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Acadia sat back with an appraising smile, sipping her double espresso. Even though Edith had a number of appointments that afternoon, she relented, reaching down to pick up her purse, the clever find at the Kate Spade outlet store, and taking out her ring of keys with the BMW key tag.

“You’ve been a good girl for over thirty years now, it may take a while to chip away all those layers. You know all the rules, to dress carefully, buy nice things that suit your looks, take care of your grooming and your health, move with modesty, eat politely, do your share, be quiet about your sexuality, and cooperate with others. As I find the edges of your old habits I’ll keep pushing them back, to get you to new places. That’s the part I enjoy, having to read you in order to break you down.”

Acadia took Edith’s keys and stood up to slip on her own coat. As Edith got up, Acadia took her coat from her.

“It’s not all that cold, let me keep that for you.”

It was cold, in fact, an early winter day with a look of possible snow, and as they walked out Edith was shivering in only a thin silk blouse. Acadia beeped the key ring to find the car, walking ahead of Edith to the late model BMW black sedan with its lights flashing. Edith walked around to the passenger side, opening the door, but before she could slide in Acadia stood in her way and kept her standing and shivering in the open door. Acadia slipped the keys into her pocket and took Edith’s chin with one hand, tilting her head up. Her other hand went to the younger woman’s right breast, cupping and lifting it through the thin blouse. She was looking directly into Edith’s eyes from a few inches away.

“Good girls are careful to wear a coat when it’s cold and would never let anyone touch their body in public like this. Or to be as excited about it as you seem to be. Take off this blouse and the bra, right here right now.”

They were in a seldom used part of a parking lot of a suburban shopping center, as a few snowflakes drifted down and cars came and went. Edith felt that now familiar tightening in her body and an irresistible urge to comply. She looked left and right, and after a moment’s hesitation, fumbled in the cold with the silk-covered buttons to open and un-tuck her blouse, and handed the gray silk to Acadia, then the cream lace bra. Edith was topless in skirt and heels, freezing with aching nipples in the biting cold in the bright sun. Acadia stood motionless, holding Edith’s blouse and bra, until Edith’s eyes dropped downward in a submissive pose. Acadia then stepped away.

“Get in the car and wait for me.”

Once in the car, Acadia reached over to fasten Edith’s seatbelt. “We’re going to be driving for about 20 minutes to my house, I want to see you touching your nipples the whole time, but not covering yourself. Start thinking about what you’re becoming.”

Acadia drove smoothly on the four-lane road, with the wipers brushing away the falling snow. Edith was shivering, half naked, and touching her nipples as Acadia glanced over. For the first time in as long as Edith could remember, she wasn’t the one in control, a feeling she wasn’t familiar with. She looked nervously out the passenger side window as they passed cars in the lane to the right of them. Her body felt like it was tied in knots, but the tension only fed her newfound sexual desire.

Another first, Edith had never touched herself this way with an audience, not even in a bedroom. When they stopped for a red light, in front of the library on a busy city street, Acadia reached over to lift Edith’s chin, so that Edith was sitting straight up in the seat and turned her face toward the window. This was the part that Acadia enjoyed the most. Watching her submissive realize that their carefully constructed world was an elaborate illusion, and that their true self was being revealed without the benefit of guardrails.

The man in the next car, alone in his heavy winter coat, turned to look over and his face showed surprise. The light changed, but neither of the cars moved as he gawked at the topless woman. Acadia still had her hand under Edith’s chin, and Edith didn’t dare turn away from gaze of the startled man. The feelings of embarrassment and the complete loss of control were exhilarating to her. She felt wet between her legs.

Acadia’s car finally moved forward, and Acadia kept driving until the four-lane road turned into a winding two laner through an exclusive neighborhood that was far out of Edith’s reach. Acadia’s house was set back in the trees, a modern steel and glass structure, accented with stained cedar, with expansive decks and patios of poured concrete. She parked on the curved drive at the front door and turned to Edith with her gloved hand cupping her left breast. Edith’s light golden brown skin was in sharp contrast to the dark leather of Acadia’s glove. Edith shivered, not just because of the cold, but because she was being used so openly and without emotion.

Acadia held Edith’s shoulder and pulled her closer. “Remember, from here on stop trying to think ahead and just pay attention and react, you’ll learn new things about yourself.”

The Domme let go of Edith and went ahead, leaving Edith to watch, as Acadia unlocked the front door and went in, closing it behind her. Edith didn’t know what to do so she stood there, waiting for Acadia. The submissive looked around, relieved that the neighbors lived too far away to see her, though on that cold afternoon, with snowflakes fluttering all around her, she realized she was getting very, very cold. Right when Edith decided to knock on the door, it opened, and Acadia came out, wearing a wool cardigan over her clothes.

“It’s cold out there. For heaven’s sake get in,” she said to a surprised Edith. Edith stepped carefully towards the entrance, trying not to slip in her heels on the newly fallen snow.

The warm air made Edith’s nipples ache after subjecting them to twenty minutes of pinching, followed by extreme cold. She felt uncomfortable and antsy, yet it was a feeling she craved. Acadia was right. She was conditioned to do the right thing, but the right thing was mind numbing. Edith wanted to feel, and good or bad, she was experiencing the rawest of emotions – – fear and lust.

Edith looked down, noticing the grand entranceway with the intricate tile work on the stone floor and then up at the high ceilings with a central chandelier and transom windows all around reflecting a reddish hue from the setting sun. It was a lovely home that she would ordinarily be assessing with her keen accountant’s eye, but all that was a blur as her thoughts went to Acadia, and what was going to happen. It was the fear of the unknown, and Acadia created that mood to perfection.

As Edith was blankly staring above, Acadia grasped her wrist. Acadia led Edith down a hallway with a gallery of family photographs on one wall. Halfway down the hallway Acadia stopped and made Edith face the blank wall opposite the photo gallery.

“Put your hands on the wall, and stay there for a moment,” Acadia ordered.

Edith was left with her arms out to both sides, standing alone wearing the business skirt and heels from before, but naked from the waist up, still shivering. She wondered where Acadia had gone.

Acadia disappeared into a room, and then came back with a change of clothes. She was wearing a charcoal sweater and skirt, with tall dark boots, but it was a very fashionable upscale suburban look, not a black leather Domme costume.

“You need to learn your first position, for inspection. The books always talk about kneeling, or being in some stress position, but the reality is that floors are hard on the knees, and you need to be able to do this anywhere I ask, even if we are out somewhere, and it needs to be comfortable for a long time.”

Acadia’s hand went to Edith’s shoulder, then slid down her back and around to her side. It was warm on Edith’s bare skin.

“This way you aren’t going anywhere, and I have good access to your body. The first thing you give up in submission is privacy and control.” Acadia’s hand went around to cup Edith’s breast roughly, then down to her belly to feel its embarrassing curve, and up to her lips to open them and explore the sub’s teeth.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Edith moved my legs apart a bit, as far as she could in her narrow pencil skirt.

“The second thing you need to learn is to dress to allow me this access, nothing that you wear should be a problem for anyone I allow to touch you.” Acadia brought her other hand around into Edith’s field of vision, holding a large shiny pair of sewing shears.

“From now on, all your skirts and dresses will have full A line skirts, so your legs can move freely and be seen better.” With the scissors, Acadia began at the hem and cut the skirt upwards so that it flared open and pushed Edith’s legs wider. Edith was thinking about her favorite new skirt, the one she had searched for and spent more on than she intended, to have just the right look, and now it was ruined. Her nipples were hard and attentive. Edith had never been talked to or acted upon like that, yet she accepted Acadia’s directives without question or hesitation.

Acadia took off Edith’s ruined skirt and then cut through the two sides of Edith’s now sopping wet lace panties, so they dropped away. In just a minute, Edith was spread naked as she stood in stockings and heels, with her expensive former clothing puddled on the floor at her feet. Acadia inspected her body with both hands now, touching and probing everywhere as she stood behind Edith, who felt her hands up her legs, touching her labia, parting the lips and running two fingers along the slit, spreading her ass, hefting her breasts, touching her belly and armpits and the back of her neck. Edith felt owned and used. She started to get used to the idea that she no longer had any personal space and that her mind and body belonged to Acadia.