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Home alone, Susan receives instruction from Reverend Mike

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'Finally,' I thought as my parents pulled out of the driveway. I had just turned 18 and my parents were going to the cottage for the summer and, for the first time, I was allowed to stay home. I thought it would be a summer of freedom. Little did I know it would be a summer that would change my life forever. Going to my room I pulled my new pink bikini from the back of a drawer. 'They'd never let me wear this,' I said to myself as I I pulled the little thong up my legs. I liked the snug feel between my legs. The tiny top barely covered my breasts which had grown to 34C just over the last year. My parents seemed uncomfortable as my body developed and, truthfully, I had become quite self-absorbed with all the changes. Not surprisingly, since my father was a Minister, my parents kept me very sheltered. I always had to dress very modestly, wasn't allowed to date, and wasn't even allowed to go to school dances. They were so strict with because my older sister was, as my father said, a slut. Some girls are just bad girls, he said when he threw her out of the house after catching her having sex with her boyfriend. My parents let her dress however she wanted before that and she wore short skirts and sexy tops, high heels and makeup, things I was never allowed to wear. She said she just wanted to express herself. Now I wanted to express myself more. It all started about 6 months ago when they let me have a computer in my room. Out of curiosity late one night, and feeling very guilty, I saw my first internet porn. I was shocked. I knew all the technical details about sex but never really thought about it much. Sex would come after marriage. Wide eyed I clicked on image after image, horrified but unable to stop. Shamed, I pulled my nightie tightly closed but continued clicking After just a few minutes I felt a strange sensation between my legs and reaching down was confused by the moistness and, even more, the strange tingling and warmth spreading through me. My heart beating faster and my breath short the tingling increased the more I touched. 'Oh my god,' I thought, suddenly realizing I was masturbating. Startled at my transgression, masturbating is a sin, I quickly shut the computer off and went to bed. I couldn't sleep. The images I saw replayed in my head: women wantonly showing their bodies, men with their penises hard using the women. Oh, those penises. 'Cocks,' my inner voice said with a sneer. Guilt and shame coursed through me until I finally fell asleep. I awoke no less shamed. I looked at my computer and shuddered. I knew I should never do that again. I spent the day helping with housework and making dinner doing my best to forget the images lurking in my mind. Despite the underlying urge I was able to resist looking at internet porn for a few days though the computer seemed to beckon me every night. Finally, I was unable to resist. I knew in my heart it was wrong, but after my parents went to bed I turned the computer on. With trembling hands I began to search and in moments I was once again entranced. Naked bodies danced across my screen as my hand slipped between my legs, the tingling and warmth even stronger this time. I imagined myself exposing my body the way those women did, touching, feeling the penises, cocks, with my hands and, oh god, my mouth. I began to squirm on my chair as I slipped a finger inside myself and realized I was having an orgasm, my body almost out of control, waves of guilty pleasure coursing through my body. I never imagined such intense, physical joy. As my very first orgasm subsided I fell back against my chair, panting, guilt and shame now washing over me. I lied to myself, pretending I would never do it again. I knew, in my heart, I would never stop. Over the next few month I sat at the computer every night before bed, shamefully looking at porn, imagining all the things I ached do and masturbating, seeking orgasm like a drug. Now that my parents were gone I looked saw myself in the mirror, my body barely covered by my tiny bikini. Ruffling my shoulder length blond hair, I smiled, knowing I looked better than many of the women I saw doing internet porn. I wondered if a man's penis would get hard if he looked at me. My pussy tingled at the thought though the underlying shame remained. Stepping out the back door and walking to the pool I felt almost naked, exposed, even though the yard was fenced and private. The hot sun on my bare skin felt delicious as I laid on a lounger, relishing my new freedom. My mind wandered and I imagined being watched, letting a man see me in my bikini. The telltale tingles between my legs began. I have always been shy but in my mind I wanted to show off, to be desired. I wondered how other girls ever found the courage. I parted my knees and felt the hot sun between my legs, the tingles intensifying until I knew I had to masturbate. 'Do it here,' my inner voice urged but, despite being in such a private yard, I was too nervous. I went to my room and touched myself until I came. The next few days were much the same: lounging by the pool, masturbating, looking at internet porn, and more masturbating. I was getting better at masturbating and learned the longer I held off, the better my orgasms were. About a week after my parents left I was out lying by the pool, relishing the hot sun, fantasizing about showing off and doing my best to hold off before going to my room to masturbate when I was startled to hear the back gate open. 'Hello,' the man said, smiling, 'I'm from the Electric Company and I need to read your meter.' "Um, I don't know' I said getting to my feet, suddenly very self-conscious of my near naked body, wishing I could cover myself as his eyes ran up and down. I was shaking with nervousness. 'It'll be in the basement, if you could show me...' his voice trailed off, the smile still on his face. I felt overwhelmed, light-headed. 'Oh, ok,' I said, 'I guess so, um, this way.' Turning toward the door I wondered what this middle-aged man was thinking as he followed me into the kitchen. I knew from his smile he liked what he saw. 'Is his cock hard? Does he want to fuck me?' I wondered, ashamed of my thoughts, my knees weak. I stood beside him in the basement, my mind reeling with so many thoughts. I felt so vulnerable, a little scared, and shamefully aroused. Part of me wanted to run upstairs and hide, part of me wanted to reach out and touch him and part of me wanted him to grab me, take me, force me. He looked at the meter, jotting numbers on his clipboard, his eyes drifting back to me, my near naked body, my nipples hard and, though he couldn't know, my pussy moist and tingling. I was on the verge of orgasm. 'Well, that should do it he said,' smiling at me. 'Everything is ok?' I asked. ''Absolutely ok,' he grinned, his eyes again dropping to my breasts, 'more than ok.' I felt so degraded as he leered at me. 'Oh, ok,' I said, barely able to speak and turned toward the stairs. I thought I would lose my balance as he followed me up to the kitchen, I knew his eyes were staring at my barely covered ass. I knew he had a hard cock. I knew he wanted to fuck me. 'Do it,' my inner voice urged. I knew I could do all the things I'd seen on my computer. I knew he wanted to. 'Well, I guess that's it,' he said, pausing at the door. 'Um, yeah, I guess,' I said, my knees almost collapsing as our eyes met, his filled with lust. 'Th-thanks,' I said, barely above a whisper. 'No, thank you,' he grinned, his eyes running up and down my body one last time before he quickly slipped out the door. In a haze I stumbled to my room, collapsing on my bed, coming before I even got my hand between my legs, fingers deep in my wetness, my hips bucking on the bed, pinching and clutching my breasts. Writhing and groaning I cried out in shame and pleasure. It was so different than every other time, more powerful, more intense, and more shameful. It was all so wrong, letting a man see me so nearly undressed and then to find such pleasure from it. It was true I was embarrassed, even degraded and humiliated, but I couldn't deny the overwhelming arousal, the excitement. it was all so wrong. Why do I feel this way? 'Because you are a bad girl,' my inner voice said. Maybe I really am, I thought, ashamed, confused. I wanted to be good but, oh, how I loved how being bad made me feel. After a shower, still feeling a uncomfortable about the man from the Electric Company, I pulled on a robe and walked down the hall toward my room. Coming to my sister's room, I paused. Even though she had been gone for over a year my mother insisted her room remain untouched. 'Maybe one day she will see the light and return,' she said. Entering her room I felt like a burglar. After looking around for a few minutes I opened her closet, her clothes still hanging neatly on hangers. My mother cleaned and dusted her room every week and everything smelled and looked fresh. Going through her colorful clothing I could see why my parents were displeased. The closet was filled with cute, little summer dresses, short skirts and sexy tops and blouses, so different from the clothes I wore. Since my sister and I were the same size I knew her clothes would fit so I began trying things on. Slipping a light blue summer dress on, I turned to look in the mirror. I was surprised how it made me look and feel. Tight around my tummy and short and loose it accentuated my hips and the halter top left little to the imagination, low cut and showing lots of cleavage. It was designed to be worn braless and the thin fabric did little to hide my nipples. I didn't think I'd ever be brave enough to wear it in public but it was exciting to imagine. Back in her closet I found at least a dozen pairs of shoes, mostly high heels, lined neatly on the floor. Choosing a pair sandals with 3 inch heels I sat on the bed and slipped them on my feet. I felt so tall and unsteady when I stood up but my reflection in the mirror shocked me. I'd never looked so sexy and grown up. Feeling so pretty and sexy I walked around the house for a while, trying to get used to the heels. I loved the way they made me feel and the way each step jiggled my breasts. The idea of being out in public dressed like this excited me probably, in part, because I was naked under the dress, no bra, no panties. My heart began to beat harder as I imagined showing off dressed like this. Grabbing my cell phone I went to to the full length mirror in the front hall and took a few selfies, posing, turning this way and that, acting as if I was being watched. I could feel the warmth and moisture between my legs and, as I became more aroused, my nipples showed throught the fabric even more. I began to do a slow sensual dance, watching myself in the mirror, running my hands over my body. Like a stripper, I slowly slipped the straps off my shoulders, now dancing topless, almost breathless. 'Oh, you dirty girl,' my inner voice sneered as I pushed the dress over my hips and to the floor, standing naked, in heels, before the mirror, still taking pictures. I looked, and felt, like the girls I saw on the internet. The only difference was my blond pubic hair. The girls on the internet were mostly bare. Still naked, I hurried as much as could in heels into the kitchen. My hands were trembling as I took the scissors from the drawer. As if in a trance I began to snip away my pubic hair until it was virtually all gone. Back in the hall my heart jumped as I looked at my reflection. 'I look like a porn girl,' I said to myself, my hands stroking my bare skin, my breasts, my wet, warm pussy. Leaning back against the wall, still in front of the mirror, I masturbated with one hand and took pictures with the other. I pretended I was masturbating for the Electric Company man, fingering myself, pinching my nipples, harder now, imagining him taking out his cock. 'Oh, god,' I said hoarsely as I watched myself come, my knees weak, unsteady on my heels, finally sliding down the wall to sit, legs wide as orgasmic waves rippled through my body. 'I'm so bad but it feels so good,' I said to myself as I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath. Despite the overwhelming physical pleasure I couldn't shake the guilt and shame. I knew what I was doing was wrong. It was a sin. Over the next couple of days I was a swirl of emotion as I continued to try on different outfits from my sister's closet, dancing before the mirror, stripping, masturbating, degrading myself. I wanted to go out dressed like my sister, 'like a slut,' my inner voice said. One afternoon, I pulled on a short denim skirt and a low cut halter top. In heels, I looked at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath an opened the front door. Stepping onto the porch I felt nervous and excited, my knees weak as I walked to the street, hoping my neighbors wouldn't see me. 'Just around the block,' I told myself. I could feel the breeze beneath my short skirt and my breasts seemed to jiggle and move more than when I was in the house. I guess I was walking faster. Even though it is a quiet, residential area I felt on display as the occassional car drove by as I stared at the sidewalk in front of me. I noticed a car coming toward me, slowing as it approached. Looking up, I saw the old man staring, smiling. My pussy tingled. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck me. Head down in shame I walked on, anxious now to get back home. Having walked most of the way around the block I turned onto my street and heard a car approaching from behind. I could tell it was slowing until it pulled up beside. 'Hey baby!' a voice called out. I looked up to see four young guys in the car, laughing and smiling. 'Fucking hot!' one said. 'Wanna fuck?' another laughed. I couldn't look at them. 'Show us your tits!' another voice called out. Humiliated, I stumbled slightly as they laughed. A car horn blared behind us and my audience sped off, still laughing. I felt like a piece of meat. Almost crying, I stumbled into my house, vowing to never do that again. I was out of control but, I shamefully realised, I was on the verge of orgasm. 'How could this be?' I wondered. Such shame, such arousal. I sat on the floor as masturbated. Waking up the next morning, Sunday, I decided I had to mend my ways, become the good girl I was meant to be. The first step would be going the church. I dressed appropriately, a conservative skirt and blouse, flat shoes, and pulled my hair back. I drove my mother's car to the church where my father was a Minister. Walking from the parking lot I met one of the other Ministers, Reverend Mike, a friend of my father's. He was a stern man, tall, with dark hair, maybe fifty. Though he was well respectyed he always made me feel a little nervous with his piercing blue eyes. 'Good morning, Susan,' he said, 'nice to see you here today.' 'Good morning, Mike,' I said. It was a casual greeting but all the Ministers at the church preferred the use of first names. 'How are you making out at home with your parents away?' 'Oh, um,' I hesitated, sure I was beginning to blush, 'fine, just fine.' I lied. 'Good, that's good,' he replied. 'Would you be able to help us serve tea after the service today?' 'Of course,' I said. It was something I'd often done and was happy to have something to do away from the temptations at home. After the service I rushed up to the meeting room, threw my purse in a corner and helped set up the tea for the folks that stayed after the church service. I was beginning to feel good about myself. Maybe I was going to be ok. Maybe I wasn't really a bad girl. Maybe I just lost my way. Back at home, I wanted to go for a swim, it was a hot day. 'But no bikini,' I said to myself and changed into a more respectable dark blue one-piece suit. Glancing in the mirror I couldn't help but notice how much my body had matured in the last year, wider hips and certainly larger breasts. 'At least my future husband, whoever he may be, will be pleased,' I thought as I headed toward the back door. As I passed the front hall, the doorbell rang. I knew I shouldn't answer the door in just my bathing suit so I wrapped my towel around my body and answered the door, half hiding behind the door as I opened it. I was quite surprised to see Reverend Mike, his face stern. 'Hello, Mike, is everything ok?' 'Well,' he answered somewhat sharply, 'maybe it would be best if I came in.' 'Um, ok,' I answered, opening the door and pulling my towel tighter. 'Sorry, I was just about to go to the pool.' 'So I see,' he said, the door closing behind him. 'Is everything ok?' I asked, unsure why he was here. 'You left your phone at the church,' he said, holding my phone up in his hand. 'Oh, thank you,' I said, relieved nothing was wrong, 'thank you. It must have fallen out of purse. 'Yes, I suppose it did,' her said curtly as he handed it to me. His ice blue eyes made me cringe a bit. 'Well, thank you again,' I said. I paused for a moment and asked, 'but how did you know it was mine?' 'I looked at your pictures,' he said evenly. Time seemed to stop. My mouth went dry, my heart jumped and I felt queasy. Everything was heavy and quiet. The most intense shame and humiliation I'd ever felt coursed through my body. My knees weakened and I stared at the floor. 'I-I c-can explain,' I stammered. 'No need,' he snapped, 'you are an evil young woman. You are a sinner. You should be ashamed, terribly ashamed. You can leave the explanations for your parents after I tell them what kind of girl you really are.' 'N-no, please,' I begged. 'I know I was wrong. I have changed. I'll never do anything like that again. Pl-please.' 'I don't believe you!' he snapped. 'The clothes you wear, flaunting yourself in public like a wanton whore.' 'N-no, really, I never went out like that,' I started to sob, my world collapsing. 'Never?' he asked harshly. 'Well, once I-I g-guess...' my voice trailed off. 'So you're a liar too,' he snapped again, 'just like your sister!' 'No... please...' I cried, 'please don't tell, I'll do anything. How can I prove it to you?' 'You have sinned, many times.' 'I know, I'm sorry,' I whispered. 'How often?' 'Wh-what,' I asked, unsure of the question. 'How often have you touched yourself in that terrible way?' 'I d-don't know,' I answered, shocked, embarrassed, humiliated. 'You don't know?!' 'No, I-I don't know.... lots I guess.' 'Such a shameful little tramp you are,' he said. 'I know, I'm sorry... I am ashamed.' 'There's nothing to be done, no redemption.' 'No please, I can be better, really,' I begged. 'Does it arouse you to dress in such a shameful way?' 'Um, well...' 'Does it?!' he said raising his voice. 'Yes, I'm sorry, yes... I know it shouldn't...' 'You have the evil in you. Dressing like that should make you feel shameful, not aroused.' 'I know... I can't help it.' I began to sob again. 'You're a woman now, you're weak. You need therapy. You want to show off that body don't you?' 'N-no.. yes... I-I don't know.' 'That's what arouses you, isn't it?' "I-I guess...' I felt so small and weak. He sat on the small chair in the hall and said, 'give me your towel.' 'B-but...' 'Do you want me to help you become a good girl again?' 'Well, y-yes...' 'Then you must trust me, give me your towel.' 'O-ok,' I whispered looking at the floor. I removed my towel, handed it to him, and clumsily tried to cover myself with my hands.' 'Arms at your side, stand here in front of me.' I did as I was told and stood, quivering, as he calmly looked me over. 'Now I have a few questions,' he said. 'First of all, what do think is the biggest change you've seen in your body now that you're maturing?' 'Um, I g-guess my breasts have gotten bigger.' 'Well, they are quite large for a girl you're size.' He nonchalantly looked at my chest. 'Are you a virgin?' 'Yes, oh, yes,' I said hopefully. 'Good, maybe we're not too late. Have you ever touched a man?' 'No, honest, no, never.' 'But you wanted to?' 'Um, well...' 'You must always tell the truth!' 'Yes... I wanted to.' I sniffled, trying not to cry. 'Tell me about it, tell me everything.' I told him everything, about the man from the Electric Company, the boys in the car, about watching internet porn. I felt ashamed but relieved. I knew I was bad and maybe he would help me be good again. 'And these things aroused you?' 'Y-yes...' 'Tell me what happens when you're aroused.' 'What do you mean?' 'What happens, how do you feel? What happens there?' He said, pointing directly between my legs. Shocked, I said, 'I d-don't know... it gets wet I guess.' 'What gets wet?' I felt so humiliated. 'My v-vagina.' 'Wrong!' he snapped. 'Good girls have vaginas. Bad girls, like you, have cunts!' 'Ok.. ok... I'm sorry...' I cowered. 'So what gets wet?' 'My c-cunt...' I was so ashamed. I'd never even said 'cunt' before. 'Right, what else?' 'I d-don't know.' 'What happens to those?' he asked, pointing at my breasts. 'What happens to my br-breasts?' 'Tits! They're tits! Good girls have breasts, bad girls have tits!' 'Ok, I'm sorry... tits..' 'And what happens?' 'Um, well, my nipples get kinda stiff,' I fought to hold back the tears. 'Do you play with these when you masturbate?' 'Yes... I do...' 'So, when you're aroused, horny, what do you play with?' 'My t-tits and c-cunt...' 'Right, so clearly, your tits and your cunt are the problem.' 'Y-yes... I s-suppose...' 'Are you horny now?' 'No.. really, no...' I looked at him with pleading eyes. 'Your nipples look pretty stiff,' he said, pointing. Suddenly I realised I was aroused, horny. My pussy, my cunt, was wet. I was shocked. I was so confused. My head was spinning. 'You want to masturbate, don't you?' 'No, yes.. I don't know,' I sobbed. 'Tell me the truth!' he snapped, 'is your cunt wet?' 'Y-yes...' I was shaking, trying to catch my breath. 'You're disgusting. This is going to take a lot of work. From now on you will not masturbate without my permission, do you understand?' 'Yes, yes... I understand.' 'Tomorrow, we will take the next step in your therapy. I will come over in the afternoon and we're going for a drive. You will be dressed as the wanton whore you are. Wear exactly what you wore when you went out and let people see you. Do you understand?' 'Yes.. but...' 'No buts! Do you understand?' 'Yes.' 'We are going to have to get these urges out of your system. It won't be easy but I'm willing to work with you to make you good again.' 'Th-thank you...' I sniffled,' I want to be good.' 'But you've been bad haven't you Susan?' 'Y-yes... I've been bad.' 'Right. And bad girls get punished, don't they?' 'Y-yes... I gu-guess.' 'Right,' he said, grasping my wrist. 'Lie across my lap.' 'What?' I asked, shocked as he pulled me toward him. 'Now!' he ordered, and I did as I was told, lying across his lap. I cried out as his large hand slapped my ass. Slowly, methodically, he spanked me. I squirmed, crying, but he continued. Again and again he smacked me until I was sobbing and shaking on his lap. Soon his slaps were replaced by a soft stroking of my burning ass. 'Now, now,' he said, 'you'll be ok.' I continued to shudder, stifling my sobs. 'You know you deserved that, right?' 'Y-yes...' 'So maybe we made some progress,' he said pushing me to my feet. He stood up and said, 'remember what I said about tomorrow, what you need to wear.' 'Ok..' I said and suddenly he was gone. I went to my room and curled up, crying on my bed. My whole world seemed to be spinning, I was confused, scared and, I couldn't believe, horny. 'I want to be good, I want to be good,' I said to myself, over and over. I spent the rest of the day in a haze, wandering aimlessly through the house, eventually going to bed for a fitful night's sleep. I did not masturbate. ===

I awoke with a sense of dread as I replayed yesterday's events with Reverend Mike and I wondered what was in store for me today. I had to trust that Mike could help me become a good girl again. I didn't want to be bad but, as he said, I was weak and couldn't control my urges. As he instructed, I pulled on my short denim skirt and slipped into my skimpy white halter top. Still unsteady in my high heels I walked into the hall and looked in the mirror. Mike was right, I did look like a wanton whore. I was ashamed at my arousal. Why did dressing like this make me excited? 'Because you are a bad girl,' my inner voice said. But I want to be good. I was scared of Reverend Mike but I had to trust him. He was a Minister afterall, he knew what was right. Still, had been sort of mean to me, calling me names and, of course, spanking me. 'Bad girls need to be punished,' he said. I guess he was right. Nervously, I opened ther door when I heard the doorbell. Reverend Mike looked at me with an undisguised look of disgust. 'Really quite shameful,' he said, his cold blue eyes running up and down my body. 'I know...' I replied, embarrassed, feeling small. 'Going out like this made you horny?' he asked. 'Y-yes...' 'Are you horny now?' 'Well, I don't know..' I paused, shamed at the warm moistness between my legs. 'You don't know?,' he snapped, 'is your cunt wet?' 'I gu-guess.. yes...' 'Being dressed like that should not make you horny, it should make you ashamed.' 'I am ashamed,' I looked at the floor. 'And horny?' 'Yes,' I whispered. 'We're going to have to get these terrible urges out of your system. We'll work on it together, step by step, until being dressed like that only brings you shame. Do you understand?' 'Yes, I understand,' I said though I didn't really understand. 'Letting men see you, strange men, is what makes you horny, correct?' 'I gu-guess so.. yes,' I said. 'And makes you want to play with your cunt?' 'Y-yes...' I whispered, humiliated. 'Disgusting,' he said. 'As I said, we have to work those urges out of your system. We will go on some excursions, you will follow my directions. You want to be looked at by strange men, you want to show off that body of yours, then that's what we'll do. Go get your purse, make sure you bring your cell phone, and we'll get started.' With no idea what was to happen, I followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat beside him. Neither one of us spoke as we drove. Eventually, we arrived at a large mall and parked in the lot. Turning to me he said, 'give me your phone,' and I handed it to him. He attached a wireless, blue tooth ear piece to it and showed me how it worked. 'We'll leave the line open with the phone in your purse. That way I'll be able to give you instructions, you'll do what I say, and I'll be able to hear everything you say. Do you understand?' 'I think so but what are we going to do?' 'We're going to show off that body of yours,' he laughed. 'That's what you want, isn't it?' 'Yes.. no, I don't know...' I answered, unsure. 'We're going to go in the mall, I'll be behind you, listen for my instructions.' My pussy, my cunt, tingled as it became clear. I was about to be in public, dressed in a short skirt, halter and heels. I felt like there was nothing I could do and, as much as I dreaded it, the shame, I was suddenly terribly aroused. 'Get out, start walking toward the mall,' he ordered. I took a deep breath and got out of the car feeling light headed and weak. The slight breeze whirled up my skirt, my tits jiggled as I struggled to walk steady in my heels. I was startled by Reverend Mike's voice in my ear. 'You look like a slut,' he said. I knew he was right. As I entered the mall I felt naked and on stage. I could feel people looking at me, men looking at me with lust. I hated it. I loved it. My mind was spinning with confusion and shame. Waiting for instructions, I walked, staring at the floor in front of me. 'Go into the bookstore,' Mike's voice instructed. I knew he was nearby, but I couldn't see him. Unsure what to do next, I slowly walked through the book store, vaguely aware of the few other shoppers, until he spoke again. 'Slowly bend over and look at the books on the bottom shelf,' he said, 'and keep your legs straight.' As I did as I was told, I felt the hem of my skirt slide up exposing my panties. 'Good,' he said, 'the guy behind you can see right up your skirt!' Shocked, I straightened up and turned to see a guy, maybe 30 years old, about 10 feet away, pretending to look at a book while watching me out of the corner of his eye. 'Bend over!' Mike barked, 'show him your ass!' Quivering, knees weak, I bent over. I had to put my hand on the shelf to stay steady. 'Oh, I bet he wants to fuck you,' Mike said. I could hear the disgust in his voice. 'Is your cunt wet?' he asked. 'Y-yes...' I whispered, my voice quavered. 'Slut,' Mike said, 'stand up now.' Thankful I could stop exposing myself, I straightened up. I felt like I could cry. 'Now let's show him your tits,' the voice in my ear said. 'Wh-what?' I asked, shocked. 'Turn toward him, bend over.' Slowly I leaned forward, pretending to look at the books. My top fell forward almost completely baring my tits and I knew, I could feel, him watching. My heart was pounding, my breath short as I struggled to maintain my balance. 'Such a dirty girl,' Mike said in my ear. He was right. 'Let's go for a walk,' he said, 'maybe get a drink. Start walking to the food court.' I straightened back up, the man still staring at me with a giant grin which made me cringe, and left the store. As I walked I was in a haze, so self-conscious of my body, my short skirt barely covering my ass, my tits jiggling with each step. 'Every guy is checking you out,' Mike said, 'all thinking how they want to fuck you. I bet your cunt is even wetter now isn't it?' 'Y-yes...' I said, ashamed, but it was true. I didn't want to be horny like this but my body betrayed me. I felt even worse when I looked up and a woman, about my mother's age, looked at me with such disdain as our eyes met. Once I was in the food court Mike instructed me to get a coffee and take a seat on the aisle. It felt good to sit down and rest, catch my breath. I crossed my legs and tried to relax. I was calming down a bit though my hand still shook a bit as I sipped my coffee. 'See that guy a couple of tables up the aisle, in the green shirt?' Mike asked. 'Yes,' I said, glancing to see him, a bit scruffy, mid-twenties, looking my way. He was checking me out. 'From where he is sitting he can see right under your table. Turn toward him, let's give a show.' My heart sunk as the situation became clear. I knew what was coming as I shifted in my seat. 'Right, now uncross your legs.' Doing as I was told, I uncrossed my legs, keeping my knees tight together. The hem of my skirt was right at the top of my thighs. 'Let's show him your cute, little panties,' he said, 'open your knees.' Reluctantly, I let my knees slightly part as I looked past the scruffy man. 'A bit more,' Mike said. Sighing with resignation, I opened my knees wider. 'You dirty girl,' Mike said, 'what do you think he'd like to do to you?' Whispering, I said, 'f-fuck me.' 'Right, he's looking at you and he wants to fuck you. It makes you wet, doesn't it?' 'Yes,' I whispered. I could still feel his eyes right between my legs. Reverend Mike didn't say anything for a few minutes and I just sat there, quivering, on display as the scruffy man looked up my skirt. Despite my shame I wondered if looking at me made his cock hard. Finally, Mike spoke. 'Let's go back to the car,' he said. I stood up and began walking through the mall, thankful my ordeal was almost over. Guys were still checking me out but I just stayed focused on getting back to the car. Mike was already in the driver's seat when I got in. Suddenly all my emotions came to the surface. I began to softly cry. 'You're ashamed aren't?' 'Y-yes,' I sniffled. 'And you should be. No good girl would walk through a mall dressed like that, would they?' "N-no...' 'But you did, didn't you?' 'Yes...' I whispered. 'And what does that mean?' he asked as we pulled put of the parking lot. 'It means I'm a bad g-girl,' I sobbed. 'That's right, you're a bad girl, especially because you want to masturbate now, don't you?' 'Y-yes... I'm s-sorry...' I said quietly. 'I can tell by looking at your tits, your nipples are sticking out. Slut,' he said. We drove the rest of the way to my house in silence. I stared out the window wondering why I felt the way I did. I knew it was wrong to feel this way but, despite the shame and humiliation, my cunt was on fire, aching for attention. Mike followed me into the house when we got home and sat on the small chair in the hall. I stood before him as he spoke. 'I can tell, just by looking at your tits, your filthy little body wants an orgasm, doesn't it?' Tears welling in my eyes, I nodded my head. 'Should I allow you to have an orgasm?' I didn't know what to say. 'I said, should I allow you to come?' he snapped. 'I-I don't know... I h-hope so...' I said, ashamed. 'Well, at the moment your cunt is controlling your mind. We need to get you to a point where your mind controls your cunt, don't you agree?' 'Y-yes... I gu-guess...' I sniffled. 'It is a step by step process. Ask me politely for an orgasm.' 'M-may I please have an or-orgasm?' I couldn't believe I was asking a Minister for permission to come. 'Take off your panties,' he said evenly. 'R-right here?' I asked, after a pause. 'Well, it's up to you. If you want to have an orgasm you'll take your panties off. Are you that horny? Is your cunt begging to come?' 'Yes...' I said. 'Well, either you take your panties off, right now, and you can have an orgasm or, leave them on and I'll leave. But,' he said, 'if you masturbate after I leave, I'll know. You can't lie to me. If you masturbate without permission, I will show your parents the pictures on your phone. I guess I never told you I sent those pictures to my phone,' he laughed. 'N-no...' I said softly. 'So what's it going to be? Are you strong enough, good enough, to control your cunt or are you weak, controlled by your cunt? Do you need to come, slut? Do you need it?' My head was spinning. 'Y-yes... I need it...' 'You're disgusting,' he said, 'take your panties off then.' Ashamed, I put my hands beneath my skirt and wriggled out of my panties. Was he really going to make me masturbate in front of him? Disgusted with myself, I didn't care, I just needed to come. 'Move your feet apart,' he said. I did as he said. 'You know that masturbating is a sin, correct?' I nodded my head and he continued, 'and you don't want to be a sinner do you?' I shook my head, sniffling. 'Then, because I care, I'll do it for you.' My eyes went wide as he leaned forward and moved his hand toward me. I whimpered as his finger touched my cunt. 'That's disgusting, so wet,' he said running his finger up my slit. 'Look me in the eye and say thank you,' he said. Our eyes met and I was transfixed by his icy blue eyes. I moaned as his finger slipped inside. Pushing my hips forward, my cunt urging him deeper, I began to quiver and shake. 'Come on, let's get this over with,' he said and jammed his finger deep, pushing hard against my clit with his thumb. My hips started bucking and I cried out, grinding against his hand. He almost lifted me off my feet with his strength as I lost control of my body and emotions, impaled and writhing I cried as orgasm enveloped my body. 'That's right,' he said driving his finger into me, 'get that evil out.' Finally, my legs gave out and, with his hand still between my legs and another on my shoulder he guided me to my knees. Still quivering, I looked up at him. 'Th-thank you,' I whispered. 'You're welcome, Susan,' he said, with an understanding voice. 'Today was the first step on your road back to being a good girl. Now that you're on your knees, you need to pray. Pray that you will find strength and become a good girl.' 'Yes, Reverend,' I said quietly, and closed my eyes and prayed. After a minute or two he spoke again. 'But you were bad again today, weren't you Susan?' 'Y-yes, I was...' I said softly, looking up at him. 'And what does that mean?' 'I need to be p-punished,' I whispered, looking at the floor. 'That's right,' he said, 'come on, over my knee.' I reluctantly stretched myself over his lap and he lifted my skirt to my waist. The first slap startled me and each one after hurt more and more until I was sobbing, wiggling on his lap. When he stopped he stroked my burning ass softly and I felt warm and comfortable, as if I had atoned for my sins. He shifted slightly in the chair and, shocked, I became aware of his hard cock pressing into me. His hand reached between my legs and a finger slipped inside my cunt. 'You're still wet, Susan,' he said. 'I'm s-sorry...' I quietly replied. 'Stand up,' he said, helping me to my feet. 'We are done for today. You have much to learn. Do you want to learn to be a good girl?' Wiping a tear from my cheek, I nodded my head. 'Good, I'll be back tomorrow,' he said rising to his feet. 'No playing with your cunt, ok?' 'Y-yes, I promise,' I said. 'Good,' he replied, opening the door. 'I'll be here at one o'clock. Be dressed and ready to go.' 'Ok, I will be,' I said and then asked, 'what should I wear?' 'You're still a bad girl so dress like a bad girl. Do not disappoint me,' he said, closing the door behind him. ===

'Don't disappoint me,' Reverend Mike said when I asked him what I should wear. I wasn't sure what that meant but I figured he was going to make me expose myself again so I chose something I hoped would please him. I was both nervous and excited as I looked my reflection in the mirror. My light blue summer dress was at least as short as my denim skirt, maybe shorter, and the halter top just barely covered my nipples which, I'm sure Mike would notice, were getting stiff with anticipation. The elastic waistband was snug, accentuating my thin waist. The black high heels were an inch higher than the ones I wore yesterday and a little more difficult to walk in but they made my legs look good. I wondered how this was supposed to make me a good girl again. I didn't understand but had to trust Reverend Mike. He said it would be a process. I was disappointed it aroused me when I knew I should feel nothing but shame. I felt both. Yesterday, the things he made me do were humiliating and degrading but turned me on so much. It didn't make sense. I guess, like Mike said, it was because I was just a weak young woman. I practised walking in my heels while I waited for Mike to arrive. Wondering what he would make me do, maybe go back to the mall, I remembered exposing myself in the bookstore and the food court. My cunt moistened and tingled. The doorbell rang and my heart jumped. Mike stepped into the hall when I opened the door and he looked me over, nodding his head. 'Well, don't you look like a slut?' he said, his cold eyes making me tremble. 'I think we can do a little better,' he said and pulled the waistband of my dress higher, shortening it. 'There,' he smiled, 'barely covering this tight ass.' His hand slipped beneath my skirt and squeezed. 'Now, let's fix this,' he said as he loosened the halter top strap at the back of my neck. 'Your tits are much freer this way,' he smiled as he adjusted the fabric covering my nipples. I felt like a mannequin. 'Let's go,' he said and I followed him to the car. With no support at all because of the loosened halter, my tits bounced and jiggled, almost popping out of my top. My dress rode right up when I got in the car so just my panties were between my skin and the hot leather seat. Without a word Mike reached over and slipped his hand between my legs. 'Already wet,' he said with disgust. 'I'm sorry,' I said softly, ashamed. 'You should be,' he growled, 'but don't worry, we'll work these urges out of you. Maybe one day you'll learn to control your cunt.' We pulled out of the driveway and began to drive and, as we pulled onto the freeway, I knew we weren't going to the mall. I wondered if it was ever possible I could learn to control my cunt. I didn't want to get excited like this, I knew it was wrong. Dressing like this, exposing myself, should only make me feel shame, not arousal. Why did I want men to look at me? In my mind, in my heart, I hated it, the way they looked at me with such lust but my body, my cunt, responded with excitement. I don't know if I'll ever become a good girl again, I feared. We pulled off the freeway onto the downtown streets. I don't like the hustle and bustle of downtown and seldom come here. I looked out the window at the people, the traffic and tall buildings. It all made me feel small. Mike found a parking spot on a side street and parked the car. 'Here we go,' I thought, starting to tremble with dread and excitement. 'Put your blue tooth ear piece on and turn on your phone,' he instructed and then said, 'you're about to walk busy city streets dressed like that and look at your nipples, hard and stiff. Disgusting... such a slut. Get out and walk up to the corner and listen for my instructions.' 'Yes, Reverend,' I said and slowly exited the car. Even though I knew Mike was following me, I felt alone, exposed and vulnerable. My heels clicked on the pavement as I walked toward the main street. I could see it was crowded, people and cars jamming the street. I felt naked. It was windy, the breeze gusting around the tall buildings, and a rush of air lifted my dress. I reached behind to hold it down. 'No one told you to do that,' Mike barked in my ear, 'if your dress lifts up, let it be. Your ass is for others to enjoy.' 'Ok, I'm sorry...' I said and continued walking. Another gust lifted my dress. I just kept walking. 'Turn right at the corner,' Mike said as I approached the street. I entered the main street, became part of the crowd. Because of my unsteady gait, my tits bounced and every guy that passed stared, first at my tits, then my face. I was too ashamed to look them in the eye. Guys in cars were checking me out too while the women looked at me and shook their heads. 'Having fun?' Mike asked, mockingly. 'N-no...' I answered. 'But I bet your cunt is wet, right?' I sighed. 'Y-yes...' I was so ashamed. 'Slut,' Mike said evenly, 'think of all the cocks you're making hard. These guys want to fuck you.' I had nothing to say. I knew it was true. I hated it. I loved it. Maybe I really am, deep down, a slut. Maybe that is what I am meant to be. Why else would my body react this way? I didn't want it to be true but... 'Go into the bus station,' Mike said, interupting my thoughts. Pushing through the revolving door I entered the large, dingy waiting room. People bustled about and Mike directed me to a small souvenir shop. It was empty except for the owner. 'Can I help you?' the owner asked, grinning, his eyes all over me. He was middle-aged and had a Middle Eastern accent. 'Just say you're browsing,' Mike ordered. 'Just browsing,' I mumbled as I pretended to look at the cheap trinkets. 'Show him your ass, just like the bookstore,' Mike said. With resignation I turned my back to the shopkeeper bent over, my dress riding up over my panties. 'Ha!' Mike laughed, 'you should see the look on his face!' I cringed, almost losing my balance. 'Turn around now, show him your tits,' Mike urged. I knew that was coming. I turned around without looking at him and bent over, my tits on display. 'Maybe I show you something?' the shopkeeper said as he came out from behind the counter. I straightened up and said, 'Um, j-just browsing.' I felt very flustered. 'Maybe you like jewellry,' he said, reaching to a shelf, 'like this nice pin.' He held a small American Flag pin in his thick hand. 'It look nice on your pretty blue dress, here let me...' he stepped closer and I took a step back. 'Let him put the pin on!' Mike barked. I shuddered and said, 'Ok.' The shopkeeper leered and stepped forward, his eyes fixed on my tits. Pulling at the fabric just above my nipple he slipped the pin through with one hand and nonchalantly, lightly grasped my tit with the other. Instinctively, I pulled back but the smile never left his face. I was quivering, my heart pounding. 'It look nice and good,' he grinned, staring at my chest. 'You KNOW his cock is hard!' Mike laughed in my ear. My cunt tingled and clenched. 'Tell him you'd like to buy it and have him put it in a bag,' Mike said. 'Ok, I'll buy it,' I said, 'can you put it in a bag for me?' 'Sure, sure, of course,' he smiled and reached to remove the pin from my dress. 'Little stuck,' he said as he fiddled with the clasp, his hand on my tit. I knew he was lying. He just wanted to fondle me. Flustered, I didn't know what to do without Mike's instructions. The shopkeeper stroked me, his fingers brushed my stiff nipple, and I felt like I was on the verge of coming, pressing my thighs tightly together. 'Here,' he said with one last squeeze and lifted the pin. His eyes glinted with lust. Wobbly on my heels I stood at the counter and paid him for the pin. 'Paying him to feel me up,' I thought with shame. I felt used and cheap. 'You come any time!' he smiled. Shocked, I thought he meant orgasm when he said 'come' until I realised it was just his broken English. 'True though,' I thought, 'come any time... I need to come now.' Hoping it was time to go home where I could have an orgasm, I left the shop. I was so horny I was light headed. I barely noticed the leers I got as I walked away from the shop, disappointed when Mike spoke. 'Over to the right, to the stairs,' he said. I turned toward the staircase leading down under the sign that said 'Subway.' Holding the hand rail for balance, I descended the stairs. 'We're going on a little train ride,' Mike said, 'pay your fare and go to the southbound platform.' It was almost rush hour, the place was packed with people leaving work downtown, most headed for the suburbs. I stood on the crowded platform feeling so out of place. Men and women, all dressed in business attire and me, dressed like a slut. I heard the roar of the train as it entered the station and a rush of air lifted my dress. I wondered who was behind me, if they saw. 'Get on the train,' Mike said as the doors opened and I moved with the crush of people. Everyone jostled and pushed. We were packed in like sardines. I ended up face to face with an older man dressed in a business suit, our bodies just an inch apart, his eyes peering down my top. I was too short to reach the overhead bar and as the train lurched forward I struggled to maintain my balance, my body pressing against the business man. I felt other people all around me, moving with the rhythm of the train. Though the business man seemed to ignore me he inched forward, pressing himself against me, my tits against his chest. I knew he was doing it on purpose but there was nowhere to go. Our bodies pushed together. I was so focused on the man in front of me and, with the rocking of the train and jostling of people, it took me a moment to realise the pressure I felt behind me was a hand on my ass. Just lightly touching at first, the hand pressed harder, stroking my ass. Instinctively I tried to move away but I just pressed tighter against the man in front of me. The hand slipped beneath my dress. My head was spinning. I was being groped from behind by one guy and and another was pressing his body against me from the front. The train rocked and shook, my body swaying as we raced through the tunnel. I had nowhere to go. The hand up my skirt freely fondled my ass and the man in front pressed closer. Suddenly it occured to me they probably both had hard cocks. My cunt clenched harder. Here I was, being assaulted by two strangers, and my body ached for more. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' I struggled to understand. As the train pulled into the station Mike said, 'get off the train.' I pushed through the crowd as the doors opened and stepped onto the platform, my heart pounding in my chest, almost gasping for breath. 'We'll take the train back on the other side,' Mike said and I crossed to the other platform. I was relieved, maybe disappointed, the train was less crowded. I still struggled to grasp what had just happened. I stood in the doorway as the train left the station, trying to calm down, but was still flustered when I got off the train at the next station. 'Back to the car,' Mike said and I walked up the stairs, through the bus station, and back into the street. Guys were still checking me out as I hurried along the sidewalk but I didn't care. I couldn't feel any more degraded and humiliated and, I was ashamed to admit, horny. 'At least I'll get to come soon,' I thought as I turned toward the car. Mike, already in the car as I approached, looked at me with his cold, blue eyes when I got in. 'You seem upset,' he said. 'No, yes.. I don't know,' I stammered trying to keep my composure. 'Aw, poor little slut, didn't have a good time this afternoon? Did you like the train ride? Did someone touch you?' 'H-how did you know?' I asked, surprised. 'Because, dressed like that, it is what you should expect,' he laughed. 'I bet you liked it.' 'N-no... I didn't,' I lied. 'Well, let's see,' he said putting his hand between my legs. 'Geez, your panties are soaked. You're disgusting.' 'I'm s-sorry..' I whispered. 'And look at your tits, nipples like rocks.' 'I kn-know... I c-can't help it.' 'Disgusting,' he said, putting the car in drive and pulling into the street. Neither one of spoke on the drive home. I replayed everything in my head, walking in the street, the shopkeeper fondling me, being groped in the subway. I was ashamed at my physical reaction. My body ached for relief. Mike said I was disgusting and he was right. What was happening to me? Anxious to get inside, I got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop in my driveway. 'Susan!' Mike snapped before I closed the door. I turned to look at him. 'You left a wet spot on the seat!' Humiliated, I looked at the dark, moist spot on the leather. 'Go inside,' he grumbled, 'like a dog in heat...' I hung my head as I walked to the door. Mike followed me inside and sat on the small chair in the hall. I stood before him, hopeful, my cunt tingling. 'You really are quite disgusting,' he said. 'I-I know...' I said, staring at the floor. 'Just look at you, flaunting your body, letting strangers touch you-' 'I didn't let him,' I protested. 'You didn't stop him, did you?' 'N-no... I guess not...' He was right. 'And now you want to come, don't you?' 'Y-yes,' I looked at him with a mixture of hope and shame. 'Ok, slut, let's do this then. Take your panties off.' Without hesitation this time I pulled my panties down, my heart racing. 'Ask nicely,' Mike said. 'Pl-lease can I have an orgasm?' I almost begged. 'Come here then,' he said. I stepped forward, opened my thighs and his hand reached between my legs. The first touch of his finger sent a shockwave through my pelvis. I moaned softly as his finger slipped into my cunt. 'Ohhh... God...' I groaned. 'God!' he snapped, pushing me back. 'How dare you?' 'I'm, I'm s-sorry... I j-just...' I whimpered. 'You evil little slut,' he growled, 'you still have the devil in you. Come here!' He grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his lap. His big, thick hand crashed against my ass. I cried out. He hit me again. And again. Each slap was punctuated with 'Evil! Slut!' In rapid succession he slapped me over and over as I bounced on his lap, crying out each time. I got no soft strokes when he finished spanking me this time. He just pushed me onto the floor. I curled up, crying, pulling my dress down, and looked up at him standing over me. 'You don't deserve an orgasm,' he snarled. 'You're a bad girl, an evil girl. I don't think I can make you better.' 'No, please,' I begged, rising to my knees. 'I can be good, really! Plea-ease...' 'I might think about it, but I don't know...' he said, his hand on the door. 'I'll do what you say... really.. plea-ease...' I moaned. I clasped my hands together, as if in prayer. 'You must repent,' he said. 'Yes, I will!' 'We need to a lot of work.' 'Anything, please...' 'You need to control your cunt.' 'I know,' I looked to the floor, 'I will.' 'You need to feel shame. Really feel it.' 'Yes,' I said, 'just tell me what to do... please.' 'I will come back in a couple of days. Until then, you will not masturbate.' 'I promise, I won't, I promise.' 'And you will completely shave that filthy cunt of yours.' 'Ok,' I said softly, 'I will.' 'And, until I come back, you will stay naked, wearing just high heels.' 'Ok,' I said, my mind reeling, 'ok...' 'It will help you concentrate on your weakness. Your body is your weakness. You have to learn to control it.' 'Yes, Reverend, I will... I promise... th-thank you.' 'If, when I come back, I feel you have done well, we can continue your education.' 'Thank you, Reverend Mike, thank you.' 'Now go take your clothes off, slut,' he said and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. I curled up on the floor, crying, still aching for orgasm. ===

For two days I was constantly on the edge of orgasm. Mike told me to stay naked, except for high heels, until he returned, not to masturbate and to shave my cunt. I followed his instructions but almost lost it when I shaved. Sitting in the bath tub, my cunt aching for attention, my legs spread as the warm water sprayed from the shower was almost too much. I struggled not to come as I lathered the shaving cream between my legs and gently removed all my remaining pubic hair. My cunt became shiny and bare and even more sensitive than before. Now, waiting for Mike to arrive, I was proud I didn't come. I also hoped he would reward me with an orgasm. Anxiously, I watched the street through the living room window, hoping to see his car. My cunt clenched and tingled when he pulled into the driveway. Suddenly feeling naked and exposed, I trembled when I opened the door. Mike stepped inside. 'Answering the door naked,' he said with a slight sneer as his ice blue eyes looked me over. I stood, one arm across my breasts and my other hand covering my cunt. Even though I had walked the streets in revealing slutty clothes, been fondled by strangers and even fingered to orgasm by Mike, no man had ever seen me naked. 'B-but you t-told me to stay n-naked,' I said, afraid I had displeased him. He sat on the small hall chair and said, 'And did you stay naked since I was last here?' 'Yes, yes... I did, just as you said.' 'Did you masturbate?' 'No, I promise, I didn't.' 'Did you want to?' I looked at the floor, embarrassed. 'Yes, I did...' I whispered. 'Slut,' he said. 'Tell me what your thoughts were since I left the other day.' 'I don't know,' I said, 'mostly that I want to be a good girl.' 'That's a lie,' he snapped, 'you mostly thought about having an orgasm didn't you?' 'Well, y-yes,' I said, I guess...' 'Why?' 'I don't know... because I was naked and that made me so focused on... I d-dont know.' 'Focused on your tits and cunt,' he stated. 'Y-yes...' 'Say it.' 'I was focused on my t-tits and c-cunt...' 'Disgusting,' he said, 'that should have made you feel shame, not horny. Your body still controls you.' 'I gu-guess,' I said, 'I'm s-sorry...' 'Well, I guess you better show it to me,' he said, 'arms at your side. I knew I was going to have to show my body to him eventually but felt shy and small. After a brief pause, I closed my eyes, and let my arms fall to my side to stand completely naked, perched on high heels, in front of Reverend Mike. Wordlessly, he looked over my body as I quivered. After a few minutes he rose to his feet. 'Well,' he said, 'God certainly gave you a body designed to please your husband.' His cold eyes bore into mine. 'It is not meant for your pleasure, do you understand?' 'Y-yes,' I said softly, averting my eyes. 'These are quite nice,' he said, a hand under each of my tits, lifting, fondling, 'Quite balanced, perky and firm, large nipples.' I felt like a show dog, being judged. 'Sensitive too, I imagine.' He pinched and held each nipple. My knees buckled slightly, my cunt clenched. 'Just like they're attached to your clitoris, aren't they?' 'Y-yes,' I said breathlessly, trying to control my body's reaction. 'He'll love this too,' he said,reaching down and slipping his finger inside my cunt lips. 'Ohh..' I moaned, my hips beginning to writhe. 'Don't come!' he snapped. 'I w-won't...' I gasped, struggling. His eyes locked on mine, 'control this cunt!' 'Y-yes...' I moaned, fighting the waves of orgasm building between my legs. Quickly pulling his finger from my cunt he said, 'turn around.' I did as I was told. ' 'Nice ass, firm,' he said, squeezing, 'the heels really help. Now bend over.' Pushing on my shoulder he bent me over and said, 'he'll like this too.' I was shocked as his fat finger pushed between my legs. I groaned as his finger pushed deep. 'Your asshole is tight, that's good,' he held it inside of me as I shuddered, my hips quivering, tears welling in my eyes. He stood me up and spun me around, holding his finger to my lips. 'Clean this,' he snarled. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and slowly pushed my tongue out to lick his dirty finger. 'Good, now suck it," he said and I wrapped my lips around his finger. 'Nice warm mouth, another good place for a cock,' he smiled. Sitting back down he looked at my quivering body. I wanted to cover myself but I knew better. I stood, naked, trying not to cry, trying not come, and looked hopefully at Reverend Mike 'I bet you really want to come?' he said. 'Y-yes... I do... pl-please?' My cunt clenched in anticipation. 'Nope!' he laughed. 'We still have things to do!' Crestfallen, I looked at the floor. I had done everything he asked, shown him my naked body, didn't resist when he fondled me, fingered me, even up my ass, licked and sucked his finger. I just needed to come. Why wouldn't he let me? 'Can.. can I c-come later?' I asked softly. 'You're pathetic,' he growled. I knew he was right. I don't think I'll ever be able to control my cunt. 'Let's get you dressed,' he said and had me take him to my sister's room where he went through the clothes in the closet as I stood meekly, naked, waiting for him to decide. 'Yup, she was a slut,' he mused, 'no wonder you're a slut too.' 'Here, this should show off that body nicely,' he smiled, holding up tiny, pink dress. Resigned, I pulled it over my head and smoothed it down my body. It felt strange to have clothes on. Similar to my blue dress, it was very short, tight at the waist, and revealing across my chest. Mike fiddled with it until he thought it was just right and said, 'time to go.' As he turned to the door I said, 'I need some panties...' 'Actually, no you don't, now come on.' As we stepped outside I realised I was becoming used to my tits bouncing and jiggling but I certainly wasn't used to the breeze under my dress, grazing my shaved, naked cunt. When I opened the car door, Mike pointed to the towel on the seat and said, 'that's to keep your cunt juice off the leather.' I got in the car, humiliated, and stared straight ahead. Before we pulled out of the driveway he reached between my legs and ran a finger along my cunt. My body quivered. 'Soaked, disgusting,' he said, backing into the road. 'I'm s-sorry...' I said softly. 'Whatever,' he mumbled and sped up the road. I was pretty certain I was going to have to expose my bare cunt and my emotions swirled. I didn't want to do it, at least part of me didn't want to do it, but if I didn't I was pretty sure he wouldn't let me come. Oh, I so needed to come. My cunt juice slowly leaked out onto the towel. I was disgusting. We drove for a while, silently. I had no idea where we were going or what I was going to have to do. Staring out the window I wondered what was going to become of me. The last few days had been a whirlwind and though I felt humiliated and degraded by the way Mike treated me and the things he made me do, I knew it was my fault. Maybe I just deserved to be treated like this. 'Hmm, detour,' Mike said, slowing the car to a stop. I looked up to see the road in front of us closed for construction. 'Just for a block,' he said, 'maybe time for you to take a walk.' Looking ahead, my heart sunk. While the road was completely closed, the sidewalk was open, seperated from the construction by a temporary chain-link fence. There were dozens of workmen with shovels and jackhammers working on the road. 'I'll meet you on the other side,' Mike grinned, 'get out.' Approaching the construction zone, I felt like I was on display. My tits bounced with each unsteady step in my heels and my dress fluttered in the breeze, threatening to expose my bare cunt and ass. First one, the another and another workman stopped to stare as I walked up the sidewalk. Seperated from them by the chain-link fence, I felt like an animal in a zoo. Then the comments started. 'Fucking hot,' one said. 'Oh, baby, come do me!' said another. My head spinning, I walked past, pretending to ignore them but I couldn't. I saw further up some of the workmen had moved right to the fence, waiting for their turn. 'Nice tits!' 'Yeah, show 'em to us!' I was humiliated, ashamed, especially because I wondered if any of them were getting hard cocks. What would they do to me if they could? I knew the answer and my cunt clenched with excitement. A breeze lifted my skirt, briefly exposing my ass and cunt. 'Oh yeah honey, show us your pussy!' a voice called out and I knew he had seen. Turning my head our eyes locked and I stumbled slightly, catching my heel on some uneven pavement. The men laughed, and I stumbled again, almost falling. There was more laughter. I wanted to cry. 'Come suck this!' a voice called and I saw him, grabbing his crotch, grinning at me. I hurried as much as I could without falling. Finally, I reached the end and stumbled to Mike's car. Getting in, I was almost sobbing, trying to catch my breath. 'Bet that was fun,' Mike laughed. 'No, it wasn't...' I whispered. 'Well, it was for them!' I knew he was right. 'For you too it seems,' he said gruffly, pulling my knees apart and grabbing my cunt. 'Good thing you're sitting on a towel.' We began driving again, slowly winding through a quiet residential area. We came to a large public garden and Mike pulled the car into the parking lot. Being a weekday, it was pretty much empty, the paths and walkways through the garden quiet. He handed me the bluetooth speaked for my phone. 'Go for a walk.' he said. I was surprised because it was so empty but did as I was told. I wandered the pathways, admiring the flowers, still terribly self-conscious about how I was dressed. Rounding a bend in a path it became clear what Mike had planned. A gardener, maybe 30 years old, was on his knees tending a flower bed. He stopped his work as I approached, looking up with a smile. 'Good afternoon,' he said. 'Be polite, say hello,' Mike's voice rang in my ear. 'Hello,' I said. 'Lovely day,' he continued. 'Yes, it is,' I said, trying to appear nonchalant. 'Go sit at the next bench,' Mike said. It was maybe twenty feet up the walkway. I sat down and crossed my legs, aware the gardener was still watching me. 'Good, now pretend your checking facebook on your phone and just wait,' Mike instructed. Taking out my phone, I fiddled with it for a few minutes, looking up when the gardener came back into view. He knelt in the flower bed right opposite me and began digging around some plants with a small trowel. 'Just as I expected,' Mike said, 'uncross your legs, let's give him a show.' It was pointless to argue. I uncrossed my legs, the hem of my dress right up to the top of my thighs, and could feel the summer breeze on my cunt. The gardener glanced up but pretended to continue with his work. 'Open your legs, show it to him,' Mike's voice taunted me. Staring blankly at my phone, I let my knees part. The gardener looked again, right between my legs. My cunt clenched and tingled. 'Wider,' Mike said. My knees were over a foot apart, I could feel the sun on my wet cunt. It's probably glistening I thought. My heart pounded, my hands were shaking, I was on the verge or orgasm. Struggling to keep my hips still, I wondered if it was possible to come without touching my cunt. 'Oh, this is good,' Mike said in my ear and I looked up to see the gardener stepping toward me. Instinctively, I closed my legs. 'Mind if I sit?' he asked with a smile. 'O-ok,' I said, barely above a whisper. 'He really wants to fuck you!' Mike laughed in my ear. 'Hot day,' the gardener said not trying to conceal the fact he was running his eyes all over my body. It made me cringe. 'Yes, very hot,' I replied. 'So, um,' the gardener smiled, 'you showed me yours, can I show you mine.' 'Wh-what do you mean?' Mike piped up in my ear, 'he wants to show you his cock!' 'Come on,' the gardener said, 'quite kidding around. You showed me your pussy on purpose. Now I want to show you my dick.' 'N-no, I didn't.. I.. n-no...' I was flabbergasted. 'Say yes!' Mike snapped. Before I knew what I was saying the word just came out. 'Yes...' 'Thatsa a girl,' the gardener smiled and suddenly he pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. My whole body shook as my eyes locked on his cock, the first cock I'd ever seen. It was big, red and hard. Part of me was repulsed and part of me wanted to lean over and grab it, kiss it, suck it, wraq my lips around it. Everything became hazy. Before I knew it he had his hand inside my top, roughly grabbing my tit, twisting my nipple as he began kissing me, his tongue deep in my mouth. Grabbing my hand he guided it to his cock and my fingers wrapped around his hardness. He moaned and pushed his hand between my legs. 'You filthy slut!' Mike said in my ear as the gardener's finger slipped into my cunt. Spreading my legs wider I lifted my hips and he drove a second finger into me. I began to come almost instantly while my hand moved up and down his shaft. In and out his fingers explored my cunt, rubbing across my clit, then driving deep again. Waves of orgasm spread through my shuddering body and he began to groan louder. 'Oh baby..' he groaned again and his throbbing cock exploded, spewing sperm across my thighs. My hips bucked against his hand trying to get him deeper. 'Someone just came around the corner!' Mike snapped. 'Oh, no!' I cried, trying to recover, pulling away from the gardener, straightening my dress, 'someone's coming!' He quickly pulled himself together. We both stood up and I walked toward the parking lot as quickly as I could, my knees weak, my head spinning. What have I done? I looked up to see an older couple on the walking their dog, coming toward me. Struggling to catch my breath and not start crying I looked away as I passed the older couple. I was sure they knew what I had just done and they were looking at me like I was a dirty slut. 'You are a dirty slut!' my inner voice said. Flopping down on the passenger seat in the car, I began to cry. 'Aw, poor little girl, Mike mocked. I sobbed, unable to speak. He continued, 'well, I guess you got to have your orgasm and, ewww... looks like he did too.' I looked down at the streaks of sperm across my thighs. 'You really are disgusting...' 'I kn-know...' I moaned. 'This is what happens to girls who dress like sluts,' he said, 'get used to it.' 'Used t-to it?' I asked, looking up at him through my tears. 'You could have said no at any time,' he said, 'you didn't. You didn't because deep down, you wanted to do it, didn't you?' 'I d-don't know... if y-you say so,' I replied with a whisper. 'It's obvious,' Mike continued, 'you still have bad urges. Tell me the truth, when he took his cock out, you wanted to suck it, right?' 'Nooo... well.. y-yes... I gu-guess,' I said. I really did want to suck it. 'See, bad urges,' he said. 'We will keep doing this until those urges are gone, until your cunt no longer gets wet.' I couldn't believe my cunt could ever not get wet. It was always wet it seemed. Maybe I was doomed to be a slut. 'Do you want to learn to be good?' 'Yes...' 'Do you trust me?' 'Y-yes...' I replied, not so sure now. 'Good, now let's get you home. I think someone needs a spanking,' he said as we pulled out of the parking lot. I curled up against the door, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. In a few minutes I was going to be across his lap. It doesn't matter I thought. I deserve it. Back in the hallway at home Mike sat down and said, 'let's go.' I laid across his lap, he lifted my skirt, and began spanking me. Slowly at first then harder and faster. 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' he shouted each time he hit me. I bounced and wriggled, crying out with each slap, until I was blubbering incoherently. Finished, he helped me to my feet. Surprisingly, I found being punished sort of comforting. It was like I was being forgiven for my sins. 'Now, go have a shower, get cleaned up,' Mike smiled, 'I'll see you tomorrow.' With that, he was gone and I was alone. ===

After a fitfull sleep I awoke with yesterday's events fresh in my mind. It was almost like a dream, the workmen leering at me, the gardener and his cock, oh, his cock. It felt so good in my hand. 'Should have been in your mouth,' my inner voice said. It was true. That is what I really wanted. It was becoming clear that I would never become a good girl again. I seemed destined to become a slut. Reverend Mike said he would help me become good but now I think he is leading me down the path of evil. It doesn't matter. I'll just do what he says, whatever will be, will be. Except for high heels, I was naked when Mike rang the doorbell. He stepped into the hall and calmly looked me over. 'How is the slut today?' he asked. 'I'm fine I guess,' I answered softly, looking at the floor. 'Well, let's just see,' he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching between my legs. 'As I expected, wet.' 'I'm s-sorry,' I whispered. My cunt was wet, it was always wet. I have been in a constant state of arousal since Mike first arrived a few days ago, threatening to show my explicit pictures to my parents. 'Been thinking about the gardener's cock?' 'Yes,' I replied, shamefully. 'You know, there may be no redemption for you. You can't seem to gain control. Perhaps you are simply a natural born slut.' 'N-no, I'm n-not,' I answered. I didn't want that. I want to be good but maybe he's right. 'Well, let's get you some clothes,' he said and I followed him to my sister's room. He began sorting through the clothes in the closet while I silently stood beside him. 'I wonder what's in here?' he said, and lifted a small box from the back of the closet. 'My oh my!' he exclaimed, opening the box. 'Look at this!' It took me a moment to realise what I was looking at, then it all became clear. It was a box of sex toys. Reverend Mike held up a giant rubber cock, smiled and said, 'this looks like fun!' He handed it to me. It was heavier than I expected and had a suction cup on the bottom. Taking it in my hand I instantly thought of the gardener's cock. My cunt clenched and tingled. 'Put it in your mouth,' Mike said and I raised the dildo to my lips, slipping the rubbery head into my mouth. 'Arms at your side,' he instructed. I let go of the dildo, keeping it in my mouth, and lowered my arms. 'Don't you look pretty?' Mike mocked me, laughing at my humiliation. I stood, naked, wobbly on my heels, with the rubber cock dangling from my mouth. 'So many play things,' Reverend Mike said, rummaging through the box. One by one he removed a selection of vibrators, in a rainbow of colors. Finally he said, 'Oh, you'll like this,' and held up a short chain. I thought it was a necklace at first until he showed me the clamps, one on either end. "where do you think these go?' he smiled. With the rubber cock in my mouth, I couldn't answer, but I knew. I tried to plead with my eyes, slowly shaking my head as he stepped forward. First one clamp, then the other, squeezed my nipples, pinching hard. I whimpered, my knees buckling. 'Come,' he said, grabbing the chain. He pulled me through the house using the nipple clamp chain like a leash. I stumbled behind him until we were in the hall where he turned me to see my reflection in the full length mirror. 'This is what you've become,' he said. Softly, I sobbed and, shamefully, my hips began to slowly writhe. 'Unbelievable,' Mike said, 'it looks like you're going to come.' He was right. The nipple clamps sent electric shocks to my cunt. 'It's final then, you're a slut!' He took the rubber cock out of my mouth. 'I'm s-so s-sorry,' I gasped. 'Whatever,' he growled, 'I did the best I could.' He knelt on the floor and, using the suction cup, attached the rubber cock to the mirror, about knee height. 'Get down there and show me what kind of cocksucker you are!' he snapped and pushed me to my hands and knees. Still sobbing, I crawled forward and took the dildo in my mouth. I watched my reflection, tears streaming down my face, and began sucking. Mike knelt beside me and put his hand on the back of my head and pushed. 'Open your throat, take it all!' My eyes widened, I almost gagged, as he pushed my face closer to the mirror, the rubber cock forced into my throat. My hips were rolling, writhing. 'A natural cocksucker!' Mike exclaimed. I heard him pull down his zipper and suddenly he knelt behind me, his cock easily slipping into my wet, open cunt. Reverend Mike was fucking me! Instinctively, my hips pushed back, urging him deeper while he leaned forward and tugged my nipple chain. My whole body exploded. Grunting and groaning, my body wiggled and shook beneath the onslaught as I came, wave after wave rippling through me. Without warning he pulled out, sat on the chair and pulled me to him. Hungrily, on my knees, I opened my mouth and swallowed his thick cock into my throat. He pushed down on my head and I squirmed beneath him until, at last, his hot, sticky sperm filled my mouth and throat. I couldn't contain it all and he pushed me back, the last spurts shooting across my face. Just then, the front door opened and I looked up, the nipple chain hanging from my tits, my hand still wrapped around Reverend Mike's cock, his sperm streaking my face and dribbling from my mouth. My parents stood speechless in the doorway.

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