All is Revealed to Becca

Becca could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her body. A diagonal sunbeam stretched across her left breast, across her toned stomach and over her right hipbone. She partially opened her left eye, and as she acclimatized, realized she was laying on her bed. She had no idea of time, and slowly began to piece together why she was on her bed in the daytime.

The jigsaw pieces suddenly fell into place, and Becca sat bolt upright. Looking down, she was completely naked, aside from the tattered lycra running bra somehow still hanging from her shoulders. Next to her right hand was the large, transparent and hard dildo she had pleasured herself with. Across her room, stood upright on the dressing table, was her phone. She remembered the run, how she had willingly complied to her increased exposure and, at the end her lack of control and letting her controller film everything. All because she had failed the final challenge earlier that week.

Becca's mind was racing now. What was next? Why had she gone through with it having refused the previous time? She knew was in so deep but also part of her was enjoying the submissive acceptance of increasingly revealing herself in different ways, each more daring than the last. She wondered who was doing this. They were making her feel wanted, excited, daring - emotions she had not experienced in years. What would they be like in person? Imagine the sex.... Her mind was all over the place.

Becca eased what was left of the lycra bra from her shoulders, and now

completely naked rose, from her bed to check her phone. The battery was low but there were three messages. Becca knew who immediately who the sender was, put her phone on charge and anxiously opened them.

INCREDIBLE PERFORMANCE BECCA read the first, followed by a screen shot.

Becca gasped as she opened the image - it was like something out of a porn film. Becca lay on the bed, legs open wide thrusting the dildo deep inside her with her right hand, her left hand again as it always did, pulling at her left breast, nipples extended, back arched, eyes closed and mouth open. She also looked incredible and that made Becca feel horny as hell; she momentarily bit her lower lip as her left hand wandered between her legs. No, check the final message.

I WILL SEE YOU LATER. TAKE A SHOWER. FULLY SHAVE YOUR BODY. YOUR CLOTHES WILL ARRIVE SOON. WEAR ONLY WHAT IS IN THE PACKAGE. A CAR WILL COLLECT YOU FROM LIVERPOOL STREET STATION AT 7PM. MAKE YOUR OWN WAY THERE. WEAR YOUR HAIR UP.

Becca hadn't even checked the time. She did so and saw it was just after midday. it was going to be a long afternoon, an anxious wait. She was finally going to meet the person behind all of this.

As the afternoon passed, Becca briefly considered the final text message: a specific time and place meant she had an opportunity to end this, go to police, get the driver taken in for questioning. But she also knew how compliant she had been and how much she had enjoyed rising to each challenge, testing her, exposing her, controlling her. Did she really want to share the details with anyone else, let alone the police under questioning. It could end all of this and ridiculously, she couldn't consider that at all. Part of her wanted to meet the man or indeed woman who had broadened her sexual horizons.

Becca showered as instructed, ensuring she was freshly shaved all over her body. As the water ran across her skin in the shower, she applied the shaving cream to her pubic area and slowly and carefully used the razor to make her skin as smooth as possible. Using the shower head to clean off the excess shaving cream, Becca couldn't resist the urge of touching herself, enjoying the sensation of the shower jet and fingers on her clit and it did not take long for her to climax. Becca towelled herself down, returned to her bedroom and pulled on a pair of knickers and a sweatshirt, as she anxiously waited for her outfit to arrive.

She did not have to wait long. Within the hour, there was a knock on the door. Becca jumped up, and almost ran to her front door. On opening it, a large box was on her doorstep, the sound of the delivery van already moving into the distance. With nervous excitement, Becca picked up the box, shut the front door and went inside. The box seemed heavier than previous packages she had received. She ripped it open to see what awaited her.

Inside was a summer dress, pale yellow in colour, thin cotton. Becca held it up to her body, it was completely backless with a halterneck tie. The front had a plunging neckline with the dress resting around halfway down her thigh. Becca pulled her sweatshirt over her head and tried the dress on. Very much aware she would be wearing nothing underneath, she slid her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them and looked in the mirror.

If the length of the dress was a challenge, the front was even more so. The thin cotton clung to her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. The plunging neckline and halter-neck style gave little support with plenty of side breast on show. The pale yellow colour of the thin fabric made the darkness of her nipples stand out. Becca's hair was down, so she held it up to mirror her planned look and realised why the request had been made. She looked simply stunning, without even being properly ready and that halter-neck clasp was only a tug away from exposing her. Anyone could do it and she felt the butterflies in her stomach immediately. She returned to the box, to find a black set of drop earrings, a black clutch bag and then the footwear. Long, thigh-length boots with a killer heel, stripper boots as Becca would have referred to them on another woman. She sat on the bed, put each boot on her smooth, toned legs, zipped up the long zip to her thigh and stood up.

She looked hot, borderline slutty but hot. Walking around her bedroom in the heeled boots, she could feel her breasts swaying under the dress, almost begging to be released. And yet unlike the previous challenge where she had failed at the final hurdle, she felt ready to take the next step.

As the afternoon passed, Becca opened a bottle of wine, feeling the need for some Dutch courage for her next challenge. Wearing the outfit in the privacy of her home was one thing; navigating the train journey in public to Liverpool Street was completely another. She showered again, applying Shea body lotion, giving her tanned skin a glow. She felt the urge to look and smell good for the meeting - she had butterflies in her stomach, a bizarre feeling of almost a first date. A few sprays of her favourite Tom Ford Black Orchid perfume followed. Becca moved to the bedroom and picked up the dress, easing it over her glowing skin. The topless sunbathing in her back garden meant just the faintest of tan lines, the yellow cotton fabric clinging to every contour of her shapely figure. The plunging neckline descended almost to her navel, the fabric each side just enough to cover each breast but showing just a hint of the inner curves of each one. Turning to the side, the dress was a little more revealing, the wide gape exposing a fair amount of side breast, each side gathered behind her neck and held in place with a simple clasp. Becca applied a little make-up, unsure of exactly how much as her controller's instructions hadn't specified this at all. She applied some light lipstick, then tied up her hair as instructed, pulling a few wisps down each side so to frame her face. Then came the stripper boots, Becca easing each one up her freshly shaved legs, closing the long zip up tp her mid-thigh, leaving around two inches of her thigh exposed before the hem of her summer dress above.

Becca placed the black drop earrings into each ear, picked up her clutch bag and placed her phone and keys inside. A final glug of wine. She strolled into her hall, as confidently as she could, opened her front door and stepped outside. It was just after 5 pm and Becca felt incredibly self-conscious. As she walked towards the train station, her shapely, toned legs encased in the thigh-high boots, she knew the heels of the boots led to wide-leg strides, exaggerating her motion, causing the hem of her dress to sway and rise up, her breasts swinging loosely underneath the thin fabric. She kept her eye line downward but knew she was very much the centre of attention as she made her way to the ticket machine, purchased her ticket and moved to the platform. The five-minute wait for the train felt like a lifetime; she could feel eyes roving her up and down. There was a catcall from the other side of the platform and a couple of comments from a group of young men who walked past, reinforcing her own view that whilst she looked hot, she looked slutty and incredibly up for a fucking. The train arrived. Becca alighted and was grateful there was a seat, taking great care to ensure the hemline of her dress did not ride up and reveal her shaved pussy. The train was also quite empty. It was a warm day and the effect of most of a bottle of wine, with little food and the motion of the train made her feel drowsy and Becca closed her eyes.

Her mind wandered to the new places her controller had taken her two and she remembered the train journey home from work, only a few days before whe she had stood in her flimsy blouse, naked underneath feeling increasinly exposed, before the walk home and the buttons, loosened one by one, slowly exposing her. She imagined that same journey in this outfit, surrounded by passengers with nowhere to escape to as they closed around her, feeling the hardness of the man pushing into her through his trousers and her dress. Six, seven passengers encircling her. A hand sliding under her dress to find her left breast, another sliding under the hemline to find her naked sex. A hand now to her right breast, pulling on her nipple; the hemline of her dress being raised exposing her bottom cheeks fully. Hands everywhere, roaming her body and then, the clasp of the halterneck being released and her dress falling away, being pulled down leaving her naked. Becca was pushed to her knees, knowing not which cock to take into her mouth first..... The train jolted and Becca opened her eyes, doing her best to compose herself. She was so wet and looked down, could see the dampness showing through her dress and the lines of her naked pussy able to be made out as the damp fabric clung to her skin. Thankfully, no one else was near her, the train had remained quite empty and this allowed Becca to open her legs a little and get some air to dry both the damp fabric and her own wetness. The train finally pulled into Liverpool Street, Becca rose up and walked onto the platform, scanned her ticket and made her way to the exit.

The station was much busier than home and Becca again knew that many eyes were upon her. Her phone buzzed. A message.

WHITE TESLA. EV75 JCT. THE DRIVER WILL REMAIN IN THE CAR. OPEN THE DOOR. GET IN. SAY NOTHING AND PUT ON THE BLINDFOLD IMMEDIATELY.

Becca took the escalator up to the exit, knowing full well anyone behind her would see more than they had bargained for. She kept her legs as closed together as possible, but this was impossible as she stepped forward off the escalator and made her way outside. It was 6.55pm. She was early but the car was already outside. The windows were tinted black and she was unable to really see inside. Becca opened the door, got in, fastened the seatbelt and immediatly found the blindfold. As instructed, she placed it over her head, her eyes covered she could not see anything. The car drove off into London, to where she knew not. There seemed to be lots of stops at traffic lights, a few longer stretches of road. She estimated around half an hour until the car fully stopped but had no idea how far of where she had been taken to. The door opened and the driver, she assumed lent across her and unclasped her seatbelt. Their hand took hers, and she was led out of the car, a few short steps forward. She could hear a code entered on an electronic key pad, a door open and she was led inside. She made out her heels click clacking on a hard floor, and then stop as she was led into a carpeted room. Her guide stopped, a hand on each shoulder and she was pushed onto a soft, wide arm chair. She waited. Nothing for a few minutes. The waiting continued and then the click of another door opening.

Two hands, soft hands under her armpits raising her from the chair and the taking one of her hands to kead her slightly forward. Becca went to speak but a finger quickly went to her lips. She could sense someone walking around her, but the carpeted floor made if difficult to sense anymore. It was almost as if someone was realising her train fantasy earlier - a hand, soft to the touch went under her dress and caressed her thigh. The hand moved out from her dress and up and back under the right hand side, slowly caressing her breast and a nailed finger circling her nipple, which hardened immediately. Becca realised she was being touched by a woman for the very first time. It was different to a male touch, delicate, sensual, knowing exactly how to draw the required response. Becca could feel the pace of her breathing quickening, the nailed hand now moving arond the nape of her neck, slowly, tantalising Becca, teasing her. Then the clasp, Becca heard it click and felt the dress cascade down her naked body, revealing her breasts, her toned stomach, briefly resting on her hip bones before sliding downwards, her naked shaved sex fully revealed as the fabric slid down over her boots, pooling at around her heels.

"She's perfect darling, even better in the flesh," were the first words she heard. There was someone else in the room, at least one more person. These were her controllers.

Then, a male voice, one she recognised immediately. "Well, Becca, someone has been working out. Rach is right, you look even better close up."

Becca knew as soon as the male voice started who this was. Her ex-husband, Adam had been behind this the whole time. Anger, rage, even disappointment flashed through her thoughts. Naked, in just the thigh high boots, Becca immediately went to remove her blindfold and recover her dress from the floor but her captors were too quick. Her wrists were grabbed and forced down, handcuffs placed around her wrists. She was pushed back into the armchair, vainly kicking out with her legs before they too were held and clasps placed around her ankles. She kicked out again and her legs widened but to her horror, she could no longer close them. She went to scream, but her jaw was held and a ball gag forced into her mouth. She felt a collar placed around her neck and locked into place and the finally, the blindfold was removed.

"Struggling really won't get you very far, Becca." Her ex stood over her, his blonde mistress, Rachel stood by his side. He hadn't changed much at all, maybe lost some weight but Adam had always kept himself in good shape, part of the reason younger women always showed him attention. Rachel was wearing the identical dress that Becca had been wearing moments before, although in pale blue rather than yellow. Becca had looked hot in that dress, but Rachel took it to another level. Her fuller, larger breasts, tighter waist and longer legs, not covered by tacky stripper boots, but left naked save for a pair of ankle-strapped heels.

Becca tried to respond but her muffled words were in vain, stifled by the gag in her mouth.

"Stay still, whilst we pop this inside you." Adam passed Rachel a pink vibrator. Becca tried to close her legs, but the device around her ankles made it impossible. She felt Rachel open her pussy, and, still moist from the touching earlier, it was easy to slide into place. Becca looked down and saw her predicament firsthand. Naked aside from her boots, her hands handcuffed in front of her, on her lap, her legs forced apart and a pink piece of plastic protruding from her vagina. Then the sensation of the vibrator inside her coming alive, the pulses stimulating her clitoris. As hard as she tried to resist, Becca could feel herself becoming aroused. The vibrator stopped. Becca looked at Adam, his phone in his hand. She tried to ask for more, but just muffled sounds came from behind the gag. Then the vibrator started again. Becca could feel the intensity increase, her toned stomach muscles tensing as her breasts rose and fell. Her skin was increasingly moist and she was close. The vibrator stopped. Again, Becca tried to speak.

"Babe, I think she wants you to stop," Rachel said to Adam. Becca shook her head. She wanted the opposite; she needed to climax.

Adam spoke. "Let's see what my ex slut of a wife wants, shall we, darling?" Rachel moved behind Rebecca and removed the ball gag. Panting heavily, Becca could barely get her words out.

"You fucking bastard, Adam. It was you the whole time. How could you...." Becca's words were cut short as the vibrator sprang into life again. "Oh my god, please, noooooo, make it stop, make me cum."

"Beg for it slut." came the reply, not from Adam but from Rachel.

"Please, please make me cum...." and with that the vibrator stopped again.

"Noooo....." was all Becca could say, as she sat panting in the chair.

"All in good time," replied Adam. "Perhaps you want to know why you are here."

With the pace of unfolding events that afternoon and early evening, Becca hadn't even paused to consider the reasons why she sat here, naked and bound with her ex-husband and new partner watching her come close to orgasm with a remote vibrator inside her.

"So it started with a birthday gift of a drone from Rach," Adam started. "I knew where you lived, and thought it would be interesting to see what you were up to. You were quite the slut in your back garden that day, quite the accidental discovery. And that new body of yours. Not quite in Rach's league but fucking hot all the same. If you'd kept looking like that and being the submissive slut I know you now are, we may have stayed together."

"Fuck you... You're going to go down for this," Becca shouted.

Adam continued, "That's your choice, dear, but truth is we have so much x-rated footage of you and once it's posted out there online, well..."

"So," Adam went on, "I'm with my fucking hot upgrade and now my ex-wife is fucking hot. I even find myself sometimes fantasizing about you when I'm fucking Rach here. I tried out a few fantasies with you, never expecting you to go along with it. You loved removing your underwear, travelling home, unbuttoning your blouse, exposing those gorgeous tits of yours. The slutty work outfits and my fucking god, that run. We both watched that before fucking. Made us horny as hell."

"Turns out that I want you both and Rach wants a bit of you too. She's got a bit of a dark side, loves experimenting. That's where all this gear comes from." Adam gestured to the bondage gear holding Becca in place.

"Having watched you fuck yourself, the thought of you getting away just hurt like hell so Rach and I discussed maybe a threesome but the more you were pushed, the more you responded we agreed you'd make a fucking awesome sex slave and fit right into that part of our lifestyle."

Almost on cue, Rached moved towards Becca. She reached behind her neck and unclasped her dress which effortlessly fell to the floor. She straddled Becca and thrust her breasts towards her face. "Suck them," Rachel ordered.

Becca had never been with a woman before, but it was almost instinctive as she took each of Rachel's nipples in her mouth. Rachel's breasts were larger, firmer than Becca's, paler too with more noticeable tan-lines. The areolas were larger but the nipples extended like bullets as soon as Becca sucked them. Rachel responded by placing her hands behind Becca's neck. She then eased each leg onto the arms of the chair and lifted her body, so that her pubic area was level with Becca's mouth.

"Adam, get rid of these now," was Rachel's next instruction, and Becca heard the tearing of fabric as Rachel's thong was torn away. Rachel's own shaved cunt was now at the mercy of Becca's lips, and she responded, her tongue darting in and out, finding the sweet spot and Rachel gyrated in time with the probing. Becca felt a hand between her own legs, as Rachel explored her sex, withdrawing her fingers to place her hands behind Becca's neck as she reached the moment of climax, and collapsed briefly onto a desperate and frustrated Becca, before moving away.

"Fucking whore, so so much potential for you," said Rachel as she took the phone from Adam and kickstarted the vibrator, giving Becca hope her own urges would be fulfilled before the vibrator was abruptly stopped again.

Becca sat, still chained, still panting, still desperate. Her sighs begged, pleaded for someone to finish her off.

"One quick fix, Bex, before you get the first of yours today. Let's slut you up a bit more," Rachel said, before moving back behind her and reapplying the ball gag.

Still naked aside from her heels, Becca walked away momentarily before returning with a small box. "It's part of my day job, don't worry but it will hurt."

Rachel applied two rubber gloves, and pulled hard on Becca's left nipple, the one Becca instinctively grabbed when pleasuring herself. The choice of nipple was deliberate. She turned around and grabbed a needle from the box and Becca instantly realised what was happening. Her protests were muffled behind the ball gag and as she tried to wriggle, Adam came across and held her shoulders firm.

"The more you struggle, the more chance this goes wrong. Stay still," he said.

Rachel took a flat scissor like tool and used it to pull Becca's nipple into postion, the needle ready

Then a sharp, intense pinch that lasted just a second or two, the presure of the nipple bar being pushed in, followed by a quick burning sensation. Becca could feel her nipple throbbing, it felt hot and then, the vibrator kicked in. Torn between the pleasure and pain, the sensations experienced in her body pushed Becca to a new height of orgasm, her screams hidden by the ball-gag, and her body straining against her bonds as the climax washed over her, before she collapsed into the chair and passed out.

When she awoke, still in the chair, Becca found she was fully naked. Her thigh boots had been removed. Her left nipple throbbed and it was clear some cream had recently been rubbed into it. She was still manacled at the wrists, but not her ankles. A chain ran from her wrist restraints to the collar, which remained locked in place around her neck. The ball gag remained too.

She heard footsteps from behind and then Adam's voice, "Time to go home, Bex. We will be in touch when we need you."

Adam's hands eased under her arms and eased her up from the chair. He moved around to face her, his arm brushing her left breast quite deliberately as he passed. Becca winced as he did so. Adam took a set of small keys from his pocket, undid the wrist restraints and removed the chain linked to the collar before unfastening the ball gag.

Becca gasped in the air that she had been denied free access to for some time, before she had a chance to speak, Adam cut in.

"The car is waiting to take you home door to door. You will travel home as you are. once you are home, your piercing and collar must stay in place. You can dress how you please from now on until we tell you otherwise. Remember what I have on film, and that includes today - you were quite magnificent, naked and bound at our mercy. Rachel wanted to play with you a little longer but there will be plenty of time to share our new toy. Off you go."

Adam opened the door. Becca was so shocked she didn't know quite what to say, and she meekly followed the instruction and walked to the open door. She hesitated, fully aware she was naked, before she felt a slight push on her back and she stepped outside. The car was there and the rear door was open. Becca placed her right arm across her breasts and her left hand over her naked sex, trying to protect some degree of modesty and stepped into the car and shut the door. The car started to move and Becca relaxed slightly with the darkened windows giving a degree of protection.

She went through the events of the past few hours in her mind. Just as before, she could feel herself getting turned on at the control, the exposure and feeling of being touched by another woman. She moved her legs apart and looked up, catching the eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror.

Without needing to think, she began touching herself, the thrill of knowing someone was watching urging her on. Becca's right-hand fingers worked her clit, the pace quickening. Her breathing became heavier, her stomach muscles tensing and her breasts rising and falling. Her left hand instinctively pulled on her left breast, and as much as it caused some pain, Becca couldn't resist the pleasure that came with it and continued to tease, to squeeze, pull and torture her recently pierced tit until she came, moaning loudly so the driver was in no doubt. Becca sat there panting, and feeling drowsy fell asleep.

She was awakened by the car door being opened. It was dark and she was home. The driver had already returned to his seat. Her clutch bag with her keys and phone had been placed next to her. Still naked, Becca grabbed her bag, found her key and made her way to her front door, not even thinking about whether she would be seen. Turning the key in the lock, she went inside, wondering just what was going to come next.