Christmas Memories

A/N: The one shot of doom #2 of my Christmas fantasies.
This will be first person from the girl (Priscilla's) point of view, because a guy would do anything to read a girl's mind for a day. I think I'm getting there with her, while still keeping my more precious body parts intact. The only thing is that she won't let me do this to her. I guess I won't ever humiliate her like this.
Yay for high school~

I lay in bed quietly, my fingers were aching to touch myself. Briar was lay next to me, watching my hands massage my own thighs, bare and wet from the night before. I wanted to show him my pleasure and my lust.
Actually, I just wanted to delay my promise to him by another few minutes.
I had promised to be his slave for a day, starting the morning after we have sex, after losing a game to him in strip poker months ago and being unwilling to strip. I told him I wasn't ready for him to see anything past my thighs that time.
And with the ideas he comes up with, I'm still not sure if I'm ready. Briar was creative in ways that would impress me...sometimes even scare me.
I sat up and spread out my legs, my fingers started playing with my sex. I started getting wetter as he took my other wrist and ran my own fingers across my opening and finally slid it inside.
“We're going to something embarrassing after this,” he whispered to me. The feeling of his warm breath in my ear and his soft lips brushing against my earlobe was enough to make sure I could only conform to his will.
“Yes,” I said, while I touched my g-spot. I started breathing heavily and my body gave way to all of its sensations. Briar's will was forced upon my body and they became my own. I wanted to be humiliated.
I noticed him staring straight at my chest. His eyes were heavy upon my body, as if he was pressing his hand against my breasts. I let out a yelp of pleasure at the thought of him enjoying the sight of my body, but I wasn't content with him watching me.
With my free hand, I took one of his and pressed it against my chest. The feeling was too good to describe. I dragged his fingers down my skin and I came once it got close to my privates. My juices gushed out from my body and onto his hand.
I blushed as I made his hand wet, I wasn't trying to do that but I need his touch. He wiped it on my breasts and forced me to leave of my room naked while he was clothed. The only times I have ever been naked were during my baths. It felt weird being out of my room naked with my boyfriend next to me.
“Remember, you're my slave for the rest of the day, so you have to do everything I say,” he reminded me with a soft voice. I could only imagine the malicious ideas going through his mind. His voice was soothing to me, but I've known him for years and knew that the only time he used this voice was when he wanted something.
“Yes, I will,” I replied. Even if I had said no, he could tease me until my body starts acting on its own. Even his words had such a control over me that I became putty in his hands. He gave me a light and frilly skirt that reached my upper thighs and a thin white t-shirt.
“You'll be wearing these today for your school's Christmas party and are not allowed to wear anything else unless I tell you otherwise.”
The line he said seemed obvious to me. I went to pick up my bra on the floor and started to put it on, which resulted in my butt being spanked hard. I dropped the bra from shock and landed on my knees. Before I could reply, he pushed me over on all fours and rubbed the red skin on my behind.
“Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to wear anything else?”
I could tell that he was serious about this. I really would be his slave. Something hit me and I asked him the first thought that came to mind.
“But...my band is playing on a stage...and it's raised above the audience...they might see up my skirt!” I was scared and embarrassed at the thought of it. Everyone...in my school...
My classmates would never forget if something like that happened. Strangers may even know...it might even cause a scandal...I flushed red and he pulled me closer.
“I know. It makes it even more exciting.” My chin was on his shoulder. I couldn't see anything below me, but noticed the absence of one of his arms around my body. Right now, I needed his touch and hold desperately.
I felt that hand between my legs. Something cold and hard slipped into my body, followed by his fingers. It reached in deeply, causing me to gasp and moan. I was still sore but his fingers penetrated me left me wanting more when he took it out. I couldn't feel anything leaving my body except his fingers.
“What was that,” I asked him. My mind was filled with fear, worry and the excitement of surprise.
“You'll find out soon,” he answered. Briar was just playing with me now.
“School ends early today. After school, we'll go home and go on a date. During that date, you're still my slave and you will do everything I say.” He stopped holding me and folded the clothes I was going to wear.
“W-Wasn't I going to wear that?” My voice shook. I didn't know what he could be thinking. All I knew was that he was planning something.
“You are, but you will put it on once you arrive at school.” I nodded blankly. I could only agree to him. He had me teased and as his slave. I closed my eyes and let him hold me. My worries ended as he embraced my body. He let go and I pulled him closer, forcing his body to meet mine.
“Don't hurt me, okay?” I was his and that was all I needed. He walked me outside, feeling my cunt and keeping it wet. The teases were too much for me. I wanted more than just these slight touches. I needed him inside me, touching my vagina until I reached climax. My hands reached in between my legs until he said, “I forbid you to touch yourself.”
He timed it perfectly. I touched myself only enough to cause me to bring myself painfully close to orgasm.
He stopped by a store. He took handcuffs from the glove compartment and cuffed my hands above my head. People walked by my car and one person glanced at me. I felt my blood race up to my face and ears. The thought of someone other than my love seeing me naked and bound made my face turn crimson. Briar came back with a bag and left it as a surprise for me later.
I was still naked when I arrived at school so I looked around. There was no one around so Briar unlocked my cuffs and set my hands free. He came out of the car and he snuck up behind me.
“You're naked in public. Someone might see you,” he said as he rubbed my sides lightly. I quickly slid on my shirt and he pulled it back. While my t-shirt touched my chest, my dark nipples stood out against my skin and through the shirt.
I put on the skirt and he lifted it gently to stare at the sweet spot between my legs. It's embarrassing for me, being watched in such a way. Someone else came closer and he lowered my skirt again. I relaxed and we walked to the cafeteria together.
When we sat at the cafeteria, he took my hands and placed it in my pocket and I smiled gently. Looking at myself like this, I could feel my heart warming up. Then my hand slipped through the end of the pocket with his and I wondered what was happening. I felt my own thighs.
“The white, thin skirt is ideal for showing any signs of wetness,” he said, pressing my hands against my own clit. It was only seconds later that I felt myself getting wet.
I saw spots on my skirt, dark and almost shining. I touched them and they were wet. His hands slipped out of the area between my legs. I tried to pull my fingers away, but my lust took hold of my hands and I rubbed my thighs quickly. Briar gave me a pinch to my nipple, making me squeak in shock, but it helped me pull my senses together and calm my desires.
“I told you, you aren't allowed to touch yourself yet,” he said to me, squeezing harder. “You will touch yourself once you're on stage during interventions though.”
I could only nod as my desires grew wilder and he released my nipples.
Finally, they called my band up to the stage. I stood in the front, my band had unknowingly forced me to give people more chances to see up my skirt. I held up my bass with one hand and the sling.
The other hand in my pocket started to rub myself with the bass covering the wet spots and motion in the skirt. In the three minutes I was given to finger myself, I couldn't reach my peak. Instead, I was left with greater desire than before. I felt my lust dripping off of my skirt and onto my thighs.
Once the song was started, I pressed the bass guitar against my lap to hide the large wet spot and to limit my skirt's motion. I swayed my hips around, swaying my skirt until I noticed Briar in the front row. He was watching me. As I swayed, the object inside my body rubbed my inner walls and I remembered that he placed something inside of me that morning.
Suddenly, it started vibrating. I almost collapsed and moaned from the intense pleasure it was giving my G-spot. The shock ran through my body and became pleasure. My playing started getting sloppier, so everyone's eyes were on me. The pressure I was under overwhelmed me. I was already close to coming, but the G-spot vibrator finished the job.
The climax came hard from my G-spot, causing my juices to stream from my body again. It dripped visibly onto my thighs and glistened like morning dew. I didn't know how something that felt so good could be so embarrassing. The orgasm ended as the song did. I was able to go down to the seats and collapse in Briar's lap. It was still vibrating, making me wetter and vulnerable to seduction. I couldn't think at all as the vibrator brought me close again. My skirt was obviously soaking.
“You did a good job up there, I saw your privates a couple of times too.” My face flushed crimson. Nearing my orgasm, I could only flush and wait.
“W-what did you put inside of me,” I managed to gasp out those words shakily as another orgasm wracked my body, making my skirt, thighs and knees even wetter. He held up a remote control with a dial going from 1-100%.
“I only put a remote controlled vibrator inside of you, is it so humiliating,” I knew he was only trying to scare me, but I knew he could do it, “it's only morning, there's more to go. So now, walk out first and wait outside, don't hide the wet spot on your skirt.” He turned the vibrator off, I sighed in relief now that my body wasn't in the imminent threat of coming.

We were outside of his car now. I longed for the visual cover and protection of his car.
“Strip,” he told me. I took off my shirt and unbuttoned my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. I picked them up and folded them. He opened the door for me and I sat inside. Again, he handcuffed me and I don't think I'd ever get used to the feeling of being cuffed naked to the car. It was so humiliating.
“We're going on a date to the mall,” he told me. We drove there with his fingers constantly teasing me.

When we arrived, I got out of the car first. He took a “Santa girl” top out of the bag from the store and made me wear it. It just barely reached my thighs, and bending over to pick up anything that dropped would reveal my bare bottom. Any juice coming from me would be plainly visible to any stranger around.
We walked to the door and just before entering the mall doors, he gave me a kiss, pushing a pill into my mouth. I swallowed it, being caught up in the moment as his slave.
“What was that,” I asked. The thought of me willingly taking a drug he gave me left me in fear.
“You'll find out soon, I promise.” That line made me shudder. He keeps his promises. After a bit of walking in the mall, and checking out stores, we stayed at the food court. Talking and eating was fun, for a great 20 minutes, I forgot I was his slave. I drank half my Coke and suddenly, I needed to go to the restroom badly. I tried to hold it in but I felt the pee leaking out of my body.
“I'm going to the restroom!” I screamed it out and ran but felt a tug at my shirt. I stood still and squeezed my legs together, holding it in for as long as I could while I fought back the small amounts leaving my body.
“I won't allow you to use the restroom. You are to relieve yourself in this cup,” he said. He held my half empty cup to me. Inside was still the remaining Coke I didn't finish drinking.
“B-But-”
“You're my slave.” I didn't understand why, but his voice was urging me to follow his order. I sat at the table and placed the cup in front of my opening. I let my pee drip into the cup slowly at first, then quickly to fill the whole cup. I was still unrelieved and had to go more.
“Drink all of it.”
“I...I don't think I can.”
“If you don't do it, I won't allow you to use the restroom.” I pressed the rim of the cup to my lips and parted them. I allowed the drink to enter my mouth. The foul-sweet liquid entered my mouth and I struggled to swallow it all. Once it was all swallowed, Briar looked at his watch.
“The pill should start taking effect soon.” It was said quietly. I was suddenly filled with the pure need to pee. My bladder suddenly felt as if it would explode from pressure. I ran to the restroom, but he grabbed my shirt again.
“I told you, I won't let you go.” He grinned sadistically.
“What do you want me to do?” I pressed my legs together, squeezing them and praying he would just tell me. The pain of holding it in flooded me. I wanted to go right now and the restroom was only ten feet away.
“Scream out the words 'I need to pee' ten times, so that everyone around you hears you.” I thought about it. The sheer thought of it filled me with embarrassment. Suddenly, all she wanted was to go.
“I NEED TO PEE! I NEED TO PEE! I NEED TO PEE!” I felt everyone's eyes wander towards me. They wanted to see what I was doing, why I was screaming such things out.
“I NEED TO PEE! I NEED TO PEE!” I fell on my knees, squeezing my legs together. Then I pushed myself off the ground and continued screaming.
“I NEED TO PEE! I NEED TO PEE! I NEED TO PEE!” I couldn't take it anymore. I took a running step towards the restroom. Everyone's attention was focused on me, I continued screaming to please Briar.
“I NEED TO...AHHHHH!” I couldn't hold it in anymore. The hot liquid burst out of my body painfully and I fell to my knees again. My chest touched the ground and I lay in a puddle of my own pee. Everyone watching snickered at me.
“Come on Priscilla, it's time to go home now.” He took me to his car and drove us home. I hid my face until the end of next month.

A/N: Priscilla wouldn't do this if it was real life, just to tell you. She has more will than that. Much more.