Coffee Shop Slut

I checked my reflection in the shop window adjacent to the coffee store and knew I looked good. I had dressed as master had instructed. Three and a half inch heels, fishnet hold-ups, black silk mid-thigh flared mini skirt. I wore a black satin bra and matching thong and the bra was clearly visible through the clinging low-cut white chiffon blouse.

I pulled out my compact from my handbag and with perfectly manicured bright-red nails, flipped it open to check my make-up. Again, as instructed, I had applied my make-up as ordered by Master via e-mail the previous evening. Blue eye-shadow, heavy liner and mascara, and heavy rouge high on my cheekbones. The scarlet lip stick made my lips look full and plump - I smiled, knowing that I looked like a slut, as Master wished.

I had never met Master before entering the coffee shop, never even seen a photograph but he was where he told me he would be - sitting on a sofa in the far corner of the shop with a ruck-sack by his feet. I spied him across the crowded room. He was older than I - about 20 years older but he looked strong, masculine, sexy. All I had hoped. I walked over towards where he sat, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor.

"So," he said as I sat down on the sofa beside him, "You came to meet me, Slut." I smiled and he added, "Now sit closer to me, Slut. Sit so that our thighs are touching."

I sidled up to him until our legs were tight against one another and he moved his lips close to my ear, breathing in the smell of my hair and the perfume from my neck before whispering, "There are three ice cold frappaccinos sitting on the table in front of you, Slut, and you must drink precisely two and a half of them. You have ten minutes."

As he whispered these words in my ear, I felt his breath close to me and tingled. His request seemed a strange one but I did as instructed and lifted the first iced drink, putting the straw between my lips and sucking greedily, aware that drinking two and a half of these in ten minutes would be a challenge.

"Now, Slut," he continued, still close to my ear, "lift your ass a little to allow my hand under you."

I did as ordered and he eased his hand under my ass, my skirt flaring out behind me, my ass cheeks returning to the cold leather of the sofa as Master's fingers manipulated my thong, moving it to one side and thrusting two fingers into my wet and willing pussy. I did not react to his fingers as they roughly entered me. I eased my legs open a little, and squirmed my ass a little on his hand as I sat, continuing to drink my frappaccino as quickly as I could.

"You have seven minutes left," he whispered in my ear, his fingers probing deeper into me. "And do not dare cum, Slut, until I tell you to."

Placing one empty drink down and lifting the next, I sucked greedily on the straw and nodded.

The drink was chilling my stomach, which was lurching as I felt an orgasm building in the pit of my tummy just above my groin. As Master's fingers began fucking me harder and faster, I tried to focus on the people in the coffee shop all around us, oblivious to my predicament. I so wanted to put down the drink, throw back my head, play with my nipples and cum but, wishing to please my Master, merely sat obediently drinking the ice cold coffee and letting myself be finger-fucked harder and faster.

"You know, Slut, that you are mine?" he asked, as I struggled to stave off my orgasm.

I nodded, slurping the last of the second drink and picking up the third from the table.

"You are mine to do with as I please?"

I nodded again, wanting to scream in ecstasy at the feel of his persistent fingers deep in my pussy. My pussy felt wet and eager and hungry for more as his fingers slid in and out ever more rapidly.

The iced coffee was lying heavy in my stomach and I was beginning to struggle to drink anymore, my bladder feeling full and beginning to feel quite sick of it now.

"Thirty seconds left, Slut," he said, so drink down to halfway, quickly."

I swallowed more of the cold coffee, almost retching as I did so, but obeying his command despite my discomfort. Just as I reached the halfway mark, Master smiled and said, "Now Slut. Cum now!!"

As he said this, with his fingers as far inside me as he could get them, he pressed his thumb onto my clit and, as commanded, I came. I shook and gasped as I did so, trying to remain quiet, trying not to attract the attention of other customers as the release of my orgasm sent me into throes of ecstatic pleasure.

As my breathing began to regulate again, my cheeks flushed with the glow of orgasmic release, Master withdrew his fingers from me, snapping the satin material of my thong back into place as he pulled his hand out from under my skirt.

I wanted him to hold me in his arms. I wanted to push my face into his chest as he held me but instead, I sat where I was, quietly gasping heavily and looked into his eyes.

"You are going to be a good Slut," he nodded. "Now take the half frappacino that is left and your handbag and go to the gents loo and wait for me."

On shaky legs, I stood up, lifted the drink and my bag and made my way towards the toilets at the back of the store. I knew he was watching my skirt sway across my ass as I sashayed away from him.

I quickly entered the loo marked for gents, and locked the door behind me - making sure no one saw me enter.

It was a small single person loo and I had no sooner placed the drink and handbag on top of the cistern when the door was chapped and I opened it to let Master enter.

He nipped inside the door, putting his rucksack down on the floor and re-locking the door behind him.

With his back to the door, he looked at me and smiled. "You are one hot little Slut," he said, nodding his approval.

I smiled, glad to hear that I had his approval.

"How is your bladder Slut?"

I looked at him quizzically, not clear on where this was going.

"Does my Slut need to pee?"

I thought about his question and realised that I did indeed need to pee - and quite desperately. All of the iced coffee I had drunk was sitting heavy in my bladder and I really needed to pee.

"Well, Slut?" he persisted. "Do you need to pee?"

I nodded.

"Open your legs and back up against the cistern," he commanded, "until you have straddled the pan."

I did as he asked.

"Now lift your skirt up to your waist."

Again I did as ordered.

He watched me as I did so, again, sub-consciously nodding approval at the sight of my fish-net hold ups and black satin thong. He knew I had worn exactly what I had been ordered to.

"MMMMhhhh, Slut has a beautiful satin-encased camel-toe," he leered, "Now move your knickers to the side and hold your pussy lips open with your fingers, Slut."

I did as he asked showing off my smooth, recently waxed pussy, and with my scarlet painted nails used my forefinger and middle finger to open my wet lips for him. I looked into his eyes as he unzipped his trousers and realeased his semi-erect, large fat cock from the confines of his shorts.

"Now piss for me Slut"

I blushed and lowered my eyes, wanting to refuse, wanting to call a halt to this. I had been exchanging e-mails with this man for months, chatting on-line but I had met him only ten minutes or so ago, he had already finger-fucked me to orgasm and now he was demanding I stand in front of him and piss.

"SLUT!! Do what I fucking ask!" he said, spitting out his words, clearly sensing my hesitation.

Upon his words, I began to pee, a stream of urine splashing into the pan. I had never peed standing up... never peed in front of a man and my shame was so great that my cheeks flushed red once more. Master tugged lazily on his cock as he watched my urine pour from my pussy, streaming into the bowl. My submission to my Master was total as he wanked at the sight of my degradation.

Eventually the stream of my pee began to subside and he told me to sit, my legs still spread wide, on the toilet seat. His cock was at chest height suddenly and I looked down to see him pull on his cock rapidly in front of me. Within a minute or two he stepped closer to me and, with no warning, spurted a heavy, hot load of white sticky cum onto my breasts. I could feel the liquid splash onto my breasts through the blouse and bra and gasped as he did so. As his orgasm subsided, he wiped his cock clean on my blouse and tucked his cock back into his trousers.

"Now stand up, Slut" he ordered. As I did so he grabbed me roughly and turned me around until my back was against the door of the bathroom. He ripped open my blouse, buttons flying everywhere and pulled it from my shoulders and off. Quickly and deftly, Master undid my front-fastening bra and threw it to the floor of the cubicle, leaving me topless, my breasts exposed. He tugged at the waistband of my skirt and within seconds had removed that too. I was naked but for my panties, stockings and heels.

With my back against the door of the toilet, I watched as he reached into his rucksack. My eyes widened as he removed a penknife from one of the pockets and opened it. He stepped in close to me and I watched (trying to remain calm) as he slipped the knife under the elastic of my knickers at my left hip and pulled the knife through the material, cutting it in two. He repeated the procedure at the other side but rather than sliding from me, my pussy was so wet that the destroyed thong hung loosely between my thighs. He pulled it away from betwen my legs and lifted it to my mouth, spreading the wet satin across my lips. He leaned down and, through the material of my vandalised panties, kissed me. The two of us enjoying the feel of one anothers lips through the moist satin. The smell of my own juices intoxicating us both.

I went to put my arms around Masters neck as we kissed but he brushed my hands away and roughly but them at my sides, making it clear he was in total control of this. Suddenly he broke off our kiss and stuffed the panties into my mouth. I stood, gagged with my own knickers, my hands by my side as he fumbled in his bag once more. I felt vulnerable standing in this gents toilet in only my stockings and heels, the rest of my clothes ruined.

Master produced a collar and leash from his bag and secured the collar tightly around my neck. He attached the leash and lifting it high in the air secured the lead to a hook on the back of the door. Even in my high heels, I had to lift myself up onto tip-toes to prevent myself from choking. I gasped silently as I eased my own discomfort.

He knelt at my feet and removed one of my shoes. Then slipped the stocking from my leg.

"Good Slut," he said, patting my thigh as he noted that my toe nails were painted bright scarlet to match my fingernails. Another of Master's instructions I had obeyed to the letter. He then removed my other shoe and stocking and despite my best efforts, I began to choke, feeling the collar strangle me, my height dropping considerably at the removal of my shoes. As I thrashed desperately, Master produced a pair of shoes from his bag and quickly put them on my feet.

The shoes were impossibly high - six or seven inches it felt like and once Master put them on my feet my choking subsided and my thrashing around instantly ceased. The shoes were black ptent leather with high ankle straps. I looked down and watched as Master buckled the straps and I realised that they were doubly secured with a small padlock which he snapped shut on each ankle. He stood up, showed me the key to the padlocks and turned, tossing the key into the pan where moments ago I had peed.

Flushing the toilet he returned to his bag and produced what looked like another chain of some sort. Lifting the half cup of iced coffee from the cistern, he took the lid off and removed an ice cube. He stepped towards me, his groin pushing into my tummy as he lifted the ice cube to my left nipple and rubbed it roughly across the top of it. The chill sent shivers all the way from my nipple to my pussy and I felt my nipple harden and my pussy moisten once more.

He took the ice cube and repeated the process on my other nipple and I threw my head back against the door, my nipples like bullets. I opened my legs wide but Master ignored my pussy and, instead took the chain in his hand and showed me it. It was two nipple clamps connected with a chain and he quickly, expertly, secured the clamps to my hardened nipples, tightening them until I moaned, breathing hard through my gag. He tugged on the chain and the pain seared through my breasts. He smiled at my discomfiture and let the chain hang loose again.

He stood back to look at me and I saw that his cock had hardened again, the outline bulging in his trousers as he looked at me. Naked but for my shoes, nipple-clamp chain and collar.

"Slut," he announced, "you are beautiful."

I met his eyes and nodded my thanks at the compliment.

He turned to fumble in my handbag and pulled out my lipstick. Using the scarlet stick he proceeded to write some words on my body. Across my breasts he wrote the words "cum slut". Down my left thigh he scrawled "BITCH" and on my left thigh "whore".

He placed the lipstick back in my bag and produced a red marker pen from his back pocket. Across the lower part of my tummy, he scrawled the word "ANYBODY'S" and also drew an arrow pointing downwards towards my waxed pussy. He turned me around and wrote something along the small of my back with what felt like another arrow pointing down towards my ass. When he turned me around he said "Given you can't see that word, Slut, I'll tell you what it says.... Everybody's"

I felt strangely turned on by the abusive, degrading terms eblazoned on my body.

I suddenly froze however at the sound of a loud rap on the bathroom door, and a deep male voice calling out, "You alright in there?"

"Hey Paul," replied Master. "The Slut is ready. Wait and I'll let you in."

He unhooked the leash from the back of the door and yanked me roughly away. I had to put out my hands to prevent myself slamming against the back wall above the cistern. Master unlocked the door and a young, muscular, cute looking guy quickly entered and the door of the toilet re-locked once more.

Master pulled me by the lead and I squeezed past them both until I had my back, once more, against the door and my leash re-secured on the hook. This time it was secured tighter though and I had to lift my head upwards to prevent choking on the collar that dug ferociously into my neck.

"Doesn't Slut just look beautiful?" Master asked the barista.

"Totally fuckable," agreed the other guy.

They both ogled me as I tried to keep my breathing regular. I wanted to cover my pussy and breasts with my hands but knew that Master did not wish that so I kept them by my side as the two men leered lasciviously at me.

"You want to fuck her?" asked Master.

"Hell yeah," said the barista nodding his head and unbuttoning his trousers removing an already engorged cock.

Master moved over until he stood at my side and he tugged the chain of my nipple clamps cruelly as he ordered, "Open your legs wide Slut."

I did as he asked and felt the collar tighten even further as I lost some height. I was struggling to breath but kept my legs wide open and focussed on taking in air through my nose, trying hard to ignore the crushing pain in my throat.

The barista moved towards me and with ease, plunged his cock hard into my open wet pussy. I bit down on the panties still stuffed in my mouth as his cock stretched me wide, filling me with a girth I had been unprepared for.

As he bagan to pound into me, fast and furiously, my back slammed against the back of the door with every thrust and Master timed the pulling of the chain attached to my nipples to coincide with the moment of greatest penetration every time the barista pushed himself into me.

I thrashed and writhed wildly, the collar at my neck really beginning to choke me. With his free hand, Master pinched my nose closed and for what seemed like an eternity, I could not breathe. The barista fucked me without finesse, hard and fast and, just as I thought I would lose conciousness, I felt his cock pulsate inside me and spasm in release, a load of cum filling my pussy. I felt an orgasm build within me but Master let my nose go and I could breath again and, before I had the chance for relief, the barista pulled his cock out of me as quickly as he had shoved it in.

I breathed hard, my breasts heaving heavily, sweat running down my temples and, as the barita put his cock back inside his trousers, I felt his semen slither out of my still open pussy and run down the inside of one of my thighs.

Master kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good Slut".

Turning to the barista he said, "Okay, you can bring the drinks now."

"Two venti latte's - extra hot?" asked the barista.

Master nodded and removing my lead and pulling me to the centre of the small bathroom, let the barista out.

"Okay Slut," he said, "Let's get you semi-respectable."

From his rucksack he removed what transpired to be a tight-fitting black satin dress with buttons all the way down the front of it. I let him put it on me, my own knickers still in my mouth and my leash hanging loosely from my collar. He did not remove my nipple clamps as he began to button the dress up. It fit perfectly and I admired my shape as he butoned it up. It covered all of the written obscenities emblazoned on my body and it looked really good with the impossibly high heels he had put me in. The were the kind of heels that hurt the feet and strain the calf and thigh muscles to the point that any more than half an hour in them was torture. I had been in them for about that length of time already and felt my legs begin to hurt. I knew I would not be simply able to kick them off my feet, padlocked as they were at the ankle strap and the key now flushed away.

Master turned me round so that my back was against his chest and he put his hands around my waist, squeezing my tummy gently as he kissed the back of my neck. He moved a hand up and pulled the panties form my mouth and throwing them to the floor. He raised something to my lips and told me to wet it with my mouth. I looked at his hand to see what it was and saw the unmistakeable sight of a butt plug - like an oversized pink dummy. I opened my mouth and sucked the plug, trying to get it as wet as I could - knowing full-well what Master was about to do.

He pulled it from between my lips and lifted my dress at the back. I braced myself as I felt the hard plastic at the entrance to my ass hole. Quickly, he slammed it into me and I gasped at the shock of its intrusion into my rectum. The discomfort in my ass was beyond any fun and I wanted to scream, to tell him to take it out of me but I simply stood still as he smoothed down my dress and patted my ass.

"Slut needs to keep that in there for a while," he said, patting my ass over the satin material of the dress. "Her ass needs to be stretched for use later."

The door was knocked again and the barista passed in two extra hot venti lattes as ordered. Master placed the drinks on the cistern and the barista left. Turning to me, he removed my leash but left the collar on, like a thick choker chain.

He lifted my discarded clothes and through the into his rucksack, zipping it up.

I watched as he lifted on of the coffes from the cistern and took off the lid. He made to hand it to me and as I reached out to take it from him, threw the steaming hot contents over my dress. The coffee was scorching hot and I gasped in shock as my breasts and tummy felt scalded through the thin satin dress. Before I had time to do anything, Master had taken the lid from the second cup, spun me round and hurled the boiling contents of the cup over my back and ass.

The dress clung to my body, soaked through as it was and I felt the pain of the hot liquid sear my skin through the satin. He spun me around to face him again and, with me still gasping, kissed me roughly on the mouth, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back and this time he did not knock my hands away. After a few moments, he broke away from me and unlocked the door of the toilet.

"Come with me SLUT," he said taking my hand as I lifted my handbag and put it over my shoulder, "this was only the starters. Your main course awaits."