My Boyfriend Likes to Expose Me Ch. 04

I knew what Dan meant about being easier; but then came the harder bit.

Ropes were tied to my ankle cuffs and my legs were pulled apart and up to where my wrists were. Then my wrists and ankles were tied to the fence cross member. I was left with only the bottom of my back touching the ground and my pussy pointing up to the sky; with my butt and pussy spread wide.

Dan came over to me and asked me if I was okay, when I said that I was he told me that he was looking for the 'tortured look'. I panicked a little, but got excited as well. I wanted to know more.

"Two things, Dan said, "firstly I want some red marks on your butt so that you look like you've been whipped. Secondly I want you to look like your pussy has been abused; by that I mean well fucked by a machine. Since we haven't got any fucking machines out here, a dildo will have to do.

Ryan, do you think that you could cane Tanya's backside until we see some red wheals; then use a dildo on her until she gets worked up and wet?"

I started to panic a little and looked up at Ryan.

"No, I can't hurt Tanya, I can't cane her. The dildo, yes, that part's easy, but not the cane." Ryan said.

"Okay," Dan said, "Tanya, would you object if I caned you?"

"That depends on how much it will hurt." I said.

"How about I start and we'll see how it goes and check for red marks after every stroke?" Dan said.

I thought for a second and looked up at Dan. He looked as scared as I felt.

"Okay" I said, "but you will stop as soon as I ask you to won't you?"

"Of course I will, I would never want to really hurt you, I may want to use your services again, and besides, you might sue the college." Dan said.

Dan went and got a cane and a dildo, it was huge; the thought of that going in and out of my pussy both scared and excited me.

Dan got down on his knees and shuffled into a position that he was happy with and let fly with the first stroke.

"Ouch!" I said, and remembered the spanking that I'd endured when I worked at that hotel.

"Are you okay Tanya?" Dan asked.

"Don't worry; I'll let you know when I want you to stop." I said.

I looked up at Ryan. He had his phone in his hand. He was taking more photos of me.

Dan gave me 5 more stokes before stopping and checking first with me, then closely at the red wheals on my butt.

My brain was telling me to tell Dan to stop, but my pussy was craving more. Dan must have been able to see how wet I was.

"It's coming along nicely, just a few more and you will look perfect." Dan said.

With that the cane came down onto my butt 5 times more. I was crying, even though the pain wasn't that bad.

"Beautiful!" Dan said, "The class should be able to capture that quite well. Now the dildo; seen as you are here Ryan would you be so kind as to insert it into Tanya's vagina. I'd like to have about half of it left visible please."

Ryan got the dildo from Dan and knelt in front of me. He kissed me and asked me if I was okay. When I told him that I was he kissed me again then put his hand to my pussy.

"Wow," he said, "You really must be enjoying this. I was expecting to have to tease your clit for ages to be able to get this thing inside you; but I see that I don't need to."

"You still can if you want." I said.

Ryan grinned and teased my clit with his index finger and thumb for a few seconds before easing the dildo into my pussy. Just to tease me a bit more he fucked me with it for a few seconds before standing up and backing away. I looked at the dildo sticking out of me. Six inches of it were pointing straight up to the sky.

"Tanya, I need your face to look as if you've been tortured for hours, do you think that you can do that for me please?" Dan said.

I tried to think back to when I was getting caned, and pulled my face into the same expression.

The easy part of that pose was soon forgotten and I was aching after about 5 minutes. The other problem was that the dildo kept starting to slide out of me. Three times Ryan had to come over and push it back in. Each time he told me that he'd got some great photos of me.

If it wasn't bad enough being in such a humiliating position with those artists staring at me all the time; it got worse when the 4 young men walked by again. They were no more than a couple of feet from me. It was horrible. A youngish couple also walked along the path as well. Ryan told me that when he first noticed them they stopped and stared for a good 5 minutes before walking passed me.

I was quite happy when Dan told me that my time was up and he and Ryan came and untied me. Dan pulled the dildo out and must have had a great look right inside me as my pussy slowly closed.

I was glad to be back on my feet. My butt still hurt and my back ached; but not as bad as I expected. I looked round and everyone was just about packed up and walking back towards the minibus. I asked Ryan for my clothes but he told me that they were in a bag that had already left.

I had to walk that half mile naked; much to the delight of the 4 young men that walked passed us – again. I have to admit that I did get a little wet rush as they walked passed.

When we got to the car park Ryan persuaded me to ride back to the college naked as well. I wasn't too worried about that thought as everyone there had seen me naked all day; until, Ryan said,

"What if someone crashes into us? We'd have to get lifted out and taken to hospital. At least they wouldn't have to undress you to treat you."

A couple of people laughed, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

We made it back to the college and Ryan found the bag with my clothes in it. After I'd got dressed we went over to Dan to get my money. We left them with all of them thanking me for such a good day.

On the bus back home Ryan told me that he was looking forward to us having a shower as soon as we got in.

One Saturday afternoon while we were in town, Ryan took me into a sex shop and bought me some little chains that I can hang from the barbells and stirrups. As soon as we got out of the shop he took me down an alley, opened my coat and hooked them on.

When the weather got a little warmer I started my jogging again. I've sorted out a route that's about 3 miles long that I go on. It goes through the park where Ryan and I, and me on my own, have had quite a bit of fun. A few times that I've passed the kids play area and there has been no one around I've stopped and repeated some of that fun. One time that I climbed up the rope and slid down I forgot that I had my clit jewellery in and I had to abandon my fun because the jewellery was getting snagged on the rope and I nearly did myself a major problem.

The route also goes along a road that has a few shops on it and there is usually quite a few people walking about. I've had a few (mixed) comments about my skirt bouncing about and letting my butt become visible, but nothing that I can't ignore. Although a couple of times I have REALLY been embarrassed when it was windy.

Let me tell you, going jogging in a very short skirt with no knickers on is a very pleasant experience, but going jogging dressed like that on a blustery day is a VERY embarrassing experience; and the wind tends to blow quite strongly round those shops. There were a couple of times when my skirt was up around my chest with people looking at me. I was so embarrassed as I tried to get myself decent again.

The thing was, after the times that I was really embarrassed I wanted it to happen again. Whenever I was thinking about going out jogging I'd look out to see if it was windy. If it wasn't I'd put-off going until it was windy. When it was windy I'd put the constant vibe in, set on low, and set off.

By the time I got to the shops I was usually as horny as hell and had was both embarrassed and excited when my skirt went up.

When I told Ryan about my embarrassment all he did was laugh and tell me that
I loved every second of it and that I'm an exhibitionist. How can that be true? It isn't as if I lifted my skirt up round my chest. It was an accident; an act of nature.

There was one time when I was jogging down this quiet street and 2 policemen were walking towards me when the wind sent my skirt right up. Not only was it embarrassing, but I had visions of me getting locked up for indecent exposure.

As I struggled to pull my skirt down to cover my pussy, the 2 policemen just smiled at me and kept walking. My poor heart nearly stopped.

Another thing that we did was to go Ice Skating. I'd never been before, but Ryan had and he thought that he was quite good at it.

Ryan told me that I should wear my tennis skirt and a warm top so I did, but not before telling him that I didn't want to be on my backside on the ice lots of times. He assured me that I wouldn't, and off we went.

After hiring the boots I gingerly walked to the ice with Ryan holding my arm. I think that I made it to the first corner before I was flat on my back with my butt getting very cold rapidly.

I don't think that I will ever get any good at that sport as I spent most of my time with my bare butt sitting on the ice.

The thing is, Ryan took me back there twice more. It was only on the third time that he admitted that he liked looking at me bare legs and pussy with all those people skating passed me.

We needed a holiday in the sun. We hadn't had any decent weather for months (years!). The problem was that what little money we did have was needed to get our apartment straight. Someone who works with Ryan suggested that we look for a house sitting job, and gave him a couple of URLs.

We spent a couple of evenings searching the internet and finally found a site that had some villas in Majorca where the owners wanted to go on holiday, but didn't want to leave their place empty. All we would have to pay for was the flights there and back and our food costs. We selected 3 that looked good and filled in the application forms and waited.

We were just at the point of starting to search again when Ryan got an email telling us that out application had been successful. The dates were good, but the owners were going away for just over 3 weeks not the original 2 weeks. Ryan could only get 2 weeks off work. He checked at work the next day, but no luck.

We'd just about resigned ourselves to losing it when Ryan suggested that we both go for the 2 weeks then he would come back home leaving me to stay for the other week and a half. At first I didn't want to know; I didn't want to be there without him.

As usual, Ryan got his way, but I wasn't looking forward to those extra days.

We got everything planned and waited.

In the meantime I've had another temporary job through the agency; and have recently got a part time job as well.

The temp job was 4 weeks with an accountancy firm. They had a lot of work on and needed some help. It was a very old-fashioned firm in an old building and most of the people there were old as well.

Ryan persuaded me to wear mid-thigh length skirts and blouses. He said that I looked quite 'business like." Ryan also wanted me to wear my barbells, stirrups and chains. He said that the chains bouncing about under my loose, fitting blouses would remind me of him.

When I got there I was given a table to sit at near the entrance door. It was a table, not a desk, but had boxes pilled in front of it so I wasn't worried about there not being a modest board. I didn't have to worry about the old men there looking up my skirt as they came in and out.

I thought that the work I was given to do would be good experience because I want to become an accountant.

It was about the third day that I was there that I noticed one of the men looking down the top of my blouse as he stood next to me explain how to do something.

I didn't want to upset anyone there so I turned to one side so that his view was gone. When I told Ryan about it that night, he laughed and told me not to be so shy. Firstly I didn't have a lot for anyone to look at, and secondly, if he liked what he saw he may just give me a full time job.

The next day when that man stood next to me I didn't move. I could see that he kept looking and I was surprised that I didn't get embarrassed. After all, he was an old man; it wasn't as if he was going to corner me and rape me.

That peeking got to be a regular thing and we both acted as if it wasn't happening.

During the second week the boxes in front of my table started to disappear. By the end of the week they were all gone. I didn't think anything of it and continued sitting comfortably – legs not crossed.

It was on the third week that I realised that people could see my bare legs, and possibly more. A delivery guy was stood a few feet in front of my table, waiting for a signature and I noticed him looking at my legs. I blushed and turned sideways in my seat.

I remembered how long it was since the boxes had gone and wondered how many men had had a good look up my skirt without me knowing it.

I made a mental note to sit more carefully whenever anyone was in front of my table. The problem is that I frequently get engrossed in what I'm doing and don't see what is going on around me. By the time that my time there was up I had no idea how many people had looked up my skirt.

The part time job was as a result of Ryan seeing a notice in the window of a trendy, young person's clothes shop. The top part of the notice said,

WANTED – PART TIME MODEL
We have a part time vacancy for someone to model clothes for parents who wish to buy clothes for their children as a surprise, but would like to see them on someone before they buy them.

Hours are flexible but must include either a Thursday or Friday evening, or all day Saturday or all day Sunday.

Apply within.

Although it was only a couple of weeks before we went away I went to the shop the next day and applied. I saw the manager and told her what I was there for.

She looked so pleased. She told me that she couldn't put the sex or the build of the person that they wanted on the advert because they could have been accused of discrimination. She told me that I was just what she was looking for. I had to show her my passport (nothing unusual there) then she told me that they had a growing demand for what it said on the advert. They already had 1 part time young girl but there was too much work for her. She said that all modelling sessions were by appointment only and took place in in a room next to her office. She said that it used to be a stock room but they'd cleared it and put a screen up in one corner.

After I told her about my upcoming holiday we agreed on the money and that I would start the next Sunday. I had to agree to give her advance notice of the days or evenings that I could work.

It all sounded great to me, how difficult could it be to put clothes on and stand in front of someone while they imagined their daughter was in front of them.

Ryan was well pleased, but not pleased at the time that we would be apart. He said that he'd have to make an appointment to see me.

I only had 4 appointments on that first Sunday and I was quite nervous when the manager introduced the first customer to me. It was a couple in their thirties buying an outfit for their 14 year old. I changed behind the screen and stepped out for them to see me. Everything went well with no embarrassing moments and I think that they bought the outfit. The manager had been with me that first time, just to make sure that everything went well. She told me that if I had any problems I just had to bang on the wall to her office and she'd be there PDQ.

The second appointment was with a man on his own. I was a little apprehensive knowing that I was going to take my clothes off (albeit behind a screen) in a closed room with an unknown man there; but the only 'incident' was when he called me by his daughter's name.

The third appointment was also with a man on his own. He was looked a little old to have a teenage daughter, but who knows.

This man had selected lots of clothes, including bikinis. At first everything went well with him sitting in the chair that was provided for the customers. Then came an outfit that was a couple of sizes too small for me. I managed to squeeze in to it but it was obvious that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I told the man and asked him to go and get the right size, but he insisted that I show him, saying that it was a party outfit and that his daughter always wore tight clothes.

I was embarrassed as I stepped out from behind the screen but the man said that I looked fantastic. He told me to do a twirl (which I did), then he asked me if I was wearing any underwear. I blushed and said that I wasn't. He said that if he bought that outfit he would have to tell his daughter to forego underwear as well.

"Wow!" I thought, "a father telling his teenage daughter to go out without underwear."

The man stood up and walked round me. My nipples went rock hard and the man smiled as he got round to my front.

"Yes, definitely a possibility." The man said and sat down.

The next outfit was a top and short, flared skirt. I put them on and stepped from behind the screen.

"Nice!" the man said, "can you do a twirl please?"

As I did so I suddenly realised that the skirt would float up. When I stood in front of the man again he had a big grin on his face and I just knew that he'd seen something that I didn't want him to see.

Next was one of the bikinis. It was a reasonably full bikini and my bits were well covered.

The second bikini had quite a bit less material to it. In fact it was a thong bikini. I felt terribly exposed when I stepped out from behind the screen. The man just stared at me for ages before finally asking me to turn round. I did so and he stared at my naked butt for ages before thanking me.

The fourth appointment went quickly and quite boringly.

When I told Ryan about my twirl in the short skirt and the bikinis he laughed and told me that I should have let him have a good look and my pussy; that he wanted the whole world to see my pussy.

I thumped him and told him that there was no chance.

I worked the following Friday evening and only had 2 appointments.

The first was a woman in her late thirties. She had lots of outfits for me to try on. About half way through she told me that things would move faster if I stopped going behind the screen and just changed in the main room.

My first reaction was, 'no way', but before I said it I changed my mind and said,

"Okay."

After all, we were both girls.

It felt strange stripping naked in front of her, but it was quicker; especially as she kept changing her mind, frequently when I was only half dressed.

That was my longest appointment and I'd only just got dressed again when the manager brought my other appointment in. It was a man on his own and he was looking for clothes for his 15 year old daughter who was coming to live with him. He too had a mountain of clothes with him and when I saw them I realised that I it was going to take quite a while.

Everything started out okay, but the man started walking around the room whenever I was getting changed. The screen only protected me from view if the customer was sat on the chair and this man kept walking to a place where he could see me changing. Whenever I saw him I turned my back to him. If he was going to see me naked then it was going to be my back.

The outfits got shorter and tighter and the man talked more and more, telling me all about his daughter.

Just when we'd just about got through the pile of clothes he told me to wait there and he went and got some more clothes. When he got back he had an arm full of what looked like bikinis. He gave one to me and asked me to put it on. I went behind the screen, changed and modelled it for him. It didn't take long for him to decide that he didn't like it and gave me another one.