The ordeal continues

She drives. I am sat there in a dress with my cum seeping through my dress. I am in a right state. I sit there silently, panicking and in a state of dread. The look on my wife's face keeps replaying in my mind. I have no idea what I am going to say to her.

To my surprise we drive out of the centre to an area full of office buildings, and into a car park. As far as I am aware there are no hotels near here, so my confusion and trepidation mounts but I dare not say anything to Rachel.

She drives up the ramps, going ever higher into the car park. At floor 6 there are empty spaces which she drives past, and we keep going up. At 8 the floor is basically empty, but we keep going. We get to floor 11 and she drives to the far end and parks in the second last spot from the end wall.

She makes a show of turning off the ignition and turning to face me "Get out"

I look at her dumbstruck. She turns her phone to show me a picture - it is me, in the dress coming out of the restaurant. "I am going to count to three, and then send this to everyone I know, including your family and people you work with. One..." My hand is on the door handle and I get out, now in the spot between the car and the wall, the car offering me some limited sense of protection from prying eyes. Instinctively I am crouching down.

I hear the central locking on the car and realise I am trapped - in public. She lowers the window slightly so I can hear her speak. "You are going to do exactly what I say, or... I will drive off and you can make your own way home... or get arrested in the attempt. Do you understand:

"Yes Mistress"

"Good, now pose for me" holding up the camera ready to take a photograph. I do, striking a ridiculous pose which in mo way can be construed as sexy - I look ridiculous.

For the next 5 minutes I am instructed on how to pose, to show off my bum, to lift the front of the skirt and show my cum drenched panties, even to attempt to wank my cock, which stays resolutely soft. By the end she must have 50 pictures of me. I see her fiddling with her phone and know she is uploading the pictures to the cloud. I am so fucked.

"You can get in" the doors unlocking. I get in, looking at her with pleading eyes. "You belong to me now. I have complete control over you. Do you understand?" I nod "Yes Mistress"

"Good. I don't need to explain the consequences of non-compliance do I?"

"No Mistress"

She reaches over to my face and cups my chin with her hand and smiles what might be deemed a friendly smile in different circumstances. "You are going to help me. You may even enjoy some of it, but you ARE going to help me. I have been trying to persuade your wife to cuckold you and dominate you for months and she is only just about getting there because she loves you and is worried about you wanting and accepting it. She doesn't want you two to break up over a fantasy." She pauses for acknowledgement. I nod again. "You are going to encourage her to dominate you. Everything she does to you, you will tell her it turns you on and you want her to continue. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress"

A wider smile now "And if you are good, I will dominate you as well. We will have our own sessions as a reward for your obedience"

Despite the circumstances, there was a part of me that found that a turn on. I need to have a serious conversation with myself to get a grip. "one last thing. If you tell Helen about this, about 'us' I publish the pictures, understand"

"Yes Mistress. But Mistress, what am I going to tell Helen about today"

"Simple" grinning like a Cheshire Cat now "you tell her it turned you on to dress like that in a public place and you were doing it for the thrill"

I look at her agog. She starts the engine and drives me home. All the time my head in whirlwind of emotions and concerns. Surprisingly, the fact that she might be fucking that guy was not one of them.