FOUR
I set of to drive to the multistore car park in the city centre which was local to the hotel I had already booked .. I feel terrified inside, knowing that I had crossed a line, and now thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen, paranoid about being spotted, you reassure me that it will all be ok if i just do as you say. You have such confidence and control , and I am at your mercy.
As we travel through the city, you get me to pull over into a vacant space by the side of road, near some shops.
You reach over to me and put your arms round me and kiss me, a long deep warm kiss, I feel so good, and so alive……. Your hand is in my hair, caressing my head, and your other hand rests on my leg, gently stroking my knee, and up inside my skirt ,,,, “how are you feeling my sissy”,,,, “good master”,,, I say,,,,, “ so good”……….. “do you feel like a woman “,,, “oh yes master, I am your girl, your woman”,,, “yes you are sissy….” … “you’r my girl now…. And now my fun begins…..”
You then tell me to prepare myself for the next task, which I had not expected. You explained that I was to walk over to a cashpoint dressed in public , take out 200 pounds in cash. You wanted me to feel exposed, on display and humiliated and that I was to remove my knickers and also wear my heels and no coat. I looked like a cheap slut and that's what you wanted. You pointed out where the cash point was which was about 300 yards, over a road and in the middle of a busy street. You tell me to take my mobile phone and that you would text me instructions. I was confused now and starting to panic.
I am deep in thought, taking in what you have just said,,,,,, . “KNICKERS OFF JANET ” you shout, reminding me, and I reach between my legs and remove my panties in the car, pass then to you and collect my heels, and check myself in the mirror. My heart is racing, and you are smiling. Are you ready you say, “no sir”, I reply, “I can't do it, people will see me,” … “look Janet” you say firmly, holding my hand. “This is a busy city centre, nobody knows you, and even if they did, they would not recognise you, they are all focused on their own priorities, yes a few may look twice, and see a tall slutty woman - only if they look closer they will see that you are a tranny, - so what – what will they do ??? , .. Just get your sissy ass over to the cash point NOW.”, Then you climb out the car, walk round and opened my door. I have no choice now as you take hold of my arm and almost pull me out the car……I slowly stand up, take my bank card from you, and you slap my ass hard,,, I jump as you say “off you go darling”…. and I start the walk of shame, wobbling in my heels, the cool air between my legs, as i hold my short skirt down in the light wind , and negotiate the traffic, my mind focused on the destination and the task in hand,,,,,
I head to the cash point. I feel so exposed and was sure everyone was looking at me. When i looked back to my car I can see you in the driving seat, and you are taking pictures, or maybe filming me, . I carry on to the cash point and wait as someone has now got there before me. I keep looking down, and occasionally back as I wait, one hand holding my short skirt down, the other crossed over my chest with my bank card in hand.
The old man in front moves on, he did not even look at me,,,, so far so good,,,, I take my turn my fingers are shaking as I push the card into the machine, and enter my pin… the machine seems to be so slow,,,,,,,,, then my card pops out and the money starts to dispense… I collect the cash wondering what I was supposed to do now. …..
then my phone buzzs and there is a text from you. “Walk to the end of the street and stand by the road opposite the car, hands on hips like a cheap whore”, I am starting to feel more confident now, but still feel so conspicuous, and I start to walk along the street looking down to avoid the glare of passing people. I wait where instructed and put my hands on my hips and feel the light wind blowing my short skirt about as I wait for your next text,
The text arrives, “walk over to the car and wait by the window, bend over as though your a whore looking for business”
I can’t see the car,,,,, panic floods through my body….. then I see you… I quickly walk over and you lean over and the window opens. “WHAT ARE YOU, A CHEAP WHORE,” you laugh .. … “can I get in please sir” I say,,, you laugh , “No I think you should stand there a bit longer, bend over, make it look like you're looking for business ..” ..
I am bent over, my skirt is riding up exposing the tops of my hold ups to anyone passing by, and it’s a busy street. . “HOW MUCH FOR A BLOW JOB” you ask, laughing…. I am begging to get in the car, but the door is locked ….. “please let me in sir “ ,,,,,,”GIVE ME THE CARD AND THE CASH”,, you command, and I hand it over…… “ IS’NT THIS THE WRONG WAY ROUND, YOU’RE THE WHORE,,,, I SHOULD BE PAYING YOU,,,,, BUT YOU ARE A DESPERATE FAGOT, SLUT AND YOUR PAYING ME FOR THE PRIVILAGE OF MY COMPANY…” your enjoying this now, enjoying seeing my face so red with shame,, enjoying seeing me so hopelessly at your mercy in every way………
I can see a group of women walking past, real women, sexy young ladies, and they are now starting to notice me – I look towards them, and you see them as well,,,,,, Now they are looking at me and one f them is laughing. It looks like she is about to point their phone at me and take a picture, I panic, the door opens and I throw myself in, and you speed away laughing as i try to get my seat belt on, hiding my face away from the approaching women, hoping they did not manage to get a picture of me. As you drive I feel so much relief to be back in the safety of the car.
“Good girl” you say. First task complete – plenty more fun to come….. Now let’s get parked up and checked into the hotel.
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loving it xxx
