A little preparation

Suzie hopped off the bathroom counter and turned towards the mirror, turning her back to Alyssa, but keeping eye contact on her pet. She grabbed a tube of red gloss lipstick and applied a generous amount to her lips. Peering into the mirror, Suzie appraised Alyssa's current form. “Well now you look much better. All clean and pretty in pink!”

Alyssa could clearly see the pink flesh on full display. All the vigorous scrubbing had not only sloughed away the dead skin, exposing the fresh, healthy dermis, but it had also brought her blood to the surface, adding some color to the creamy white skin

“Follow me.”

The command was simple; however Alyssa hesitated, still dripping wet, having no towel to dry off with. She watched helplessly as Suzie traipsed out of the bathroom, the view of her firm ass reflected in the mirror. With water droplets dripping lewdly off of her, Alyssa stepped out of the shower onto the tiled floor. The cold tiles, combined with the cold air conditioning had a knowing immediate effect on Alyssa. The shiver running throughout her body caused her skin to tighten as well as her nipples to harden, painfully so.

“I'm waiting,” Suzie called out, the sound of growing impatience not hidden.

Alyssa sensed that she should not displease the younger woman, and meekly walked out into the open area, wondering what lay in store for her. The feel of her feet on the soft carpet was the only soothing feeling Alyssa had when she saw Suzie standing next to the desk chair with her arms folded. Alyssa could not determine the look on her face, but was positive, that it was not one of pleasure. To make matters worse, the chair had been re-positioned from the desk, and placed on the far side of the bed, facing the large glass patio doors. The curtains were drawn open, and there in large letters drawn in red lipstick upon the window were the words, “FREE SHOW.” The words were written so that anyone on the outside could read it correctly.

Alyssa was acutely aware of what Suzie's intentions were. Suzie had this fascination with putting Alyssa's body on public display. Alyssa knew that she was treading in very serious waters, and her sensible brain was screaming for her to get out and far away in order to save her dignity. Yet, somewhere deep inside, she could feel a warmth beginning to spread throughout her, otherwise, cold body. Adventure and stimulation were beckoning her forward, while reasoning was holding her in place.

“Sit.”

Again, the command was simple; no option for discussion. Alyssa was immediately bombarded with flashbacks from her previous episode with Suzie and without thought or further hesitation, responded, “Yes Mistress.” She then crossed the distance and sat in the chair, facing the window, able to see a vague reflection of her nudity in the glass pane of the sliding door, leading out onto the patio. Embarrassing recollections of the voyeurs across the street suddenly filled her mind, wondering if they were, again enjoying the promoted show. The water had been quickly evaporating from her skin, yet she remained damp as she sat, noting that she was also quite damp between her legs, the warmth emanating from her core towards her increasingly excited pussy.

Suzie was pleased with Alyssa's submissive response, fearing there may still be reservations the elder woman harbored. “Well, my little pet,” she softly cooed, “I have another interesting night planned. First things first. We need to do your hair and makeup, pick out some appropriate attire, and then embark on our adventure.” Suzie took a quick glance at the naked submissive sitting in the chair. “I bet you're getting wet just thinking about what may happen tonight. You probably should masturbate a little now, just to take the edge off. Go ahead. Play with that pussy. Give our early audience a preview. Remember how excited you were, knowing there were other people watching you? Remember how excited they were watching you? It just makes you want to do it all again, doesn't it?”

Alyssa couldn't understand how the woman standing next to her could read her mind so well. Was she really an open book for all to read? Were her actions so predictable for all to know? Nevertheless, she couldn't stop her hands from moving along her thighs to her knees, displacing a few remaining water droplets as she did so. Gripping her knees tightly, she parted her legs, spreading herself wide, locking her feet on the outside the legs of the chair. Everything Suzie had said was true! She did remember, and it did make her want to do it again. She was immensely grateful for Suzie's permission, silently acknowledging that it was wise to 'take the edge off.' From her current position, Alyssa realized she couldn't see any voyeurs, but was well aware, they had an unobstructed view of her. Her hands drifted back and forth along her upper thighs before sinking to her inner thighs. It wasn't even a minute into the scene, when Alyssa's hand settled upon the swollen labia, her fingers tracing the outline of the petals.

“Ah! Not so fast my pet. Make it linger. I'm gonna get your hair and makeup stuff, I'll be right back. Remember, slow and easy, tease the audience, make them want more, and most importantly … DO NOT CUM … unless of course I say so!”

Alyssa slowed her pace, following the instructions of her Mistress. Rather than delving her finger into her already waiting core, she teased the petals, allowing them to become inflamed as blood continued rushing to the site of her manipulations. Drawing her finger upwards, she revealed the newly adorned golden ring and played with it for a few moments before returning to tracing the blossoming flower.

Suzie had retreated to the bathroom to gather the needed supplies. On her return trip, she stopped by the phone and placed a call. “Yes! I left a rather large bag with the front desk. Can you have someone bring it to room 813 please? Thank you.”

Alyssa was so lost in pleasuring herself that she barely registered the phone call made by her Mistress. It was only when Suzie returned to her side, was Alyssa reminded of her commanding presence. She still had not yet driven her finger into the dam, but there was a small puddle already forming on the wooden seat. Her chest was rising and falling as she continued to tease, not only herself, but her unseen audience as well.

“You just keep doing what you're doing, and I'll take care of your hair!” Suzie took a bottle of detangling conditioner and sprayed a more than generous amount upon the drying locks, giving it a wet look once again. Suzie massaged the oily substance into the scalp, kneading and finger-combing the lengths from roots to the ends. Satisfied with the effect, Suzie used a comb to rid Alyssa of the wild tousled look. It took several minutes, but Suzie finally managed to pull every single strand of hair off Alyssa's face and comb it back so that it draped down between her shoulder blades, over the back of the chair. Repeatedly, she ran the comb from root to end, ensuring there were no knots in her hair, Suzie grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of Alyssa's head, pulling back firmly, ensuring she had every stray hair captured, with the excess ponytail extending beyond her fist. Suzie kept readjusting her grip as she continually ran the comb over the scalp, teeth raking over the flesh, making sure the hair was pulled tight. Satisfied, she dropped the comb in Alyssa's lap and clamped a long, curved hair clip in place, tight against the scalp, seemingly molded to her skull. The effect was that Alyssa now had a full mane of locks extending from the back, but from the front, every single hair was slicked back, fully exposing her face.

“Such a pretty pet. Go ahead and play with that, while I continue!”

It felt good to have her Mistress caressing and tending to her hair, while Alyssa busied herself idly running fingers over her honey-coated petals, occasionally flicking the golden ring perched atop the opening. Images of female hands caressing her naked flesh, worshiping her body, floated in and out of her mind while she only half-focused on the reflection in the glass pane, careless of any onlookers that she had acquired. She had long stopped performing for an audience, only focused on the slow, simmering boil churning from deep within. Alyssa fleetingly felt as if she had mastered the art of balancing exquisite pleasure against the need to orgasm. However, when Suzie had grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged back sharply, Alyssa's heart skipped a beat and the seesaw was tipping quickly towards orgasm. Once again, pain and pleasure were fighting for control, and Alyssa was losing the needed focus. Luckily, Alyssa managed to grip the golden ring extending from her clit and tugged sharply, replacing the flooding pleasure sensors with pain, in an effort to stave off the climactic waves building within. She bit her lower lip, nearly drawing blood and closed her eyes tightly until the waves subsided and ebbed back out to sea.

Now with the comb in her hand, Alyssa wasn't sure how she was to 'play' with that. Nor, was she sure what Suzie had planned next. Having her hair pulled back tightly wasn't a new experience for Alyssa, as she usually wore her hair in a tight bun while teaching. Sitting naked in front of a glass pane window, however, was not something she thought she could get accustomed to. Now with the comb in right hand, she twirled it examining it, while her left continued to explore her exposed and fully flowered fuck-hole. Examining the teeth of the comb, Alyssa quickly decided that she may be able to delay her orgasm by returning to teasing maneuvers, while adding a bit of pain in the process. Grabbing the comb firmly by the handle, she reached toward her right knee and drew deep lines across her upper thigh, leaving cat-like scratches on her pale pink flesh. She repeated the process on the left thigh and then returned to the right inner thigh before doing the same with the left inner thigh, dragging the comb ever so near to her inflamed sex. Alyssa then retraced the raised welts on her thighs with feather-light strokes in the opposite direction.

Suzie smiled broadly, proud at her submissive's creative use of the comb. Her self inflicted mix of pain and pleasure was destined to keep her at the zenith of sexual excitement, yet keeping her from spilling over the edge. This is where Suzie intended to keep her during the evening. She took some hair spray and applied a generous amount to the scalp, maintaining the 'wet' look, while 'gluing' the hair in place. Retrieving a large brush, Suzie began teasing the ponytail. She added some mousse and continually fluffed the excess until it hung long and full. When she was satisfied with the style, she swapped the brush with the comb.

“Here you go my pet. I'm sure you can make better use of this!”

Suzie was very happy with the creature she was creating. From the front, she looked very prim and proper, but had the appearance of a wild child from the rear, with the wildly tossed mane hanging down. Suzie was also tickled that her pet didn't require any detailed instructions. Alyssa had taken the brush and after only a few teasing strokes with the bristles, had maneuvered the handle into her excited entrance. It was nowhere near the size of any appreciable cock, but it was hard and long enough. She wasn't fucking herself with the brush, for fear she might cum unexpectedly. Rather, she took her time easing it in until it was fully seated, let it sit for a few seconds wrapping her muscles around it before slowly sliding it out. The puddle on the seat was growing increasingly larger. Suzie took a quick moment to notice that her advertisement had indeed drawn quite an audience from the hotel across the street. It appeared that either Alyssa hadn't noticed, or simply didn't care. Suzie was about to address that issue!

“You look so beautiful, fucking your pussy with that brush,” Suzie whispered in Alyssa's ear, causing a shudder to ripple throughout. “If you're a good pet, I just may let you cum,” she teased. “But first, I have a little something for you.”

Suzie produced a leather blindfold and placed it firmly over Alyssa's closed eyes, nestling the molded nose-piece over the bridge of her nose. There were two straps on either side, which Suzie artfully criss-crossed running the strands under the hair clip. After tying them off, there was no chance that the mask would slip off on its own accord.

Alyssa had remained motionless while her Mistress applied the blindfold, sealing her in total blackness indefinitely. Her hands, however, never stopped attending her needy cunt, slowly pistoning and twisting the brush handle to its full extent. Her eyes had been closed anyway, so the blindness did not affect her, until her Mistress leaned in her ear and hotly reminded her of the large audience that had gathered across the street. She shuddered at the realization that she had been so mindlessly, publicly wanton, submitting not only to Suzie, but to her own body also. She was grateful for the distraction invading her pussy, concentrating on the pleasure it was providing, blocking out all other stimuli. She did, however, find it difficult to control her breathing while her Mistress applied what felt like layers and layers of lipstick upon her parched lips, which was followed by layers and layers of lip gloss, undoubtedly making her lips glistening wet.

What happened next, totally broke every ounce of euphoria that Alyssa was feeling. She was shaken to the core, the waves of climax totally stilled. The knock at the door and the announcement of the arrival of Suzie's garment bag had Alyssa shaking uncontrollably. The brush had been pulled from within the clutches of her pussy and lay on the seat between her splayed legs. The gruff male voice, was not one she recognized.

“Are you going to answer the door, or should I,” Suzie inquired.