Samantha woke early the next morning, finding herself cuddling Rob's warm body closely, her arm cast possessively across his chest. It slowly dawned on her that her wrists were no longer cuffed behind her back, and she guessed that Rob must have released her while she was asleep to prevent her from having to stay in such an unnatural position all night and wake with a terrible stiffness and aching. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and snuggled in a little closer. Then, as another thought struck her, she reached up and felt her neck, only to find it bare - he had removed her collar.

This she was less sanguine about. What did it mean, she wondered. Did he think she had had enough time as a slave? Was he bored with playing the role of her Master? She dismissed this rather mean thought about him, thinking that it was more likely that he just wanted her to have the option, when she awoke, of starting the day off 'normally'. She noticed the collar on the bedside table next to him and, reaching over, picked it up and put it back on. She loved playing the role of his slave, and loved the way he had carried out the role of her Master. She had certainly not had enough - she'd been wanting to do this all her young life, she wasn't going to stop now!

Smiling wickedly to herself, she decided to provide her Master with an early-morning 'service'. She slid down under the duvet, moving down the bed until her head was alongside his hip, and reached out to cup his balls in her hand. Very gently, she began to manipulate them, before moving her fingers to his flaccid member and slowly stroking it, feeling it come to life under her touch. It stiffened quickly and she gripped it a little more firmly, moving her hand up and down. She heard a groan from above her, and he shifted his position slightly, turning his body so that his now fully erect shaft was pointing at her, only inches from her face.

Wondering if he was now awake or this had just been a subconscious or automatic move in her direction, she took it as a hint to do more, one which she accepted with alacrity. She moved her head forward, opening her mouth and letting her lips slide his foreskin back, allowing her tongue to lap against the head of his penis. Another, louder groan ensued, and a hand moved onto her head, the fingers entwining in her hair. Yes, definitely awake now! She began to bob her head back and forth, slowly at first but speeding up, whilst allowing her mouth to fill with saliva and slick his erection as it moved in and out of her soft lips.

The fingers gripped tighter and the hand pushed urgently against the back of her head, encouraging her to take him deeper, move faster, suck harder. Not that she needed any encouragement. She was now massaging his testicles firmly, feeling them tighten up as his cock began to spasm, readying itself for ejaculation.

His whole body tensed, a strangulated cry escaped from his throat, and he joyously, uninhibitedly emptied the contents of his balls into her mouth. Samantha sucked and swallowed with relish, no longer squeamish at the taste and texture, or embarrassed at how she was 'giving in to male fantasy'. She knew that Rob loved it, and she loved pleasing him because he had done so much to fulfil her fantasies.

"Mmm, what a way to start the day!" he groaned delightedly, "thanks, Sam."

"You're welcome, Master," Samantha smiled, emerging from under the covers.

"Oh," Rob said, seeing the collar around her neck, "I thought my beautiful, generous girlfriend was giving me a wonderful present. I didn't realise it was just my slutty slave." Samantha noticed how his voice became disdainful and contemptuous as he said this, realising he was slipping into his role. Suddenly, he grabbed her mop of dirty blonde hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back sharply, making her gasp in surprise.

"You showed initiative and proactivity there, slave. I don't like that," he growled, "I like my slaves to be passive, submissive and obedient. I may have to punish that later." Samantha looked at him in alarm, convinced for a moment that he was serious. But then she saw the glint in his eye, and knew she had fallen for a rather impressive bit of acting!

"So, if you want to be my slave this morning," Rob yawned as he got out of bed and stretched, "you can make me breakfast while I'm having a shower. Bacon, eggs, hash browns if you've got them, baked beans, toast, coffee. You can wear an apron while you're doing it to protect against spitting fat."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," Samantha replied, suppressing a smile. I asked for that, she thought!

She cooked enough for both of them, but delivered his food first to the dining table, where he was waiting.

"Kneel!" he ordered, clicking his fingers and pointing to a spot close by him. Rather taken by surprise, Samantha obeyed, sinking to her knees on the carpet next to him.

"You need to adopt the correct slave position," he barked, "knees wide apart so you are showing that I have total access to your cunt; back straight, breasts thrust out on display, arms behind your back, offering me full use of your body; head up but eyes down on the floor, respectfully, never staring into your better's face." Samantha did as she was told, feeling herself blush as she took up this rather lewd pose.

"Remember that, slave," Rob went on, "whenever I say 'Assume the position', this is how you should present yourself, no matter when or where. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," Samantha acknowledged, her voice automatically becoming quiet and submissive in response to his commanding tone. Rob turned away and began eating his breakfast, while Samantha was frustrated that, while she was kneeling here watching him enjoying the food she had prepared, her own meal was going cold on the side in the kitchen. She wanted to tell Rob but was sure that mentioning it would not go down well - slaves are to be seen (and used), not heard, it seemed!

After a few mouthfuls, Rob loaded some bacon and egg onto his fork and offered it to Samantha. She looked confused, and glanced up at him uncertainly, then leaned forward and took the food off the fork, before resuming her position and eating the morsel gratefully. A few minutes later, this little ritual was repeated, and then several more times before Rob's plate was empty.

"Very good, slave," he commented as he stood up, "clear up and wash the dishes." Samantha got up off the floor and cleared away the crockery and cutlery. When she went into the kitchen, she saw that Rob was holding her plate of bacon and eggs.

"What's this?" he asked rhetorically, "this is a bit of a waste, I couldn't eat another thing." To her dismay, Samantha could only watch as he scraped the food into the bin!

"I've got a few things to do before we go out, so you can go in the shower while I do that." Samantha was looking forward to a good shower as she felt rather dirty after everything that had happened the previous night so, after she had washed up the breakfast dishes, she went through to the bathroom eagerly.

She was surprised to find Rob waiting for her with a length of rope and gag. She watched, a little bemused, as he bound her wrists in front of her, quickly, efficiently, and very securely. He roughly forced the rubber bit between her teeth, pushing it as far back as he could, stretching her lips into a rictus grin, before buckling it tight with the chinstrap in place.

He dragged her into the shower cubicle and tied the loose end of the rope to the shower fitting, pressing her back against the tiles and holding her arms above her head. He then turned the shower on full blast, drawing a squeal from her as the cold water hit her in the face and ran down her body. After watching her squirm and try to escape the icy torrent for a while and reassuring himself that she wasn't going to drown, he left her to it.

He used Samantha's laptop to conduct a little research into what he wanted to buy and where in London he might find it. He knew he could buy everything online, but also knew that having to visit the 'specialist' shops required and trying on the things he intended to buy for her would be embarrassing for Samantha, and embarrassment and humiliation played very nicely into her submissive fantasies.

As he visited the various websites, he realised that he was starting to enjoy planning and executing Samantha's degradation. What had started out as merely humouring her peculiar fantasies had quickly become very stimulating for him as well. Being able to have his beautiful girlfriend naked all the time, and to be able to fuck her how ever and whenever he felt like it, was an obvious benefit. But he was also starting to enjoy seeing her bound and helpless, forced to do whatever menial task he ordered. He could quite get into this Master lark!

He went back into the bathroom and, seeing how she was now just standing there, shivering and looking rather forlorn, relented and switched off the water, before releasing her from her bondage.

"Wash yourself and shave," he ordered as she hugged her wet body for warmth, "and make sure you shave that slave cunt nice and smooth - I want my slave to be hairless, except for what's on your head." He watched as she complied, wincing a little as she drew the razor across her pudenda, wondering what it would be like if she nicked herself there!

"How long do you intend to stay as my slave?" he asked, "we're going out shopping today, and don't think that I'm going to go easy on you just because there are other people around."

Samantha looked up at him in surprise and some alarm, but could see that he wasn't joking. Going into town as a slave? How humiliating would that be! Samantha was scared by the prospect, but also incredibly turned on at the same time. The conflicting emotions battled within her for a few moments before she came to a decision.

"Please, Master," she replied, her voice shaking a little, "I would like to be your slave for the rest of the weekend, if you'll have me." Rob looked at her in surprise, never expecting that she would really go this far.

"Very well, slave," he growled, "you will stay as my slave until Monday morning. Don't say I didn't warn you." Samantha couldn't suppress the smile which came to her lips.

Samantha got out of the shower and reached for a towel, but Rob tossed one to her. She looked down at the small hand towel and then rather longingly at the large, fluffy bath sheet she had been eyeing. Understanding that this was just one more small humiliation, she dried herself as best she could with the thin square of material, and followed Rob into the bedroom.

"I've laid out the clothes you are to wear," he said, pointing at the bed. Samantha saw that he had picked a pair of cut-off denim shorts, a crop top and a pair of flat shoes, but there was no underwear. As she put on the clothes, she realised just how embarrassing this was going to be.

"Now, a couple of rules," Rob went on, "obviously you obey any command I give you immediately. You should walk respectfully behind me a couple of paces, and you should show respect to anyone you meet. If you're asked a question, you reply honestly and address them as 'Sir' or 'Miss'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Samantha replied in a quiet voice. She wondered if she had made a mistake to agree to this, but her heart was still pounding with her excitement and stimulation, and she knew she had to go through with it.

It was a short walk down to the nearest underground station, and Samantha fell into step close behind her Master. It was a sunny day, so her skimpy clothing wasn't out of place. The only thing people might find bizarre was the dog collar around her neck but, she thought, maybe they'll just think it's a fashion item!

They boarded a train into the city and Rob took his seat in the sparsely populated carriage.

"What do you think you're doing, slave?" he barked as Samantha went to sit down next to him, "assume the position!" As he said this, he clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor at the end of the carriage.

Samantha froze, knowing that he had spoken loud enough for everyone to hear and they were all looking at her, wondering what was going on. Slowly, and with her cheeks burning, she moved to the space next to Rob's seat and sank to her knees. She straightened her back and spread her thighs in the prescribed manner, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on the floor in front her, feeling every eye in the carriage fixed on her. She heard a couple of sharp intakes of breath and sniggering from the other passengers, but there was nothing she could do.

The journey was torturously slow, and new passengers kept entering the carriage at each stop and, looking down at her in confusion or amusement. Rob watched as her rapid breathing made her unrestrained breasts rise and fall alluringly, only adding to the entertainment of his fellow passengers.

He noted that they seemed to break into three distinct groups - those who stared disapprovingly at Samantha, mainly women with partners; those who tried to pretend they weren't looking at her smooth thighs, bare stomach and mobile breasts, mainly those partners whose wives and girlfriends were so disapproving; and the third group, mainly unaccompanied men, who just stared openly and lustfully at her. People-watching had never been so much fun!

Samantha was relieved when Rob finally got up and she could follow him off the train. They had arrived at Covent Garden which, as always, was packed with tourists and street entertainers, and she felt good that she was no longer the centre of attention. Rob led the way through the crowds to the first of the shops he had identified. As they went in, Samantha noted the name 'Savoy Specialist Shoes'.

She had never seen such an array of high heels anywhere and, as someone who never wore anything with a heel more than an inch high, examined them with fascination, like they were artefacts from some lost civilisation.

"What size do you take, slave?" Rob asked as a young, female assistant came towards them.

"Size 5, Master," Samantha replied quietly, hoping that she had managed to finish before the girl was in earshot.

"Could we try these in size 5 please," Rob said, handing her a pair of shoes which Samantha couldn't really see, except to notice that they were black and shiny. On Rob's command, she sat down and took off her own shoes in preparation.

Samantha's jaw fell open when she saw what the girl was bringing back. They were boots with heels, but the heels were ridiculous - stiletto sharp and 7 inches long! To accommodate this, the rest of the boot stretched down to a tiny platform sole attached to the toe. She realised that she knew what they were, ballet boots, as seen on the Internet. But she had never imagined herself wearing such things!

With the assistant's help, she put them on, feeling how her feet were now forced into a pointed position. She took the girl's hand and, with much trepidation, got to her feet and stood, wobbling slightly, rooted to the spot.

"Okay, try walking," the girl said, "don't take big steps, place your feet one in front of the other, keep your back and legs straight and lean back slightly on the heels to keep your balance." Still holding the girl's arm, Samantha took a few tentative steps across the shop. Gradually, she became more confident and, after a couple of minutes walking up and down, she was able to do it unaided. She was surprised by how comfortable they were.

"That's great, I'll take them," Rob smiled to the assistant, "and can we try a pair of these as well?" Samantha was concentrating on navigating back to the chair and so didn't see what he handed her. She took off the ballet boots and handed them to Rob, waiting to see what was next.

By comparison, the next pair were easy. These were normal shoes, shiny black patent leather, with heels of about 5 inches and an inch of platform sole. Samantha walked up and down in them a couple of times, amazing herself at how quickly she had adapted to high heels, despite never having worn them before.

"Okay, we'll take both the shoes and the boots, thanks," Rob said, "please box up the boots and she'll wear the shoes." Samantha was shocked by the price that the girl rang up and, if Rob had been buying her a present, she would have objected, saying that it was far too much - she was very conscious that, while he had a good, well-paying job, she was just a poor student.

But, in this case, she didn't feel like he was buying these things for her. He clearly wanted her to be wearing extreme heels, so he could pay for it, she reasoned. As they walked out of the shop, she found that the heels automatically seemed to make her walk in a sexier way, swinging her hips far more. She enjoyed the sensation, and the fact that more men seemed to be glancing in her direction. Maybe they weren't just for Rob's benefit…

The next shop they entered was called 'Luxury Lingerie', and Rob spent some time looking through the wide selection of corsets. An assistant, male this time, came over to serve them.

"I'm interested in a corset," Rob explained, "could you measure her up and then find the appropriate size in this design, please." The man, in his forties, gave an obsequious smile and produced his tape measure.

He noted down Samantha's bust, waist and hip size, then went away to retrieve the required garment. He came back with an impressively curvy corset in red satin with black lace trimmings.

"We'd like to try it on, please," Rob said, glancing towards Samantha, "take your clothes off, slave." Samantha glanced in alarm at the assistant, seeing his eyebrow raise in a look of surprise. She looked pleadingly at Rob, but could tell from his stern expression that he was serious, and she knew she had no choice.

Reluctantly, she pulled her crop top over her head and then unzipped and stepped out of her shorts, leaving her naked except for the high heels. The older man directed her to step into the corset and pull it up her body, which she did with just a little difficulty getting the waist past her hips. When it was in position, it covered her breasts but left her bald pussy and buttocks embarrassingly exposed. She noticed that the handful of customers had stopped whatever they were doing and were staring at this performance. Nobody was leaving.

"If you'd like to come this way, miss," the salesman smiled, "if you hold onto the counter here, I'll tighten the laces behind." Samantha did as instructed, and felt the stiff corset tighten around her body until it felt like it was crushing her ribs and preventing her lungs from taking in any air.

Eventually, all the slack had been removed, and the assistant gathered up the laces, hiding them behind a panel at the back. As she looked down at herself, Samantha noticed how the pinching of her waist made her hips seem wider and fuller, and her breasts had been pushed up to form an impressive cleavage. As with the shoes, she felt incredibly sexy in this!

"Here, put these on," Rob ordered as he handed her a pair of stockings. As she did so, she was glad that Rob had made her shave her legs, because they slipped on like silk.

While she attached the clips and straightened the seams at the back, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the shop had suddenly become much more busy as shoppers saw what she was doing, or saw the crowd and came over to investigate. She also noticed several flashes as camera phones were used to capture the moment, and she knew that she would almost instantly be all over Twitter and Instagram!

"Excellent!" Rob enthused when she had stepped back into her heels, "we'll take these as is, please." He handed Samantha her shorts but packed the crop top away in a bag as he went to the till to pay. Samantha gratefully covered herself while, at the same time, knowing that she was going to be walking around the city in corset, stockings and heels. She caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror, and had to admit that she looked like a total sex-bomb!

The next stop, once they had escaped the crowds, was something of a surprise to Samantha. Rather than another fetishwear boutique, it was TK Maxx, the discount clothing store which specialises in end-of-the-range designer-wear. She waited while Rob searched through the racks before finding what he was looking for.

"Here, put this on," he said, holding out a black plastic micro-skirt. Samantha looked around nervously, wondering if he meant put it on right here in the middle of the store, or go to the changing rooms. A quick glance at his impatient expression told her that she should choose the quickest, and most embarrassing, option.

After another look around to make sure she wasn't being watched, she slipped out of her shorts and stepped into the skirt. It was so short that it barely covered her bare pussy and bottom, and it didn't cover the tops of her stockings, so the suspenders were now on view. I must look like a real tart, she thought, but this only served to stoke her arousal further.

There were a couple more stops but, in these cases, Samantha was told to wait outside while Rob went in and bought whatever was on his mental list. She was now getting many sideways glances, sly looks and outright stares, as well as having her photo taken. Several teenagers and young men even took selfies with her, with at least one of them cheekily putting his hand up her skirt and pinching her bare bottom!

It was well into the afternoon when they finally moved away from the Covent Garden shops but, rather than heading back to the underground, Rob took them to a bus stop, and they boarded a bus heading for north London. Rob took a seat but indicated that Samantha should stand, which looked weird given that there were so few passengers and so many empty seats. She had no idea where they were going, and it was making her feel very nervous.

The bus ride was a long one, but they finally reached their destination, in an area of the suburbs which Samantha didn't recognise at all, and Rob led the way to a clubhouse behind which were several rugby pitches. As they approached, Samantha saw a sign reading 'North Acton Rugby Union Football Club' and, when they got to the door, noticed a flyer stuck to it reading 'End of Season barbecue. All welcome.' It was dated for that day and she realised this was where they were going - they were attending a social event with all Rob's friends, and her dressed like a hooker! She was mortified at the prospect, but knew that she had no choice but to go through with it. Her level of embarrassment and humiliation had reached an all-time high, but then so had her level of arousal!

When they went inside, she was surprised to find it virtually empty, just one man standing behind the bar.

"Alright, Rob," the barman called out as they approached, although his eyes never left Samantha, "what can I get you and your lovely lady?"

"Hi, Dave," Rob responded, "I'll take a bottle of San Miguel and a glass of water, please." Dave handed him his beer.

"Water?!" he exclaimed, looking at Samantha, "wouldn't you like something stronger, luv?" Samantha looked at Rob, but he just looked back at her with a rather smug smile, clearly waiting for her to respond in the appropriately respectful manner.

"No thank you, Sir," she replied meekly, "water will be fine." Dave shrugged and handed her a glass of water. Rob led her to a back door, and they went out onto the fields. This was where all the people were, Samantha realised, seeing over forty men, obviously rugby players, and wives and girlfriends, chatting and drinking. One of them came over towards them.

"Robbo, you old reprobate!" the young man, about Rob's age, cried out. They gave each other a welcoming bear hug, before the newcomer looked Samantha up and down, from her heels to her bust, before reluctantly dragging his eyes up to her face.

"Pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady," he smiled, "are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend, Rob?"

"She's not my girlfriend, Simon," Rob said dismissively, "she's my slave." Samantha coughed and spluttered as she choked on her drink, and looked at him in astonishment. She had assumed that he would leave it open for people to speculate on why she was dressed this way, not just come out and make her 'little secret' public knowledge! If she had been embarrassed before, she was very definitely humiliated now!

"Your… what?!" Simon exclaimed, "your slave?! What does that mean?!"

"Just exactly what you think it means," Rob replied with a grin, "she does what I tell her to, whatever it is. Now, shall we join the others?" Rob walked off towards the group of young men close to the barbecue. Samantha followed, but Simon continued to stand there, completely astounded at what he had just heard.

Rob greeted everyone in the group who, Samantha guessed, were all members of the team he played for on a Saturday afternoon. As everyone looked at her, expecting Rob to introduce her, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the grass beside his foot. Feeling herself blush even deeper, Samantha swallowed hard and assumed the position on her knees, thighs wide apart. It was no problem keeping her back straight with the restriction of the corset, and she stared at the feet in front of her, knowing that the faces above would be as gobsmacked as Simon's had been.

As the plastic skirt rode up her thighs a couple of extra inches, she wondered if they could see her pussy from up there. She also wondered what the wives and girlfriends would make of her. She didn't have long to wait.

"My oh my, what have we here?" she heard a female voice say above her, "looks like somebody's playing a little game."

"Yes, okay, you rumbled us," she heard Rob say, "this is my girlfriend, Samantha, and she loves playing my slave. So I thought she would make a very entertaining addition to proceedings today."

"Well, your 'slave' has certainly got all the boys' interest and attention!" the woman who had spoken before laughed, "I hope you're going to let her have something to eat and drink later."

"Maybe scraps," Rob replied in an amused tone, "we don't want to waste our good food on a lowly slave, do we?" This caused much laughter around the group, and the general hubbub of conversation gradually resumed.

Samantha began to sweat as she knelt there under the hot afternoon sun for several hours. She didn't dare to look up, but from time to time, groups would gather around her, talking about her rather than to her, and her feelings of isolation and humiliation grew. She hadn't heard Rob for quite some time, as he must have wandered off to mingle, unconcerned about her but, when he did return, she almost wished he hadn't.

"There you go, slave, enjoy!" As he said this, he put two bowls on the ground in front of her, one containing water, the other cut-up pieces of barbecued sausage. "You can move from your slave position to eat and drink, but you mustn't use your hands. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, hardly able to believe the level to which he had reduced her. She was the one who had suggested bondage play and, by implication, the whole gamut of BDSM, but this was so far beyond what she had been thinking, and fantasising, about, it seemed like a whole different game!

Not that she was complaining. Despite the excruciatingly embarrassing, humiliating and degrading way he was treating her, Samantha was still hotter than she had ever been. In fact, she was now desperate for Rob to fuck her hard, in any way and any position he cared to choose!

Feeling very thirsty and hungry, she bent over the bowls while still kneeling and, keeping her hands behind her back, first slurped noisily at the water, then picked out pieces of sausage to chew on, using only her lips to grab the food as it rolled around the bowl.

"Get that arse up in the air!" Rob ordered and, when she obeyed, flicked the hem of the skirt onto her back with his foot. There were several gasps and intakes of breath, followed by laughter as they could all now see Samantha's bare buttocks and pussy which was glistening with her juices, which had been leaking for quite a while!

Samantha knew they were laughing at her shame, but she was too hungry to worry about that. She chased the food around the bowl until she had finished it all, at which point she resumed her slave position and her skirt fell back to cover her. The group, seeing their entertainment over, returned to their conversations, ignoring the scantily clad girl on the grass.

It was starting to get dark and a little chilly by the time the party moved inside, and Samantha was glad to get up and move around as she had become quite stiff and cold. When they got back into the clubhouse, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she was allowed to sit at a large table with all the players from Rob's team. Everybody made sure they had a full glass, but Samantha was disappointed to find that she was still on water.

"Okay, gentlemen - oh, and slave," Simon, who seemed to be in charge, said, "let the fun begin! I think we'll start with the fine old drinking game of Fizz-Buzz-Bang." This got a murmur of approval around the table.

"Hang on a second," one of the other lads said, "how can the slave play? She hasn't got an alcoholic drink!" There seemed to be general annoyance at this comment - they were just happy to interact with this good-looking and sexily dressed young woman. But then, they agreed, rules is rules.

"How about this?" Rob interjected, "how about if, when she gets something wrong, instead of drinking two fingers, she has to remove an item of clothing?" This led to an uproar of cheering and laughing, indicating total approval of the new plan.

"All those in favour of Robbo's suggestion, raise your hand," Simon said officiously and, in response, everyone raised their hand with broad smiles on their faces.

"Please, Sir," Samantha said uncertainly, addressing Simon, "I've never heard of this game!"

"No worries, my dear," Simon smirked, "it's quite simple. We just go around the table, counting off, but any number containing or divisible by 3 is replaced by FIZZ, 5 by BUZZ, and 7 by BANG. Oh, and the direction reverses on each word. If you miss using the correct word, or say it at the wrong time, or forget to change direction, you have to drink two fingers of whatever is in front of you. Or, in your case, remove a piece of clothing." This got another loud cheer. "I'll start and we'll proceed clockwise. One!"

The next person said "Two!", then "FIZZ!", "Four!", "BUZZ!", "FIZZ!", "BANG!" By this time, Samantha was totally confused and, when it finally reached her, she had no idea what she was supposed to say.

"Take it off!" came the delighted shout. Seeing the eager faces all around her, she knew she had failed because she hadn't responded quickly enough, so she took off a shoe and put it on the table. Another loud cheer rang around the table.

The game began again with Rob next to her, and he started at one again, looking at her to indicate that she should go next. She got "two" right but, moments later, she was in trouble because she hadn't noticed the change of direction, and now both high heels were on the table in front of her.

As the game progressed, many of the players had to chug their drink, but it seemed to come round to Samantha far too often, and soon her stockings were on the table as well. Then she lost again, and she looked at Rob pleadingly.

"What's the problem, slave?" he asked with a broad smile.

"I-I need to take off the corset, Master," she explained, knowing that begging to be let off her 'fine' would not be a good idea.

"Why don't we save time," Rob replied, "stand up and just pull down the top of it and get your tits out for the lads!" Another cheer, which was quickly drowned out by a louder one when she displayed her breasts to the delighted young men.

It was quite a long time before she lost again but, inevitably, she did. This time, she stood up and removed her skirt, displaying her bald pussy to the audience.

"Give us a twirl!" someone shouted and, as this got wide approval, she slowly turned full circle, allowing them to examine her in detail. She noticed that everyone in the room, not just those at their table, was now staring at her. This was totally humiliated but, just as before, it was making her even hotter!

"What do we do now?" Simon asked when Samantha lost yet again but have no more clothes to remove.

"Well," Rob said thoughtfully, "there obviously needs to be some forfeit. How about if she walks around the table and everyone gives her a slap on the bum as punishment?" The group, by the evidence of their cheering and clapping, clearly thought this was a fine idea.

Feeling a little persecuted but having to suppress a smile, Samantha started her circuit and, with every smack, jumped and let out a squeal, which delighted the lads even more.

It was very late, everyone was very drunk, and Samantha's buttocks were glowing red by the time they all decided to call it a night. Everyone shook Rob's hand or slapped him on the back as they congratulated him on providing such excellent entertainment. Samantha, having got dressed again, also received many compliments, as well as several pinches on the bottom.

At last, they got in a taxi and Rob gave the address of his flat.

"I hope you had a good day, slave," he said as they entered his apartment.

"Yes, Master," Samantha replied, unable to suppress her smile, "it was incredible!"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I definitely need some relief! Let's get you in your proper state - i.e. naked and tied up - then we can see about that." He helped her out of the corset and, taking several coils of rope from the shopping he had done earlier, box-tied her arms behind her back and gave her a tight breast bondage. Samantha was in ecstasy!

The next couple of hours passed quickly as Rob used all of her orifices to satisfy himself and her. Eventually, exhausted, they fell into his bed. Samantha lay on the bed as Rob snored drunkenly beside her, feeling the ropes still tight around her and her slave collar still in place. Memories of the events of the day flowed through her mind, making the smile on her face a constant fixture. She had never imagined that Rob would treat her like this - so harshly, so contemptuously, so… inventively!

Slowly, she drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep.