Humiliation part two – the shopping trip

In part one of this adventure which can be found here i described how the slut in this story picked up a stranger from an airport coffee shop. The story continues below.

The guest house was the kind of place where people stay the night before their holiday particularly if they need to leave early in the morning for their flight and want to leave their car without paying airport car park charges. This couple were not the usual clientele, but were welcomed warmly none the less.

A couple of hours after check in, they emerged from the small shower cubicle together. Much had happened already. She had been collared and cuffed and made to kneel before him and take his big and very hard cock deep in her throat. She had welcomed his cock into her pussy, while she lay helpless, hands cuffed behind her back. Then he had taken her arse, something he knew she was particularly partial to. He was right! She had already lost count of how many times he had made her cum, but her pussy throbbed at the memory.

By the time they left the sanctity of their room to go in search of an indoor picnic at a local supermarket, she was wearing nipple clamps, her short dress and fuck me heels (higher than the ones she had picked him up in). Nothing else. She walked purposefully beside him. It was only a 10 minute walk away, and it is not unusual to see a woman wearing a short dress and heels on a hot summers evening. She was conscious the whole time though that she wore no underwear and that her nipples were clamped.

This man loves a bit of shopping it seams. He likes to wander back and forward while deciding what to eat and he loves a bargain. She pushed the trolley, found  a couple of reduced items which were greeted well and otherwise walked backwards and forwards either in front or behind him. Her nipples grew more and more painful but she found it a useful reminder of what had already happened, what would happen later and of course what she was.

At the back of the shop, she bent down to examine some wine (even though she was planning to stick to her no alcohol on a weeknight plan) and he took the opportunity to take a good look under her dress; to view her bare backside, her shaved pussy. To touch her.

Exciting the shop with their goodies they made their way though an alleyway towards the street where the guest house was situated. This was an excellent opportunity for Him to tell her to bend over and expose herself. Of course she did as she was told.

The walk back was painful. Her feet hurt; these shoes were not for walking. Plus she had insolently refused stockings for this trip as the ones he wanted her to wear would have looked ridiculous with the dress. Punishment is still to be given for this! In truth the stockings would have prevented the blister that formed on one of her feet. More painful still was that which emanated from her nipples. At the same time though she realised that this was a pain that also made her increasingly wet. A couple of times He tested this out by pinching her nipples and then touching her under her dress.

Once in the room he took full advantage of the feelings of humiliation, of arousal and of pain to complete his mission to make her submit to the needs of his once again hard and shiny cock. What is more she loved it.

Humiliation part one – the pick up

The journey was a hot one, a sunny day, the weather very warm. Her car, almost 8 years old was without air conditioning. It wasn’t just the heat of the day though, the anticipation of what was to come added to the wetness which surrounded her lower body. The traffic was heavy, the road notorious for hold ups. The constant stopping and starting just added to the feelings of anticipation, after all, she was pretty eager to arrive.

The airport car park was busy, but finally she found a space on the 4th floor. Gathering her bag, and changing from flat sandals to heels she walked towards the lifts and the terminal building.

First stop was the ladies toilets. She needed to change from her sticky work clothes into something less heavy. Something short, something suitable for the occasion. Locking the cubicle door behind her she hung her bag from the hook on the wall and stripped off her skirt, top and bra (she was wearing no panties). She let all but the bra fall to the floor. Putting the bra inside the bag, she took out some stockings and a suspender belt bag and perched on the toilet. The stockings were smooth to the touch as she put them on. Running her hands up her legs, she shuddered slightly thinking about what was to come. Standing up in just stockings and shoes she set about attaching the suspender belt to the tops of the stockings. Lastly she took the little blue dress, and pulled it over her head, pulling it down to just below the tops of her stockings. She gathered up the work clothes and put them into her bag before emerging from the cubicle she headed towards the washbasins to apply her make up.

The airport had two terminals and she knew she was in the wrong one. She headed towards the monorail that connects them. She was excited, thrilled by what was about to happen, but at the same time nervous. Her dress was short, only just covering her bare newly shaved pussy, the air conditioning within the building made her feel cool for the first time in hours even though heat permeated from that area of her body.

The people around her were mainly casually dressed. Travel clothes, loose, cool. Some wore trousers, others shorts. No one appeared to be wearing heels, stockings. She wondered if anyone would look at her and notice. But actually no one appeared to. 

Within minutes she emerged from the train, along with a throng  of holiday makers with their heavy suitcases and strolled along the moving walkway towards her destiny. She reached a junction and rather than walk towards the check in desks as the people with suitcases did she took the route towards the arrivals hall.

This area was quieter than the monorail or the departure area and contained a number of coffee shops and other retail outlook. Ahead was a set of stairs, she climbed them slowly, but purposefully, mindful that a workman in a fluorescent jacket was standing within view and that there was a good chance he might be able to see up her short dress.

The coffee shop seating area was empty except for one man who was seated at the back by the wall. He glanced up over his reading glasses as she walked towards the counter and their eyes met. He was a smart looking traveller; wearing a light brown linen suit and a patterned silk shirt. This looked like an opportunity.

She bought a bottle of sparkling water from the counter, then taking the bottle and a glass walked to an adjacent seating area and sat down on the padded black seat. Having poured the water, she took a sip and looked across. He was looking at her. She looked down at her legs and pulled her dress up slightly so he could see her stocking tops and opened her legs a little, leaving him with no doubt what kind of a girl she was and what he could expect from her.

The minutes passed, she observed a group of airport police, complete with guns and a dog. Thinking she had better be less obvious. She swapped chairs thinking that this would give him a better view, without any chance of the police noticing but then found that the chairs in front of her prevented this. She also noticed that she was in full view of what seemed to be a staff room; she moved back. She didn’t want to expose herself to them while hiding herself from her target.

She finished her drink, gathered her belongings and headed back down the stairs. Glancing behind she was pleased to see he was behind her. Back through the airport, a  short stop in the book shop, he was behind her all the way. Just before the monorail she stopped and he stopped right behind her. She asked him if he was following her and he smiled a lovely smile and agreed he was. He offered her a small cloth bag which he said she had left behind. Actually she hadn’t but looking inside and seeing an array of adult toys she took the bag and agreed that indeed she had left it in the cafe.

Standing waiting for the train she felt a hand touching her leg, it travelled up her stocking top and briefly touched her bare bottom. She shivered with excitement enjoying the touch of his hand, before remembering that this was crowded place and that she didn’t know this man and moving forward slightly. The train arrived and she stood facing the exit door. She could feel him standing close, his hands lifting her dress. Moisture erupted from her pussy as a cool breeze swept across her backside. She shook him off before edging back towards him for more. She wanted and needed this man and he seemed to want her,

She walked towards the lift to the car park and he followed. Inside the lift they were alone, they faced each other. Now he took her in his arms, kissed her and put his hands openly up her dress and felt her hot wet pussy. He asked her what she was at the airport for. She told him truthfully that she was there to find a man and he was the one. He told her he was a traveller and that he had been in a remote place where sexy women were far and few between. She observed his small rucksack and thought this unlikely.

They got into the front seats of the car, she in the driver seat, since this was her car and he again touched what would very soon become rightfully his. She was already close to the edge, could easily have cum there and then. But he took his hand away and instead undid the zip on his trousers. It was obvious what he wanted and she was happy to oblige.

In the middle of the 4th floor of the car park she leaned down and took his large, hard, smooth cock in her mouth.

The Good (rather than), the bad and slightly bizarre

The best thing about Monday night was the feeling that we could be out on a proper date, rather than meeting for lots of sex and then going home. Well of course there was lots of sex and then i did go home, but still.

The hour before we left for the restaurant was pretty intense, as that first hour together tends to be when you haven’t seen each other for a couple of weeks. Sir reclaims every part of my body and i make sure he knows that i know what i am there for. His fingers between my legs, between the slit of my little split g-string, making me gasp. Lying down on the cupboard while Sir explored me with his tongue. On my knees for sir while i tasted his cock again. On the bed nipples clamped, Sir’s tongue on my clit, bringing me to the edge, again. On the floor in front of the mirror while Sir took my ass. Then lying together on the bed, stroking, kissing.

When we left the room to go out for dinner, i was wearing the remote controlled egg. Sir had to practise the functions on the way to get the hang of it. i just loved the unpredictability of it suddenly sending little pulses through me. The restaurant wasn’t busy, though it was a Monday so the fact that there were a few groups and couples was a good indication that we were likely to get a good meal. We weren’t disappointed. This was actually the first time we had been out for dinner together, usually we have eaten food that Sir has prepared in his house or one time a picnic. The tables had cloths as requested by Sir, but sadly we weren’t sitting in quite the right position to each other to take advantage of that. Still there was the egg, which Sir said he couldn’t tell was on or off (since he couldn’t hear it), i have to say that i could! The food was very nice and the service attentive but not over powering.

We took a scenic tour of the City back to the room, luckily the rain we had experienced on the way to the restaurant had stopped. However there were quite a few people around so no chance for any kind of naughtiness (just as well probably). So back to the room and more quality time together before i headed off home (as previously described).

Tuesday dawned, another wet day (June has been the wettest on record and July seems set to follow suit) as i headed over to the B&B. i arrived shortly after 9am and with check out at 10.30 there wasn’t a great deal of time. Still as if we only ever had an hour or so we would fill it up pretty intensely, and we did! The actual order of proceedings are kind of blurred right now, but suffice to say that Sir claimed each of my holes with His cock. Plus i was given my fair share of orgasms. All in all it was a pretty good start to the day.

The rest of the day we spent doing some fun, but dull weather related activities – shopping (some very nice new red split panties await me as Sir’s for next time), walking, sightseeing (we were in a historic kind of place) and a very pleasant lunch.

As i returned home, Sir safely on the train, me slightly red faced from my encounter with Mrs B&B lady, but my bag safely by my side, i could still feel where Sir had been. A slightly sore feeling bottom and a feeling of satisfaction. That feeling is worth any kind of slight embarrassment. Especially as that lady knows what i know: i am definitely a slut, just a forgetful one!

The good, the bad and slightly bizarre

I have been wondering how to describe the last couple of days and maybe this will sum it up! Perhaps reverse order, like X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent and Miss World? Warning: this will be quite a long post so I am splitting it into two.

Slightly Bizarre
Sir was very pleased with himself. He found a lovely B&B in the middle of the City, overlooking the Cathedral. It was very nice, and the room was lovely. The bed was low, but it was beautiful. If a Person arrived there organised, with rope then their Sub could be tied to that bed nicely. Still we weren’t to know, and sadly despite the lovely spacious room, with its lovely bed, beautiful bathroom, we won’t be able to visit again. This is directly related to the decision i made aproximately a week or more ago that staying over would be a step too far.

Cheating on hubby doesn’t come easily to me, i am new to it. Indeed i would say i am learning how to be Sir’s slut more quickly and efficiently than learning to be particularly adventurous or good at telling lies. Usually in a year i might stay out overnight once or twice and i have already done that 3 times (only one of those with Sir mind you, the others on bonefide work trips). I should have made this number 4 but instead i decided to go home and then return to Sir bright and early. This was a mistake in a small B&B. The lady of the house met me at the front door as i left, and asked where i was going and what about my husband? I managed to escape but then getting into my car realised i had left my glasses in Sir’s room (damn Sir’s glasses fetish, contact lenses are often more convenient)! Sir brought my glasses down, which involved him needing to interact with Mrs lady of the house!

i returned in the morning; Sir told me that she continued to refer to me as his wife, though he had never told her i was such a person. She greeted me as i came in feeling not a little embarrassed, but to be honest Sir kept me busy for a good hour or more after that (more later).

i had brought a bag with me, with the sorts of things a girl might need when meeting her lover on a summers evening (stockings, suspenders, a variety of toys and fuck me shoes to name but a few things). These were packed in the bag as we prepared to leave at around 10.30.

At around 3pm, as i dropped Sir at the station it became apparent that while we had Sir’s belongings we did not have mine. Luckily Sir had suggested he take home with him a number of items  – maids outfit and my split bra and knickers (Sir particularly likes these), so these were in his bag. After leaving Sir to get his train i returned to the B&B and Mrs lady of the house.

She opened the door with a little smile. The kind of smile that tells you she has had a good look and has a mental view of every item – the egg vibe with remote control, the butt plug, the vibrator (the last 2 not used on this occasion), the suspender belt, stockings and the black 4 inch heels. “you will be needing this” she said as i practically ran to my car and drove off. Sir’s text later showed he found all of this VERY amusing.

The moral. Be brave, stay the night with your man and don’t forget your bag especially if its contents are a little on the embarrassing side!

The Bad

This bit will be short, since not much was actually bad.

The weather could have been better; have i mentioned how terrible this summer is proving, well it is! There was rain and when it wasn’t raining it wasn’t entirely dry. Still we didn’t let the weather cause us too much trouble since we are British people who are used to it!

Sir felt a little off colour over the two days. However he didn’t really let it prevent us having some pretty good sex. OK so he wasn’t necessarily up to his own very high standards, but they were way higher than those offered up by most men. i was not disappointed!

Nothing else was especially bad. Good will follow shortly!