Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 9.2

“Who’s there?” I heard a voice coming from the other side of the door rather mockingly.

“It’s Maggie, Natalie?”

“Take it off,” were the only other words to come through the door.

“Out, I’m,” I knew there was no fighting her, no fighting it, I had come this far and new exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

I tried to ignore the rest of the world and merely focus on the door in front of me and nothing else. I knew the longer I prolonged this, the more of a chance that I was about to get caught and with one swift motion I pulled the hoodie up, exposing my naked body and quickly over my head, dropping it to the ground adding my sandals as well for good measure. Just as quickly as I did, the door swung open and Natalie pulled me in.

“Oh my god,” she was laughing, “you are crazy aren’t you,” her hand over her eyes as she was now laughing hysterically at me, making me question how I was feeling about what I had just done, “now grab your clothes and follow me.”

I opened the door slightly since it had closed behind us, grabbed my hoodie and sandals and quickly shut it before I was seen. My once confident attitude now wavering from her reaction and I couldn’t help but now try to cover my breasts and pussy with my arms thinking I may have done something wrong and embarrassed myself. I think Natalie could sense that and immediately came up to me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by it, you did nothing wrong,” her hands gently stroked my back, calming me, comforting me.

Her right hand trailing upwards till it found the back of my head and then I had this strange sensation as if she was petting me and the even stranger thing was, I liked it.

“Now let’s get you ready for the fun,” Nat gently whispered into my ear and as she backed away from me, her hand trailing down my arm, held onto my hand and pulled me with her until we eventually got to her room.

I honestly didn’t know what to expect, what scandalous, slutty clothing she was going to make me wear, what twisted, devious game she had in mind, all I knew is, that I desperately wanted to play. I walked behind her, naked and vulnerable as I stood awkwardly being the only one nude in her room and watched as she opened up the bottom drawer of her dresser and rummage through it for a black, sleek wooden box and place it on her bed.

“Stand up straight, spread your legs and put your hands behind your head,” the sudden change in Nat’s demeanor was shocking, but arousing at the exact same time.

If exposed and vulnerable were the name of the game, I felt like I was playing it really well. She opened up the box and started to search it, repeatedly glancing back at me and smirking as she did, I wasn’t sure what had me more on edge, the noises from the box or the look on her face as she glanced back at me as if she was planning something wicked.

“This should be a good start,” she pulled a choker out of the box, a band of leather, joined together by a ring at the front.

She put it on me and I hadn’t realized that fishing line she had also been holding, once the choker was on, she took the line and tied it around my right nipple piercing, when I looked down, she placed her finger under my chin and forced me to look up, standing straight once again. In the mirror I could see her looping the line through the ring in the choker and back down to my other piercing making it taut enough that I could feel my nipples being slightly pulled.

“Mmmmm, step two now,” she said while holding up something that looked almost like tweezers with a bell attached to it.

I wanted to look down, but I had a feeling I was meant to stay standing straight and in position, not to move. Which felt almost impossible as I felt Natalie begin to tease my clit with her finger and then gently lick it with just the tip of her tongue. Then a weird feeling that I had never felt before of tingling and pressure come over my clit, but as Nat stood up, the pressure didn’t go away and whatever she was holding was no longer in her grasp. It was a weird feeling indeed, like a constant stimulating pressure on my clit, not intense, but enough to keep its presence well known, whatever it was.

“Time to get dressed now, my pet.”

I wasn’t used to moving around yet in my current predicament, every step either created pain or pleasure, depending on how fast I moved and in what direction and to not waste any more time, Natalie decided to help me dress. A bright red lacey bra was the start, clipped in the back and sheer, the panties were the same color mostly made of string but had beads up the front that went right between my lips. The rest of the ensemble was not what I expected, I was expecting something skimpy, maybe the usual dresses she made me wear, something with a trick that would expose me or something slutty enough to limit my movements or else be exposed. Instead, she put on some jeans, a loose white shirt and a leather jacket to finish it off.

It wasn’t exactly my style but to the average onlooker, I looked fairly innocent and unsuspecting of what was actually underneath this façade. My sandals were the final piece of the puzzle and as I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t sure if I was more relived or disappointed in the outfit I was wearing.

“Let’s go pet.”