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"In Anticipation of Shoes" by slave daphne
----- GwD: The American Dream with a Twist -- of Lime ***** Issue #69 -----
----- release date: 11-25-99 ***** ISSN 1523-1585 -----
[NOTE: This article is intended for a mature audience. It contains
descriptions of sexual acts many might deem "perverse." We are unaware of any
pornography laws and/or lawmakers this article violates. If it is illegal to
have adult text in your area, don't read any further, or we ain't responsible.
This article contains detailed descriptions of oral sex, sexual intercourse,
sodomy, spanking, lesbianism, masturbation, exhibitionism, and voyeurism. You
should most likely quit reading now if you are offended by sexual content, or if
words such as "ass," "pussy," "cock," "cunt," "butt plug," and/or "rimjob"
offend you.
This article does not necessarily reflect the views of either GwD Publications,
its parent company (GwD, Inc.); nor any member, employee, or officer thereof;
nor do any of the aforementioned necessarily advocate the behaviors described.
However, we might. After all, our pseudo-religious/quasi-political philosophy
*is* founded on PORNO.]
< My name is daphne and I am a 24/7 live-in slave to my Mistress Ann. We have >
< been together 3 of the 5 years of my journey through D & s. i have not ever >
< tried to write about my life as a submissive and a slave, but hope to do an >
< adequate job of relating portions of my journey to you. i call it "In Anti- >
< cipation of Shoes." Feel free to copy, distribute and enjoy this. i would >
< like to thank the various Masters and Mistresses who proofread and gave me > ]
< literary advice and My Mistress Ann for her love and Her discipline. -daphne >
It was a Friday night, and i had just gotten home from work. As usual, i
immediately stripped and quickly showered. After a shower ending with the timed
2 minutes of cold water, i locked on my harness. This consists of replacing my
1/2" leather 'choker' and it's little behind-the-head padlock with my heavy
leather home collar, locking the large brass padlock at my throat. Next, came
the waist cincher and it's demi-cups which leave my tattooed breasts and pierced
nipples exposed. i drew the lacing tight, pulling my waist in 2", tied the
strings off and then secured the 4 straps with their little brass padlocks. i
then buckled the halter straps to my collar. Next came the hip straps that run
to my thighs and are padlocked on as well. This leaves my tattooed ass and
pierced pussy exposed and available at all times. As per Mistress Ann's
standing house rules, no female slave may wear panties without specific
permission. i hurried to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
amanda, my Mistress's other slave, came in and started helping after
changing into her harness. her's is a more conventional harness, with a "X"
chest and back, and a connected "Y" crotch strap that padlocks at the waist.
amanda wears the same collar all the time. She is a cute little goth girl,
less than a year in D/s, but a quick learner. i think she will make a good
Domme some day. We had dinner ready and hot when My Mistress came in the door.
We greeted her on our knees, as we should, since we had heard her car pull in.
She gave us our customary 2 swats to butts with Her hand, although the paddle
was handy. We ate quietly, but we could tell My Mistress had something on her
mind. We didn't ask what, we knew better. If she wished us to know, she would
tell us. But our curiosity was piqued. amanda and i were doing the dishes when
the door bell rang. amanda was closest, so she answered the door.
It was Mistress Mary (a friend of Our Mistress's) and we were well
acquainted with her stern discipline. Her slave, tom, was at her heels carrying
a large army-type duffel bag. Mary gave amanda a quick inspection and a couple
slaps with the paddle. i wondered what was up as we normally prepare for even a
small party. My Mistress had not told or even hinted at anything happening this
weekend other than her impending business trip to Japan tomorrow morning. My
Mistress and Mary chatted for a bit, while i finished the kitchen. When i was
finished, i emerged and knelt next to amanda in anticipation of some fun
tonight. Mistress Mary is Very Good with a flogger and keeps you guessing as to
intensity, rhythm and placement of the strike. Mary whispered something to tom
quietly, so i watched him to see what he was up to. My Mistress then summoned
amanda to her and commanded her to stand for inspection. amanda stood, legs
spread shoulder width and her hands behind her head, fingers interlocked. This
brought my attention back to my Mistress. She perused amanda, and had me fetch
a pair of tweezers. i ran to the bathroom and returned promptly, kneeling and
presenting them. amanda had missed a couple pussy hairs and Mistress Ann
plucked one, then had amanda pluck the rest. She then told amanda that she was
being loaned for the weekend to Mistress Mary and that she was to obey Her in
all things as if Mary was her Mistress. Mary called her over and had her kneel
in front of Her and told her to clean her shoe. Mistress Mary then blindfolded
amanda, laced her into a bondage sleeve, hog tied her with a coil of soft cotton
rope, and had slave tom stuff her into the duffel bag. They then left.
My Mistress then announced that we were going shoe shopping. She needed
just the right pair of shoes for her business trip that she was leaving on the
next day. And maybe something for me. She had me put on some torn fishnet
stockings that were held up by the harness's thigh bands. Next was a very short
black leather mini skirt, black mesh cropped T-shirt, and purple velvet vest,
unbuttoned, over my harness. Black leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a pair of
5" black heels completed the ensemble. She clipped her leash to my collar and
out the door we went. It was cold outside, dusk having fallen. I felt the cool
air swish past my bare pussy, and looked to see if any neighbors were out. None
were, but the anticipation of being seen thus had quickened my pulse. i have
been seen on My Mistress's leash before, and at least a couple of the men in the
neighed seem to be appreciative. Mistress Ann put me in the trunk and padlocked
my hands behind me, and shut the lid. The trunk is padded and ventilated, for
safety, as amanda and I often travel in there.
The car started and we drove, and i wondered where we were going, and tried
to guess by the movements of the car. i was unsuccessful in my attempts to
guess, though. When we stopped, she let me out, unlocked me and checked my
circulation. i was surprised to see that we were not at a shoe store, but the
local S&M shop. What kind of shoes did she need for a business trip?
She relocked my arms, and led me in.
Upon entering, Ann put the leash in my mouth and told me to wander, but to
stay close. A couple in the store watched me closely, the man's eyes afire. i
was looking at a wicked pair of red 6" heel knee boots with built-in ankle locks
when My Mistress called me over to the counter were she had been talking to the
counter clerk, a stout woman in her 30's with a nose ring. My Mistress
indicated three huge butt plugs on the counter and asked which i liked the best.
They were all larger than any i had been forced to wear, and all looked way to
big to fit into this slave's butt. i indicated the smallest, a wicked black
plug with swirling ridges. Ann smiled, told me to turn around and bend over,
spreading my legs wide. "Oh God", i thought, "Here? In the store?" The
transaction went on and another couple came it and started to browse. i heard a
package being opened and thought, "Oh no! It's too big!". My Mistress then
showed me the unwrapped plug. It wasn't the black one, but an immense
fist-sized pink silicon number, the middle size one of the three earlier. She
told me to prepare, unlocked my crotch strap and gooped up my ass hole with some
lube.
Embarrassed and hot at the same time, i was very aware of the other people
in the store. i tried to relax and just let it in. The pressure was gentle but
insistent at first, then firm. The pressure increased; i reached what i thought
was my limit. The burn increased as my Mistress forced this immense plug into
my ass. i was so close to crying by the time it was shoved home, i was thinking
of collapsing to the floor. One of the female spectators looked horrified and
looking for escape, but her man held her firm by the shoulders, whispering in
her ear. The saleswoman with the nose ring suggested that i'd not been as
cooperative as possible, and should be disciplined. My Mistress then padlocked
a 3" brass bell to two of my labia rings! It dangled on a 6" chain and rang each
time it hit my thighs. She had me stand up, took the leash, and admonished me
for it being wet (i had been drooling on it). My Mistress borrowed a wooden
paddle from the counter woman, had me spread my legs and bend back over, and
proceeded to spank me 10 hard times for my slobbering on her leash. i watched
a Master masturbate his female companion while they looked on. Then we left, my
ass on fire and my pussy wet.
Hog tied again and back in the trunk, we drove for longer than i expected.
And we didn't go home. The car stopped and My Mistress opened the trunk and
told me, "We'll be walking the mall. i will have to stop several places. And
slut, Pay Attention!" My eyes had been wandering around the parking lot,
searching for witnesses. She untied me and checked my circulation with several
hard pinches and slaps. She buckled a ball gag loosely around my neck, hinting
that maybe it would get used. She gathered up the leash, and off we went. As
we walked though the parking lot, i became instantly aware as to how LOUD the
bell was! We were about to enter through Macy's, but we stopped and she
unbuttoned my vest so it hung loose. One wrong move or brushing into something
wrong and pow, i was exposed. And my hands were locked behind me! She paraded
me though the store and out into the mall proper. God, i could have died! Here
i was, a woman of 30, dressed like a slut (which I am), wearing a crotch bell
and with a giant plug in my ass, being led on a leash in a public shopping mall
at night by a younger woman! A group of teen-age boys spotted us immediately.
We ignored them. i got several stares from guys and one started following us.
We moved down the mall and entered a Goth shop. My Mistress purchased a
couple of silver finger rings. From there we moved down the mall to Victoria's
Secret. My Mistress unlocked me and had me get some new stockings and while i
changed into them, Ann and the clerk discussed my vest and its material and cut.
My breasts, with their tattoos and heavily pierced nipples, were repeatedly
exposed to the saleslady. i'd seen her before somewhere else, but could not
place her. i was very wet by now; my juices were running down my thighs to the
tops of the stockings. Then, hands locked behind me again, i followed My
Mistress back out into the mall, pussy ringing and dripping.
We went down to the shoe store. There i knelt, knees apart so as to cause
the mini skirt to ride up and expose my shaven and pierced pussy, as well as my
plugged and paddled ass. She tried on several pairs, but didn't really like any
so we moved on. The guy following us had disappeared.
At the next shoe store, i knelt again. This store had much better service
and while i knelt there, i could see the clerks maneuvering to get glimpses of
my tits and exposed and belled pussy. i was still quite wet and my ass was
adjusting to the immense butt plug. My Mistress found two pairs she liked and
spoke to the clerk. The store was empty but for us, although folks were still
walking by. My Mistress called for me and i got up and went to her. She
smiled, said she would enjoy this, handing my leash to the older salesman, along
with a condom! She then unlocked my wrists and sat down. Ben, as his name tag
said, led me behind the counter, and unzipped his fly. i knelt, looked at My
Mistress again. She had a hand under her skirt and motioned for me to continue.
The younger clerk, a lad of maybe 19, was all jumping and squirming and saying,
"No way this is happening!" Ben's hand shook as he tore open the condom pack
and i started using my hands to get him hard, although it didn't take long! i
rolled the condom on and proceeded to blow him. The younger salesman squirmed
and finally went into the back room to watch though the curtain and jerk-off.
It didn't take long for Ben to finish. He came hard & fast. My Mistress told
the salesmen, "Thanks," paid much less for the shoes than they were worth, and
we left, shoe bag in my mouth and with my hands locked behind my back. We were
followed by a mall rent-a-cop out to our car. The purchases went into the trunk
and i got to ride in the front seat.
On the return trip, My Mistress had me take off my vest and buckle the ball
gag into place. Several people noticed me on the way home. There we entered
My Mistress's house and she had me strip in front of the still-open door! She
inspected me, then led me towards her dungeon room. i was SO ready! i was SO
hot and so wet that i was about ready to endure anything in order for permission
to CUM! She had me kneel in front of the leather foot stool and we discussed
the trip. Then she blindfolded me. i heard her rummaging around, wondering
what was next. "Anticipation is SO much fun", said My Mistress. Then she took
off the blindfold. On the stool, i realized, was the new steel chastity belt
that My Mistress had me measured for some 6 months earlier! My Mistress said,
"Lets see how well it fits"...
Submissively with Love and By Command,
slave daphne
[This is issue #69 of "GwD: The American Dream with a Twist -- of Lime." As
such, a sexual theme was deemed appropriate, especially since the "GwDAdult"
project (a long anticipated "mature" companion publication) has been scrapped.
We're sorry if it offended you, but hey, you were warned, and nobody forced you
to read it. So quit yer bitchin'. Hell, we have to find out what happened to
daphne next, don't we?]
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