I woke early, my pussy already wet with thoughts of what the day and indeed the week was to bring. Lying next to me my sexually sated husband continued to slumber after I had spent the night before teasing him repeatedly before allowing him to drain his balls onto my face.

It did not take me long to prepare myself and soon I sat, naked, on the sofa in the living room watching television as I waited for a message from Michael. He had told me that the details of what I should wear and when and where we should meet would be sent to me during the time. An image of Tony formed in my mind, so muscular and powerful and athletic but while I knew he tall and broad the fact that he had been sitting in the car left me with no real sense of him. It would be a lie to say that I was not nervous of what lay ahead. Would I really be able to handle the pounding that such a man would give out and what about his cock? Was it so massive that it would tear me apart and ruin my body for life?

In truth, I accepted, there was only one way to find out and that would be to let him take me. Even if it did destroy my vagina and ruin me for others, I would feel more regret at not even trying. My mobile phone, sitting on the arm of the chair next to me, buzzed into life as a text message arrived, “High Street, 1pm, wear mini skirt and low-cut top, high heels, no knickers, don’t bring any chance of clothes just makeup and toiletries.”

“I had not been planning on wearing them anyway,” I thought to myself as I rose from the sofa. Having said that I needed to search through my clothes for the right items. Roger, who had decided to work from home that day continued to slumber in our bed as I carefully searched through my wardrobe for the right items. I was determined not to disappoint on my first time being instructed by Michael as his Toy.

Eventually, it had come down to a choice of two skirts and three tops with the heels depending on which outfit I chose. Picking up my phone I studied the message I had been sent for a moment, “how slutty do they really want?” I wondered to myself. My thumbs hovered over the keypad as I thought about sending Michael a message to ask for clarification as to what exactly he wanted when I realised the answer was staring at me. They were asking for revealing clothes, heels and no knickers, there was no such thing as too slutty. The question was simply whether I had clothes that were slutty enough.

Keeping that in mind the choices became far easier and I picked up the tight, grey, lycra skirt that I had once bought for some bedroom fun with Roger. Stepping inside it I pulled it up until it squeezed over my ass. Looking in the mirror I knew that it was too short, way too short, for real use. In reality, my pussy lips could be seen if you were looking at me from any angle below hip height and when I turned around it hugged my arse in a vice like grip. Then I did the same with my top, picking up another outfit that I had bought for sex, a strapless black top that was sheer enough that you could see through it. “If I am going to wear this then I need to cover it up I thought to myself as I modelled it in the mirror.” For that I picked out a small denim jacket that would hold itself in place over my boobs without needing to be done up. Then selecting a pair of blue stilettos, I knew that my outfit was ready.

“Roger, wake up, it’s time for me to go,” I called, watching as his body slowly stirred from sleep. “Roger! Michael has called and I need to go meet him, I called again.”

“What the hell,” he said as he woke up and stared at the way I had dressed. “Where’s my wife gone?”

He was joking of course but I played along with it, “your wife is no longer here, I am Toy and I need to go see my owner.”

Rolling out of bed, Roger picked up a pair of tracksuit bottoms and tucked his small penis away in them. Then grabbing a t-shirt, he pulled it over his head before leading me to the car. I sat in the passenger seat and realised how my skirt had ridden up so that both Roger and I had a clear view of my smooth pussy. Reaching over, Roger pushed a hand between my legs, “you dirty little whore,” he commented as he felt how eager I was, “this Tony is going to love you and Michael will be pleased with your efforts.”

I played with my wedding ring as Roger drove me into town. The moment was coming where I would be completely alone and at risk of being exposed. Not just to people who understood what I was doing but also people who would disapprove. Getting Roger to stop a couple of streets away, I gave him a kiss goodbye.

“You don’t need to walk from here, let me take you up to where they are.”

“No!” I snapped slightly in my reply. “Sorry, that’s not how I wanted to respond, just the nerves are getting to me.”

“All the more reason for me to take you to them.”

“I know but… I need to do this properly, there is a risk of me being exposed and humiliated here and not necessarily in a good way and… I need to face that risk.”

“What do you mean, risk?”

“I’ve lived in this town all my life except for when I went to university, loads of people know us, know me even more and they know I am married. There is a chance people will see me with Tony and Michael and think either that I am having an affair or even, given how I am dressed and who I will be with. They will either think I am a working girl or realise that I am a Hotwife.”

“But you’ve always known that was a risk.”

“I have but it still makes me nervous.”

Silence descended on the car for a moment but rather than leave I waited. I could see that Roger was thinking about what to say, trying to help me. “We can always just leave right now,” he offered, “if you are not comfortable with it.”

“Darling, I need to go through with it otherwise I will always beat myself up for not knowing.”

Roger kissed me a second time, “OK, good luck and I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Thanks,” I said before placing a gentle hand on his thigh in reassurance, “I will love you at the end of this no matter what.”

“I know,” he replied and with that I pulled on the door handle and stepped out into the world for the first time as Toy. Straightening my skirt and jacket, I hoisted the handbag that carried my toiletries onto my shoulder. It was a quick walk up to the High Street along a couple of connecting side streets and before I knew it, I was parading myself for all to see in the busy heart of the town.

A few minutes later I found my quarry, sitting in the sun at the front of a street café. Tony and Michael shared a small, round table in the far corner, their chairs positioned so that they could watch people passing. In front of them a third chair sat empty, waiting for an eager and willing Toy to join them. Taking a moment just outside the boundaries of the café I took a deep breath. My appearance had already attracted onlookers as I had walked along the High Street and any interest I was getting would be heightened the moment I took my seat.

Michael, ever alert to the world around him spotted me first though and rising from his seat he beckoned me over with a wave of his hand. That a good looking, young, black guy sat with an even more athletic black guy in a café where most of the customers were women was calling to someone made the other customers turn at once. Now, instead of being at the edge, wondering what would happen when I sat down a dozen pairs of eyes all stared at me, watching me, judging me. I swallowed, forced a bright smile onto my face and stepped towards my master.

Weaving between the other tables I felt my stomach churn with nerves as I realised just how many people were staring direct at my pussy. While at the same time by body sparked with electricity at the thrill of the very same reality. I was exposed, displayed, humiliated and in truth I was loving it.

Tony rose from his seat and kissed me on both cheeks before planting a third on my lips our mouths both opening for a moment so that the kiss was passionate rather than formal. Then, bending over I kissed Michael as well, full on the mouth as his tongue pushed into mine. Our embrace broke naturally, and I took the empty seat which an eager Tony, having left his own, was now holding out for me.

“You have surpassed yourself,” Michael said with a grin as his eyes danced up and down my body. Crossing my legs, I found that the upper leg looked long and elegant in the sunlight even if the skirt felt like it had not even covered by bum.

“Thank you, these are items that I had bought at various points to spice up my life with Roger, I never thought I would wear them in public though.”

Leaning forward from the chair that he had now reoccupied, Tony spoke, his voice low and almost a whisper. “Do you mind me asking if you are wearing a bra? That top seems very see through and without a bra that jacket could expose your breasts rather quickly.”

Smiling I nodded at the question before glancing back and fore between Tony and Michael. In truth, I hardly knew Tony whereas I had intimate knowledge of Michael and I wanted confirmation from him that he was comfortable with me answering the question as I wanted to. On seeing this, I saw a smirk form of Michael’s lips and then he nodded at me, “you can be open with Tony as you are with me, by the end of this week you will have experienced his true nature anyway.”

“Thank you,” I replied before turning my attention back towards Tony. “You are observant, I have chosen not to wear a bra and yes this top is see-through.” As I spoke, I held open the front of the jacket so that Tony could see my breasts on display for a moment. “When I read the message from Michael, I realised that he wanted me to be as slutty as possible, to expose my body for your entertainment without fear.”

“Then you understood well,” replied Tony, “I told Mikey that I wanted you on display from the start.”

“Thank you,” I replied with a nod of my head as I straightened my jacket again so that my tits were hidden.

“Can I get you anything?” The question made me jump, I had been so caught up in the sexual tension at the table that I had not seen the waitress approach. She was a young and curvaceous red head in a black mini skirt with a white blouse. The top two or three buttons of the blouse were open, and her enormous breasts seemed to want to spill out through the gap.

“I’ll have a water,” I replied as I watched the waitress who rather than look at me seemed to be starting directly at Tony and Michael.

“Umm, sorry, what was that?” she tore her eyes away from the two men for a moment to look at me but within seconds her concentration was back on my lovers.

“Water, a bottle, a glass, whichever works best.”

“Umm, yeah,” the waitress replied as she caught one last look of Tony. The experience must have turned her mind to mush though as she bashed into another table while walking back into the café.

“Well it appears I have some competition,” I commented as the waitress disappeared from view, “she certainly seems to be up for some fun with you two.”

“I’ll keep her in mind, maybe I can teach her to be like you, maybe an alternative for the next time Tony visits.”

Maybe the comment should have made me jealous but there was no spark of any kind. I was enjoying Michael and I was certain I would enjoy Tony, but it was sex and the thrill of kink that drove me. The only person I had any interest in keeping long term, the only one who would worry me into thinking I would lose out was Roger. It was already clear to me that Michael did not have any emotional interest in me beyond friendship, we had made an agreement and it was working for both of us.

“What do we have planned for today then?” I asked the question as I did not know what to expect but was also aware that I had no clothes to stay away from home for a week.

“We’re going shopping, Tony wants to dress you in a way that pleases him.”

“Does he?” I asked, my eyes turning back to my soon to be lover. “What sort of things do you have in mind?”

“Small, tight clothing, lingerie, a bikini because there is a swimming pool at the hotel.”

“I could have brought a lot of those things?” I offered, still trying to get why Tony wanted specifically to buy stuff for me.

“You could but… it would not have necessarily been to my taste, does your bikini show your camel toe?”

My jaw dropped for a moment as I realised just how on display Tony was going to want me to be. “Camel toe? No, my bikini has big briefs.”

“Well the bikini I want for you will not.”

The waitress returned and after two attempts she managed to place a bottle of water in front of me, her eyes still staring at Tony.

“Thanks,” I replied sarcastically, “oh and he’s mine for this week.”

“Sorry?” the waitress suddenly turned all her attention to me.

“I said that he is fucking me this week, but I am sure Michael might be interested in developing your interest in alpha black guys.”

The waitress looked at Michael, her face showing a level of lust that was only just below what she was feeling for Tony. “I don’t follow,” she replied as her eyes searched for an answer from the two men.

“Write your telephone number on this,” Michael pushed forward a napkin and a pen. “Maybe I can give you a call in the next few days and help you?”

“Oh, OK,” the Waitress replied, picking up the pen and scribbling down a series of numbers on the napkin. As she did so I looked into Michael’s eyes which, as the waitress bent over, almost popped out of his head. Raising my hands, I bounced them in front of my chest to signal massive tits and Michael, who must have been able to see me just at the corner of his vision bit his top lip to avoid laughing.

The number completed the waitress stood upright, nodded her head and turned back towards the café. Meanwhile Michael discreetly removed the napkin with a move of his hand and pushed it into a trouser pocket. “Show Tony what you were doing,” he said with a grin and I repeated the motion.

Tony, whose view of me had been blocked by the waitress smiled on seeing my hands bouncing. “She definitely is on the top-heavy side,” he commented, “though she is not my style, a bit on the short side really.”

“Well I will find out what she is like and whether she has any promise.” As Michael spoke, he watched me, testing to see if I would show any sign of jealousy or discomfort.

“I hope her cunt is as welcoming to big, black cock as mine is.” The response pleased Michael and he sat back in his chair with an air of control and power floating around him.

“Right Toy, I think it is time we start this shopping trip.” It was Tony who spoke, and he rose from his chair as an indicator that he was ready to get going. This time, he stood completely upright and for the first time I was able to truly appreciate how tall he was. As I also stood up, I realised that even in my heels my head was still slightly below Tony’s shoulders white it became obvious that his stomach was as muscular and ripped as his upper body.

Tony helped me to my feet as Michael stood up from his own chair and I was able to compare them properly. Seeing Michael stood next to him emphasised the size of Tony even more as he dwarfed his younger cousin, a man who up until that point had seemed tall and athletic in his own right.

“I hope that everything is in proportion?” I offered and Tony grinned at the question.

“Whatever Michael has done to you, it will be nothing compared to what will happen with me.”

“Promises, promises,” I replied as my mind raced with the thoughts of what would happen to me in the arms of such a physical specimen.

“Just remember, you belong to me,” Michael said as he reached out an arm, wrapped it around my waist and pulled me close. As he did so I noticed the two women sat on the table nearest to me. The one had clearly seen more than she had bargained for and leaned forward towards her friend. Whispering, they urgently spoke to each other their eyes repeatedly glancing in my direction.

Unpeeling myself from Michael’s grasp for a moment I stepped towards the table and crouched down, “what would you like to know ladies?”

The two women pulled away from each other and stared at me in shock for a moment. Then leaning in the woman to my left started to whisper while I saw the woman to my right pick up a silver cross that she was wearing around her neck and start to play with it.

“You realise that my friend could see your…”

“See my?”

“Ummm, see your… fufu?”

“Fufu? What is a fufu? Do you mean she could see my cunt?”

Using such a word caused an audible gasp at the table and the woman to my right seemed to start praying as she continued to play with the cross.

“Yes, well, if you want to use such crude and obscene language,” the woman to my left continued. “So, you know it could be seen?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And you are wearing a wedding ring, so you are married to that young man? You seem quite old to be married to him?”

“For your information he is eighteen years of age and I am in my forties. As for marriage, I am not married to him, my husband is at home, fully aware that I am here.”

“You are having sex outside of marriage? Then God will punish you!” it was the woman on the right who spoke now. “The Ten Commandments forbid adultery and they forbid immoral sex.”

“Maybe, or maybe you just needed some black cock in your life.”

My answer caused both women to quake with rage, “you should stick to your own kind!” the woman on the right hissed.

“Ahhh, so you’re a cunt then?” I asked, “let me just tell you, I’ve fucked the younger of those two guys a number of times and loved every second of it. At his behest I am going to let the other guy fuck me all week until I am completely full of his cum and I will enjoy every second of it and if God has a problem with that then I will offer myself to him until he relents and discovers the joy of hard sex.”

“You hussy, you disgust me!” the woman on the left hissed through her teeth.

“I prefer whore,” I replied, then standing I turned to Michael and Tony and kissed both of them, “let’s get out of here, those two old crows are vile.”

Putting his arm around my shoulders this time Michael guided me away from the café, “come on Toy,” he said just loud enough for the two women to hear. “We’ve got to get you set up to please Tony.”

The three of us walked off down the High Street and as we went, Michael switched position so that I held him by the arm. Soon after, Tony joined on the other side and the three of us walked arm in arm towards the main shopping centre as my hand idly stroked the inside of Tony’ huge biceps.

As we turned into the shopping centre, Tony pulled me in close, placing his arm around my shoulders and tugging me away from Michael. I did not complain, the power in his arms sent shudders through me, sexual shudders that I knew meant that there would be no problems with me submitting to him later. “First of all, I want to get you a dress you can wear for an evening meal.”

I nodded in consent as Tony guided me towards a store called Party Girlz. “You do realise that Party Girlz is aimed at girls in the late teens and early twenties?” I asked as the two of us stepped through the door.

“Yes, but it stocks the sort of things that I want you to wear.”

Stepping through the door, Tony guided me up to a carousel of dresses that he started to pick through. As he did so a store assistant walked over, she had long black hair and was dressed in a red jump suit. “Hey, how can I help you?” she asked, “are you trying to find something for a daughter?”

“I’m looking for a dress for the Toy here to wear to an evening meal.”

The assistant looked confused at the comment and stared at me, “I’m sorry we don’t cater for the older lady.”

“Yes,” I replied, “but Tony wants me to dress in your clothes and I, as his lover for the week could not possibly refuse.”

For a moment, the assistant stood speechless in front of the three of us. Then, finding her voice she recovered her professionalism. “What sort of things are you looking for, maybe I can help you?”

“First, I want a dress that she can wear for an evening dinner, then maybe something for a nightclub and finally a couple of tops and skirts that would display her body.”

Nodding in understanding, the assistant signalled towards a row of chairs, “if you would like to take a seat I’ll be back in a moment.”

The three of us wandered over to the seats and Tony sat down before patting his leg, indicating for me to sit on it. Taking up my perch, I felt his hand on my ass through the thing material of my skirt.

It did not take the assistant long and she returned with her hands full of clothes for me to try on. “Do you guys need to see, or would you like the surprise on the day?”

“I think the Toy knows what pleases me, the surprise would be nice,” Tony commented and with a slap of my ass he got me to stand up. “Off you go, find me some nice things for you to wear.”

Before leaving, I let both Tony and Michael kiss me deeply and then following the assistant I headed for the changing room. Guiding me inside, she led me to an empty cubicle. “If you need anything, I’ll just be outside,” the assistant commentated as I stepped into the cubicle.

I noticed though that as she went to pull the cubicle door closed that her eyes were looking up and down my body. “Wait!” reaching out with a hand I stopped the door from closing, “the shop doesn’t seem to busy today, would you like to come and watch?”

There was hesitation from the assistant as she looked me up and down a second time. “Really?” she asked with a hint of hope in her voice.

“Yes, you can’t touch without permission, but I am sure Michael would be happy that you watched.”

“That’s OK,” the assistant replied as with a quick glance up and down the corridor she stepped through the door. Closing it behind her she perched on the small stool that occupied the corner of the room.

“What interests you? My lovers or me?” I asked as I removed my jacket to see the assistant’s eyes pop out as she realised that she was staring straight at my exposed breasts.

“You, I have a thing for older women and would love to date one but one who is also seeing men.”

“That’s an unusual choice?”

“I guess,” the assistant seemed to lose her voice for a moment as she weighed up whether to answer further.

“It’s OK, I’m not going to tell anybody,” I commented as I pulled my top over my head so that I stood before her in just a mini skirt and heels.

“Well, I have no interest in dick, but I find women who do fascinating, I want a woman to come to me immediately after she has slept with a male lover.”

“I can see that,” I replied as I removed my skirt so that I stood naked in front of the assistant.

“You look incredible for your age,” she commented, a hint of lust in her voice.

“Thanks, I have an amazing husband who has always looked after me and now I also have a further incentive to look after myself in the form of a black King that owns me.”

“What do you mean?”

Pulling the first dress up my thighs, I started to explain the relationship that I had with Michael and was about to undertake with Tony. As I spoke the assistant sat there wide eyed as I explained the dynamic to her. “What do you think?” I asked as I turned in front of the mirror, the dress had a plain pattern, blue in colour but tight and squeezed against my breasts while its length only just provided some modesty to my lower half.

“I like it, but I am not sure it is what they want based on what you have said.”

“I agree,” I replied as I pulled the dress from my body and picked up the second one.

“Let me get this right, you will spend a week living with this Tony, fucking him as he pleases and all because you promised to obey Michael’s every sexual whim?”

“Yes,” I said as the second dress slipped over my head. This time, as I pulled it into place my reflection in the mirror was perfect. It had a halter neck and was black in colour, with two long, thin strands of material that stretched from my neck and down over my breasts so that while the nipples were concealed there was plenty of side boob to be seen. Then as the dress extended further down it covered the middle of my body while leaving the sides exposed, the skirt portion being very tight and short. I studied it before turning around so that I could see how the dress was backless and left my bare skin on display. “This is perfect,” I purred, “completely slutty and there is no way a woman of my age should be wearing it. Tony will be very happy with my choice.”

“I am as well,” commented the assistant, “as from here I can still see your pussy.”

“Then that is even better.”

Stripping the dress from my body I put it to one side to ensure that it would not get lost while I tried on a succession of short skirts and tight tops most of which met with my approval.

“Can I ask a question?” the assistant asked as I put on the first of my options for a clubbing outfit.

“Sure.”

“Do you have any fears about what will happen this week?”

Looking the assistant in the eyes, I thought about the question for a moment, “I think it would be odd not to have concerns and fears.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” I replied as I realised that the first outfit was essentially a jump suit and so my pussy was hidden by a set of hot pants. “First there is that fear of, what if Tony turns out to be dangerous or unnecessarily cruel? But there is a bigger fear.” Pulling the jump suit from my body I handed it over to the assistant, “no, I don’t think Tony will be anything that restricts access to my body.”

The assistant thought for a minute, “there is something else I can suggest but I’m not sure even you could cope with the outfit.”

“Please, let me try.”

Standing, the assistant gathered up the clothes I rejected and disappeared from the room leaving me to sit on the stool, naked and wait for her return. She was not long and stepped back into the room holding some material that did not look like an outfit. Handing it to me, we swapped places as I held the hanger out in front of me.

“Anyway, you were telling me about your biggest fear?”

“Oh yes,” I replied as I started to remove the material from the hanger and study it for how it fitted onto my body. “My biggest fear is that Tony’s cock will be so massive that I will not be able to cope with it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Michael is large, and I get the impression that Tony makes him look small so what if, when he is horny and his dick has swollen, there is no chance of me taking it?”

The assistant watched as I finally modelled the clubbing outfit. “If you are prepared to dress like that for him, then I am sure you can find a way to let him take you.”

“You might be right,” I replied as I stared into the mirror. A pale green material that clearly would light up under neon lights reflected back at me in two places. Firstly, a tiny bandeau that surrounded my breasts, strapless and not even large enough to fully cover the bottom of my cups while below. A tiny belt, that is what it was, not a skirt but a belt, clung round my hips and ass.

Minutes later I stood at the till point, Tony alongside me as he paid for the items that I held in a carrier bag. “Thank you,” I whispered to him, “I am sure you will not be disappointed.”

“I’m certain I won’t be,” he replied, “now let’s go get you some shoes.”

Opposite Party Girlz was a shoe shop, a range of high heeled boots and shoes on display in the front window. “This will be perfect,” Michael commented as he pulled me in tight, “when choosing just think.”

“The sluttier the better,” I cut him off with a smile, “I have learned very quickly what is expected of me and I aim to please at all costs.”

“Good girl,” he replied with a squeeze of my ass. “Now go do some shopping,” and at that I felt him push me towards the shop. As I walked, my hips swaying in my tiny and tight skirt I could feel Tony and Michael’s eyes burning into the back of me.

Entering the shop, I browsed the shelves, looking for boots to start with.  The shelves were mainly filled with calf high and knee high but at the end was a couple of pairs of thigh highs. Carefully picking my way through them I immediately dismissed all the block heels and anything that was under five inches. Then, after I had made the decision that no calf high boots would be acceptable, I found myself torn between five pairs. Studying each in turn I found myself drawn in until I lost a sense of what was happening in the rest of the shop.

“Liz?” a voice called out to me from behind but at first, I was too lost in my own world to notice. “Liz,” the person called again and this time I tuned into it, a female voice, a familiar voice and for a moment nerves caught me, and I swallowed hard. “How am I going to deal with this?” I thought to myself as the woman called my name a third time and this time put a hand on my shoulder and pulled gently so that it made me jump.

Turning I affected surprise on seeing the face of the person who had called my name as if I had not heard them until that moment.  At the same time, I prayed that the person who had called my name was not who I thought it was. I was wrong though, the person who had called my name was exactly who I thought it was.

We stared at each other, eyes bulging from my head in fear as the other person cast their eyes up and down my body, their mind making judgements as they did. “Hi Rachel?” I offered nervously as I stared at the face of my sister-in-law.

Roger’s sister and I had never seen eye to eye, she had always seemed so strict and demure. Seven year’s younger than me she had been married until last year when her husband had left her for a younger woman. The story had been that Rachel was no longer putting out and her husband had found himself in a loveless marriage while Rachel put all her energy into a high-flying career.

“What are you doing here dressed like that? Are you not a bit old to be flaunting yourself around like some kind of hussy? Where’s Roger anyway, surely, he would die if he saw you dressed like this? You’re in your forties for God’s sake!”

Remaining quiet I let Rachel berate me knowing that this was likely the one exposure I did not really want. If Rachel had seen me then it was certain that within days if not hours, all of Roger’s family would know and they would put pressure on my husband to leave me.

“So, answer me, what have you got to say for yourself?”

Realising that I had to say something, I smiled awkwardly for a moment, “Roger knows I am here,” I blurted out and then instantly regretted it. “Would it have been better to be outed to his family as having an affair rather than as my husband being a cuck?” I thought to myself as I waited for Rachel’s reply.

“And what exactly are you doing here then, dressed as if you are fifteen years younger and on the pull?”

“Umm,” I was now really feeling the nerves as I regretted my first reply.

“Who is this Toy? Are you going to introduce us?” It was Michael who spoke as he approached from my left and I watched Rachel’s face as my young master put an arm around my waist.

“This is Roger’s sister.”

“Ahhhh, hello,” he spoke with a broad smile, offering a hand to my sister-in-law in the process. “Roger is such a good guy, he let me take ownership of his wife for my own pleasure.”

Rachel, who had already instinctively taken hold of Michael’s proffered hand froze mid shake before slowly withdrawing it, “ownership?”

“Yes, Toy, why don’t you explain to your sister-in-law our little setup?”

The command took me by surprise, and I glanced at Michael to see him smirking slightly in return. “Come on,” he offered, “what better way to submit and humiliate yourself than to explain to your own, disapproving, sister-in-law.”

Returning my attention to Rachel I smiled awkwardly at her with my painted, red lips. “Tell her,” Michael ordered me again and for a moment my stomach turned with nerves as I considered the situation, but the reality was, I could not escape this moment.

“Michael is, was, Kyle’s best friend and at Roger’s suggestion I seduced him.”

There was a look of shock on Rachel’s face as she absorbed what I was saying.

“Things have developed since then and with Roger’s blessing I have become Michael’s fuck toy.  Eager to dress for his pleasure and desperate to do anything to satisfy his needs.”

“Really? So, this,” Rachel pointed towards Michael as she considered her words, “this young man is free to use and abuse you sexually as he pleases?”

“Yes.”

“And you are comfortable with that?”

“I have discovered that I am not just comfortable with it but that it brings me a sexual fulfilment that I was not getting with just Roger.”

“Right… and I take it that you, dressing like this is part of that game?” Rachel cast her eyes up and down my body again, “I mean you are not leaving much to the imagination.”

“I’m expected to be open and honest physically and mentally, to enjoy displaying myself as Michael’s plaything.”

“Right…”

“Is there anything else you would like to know?”

“No, not right now, I think I need to go check on Roger.”

At that Rachel turned and walked towards the shop exit. As she left Michael leaned in, “that’s a very tight skirt and high heels for someone who appears to be so uptight.”

Having never looked at Rachel in that way before I took a moment to admire her bum as it wiggled. She was wearing a tailored suit jacket and matching skirt which pulled tight. There was no knicker line while the exposed parts of her legs showed the clear seam of a pair of stockings. “Was the up-tight image a deliberate decoy?” I wondered for the first time.

“Have you chosen your boots yet?” Michael asked, his question intruding into my thoughts. Spinning round, I glanced at the pairs I had narrowed it down to and then picked up what I thought was the sexiest. Stiletto heels and black leather they were usable in just about every situation. Picking them up, I showed them to Michael and smiled demurely.

“These are the ones I want.”

“Good, let’s buy them as I have another challenge for you.”

Minutes later Michael, Tony and I approached a bench in the middle of the shopping centre. The two men sat down as I, with a gentle wave of Michael’s hand remained stood in front of them. To the side of them an old, black man studied my body intently. It was clear that his body was no longer capable of satisfying the desires that his mind still felt.

“Change into your boots,” Michael instructed and slowly, bending over at the waist so that my ass poked out from under the skirt, I removed them from the box. Slipping each of my heels off I stood barefoot in the middle of the shopping centre. Then, lifting a leg I slid my foot into the one boot and zipped it all the way up. In the heels I struggled to support myself on one leg and so sat down to put the other boot on.

“Show yourself properly.”

Understanding immediately what was expected I swung the other leg up onto the bench so that I faced the old man. Legs open, the skirt rode up displaying my vagina to everyone who passed as I slipped the second boot on. Leaning forward the old man even got a look down my top as I carefully zipped the boot up.

“Good Toy,” Michael commented as he stood back up. Offering a hand towards me, he helped me to also raise and for a moment held on to ensure I had my balance. “Now the time has come for me to part,” he said, and he offered my hand towards Tony who was now standing next to both of us. “Try not to break her… too much.”

A smirk crossed Tony’s face at the comment, and I wondered what my experience that night would be like.

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