Jon’s Stepsister in a Tiny Christmas Dress

Vicky got into the car and Jon asked her if she had anything to wear, she said she didn’t, and he just smiled. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to wear for the rest of Christmas Day.

When we got home, Jon told me to get Vicky into the living room, and I helped her take off her coat and shoes. She was wearing a bright pink bra and nothing else, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of excitement. Jon came in and said, “You look lovely, Vicky, but I think you need something else to wear.” He winked at me, and I knew exactly what he meant.

Vicky looked at us both and said, “Oh, I see,” and started to giggle. I helped her get into a little black dress that Jon had brought in from the bedroom. It was so short it was almost nonexistent, and I could see the outline of her underwear through it. Jon smiled and said, “You look perfect, Vicky.” I had to stifle a laugh at the sight of her in that dress.

Vicky and I went into the kitchen to make some tea, and Jon followed us in. As we were chatting, he slipped his hand onto my thigh, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Vicky looked at us both and said, “I think I’m going to like it here.” I smiled and said, “I think you’re going to love it here.” Jon just smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re feeling welcome, Vicky.”

Vicky and I were still recovering from the previous day’s events, our bodies aching in all the right places. We had slept in late, but Jon had already risen from bed and was busy in the kitchen, making breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon wafted through the air, making our stomachs growl with anticipation.

I slowly got out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, wincing in pain as I moved. Vicky followed close behind, her own body still recovering from the previous day’s activities. We met in the bathroom, and without a word, we both reached for the shower, desperate to wash away the soreness and the dried blood.

As we stood under the warm water, our bodies relaxed, and we exchanged a knowing glance. We both knew that yesterday had been an unforgettable experience, one that we would cherish for a long time. The pain had been intense, but the pleasure had been even greater.

We spent a good hour in the shower, cleansing our bodies and washing away the evidence of the previous day’s activities. Our skin was tender, but as we emerged from the shower, we felt refreshed and rejuvenated.

Jon had set the table, and we sat down to a delicious breakfast, our hunger and thirst finally satisfied. We talked and laughed, reminiscing about the previous day’s events, and Jon couldn’t help but smile at our reactions.

“I’m glad you both enjoyed it,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I have to say, I was a bit worried that you might not be able to handle it.”

Vicky and I exchanged a glance, and without a word, we both knew that we were ready for whatever Jon had in store for us next.

As we finished our breakfast, Jon announced that he had a surprise for us, something that would make our day even more special. We exchanged a curious glance, and Jon just smiled, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Let’s go find out,” he said, his voice dripping with excitement.

It was late when Vicky and I woke up; we had both slept in Jon’s bed while he slept in mine. I was still feeling a bit tender from the previous night’s activities, but it didn’t hurt as much when I moved my new rings. We had a lazy day eating, drinking, and watching TV together.

Jon was up bright and early on Sunday and told us to get up as well. I was surprised to see that my pussy ring holes had healed quite a bit overnight and didn’t hurt much at all when I moved my rings around. “Time to get moving,” Jon said, “we’ve got a day of fun ahead of us.”

After breakfast, Jon took us to the hotel’s leisure centre. We hit the gym first, and Jon told me to wear my white leotard, the one with the T-back. “You look stunning,” he said, “and I love the way the material clings to your body.” Vicky wore my white Lycra bikini bottoms and a T-shirt, and we made a striking couple as we walked through the reception area.

As we exercised, my leotard lost its shape and my pussy rings were exposed. Jon chuckled and said, “I think we’ve got a bit of a problem here.” Vicky’s bikini bottoms also lost their shape, and she giggled as Jon told her to take them off. “There’s no one here to see,” he said, “so go ahead and show off.”

We spent about an hour in the gym before moving on to the pool. Jon had put on a pair of fine mesh undies, and I could see his dick through the mesh. We got changed, and Vicky put on my white Lycra bikini. As we got into the water, I could see the young couple in the pool looking at us, and I felt a thrill of excitement.

After our swim, Jon told us to get out and head to the Jacuzzi. As we sat in the hot water, I could see that my nipples were visible through the thin leotard, and my pussy rings were exposed. Jon had a hard-on, and his undies were hiding nothing. We chatted with the young couple, and I could see that they were interested in us.

Jon pulled me onto his lap, and I sat facing Vicky as he lifted me onto his dick. It hurt a bit as his dick pushed against my rings, but then it started to feel good. The young couple were kissing and cuddling, and I could see that they were getting intimate.

As we sat in the Jacuzzi, I started to tease the young man, opening my legs and licking my lips. Jon was watching, and I could see that he was enjoying the show. The young woman noticed what I was doing and started to get interested, opening her knees and watching me.

Vicky was playing with her pussy, and Jon said, “Vicky, your turn, come and sit on this.” She got up and sat on Jon’s dick, and the young couple started to get into it as well. We were all having a great time, and I felt a sense of excitement and freedom.

After a while, the young couple got up and left, and we followed them out into the open area. As we stood there, I felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment. It had been a great day, and I was grateful to Jon for planning it.

Later that day, Jon took me to the sales, and we spent the day shopping. I had to wear just shoes and my coat, and it was quite cold walking around outside. Jon bought me three sweaters, all of which went down to just cover my bum. One was very tight, but the other two were looser and thicker. I had to try each one on and come out of the changing rooms to show Jon what they looked like.

As we shopped, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that Jon was enjoying watching me, and I was enjoying the attention. When I wore the tight sweater, I could see my tits and all down the front of my body when I bent over in front of a mirror.

There was only one other incident that stood out. In one of the changing rooms, a young woman shop assistant came in and caught me naked. She looked me up and down and said, “Oops sorry, I didn’t think there was anyone in here.” She stood there for what seemed like a full minute staring at my pussy before backing out and closing the curtain.

Jon also bought me three pairs of black Lycra tights to wear with the sweaters. These took some finding, as Jon wanted them to be all the same thickness right up to the waist and thin enough so that they were see-through if you did more than glance at me. When we got home and I tried them on, I felt strange at first, but Jon told me that they were only to be worn when I was going to be outside in the cold for a long time.

On Tuesday, Jon took me to the sales, and we spent the day shopping. He bought me a couple of skirts and tops, and himself a new suit. Nothing exciting happened in the changing rooms, but I was enjoying the attention and the opportunity to wear some new clothes.

As the day came to a close, I felt grateful to Jon for planning such a fun and exciting day. I knew that he was enjoying watching me, and I was enjoying the attention. We headed home, and I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the week had in store.

I adjusted my dress, the silk fabric clinging to my curves as I watched Jon chat with his friend’s wife in the lounge. It was New Year’s Eve and we were at a party, surrounded by people we had never met before. I felt a thrill of excitement as I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, my dog collar glinting in the light.

“You look stunning,” Jon said, his eyes raking over my body. I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest.

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But I couldn’t help feeling a little self-conscious, especially when a group of men started to gather around us, their eyes fixed on my cleavage.

At first, I pushed them away, feeling a little possessive about Jon’s attention. But he just smiled and shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. It was as if he was daring me to let them touch me.

“Let them,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The men closed in, their hands reaching out to touch me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as they stroked my arms, my waist, my thighs. It was a little disconcerting, but Jon’s eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity.

One of the men, a tall, dark-haired guy, kept finding excuses to brush against me. He would drop something on the floor, and I would have to bend down to pick it up, my dress riding up my thighs. I felt a little embarrassed, but Jon just smiled and nodded, as if he was enjoying the show.

Another man, a little older, tried to persuade me to go upstairs with him. I shook my head, feeling a little guilty. Jon’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, his hand on my waist.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with possession. “You’re mine.” The man nodded, looking a little chastened, and backed away.

As the night wore on, the party games started. Twister was suggested, and to my surprise, I agreed to play. I had no idea what to expect, but Jon just grinned and handed me a mat.

The game was chaos, with bodies twisting and turning in all directions. I felt a little self-conscious, especially when I realized that I was the only one wearing a dress. But Jon just laughed and pulled me close, his arms wrapped around me as we spun around the mat.

At one point, a hand brushed against my clit, and I felt a jolt of pleasure. I couldn’t see who it was attached to, but it didn’t matter. I was too busy enjoying the thrill of the game, the rush of adrenaline that came with every new position.

As the night wore on, I started to feel a little drunk, a little reckless. Jon’s eyes sparkled with amusement as I stumbled around the mat, my dress riding up my thighs.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, feeling a little breathless.

And then, everything went black. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up in Jon’s bed, my head pounding with a hangover.

Friday, January 1st. I woke up feeling a little rough, my mouth dry and my head throbbing. Jon was still asleep, and I felt a little guilty, knowing that he had probably been up late, worrying about me.

I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, feeling a little queasy. When I looked down, I saw that my pussy was still sore, a little bruised from the night before. I winced, remembering the way Jon had touched me, the way he had made me feel.

As I showered and dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. Jon had pushed my boundaries, had made me feel things I never thought I would. And yet, at the same time, I felt a little scared, a little uncertain about what the future held.

As I looked in the mirror, I saw a woman who was still adjusting to her new reality. A woman who was still learning to navigate the complexities of her relationship with Jon. But one thing was for sure – I was no longer the same person I had been before New Year’s Eve.

As the train lurched into motion, my compartment became even more crowded, and I felt a hand brush against my leg. Before I could react, it was back, this time moving swiftly into my pussy from the front. The force and speed caught me off guard, and I gasped slightly before opening my legs to accommodate the stranger’s touch. The train’s next stop was approaching, and as people started to get out, I felt myself reaching the peak of arousal. It wasn’t until Jon told me we were getting off that I realized the train had stopped. As we exited the station, I caught a glimpse of a man with a sly grin and a shiny finger in front of his nose.

Jon led me to a place called Rios in Kentish Town, and once inside, he instructed me to ignore him and follow my own lead. I asked him what the place was, but he simply smiled and said, “Wait and see.” We went through a door into a grotty changing room, where two middle-aged men were getting dressed. They stopped mid-conversation and stared at me in surprise as I whipped off my dress, revealing my naked body. I stood tall, folding my dress and placing it in Jon’s locker, as the men’s eyes roamed over me.

From the changing room, we entered a large room with sun-loungers, a TV, and a bar. The atmosphere was relaxed, with men lounging on the beds and women behind the bar. I spotted a few men watching TV or reading, all of them clad only in towels. The bar area was bustling with activity, and I noticed a middle-aged woman with a towel wrapped around her top and two women behind the bar. One of them was wearing a sarong, while the other had a towel draped around her waist, showcasing her large breasts. We walked through the room and entered a space with a seating area, Jacuzzis, and a sauna.

As I slipped into one of the Jacuzzis, Jon headed into the sauna. The warm water enveloped me, soothing my skin and relaxing my muscles. I took a moment to observe my surroundings, noticing that the place was predominantly male, with only a handful of women present. The men’s reactions to my nudity were varied, with some attempting to conceal their gazes and others staring openly. I spotted a few men with small penises, while others had impressive beer guts.

As I soaked in the Jacuzzi, I couldn’t help but think about the red marks on my backside and what others might think if they noticed them. After a few minutes, I decided to exit the Jacuzzi and explore the facilities further. I discovered a small swimming pool, a large Jacuzzi, and a workout room, among other amenities. As I walked around, most of the men couldn’t help but stare at me, and I decided to find a quiet spot to sit and read a newspaper.

I positioned myself near a wall, with my back to the main seating area, and my knees slightly apart. I held the newspaper in front of my face, trying to appear nonchalant. However, I was aware that my actions might be drawing attention, and I caught a few men sneaking glances at me. One of them, in particular, seemed interested, and I could sense his gaze on my skin. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of power and control.

A few minutes later, I decided to take a more assertive approach. I shuffled back on the bench, bringing my feet up onto the seat, and wrapped my arms around my knees. I held one wrist with the other hand, creating a subtle yet tantalizing display. My slightly open bald pussy was on full display, and I could sense the second man’s gaze on me. His dick began to harden, and he tried to conceal it by placing his feet on the bench.

We sat there in silence, each of us staring at the other’s genitals. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my juices flowing out of my pussy. If it had been Jon, I would have been begging him to fuck me. However, this man’s hesitation and awkwardness only added to my excitement. Just as the moment was reaching a boiling point, Jon walked into the sauna, breaking the spell.

Jon sat down next to me, and after a minute or so, he turned to me and asked, “You look like you’re ready for a bit of fun, can I fuck you?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, please. I didn’t think anyone was going to ask me.” Jon’s eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up, moving in between me and the other man. He positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy, and with a swift motion, he entered me. We both came within a minute, and as Jon pulled out, he smiled and said, “Thanks, love.” He then walked out, leaving the other man staring at me in confusion.

Before the man could process what had just happened, I stood up and walked out of the sauna, feeling a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction. I headed to the shower, where I found Jon waiting for me, still smiling.

“Enjoy that, did you?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Meet me in the workout room in 10 minutes.” I smiled and replied, “Okay, I’ll be there.” As I walked out of the shower, I caught a glimpse of Jon sitting on a stool, his semi-erect dick lying on his legs. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

I decided to go for a swim before heading to the workout room. As I walked through the pool area, I spotted Jon waiting for me, a towel draped around his waist. We entered the workout room, and I started to try out the various machines. However, it wasn’t long before two men appeared, watching me as I jogged on the treadmill. My little tits bounced up and down, making my nipples hard, and I could sense their gazes on me. Jon motioned for me to keep going, and I continued to exercise, feeling a sense of freedom and abandon.

After a few minutes, Jon told me to stop, and I stepped off the treadmill, feeling exhilarated and sweaty. The two men had hardly broken a sweat, apart from their eyes and brains. I headed to the shower and then made my way to the bar, where I spotted Jon sitting on a stool. He told the bartender to get me a drink, and I walked up to him, thanking him loudly, as if we were strangers. We chatted quietly for a few minutes, and I told him about the man in the sauna who had shot his load at me. Jon laughed and asked me to point him out, but he was nowhere to be found.

From there, we headed to the sun loungers to watch some TV. Jon instructed me to lay on a sun lounger near the walkway, with my feet on the floor. He sat at the bottom of the sun lounger, with his back to the walkway, giving him a perfect view of my bald pussy and rings. As I lay there, he slipped his fingers into me, bringing me to two orgasms. I had to keep a smile on my face and pretend to be talking to Jon, all the while feeling a sense of excitement and abandon. It was surprising how many men walked through the room, their eyes fixed on me, and I could smell the aroma of an excited pussy.

As we lay there, three foreign teenage girls walked into the room, wearing bikinis. They seemed surprised to see me and Jon, and I got the impression that they weren’t aware that there would be naked people there. Jon told me to go and find them, and I walked over to their sun lounger, smiling and inviting them to take a closer look at my pussy.

I still remember the moment I stumbled upon them in the steam room, my legs spread apart as I sat across from them. Despite the steam, visibility was surprisingly good, and it wasn’t long before one of them caught my eye and whispered something to their friends. They were all staring at me, their conversations no doubt centered around my presence. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of them were getting turned on, their inner flames fueled by the heat of the moment.

When they left, they headed to the shower and then the Jacuzzi, a massive tub that seemed to accommodate at least 50 people. I made my way to find Jon and informed him of their whereabouts. He told me to join them and that he’d follow soon. I settled into the bubbles, trying to float on my back as Jon eventually joined me. He sat close, his eyes locked on mine, and indicated that he wanted me to move closer. I positioned myself on either side of him, my legs spread wide, and he pulled me down onto him. I knew exactly what was coming, and soon I felt his hardness fill me. He told me to relax, to let go, and he held my back, his hand cupping my breasts as they hovered just above the water’s surface.

The three girls and an older man from the other side of the Jacuzzi were all watching, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Jon’s hands moved in perfect sync, bouncing me up and down as he massaged my breast and nipple. It wasn’t long before I felt his release, and he lifted me off him. I hadn’t come, but I was still riding the wave of pleasure. Jon ignored me, and I wondered if the girls realized what had just transpired or if they thought he’d simply picked me up for a quickie.

When Jon left the Jacuzzi, I waited for a few minutes before searching for him. I found him in the seating area, and he told me it was time to leave. As we made our way to the changing rooms, I caught the eye of a man who was watching me, his gaze lingering on my body as I towel-dried and slipped into a dress. We headed back to the hotel, catching a tube and eventually making our way back to our room.

Once inside, Jon was disappointed to find the office building across the street empty. We showered and changed, and he took me out for a drink and a meal. He instructed me to wear the remote vibe, my black pencil dress, and nothing else. As we walked to the restaurant, he began to play with the remote, teasing me with subtle vibrations that left me breathless.

Just as I was about to order, Jon switched it on, and I let out a gasp. The waiter looked at me strangely, and I knew I’d been caught off guard. Throughout the meal, Jon continued to toy with the remote, bringing me close to orgasm whenever a waiter approached. I tried to focus on my meal, but it was impossible, given the constant hum of pleasure emanating from my body.

Before we ordered dessert, Jon told me to leave my napkin on the table, and I knew what was coming. The waiter’s face turned bright red as he caught sight of me, and I couldn’t help but smile and spread my legs slightly. The poor man was clearly turned on, and I knew Jon was enjoying the show.

It wasn’t until we were back in the lift, heading up to our room, that Jon finally took me over the edge. I gasped and held my stomach as I came, and I could sense the old couple in the lift staring at me in confusion. When we reached our room, Jon told me to take off my dress, and I walked in naked, feeling no shame or embarrassment.

As I woke up the next morning, I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. Jon was already awake, and he told me to open the window and let in some fresh air. As I struggled to open it, I caught the eye of some people in the office building across the street. They were watching me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Jon had set this up as some sort of game.

After about five minutes, I gave up on the window and went for a shower. When I emerged, I was surprised to find room service had arrived with a young girl carrying a trolley. She stared at me, her eyes wide with surprise, and I felt a sense of unease. Jon intervened, asking her if she’d seen a naked woman before, and she quickly apologized and left.

We slowly ate breakfast, Jon deciding what we’d do that day. He wanted to go shopping on Oxford Street, and I agreed, despite my reservations. As we walked through the crowded streets, I felt like a spectacle, with people staring at me from all directions. Jon bought me a couple of dresses, one of which was a tight, light blue number that hugged my curves in all the right places.

The second dress was a see-through net material with a flesh-colored slip underneath. Jon told me to add large holes to the slip and shorten it to barely cover my bum and pussy. I was hesitant at first, but he assured me it would be fun. As we navigated the crowded streets, I felt like a fish out of water, my dress and demeanor drawing attention from everyone around me.

We eventually made our way to the underground, where we were packed in like sardines. I was sandwiched between two rowdy youths, who began to grope me as the doors closed. I was trapped, my body pressed against theirs as they explored every inch of me. I was surprised when they got off at the next station, leaving me feeling wet and vulnerable.

Jon took me to a quieter part of town, where we visited a couple of unusual shops. One sold leather and rubber clothes, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill as I browsed the racks. Jon asked about bondage equipment, but the staff told us they only sold it through mail order. We left with a catalogue, and Jon seemed to be enjoying the excitement of the unknown.

The next shop we visited was a dress shop, where I reluctantly agreed to try on a few outfits. Jon instructed me to only half-close the curtain and give the man waiting outside a good show. I did as I was told, and Jon sat next to him, watching as I undressed and put on a series of revealing dresses. The man’s face was a picture of surprise and admiration, and I could sense Jon’s excitement as he coached me through each outfit.

I tried on a dress with holes big enough for Jon’s hand to fit through, and he made a point of demonstrating this to the couple waiting outside. I felt a sense of shame and excitement as I watched them watch me, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. As I walked out of the cubicle, Jon praised my appearance, and I couldn’t help but agree that the dress was eye-catching. The couple seemed to be enjoying the show as well, their faces a mixture of amusement and admiration.

I walked alongside Jon, my new tight, light blue dress hugging my body as the air danced across my skin. The thin, knitted material seemed to caress me with every step, leaving me feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. We had just finished breakfast and were heading to an arcade that Jon had discovered, with a couple of shops he wanted to visit.

As we walked, Jon told me to bend over, and I felt a slight surprise as the remote vibe was pushed into my pussy. It didn’t hurt, and my pussy seemed to be permanently damp and ready for action these days. Jon waited until we were on the underground before giving me a couple of bursts on the vibe. With all the people around, I had forgotten about it until it made me jump in my seat.

We walked through the arcade, passing by a variety of shops. When I was getting a bit bored in the second shop, Jon told me to go for a wander on my own and meet him at the entrance in half an hour. I strolled into a couple of shops and then wandered around the rest of the place. As I passed a toyshop, the vibe made me jump – it was on full throttle.

I looked around for Jon but couldn’t see him. The vibe was really doing its job, and I was coming to an orgasm quickly. I managed to walk to the side of the walkway and lean on the wall, but I was shaking as I came – first once, twice, three times, then a fourth time, all closely together. I could see people staring at me as my whole body trembled, and an oldish woman asked if I was all right. I just managed to say that I was and thanked her for her concern.

I was desperately looking around for Jon and think I had cum for the fifth time when I saw him walking towards me. “Please turn it off Master,” I pleaded with him, but he just looked blankly at me as if he hadn’t a clue what I was talking about.

“The vibe Master,” I said, trying to get his attention. He got the remote control out of his pocket and pressed the buttons, but it didn’t make any difference. Looking back, we must have looked a right sight with me shaking and fighting to stay on my feet, and Jon standing a couple of feet in front of me, pointing something at my pussy and saying, “it isn’t working.”

Eventually Jon realised what was happening and picked me up, carrying me out onto the street. I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my legs felt like jelly. I leaned against Jon, feeling grateful for his support.

I lay in bed, still recovering from the previous day’s events, when Jon told me that he thought the problem was the toyshop. He’d seen a kid playing with a remote-controlled car and it must have been on the same frequency. I was still covered in sweat, knackered, and my pussy juices were right down to my knees.

Jon had to help me walk back to the underground and then the hotel. I had a shower and lay on the bed for half an hour before I felt able to get ready to come home.

The train journey home was uneventful, apart from a lad of about 13 taking an interest in my legs. As I never cross my legs these days, Jon won’t let me, the lad might even have been able to see my pussy, the way he kept getting down onto the train floor with his little brother’s toy cars.

Shortly after we got home, Jon gave me the main part of my punishment for not keeping this journal up to date. I had been stripped off as soon as I got into the house, and no sooner than I had taken my dress off than Jon told me to go to the toilet then go and lay face down on the punishment bed.

I had been there for about 10 minutes wondering what Jon was going to do to me when he came in and told me to move the pillows to under my stomach. He then restrained my wrists and ankles to the corner posts and put a blindfold on me.

“I’m going to give you 20 strokes,” he said. “You’d better be ready.”

I didn’t have to wait long before I heard that ‘whoosh’ and felt the pain. Automatically I said, “One – thank you Master.” By the time I had said, “Five – thank you Master,” the tears were starting to swell in my eyes.

Jon was really going to hurt me, and as the tenth stroke landed, I let out a little scream. They were really hurting. There was a pause after the tenth stroke, and I heard Jon moving.

“I’m going to make you feel something else now,” he said.

My lips were already swollen and slightly open as the pain was causing me pleasure, but Jon opened them more and it wasn’t long before I realised that he was tying my lips open as wide as they would go using string through my little rings and then round my thighs.

Suddenly I realised that my open pussy was Jon’s next target. Number eleven landed right down the crack in my ass and pussy, and I screamed out loud before saying, “Eleven – thank you Master.”

By fifteen, my whole pussy was throbbing with pain and pleasure. It was number 19 that took me over the edge, and I was sweating something rotten as I uncontrollably shook violently.

I never did manage to say, “Nineteen – thank you Master.” I was starting to get control of myself again when number 20 landed, thankfully that was the last one, but I didn’t feel much. My whole backside and pussy were numb.

Before Jon left me, he got the big double-ended dildo and pushed it into me as far as it would go. Within minutes, I was asleep.

Week commencing April 26.

I woke up with a start and a feeling of emptiness to discover that Jon was just pulling the dildo out of me. As he released me, he asked me if I was okay and told me to take it slowly when I decided to get up.

He went off to work as the pain started as I moved my legs. When I made it to the bathroom, I saw that my backside had lots of deep red wheals all over it.

I jumped when I touched my open pussy and had to untie my pussy lips very slowly. I don’t know why, but I just had to play with my swollen, tender clit and bring myself off again.

I took it very easy that day and the next few. In fact, it was the Friday before I felt well enough to go to the supermarket.

Saturday, May 1.

A quiet weekend, really. Jon spotted an advert in the paper for a ‘Bar person,’ and when we went into town, we went to the pub and Jon got us a drink while I asked for the manager.

The job was for Friday and Saturday evening. He asked me if I normally dressed like I was (short dress) for work. When I said I did, he said, “Good, I like to cater for the younger drinkers on a weekend evening, and young attractive women wearing not a lot tends to keep the place crowded.”

He asked me if I could start the next Friday, and I said that I could and hoped that Jon would agree. He did.

Stayed at home for the rest of the day and went to bed early.

Sunday, May 2.

Jon got up very early to watch some motor racing and then spent the rest of the morning reading the papers.

The only exciting part of the day was when he came up behind me as I washed the dishes and fucked me.

Week commencing May 3.

It was a Bank Holiday on the Monday but we didn’t go anywhere or do anything exciting.

On the Tuesday, I got a card from the doctors asking me to go for a smear test on the Friday.

When I got there, the receptionist said that the nurse wasn’t available, and that the doctor would be taking it.

When my turn came, I went in and saw that it was the short, balding doctor that has a bit of an attitude problem.

There were 2 other people in with him, one man and one woman, both about my age. The doctor explained that they were students getting work experience and asked if I minded if they took the sample.

“Okay,” I said, “but I’m not wearing underwear.”

The doctor looked a little surprised when he turned round and saw me naked. “Healthy attitude,” he said, “climb on the examination table, please.”

As I swung my legs up and lay back, all 3 of them moved over to me, and the 2 students stood at my feet while the doctor stood beside me.

“A rectal examination first, I think,” the doctor said. “Turn over and get on your hands and knees, please.”

As I was doing so, I looked back between my open legs and saw the male student licking his lips.

“Turn over, please, and lift your legs into the stirrups,” the doctor said. “It’s time for the vaginal examination.”

As I did so, I saw that the eyes of the 2 students were firmly fixed on my pussy.

The male student had a bulge in his trousers. That turned me on a bit more, and when the doctor went to get some more lubrication cream for his new pair of gloves, the female student said, “I don’t think that you’ll need that, doctor.”

“I think you’re right,” the doctor said.

He had a little poke and pull at the rings in my lips and asked me if I had any problems with them.

When I said, “No,” he just started to push a finger into my hole.

He really did poke around in there for what seemed like ages and quite hard too. At the same time, he held his left hand on my stomach just above my pubic bone.

When he pulled his finger out, I felt an orgasm coming on.

“Take a good look at this,” the doctor said to the students. “It’s a perfect example of a large, engorged clitoris. The majority of women are not fortunate enough to have one.”

I surprised myself a bit as the doctor’s remarks were embarrassing me a bit. But a year with Jon had made me proud of my body and my sexual feelings.

“Right then,” the doctor said. “That’s the examination over with, wasn’t it bad, Miss Evans?”

I couldn’t say anything as he continued, “Now it’s time to get the smear test sample. You take it, Miss Johnson.”

Miss Johnson moved forward and picked up the stainless steel object.

Before I knew what was happening, the object was being pushed inside me.

The cold metal combined with the excitement of the doctor’s hands and Miss Johnson’s hand on my stomach was just too much for me.

I started to cum right there with the 3 of them looking at me.

As the doctor was very calm, the young man was getting embarrassed by the bulge in his trousers. He was moving his stomach in and out as if trying to hide it.

Right in the middle of me cumming, Miss Johnson jumped back and looked shocked.

“What was that?” she asked the doctor.

“What was what?” he replied.

“Some fluid just flew out of her vagina,” she said.

After a couple of seconds, the doctor said, “It’s perfectly normal, though not very common for a woman to have an orgasm when she is being examined by a doctor.”

As the orgasm subsided, I stayed flushed with the embarrassment.

The young student quickly opened my vagina with the ‘implement’ and took the sample.

Before I knew it, the doctor was telling me that I could climb down and get dressed.

The male student continued to stare at me as I got down and dressed, and I saw the female prod the male student and say “Peter!” to bring him out of his dream.

When I was dressed, the doctor thanked me again for letting the students take part and then told me not to worry about what happened.

He said that it was ‘quite normal.’ On the way home, my embarrassment turned to excitement, and I had to make myself cum again just as soon as I got in.

That evening was my first day in my new part-time job, and I asked Jon what I should wear.

“Wear your leather skirt and a tight T-shirt that quite comes down to your waist,” he said.

Jon drove me to the pub, and when the manager saw me, he said, “Very nice, that should pull the punters in.” It was then that I realised that he was looking at my breasts.

I had just come in from the cold, and my nipples were looking like thumb ends, pushing the thin T-shirt material out.

As the other staff arrived, I saw that most of them were girls dressed in very little, as well as a couple of men, both hunks with tight T-shirts showing off their muscles.

It didn’t take me long to get into things, and the time just flew by.

The bar was in a long straight line, and as I gazed around, the sound of cheering drew my attention. I caught a glimpse of a skirt flying up, revealing a thong beneath. The owner of the skirt hastily pulled it back down, looking slightly flustered. I didn’t think much of it until it happened again a bit later, this time with a different girl. I turned to the boss, who was standing beside me, and asked what was going on.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just a problem with a faulty valve on a compressed air tank,” he replied, his expression nonchalant. I was skeptical, wondering how an air tank would cause a skirt to fly up.

As the night wore on, I pushed the incident to the back of my mind, focusing on serving the patrons. Jon arrived just before closing time and drove me home, exhausted. “Go straight to bed,” he advised, but I had a nagging feeling that there was more to the evening’s events than met the eye.

Saturday, May 8

I donned a tight skirt and tank top for work that evening, expecting a busy night. The bar was indeed packed, and I dealt with a barrage of half-drunk youths trying to flirt with me. One of them made a bold move, sliding his hand up the inside of my leg to my… intimate area.

“Oh, you don’t have any knickers on,” he slurred to his friends, his eyes gleaming with excitement. I discreetly pulled away, my heart racing. Despite the initial shock, I couldn’t deny the thrill of the encounter.

As I collected glasses, I caught a glimpse of the ‘faulty valve’ in action. The boss’s eyes met mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t until the night was over that he explained the true purpose of the air tank.

“You see, it was designed that way,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. “We call it the ‘Marilyn Monroe effect.’ It’s all about creating a bit of excitement, a spectacle to draw in the crowd.” I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment, wondering how long it would be before I became the next ‘victim’ of the air tank.

Jon raised an eyebrow when I told him about the air tank, his expression a mixture of amusement and concern. “You’re not exactly the type to enjoy being the center of attention,” he said, his voice low and soothing.

Sunday, May 9

The day was uneventful, a welcome respite from the excitement of the previous night. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the air tank was waiting for its next victim, and I wondered if I would be the one to be caught in its ‘spectacle’.