The Limousine by N.T. Morley

card with her name on it.
“Put on the collar,” said the Master. “It shows that you’re my slave.”
Brenda obeyed, but her eyes were fixed on the credit card.
“The card’s all yours,” said the Master. “I want you to take it and buy yourself the most lavish, sexiest lingerie you can find. As many outfits as you want. A dozen, two dozen, three dozen. Believe me, if you follow my commands, I’ll give you the opportunity to wear every single one of them.”
Brenda felt the presence of the collar around her throat, defining her as a slave to her beloved Master. She had never even met this guy yet, and she was ready to pledge fealty to him. Well, it was all a game, right?
“I want you to make a videotape with the camera. Take the dildo. Make a videotape and bring it to me so I can see what it is you like to do to yourself when you’re alone.”
“Yes, Master,” said Brenda. The idea of making a videotape for him scared her a little but turned her on.
“Now we’re almost back to your apartment,” said the Master. “Put on what clothes I’ve given you. The driver is going to drop you off several blocks away. I want you to walk home slowly. You’ll be watched. Don’t worry, the driver will follow you home to make sure you’re safe. But I want you to show yourself to whoever is on the street.”
Brenda was frightened, but somehow she felt instinctively that the Master would never allow her to be hurt. And as much as she wouldn’t have admitted it before tonight, she wanted to be a brazen exhibitionist. Nothing turned her on more. The thought of walking home dressed like this, but being absolutely safe, excited her that much more because it made her feel incredibly powerful. Perhaps the Master had expected that. Brenda put on the G-string and the coat, put the dildo and video camera into the suitcase, slipped the credit card into the waistband of her G-string. She buttoned up the coat. The limousine pulled over and the door unlocked automatically.
“Goodbye, Brenda. I’ll call you for another appointment. Alright?”
“Yes, Master,” said Brenda, and stepped out of the limousine.
Outside, there wasn’t much street traffic, but there were a few businesses still open, and as Brenda walked down the street she was aware that many eyes were on her. Certainly she would be mistaken for a prostitute in this neighborhood, though in this coat it would be a high-class one. The limousine followed her, even as the occasional whistle went up from the doorway of a bar. Brenda felt the Master’s presence, protecting her. And then she was at her apartment building, letting herself in, and she knew that she was safe and would soon be in her bed. And she knew, also, that once she would be in her bed she would be anything but idle, despite the orgasm she had had so recently. In her excitement from the walk, Brenda could hardly wait to be alone with herself.
Brenda entered the apartment half expecting to find Kristi engaged in loud sex with yet another boyfriend. But instead she was asleep, with the door to her bedroom opened a crack. It was still uncomfortably warm, and Brenda could see Kristi stretched out on the sheets, the blanket tossed aside. Kristi was wearing a cranberry-colored camisole and loose matching tap pants. She looked beautiful in the moonlight like that. Brenda wanted to slip into her bedroom and curl up next to her. Instead, Brenda went into her own bedroom, set down the suitcase and took off the coat.
She left her high-heels on as she looked at herself in the mirror. She went to take off the collar, but then as she looked at herself she decided she liked the look and feel of it. It was the sign of submission to the Master, and it turned her on to be wearing it. So she left the collar on as she ran her hands over her body. She felt more exquisitely naked even than the last time, and the smoothness of her shaved crotch in the plunging “V” of the G-string accentuated it. She realized that she still had