Jackson and Tegan finished their light meal making idle chitchat. Talking with Jackson was comfortable, like putting on a reliable old pair of shoes. She didn’t have any strong feelings towards him, like she had when they’d been a couple, but had to admit he wasn’t a bad guy to be with and around – with her conception of him having been coloured by his pressure to act in a way she wasn’t ready for, something that she had subsequently come to change. As they wrapped up their dinner and he took care of the bill she had to remind herself they weren’t there on a date and that he had likely been brainstorming ways to physically torment and humiliate her, per the agreement she had proposed in the first place. As they left the café Tegan expected them to retrace their steps back to the apartment but Jackson led her a different way.
“Thought we’d take in the evening air.” Jackson explained before she had a chance to ask. Their direction did take them closer in the direction of the train station which meant the majority of foot traffic was coming towards them and Jackson took her hand to keep her close to him as they walked.
Jackson led her across the road back in the vague direction of home and she realised he was leading her the long route home which would take them through a park that filled the block between two streets. She would sometimes take that route if she wasn’t in a hurry as it was the more scenic option, but slightly less direct. It was a good sized park and scoped for community use. It wasn’t usually busy most evenings but this being a Friday it seemed to be bustling with a little activity as they approached. Two couples were playing a game of mixed doubles tennis on one of the courts and a few teenagers were using the skate ramp. A few couples were picnicking and watching the sun set, showing varying levels of public displays of affection from just holding each other up to intense making out.
Abruptly when they were midway through the park Jackson pulled her off the path and through some bushes and between trees until they found themselves in a small clearing, partially concealed by the greenery. The ground was scattered with a blanket of woodchips that seemed to be favoured by landscapers instead of leaving bare dirt once they were done planting trees. As they came to a halt after crashing through the bushes Jackson pinned Tegan up against a tree with his body. She could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing against her belly.
“Here?” Tegan asked, looking past Jackson through the bushes, wondering if anyone could see them, or had noticed them come through.
“Is that a problem?” Jackson asked politely, challenging her to disobey him as he slid his hands under the thin straps of material covering her breasts and kneaded his skin gently, playing with her nipples.
“No, Master.” Tegan answered obediently.
“Good.” Jackson grinned then untied the knot behind her neck and pulled her dress down so it pooled around her ankles. Tegan was, in that one movement, completely nude and extremely aware of it as the sounds of activity in the park filtered through to their little clearing. “There, you have something to kneel on.”
Tegan took that to mean that she should, in fact kneel, and complied silently, sinking to her knees in front of him as he pulled down his shorts to present his cock to her. It was still sticky from their earlier coitus and smelled of their combined fluids, but she took him in her mouth nevertheless – a little stickiness was nothing a liberal application of saliva couldn’t resolve. She tried to shut out the fact that she was doing this in a public – if secluded – place. The chances of anyone seeing them or stumbling across them was remote, and this would all be over soon enough. Jackson placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her pace as she let him glide easily into her warm, wet mouth. She used her hand to grip his shaft as she worked, focusing suction and tongue and lips primarily on the flared head. He was impressively hard in her grip, apparently the public setting a powerful fuel for his arousal. She wondered if it was primarily the risk he was attracted to, or her subservience given she was the one exposed here. If someone should hear them and come to investigate, it was her that was naked and vulnerable to prying eyes. She was keenly attuned to the sounds of the park around them but soon settled into a rhythm, her non-stroking hand wandering to caress his balls and lower belly, soft moans emanating from her as she worked him.
“You’ve gotten good at that, you little slut.” Jackson said with a slight growl in his voice. Tegan didn’t respond, focusing entirely on her task, letting Jackson monologue. “You’ve come a long way from the shy girl who had to be pushed to try anything new.”
They remained uninterrupted despite Jackson muttering degrading nothings from his vantage point above her and it wasn’t long before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth off him. She had detected the sweet hint of precum oozing from him and knew he must be getting close.
“Keep stroking it” he commanded as he held his cock by the base, pointing it at her panting mouth and flushed pink face. She used the slickness of her saliva and the soft grasp of her hand to stroke him rapidly, feeling his shaft flex and twitch in her palm, and was rewarded within seconds by a jet of hot semen that lanced out against her left cheek. Jackson let out a loud groan of relief but the second spurt was already on the way and he used the grip on her coppery locks to pull her closer and a gooey rope sprung out and left a vertical line from her forehead and down the right side of her nose. She kept wanking him as he shuddered from the aftershocks of his orgasm though no more ejaculations followed the first two and he gently released her hair as she collected the last clinging drop from the tip of his cock with her tongue.
With a satisfied sigh Jackson put his wilting cock back in his pants, looking down at her with a serene smile.
“My little painted whore.” He crooned as Tegan knelt expectantly waiting for her next instruction.
“You can get dressed.” Jackson confirmed, helping her to her feet. Glancing around confirming they were still undisturbed Tegan stopped to pull her dress back up around herself and resecure it in place. Jackson took her chin between thumb and forefinger, examining the mess he’d left all over her face.
“Alright, let’s head home.” He said with a satisfied smirk and took her by the hand leading her back out of the bushes and across the park. Tegan was conscious of the fact that they had about a ten minute walk between here and the apartment and she was going to make that journey wearing his cum, but she felt surprisingly unbothered by that. She let him lead her and she held her head high, owning the fact that she was a marked woman. They passed a few people as they walked but if anyone noticed no one seemed to react.
“You really are loving this, aren’t you?” Jackson prompted.
“I don’t know what you mean, Master.” Tegan replied coyly.
“You want people to know what a filthy little slut you’ve been turned into.” Jackson continued. “As long as you’ve got someone to tell you what to do.”
Jackson stopped walking and after a couple of steps Tegan did too, turning to face him.
“Master?” Tegan queried, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence.
“Let’s drop the master-slave shtick for a moment.” Jackson said. “What is it you really want?”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“You’re here because you have to be, right? You have to let me do whatever I want to you for a whole weekend – and I have plans, believe me. But what are you getting out of this? What is it the makes you want to be here?”
Tegan thought about it for a long moment, trying to dredge up the words. For the past few months she had been carried along by a whirlwind of sexual adventure and gone along with mostly whatever she was told to do, so she had to concede that Jackson had a valid point. She certainly enjoyed the sex, but it seemed that more and more it was about risk, the thrill of doing new things. She had come to terms with the fact that she enjoyed it and the premise of being coerced was just part of her own game, maybe a way to absolve herself of any responsibility. But then she thought back to where this had all started, with her proposing an arrangement with her roommates. No one had coerced her into that – she had taken that step herself. Why?
“I don’t know how to fully explain it.” Tegan said haltingly before continuing, refusing to try to get away with a copout answer. “But it’s like… I just want to give myself. My whole self. It’s not just about sex, but about power. By submitting myself for people to use, it’s like I’m demonstrating power over them and their desires for me.”
“Does it make you happy?” Jackson queried.
“It does.” Tegan nodded affirmatively. “It really does. At first I was conflicted, and it sometimes felt like when I gave myself to someone that they were taking a piece of me with them, and I struggled with feelings of emptiness. But after a while I realised that there is no limit to what I can give, and what I stopped worrying about that, I was able to find happiness in it. Now it’s grown, and feels like an almost insatiable need to be used, because it feels like that emptiness is getting filled.”
After a moment’s silence Jackson nodded.
“Give me your dress.” He commanded. Tegan hesitated, glancing up and down the street. There wasn’t anyone nearby but that could change in a heartbeat, not to mention the cars going past.
“Did I stutter? Or did you suddenly forget your place?”
“No Master.” Tegan said with a start as she untied the knot behind her neck and let her dress drop, stepping out of it. She handed him the garment, standing naked in the street. A sudden chill ran through her that had nothing to do with the cool evening air. Jackson snatched the dress from her and used it to wipe her face, wiping the mostly dried cum from her skin. He stepped back and took out his phone, snapping a few photos of her while she stood there, unsure what to do with her hands but resisting the urge to cover herself. A car went by, slowing it as it passed them and she heard a wolf whistle through the cracked-open window before the car sped off again.
“Let’s go.” Jackson said matter of factly, leading the way back to the apartment which was now just a few minutes away. Several more cars passed them and without fail the drivers would either honk their horns or shout some obscene suggestion at her, but none of them stopped to make good on their threats. When they reached the building Jackson led them to the lift and Tegan couldn’t help but look up at the CCTV camera concealed by a black dome in the ceiling, wondering who was seeing the footage and where. Would some enterprising security guard somewhere be keeping the footage for his collection? She wasn’t concerned so much as curious.
When they returned to the apartment Jackson led her to the bedroom and tossed her dress onto the bed, assessing her critically in the room’s light.
“You should take a shower and get cleaned up. I’m going to lay out an outfit for you.” He said simply.
“Yes Master.” Tegan responded. She kicked off her shoes and departed to the en suite and stepped into the shower, running the water which quickly fogged up the glass as she cleansed herself.
“I see you brought some of your own toys with you.” Jackson remarked from the bedroom. Tegan smiled to herself, realising he’d gone through her bag to see what she’d packed for the weekend.
“Yes Master. I wanted to ensure I provided you with adequate options.” She replied bemusedly as she heard what distinctly sounded like the heft of her large dildo being slapped against Jackson’s palm.
“You had a real one this big?” He asked. Jackson was no slouch in the trouser snake department but she could appreciate that the dildo was one of the more intimidating ones out there. She decided to be truthful.
“Yes Master. Though just one.” She admitted, thinking of Trevor.
“Well… good for him.” Jackson said bemusedly. Presumably he had no further comments on the other accessories in her bag, or the very few items of clothing she’d packed for herself in the expectation she wouldn’t be wearing many.
Once she finished her shower and exited the en suite towelling herself off Jackson had left the room and pulled the door closed. She assumed he was making preparations in the living room and left her to it. Across the bed she found the outfit Jackson had laid out for her. There was a tiny faux-leather microskirt, some purple fishnet stockings, and a mesh shirt matching in colour. On the floor by the bed were some high heeled ankle boots. Unsurprisingly, there was no underwear.
She pulled on the stockings first, rolling them up just about the knee. They were topped with a frilly hem that concealed a ribbon drawstring to hold them in place. After that she stepped into the skirt and zipped it up, finding it tight around her slim hips. She pulled it until she found the most comfortable fit, finding it seemed to ride very low while at the same time being so short it barely covered her ass. Last she pulled on the mesh shirt – it was a fine mesh unlike the loose knit of the stockings, but still very transparent, and only fell a little past her chest leaving a significant gulf of bare skin between it and the low-slung skirt. She finally pulled on the boots that added three inches of height to her petite stature and examined herself at herself in the mirror, looking like a cheap streetwalker. Her hard nipples were only slightly obscured by the mesh and the hem of the skirt clung to the lower curve of her flat ass, barely concealing anything at the front. She wondered if she could even walk without exposing herself.
As she turned to leave the room Jackson returned with a few items clutched in his hand. Wouthout saying a word he fastened a small fanny pack around her waist and cinched it tight with the pack on her right hip, then he turned her around again and pulled up her shirt to expose her little tits. She stood stoically as he took a few pre-cut pieces of black electrical tape and applied them to her nipples in an X-shape as makeshift pasties before pulling the top back down. Next he took her by the shoulders and turned her around. She watched in the mirror as he used two black elastics to fashion her hair into untidy pigtails. Finally, he pulled a thick leather choker around her throat, fixing it snug against her skin. She observed it had a steel ring hanging from a stud.
The final touched on her outfit complete he turned her around again and took a step back to scan her from head to toe.
“Perfect.” He said with a grin, appreciating his handiwork.
“Why, thank you.” Tegan replied snarkily, though she couldn’t help but smile.
“We’re going clubbing.”