You, standing at your front door, just looking. I stand nervously in my almost-ridiculous outfit. Bare legs with a bit of material round my waist that is only a token gesture of even a very short skirt and though you can't see my behind yet, you know that it won't cover the edge of my buttocks, not even while standing. My blouse white, it could be innocent and virginal if it wasn't for the fact that only the one button in the middle is closed and the see-through material doesn't really hide the fact that I'm not wearing a bra either. Its hot, and even the short walk from the taxi to your door brings a light sheen to my chest, making the shirt cling all the more and attract a lot of attention, not all of it admiring.
I can't hold your stare and look down, blushing in spite of myself as you stare at my very obviously erect nipples which are now pushing through the thin cloth, begging to be touched. But not yet. Still you don't say anything so I take the initiative, trying to inject some normality into my voice; 'Well, aren't you going to let me in?' I manage a bold smile, just. It was not said in a very aggressive way, but still it was obviously too bad mannered for you as I soon learn from the hard smack across my face which makes my skin burn and my eyes water.
The noise is very loud in my ears and I look round quickly to see who noticed the tart who was still standing in the hall, half naked. Lucky for me there's no one there but you note my glance with amusement. You don't seem angry at my words, only interested in what my reaction might be. I know better to say anything now but you see my chest heave with a mixture of desire, excitement, fear.
Your hand reaches out between my legs, deliberately brutal, showing me that I'm yours, that you can so easily do this. So different from the polite 'do you mind if I touch you's and hesitant shaky hands that I am so accustomed to. I gasp as your thumb brushes over my clit, as you probe my soaking pussy deeply with your finger. Almost involuntarily I push against your hand, aching already for release. I see you almost smirk as I confirm everything about me that I have been trying to deny for so long.
'Kneel for your Master, slut.' The words were softly spoken, but there was no doubt in either of us that is was a command. I gasp, not expecting such words so soon, although who knows, you had never given me any reason to think other wise, and that is why I was here after all.
I glance around once more. 'What, here?' You here the incredibility in my tone and can see the panic and resentment in my eyes. It amuses you. You rip the one remaining button off my shirt and pull it off before I can defend myself.
'You can always, of course, walk home naked.' You seem in no hurry despite the fact that there are voices coming closer from the stairwell. I give you a look of resentment and pleading, which alters nothing as I knew it wouldn't. Slowly I get down on my knees, head down, too embarrassed to look at you. You give me your cunt soaked fingers to suck and I instinctively turn my head away. Another ringing slap, harder this time, as well as a hand tearing at my hair and a knee hard under my chin changes my mind. I suck your fingers obediently, tasting my desire on you.
'From now on you will crawl unless I say otherwise. Won't you come in, PeggySue.' Your polite tone making a mockery of your manners. I don't hesitate as I crawl forward on my hands and knees, the strangers passing your door getting a full view of my completely bare ass before you finally shut the door.