Showcasing Belle

“I have an idea for easing into the BDSM stuff,” I said.

Dressing your sub is always a good idea. Take control of their body in little ways and let her get used to you making all her decisions for her, even about what they wear.

After the first time we had sex, we took a shower together and decided to take a trip to the mall. I’d asked her to bring her sluttiest clothes for the weekend. Even this sexually liberated version of Belle was still pretty modest, by modern standards. Fortunately I have a wardrobe full of lingerie and slutty clothes for my girls.

I dressed her in a thong, a short skirt that just barely covered her ass, and a crop top that a blind man could see through. No bra. Her perky tits were plainly visible through the white fabric, which said “Shared Slut” in small pink letters on the front. I told her to put her hair up in two pigtails and wear a dog collar around her neck that said “Free Use”.

Still, she hardly stood out from the way normal gen-z girls were dressed. Of course, for her it was very revealing clothing. She was wearing floor-length skirts just over a year ago.

“What does ‘free use’ mean?” She asked.

“It means anyone can touch you. If anyone at all wants to fuck you or grope you, you just accept it as normal. You welcome the attention.”

“And…do…people generally know what that means?”

“No one is actually going to touch you,” I laughed. “Well, I guess it’s possible that someone will grope your ass or tits, but it’s really not likely.”

We drove to the mall, my hand grasping her thigh the whole drive.

I pulled my cock out of my shorts.

“Suck,” I commanded. She obeyed, leaning over and giving me head as I pressed the gas pedal. I reached my hand hand over and grabbed her ass, running my middle finger along the edge of her pussy. She was wet. Good girl. I pushed the thong to one side and penetrated her. I could not get over how tight she was. Even my one finger was snug in her pink hole. Practically a virgin.

She bobbed up and down on my cock, fondling my balls as I pulled into a parking spot.

“Stop,” I told her. “Be my cockwarmer.”

“Mhmwhmer?” She asked.

“Just hold my dick in your mouth without moving. You’re my cockwarmer now.”

I put the car in park and looked down. She looked back up at me innocently and I smiled.

“Okay, good girl,” I said. “Sit up.”

She obliged, wiping her lips with her forearm. I looked side to side, making sure the coast was clear.

I couldn’t resist.

“Get in the back.”

I got out of the car and into the backseat as she crawled between the driver and passenger seat. She was still on her knees in the backseat, and I grabbed her waist, pulling her towards me. I pinned her legs down against my torso, folding her in half so her naked ass was sticking straight up in the air, pointed at my face. I licked her pussy from behind and she squealed. I did it again and again and **** my tongue down her pussyhole. She needed to be nice and wet. She grabbed my dangling cock and stroked while I lubed her up.

I dropped her down to her knees, bent over in front of me. Her tiny skirt was resting above her hips. I slowly pressed the head of my dick inside her. I could see her reflection in the window and her mouth dropped open in shock and pain. I pressed further. She covered her mouth with one hand. I grabbed her hips. This wasn’t for her pleasure. She was my cocksleeve.

I had to really **** my cock into her. I was on the verge of giving up when it finally slipped in. I buried it deep inside her pussy.

I fucked her. I really fucked her. I pounded her ass with no mercy until she screamed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathed. “You’re…so…fucking…tight!!!!” I cried out in pleasure as she cried out in pain.

I let my cock soften a bit before pulling it out. She tensed up as I did, letting out one last small cry as it finally slipped out. Cum dripped out of her, making a loud spurting noise as it did.

“Fuck,” she said, embarrassed. She looked back at me, her face red.

“That’s normal,” I laughed.

She adjusted her position, sitting sideways on the backseat, causing another embarrassing sound.

“Fuck!” She said again, laughing, her face reddening further.

She looked even hotter when she was humiliated.

I grabbed her chin. “You were a good girl just then,” I told her. “I get to have you whenever I want, whenever I want. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she took my thumb in her mouth. “Daddy gets to use me whenever he wants.”

“Good girl.” I gave her cheek a gentle slap. “Pull your panties on. You’re going to walk around with my cum inside you.”

She stood up outside the car, cum dripping down her thigh.

“Let’s go.”

She looked nervous.

“No one knows you here,” I reassured her, putting on my sunglasses. She nodded and followed me into the mall.

The building was crowded with shoppers. She turned a lot of heads, but no one stared for long. I caught a couple men stealing second and third glances, but no one was bold enough to take out their phone, let alone speak to her.

I’d been sneaking photos of her as we walked from store to store. I got the feeling she might be a bit camera-shy, so I tried to keep it subtle. Finally, she caught me taking a picture as she bent over, pretending to look at some clothes on a shelf. I saw the panic in her eyes.

“What?” I asked, playing dumb.

“You’re taking pictures?” She asked.

And videos, I thought to myself.

“Just a few!” I said. “Just for me, obviously,” I lied.

She nodded but still looked nervous.

“I didn’t hear a ‘sir’ after that.” I said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t forget who’s in control, bitch. You do what I say. You are mine.”

She looked up at me with her innocent eyes, the smallest hint of defiance glimmering behind her gaze.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now go bend over in that aisle. Look at the bottom shelf.”

I took a picture of her cum-stained thong as she obeyed, exposing her ass to everyone in the store.

We went to get some coffee in the mall’s cafe. She sat close to me, spreading her legs seductively. Men leered at her breasts as they walked by, and she smiled at them. God, she was sexy. I didn’t even need to tell her to do that.

“Alright, slut,” I said, downing the last of my drink. “Let’s go home.”

We stood up as a dad pushing a stroller walked in our direction.

“But first,” I said, “Flash your tits at him.”

She smiled and turned towards the man, pulling up her shirt. The man raised eyebrows in surprise and she giggled. He smiled at her.

"Good girl,” I said.