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Walking the Walk Part I
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Walking the Walk Part I Gina and Hank detested the mall but had to return an item to one of the big box stores. They had run their errands earlier that morning and had a decent lunch at one of the chain restaurants, more out of convenience than out of choice. They were hoping where it was the afternoon it would be less busy in the mall, most of the families would have come and gone. Eventually after finding a parking spot, Hank grabbed a shopping bag out of the backseat and they started making their way inside. He took Gina’s hand as they traversed the asphalt jungle, letting go only long enough to open the door for her and make their way inside. Gina always took comfort in Hank’s touch. Her hand just “fit” into his hand like it was meant to be there. Growing up she always found public displays of affection as arbitrary, sure it was cute when you saw an old married retired couple holding hands but outside that the act of that seemed pointless. Somehow, Hank changed all that for her, Hank had changed a lot about her. She thought about that as they waited in line at the customer service desk. He never really changed her, he really just allowed her to see what she had been hiding from herself and society all these years.She squeezed his arm and rested her head against his shoulder. Hank smiled as he felt the squeeze and the comfort of her unfiltered affection. Turning his head, he gently placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Not sure what all that was for, but thank you.” Something about the tenderness of his voice always filled Gina with a calm reassurance, found comfort in the softness of his voice when they shared all the moments like this. There wasn’t the alpha tone that shot adrenaline and endorphins through her. This wasn’t the lust that stirred her desires, this was the love that made each day worthwhile. Here she didn’t serve him, here he doted on her as a true partner. So there they stood waiting. Gina’s heart rate slowed and the overly bright lights of the stored didnt seem to exist , as her head rested on his shoulder. She didn’t mind it was another ten minutes before they got to go up to the desk. After a process of scans and reads of the credit card the item was officially returned. Hank took the receipt and put it in his wallet so he didn't forget to check his account to make sure it was credited back properly. They made their way out of the store and back into the mall. Smiling at her “So not a bad day all things considered right?” Squeezing his hand a little tighter. “Yes not too bad at all.” Something about the way he chuckled brought all her senses on alert. Hank stopped walking and faced towards Gina. “Good then. Because day is going to get a little worse but then a whole lot better. You have an assignment that I expect you to complete without question. Now smile and nod to show you understand.” Dutifully Gina complied as her mind started racing a mile a minute. Is this a good surprise? A punishment? Had she done something wrong and not remembered? The synapses in her brain were firing all at once trying to understand what happening and what to expect. She never said a word, but the endless deluge of thoughts kept slipping in. Hank smiled again “You’ve done nothing wrong, this is not punishment just a learning opportunity.” She was still very nervous, but somehow Hank being able to see what she was thinking without her having to say the words, was a great comfort. “I need your phone and your purse.” The monotone way he said that sent shivers tingling down her spine and excitement throughout her. She was really confused and knew as she handed over her stuff, she would have no way to buy anything or call anyone. Gina complied without question, but was very uneasy about the path that they were heading down. “Now take this bag and follow the instructions I have set inside and I will go get the car.” She opened the bag and pulled out the folded note. Inside she found a crisp $100 bill and the details of what her Sir required of her. She read the letter once, and once again Looking at him, then the letter, she searched His eyes and hid hers from Him. He placed his hand under her chin until it rested against her. He gently lifted her head and kissed her with true meaning. She looked at him there was a firmness but a caring in his eyes. Looking down at her hand she pulled off her wedding rings and handed them over. He pulled out a ring box and placed the rings inside, and put the box in his pocket. He kissed her again and letting the kiss hang on her lips he pulls away and walk away towards the car. Gina was there, literally left holding the bag. Emotions flooded her thinking. Anxiety, excitement, confusion all pinballed inside her. Placing the letter back in the bag, she made her way to the bathroom. Her heart rate was quickly accelerating with every step she took. She wasn’t sure she could do this, but she couldn’t disappoint Him. Pushing the bathroom door open, she thought about Him, knowing He wouldn’t have her try something she couldn’t do. Stepping past the heavy door, she was greeted with a faint aroma of the industrial cleaner and the light din of running water and air dryers. Stepping into the stall, she puts the bag down on the tile floor and took out the instructions. Take the shoes out of the bag and place them on the floor. Gina complied, taking the all black wide strap wrap around platform sandals with silver three inch stilettos, and set them on the floor. Even as she set them down on the tile floor gently the distinct harsh click of the stiletto heel, seemed to whisper and echo around the entire bathroom. It was an odd sight, she thought. Seeing those kind of shoes in such a public place, These shoes were much more fashion than function. The black shoes were as much black strips ,as they were exposed skin, running up over the ankle. The silver stiletto seemed like it could glisten in even the darkest of light. They looked dangerous, they made whoever wore them seem dangerous. Remove your hat, and let down your hair. Take off your shirt and bra. Run your hands over your body and feel My touch. Remember who’s cumslut fucktoy you are. She pulled off her ballcap and pulled the elastic from her hair. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it to bring back some of the body and mask the crease the elastic had left in her hair from the ponytail. Shaking her head she became satisfied with the state of her hair until she could run a brush through it. Taking a deep breath Gina tried to center herself as she slowly pulled off her shirt. She hung it over the bar as her skin goosebumped at the cool air that seems to settle on her skin. Reaching behind she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She could feel the ball of anxiety spiraling and growing in the pit of her stomach. The bathroom stall seemed to be closing in, but she continued on for Him. Taking her hands she got to feel how soft her skin was even in this half chilled room. Her nipples were puckered, somewhat from the excitement and mostly from the cool temperature. The hardened state felt good and she thought of Him and how he loved to tease her nipples every chance he got. Closing her eyes, she could feel His presence. The memory was her living reality swaddling her. There he was, settling behind her, making himself known. His fingertips danced upon on her bare skin, continuing the journey they had made so many times. The tip of his fingertips slowly transforming to His whole hand, so He could feel more of her. His touch possessed her in how it alternated in pressure from a lustful want to an adoring caress and back again. She leaned back feeling the strength of His body as His hands cupped, fondled and adored her breasts. She could sense His enjoyment as He touched and caressed her. She was claimed, and she felt part of herself freed from judgement, all in the name of service to Him. His enjoyment, pleased her. She could almost hear His murmurs and coos of his devotion to her. Biting her lip, she muffled a moan when, as his fingers pinched her sensitive nipple. She shifted her stance as her fingers rolled and twisted her nipple, just like His fingers did. The tingle in her skin made her heart beat faster. Slowly opening her eyes, she felt a pang of sadness when she saw he wasn’t there with her, but could still feel Him on her. She was alone, half naked, in a bathroom stall at the mall. Remove your disguise, show the world who you are. Take off the rest of your clothes and put on just the heels. Gina’s heart rate was still slightly elevated, and knowing what she still had to do, made every nerve ending seem raw. Social conditioning made her feel what she was did behind closed doors and sometimes in a more private yet public spot, was shameful, that she was a bad person. Normal people don’t have these urges, she is sinful, she is garbage, she was a worthless . Unbuttoning her jeans, she was taken back to that first night, Jimmy Parkerson. That cool April night in the back of his beat up ‘77 El Camino. The excitement, the fear, the unknown, that pounding heartbeat with the sinking pit in her stomach as butterflies danced. All the emotions from that journey brought to the surface as she was taking a journey to another first. Wiggling the jeans and panties down past her hips she was reminded where she was when her elbow grazed the wall of the stall. To her, the small reverberating thunk of the hollow metallic walls was a lot louder than it was. Pausing for a moment, she waited for some sort of reaction from others that never surfaced. She was hoping this first he Sir was making her do, was a lot more satisfying than those six and a half minutes with Jimmy. She eased one foot into the shoe and then started weaving the soft fabric criss-cross around her leg until there was no more and it ended just a few fingers below her knee. She found a momentary reprieve from her nerves as she completed the mindless task on the other leg. Standing naked in nothing but heels, it felt like the Earth itself was reaching out and coiling around her legs like vines rooting her to the energy and mana that often goes unfelt. She felt powerless but to obey Him, yet powerful in what she was doing. Her legs felt confined but free. The soft compression was like a welcome embrace. Feeling a rush of heat wash over her as she imagined his beautiful hands running over her legs, like when he is pampering her and rubbing the massage oil into her skin after a bath. She couldn’t help but run her hand back over her breast as she pictured His hands on her. Running her thumb down over her puckered nipple made her feel a twinge of want flutter between her thighs. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to slide her hand down her bare skin and delve between her thighs. She knew if she touched and felt the first drops of wetness pooling within her she would not be able to stop touching. She would feel His fingers exploring and teasing her like they both so enjoy together. She would forget where she was and keep touching until she came. She knew she didn’t have permission and resisted the urge her body wanted. But now, her body was on high alert and super sensitive to any senses. Place on your restraints. Remember you are forever bound to me. Taking the three inch wide gold bracelets from the bag, she placed them on her wrists. The feel of the metal sparked an onslaught of memories of the St Andrew's cross, the various handcuffs, spreader bars, and even the one time He coiled an old anchor chain around her arms and pinned her down on that private summer beach. He used to tease her, that these were her Wonder Woman bracelets where she would learn freedom in being restrained, the empowerment of submission. The bracelets themselves were simple and inornate. There were no markings just a band of gold that seemed to be forged with her very wrists in mind. They were elegant in their simplicity and glamor. They were an unseen tether to Him. By wearing them she was the slave to His will, but also served as a totem of His promise to her. Something she could wear in public, as much as in private. The simple act of wearing them, freed her from obligations, for He would provide the guidance and handle all the details.The feel of them against her skin helped settle her nerves, and some confidence slowly manifested within her. Her submission to Him, made her strong. She knew she would need His strength to do what He now required of her. You are beautiful, you are sexy, you are all woman. You can try to deny yourself that, your can try to hide it from the world, but you can’t deny Me, you WON’T deny Me you. She needed to dress and started with the, more sheer than lace, vintage nude colored wedding style over bust corset. She wrapped the corset around her, recounting all the times they spent together as she learned to put it on by herself. Picturing how His eyes monitored her every move, now hearing the sound of His voice inside her head as he offered praise when she earned it. She remembered to hook the second eyelet first then the bottom and once everything was in place to save the top eyelet for last. She remember her training and how to alternate pulling up and pulling down on the loops to work on tightening the top and then the bottom. Working the corset tighter and tighter around her. Then tightening the crosses and removing the slack by pulling on the loops. She felt the gradual compression around her ribs. Felt the bones of the corset straighten her back and centering her core. Tying the bows behind her back was easy and completed the The sweetheart neckline only accentuated the<b> cleavage </font></b>she had, and was becoming more predominant with each tightening of the crosses and loops. She felt as if one wrong move and she would just spill out over the top of the corset exposing herself to all that saw her. She reached behind and double checked the shape of the lines binding the corset to ensure it was the correct shape. Enjoying the enhanced contours the corset gave her, she ran her hands down the hourglass shape. Feeling the fabric along her palms as her fingertip ran down one of the bones. There was something comforting in the strength and support the ribs gave her. She felt sexy in it. That the extra visual of her curves were some magic wand she could use to extract what she wanted to those close enough to fall under her spell. Taking the black leather miniskirt from the bag she wraps it around her hips. She listened to the click of the zipper as the teeth caught and locked with each other. The black leather skirt felt snug on her hips and was just barely long enough to cover past the crease of where her ass meets her leg. She knew he wanted her to make the walk commando. She could feel the air circulating over her. It made her heat all the more noticeable. The wetness has nowhere to go but be between her thighs. She could feel how exposed she was in such a very short skirt. This skirt was designed for very specific purposes. To illicit want and attraction and two to provide false modesty when her Sir bends her over and takes what is His without having to worry about clothing. She knew with every step she was going to take her body would remind her just how exposed she was. The shortness of the skirt would easily ride up and leave nothing about her to the imagination. She leaned down to take out the last article of clothing and feeling the skirt rise up and feeling just exactly how exposed she was. She picked up the black leather vest. Slinging it over her shoulders, her fingers followed the plunging neckline down to the top button that was a mere inch or so above her belly button. She buttoned the two remaining buttons and smoothed out the vest beneath her hands. There was a silky wet kind of feeling with the way the leather was so soft and smooth against her fingertips and the palms of her hands. She tugged at the hem of the vest trying to pull it down but the leather wasn’t very forgiving. The vest barely met the skirt and any movement raised the vest just so that there were tiny flashes of her midriff. Reaching into the envelope she took the crisp fifty dollar bills and folded them in half. She followed His instructions and slid the money into the bust of her corset behind the strap of her vest. The simple act of having to use her body as her purse made Gina feel the conventional shame of being a lower class. This was how prostitutes must carry their money she thought. She looked like a and now being denied a simple fashion statement and having to carry her only resources with her body, she was acting like a common . She could feel her heart rate beat faster and faster as mixed emotions flooded her. Wondering what lesson she could ever learn in such a cruel test, feeling a sense of panic creep up made every sense heightened. She felt the corset restricting her from taking a full deep breath. She had to close her eyes and find some peace within herself so she could calm down and catch her breath. Using a slow breathing technique T/They had worked on together she was able to keep the anxiety at bay. She took a moment and collected herself and remembered how He protected her, how everything He did and commanded was for her. Be My doll. Make yourself pretty. Make Me want you. If you ever want to suck My cock give me something pretty I can fuck. She grabbed the bag and was ready to complete the first phase of her duty. The metallic creek of the stall door seemed to echo throughout the bathroom. She stepped out of the stall with every step she took sounding like the stiletto heel would punch thru and shatter each tile it came into contact with. The click of the shoe and the schink of the heel rhythmically reverberated around the room as she made her way to the sink. She set the bag down and pulled out a hairbrush and a small makeup bag. She cupped her hand underneath the automatic faucets and proceeded to attempt to wet down her hair a little bit. She cursed these automatic faucets since the temp was more cool than warm but she made do with what she had, what else could she do. She brushed her hair back into the ponytail she had only this time making the tail as tight as she could. She could feel how her scalp seemed to be urged to be pulling on her. She was halfway through pulling all her hair together into her hand when there was the sound of a flushing toilet a lady stepped out a stall. The older lady started to make her way to the sink when she saw Gina and literally stopped in her tracks as her mind tried to process what to do next.The lady hung her head and scurried to the sink furthest from Gina, ever so eager to get as far away from such an untouchable. Gina didn’t look at the lady but could feel the lady glance over at her and feel the lady’s repulsion and judgement. Gina tried to shake off the doubt and unexpected pain that came with being judged as she tied elastic around her hair and tighten the ponytail one last time. As the older lady scurried out the door as fast as her feet could take her, Gina focused on brushing her bangs before placing the hairbrush into the bag. From there Gina opened up the make up bag and found He had only supplied one of each item, thus dictating what color makeup she would wear. Everything was all in place and ready for her. Gina started with the black eyeliner. She felt kind of like a giant in her three inch heels and leaned forward to get closer to the mirror. The cool bathroom air caressed her ass and she could feel nearly a third of it exposed as her skirt slid up as she bent. Gine opened her eyes wide and continued the ritual of lining her eyes in the black outline bringing distinct contrast to the whites of her eyes and the semi bronzed glow of her skin. Next she searched through the small makeup bag as if there was a hidden compartment. She shook her head as she realized He purposely did not include the mascara. He always said she had beautiful eyelashes, but that sweet silly man never did grasp how each element balances the other. So Gina shook it off and pulled out the charcoal colored eyeshadow. She worked the brush so the color faded the further it went towards the outer corner of her eyes. Somehow the simple routine of putting on makeup enabled Gina’s mind to relax. Grabbing the blush she knew how much he like her “natural beauty” so she gently blended the blush into her cheeks. Using just enough blush to give some additional color and her cheekbones some additional definition but still look like she wasn’t wearing any at all. Gina chuckled to herself at how clueless men were and how much us ladies have to go thru to get ready and still look “natural”. She applied the deep candy apple red lipstick to her lips knowing that color alone would garner a few head turns. She felt a twinge of excitement tickle its way down her spine when she thought of how many of the men out there would see her full red lips and wonder what they felt like wrapped around their cock. She turned her face side to side and ensured she did a decent enough job in this horrible lighting. Zipping up the makeup back and dropping it into the bag, it seemed as if she was ready, well physically at least. Walk the Walk Seeing herself in the mirror, Gina could see how the nude color of the corset, from a distance, would give the impression she was simply wearing a barely there vest. Her fading summer tan was just a few shades off from the corset and was barely noticeable when one got a closer look. The plunging neckline of the vest only drew more attention to the<b> cleavage </font></b>that was on full display. Her makeup helped accentuate her beauty and brought out a vixen’s sex appeal. It was indeed a face she would be glad to have Him fuck and use how ever He pleased. She loved how He let her gag on Him till the tears pooled in her eyes. That somehow being His pleasure brought them closer together. Taking a few steps back she looked over the rest of her outfit. The skirt was actually very cute in its simplicity. She couldn’t help but try and tug it down when seeing how distinctly short it really was and seeing the gold bracelets reflect the dull bathroom lighting. Her legs did seem to go for miles in the dress and heels and found herself to be oddly empowered by how sexy she felt. She loved the elegant look of the criss-cross pattern of the fabric over her lower legs.She was sexy with a surprising elegance. She thought to herself that well if I am a least I am a high end escort, maybe to some senator or CEO or something. Her mind momentarily hung onto that thought. Made a note to herself that maybe that's a roleplay He would let her do sometime. She took as deep as a breath as the corset would allow her to take and picked up the back. She was anxious and incredibly nervous not knowing what lay ahead of her. She could already hear the judgement, shame, disgust, lust , and objectification of all the mall dwellers out there. She was taking some comfort in the rhythmic click schink of each footstep and as she pulled on the big heavy door her journey began... |
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