“I should think you are. You look great.”
“It’s certainly pleasant having admiring glances, good for the self-esteem.”
Kate was impressed with the new Helen and pondered the extent of the transformation.
21
Returning from his trip early on Friday afternoon, Richard decided not to go into work. Instead he took a trip into the city to meet Kate at the gallery. He hadn’t seen Helen for a while and enjoyed catching up with her news and the latest gossip. He liked Helen and thought she was good for Kate, a ‘stabilising figure’ he called her. Kate didn’t quite understand his meaning but never bothered to question it. After a whispered prompt from Kate he complimented Helen, saying how lovely she was looking.
They locked up the gallery and said their goodbyes to Helen. After strolling around the area for a while they stopped for a drink and snack before heading home. They soon made their way to the bedroom, desperate to catch up with some overdue sex. All week Kate had looked forward to performing the slow strip of her sexy lingerie before finally revealing her bald mound. The effort wasn’t wasted, he showed great enthusiasm for the new look and spent quite some time admiring her, stroking with his hands and caressing with his tongue. Unable to resist any longer he pushed her back onto the bed and took advantage of the unobstructed access, glorying in the smoothness beneath him.
Saturday, as always, was housekeeping day. Shopping took priority and of course included a trip to the dreaded supermarket. Richard found it lot more tolerable though as Kate used the time to relay the story of her afternoon with Grace. She told him about the shop and beauty parlour, informing him of the new rules for her dress code.
Sunday passed much as any other, they stayed in bed until late and caught up with more of the sex they had missed while he was away on his trip. They decided to cook a traditional Sunday dinner and spent an enjoyable morning sharing the preparation, chatting and relaxing. It took most of the afternoon to sleep off the gorged feeling of having eaten too much but by early evening, they were both suitably rested.
“It’s a beautiful evening,” Richard said, “why don’t we take a trip down to the river, have a stroll and stop for a drink?”
“Good idea, I’ll put a bit of make-up on and make myself presentable.”
“You already look beautiful, so don’t be long.” Just as she was leaving the room, Richard added. “And you’ll need your coat, don’t forget.”
“It’s quite warm,” she called back, “I’ll be OK without a coat.”
“Well, it’s up to you of course but that’ll only leave the stockings and shoes, which could be quite embarrassing for you.” He studied her face, waiting for the reaction.
After letting the information sink in, she replied. “I see, I’ll get ready then.”
Ten minutes later she reappeared, dressed in her black, knee length raincoat dark tan stockings and black heels. Holding the coat open to demonstrate her compliance with the instructions, she gave a grin before saying,
“I thought you might want to check.”
“There’s no need for that darling, I trust you.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on then let’s get going.”
They drove as far as they could while still being able to leave the car in a side road. The short walk down to the river only took a few minutes, but enough to unsettle Kate. Even though the coat buttons were done up she still felt very exposed, assuming that passers-by would somehow be able to tell. Richard too felt a jolt of excitement knowing that she was naked beneath the coat.
As they strolled along, Kate wondered if it was Richard’s plan or a suggestion from Weston. Either way she didn’t really care; she couldn’t deny how much of a turn on it was. The fabric of the coat brushed against her body, in places she wouldn’t normally notice. The cool breeze swirled up between her legs, and she felt the stockings gently rubbing as she walked. Richard placed an arm around her back, holding her closely as they walked.
It was still early in the evening and there were numerous strollers just like themselves, young couples hand in hand, elderly couples supporting each other, joggers with earphones and the odd skate boarder. Ordinary people going about their lives, not like Kate, she was on edge waiting to see how her evening was going to develop.
“Fancy stopping here for a drink?” Richard suggested.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” The bar had small round outdoor tables with metal chairs, all very French looking. They ordered their drinks and relaxed into the evening.
While waiting for their order to arrive Kate became reflective, evaluating her journey so far, and wondering what lay ahead. A month earlier she would have considered sitting there, naked under her coat to be daring. So much had happened to her since then that her present situation seemed tame in comparison and she wanted more, much more and if Richard’s desires were evolving at such a rapid rate she knew that more would be on the way, and soon.
As they sat at the table Kate felt his hand creep inside her coat before resting on her thigh. She offered no resistance and even opened her legs a little. Despite her lack of clothing she felt hot and a small trickle of perspiration ran down her side. His hand slid up and came to rest on her smooth mound, a finger grazing her lips. Her breathing quickened as her excitement increased. She attempted to push against him, to increase her pleasure, but the hand was suddenly withdrawn.
“Don’t be dirty,” he teased, smiling. “Are you ready to walk some more?”
Kate rose and they continue their walk along the river. Soon they reached a bridge which created a quiet spot, providing a little privacy. Richard leaned on the railings and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Slowly he unbuttoned the coat and put his arms inside, feeling her soft, warm flesh. She pushed against him, more to feel the hardness of his arousal than to preserve her modesty. His hands moved down and passed over her pert buttocks, down between her legs and along the smooth opening, probing and rubbing until she moaned and trembled. He smiled and waited until her breathing had returned to normal.
Turning her around, he trapped her between himself and the railings, while pushing his erection into her back. Slowly he unbuttoned the coat. Confident that nobody along the walkway could see, he opened it. Holding her arms behind her, he exposed her body to the appreciative eyes of the passengers on a passing pleasure boat. She made no attempt to cover herself, accepting of his will.
“I’m going to show you off a lot more you know, show other men how beautiful you are and how obedient you are. I’ll let them see what I have and they don’t. But even better, I’ll make you show yourself off, just for the humiliation of it. Would you like that?”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, “you know that.”
22
When she arrived home on Wednesday evening Kate found the package which had been left in the porch. There was no delivery note, nothing to be signed. She knew where it came from, the label told her, ‘Jane’s’ the lingerie shop. Not expecting anything, but feeling the excitement of a child at Christmas, she was about to rip open the package when a second look at the label stopped her–it was addressed to Richard. Why he was getting a package from the shop she had no idea, but her curiosity was working overtime.
An hour later when he finally arrived home, she dashed out to the hall to meet him.
“Why have you been sent a package from Jane’s lingerie shop?” she asked, with too much impatience.
“Hello darling,” he replied, in a sarcastic manner, “did you have a good day at work? Lovely to have you home, oh and by the way, a package arrived for you today.”
“I’m sorry darling. How was your day? And of course it’s lovely to see you.” She gave him a kiss. “And why have you got a packet from Jane’s?”
“So it’s arrived, good. That means we can go out later.”
“What’s in it then?” she asked slowly, her suspicions rising.
“Well after hearing the rules of your new dress code I thought I’d treat you to some new clothes, you know, to give your new wardrobe a boost.” Kate was unsure how to respond. If it was an elegant new dress for evening wear why didn’t they go out and choose it together?
“Are you going to show me then?”
“Oh no, not now, that would spoil the surprise, no we’ll have supper first then go out later.”
And so at 9.30 Kate had showered and was about to open the package Richard had given her. ‘It’s a complete outfit’ he’d said ‘and make sure your make-up’s appropriate.’ Then he left her to it and went back downstairs.
Kate put on the skimpy black bra. It wasn’t one of the transparent ones given to her in the shop but a lacy one with very low cut cups, only just covering her nipples. The matching suspender belt held up the stockings, which were extra sheer, seamed and according to the packet ‘chocolate’ in colour. Even new shoes were included, plain, black high heeled shoes, very high. The short sleeved dress was in white cotton with a buttoned front opening, and only long enough to reach just below the stocking tops.
When she’d finished dressing Kate stood in front of the full length mirror observing the result. The dress was not transparent as such, but the black underwear could be seen clearly through the material. Also, she realised, the lack of black showing through revealed the fact that she wore no panties. The bulges of the bra, suspender belt and stocking tops clearly showed through the tight fitting fabric; she looked like a whore, and she felt like a whore.
She decided to play him at his own game, if he wanted whore, that’s what he’d get. She applied make-up far more heavily than she’d normally wear, finishing off with the bright red lipstick supplied in the ‘whore kit’. She didn’t mind going overboard and went with the flow, convinced that he was trying to worry her about having to go out when in reality they’d have an evening’s fun playing whore and pimp.
As she entered the lounge Richard put down his drink and stood to admire her.
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