Admission Price Ch. 05

Chapter Five

The next two days at work sped by and Zara constantly repeated in her head the fact that she wasn't going to the meeting in the park. Just because the clamps had enabled her to have another mind-blowing orgasm didn't mean that she should turn up and let some faceless person do whatever he wanted with her. The thought was strangely exciting though and she could not deny the subtle shivers of pleasure that swept through her when she did think about being out in the open, waiting for some man to arrive. It was not to be though and she resolutely placed the clamps out of sight in her chest of drawers, resisting the temptation to play with them once more.

Saturday was sunny; a bright blue sky heralding a hot day when Zara woke up. After breakfast, she dressed in an old pair of shorts and a loose shirt, donned a hat and headed into her garden, determined to keep herself occupied throughout the day. Weeding the beds and then pulling the infernal little plants from between the cracks of the path took her ages and made her back ache but she forced herself to get the mower out of the shed and then cut the back lawn. Lunch was a sandwich and a cool drink and then she cut the front lawn, wishing that she had a man around so that he could do it for her. After all, they had to have some uses in life, didn't they?

Some shopping therapy was required after all her hard work so she slipped into a dress and walked down to the shopping centre, blushing as she passed the cinema. Would she ever sit in the pictures again without thinking about the other day? The lingerie department exerted its magnetic pull over her and she found herself browsing through the silken undergarments, eventually purchasing a new brassiere and panties along with several sets of stockings. It was only when she left the shop that she wondered why she was purchasing such things when no man apart from her doctor ever saw them! Unless... No, she wasn't going and that was final, Zara told herself angrily as she walked back home, bag swinging by her side like a pendulum.

Despite her protestations, Zara kept one eye on the clock during the rest of the afternoon. The hands crawled round as she did a few little jobs around the house before she stopped work to have a ready meal that she had bought during her shopping trip. Might as well try on my new lingerie, she thought once she had cleared up and so she climbed the stairs and took the silken scraps out of the bag and laid them on the bed. Deciding to have a shower so that she would have a clean body to put inside the beautiful garments, Zara stripped off and stepped into the cubicle, turning the temperature gauge down until the water was quite cold. She took her razor with her and shaved under her arms then down her legs before contemplating her bush. It was a bit hairy, like something out of a seventies porn film, and so she trimmed it, getting quite turned on as the curls dropped away to the bottom of the shower tray and revealed more and more of her pink pussy lips.

After drying herself thoroughly and spraying deodorant under her arms, Zara wandered back into the bedroom and picked up a red lace bra and knickers set. She slipped it on then stared at her reflection in the mirror approvingly. A good buy but it would look better with stockings, she decided. Rolling black patterned hold ups up her slim legs, she posed again and nodded. Perfect! Any red-blooded man would go crazy if he could see her now. If only there was one! But there could be, the nagging little voice murmured deep inside her mind and she swallowed, throat going dry as she wondered if she was brave enough. I'm all dressed up to thrill, Zara thought and her blue eyes flickered over to the chest of drawers and before she knew it, she was pulling out the chain and its attached clamps.

Attaching them lightly to her nipples and letting the ends dangle down her stomach, Zara slipped a thin blouse on while she considered whether she would clip the other clamps on to her pussy folds or not. Perhaps it would hurt when she walked? Or perhaps it would be exciting? Excitement won the day and she slipped her knickers down and screwed the metal jaws on, eyes widening as she felt them bite gently into her soft and vulnerable flesh. She pulled her panties back up then slipped a short skirt on and faced the mirror once more. There was nothing to see at all. To all intents and purposes, she was just going to be a woman going for a stroll on a lovely summer evening. Nobody would know that she was wearing such a bizarre thing under her clothes. That thought aroused her and she felt the tiniest trickle of lust seeping out of her quim and into the silken gusset of her knickers as she walked down the stairs and started to search for her sunglasses.

She eventually found them at the back of one of the drawers and she slipped them on then back off immediately, finding the loss of vision disconcerting. What if she wore a pair of her own sunglasses? Then she would be able to see who the man was although maybe if he saw her not obeying his orders, he would disappear and never contact her again? That was too big a risk to take and so she slipped the special sunglasses into a small handbag along with her keys and stepped outside, nerves jangling as she walked away to her date in the park.

Strangely, Zara had never been in her local park before. She passed it every time that she walked to the shops but she had never thought about entering it at all. At one end was a traditional children's play area with swings, a roundabout, a slide and even a see-saw while the other end consisted of an open area with a few trees shrouding it off from the houses behind. Zara scanned the area thoughtfully, wondering where she was going to wait as this note had not been specific, unlike the previous one inviting her to the cinema. A vacant bench overlooking the open area seemed the best choice so she walked over and sat down, smoothing down her short skirt as it rode up slightly before she fished in her handbag and pulled out the sunglasses. Zara checked her watch and saw that she was slightly early so she kept the glasses on her lap and studied her surroundings, wondering if her mystery man was one of the dog walkers criss-crossing the grassy area in front of her. None seemed under about sixty though and most were women so she cast a glance over her shoulder to see if anyone was lurking behind her.

The children's area was empty though and she shook her head, wondering whether all the kids were inside playing on their computers instead of enjoying some fresh air on the swings. Those had been her favourite when she was a child; swinging up through the air and feeling the breeze whistle past her head, ruffling her long hair. Doing the same when she was a teenager and keeping her legs together to stop the boys peeking at her knickers then gathering enough courage to jump off as the swing swooped down towards the ground. Licking at one of those icicle-type lollies from the ice-cream van on a hot day then running home to be scolded by her mother for being late. Zara smiled at the memories then looked at her watch again and saw that it was just a minute before six. She slipped the glasses on, mouth going dry as darkness obscured her vision and only the soft sounds of the wind and the heat of the sun on her skin was left to register in her mind.

Zara started to shiver; nothing to do with feeling cold as it was purely tension and apprehension. Doubts flowed through her mind: a stream of worries and insecurities. What was she doing there? Nobody was going to turn up as it was all a silly joke. Somebody was going to arrive and then do something horrible to her! But what about the cinema, she thought, fighting against the doubts to stiffen her resolve. That had been the same person and he had turned up and then she had found herself experiencing something novel and exciting: a few minutes of absolute arousal as she had allowed someone else to play with her body. Would he want to do more today? She smiled slightly because she knew deep down that she hoped so!

The wait seemed interminable as the seconds stretched out into minutes. In fact, Zara had just resigned herself to the thought that nobody was coming when a familiar voice whispered in her ear from behind the bench, "Good evening, Zara. I am glad to see you here and on time."

"Hello, stranger," responded Zara and a little chuckle came from behind her.

"Are you wearing what I sent?"

"Yes, I am though I really don't know why I am!" Zara replied a little acerbically.

"Because you want to... and need to!" murmured the low voice in her ear. "Because it suits you to hand over responsibility for your love life to someone else. So I am going to ask you to put yourself in my hands now and come with me to the children's area."

Zara jumped as she felt a large hand touch her own. She unclasped hers and felt the other hand pull her up to her feet and then she was walking by the man's side, blind to all her surroundings and relying on him to guide her safely across the grass. She heard the little gate squeak open and felt the surface change slightly under her feet, becoming spongier as they stepped onto the rubbery safe area that surrounded the play equipment. Her heart pounded faster as she wondered what was going to happen as they drew to a halt.

"Time to tighten the clamps a little, I believe, Zara, as I am sure that you only applied them loosely, didn't you?"

How did he know? Zara blushed and nodded.

"Answer me please. Don't just nod!" he ordered.

"Yes, whoever you are! Why don't you give me your name... something I can call you?" Zara snapped back in annoyance.

"What would you like to call me?"

Zara thought for a few moments, puzzled by his response. He clearly did not want to tell her his name so that implied that she might know him but what did he want her to call him? Master? She stifled a giggle. What about sir? He was a bit like a teacher, she supposed... only a teacher about her body and its responses!

"Well as you won't tell me your name then I will call you sir!" she stated.

"An excellent choice. Now tighten the clamps until you think that you cannot stand it please," he murmured, releasing her hand.

"Here? Where anybody can see me?"

"Yes, Zara, right here in the open!"

Zara hesitated, blushing instantly at the thought of somebody watching her. Of course, sir was but that was different. She was doing this for him, not for some random person casually observing what was happening. A hand reached out and slapped her face lightly, barely stinging her cheek but making her gasp anyway.

"Don't hesitate, Zara, just be obedient!" his low voice growled from just a few inches away.

Zara swallowed hard, tension making her body shiver despite the warmth in the air. Her hands seemed to move of their own volition and she reached up and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse then slipped her fingers inside and down. They crept under the cup of her lacy brassiere and she shivered as she felt the cold metal screw on the tips. Would he know if she just pretended? Yet that was cheating, wasn't it? Cheating not only him but also herself! She tightened the jaws, hissing slightly as the pain eased into her nipple and onwards into her body. She moved her fingers across and adjusted the other clamp then removed her fingers and stood there again, waiting to see what he would ask her to do next.

"Don't forget the other clamps, Zara!" he reminded her and she flushed, knowing he was thinking about the jaws attached to her luscious labial lips. In for a penny, she thought and slipped her hand down her skirt under the elasticated waist. She wriggled it down further under the elastic of her panties, through the trimmed tendrils of her pubic curls and located the first clamp. It was incredibly fiddly trying to tighten the screw as it was at an awkward angle but she managed eventually, mouth opening as pangs of pain shot into her flesh. The second one proved easier and then she removed her hand and waited, face as red as a beetroot, to see what would happen next.

His hand reached out and took hers and then she was being led again, strolling side by side like two young lovers until she felt something hard brush against her hip.

"Spread your legs and ease your skirt up, Zara," murmured the voice in her ear and, blushing furiously, she complied then squealed softly as she felt something cold settle against her bottom cheeks. Her hands were pulled out in front of her before her fingers were wrapped around an iron handle and it was only then that she realised that she was sitting on the end of the see-saw in the park. She felt the man move away and he must have pushed down on the other end of the see-saw because her feet left the ground and she felt the full weight of her spread pussy folds press down on the cold iron. The metal clamps on her soft lips dug in harder and she hissed out in pain then squealed once more as he swung his weight onto the other end of the children's toy and sent her bouncing up into the air.

The jarring, jolting motion of the see-saw sent shards of pain flying through Zara's body. The worst came when the end of the see-saw reached the top and sent her buttocks lifting off the metal seat for a moment before she came crashing back down. It was all she could do then not to scream out loud as the jaws on her pussy folds shifted. She tried to compensate when her end was nearest the ground, bending her legs to absorb the shock but, as she could not see anything from behind the wraparound shades, it was difficult to say the least. Even at the height of her agony, Zara could feel arousal and excitement flowing through her as well and her quim leaked love juices copiously, staining the silken material of her new knickers.

The see-saw slowed gradually and Zara shivered as ripples of delight and pain slithered through her senses. Hands grasped her hips and lifted her off the seat and she stood there on wobbly legs, all too conscious of the wet centre of her panties.

"Take your panties off and hand them to me, Zara," ordered the man's voice.

"But..." started Zara, staring blankly out into the sunglasses as she wished that she could see through them and know if anyone was watching.

"No buts, Zara!" commanded the man, reaching out and squeezing one of her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. The metal clamp dug into her nipple and she squealed then swiftly slipped her hands up her skirt and tugged down her knickers, shame washing through her as she realised that he would be able to see how wet she was.

Her shame deepened when she heard him sniff loudly then he remarked, "Such a beautiful scent, my dear Zara. Try it for yourself!"

Wetness rubbed over her face and she gasped as she felt her own knickers slithering across her mouth and cheeks, leaving a slimy trail behind on her soft skin. The aroma filled her nostrils and seeped between her lips and then she was opening wide and fighting back the tears as her mystery man pushed the scrap of sodden lace into her mouth.

Zara found herself being tugged along by the hand again and then another cold bar of steel prevented further progress.

"Step up, Zara," the man ordered and she lifted her foot up and stepped forward as he pushed her from behind, hands resting on her bottom cheeks. After whispering in her ear to grip on tightly, he moved away and then she was conscious of the rush of air past her face as the roundabout sped up gradually. It got faster and faster and then he was back behind her, hips pushing against her behind until she moved forward to the very centre. She felt his hands slide her skirt up and bare her bottom cheeks to the cool air then his warm fingers were slithering down between her parted legs and she sighed with absolute pleasure as they sank into her wetness. Two slid straight up into her while the third rested tantalisingly on her clitoris, feeling the beating pulse of her desire ebb and flow. He moved them in and out slowly as he nuzzled the back of her neck, kissing his way over the tiny hairs there. Arousal bubbled deep in her belly and she sighed with pleasure as his nimble fingers pushed in further while the one on her core tapped gently against her swollen nub.

"You are going to come for me now in public, aren't you, Zara? All those people in the park and yet you are still going to come for me!" he whispered and the hot rush of shame nearly matched the flood of desire that soaked his fingers as she realised the truth of his words. There was no way that she could hold back as he slithered his fingers in and out faster and toyed with her swollen clit. Her lips parted and she babbled indecipherably through the sodden gag of her panties into the moving breeze as the roundabout swirled slowly and then her climax swept through her and she was lost in a world of sweet sensations for an eternity.

"Count to one hundred then keep the panties in your mouth as you walk home," Zara heard as if through water a couple of minutes later as she sat on the edge of the gently moving roundabout. A soft kiss was bestowed on the top of her hair and then there was emptiness.

"Yes, sir," she breathed out through the knickers in her mouth but by then she was sure that he had gone, vanishing like a will of the wisp and leaving her barely able to walk as her legs felt like she had sprinted around an athletics track.