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 The third weekend in March could not come fast enough for Allison.  She
threw herself into her schoolwork, trying not to think about her times with
Richard.  She did not have the slightest idea how he could work her more,
but she loved the emotional conflicts and the thought of his control.  When
she thought of riding in the car in only panties, she would get soaked, and
hurry home to masturbate.  She was enjoying becoming Richard's pet.

   As for Richard, he knew that he had this girl right where he wanted her.
A little rough nipple pinch or twist, and she would do anything.  He set up
his plans for their next get-together.  This would be the time he would
take her public.

   The third weekend in March was cold, damp, and rainy.  Allison had
bought some pretty lace thongs to wear for Richard, as well as some novelty
panties.  She cut her final Friday class, which was an easy art class, and
headed off to his place.  She drove all the way with a huge smile on her
face, her legs spread in the car.

   When she got to Richard's, Richard asked her to strip to panties, as he
was in the mood for a bit of nipple play.  No role-play tonight, she was
informed.  However, he did want her in panties.  She went into her bedroom
(Richard, although controlling her and dictating the sexual activities,
which consisted of fingers, toys, and blowjobs, never slept with her),
unpacked, and brought her selection of panties, asking Richard which ones
he wanted her to wear.  He smiled and told her to wear the black lace
thong. He told her to save the novelty panties for tomorrow night.  Allison
had brought along three pair of novelty panties, including a pale-pink
string bikini with black trim, a full bottom, and three cherries on the
front panel.  She stripped for Richard and went into the kitchen, where the
two at a light dinner and began a conversation.

   "Allison, my pet," began Richard, "did you bring a skirt?"

   "No, Master Richard.  Why?"

   "Well," continued Richard, reaching into his wallet and handing the girl
some money, "I have a surprise for you tomorrow night.  We are going out. I
wish you to wear those pink panties, a plain and simple white lace bra, the
absolutely shortest jean miniskirt you can find, and a very tight top.  You
will do that for me."

   "Of course, Master Richard.  Where are we going?"

   "To some friends of mine for dinner.  I think you will like them.  They
are into the BDSM play.  I wish to show you off a bit."

   Allison looked down at the table and smiled.  She thought that Richard
just wanted her to dress in a very sexy way, and she agreed.  She had no
idea what he had in mind.

   The remainder of the evening was spent in friendly talk and watching a
movie.  Richard tried a pair of nipple clamps on the girl.  They were a
plain gold pair, connected by a golden chain.  Allison liked them, and said
so.  They watched a movie, Richard teasing the girl a bit with some breast
and nipple play, and then had Allison give him a blowjob.  The two went to
bed early, as Richard knew they had a big Saturday ahead of them.

   Saturday morning Richard and Allison hit the mall as soon as it opened.
Allison went to Victoria's Secret and bought a plain white lace bra, which
showed a bit of breast.  After browsing some more, Richard bought her a
white nylon sleeveless shell, quite tight and sheer, which clearly showed
what type of bra Allison was wearing.  At the next store, they found the
perfect mini.  It was a navy blue jean skirt, with a narrow belt, and just
covered Allison's bottom.  If she bent over or sat, everyone would know
what color panties she was wearing.  Allison giggled and the two headed
home.  Richard lay out her clothes for the evening, and told her to rest.
She was going to have a big night.  Richard then went into his bedroom for
a short nap.

   At six, Allison dressed and had some tea with Richard.  At six-thirty,
they left for the party.  Richard informed Allison that when they got to
the party they would be in role-play.

   After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived at a large and lovely home. 
The two entered, and Richard introduced Allison to the three other couples
present.  Everyone made small talk, had some wine, and Allison used her
"Master Richard" wherever possible.  Richard simply referred to her as
"pet."

   The host and hostess had set out a small buffet, which was quite
pleasant.  Allison nibbled a bit; she was much too excited to eat, and made
small talk with everyone.  She knew she was the one to be shown off, as she
was the only one dressed sexily.  Everyone else, including Richard, was
dressed in a casual style.  She mingled, chatted, and smiled, enjoying the
attention.

   Eventually, the conversation turned to things BDSM, and the art of
control.  Allison blushed at what was being said, as she had experienced
some of it.  Everyone seemed to enjoy talking about his or her experiences,
from mild to very serious.  One couple commented on Richard's pet, saying
how pretty she was and that she had a nice figure.  Richard offered to let
them see more, and Allison turned a bright red.  Everyone thought that a
view of Allison would be lovely.  The next thing Allison knew, Richard was
pulling her top over her head.

   Allison was paralyzed with embarrassment, and Richard knew it.  He knew
how to play his girl.  The top came off, followed by the skirt.  Richard
had her twirl and pose a bit in her bra and panty, and then removed her
bra, giving her nipples a hard pinch after the bra was off.  Allison
thought that she would die.  Once again, the conflicting emotions of
embarrassment and arousal came into play.

   "I see you still have your panty fetish, Richard," remarked one woman
with a smile.

   "Always," answered a smug Richard.

   Allison mingled, clad only in her panties.  She might enjoy herself.  It
was kind of fun being the only one in a room almost naked.  She even took a
little sip of wine, hoping it would loosen her a bit more.  But, in
reality, she needed no loosening, and Richard knew this.  He would let her
get comfortable a bit and then show everyone just how much control he had
over the girl.

   Some more small talk took place, and Allison noticed Richard talking to
a couple off to the side.  He smiled at Allison, put down his drink,
crossed the room, and began some nipple play with the girl.

   "Come, pet," commanded Richard, "off with the panties.  I have agreed to
show our host and hostess just how lovely a cane dancer you are.  They will
provide a strap and cane, and you will provide the dance."

   Allison's look of shock gave her away.  Public in panties was one thing,
but having to do her cane dance before six strangers was a bit much. 
Before she could protest, she got some very violent nipple pinches, and
then Richard slid off her panties.  He had a strap in his hand; where it
had come from Allison did not know, and he gave her a few stings on the
backside.

   "Now, on all fours!" he commanded.

   Before Allison realized it, she was on all fours.  She was like a
zombie. The sting of the strap brought her back to reality for a bit.  She
was naked, on all fours, in front of six strangers, and wiggling to
Richard's skill with the strap.  She felt humiliated and aroused at the
same time.  She hoped Richard would only spank, but that was not to be. 
There were nipple pinches and tweaks, as well as some caresses over her
mound by the strap.  Allison went into a zone, simply savoring the pain and
pleasure.

   Richard alternately spanked and teased for about fifteen minutes, giving
her backside a nice warm-up.  He kept her down for a few minutes, observing
her shaking, while he put on his surgical gloves and switched to the cane.
He carefully helped the shaking girl to her feet, had her lean over a
chair, with her legs spread, and the began to rub the cane on her backside.

   The first swat caught Allison completely by surprise.  She hopped into
the air and gasped.  Richard smiled; this one was going to be precious.  He
began his play to keep Allison off guard.  A few swats, followed by a rub
on the bottom or over the mound with his hand, a few more swats, and then
some nipple play.  It was all done with a syncopated rhythm.  By the fourth
swat, the girl was dancing, hopping from foot to foot to some music that
only existed in her mind.

   After about fifteen swats, Richard stopped.  The whole spanking had
taken forty minutes.  Allison stood in the center of the room, naked, legs
spread; her hands on her head, gasping and writhing like a serpent. 
Richard pinched her nipples and then spread some Ben-Gay liberally on her
backside.

   The folks at the party loved it.  She danced.  As Richard had said, she
would make a great show pony.  She actually began to prance a partway
through the caning.  And after Richard put the Ben-Gay on her bottom, she
tried to hop away from the sting!  Allison was precious.

   Allison cried a bit, and slowly waited for the burn to subside.  As the
heat began to dull, she came back again to reality.  Six couples had just
seen her, nude and in all of her glory, take the cane.  She was humiliated
and aroused.  Richard walked in front of her, played with her nipples a
bit, and spoke.

   "And now, my pet," he said, tenderly, "Since you have given me much
pleasure, I will give you some."

   Allison shivered as he guided to the floor again, putting her on all
fours.  And then she gasped.  He had his gloves on.  He was going to make
her climax in front of everyone!  Sitting on her left side, his left hand
began nipple play and his right worked in between her legs, fingering and
teasing.

   Richard worked swiftly, not wishing to torment the girl anymore.  He had
taken her to the edge again, and did not wish to push her over.  As she got
closer and closer to climax, he stopped his nipple play and began to tease
her clitoris with his left hand.  Allison had a violent and sharp orgasm,
almost painful, and then collapsed.

   After the climax, Allison rested, lying on the floor.  The next thing
she knew, hands were helping her up.  People were telling her how wonderful
and marvelous a pet she was.  They also remarked on the lovely pink color
on her bottom.  Allison smiled, and slowly came back to reality.

   Allison blushed deeply as she realized that these six people had seen
her naked, strapped, caned, dance to the sting, and finally climax.  And
she had loved every minute of it.  She was very gracious, allowing the
guests to examine her, and then looked for Richard.

   "I must say," she remarked slyly, "I am a bit disappointed, Master
Richard.  No beads?  No nipple clamps?"

   "We will save that for another time, my pet," he answered, smiling back.
"For now, you have been more then beautiful.  You have been a goddess. 
And, of course, I do have further plans for you."

   The party slowly wound down, with Allison staying nude.  It felt almost
comfortable at this point.  Richard allowed her to wear panties on the ride
home.  During the ride, Richard had her drop out of role-play and asked her
if she would like to be a show pony.  Allison had no clue what that meant,
but giggled and said yes.

   Sunday was quiet.  Allison stayed in panties, had a vibe and anal beads
used on her, and gave Richard another blowjob.  At three o'clock, she
headed back to college.