Dressed for Use

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We're having dinner. My lover has asked me to play a game with him. I desire him deeply and trust him totally, but what could he possibly want?

"You can choose not to, of course," he says, "But if you do, you'll never see me again. You know you can trust me, don't you?" I nod, fearful of his plans, but curious. He knows I would never want to challenge him and lose the time we have together.

He gives me a large white box, and I open it. Inside there's a black leather coat, waist-length. Well-made, my style. "Put it on," he tells me. When I do, I zip up the front.

"Oh no," he says, "Just like in the story we read. We need to keep it zipped to about here," and he lowers the zipper to the top of my belly. I smile. I know the story he's talking about, but he'd never dare! I reach my hands into the pockets and gasp - there ARE rings attached to the insides of the pockets. I desperately clutch at my sleeves to confirm the suspicion...sure enough I find hooks inside.

Wide-eyed and beginning to tremble, I begin to protest. "Shhhh," he soothes, putting a finger to my lips. "Trust me!"

He tells me to take off my blouse, to remove my bra, and to put on the jacket with nothing underneath. When I comply, naked under the leather, I zip the jacket high, feeling vulnerable and nervous. It's beginning to excite me. He gently takes my wrists in his hands, and saying, "Don't be afraid," he clips the cuffs of my sleeves to the insides of my pockets.

I can no longer take my hands out, but it looks like nothing special. My lover grins to himself, pleased with his handiwork. He moves forward, and staring me in the eyes, slowly zips the zipper down, below my breasts, exposing my cleavage to the extreme. He devours me with his eyes, admiring the view, the exposure, my nervous expression.

"Tonight we're going to have some fun," he says. I begin to protest, but he looks at me severely. I know his threats are never empty, and I desire him too much to lose him by refusing.

He removes my jeans, and dresses me in my shortest skirt. The skirt is made of flimsy cotton, the kind that moves easily in the wind, black with small flowers, with buttons down the front. It's hardly a decent skirt when I'm wearing opaque stockings under it, but without any at all it's absolutely lewd.

He smiles, exploring my legs with his eyes, groping my ass under the skirt; the intensity of his touch excites me. "Ooo yeah, easy access," he whispers, and I feel threatened, and excited. His enjoyment of this is beginning to make me even more nervous. "What do you have in mind?" I ask meekly.

He touches his finger to my lips, instructing me to be silent. "No more talking for you tonight. Here are the rules. We're going out to some clubs, I'm going to walk behind you. People will want to touch you. If anyone dares, you will stand and let them until I nod for you to move away. I will count to 30 before I let you move. Do you understand?"

He didn't need to tell me, he was just reiterating what we had read together in the story of the leather jacket. But in the story, this was a normal part of their play. This was not normal for me! I had confessed my fantasies, now he was intent on capitalizing on them.

The club was crowded - overly crowded. Walking ahead of my lover, it was all I could do to push through the crowd. Expecting him directly behind me, I glanced back to see that he'd already spaced himself well behind me. My heart began to race, and I suddenly realized there was nothing I could do to defend myself against potential "gropers". He pointed for me to move on, and I did, nervously.

"Hey!" A tall, heavy-set man stood staring over my shoulder, checking me out through the jacket. I hurried past him, glancing behind me to seek the comfort of my lover, but it excited me. I felt so exposed. All around me, men were taking advantage of catching a peep.

My lover was smiling, and gave me an encouraging nod. He made a gesture with his palm to get me to relax. My breathing was coming more quickly, and suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. An attractive man was smiling at me. I smiled sheepishly and moved to pass him. "Not so fast," he grinned. "What's your name?"

Not even thinking, I told him. I looked at my lover, who was counting. This man had touched me, now I was obligated to stay. "You look wonderful this evening," he said, and suddenly I felt his hand against the outside of my thigh. "Very nice!" He drawled his approval, encouraged since I did not make motion to stop him. Inadvertently my eyes began to close, heavy with my excitement.

I strained against my binds, but couldn't free my hands. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I was at his mercy. I forced my eyes open again and looked away. He smiled more confidently, and his hand roamed to the front of my thigh, moving closer to my sex. He was talking to me, small talk; I didn't hear a word he said. Looking back at my lover again, my heart racing, he gave me a nod to move on. I smiled, apologized quickly and turned to go.

My skin tingled, electrified from the stranger's touch, and my heart raced. My body felt hot with shame and excitement, hyper-aware of the looks my exposure attracted. Another man stopped me, standing in front of me. "I've never seen you here before. Nice jacket!" He raised his hand to touch the leather, just above my shoulder. Again my eyes felt heavy.

His touch lingered too long on the front of my shoulder, sliding down along the zipper, along my breast. This guy was obviously getting an eyeful. Not knowing how to react, I smiled nervously. His eyes were locked on my exposed chest.

Since I didn't move, he started tracing his fingers along the underside of the zipper, pressing the backs of his fingers against my skin. With his other hand, he grabbed my waist and pulled me tight against him. He wedged his leg between mine, forcing my legs apart. "You're a really hot lady!" It seemed the club crowd became more and more dense, no one could notice what he was doing. I looked desperately for my lover. He didn't nod; I had to wait.

The man smiled lewdly at me and then leaned in close to my ear, "You like this, don't you?" I began to tremble with anticipation and excitement, and he chuckled and slid his fingertips completely under the zipper, grazing my nipple, escalating my pleasure. I wondered if my lover had set this up, the way the man in the story had. There was no way for me to tell; this man could be a total stranger taking advantage. I gasped, unable to restrain the confusion, or my excitement, or the pleasure mounting inside me.

My knees started to get weak, and I looked behind me again, waiting for my cue. My lover nodded me freedom, but before I could break away the man kissed my neck, sending electricity through my body. I backed away from him hurriedly, and rushed to push myself further through the crowd.

Two more men came toward me and one took my arm. "Are you alone, dressed all sexy like that?" Now my heart was racing, my panties were soaked, and I was having a hard time standing. One of the men pinned me from behind; I was sandwiched between them. The two simultaneously began touching my waist, one sliding his hands over my ass and between my legs, the other sliding up over my breasts. I started shaking in fear and excitement.

Suddenly, behind my lust, I could hear my lover's voice. "That's enough! If you two don't stop fondling my girlfriend, I'm going to have to join you!" I looked at him in horror.

Suddenly the first two men appeared, one on either side of me, and I was entirely boxed in. "Let's get out of here," one of them said, and they pulled me, surrounded, out the door.

Outside a limo was waiting. He HAD set this whole thing up. As I struggled to enter the limo without using my hands to balance me, I bent forward.   One of the men grabbed my waist and held me bent over, my head inside the car, my ass vulnerable behind me. I heard the flick of a switchblade, and someone hiked up my skirt and slit the waistband of my panties. They fell from me, entirely exposing me to the view of the men.

"She's dripping! Very nice!" one said. Held in place by the waist, I couldn't move, and my balance tottered. One of the men touched me between the legs, then touched my wet lips, making me jump and gasp, then slid a finger roughly into me, hitting my g-spot and sending waves of pleasure over my skin. I moaned accidentally.

The men crooned approval while I was fondled, making me pant, and finally they eased me into the car. My lover blindfolded me, whispering, "Trust me. Relax. Daddy will take good care of you. Tonight you are all mine to do as we please."

Hands everywhere fondled me, pulled my knees apart, pinned my legs spread wide, forced open. Fingers probed my wetness. As I writhed against them, someone pressed my shoulders back against the seat and held me there. Hands teased my nipples, opened my jacket completely. I heard zippers open, heard rustling and shuffling.

I struggled against my coat, but could not free myself, and my bondage excited me even more. Someone lifted my knees, and slowly, too slowly, penetrated me. They were playing with my mind. "Take your time, enjoy her," someone said. I could not control my moans.

All the while I was being taken, someone held each knee, keeping my legs spread wide. Someone kissed me. Someone else licked my breasts. I moaned in pleasure and excitement. "Helpless little girl," I heard my lover say.  The man inside me began to cum, and another quickly moved in to take his place.

Over and over they took me, my struggles against them fruitless. One of them said he enjoyed hearing me moan, and said, "Make her scream." The man inside me pumped hard and fast, and something penetrated me from behind. I felt completely open and vulnerable, defenseless. I panted and orgasmed, hard, the climax making me cry out, but it wasn't enough. Harder and harder they fucked me, making me lose all control. They pulled me onto the floor of the limo, and while one man fucked me, another slid his cock into my mouth. When I tried to struggle against them my lover said, "Relax. There's nothing you can do."

When all five men had had their way with me and had left, they left the car and my lover removed the blindfold and unhooked my wrists from the pocket hooks. He took me in his arms and held me until my trembling subsided. Confused, I wondered if my trembling was more from fear, or more from excitement and pleasure... 

"You are so wonderful," he whispered over and over.

I wondered when he would require me to play this game again.