ok. Let’s do this. Let’s buy the collar. I trust you. You have been nothing but a good husband. You know my idiosyncrasies, and you know that person that I can be. I want to leave repressed Michelle behind, but I don’t want to let go of what she accomplished. Do you understand what I’m saying with all that?”

“I understand. Shall we pick out a collar?”

“Yes, sir.”

They spent the next few minutes looking at the different collars. Pete seemed to think that one that could be worn permanently would be best, because they were the least conspicuous. “Having it always on will be a reminder in those moments that you forget,” he said. That eliminated the outlandish ones with “slut” imprinted in bright letters Can you imagine going to work with a “slut” sign on? she thought, and it eliminated the thick collars that would get uncomfortable quickly or would keep my neck from bending I’m giving a blowjob or filing a client’s paperwork.

What Pete decided on was an “infinity” collar. This was a tubular collar made of stainless steel, so it would not be easily forgotten, because it was heavy. When Michelle wore it, it looked as if it had been welded shut. But it actually had an invisible locking hinge in it. Most collars like this had a key that was used to unlock it, meaning that Pete would have to keep up with it, or put it on his key ring. Instead, they opted for an upgrade and chose one that had a small combination lock on the back, where the owner/master could customize the letter combination to their preference. On either side of the lock was a removable ring that when attached, allowed for leashes or other restraints to be attached. On the front was another ring that was detachable as well.

When they had chosen the collar, Michelle thought they were done. However, Pete had other ideas. He kept looking along the aisle at some of the accessories that came with the collar. Over the next few minutes, he had chosen a stainless-steel chain leash, and a long metal pole that curved, as if making a “j,” that had a tapered ball-end to it. Pete knew it was an anal hook, but Michelle had never seen one before.

Finally, Pete found a selection of words whose letters had been welded together and could fasten on to the front ring of the collar. Michelle watched as Pete tried them on her collar to see how they would look. He tried on the words “slut,” “bitch,” “slave” and “cunt.” With each one, Michelle blushed as Pete put tried it on. It made her feel, in both negative and positive ways, like a piece of meat. He settled on “slut.”

With each item — the leash, the collar, the word, the anal hook — he had Michelle hold it while he chose the next, letting her identity sink in with each one chosen. Each item embarrassed her a little bit more. She imagined having to wear them all on Sunday night with Jim. The thought made her shudder, and she felt her pussy start leaking down. She had already been aroused, just from Pete’s new-found authoritative mannerisms, and became even more so as she had time to think about her nudity in this well-lit store, and the men who were becoming bolder with their camera phones.

When they were finished with that aisle, he looked around, and then led her to the bondage area. There, they chose some high-quality padded cuffs, for both the wrists and the ankles, and some nipple clamps, which of course he tried on her nipples. He tried on traditional alligator clamps but realized that those would slide off too easy. He tried on butterfly clamps, which he liked because any time that you pulled on them, they got tighter. She winced when these were on her nipples, and as soon as he took them off, she could not help but rub her nipples as the blood rushed back to them. He settled on screw clamps, which were completely adjustable for both pain and pleasure.

Again, after this aisle, Michelle was sure they were done, but not yet. On the very back wall were the big toys, the big-ticket items. There was a violet wand, several hand-held fucking machines, and a stationary fucking machine. But the one that Pete was interested in looked like a saddle with a dildo attached. Michelle had heard of a Sybian before but had never seen one up close. Telling her to stay there, Pete left her staring at the saddle. She could not help but imagine what riding a machine like that would do.

Before too long, Pete was back, and he had brought the store clerk with him. D, still amused at the sight of the naked woman wandering her store, gave her a knowing glance, and winked.

She said, “This here is the best gift a man can give to his wife or slave. Would you like to see what it can do, Michelle?”

“Sure,” she responded, trying not to look too excited.

“Well, let’s give her a whirl.”

D grabbed a wired remote, flipped a switch, and the thing came to life.

“This is the deluxe version, which means that it comes with the dildo you see, but also with a few others, each somewhat larger than the next size.”

“Is that the smallest size dildo?” Pete asked.

“Yes,” responded D. “The largest one is about twice the diameter of this one.”

Michelle shuddered at the thought of impaling herself on the Sybian as it was, much less one twice as big. In spite of herself, she was turning crimson.

“Michelle, you are really red,” Pete noticed. “What’s going through that head?”

“Just thinking about the possibilities.”

“You think you’d like it?”

“Do I need to answer that?” Michelle answered sarcastically.

D took the controller, and started to turn the knob to the right, and Michelle could hear the vibrations increase. Instinctually, she put her hand out and touched it. The vibrations were intense. She knew it would not take long for her to cum on such a device.

“It’s on about 30%” D said.

“You mean it goes higher?” Michelle asked, astonished.

“Oh, yes.” And then D turned the knob up higher and higher.

For Michelle, just hearing the machine and imagining what it could do to her was all-consuming. She was rubbing her legs together to create friction for her pussy and keeping her hand on the Sybian. She could even feel the vibration traveling from her arm down to her groin. She had to have one of these.

“Pete, we should buy this,” Michelle said, without any prompting.

“Ok, you heard the lady, D. We’ll take it,” said Pete with a smile.

Holding all of their new paraphernalia was quite a chore, but they managed to get it up to the counter.

“One last thing, for now” Pete said. “I saw it on the way up to the counter. Wait right here,” he said to Michelle.

While he was gone, Michelle noticed that another couple had entered the store. She watched them as they walked past the counter to the other side of the store, and then opened a door she had not noticed before.

“Where are they going?” Michelle asked.

“They are headed to the theater,” said D, who had not stopped looking at Michelle. She was about to say something when Michelle asked another question.

“The theater? You mean a place where people watch porn movies?”

“Yes, among other things.”

“What other things?”

“Well, what would you expect couples to do when they are watching a porno together?”

“Oh!” Michelle exclaimed, both in recognition of what was implied, and embarrassment that she hadn’t figured it out. “Are they allowed to, you know…”

“Not officially, but they all do it.”

“Hmmm.” Michelle was definitely feeling her arousal return with a force. How could it not, with her nudity, looking at sex toys, choosing a collar, and just the situation of the weekend? She had felt a slight wane while she was away from Pete when he had first entered the store. But it was back.

She saw Pete approach with a small box that said, “We-vibe.” On it was a picture of a toy shaped like a flattened “C”. One end of it widened out slightly and was flat on the inside part of the “C.” The other side was tubular. Pete had a wide smile on his face.

“I’ve been wanting to buy this for a while, and now the time is right.”

“What is it?” Michelle asked.

“That right there will drive you crazy,” said D. “I have worn one before all day long at college, and it is pretty cool.”

“It is a remote-control vibrator,” Pete said. “But I can control it from my phone, as long as your phone is next to you.”

Michelle looked confused.

“I’ll show you, right after we pay for everything,” said Pete. “Maybe D will let us put it on you as a little show for the patrons here?”

“Sure,” said D. “Everything is laid back, that won’t be a problem.”

She started to ring up all the items and was going to put them in a bag, but Pete stopped her.

“Hold the bag. I think I’ll have Michelle wear these items out of here.”

Michelle’s nipples hardened at the thought of having to walk back to the car, not only naked, but now also wearing all of the stuff they were buying: the collar (with the “slut” sign hanging down); wrist and ankle cuffs; a leash, and nipple clamps. Embarrassing and humiliating? Yes. But, oh, so exhilarating. She made a face that was unintelligible, and then put her hand down to her pussy.

“Hands off, Michelle.”

“Please?” Michelle begged. “This is just too much for me! I need to cum!”

“Why?” asked D. “Why do you need to cum?”

Michelle didn’t answer, so D pressed her. “Why do you need to cum?”

Michelle let it all out. “Because I’m a submissive slut who loves humiliation, and just the idea of walking out to the car naked, with a leash attached to a slave collar that says “slut” on it puts me right on the edge. I just want to cum!”

D was still eyeing Michelle. “You really are something, Michelle,” she said in pure appreciation. “I’ve got to tell you, there are lots of couples that come in here, and with most of them you can tell that they are just trying stuff out, and whatever they’re trying, it will be over soon. Most of them you can tell that either the man doesn’t have it in him to be the dom, or the woman doesn’t have it in her to be the submissive, or vice/versa.

“But you?” she said, pointing. “You walked in here naked, with your hands behind your head. You stayed unashamed the whole time in here, not once covering up. You didn’t bother with telling these men to stop taking pictures. And now you’re openly admitting that you are a slut who loves the humiliation. You, Michelle are something special.”

Just hearing D say those words caused Michelle to start moaning.

D continued on. “You are the special kind of submissive that makes your dom look good, whether or not he’s got it. But what makes it unique is that I can tell from watching your husband, that he can do it. You guys might be new to this, but the roles fit you both like a glove. Can I give you some advice?”

“Yes,” Michelle said, trying desperately to get the friction on her clit so that she could get to that orgasm.

“Go with this,” she said while giving a large, circular motion to let her know she meant the whole thing: the situation, the vulnerability, everything. “Let it happen. Don’t question or challenge your husband. Don’t think too much. Don’t worry about the repercussions. It will be OK. You are one sexy girl, and that feeling of bliss that is all over your face is magnetic.”

“Ok. I will,” Michelle said, sensing the real encouragement from D. That was 2 women now that had said something like that to her. The woman from the diner, and D. I wonder if I’m just releasing what’s inside for all women…, she thought.

“What I mean is that even when you don’t feel like doing it, just do it. Not just when you are hotter than hot, like you are now. Do it when you don’t feel like it. It will become natural, and releasing responsibility and sexuality and vulnerability into someone’s hands that you trust, and who loves you deeply, is one of the most beautiful things to see and experience.”

Michelle was still squirming, but she was also soaking in every word that D was speaking. Releasing responsibility and sexuality and vulnerability into someone’s hands that you trust… Michelle looked at Pete, who was reading the manual to the We-Vibe, and realized that in Pete, she had just what D was talking about. She had someone who had her back. All those years, as she had been bitchy and hormonal, repressing her sexuality, he had stuck by her side. All those years when they were raising kids, and all of the challenges that went with it, he had stuck by her side. All that time that they were both trying to build their careers, and focused on little else, he had stuck by her side.

And even now, as she had completely turned their worlds upside down with her shared fantasy last night, he had stuck by her side. Pete knew her better than anyone, and he had loved her through thick and thin. He was the one, she realized. Yes, she was committed to being a slave for Jim, Bob, Mike and Tommy, and yes, she was excited about what was coming up with them over the next couple of days, but it would have been empty, meaningless, if Pete wasn’t there. That realization hit her like a ton of happy bricks He was the one.

“Sir?” she said, a loving twinkle in her eye.

“Yes,” he said, looking up and seeing that strange, yet distantly familiar look in her eyes. He briefly thought while she was forming words and realized that he recognized that look. It was from long ago. Long before careers and kids and life had happened. It was the look of pure, unadulterated love: eros, passionate love that he had seen when they were dating, but rarely since. His entire demeanor changed, as he felt something significant was about to happen.

“Sir,” Michelle said. “I love you. I really love you. And I’m so glad that I get to wear your slave collar. I know that you will take good care of me, and that you will make good decisions for us in our sex life and beyond. And while I wear my engagement ring as a sign of our wedding vows. I will wear this collar, and whatever else you want me to wear, whenever and however you want, as a sign of my submission vow.”

In spite of the circumstances — being in a sex toy store with a Sybian box on the counter, and all the other items, along with her nudity, and several other men watching — tears welled up in her eyes. They welled up in his eyes, as well. They didn’t need to say anything to each other.

He got the infinity collar, set it to the right letter combination (“SIR” is what it came with), and opened it. Feeling the weight of the collar, and the weight of the moment, he put it around her neck and closed it. Then looking her in the eyes, he said, “I love you, too.” As he said those words, he also reached down and found her clit. It was very swollen, and touching it caused Michelle to moan.

“Can she get up on the counter?” Pete asked.

“Sure,” said D.

“Ok, hop up, Michelle.” She complied. ”

Now spread your legs and close your eyes.” She complied again.

“Put your hands down on the counter behind you and lean back.” She complied again.

And then she felt one thing after another being placed on her. She felt it as Pete started with her ankle cuffs. He buckled them tightly, but not so tight as to cut off her circulation. Next, he buckled her wrist cuffs in the same manner. Then she felt the “slut” sign being hung on her collar, adding more weight to her neck. That was followed by the clinking sound of the leash being attached. Then she felt him pause, before pulling on her nipples. He didn’t need to do that; they were already hard enough to cut glass.

Her eyes being closed meant that each sound and each touch was heightened. She first felt the cold metal of the clamps on her areola. Then she heard him tightening the screws on the clamps. The cold once again was there, but it was now on her nipples as the clamps closed in, causing her nipples to harden yet again. Soon after, she felt the teeth of the clamps begin closing in on her nipples. He turned the screw until she winced in pain. Almost instinctively, although she wasn’t sure where the instinct came from, she blurted out “Thank you, sir.” She felt him tweak the tips of her nipples sending pleasure to her clit.

Then she felt nothing for a minute. She almost opened her eyes, but just before she did, she felt Pete inserting a portion of what she guessed was the We-vibe in her pussy. He had evidently already turned it on, because it was already vibrating, and she immediately started to moan. She felt it on both the inside wall of her pussy, where her g-spot was, and over her clit.

All of the sensory overload that she was experiencing, along with the vibration of the we-vibe was coupled with the exposure and vulnerability that she was feeling, and she couldn’t get the image out of her mind of what she would look like as she walked out the door, all of these accessories attached to her. She started bucking her hips wildly and could feel the impending orgasm.

But then the vibrator stopped, frustrating her. “What happened?” she asked.

“Remote control,” was Pete’s reply.

“Please, let me cum.”

“You have to make a decision. You can either cum right now, opening your eyes, knowing that these gentlemen are going to remember this for a long time, and might load it to the internet (that caused her to moan), or you can cum while you stand outside by the car (that caused an equal moan).”

“Oh God!” she said. “You are so good at creating humiliating situations for me!” then after a second, she said, “I’ll cum here.”

“Ok,” Pete said. “Open your eyes for these guys and let them watch you cum. Tell us what you’re thinking while you do.”

Michelle noticed that D came around, and she had her phone out, too, adding another element of humiliation, which she added to with the comment, “I’ve got to get this sexy married slut’s orgasm on video. This will be the first time it’s happened out on the main sales floor. What a slut.” She added emphasis to the word “slut” just to pile on to the humiliation she knew Michelle was feeling.

Pete said, “You may not use your hands, Michelle. Just let the vibe do its job.”

“Yes, Sir!” she said, and with that, she felt the vibrator kick in. Michelle opened her eyes and surveyed the room. There were 5 guys there. Each was holding up a camera phone, a common theme for the weekend so far. A couple of them were stroking themselves through their pants as they did so. She also saw D recording. She looked each of them in the eye and began describing her feelings. She was accustomed to speaking in presentations, so she found her voice, wanting them to hear her words clearly.

She moaned, then said, “I feel the vibrator on both sides of my pussy. It’s on my clit and it’s on my g-spot as well. Oh God! That feels good. I’m so turned on that you are all watching me, but I’m scared and excited that you might post it on the internet. Ohhh…. I love watching you guys rub your cocks in the open like this, it makes me feel wanted, sexy.”

Pete turned the vibrator up. “Oh God, I’m getting close! You guys are going to watch this submissive slut cum for her husband in a sex toy store. I never would have thought I’d do something like this before last night. OOOOH! I’m getting ready to cum!”

And then, hips bucking, she did. She came loud, and she came proud. “Oh God! I’m cumming! Oh, it feels so good! Oh God! Oh God! Aaaah…” She was writhing on the counter, but kept her hands where they were, just as instructed. “Oh my God, I just keep getting the best orgasms!”

Eventually, the orgasm subsided, and she felt her breathing returning to normal. She looked around and smiled for the cameras. She felt the We-Vibe turn off. The room was silent for a few moments.

D was the first to speak up. “Michelle, it has been a pleasure to meet you. If your husband ever wants you to play with another woman, I’d love the opportunity.” She wrote her phone number on a sheet of paper and gave it to Pete.

Pete picked up the leash and gave it a tug. “Time to head into the daylight,” he said. Michelle got off the counter, where some puddles had formed, and fell in line behind Pete. Just as he was about to walk out the door, he stopped himself and came around behind Michelle. He took her arms and pulled them behind her back, where he latched the two wrist cuffs together, forcing Michelle to jut her tits out further.

He asked Chuck if he would carry the Sybian box out to the car, and he readily agreed. With that, Pete opened the door and holding the leash, pulled Michelle behind him. Despite the warmth outside, Michelle still felt the tingle of the harsh nipple clamps with every step, sending electricity down to her pussy which was still spasming.

It was now 12:30, and the lunch hour traffic had definitely picked up. Pete seemed to be in no hurry as they walked to the car. They were quite a sight. Pete, dressed in nice gray khaki shorts and a button-down shirt, was pulling a naked woman wearing all the bondage accessories on full display, hands clipped to her collar, and she was followed by a large black man carrying a box that clearly said “Sybian” on the side. There were several cars honking at this unique parade.

A couple of people who were lucky enough to have their phones out were able to get snapshots, but soon enough, Pete, reveling in the moment, walked Michelle to a space where she was on full display, and then opened the back seat of the driver’s side for Chuck to put in the Sybian, followed by pleasantries and a good-bye. Finally, he approached Michelle and grabbed the leash. He noticed that she had her eyes open, and looked completely at peace with this position she was now in. He led her to the door and opening it allowed her to sit down out of the public eye.

He then went to the trunk, where he opened up her suitcase and searched for some clothes for her to wear into the bikini shop, where they were to be in 30 minutes. He found some conservative clothes for her to wear. Sexy, but conservative. He picked out a black midi-skirt that would have worked in any office in corporate America. And he chose a silver, button down blouse that would have also worked in any office. There were no undergarments, however. He placed them in the back seat next to the Sybian.

It wasn’t until he sat down in the driver’s seat that he finally unlatched the two wrist cuffs. Michelle then closed the door, and asked, “Can I please remove my nipple clamps? They are starting to hurt.”

“You may until we get to the store we are going to next. The guys are going to meet us at the bikini shop to help you pick out your swimsuit for Tommy’s day tomorrow.”

“I’m nervous,” Michelle said. “I haven’t seen them since last night, and I feel like I have moved from being at their mercy, to being at yours.”

“You’ll be OK,” Pete answered. “I’ve been thinking about this dynamic and I’m going to let them be in charge with you. I’ll step in if there’s something I’d like to see, or for them to do, or if it feels like it’s too far, but you gave yourself to them last night. They’ve moved their schedules for this, and like you said, your fantasy was about letting them enact their fantasies on you and with you.”

She nodded. “It will still be weird, but you’re right. And I always keep my commitments.” Pete had started their drive. It would take them about 20 minutes to get over to the shop.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and get some rest?” he said. “You didn’t get enough sleep last night. “He looked over, and she was doing just that.

As they drove, his head was filled with thoughts floating through his mind. Earlier in the morning, and last night, he had been worried that something had “broken” in Michelle. That maybe his ultimatum about sex and adventure had caused her to simply break, and that there might be psychological consequences that they would have to worry about for years to come.

He had also worried that she was just going to act her way through the rest of the weekend. He had figured that at some point she was going to wake up and realize the weight of what she had committed to, and be repulsed by everything she had done and agreed to do. He imagined that she would fulfill the commitment, but it would be almost like she was resigned to it. And then the resentment would come after the weekend was over.

But he could tell that the moment she had asked to have the collar put on, in conjunction with the ease with which she had moved from her arousal waning to it catching on again in the store, that this felt like something that would last for a while. That meant that some of the scenarios that had been a part of his fantasy life for years were now possibilities. He had imagined her in public nudity scenarios ad nauseum. He had imagined her being dominated by others in cruel and exciting ways, too. He had imagined her being the neighborhood submissive, always on call to diffuse family strife by being the “whipping girl.” He had imagined her being forced to experience orgasm after orgasm. He knew that most of those fantasies had been born from his anger at her repression and would have to be altered to reflect that he was a real dom, not an angry husband getting revenge.

But this new possible reality meant that the real responsibility for how this went forward fell on him. He knew that they were financially set, for life if they wanted to be. They didn’t have to worry about losing their jobs if it came to that, but they had built a life full of friendships and relationships and accomplishments and faith that by and large made them happy. Being exposed like Jim was arranging would change everything.

In the name of the fantasy, should he really allow what Jim was proposing, especially considering the names on the first list? How would they logistically manage an “exposed and humiliated” Michelle with work, or with friends? What about their church connections? Their family? In the heat of passion and arousal, it was fun to talk about her being humiliated that way, but what about in real life, when some, or most of those people might reject the exposed Michelle? Those were relationships that really mattered to them. Would they be irrevocably damaged? Was that OK? Would they give way to new and different relationships?

Pete knew from reading stories about it, and from watching what was available on streaming, that it was best to either have a d/s relationship be 24/7, so that the mindset of dominant and submissive was ongoing, or for it to be episodic, where these roles were filled only when both agreed to a “scene.” From what he had seen since this all began, Michelle seemed to want this to be 24/7. And he knew that if it was only episodic, that would give her permission to fall back into the “Old Michelle” that even she seemed to want to reject. The Old Michelle would put limits on their fun, also, and so it was probably wane quickly.

He decided that the best option was to move forward with it 24/7, and to let their roles deepen into that new reality. If either one of them cut it off, he knew that they had a strong enough marriage to piece it back together. As for Jim’s list, he had to get a handle on it in the next few hours, because they would have to hand a list over to Jim by tonight. He just needed time to work it out in his mind. As for the logistics of it with career and social life and faith, that was going to have to happen shortly after this weekend was over.

As for Michelle, she quickly fell asleep, and deep. The warmth of the sun on her nude body in the car relaxed her and made sleep possible. She had just begun a dream when Pete shook her awake. It was a dream where she was in the office. She was making a presentation selling the accounting firm’s services to a prospective client. Her bosses were in the room, as were the other company’s representatives.

In her dream, the hook for the contract was to tell the company that her company was insured against any mistakes that might be made, and that she would personally receive physical punishment if they made any mistakes in their work. The CEO of the potential company asked her what she meant, and in response, she grabbed the hem at the bottom of her dress and pulled up and off of her body. “What I mean,” she said in the dream, “is that you may punish my body for any mistakes that we make, or for any complaints that you have about our customer service.”

No sooner had she said those words than she felt Pete shake her shoulder. He was holding clothes that he dropped on her lap. “Put these on,” he said. “And before you do, put in the We-vibe and put on the nipple clamps.”

He was pleasantly surprised that his demands were not met with resistance. Instead, she simply nodded and mouthed “Yes, sir.” He took that as a sign that the Old Michelle was receding further into her personality.

He waited patiently while she placed the We-Vibe in her pussy, and then while she put on her nipple clamps. He was surprised again that she screwed in her clamps until she winced, and then gave them one more turn. She took a couple of deep breaths to adjust to the pain, and then, as she was getting ready to put on the clothes, an idea hit him. “Let’s make a rule,” he said.

“Ok…” said Michelle hesitantly waiting for this new rule.

“Until further notice, you may not wear clothes in this car.”

“But you gave them to me…” Michelle protested, starting to wake up.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you get to put them on in here. You’ll need to step outside to put on your clothes.”

She smiled at this, even though it was at her expense. “You are really getting into this, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been fantasizing about being your dom for a long while, Michelle. My head is full of surprises.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“It will probably depend on your mood, and what I’m telling you to do.”

“Ok, Sir,” she said. She looked around. This time, they were in an upscale strip mall, with stores lined up alongside each other, facing a parking lot along a major thoroughfare. While this would not be as bad as walking out of the adult store naked and walking to the car along a sidewalk, if someone happened to be looking their way, they’d get an eyeful. And she still had on the collar and the cuffs. She glanced at the clock, which said 12:58. Two minutes to go.

She stood up and began to dress herself. Pete was walking around the car to her front. So he doesn’t block anyone’s view from the back side, she thought. He had not provided here with underwear or a bra, so it didn’t take long to be dressed. She looked down and smoothed the skirt and the blouse. To the casual observer, she was dressed like an office woman; like management. With the exception that you can see the outline of my nipple clamps, and I’m wearing wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.

Then she watched as Pete reached around and clipped the leash on one of the side rings of her collar. And she felt the “slut” emblem hanging from her collar. She knew that this should be humiliating. Pete’s choice of her clothing, which looked like a typical outfit she would wear to the office, was intended to heighten the sense of humiliation she was to feel. His intention was reality. She blushed a dark crimson.

Pete looked at her, and said, “I just got a text from the guys. They’re all inside, waiting for you. Let’s go.” He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips. Then he grabbed the leash and led her into the store.

What she found when she got in there was a pleasant surprise. She had loved every moment of what she had done since giving her body to the four men. She had loved arousing them, and all the others. She had loved being the center of attention. She had loved the orgasms, the humiliations, the sexual highs that let her completely abandon her former life. She had loved all of it. But she had to admit that she was emotionally drained. She could use a nap and some time to recharge her emotional batteries, especially for what was coming later that day.

She knew that she loved the submissive stuff and looked forward to letting go the rest of this weekend and into the future. But she had started all of this basically from a rest and in less than a day, she was going at 100 mile per hour. She could tell that it was taking a toll on her energy level. She was worried that another full episode on little sleep with these guys would limit her ability to be good for tonight.

So while she was steeling herself for that possibility — after all, she had nipple clamps on, a we-vibe and a submissive collar on — she was hoping that this would be a light moment in the bikini shop. What surprised her pleasantly when she got walked through the door was how she was welcomed.

Jim, as always, was the first to approach her. “Hey, Michelle!” he said excitedly, as he walked up and hugged her. He let her go and looked her over from head to toe. “Wow! Is this what you wear when you go to work?”

“Usually something similar,” was Michelle’s reply. “I don’t normally have on this collar, or a leash, or ankle and wrist cuffs.

“Nor does she normally wear nipple clamps,” added Pete, with a smile.

“Well, maybe she should start,” said Bob, expectedly encouraging pain.

“I’m thinking about that for her in the future,” said Pete, a smile on his face.

“I noticed the infinity collar,” said Jim. “I like the added touch to what you’ve promised us this weekend. But that’s an expensive item to wear for just a few days..”

“No,” both Michelle and Pete answered at the same time.

“I’ve decided that I want to be submissive permanently,” Michelle said. “And I want Pete to be my dom.”

Jim, Bob, Mike and Tommy all raised their eyebrows at this. “What does this mean for the rest of the weekend?” Tommy asked.

“Well, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t intend for Michelle to complete her commitment,” said Pete. “You guys will be in charge. I think it is good for Michelle to finish out this fantasy, and for me to see how you guys handle her. But I will ultimately be in charge. If you plan on doing something that would reasonably stretch anyone, you need to run it through me.”

“Fair enough,” said Tommy, a look of relief on his face.

“So what do you guys have in your hands?” asked Pete. “Is this what you want Michelle to try on?”

“It is,” said Mike, speaking for the first time since Pete and Michelle had entered the shop. “We want you to try these on, and let us see them. We took the liberty of guessing your size and picking out what we want you to wear.”

“Yes, sir,” said Michelle. Despite her emotional weariness, she wanted to be the best she could be for her masters. She collected the outfits and suits they had chosen, about 10 in all, along with 3 or 4 cover-ups. They all fit in her two hands, so she guessed they were pretty skimpy.

“Do you guys want to come back with me to the fitting room?” she asked, as if it were perfectly normal to have four guys watching you try on clothes at a store. “Will they let you?”

“Nah,” said Bob. “We’d like to stay out here in the store with the other customers.”

Michelle looked around, and could see that it was a fairly large store, especially for specializing in swimwear. She could also see how bright it was, as if it was replicating a sunny day inside. And she could see that there were about 10 other customers in the store.

“Ok,” said Michelle. “Should I just send you a picture when I have a bikini on?”

“No,” said Tommy. “We’d like you to come out and show us when you have an outfit on.”

“Ohhh,” she said. “Now I see. You guys want me to show off a little?” That was said with a teasing smile.

“Now you’re catching on,” said Tommy.

“I’d love nothing more than to show off for my masters,” Michelle said smiling, and she turned to find the changing room. But as she turned, she felt the swing and the clank of the leash as it struck one of the clothing islands in the store. It was not a silent clank. She looked up, and saw that there were other people in the store, and all of them had turned their attention to the woman wearing a leash. She blushed a deep crimson.

“Sir, may I please take off the leash?” she asked quietly to Pete.

“Not until you get back to the changing room,” said Pete, “But I want you to keep the clamps on as well as the We-Vibe.”

“Yes, Sir,” Michelle said, resigning herself to more humiliation, but surprisingly feeling a stirring in her loins. Will my pussy ever get tired of being humiliated? she asked herself. Then, letting the leash fall in front of her, she went up to the clerk who was working the counter, and asked where the changing room was.

The clerk was a young woman, younger than D, older than Christina from the hotel. She was a cute girl, with bleached blond hair, a deep tan, and she wore a tube top that showed she was well endowed. She had a pierced belly button. But what Michelle noticed were the blue eyes that were bugged out, staring at her collar and leash.

“Um,” the girl said hesitatingly, “You have a collar and leash on.”

“Yes,” said Michelle, who had decided on the walk to the counter that she was just going to play it cool.

“Why?” asked the girl. Then under her breath, she asked, “Are you OK? You’re not in any danger, are you?”

Michelle smiled. “Oh, no. I’m a submissive to those 5 men over there, so I wear what they tell me to wear, including this leash.”

The girl’s eyes stayed huge. “All the time?” she asked incredulously.

“Well, for four of them, they get the weekend with me,” replied Michelle flippantly, “But my husband gets to do it from now on.” Michelle realized that her casualness about all of it was shocking this girl, something that Michelle got a thrill from. She leaned into the girl. “My husband had me naked in a diner this morning.”

“Are you serious? No way!” said the girl.

“Yep. And I had a great orgasm.” She let that sink in for a second, a smirk on her face. Then she continued: “So they have some clothes for me to try on, and I’d like to use a fitting room, unless you’d like me to try them on here in the store?”

“You’d do that if I told you to?” the clerk asked.

Michelle noticed that the girl’s nipples were getting incredibly hard, even through the tube top she had on. “I’m sure the guys would love to watch me getting ordered around by a younger girl,” she said. “In fact, a girl younger than you spanked my tits this morning. Made me orgasm just from the shame.” Michelle was really laying into the girl, reveling in how shocking her words were.

The clerk, realizing that Michelle was serious, decided that that was going a step too far, so she just pointed to the back wall and said, “I’m not sure I can handle that. Let me take you to the fitting rooms.” She started to walk, towards the back, but Michelle stopped her.

“Would you please lead me by holding the leash?” she asked. “It would really turn on the guys.”

The girl consented, and led Michelle to the back, where there were 2 changing rooms, each with a sliding curtain for privacy. One was tucked in the corner, the other was much more visible to the rest of the store.

“I’m guessing you want to take this one?” asked the girl. She was pointed to the more public one.

“Looks good,” said Michelle. As she entered, she purposefully left the curtain pulled halfway. She set down the outfits and sorted them from lease scandalous to most scandalous. She amused herself by creating a scale of sluttiness from 1 being somewhat slutty (they were all at least that) to 10 being downright ridiculous. Just about every suit was at least a 6.

Michelle started to strip facing the store. She took a look out into the store. All 5 of “her” men were watching. Pete was videoing. In addition, the clerk had moved around the store on the pretense of arranging the clothing, but she was openly staring at Michelle. So were 3 of the girls that were customers there.

Michelle quickly scanned their faces. The guys had dorky smiles on their faces, as if they still couldn’t believe their luck at what Michelle was willing to do for them. The girls had faces that ranged from shock to amazement. Only one had a disapproving look, but she was just looking down at the racks and shaking her head. Michelle realized that they were not just reacting to seeing her body; They were also reacting to the slave collar around her neck with a “slut’ sign hanging on it, to the nipple clamps that were shiny and prominent, and to what these accessories meant.

She also realized in that moment that at least a portion of what was turning her on was the shock value of what she was doing. Girls that looked like her and had the life that she had just don’t do the kinds of things she was doing. People could see what kind of person she was, and the fact that she was openly being a slutty exhibitionist was stirring a response in them that they didn’t know what to do with. It was also heightening her own arousal, and despite her need for down time, she realized that her pussy was getting really wet.

That was when she felt the We-vibe turn on again. She let out a moan, and then felt something different. Up till now, the vibrator had been steady, but evidently Pete had changed the mode, and it was now coming in waves. There was no way she could come like this, but it was going to put her on edge. She turned toward Pete and playfully gave him the finger. Completely nude, she turned around and looked at the suits for her to try on.

She started with a one-piece suit. It was aqua blue, very thin, and fairly see through, even dry. The top portion — aside from its transparency — looked like a normal strapless bikini. But as it traveled down her body, it tapered quickly until just below the belly button, where it became only a strap about and inch and a half wide. That width continued to narrow further until as it passed over the We-vibe, it barely covered it. It then came up her butt crack with only a shoestring’s width, attaching at the back with a silver ring. There was tension on the strap, so Michelle could see the space between the strap and her back when she arched her back. The only thing that held it in place was a clear plastic strap that wrapped around her neck in a halter.

It was definitely scandalous, but it was one of the least crazy of the bunch. She loved how she looked in it, but her tan lines were highlighted with this. She guessed that with Pete in charge, those tan lines would probably be fading soon.

With the realization of how much she loved to shock people — along with the help of the We-vibe — she opened the curtain all the way, and speaking loudly, she asked her men, “How does this look? Is it slutty enough for what you have planned?”

Now everyone in the store was looking and gape-mouthed. Her men were all smiling. She realized that this was probably not only because of what she was wearing and doing, but also because they now knew that she was probably going to own up to her obligations for the weekend.

“Slutty, just like we like it!” Yelled Tommy. He was the one that this excursion was primarily for, since he was going to have Michelle out on the boat the next day.

“You should examine it,” she said, coming out of the room in the less-than-appropriate suit. “Just to make sure it fits correctly.” She walked over to Tommy, who wasn’t sure hot to react to her sluttiness on the spot.

When he didn’t do anything but just look at her, she helped him be a better dom, just like D at the adult store had told her to do. “Shouldn’t you examine the material, and see if it’s see-through enough for your friends tomorrow?”

She had said that loud enough that other patrons could hear, and thus elicited a gasp from the clerk, who was taking all this in. Now Tommy was getting it, so he took her hand and pulled her to him. He ran his fingers just inside her suit, right below the belly button, and moved downward toward her clit. As he did so, she asked him about the fit.

“Will this be tight enough for you, Sir?” she asked. He nodded.

“Can you see my nipple clamps, Sir?” He nodded again. “Do you want me to wear the clamps under my suit tomorrow when you have me show off to your friends?” He nodded again.

“Ok, guys, I’ll put this in the ‘Yes’ pile?” asked Michelle, again loud enough for the store to hear. The give and take between her and the guys was keeping the other patrons turning their heads, like they were watching a tennis match. The guys nodded.

Then she walked back to the fitting room, and with a smile, she took off the suit. Everyone noticed that she didn’t even bother to close the curtain even halfway. She then asked Pete if she could take off the nipple clamps, claiming that she didn’t want them to be hurting her later in the day, at Mike’s friend’s birthday party.

“They might like to pinch them with their hands, and I don’t want to have to tap out of that early,” she commented. Pete assented. She made a show of removing the clamps, and then closed her eyes and held her breasts in her hands as the feeling returned to them. She was breathing with sharp intakes of breath as the tingling turned into pain. She just kept her eyes closed got through the initial pain by visualizing everyone staring at her as she rubbed her tits. Well, that and focusing on the lovely sensations coming from the We-vibe. When it subsided, she opened her eyes, and turned around to look at the next suit.

She quickly established a pattern. She’d try a suit on, and then loudly ask how the guys liked it. Sometimes she’d ask if they liked how it made her ass look, or if people would like how it made her nipples stand out. Mostly, they made positive comments, approving of each one. But occasionally they would say, “That makes your ass look fatter than it really is.” It was humiliating and objectifying, Michelle knew, but by now she was invested in the humiliation, so comments like that just stirred the arousal even more.

Eventually, she had tried them all on. They only decided against two of them — two that were really not very flattering for her shape. The sluttiest was a bikini that was made up of red shoe string, with the exception of rings that surrounded, but left uncovered, her nipples and her clitoris. A quick vision passed through her mind of wearing that bikini with barbell piercings in her nipples, out on the boat, where the sun and the water would reflect off of the metal and draw attention to her. The thought caused her to shiver.

When they were done with the suits, she moved on to the cover-ups. She wondered out loud what the purpose of these were for, and she asked the guys.

“We need some outfits for you to wear out to restaurants this weekend,” Mike said. “To show you off.”

“Oh,” Michelle said.

“And some of these might turn into clothes for your new wardrobe after we get back,” Pete chimed in. Michelle smiled at that.

They bought all three cover-ups. First was a crochet two-piece outfit, with a light tan color to it, nearly matching Michelle’s skin color. As she wore it, two important features stood out her nipples and her ass crack were both visible. The second was a semi-transparent “dress” made with a sparkly, thin material. Again, this was see through, and it came to just about 1 inch below her ass cheeks. The third was a black mesh romper that left nothing to the imagination. The guys loved that one for some reason. She asked them why.

Jim said, “It looks like a normal outfit, but you can see everything: the curves of your tits, the nipples, the sexy jiggle of your ass.”

Pete said, “These are all perfect. They clearly show that there is nothing on underneath, but she could get away with it if she acted like there was nothing to see. I can’t wait to see you wear these back home.”

Michelle shuddered at the thought of people she knew seeing her in these without a bathing suit or underwear underneath. But she liked the thought. New Michelle, she thought.

10 minutes later, the show had died down. All the patrons in the store had gone back to their business of choosing swimsuits. Pete had noted that not a single person had expressed outright disdain for Michelle’s exposure. Curiosity? Maybe. I’d rather not see it? Probably one or two of them. This girl’s got courage? Lots of that. But no one had said anything, even though he was kind of hoping they would; not because he wanted her to be insulted, but so he could see how Michelle reacted. He wanted to gauge, best he could, how she would handle being a submissive exhibitionist in her hometown, and hearing catty comments from other women was what worried her the most. It always had.