To the Theatre

Clara had never felt more alive than she did right now. She was wearing nothing at all under the red party dress, and what before had seemed so conservative now felt so very revealing. Her breasts nestled against the fabric of the dress, her nipples pressing uncomfortably into it due to her own arousal. At the same time, she had to fight the urge to cross her legs or close her thighs as every blast of wind that got under her skirt made her shiver with secret delight and terror.

As she had said to Alex, she'd done this before a few times, usually only on her own, though. Never with anyone she actually knew. Walking around without panties on had been one of the things she had done when she first started to realise her nature. It had felt weird at first, a way for her to feel totally naked without actually taking most of her clothes off. She remembered how she had used to do it, wearing her skirt and top, but taking off her bra and panties. It had been just after her eighteenth birthday when she had first done it seriously. She'd taken a walk around their little town with just her skirt and top on, her breasts and her lower self both bare. It had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done, even though she had enjoyed it so much. She'd felt lost almost, her legs locking up, refusing to move. She'd blushed every time someone had walked passed.

She had imagined that she was being blackmailed. That was one of her favourite fantasies. The idea of being blackmailed, left powerless and helpless turned her on a great deal. She suspected it tied into the same thing as her desire to be a slave, like part of her simply loved being powerless in the face of someone else. Knowing they could use her body whenever they wanted, and she didn't get a say in the matter. It made a tiny little part of her ache with lust.

So, she had pretended that she was being blackmailed. That one of her rivals had gotten a picture of her somehow, or even that it was a total stranger, and now they were probing her to see how far she would actually go. She liked to go to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, watching it intently as she stripped down, baring herself to herself. Imagining that the reflection was her rival, mocking her as she was forced to undress in the school bathroom.

''But what if someone comes in?'' She imagined herself asking.

''Then you'd better hope they're a boy or a lesbian.'' The rival sneered back. ''Otherwise, I don't know how you'll keep them quiet.''

She had loved that feeling, walking without her underwear, knowing that everyone she passed was simply seeing her as she usually was. She had felt so dirty and shameful, yet at the same time so very aroused that she could feel herself getting wet, her lower lips moistening with desire. That of course had only made it worse. By the time she was back in her own home, Clara was often utterly soaking, and would retire to the bathroom for a continuation of the fantasy. There, she would turn on the shower and the bath, so the sound of water echoed through the room, and imagine that the rival or the stranger had finally cornered her.

_''If you want the pictures deleted, you have to play along.'' They'd say in her mind. ''Take your clothes off, all of them, and then touch yourself.''_

She had. Stripping off her flimsy top, kicking away her skirt, she had stood naked before the mirror. She'd observed her body, her face flushed with desire, her pussy wet and her labia engorged. She imagined what she must look like to someone else, if they had come in at that moment. Then, she would sit down and spread her legs, masturbating in front of the mirror so that she could see every moment of it, every shameful second reflected back at her. As the water pounced and poured, she would touch herself, until she reached climax. Then, she would stop, sometimes. Sometimes, though, she would keep going, pushing herself further. After all, she reasoned, some blackmailer wouldn't care if she didn't want to continue, would they? They'd only want to humiliate her, so they'd tell her to keep going, no matter how much she begged to stop...

Sometimes, she took a different approach. She would masturbate right up to the brink, and then stop, forcing her hands away as her body screamed at her to finish. As her pussy burned to continue. Shuddering with want and desire, she would twist and writhe, letting the ruined orgasm wash through her, filling her with frustration. She imagined that was a punishment for when she had done something bad. Sometimes, she would do this several times in a row, and build it into her fantasy as some grand punishment for an attempt to escape.

That was what it felt like when she did it alone, but with Alex at her side, it felt so very different. She felt even more naked and humiliated, yet at the same time, he was a reassuring presence. She gulped, nervous and tense, but pressed onward. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she could feel her inner thighs growing wet with her arousal, but she did not stop even as she felt her face becoming red with humiliation. The feeling of her collar was stronger than she had thought, outside, in the view of everyone else, it became much harder to ignore. It closed around her neck, constricting her breathing only very slightly. But enough that she could not ignore it, could not forget that it was there. She regarded it with a mix of awe and terror. Awe in that she was finally here, finally doing what she had always wanted to do, and terror because she could not believe that she was. Anyone could see it, anyone could find out what they were doing. If the wind blew her skirt up, or someone realised she wasn't wearing a bra, or recognised the collar. Anything could happen, and it was out of her hands, she felt at once both aroused and yet so helpless. It was what she had always wanted, and yet it was so real, so solid. She was living her fantasies, and finding that no matter how vivid her imagination, it simply did not compare to the real thing.

She trembled a little, but Alex was a firm presence at her side. He was confident, assured, and he lit the fires of her own desire. As humanity had proved again and again, there is little that a man or woman will not do if they are horny enough, so she kept going. Tried to look confident, tried to walk like nothing was different. Each time she took a step, she felt like she was exposing herself, and every time someone looked at her in the street, she froze up a little on the inside. Her body felt a little cold, and she wasn't sure if this was because of the cold weather, the lack of underwear, or her own anticipation giving her the shivers.

Her skin tingled as she walked down the street, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other. Her heart hammered in her chest, so loudly that she felt everyone must surely hear it. Her gut twisted with nerves, and a light flare of colour played across her cheeks.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Clara muttered to herself after some walking. The couple had by now left Alex's house. It was early in the day, and the streets were not as crowded as they might otherwise have been, but they were still crowded enough for people to walk passed them regularly. Each time, Clara would feel her breathing speeding up, her nerves quailing as she felt for sure that this person must be the one to spot what they were doing, to see through their game. They never were, and Alex would squeeze her hand a little, reassuring her that he was at her side.

All in all, the trip was more real and more invigorating than anything she had felt before. By the time they approached the movie theatre, Clara was a little unsteady on her feet, arousal and tension both working to lame her. She could feel the sticky wetness of her own desire plastered across her lower self and inner thighs, so that if anyone caught even the briefest glimpse of her under the skirt, they would know for sure just how much she was enjoying this. That thought did little to calm her down, though. In fact, it only made the tingling want that spread through her lower self spike harder. The feeling that she was on the verge of being discovered was an aphrodisiac beyond compare.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity of torment, they arrived at the movie theatre. A large circular building, one of the bigger ones of its kind in the city. It boasted many screens, according to the signs outside, and displayed proudly a police style lineup of faces to showcase the movies currently being played. The building was modern looking and sleek, bare metal and polished stone were in great number. The doors was automatic, sliding apart to permit one inside, and within the central lobby there were places to buy all manner of food before splitting off into dozens of snaking corridors that headed towards the many screens.

Clara gave a sigh of relief as they reached their destination. Walking this far had been harder than she had expected with every passer by making her jumpy and excited. She would never have believed she could become so aroused with so little direct stimulation. The feelings of helplessness that had affected her had been potent and powerful, and so she had struggled with the growing desire as she had walked. Her pussy tingled gently with wanton sensation, the urge to stroke it, touch it, to feel the spreading ecstasy that it promised was difficult to ignore.

The two paused just outside of the theatre.

"You're doing really well, Clara." Alex said smoothly. "Really well, I am very impressed."

She shot him a mock glare.

"I'd hope you'd be more than impressed, Alex. I had hoped you would actually do something."

He chuckled.

"Eager, aren't you?"

"Well, master, I have to admit it was a bit of a strain to get this far. If you imagine someone constantly stroking you just gently enough that it didn't really lead to anything, but so persistently that you could not ignore it either, that's about what I am feeling right now.

Clara felt Alex's hands on her shoulders as he moved behind her, his fingers gently splayed, digging into her flesh slightly.

"You are are pretty tense." He agreed. "Is it really that bad?"

Clara sighed, enjoying the feeling of his hands, his fingers gently messaging her shoulders. The closeness of his body sent a tingle running through her own.

"This is sort of my kink, Alex..." She said slowly. "I've done it before, but never with anyone actually knowing. Doing it with you here has been...uh, a lot more invigorating than I thought it would be."

She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping that Alex would take the hint, his hand travelling slowly down her body, parting her skirt and brushing her sex. The thought made her shiver, biting her lower lip slightly. She didn't care that people might see, not at that moment. She just wanted him to touch her.

Alex shook his head, almost reading her thoughts.

"Sorry, Clara, but this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? How punishing would it be if I just let you have what you wanted right now?"

He leaned in, his face close to her own, his hair falling across her cheek. His hot breath played against her neck as she turned, sensing the lust in his own eyes, and the desire that was racing through him as well. She realised that he wanted to touch her just as much as she wanted him to, but he had not yet. He was sticking to his word, this was a punishment for losing their game, and how much of a punishment would it be if she had too much fun before he had made his point? That was the thing about being a slave, wasn't it? You didn't get to choose.

Alex kissed her for a moment, but only briefly, then he broke it, stepping back, a look of confidence settling over his face quickly again.

"You made your choice when you agreed to be a romantic slave. If you just wanted to be used, you could have been a sex slave instead. If you had, we wouldn't be here right now, would we?"

"N-no..." She said. "I suppose not, master. I'd be naked at the house, wouldn't I?"

"Probably." Alex said.

"And maybe tied to something..." Clara went on. "To some machine perhaps. Or a frame with my hands bound and my legs spread. I'd be soaking, you know. Gasping for air as you played with me. My chest rising and falling, heaving really. My nipples would be so hard that you could not mistake it. Maybe you'd be watching, or maybe I'd be pleasuring you, or maybe you would just be taking me right now. Can you imagine what that would be like? I'd be utterly helpless, and you could be doing anything you want to me..."

As she spoke, Clara could see the bulge in Alex's pants growing slowly. She smirked as he realised what she was doing.

"You're teasing me." He said to her.

She grinned.

"Well, it's not fair that I be the only one who should be frustrated, master. If you're going to tease me about what could have been... well, I can do the same."