Exploitable Lust Pt. 07

Author's Note:

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long time gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others. Fear not, I will continue this storyline as well as my others. I even have ideas on incorporating end series together in a possible new story. I will have more on this as I get further along. If you haven't read my previous stories, I highly recommend checking them out. As always, please rate and comment this story, and feel free to leave me feedback. Also, I enjoy getting suggestions for possible scenarios in my stories. I can't promise to use all of them, but have found myself drawing inspiration from past suggestions. Enjoy, and happy reading.

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I didn't hear from Jerome again until he texted me the following Friday morning asking what I had going on for Saturday. My daughter had another cheer competition so I informed him that I was going to support her. He told me that he wished I was free, as he wanted to see me. Actually what he said, was that he wanted to use my slutty holes, but it meant the same thing to me. Of course I wanted to see Jerome as well, but I knew I couldn't miss my daughter's performance so to try and please him, I asked if there was anything I could do that would make up for the fact that I wouldn't be able to meet up with him.

Jerome: In fact I believe there are some things you can do to make up for the fact that your holes are unavailable for my use.

Me: Anything ;)

Jerome: That's what I like to hear slut. To start, I think you should go to her competition wearing only a dress; no underwear.

Me: I can do that.

Jerome: You should also stuff your cunt with a pair of your daughter's panties before you go as well. I know how much you loved doing it the other night.

Me: Do you want me to leave them in while I am at her competition?

Jerome: Yes. Stuff them all the way in, but leave just the tag of the panties hanging out.

Me: Oh god, that sounds so naughty.

Jerome: You will also bring your hood with you in your purse.

Me: Is that so I can make more content for you to post online?

Jerome: Of course slut, and I also have an idea on how to up the look of said content, but it will require you going out today and picking up a few items.

Me: I will happily get whatever you request.

Jerome: I want you to get a slave collar and tag for yourself, but you are not to do so at a sex shop. Instead, you will purchase the collar at a petshop, and have a custom tag made at the machine they have in the store.

Me: I am wet from the thought.

Jerome: Pick out a black leather collar, and pair it with a red heart tag. At the machine you are to have it engraved to say "Cheating Slut."

Me: Consider it done.

Jerome: Great. Make sure to take a picture of yourself wearing it to send to me. I'll be in touch on Saturday with further instructions.

Me: Okay, I can't wait.

I was practically dripping wet after our text conversation, and was couldn't wait for Saturday. It would be such a wickedly naughty day, I knew that for sure. The moment our text exchange ended, I rushed to my bedroom to get dressed to go out and pick up the materials Jerome had requested. I had been naked when he had contacted me, so when I went to dress I didn't really feel like putting too much on. Also, I thought about what I was going to be wearing the next day and figured I should go for a test run in only a dress. I pulled a simple summer dress from my closet; one that I usually made sure to wear underwear with, but this time would be going without. The light fabric on my skin felt amazing and I knew that the following day would be a huge turn on. Grabbing my purse I headed out the door.

The nearest pet shop was in the center of town, but at that time of day I figured it wouldn't be that busy. After only a short drive I was soon pulling into the parking lot of the shopping complex, and then walking into the store. Just as I had figured, the place was practically empty except for the few employees. I made a beeline to the pet accessories aisle, and searched for the collars. They were easy found, and I soon began to look through them for only the black leather ones. There was only a small selection that met my criteria, and most were studded or bedazzled which I didn't really care for. I selected one that was a thin strip of black leather. It had a typical fastener, and the ring to a leash on the opposite side. Holding the item in my hand I realized I had no idea if it would fit, or what size to get. The only way to know which size would be correct would be to try them on, which was fine if I was testing them out on a dog, but I would have to put them on my own neck.

I was again thankful for the scarcity of other customers. Not wanting to think too much about the absurdity of trying on dog collars in public, I quickly brought one of them up to try and pull around my neck. The first one was too small, so I discarded it and grabbed the next size up. Again, after repeating the process, it too was too small and I had to test out another. Eventually, after four attempts, I found one that I thought would fit just right. Satisfied, I noticed the leashes and figured I might as well get one as the thought of Jerome leading me around like a pet honestly got me wet.

With the two items in hand, I headed back towards the front of the store and the registers. I was quickly checked out, and stationed at the self-serve kiosk for custom tag making. There were a variety of options and styles to choose from, but Jerome had already informed me as to what he wanted. I quickly chose the red heart shaped tag, and then typed in my custom name; "Cheating Slut." I blushed as I typed, but knew that it was a true name tag for me. I was a cheating slut, and I loved it. It took a few moments for the machine to engrave the name on the metal tag, but eventually it was spit out and I was able to attach it to the collar.

In my car, I stuffed both the collar and the leash in my purse before racing home. I was revved up from my purchase, and couldn't wait to get home to truly try it on. It was only seconds after I was inside my home before I started to strip the dress from my body and pull the collar from my bag. As if practiced in putting a collar on myself, I had it fastened around my neck in no time at all and was proudly staring at myself wearing it in a mirror. The look of it made me feel so slutty, and so submissive. I wished Jerome was there to see me, and then quickly use me, but he would only be able to see a picture of my collared self. I held my phone up and snapped a picture of my entire nude body to send off to him, and to show my completion of his task. The simple nude selfie of me only wearing a dog collar and a pair of heels seemed more erotic than any other picture I had sent to him, or that he had taken of me. I felt so exposed, and I loved it.

He didn't respond back, but I didn't mind In fact, I was inspired to send him another picture. Not another of me naked, but a simple picture of me holding the accompanying leash I bought. I added text to the picture that said, "I bought a leash for you to hold." The second picture was meant to entice Jerome, and as I sent it the image of me naked and collared while he led me around on the leash once again popped into my head. My hand instinctively dropped to my crotch, but I resisted playing with myself. Instead, I removed my collar, and stored both it and the leash in my purse. I then went and grabbed the black hood to also stash it away in my purse so that I had them ready for the next day.

With the items stored, I refocused on my normal life as a wife and mother. My family would be home in a few hours, and I realized I hadn't gotten any groceries from the store to make dinner with. Thankfully I had time to do so, and went to get dressed to run the errand. Usually I would have dressed in my typical house wife and mother clothing when going out, but since meeting Jerome my desire to dress more provocatively had soared to new heights. As I went through my clothes, I was looking for a dress to wear that was even shorter than the one I had worn to the pet store as I wanted to once again go out without my underwear on. I was sexually charged and wanted to push my own boundaries. The dress I had worn the night I went out with Jerome would have been perfect, but I remembered that I no longer had it as it was most likely still in the trunk of his car. Not happy with the options my closet held, I went off to my daughter's room to peruse her closet.

As her mother, I was familiar with the items of clothing she wore. In fact thanks to Jerome I was becoming quite familiar with them. I knew she had some dresses that I had felt were quite short for her, so I began to search for them. As I pulled through her garments, my pussy began to slicken with the thought of not only going out in public in a short dress and no underwear, but also with the knowledge that I was planning on wearing my daughter's short dress. After only a short search I came across the perfect option. It was a plaid pattern dress, in the look of a shirt, and it was belted. The dress was casual, and I wouldn't look out of place, but what made it perfect was the length. The skirt of the dress fell to just barely my mid thigh, and the dress itself also buttoned up the front which allowed for daring cleavage options.

Happy with my selection, I took it with me back to my room to get dressed and get ready to go out. Minutes later I was ready to go, and giddy to do so. I had chosen to leave the top two buttons undone which revealed a good amount of cleavage, but nothing to shocking. I also left the bottom button undone to allow for a higher slit in the front. Of course I was covered, but it made for a more daring look as the lowest button fastened was at the level of my bare and uncovered pussy. Needless to say, I was desperately horny.

Getting into my car, the hemline of the dress rose and spilt in such a way that my pussy was completely exposed. Thankfully, I wouldn't be doing a lot of sitting in the grocery store I thought. When I arrived at the store and began to shop, I felt as though all eyes were on me, but that could've been just my own mind making it seem that way. Whatever the case, I loved it, and I floated around the grocery store on a cloud of arousal and excitement as I secured items needed in my basket. In the produce section, I was drawn to the phallic shaped items; the cucumber, bananas, carrots, zucchinis, and even the thick eggplants. Even though my dinner recipe did not call for any of those ingredients, miraculously they found their way into my basket; I was sure I would find a good use for them.

As I continued my stroll through the store, I could feel the cool air of the refrigerators waft up and caress my naked sex under the dress. It was such a freeing and sexual feeling. I knew that I was getting really turned on when I began to imagine what it would be like to be completely naked in the store. It was at that point I figured I should probably checkout, as I may do something that could potentially get me in trouble.

At the register, the cashier who rung me up was a college aged girl who was sweet and cheerful, but didn't seem to be aware of my near nakedness or the naughty intentions of some of the items I had purchased. I reckoned however, that in all actuality why would she as I did just look the part of well dressed women doing some grocery shopping. In my mind though, I was a sex crazed slut just waiting to be used. As she handed me my receipt, all I could think about was how I wished I was seeing Jerome. Unfortunately, I was not going to be seeing him, and would have to settle for performing for him through text message in an unknown manner on Saturday during my daughter's cheer competition. Though it was minimal, I knew it was better than nothing.

When I got home, I unpacked all the groceries, and then stripped naked. I returned my daughter's dress to her room, and then redressed in a more appropriate outfit for when her and my husband would be home. I then went about preparing dinner and the process of making it so that it would be ready upon their arrival. The task of doing so was a great distraction from the many naughty thoughts that had inhabited my brain, and in no time at all I had dinner near completion just as both my husband and daughter got home.

That evening was our typical friday night. We talked about our weeks, and the plans we had for the weekend. Stephanie and I confirm what time she has to be at the school for the competition, and my husband let me know that some of his friends had invited him out to the bar on Saturday night to watch some game and have drinks. I smiled at him and said that he should go and have fun, but inside I was doing flips of joy as I thought it may allow me time to meet up with Jerome after my daughter's event. Almost as if I had planned it, Stephanie asked if it was alright if she stayed the night at her friend's house after the competition, which I of course said was perfectly fine. With both my daughter and husband out of the house for the evening, I had the perfect opportunity to meet up with Jerome. All I had to hope for was that he would be available to meetup with me. I knew the possibility that he would be spending his evening with Miss Bell, so I began hatching a plan to entice him to chose me to spend his Saturday night with.

The rest of dinner, and that evening went as normal, all the while I continued to plan out my tactic to make Jerome have me over the next day. Even when we all sat down to watch a movie together, I was only half engaged as my mind rolled over thoughts and ideas. I hardly knew what was going on in the movie, but when I looked over at my husband I knew I was doing better than him. He had fallen asleep, and looked like he was dead to the world. I softly shook him awake, and told him to go to bed. My daughter giggled at his groggy response, but said she should probably head to bed as well to get need sleep before her big day. I watched as my two loved ones walked to their rooms, and told each to sleep well. I then explained that I would soon be heading off too once I finished the movie. However, my real intentions were to stay up until I knew both were asleep, and then set my plan into motion to convince Jerome to choose me over his other slut Miss Bell to use the following evening.

It was about an hour later that I felt confident that both my husband and daughter were asleep and I began to set my plan in motion. Firstly, I stripped naked and retrieved my newly purchased dog collar from my purse along with my hood. Then, I retrieved one of the thick cucumbers I had bought at the grocery store. While I was in the kitchen, I used some grapeseed oil I use occasionally for cooking to lubricate my ass. Satisfied that I had all the components needed for my plan, I put on the hood and collar before heading outside with the cucumber and my phone in hand. Once outside, I held my phone up in front of me, and began to record a video.

My plan was to begin walking down my street to the corner while I spoke to the camera about how I was available the next day to come over and see Jerome. Being naked, hooded, and collar was my way of showing him how dedicated I was to him. Also, I had a surprise for when I reached the corner of my street that I hoped would really cement my desire to be used by him.

It was late out, so I didn't really fear of anyone being outside and seeing me. I walked as if everything was normal, all the while I spoke into the camera about how much I wanted to see Jerome the following evening, and how much I needed to be used by him. The further away I got from my house, the more aroused I became and the more desperate I began to sound on the recording. By the time I reached the end of my street, which was about four houses down, I was spewing out my desire and desperation. It was at that point that I unveiled my secret which involved the cucumber. I held it up and let the camera know exactly my intentions.

"To prove just how desperate I am to have you fuck me and use me, I am now going to stuff this thick cucumber into my ass right here on the corner of my street. Once it is inside my ass, I will send you this video before I take it out or even begin to walk back to my house."

Just as I said I would, I then moved to get into a better position. It was a bit awkward, but once I got down onto my knees I was able to hold my phone in one hand to capture the green vegetable as I pushed it into my lubed asshole. It felt so amazingly filling as it stretched me open and slid into my depths. I pushed until just the last half inch of the cucumber was visible at which point I swung my phone around to speak once again stated that I hoped Jerome liked what he saw. Satisfied with my task, I stopped recording, and while still on my knees with the cucumber lodged in my ass, I sent the video off to Jerome. Even after the video was sent, I remained kneeling on the sidewalk corner just basking in the naughtiness of what I was doing.

I am not sure just how long I remained stationary, but it seemed like a long moment as eventually I began to feel the ache in my knees from the hard surface. When I stood to relieve the pain, I felt the pressure of the cucumber send a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I instantly got the idea to leave it in. I wanted to see what it would be like to try and walk back with it in place in my ass. Taking a few tentative steps at first, to see if it was possible to walk, I began to make my way back. Each step sent a jolt of sensation through my body; it was amazing. Eventually, thanks to my movements and gravity, the cucumber began to slip out, but rather than let it fall, I instead used my hand to hold it in place as I walked. The fact that I was walking naked in public never entered my brain, all I was focused on was the moment and sensation of it all.

By the time I returned back to my house, my pussy was drenched with arousal, and I was actually panting like a dog in heat. I didn't want the night to end, but I also knew it must. Reluctantly, I pushed the thick vegetable out of my rectum, and removed both the collar and hood before entering back into my home. Inside, my home was quiet as both my family members were sound asleep. I stashed the hood and collar back into my purse before heading back into the kitchen. In a bit of extra naughtiness fun, I decided to put the cucumber back into the fridge without even cleaning it. It just seemed too much of a waste to toss it out.

With a smile on my face, I went back out to the living room and sat on the couch; deciding not to redress. I was half waiting to hear from Jerome, and half just not ready to go to bed. As I sat, I began to do my now typical nightly browsing of interracial porn which only added to my arousal level. However, I had to stop as I knew it would be an early morning for me, and hopefully an enjoyable evening as well. Standing up from the couch, I went into my daughter's restroom to retrieve the pair of her panties that I would use to complete Jerome's instructions of me for the next morning. After a bit of digging, I uncovered a bright red thong that would do just the ticket. I then retreated back to my bedroom, and my snoring husband. Not really wanting to get dressed I decided instead to just sleep in the nude, so after stashing my daughter's thong in my hamper, I joined my unaware husband in bed and drifted off to sleep.

Of course, when my alarm rang out the next morning I was groggy but almost instantly I perked up at the thought of what my morning held. My husband was still out cold as he often liked to sleep in on the weekends, so there was no questions from him as to why I had slept naked. I scurried into my closet to retrieve the summer dress I had worn the day before to get the collar, and then locked myself in the bathroom to shower and get ready. Of course as was my habit now, I made sure that I was completely shaved of all hair below my neck while I cleaned myself; though I would never truly be able to wash away all my dirtiness. Washed and moisturized, I got myself slipped into the light summer dress and did my hair.