It's a Long Walk

by Minty Fresh

 

"What do you mean you're not coming with me?"

"I've got to wait for Jane and Annie, there's a problem with Thursday night."

"But I can't walk there! It'll only take you 10 minutes to drive me there and back."

"And if my clients arrive, that's 500 quid down the drain. You'll be fine."

"But.."

"Don't argue with me Precious"

I gulped. With nothing more to say I simply stood and quivered. Dressed as I was in a strapless corset top, little pink mini-skirt, white fishnet tights and 3" heels, the thought of the 20 minute walk past the city centre was terrifying.

"Now sit down and let me do your hair and make-up."

This, I did automatically. The thought of disobeying Susan was no longer a serious one. We had our arguments in the early days, descending often into violence where she would always come out better. Sick of it, I left her, only to find I was more than just financially dependent on her. She was prepared for my grovelling return. After a week I was, all but legally, her property.

"Just think of all the money we'll make tonight – we'll have almost paid for the surgery."

She'd nearly finished my face. Clients were able to choose my appearance from a portfolio Susan carried around with her. It had been touched up to exaggerate my wide eyes and small, but rounded lips. With heavy rouge on my cheeks, my face looked almost doll-like.

She then removed my hair from the rollers I'd been wearing all day then, with a couple of slides and ribbons, arranged it in bunches on either side of my face. Finally she fiddled a bit with my corset, and small, artificial breasts, until, satisfied with my appearance, Susan told me to stand.

"It must be cold outside."

"Don't you worry Precious, you'll have a coat. We can't have you wandering the streets like that."

My relief didn't last long. The coat in question was a pristine white cashmere number, double-breasted, which barely reached halfway down my thigh. The V below my neck was filled with a pink silk scarf before Susan placed an equally pristine, white, wide rimmed hat on my head. A pink ribbon was wrapped round the bowl, and a couple of pink synthetic rose heads were pinned on to one side. I looked into the mirror in despair, people would see me from a mile away.

"You'll be leaving in five minutes, your bag ready?"

I picked up the little pouch from the vanity and tied it to my wrist – it contained only a few cosmetics and some Viagra.

"You won't get lost now, will you?"

"I know the way"

I wish to God I didn't, but Jessica was a regular client. I'd been to her house countless times.

The tension was unbearable. Naturally, I was turned on by the situation, but fortunately, my member was encased in a plastic 'disposable' chastity. There was no disguising a hard-on in this outfit.

"It's about time to be leaving Precious."

I got up from the sofa. Susan was carrying something white and furry.

"Slip your hands into this."

The muff was small, but it covered the short cut cuffs on the coat sleeves. Most offensive about it was the big pink bow on the front.

"Try clasping your hands together in the middle. Is that comfortable? Good."

Susan pulled the ends of the bow sharply and a pair of straps tightened round my wrists.

"What's this for?"

"It's for Jessica, Precious. She wants you gift-wrapped"

"B-b-b-"

"You will be fine. Just keep calm. Look straight ahead and walk. No-one will give you a second glance"

Bollocks, I thought.

"But what if I fall over?"

Susan was already ushering me to the door.

"When did you last fall over in the street? And why should you now? Stop blubbering Precious, you've got a long nights work ahead of you, and you're worried about a measly fifteen minutes walk."

We were outside now. Susan kissed my cheek and went inside, before she closed the door she turned and spoke to me:

"Precious, if I see you before tomorrow morning, I'll beat the shit out of you."

That focused my mind somewhat. Susan always knows what to say to me. I started off. I was used to heels these days and managed a fairly brisk pace. Never before had they seemed so loud though: clip-clip-clip-clip-. I tried to look straight ahead and forget what I was wearing. Looking down, I could see me stand out from the background like a penguin on an iceberg. Or rather the opposite. I reached the end of my street without meeting anyone, then almost screamed out loud when I turned the corner and found a middle aged woman straight in front of me. She gave me a funny look and I hurried on.

I was now walking down the fading local High Street. Trade had moved largely elsewhere and the place had a crumbling, dirty feel. Those shops that hadn't closed were a wall of steel shutters. The only signs of life were from the pubs. Thankfully, it was still before 10. I passed two men who gave me brief, curious looks. I made another 20 metres before I came across two drunks at the bus shelter.

"Awright princess!"

"Come and say ello, we're friendly!"

As I hurried past them they began to shout obscenities at me. I started to panic a little when the shouting failed to decrease in volume. Then it abruptly stopped. After a couple of minutes, I plucked up the courage to look round. They weren't there.

I then remembered that I was approaching a nightclub and crossed the road to avoid it. There were always queues outside on a Tuesday. As I walked past, everyone outside stopped what they were doing and pointed or just stared at me. I tried to ignore them. Then I noticed my clothes were glowing. There was a UV light shining from somewhere above me. Walking in front of the electricals store seemed to take an eterniy.

By the time I was away from there, my chest felt like there were two birds fighting inside. I was torn between stopping to compose myself and moving as quickly as possible. Becoming more and more flustered, I tripped and stumbled forward, a man in his fifties stopped me falling.

"Are you alright Miss?"

"GO AWAY!" I screamed in his face. Then I ran.

I stumbled forward as best I could, tears streaming down my face, until I reached the small park at the end of the street. I had to sit down. I tried to calm myself but this was not easy as the corset, whilst by no means the tightest I'd ever worn, prevented me from breathing too deeply. I kept asking why Susan had to dress me in this ridiculous way? Would Jessica really care if I turned up in a long Mac and boots? My clothes never lasted more than 10 minutes in her company anyway.

Then it occurred to me. She thought I'd do a runner. Only last week she virtually had to carry into the arms of a new client. Better to have me desperately want to get there.

Not far to go now. All through residential streets. I passed a couple of people who looked at me with genuine concern. I guessed my mascara had run down my face. Turning into Jessica's street a new thought hit me. How was I going to knock on the door? I hoped she had a doorbell but I couldn't remember one.

When I reached her house I found the outer door of the porch was open and the light therein was on. There was no bell. Gingerly, I stepped into the porch. I could hear music and loud conversation. Jessica had never had company before! No wonder Susan thought I'd run off. I tried kicking at the door, no reply. Nor the second time. Turning round, I saw a man and his dog had stopped to look at me – I must have looked like a decoration in a window. Just then the door opened.

"Precious! You made it! Are you alright dear?"

"I had to walk here by myself"

"Gosh, dressed like that"

"Dressed like this"

I tugged outwards inside my muff.

"Does it tie up with this bow? That's just too adorable! Susan promised us something special for tonight."

"Us?"

"Yes, we clubbed together and bought you for the night. Here."

She undid the bow and released me. Then she started to remove my coat and hat.

"I can't tell you how cute you look with those tear marks down your face."

I started to cry.

"Shhhh Precious, shhh"

She took hold of my now naked shoulders and stroked my face. Then she embraced me and kissed me full on the lips. As she did so her hand reached up my skirt and undid the chastity round my cock. By the time we separated, it was stiff as a rod.

"It's all over now Precious, you're amongst friends here."

I sniffed and smiled. I genuinely liked Jessica. She reached down and grabbed hold of my member, now poking out from under my skirt.

"Lets go in and meet the girls."

And with that, still holding my penis, she led me into the room full of raucous, drunken women.

  

  

  

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