Accidental Submission Pt. 02

"Was the tip OK?"

"Thank you Sir, perfect."

I realized I have been traded once more.

Chapter 4

The Maitre'D shows us to our car, thanking Sir for his custom, and hoping that he would see us back soon. The big black Mercedes is waiting, the driver by the back door, holding it open. He watches as I get in, making no secret of enjoying the sight of my very short skirt; he can presumably also see that I am wearing no knickers. He smirks at me and lays the dress in the boot of the car, then gets into the driver's seat; I see that he has adjusted his mirror so that it is looking directly at me. Sir gets into the back seat beside me and looks over at me, smiling. He strokes my legs, then traces his fingers up my side to my breasts, teasing the nipples poking so clearly through the fabric of my dress. Gently he coaxes my right leg, the one closest to him, wide open. the driver still concentrating on my sex.

"Let's just drive around for a while, wherever you think interesting." he says to the driver

The car starts moving, but I am not paying attention; I am relaxed from the alcohol and turned on from Sir's hands. I feel something clip around my right ankle and feel my legs now fixed lewdly open, as he leans down quickly and clips my left ankle in the same way. I automatically start to try and pull my short skirt down a little. Sir looks at me and says not to touch; he quickly cuffs my hands together, then he runs a small but strong chain behind the headrest and raises my hands up beside my left ear and clips them there.

"So tell me, whore, how does that feel?"

"I feel vulnerable and exposed Sir. I feel open, and I feel embarrassed that your driver can see my sex with my legs wide open, Sir."

"Good, wide open for my pleasure. Lucky you are so good with the superglue isn't it?" he whispered in my ear "I'm sure the driver doesn't know or care that you are still somewhat male. He would just turn you over and fuck you in the arse, you have him so turned on. Shall we ask him?"

"No Sir, please not"

"Alright... not yet"

I feel Sir's hands on the zip at the side of my dress and feel it run down to my waist; I am watching the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror as the top of my dress slides down to my waist. Sir carries on teasing my nipples as he has been doing while my dress was done up.

"Mmmmm, I still wonder if I should pierce your nipples... What do you think?"

He isn't asking me.

"I think her tits look magnificent, Sir. Of course pierced nipples are fun, but you wouldn't be able to play with them for a while."

"Good point, then maybe just before I drop her off then."

With that he puts a clip on both nipples joined by a fine silver chain and sits back, getting out his phone. The humming started again in my arse. It is driving me crazy. I am close to the edge. Beside me I hear the window gliding down and the cold air on my naked skin, I turn and look out of the window and see we are close to the city centre. It's late, so quiet, but I realise that people will be heading home soon, so it won't stay quiet. A couple look straight in the window as we drive past, they see my tits with the nipple clamps, my wrists cuffed and fixed up close to the headrest. They smile at me. I feel the humming intensify. Sir looks at me smiling then kisses me deeply, invading my mouth with his tongue. I welcome him opening my lips and then INTENSE PAIN as he pulls off both clamps at the same time. I slump in the seat slightly, and Sir sits back smiling. The driver is watching intently. I realise how I look, legs spread wide, my sex open to his hungry eyes, my dress merely a decoration around my waist, my wrists clipped to the headrest.

I realise I am more on heat than I have ever been in my life.

"Can you take us to the end of Histon Road please?"

"Certainly Sir."

The window slides closed and Sir smiles at me; he pulls the bodice of my dress up over my tits and slides the zip closed. He bends down and releases my ankles. The car is driving along Histon Road, the red light road of Cambridge. I see the working girls working the cars that are driving slowly by. We pull up in Linden Close, a little way past where they are. Sir turns to me; he strokes my neck and my chin, he kisses my lips lightly.

"In a moment you are going to get out of the car. I am going to take the car back to the other end of the strip. You are going to walk... I'm not going to drive quickly, so if you walk too fast then when you get there you will have to hang around with the other whores... whores like you are. If you walk too slowly then either men will try and pick you up or pimps will get upset that you are on their pitch, so you will have to walk in a relaxed way. When I get to you I will ask the driver to pull over and you will come up to the window of the car and ask to be let in. All the other whores will assume you are telling me your price, so by doing that you will confirm to them that you are a prostitute. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

With that he unclips my wrists and I realise I am free. I am still buzzing from the wine, and I am incredibly turned on. The driver is outside the door, he opens it for me. As I am about to leave Sir calls to me:

"One last thing: if a customer calls you over to his car and you go over, then you are to service him like the whore you are."

"Yes Sir."

I start to walk along Histon Road, my heels making a very clear clicking on the pavement. I look back and see Sir driving away. I realise he is being serious. I see the lights getting a little brighter, the people getting closer, I see the girls walking up to the cars as they slow down. I carry on walking towards them, every sense heightened, hearing every sound, seeing every movement, aware that as I walk the skirt of this tiny dress is riding up to show my stocking tops. As the light gets a little brighter the cars start to slow as they go past me. I keep looking ahead and try not to rush. I can see one of the girls, younger than me, heavy make-up, but more covered up than I am; I feel like I'm more of a whore than she is. She smiles as I get close.

"New 'ere? Watch out for Jay, 'e don't like freelancers on 'is pitch luv."

"No, I'm just meeting a friend."

"Yeah right, it's all right, we all start like that."

I carry on walking. Another car slows down beside me. I ignore the calls, remembering what Sir has told me. The next car that goes past I hear the calls again: I look over and the guys call to me. I quickly turn back round and keep walking. There are two guys walking towards me on the same side of the street; as they get closer I feel them removing what little I am wearing with their eyes. They walk close to each other, there is no way through. I keep walking towards them, believing they will part and let me walk through. I'm close. They smile at me. They are about 30, one blond, the other dark-skinned with black hair.

"Where are you hurrying off to, love? How much for a quick blow job from those luscious lips?"

I know that Sir will consider this to mean I have to service them. I wonder if he can see, if he will know if I don't. I know I'm about to cross a major line.

"£25 each of you, but I don't have anywhere to take you."

"That's all right love, just down this alley is fine for a skank like you."

They laugh together at their joke, but nevertheless I feel the blond guy take my hand and lead me up behind the now-closed Aldi store. The coloured guy is behind me. I feel his hand on my arse.

Just at that point the humming starts up in my arse again. The blond guy has found a dark spot and is pulling down his fly. I sink onto my ankles, not wanting to kneel and wreck my stockings. I lean forward and take the head into my mouth. His smell fills my nostrils, musky. My hand is guided to the side and I feel a large cock in my other hand. I move my mouth over and take it into my mouth, my lips opening wide around the head. I'm holding one cock in each hand and trying to bring them off as quickly as I can, alternating with my mouth. I feel one hand on my tits as my dress is pushed down. The blond guy leans back against the wall as I feel him start to erupt in my mouth. I swallow every drop and turn to suck on the black guy's cock just as he starts to pump all over my face. I quickly cover the tip with my mouth, trying to keep the spray to a minimum. He laughs as he sees me doing it.

" Ha ha ha, worried about a bit of spunk, tart?"

With that they both stuff a couple of £20's down my top and walk off, laughing and high-fiving. I wipe as much of the cum off me as I can and pull my dress up over my tits. I try to pull it down over my stocking tops and give up. I put the £80 in my purse and walk back towards the lights. The girl who had spoken to me before is at the corner when I get there.

"Just friends were they luv? I told you we all start like that, you're a whore like me, ain'tcha?"

I just keep walking, faster now, ignoring the catcalls and the cars that are slowing. I almost miss the big black car that pulls over beside me;. The window slides down and I see Sir looking at me. I walk slowly over to the car and lean in to the widow: I'm aware that doing so shows my stocking tops and probably my arse to anyone walking past.

"Tell me how do you feel now, stephanie? Now that you have truly sold yourself?"

"I feel utterly alive Sir, I feel like a bitch on heat Sir"

"Should I leave you here for the night, to make me some money stephanie?"

"Please no Sir."

The door opens and I get into the car. Sir looks at me, traces the cum stains on my dress.

"Good girl... tell me, how did you feel, selling your body for sex? Truly becoming a prostitute?"

I feel the car move off, aware that the girl I had been talking to had watched me and now knew I am getting in a car with what looks like a wealthy customer. I guess that's what he is.

"It was initially terrifying Sir, hearing my heels clicking on the pavement, seeing the cars slowing down, knowing that the men were looking me over as a piece of merchandise to be bought."

"Go on."

"I realized that I was wanting them to slow down, that they thought I was worth buying. That I was someone they wanted to fuck Sir."

"And when your new colleague talked to you? How was that?"

I realise he has been able to see me the whole time.

"I told her I'm not a whore Sir, She warned me about a pimp, Sir, but the cars were also slowing down more often then, because I was in the lights, Sir."

"So you were turned on, were you?"

"Yes Sir, I was."

"Is that why you went with those two men stephanie? Is that why you now have their cum all over your dress, in your hair, and I assume in your belly?"

"I tried to go straight past them Sir, I wanted to get straight to the car, Sir."

"I don't think so stephanie... I think you could easily have flirted with them and walked past stephanie. I think you went with them because at that moment you truly became a whore, didn't you, stephanie?"

"Yes Sir."

"So tell me, whore, what did you do, how much did you charge, and how did it feel?"

"You instructed me that if a man was to solicit me that I was to service them, Sir. So when one of them asked me how much I would charge for a blowjob, I treated that as if I was being solicited, Sir. I told them £25 each but apologized that I didn't have a place to take them."

"So although only one of the men asked you to give him a blowjob, you offered to service them both, is that right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Well done stephanie, you have clearly crossed a threshold, dear, you truly are now a whore."

"Yes Sir."

"Go on."

"The one that had first asked me took my hand and led me up to a dark alley behind the Aldi store, Sir. They said it was a fine place for a skank like me, Sir. The one who was behind had pulled my skirt up, Sir, so my arse and stockings were on view, Sir."

"Yes, I know, dear, I could see you: your arse was visible to anyone who was looking."

I blushed slightly

"They took me into the dark alley, Sir, and I gave them both a blowjob at the same time, Sir. The blond man mainly came in my mouth and belly Sir, the coloured man mainly came over my face and dress until I managed to get him into my mouth, Sir. Afterwards they left me and walked off Sir."

"So dear, did you then run back to the safety of this car having been violated? Or did you re-do your lipstick and makeup, cleaning yourself up to be appealing for your next customer?"

"I redid my makeup Sir, and walked back down to the strip; the same girl spoke to me again, Sir. She laughed at me, asked me if I still thought I wasn't a whore, seeing as how I was covered in spunk, Sir."

"And what do you think now, stephanie?"

"I am a prostitute, Sir."

"Good girl, carry on."

"I was worried that if I had spent any more time getting to you that you would be gone by the time I arrived, Sir, so I walked straight along the road until I saw you, Sir, even though other cars were slowing down, Sir."

"And were you more or less tempted to go over to sell yourself to the drivers, now that you had crossed the line once, stephanie?"

"More tempted, Sir."

"Good. What a wonderful evening it has been so far! Would you like me to leave you here for the night, stephanie? Or shall we go to a little private club I know?"

"Please don't leave me Sir."

"Very well. Driver, please take us to the Manor."

"Very good Sir."

"But on the way, could you find us a quiet place?"

"Certainly Sir."

The car is picking up speed and as we leave the city the lights become less. After a short while we pull into what looks like a small business park, closed at this time of day, just with some security lights. The driver opens my car door and helps me to my feet, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. Sir goes to the boot of the car and gets a couple of bags out.

"Take her dress off please"

"Yes Sir"

I'm shocked as the driver deftly unzips my dress and pulls it to the floor, leaving me standing in just my stockings, suspenders and heels. I note the foundation is wearing off and the bruises on my tits and neck are again obvious.

"Pull her plug out too."

I am aghast as the driver gets me to rest my hands on the roof of the car but don't object as he grasps the plug in my arse and pulls it out, leaving me feeling empty. I note with shocked amusement that whilst this place was quiet, there are clearly two or three security cameras trained on me. The embarrassment continues as Sir hands me a bottle of lube and insists that I make sure I am slippery as well as now being both very open and empty. Sir hands me a tight latex pencil skirt, which I slide up over my hips, then he hands me a slightly padded but deeply plunging push-up bra which I clip behind me. As I fasten it I realise that it is effectively a shelf, which exaggerates my breasts and proffers them, leaving my areolas and nipples free. Next I am handed a smooth and slightly silky leopard print top which is sleeveless and has a deep cowl neck which exposes both the creamy white swell of my breasts as well as the bite marks on my breasts and neck; my nipples, erect in the cool air, are clearly visible through the thin silk. Before I am allowed back in the car, Sir has the driver buckle a leather cuff around both ankles and both wrists, as well as a matching leather collar. Randomly, as I sit back in the seat, knowing only that I am on my way to a club called the Manor, I think to myself that at least wearing a latex skirt means I won't spot the car upholstery as my bottom is now wet with lube.