She probably shouldn’t have been such a slut, and it was so out of character for her, but fucking a stranger by the side of the road had seemed like such a wild and delicious adventure. Except that by the time she recovered from her orgasms and clambered to her feet, he had already collected her clothes and locked them in his car, leaving her naked.
She begged for something to wear – he had driven her out here, and she couldn’t walk home naked – and he agreed that if she spread her legs for him again and let him photograph her big slutty breasts and her nude cunt, she could ask for two items of clothing and he would give them to her. Reluctantly, she posed for the photos, and then asked for a shirt and panties.
But the shirt and panties he gave her weren’t hers – the panties were low-cut bikini briefs, and the shirt was completely see-through and had no buttons to do it up down the front. She looked sluttier dressed than she had naked.
He told her she was free to walk home like that, but he’d offer her another deal – she could strip naked again and let him cuff her hands behind her back, and in return he’d drive her home. She objected at first, but then when he started mentioning how her family would love to see the photos he’d just taken, she agreed. A part of her knew what might happen to her, getting handcuffed naked in his car, but that part of her was her cunt, and it responded by getting wet and puffy and needy…
A month later she was offered the choice to dress in only two items of clothing again, and by then she knew the right answer. She looked up at her Master, naked, from her knees, and said, “Collar and leash, please, sir.”
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