elbow again and led me to the back of the store. There were three fitting rooms in an alcove off the main shop. He directed me to the one on the right.
It was a proper little room with walls that went all the way up to the ceiling, not just a cubicle. He shut and locked the door behind us and the loud music immediately faded to a distant pulsing. The sudden absence of sound made the air feel thick and heavy.
The fitting room was fairly spacious and had a polished wooden floor, and a wide, padded bench along the wall opposite the door upholstered in plush red suede. The two side walls had floor-to-ceiling mirrors and there was a mirror on the back of the door. A low-hanging lamp with a red shade provided a central pool of light, brightest in the middle of the room. It was strangely sensual.
Matt sat down on the padded bench, lounging against the wall, his thighs spread. He held out the bundle of fabric.
“Put the dress on, Jane.”
I would have to get changed right in front of him and I suddenly felt very shy. He’d aroused me several times already this evening and he’d see my wet panties.
“I’m surprised that you only chose one,” I quipped to cover my awkwardness. “I’d have thought you’d like to see some options.”
“I know what I’d like to see on you,” he replied, raking me with his eyes as if he could already see me in the new dress. I squirmed.
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
“It will fit, Jane. Stop wasting time.”
“Will you, er… Will you look away? While I put it on?”
His eyes widened. “I don’t believe this! No, I will not look away. But I think it’s time to teach you a lesson.” His voice dropped and took on a hard note of command. “Get naked, Jane. Now.”
Oh shit! He’s scary when he gets like this.
I scrambled out of my dress with shaking hands. He took it from me, folded it neatly, put it beside him on the bench and went back to staring at me intently. Reluctantly I reached behind me and unclipped my bra then slowly drew it down my arms and put it into his waiting hand.
“Fix your nipples,” he ordered.
I rubbed my breasts then pulled at my nipples, rolling them until they were hard and extended. My breathing was loud in the quiet little room and moisture was pulsing out of my pussy. He gestured for me to continue.
Gritting my teeth, I slid my panties down. It didn’t matter how I positioned myself—with all these mirrors, he was going to get a good view. I stepped out of the flesh-colored lace and reluctantly laid them in his palm. Holding my eyes with his intense gaze, he immediately brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“You’ve made your panties sopping wet, you naughty girl.” His whisper was husky. “You’ve been bad today, Jane—defiant, disobedient… Now lie down on the floor.”
I stared at him, uncomprehending.
“Get down on the floor, Jane, now!” His voice cracked out like a whip and I jumped. I looked at the hard wood of the floor and back at his face. His features were rigid, hard, his eyes glinting. My heart started pounding and I sank to my knees.
“Lie down on your back with your head toward the door. I want to see your pussy.”
I maneuvered myself into the position he demanded. The floor was hard and cold, and I was keenly aware of the humiliation he was inflicting on me, but that didn’t preclude my titillation. I was awash with lust and anticipation.
“Put your feet up on the bench on either side of my legs.”
Oh god, I was so open. He sat between my raised legs, looking down on me, on my spread thighs and exposed cunt. He sat forward suddenly and pulled off his t-shirt. I had a quick view of his rippling chest and abdomen in the reddish glow of the lamp and then he tossed his t-shirt over my face.
“You may not remove the shirt from your face. Do you understand, Jane?”
“Yes, Matt.” At least it smelled like him. I loved his smell, couldn’t get enough of it.
“All right, Jane. I want you to touch
It was a proper little room with walls that went all the way up to the ceiling, not just a cubicle. He shut and locked the door behind us and the loud music immediately faded to a distant pulsing. The sudden absence of sound made the air feel thick and heavy.
The fitting room was fairly spacious and had a polished wooden floor, and a wide, padded bench along the wall opposite the door upholstered in plush red suede. The two side walls had floor-to-ceiling mirrors and there was a mirror on the back of the door. A low-hanging lamp with a red shade provided a central pool of light, brightest in the middle of the room. It was strangely sensual.
Matt sat down on the padded bench, lounging against the wall, his thighs spread. He held out the bundle of fabric.
“Put the dress on, Jane.”
I would have to get changed right in front of him and I suddenly felt very shy. He’d aroused me several times already this evening and he’d see my wet panties.
“I’m surprised that you only chose one,” I quipped to cover my awkwardness. “I’d have thought you’d like to see some options.”
“I know what I’d like to see on you,” he replied, raking me with his eyes as if he could already see me in the new dress. I squirmed.
“What if it doesn’t fit?”
“It will fit, Jane. Stop wasting time.”
“Will you, er… Will you look away? While I put it on?”
His eyes widened. “I don’t believe this! No, I will not look away. But I think it’s time to teach you a lesson.” His voice dropped and took on a hard note of command. “Get naked, Jane. Now.”
Oh shit! He’s scary when he gets like this.
I scrambled out of my dress with shaking hands. He took it from me, folded it neatly, put it beside him on the bench and went back to staring at me intently. Reluctantly I reached behind me and unclipped my bra then slowly drew it down my arms and put it into his waiting hand.
“Fix your nipples,” he ordered.
I rubbed my breasts then pulled at my nipples, rolling them until they were hard and extended. My breathing was loud in the quiet little room and moisture was pulsing out of my pussy. He gestured for me to continue.
Gritting my teeth, I slid my panties down. It didn’t matter how I positioned myself—with all these mirrors, he was going to get a good view. I stepped out of the flesh-colored lace and reluctantly laid them in his palm. Holding my eyes with his intense gaze, he immediately brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“You’ve made your panties sopping wet, you naughty girl.” His whisper was husky. “You’ve been bad today, Jane—defiant, disobedient… Now lie down on the floor.”
I stared at him, uncomprehending.
“Get down on the floor, Jane, now!” His voice cracked out like a whip and I jumped. I looked at the hard wood of the floor and back at his face. His features were rigid, hard, his eyes glinting. My heart started pounding and I sank to my knees.
“Lie down on your back with your head toward the door. I want to see your pussy.”
I maneuvered myself into the position he demanded. The floor was hard and cold, and I was keenly aware of the humiliation he was inflicting on me, but that didn’t preclude my titillation. I was awash with lust and anticipation.
“Put your feet up on the bench on either side of my legs.”
Oh god, I was so open. He sat between my raised legs, looking down on me, on my spread thighs and exposed cunt. He sat forward suddenly and pulled off his t-shirt. I had a quick view of his rippling chest and abdomen in the reddish glow of the lamp and then he tossed his t-shirt over my face.
“You may not remove the shirt from your face. Do you understand, Jane?”
“Yes, Matt.” At least it smelled like him. I loved his smell, couldn’t get enough of it.
“All right, Jane. I want you to touch
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