That moment of self awareness hits different. One miute you're this fairly normal woman with coworkers and family and friends who care about you, the next you're standing naked in heels shivering in the dark, teeth chattering, waiting for the garage door to raise and the girlfriend to come home and pay attention to you.

What am I doing? Jesus, it's cold.
I'm doing exactly what she told me to do.

The light flicks on and the motor comes to life, the overhead door creaking upwards.
Is it supposed to sound like that? We're going to have to get someone to come out and look at it.

The first gust of wind enters as the door jerks up, the eyes of the little Porsche illuminating my naked body in the darkness. Fuck, what if someone sees me? My heart pounds out of my chest as she revs the car, pulling forward. Light snowflakes follow her as she pulls in, talking on the phone.

Fuck. I only thought it was cold before. The wind whimps across the bare concrete and through my naked body as I huddle, arms across my chest, legs crossed, praying the neighbors aren't out. I can't see anything for the darkness outside, just a hint of the christmas lights in the trees. I wait, teeth chattering from the cold or maybe fear as she takes her time, finally ending her call and gathering her things.

"It's cold, isn't it?" she comments, stepping out of the low slung car, pulling her coat around her. She pauses, glancing at me, as if noticing I'm there for the first time.

"Come, help me," she says, reaching in for her bag. I take her glasses and her briefcase, freeing her hands. She sets her purse in the seat and steps away.

"Fetch me your tit leash, sweety."
I shiver in fear, heart pounding again as her words settle. Suddenly my hands are covering my breasts. She grins, glancing at me. I move to obey, slipping my hand in the side pocket of her purse, feeling for the familiar little chain with the clamps that i despise, fear, and loathe. Maybe it's just a test. Maybe she's just teasing me. I hold it in my hand, dropping it into her palm. She smiles, grasping the little clamps in her gloved fingers, opening the jagged little jaws against the spring holding them together. She smiles again, holding them open in front of me. I stamp my feet defiantly, whining in misery already as it becomes clear what she wants.

"Be a good girl," she coaxes, smiling as she watches my thoughts cross my face. "Hurry, I can't hold them open for you forever, sweetie."

I can't do it. i just can't. The memory of the pain comes rushing back. I just can't!

I lean forward, wincing as my rock hard nipples graze the sharp metal. I whine again, imploring her with my eyes to have mercy on my soul. She smiles, opening the little jaws as open as she can force them, allowing my hard nipples to rest on the lower jaws while she slowly releases the spring, the upper jaws crushing the terrible little teeth onto my tender nipples. I gasp from the pain, a sudden fire as the teeth sink in, the pain instant and seering as I cry out in anguish, trying to be a good girl, trying not to be so dramatic, trying to hold the pain inside.

It spills out and I moan, gritting my teeth in agony as she releases them, stomping my feet, bent at the waist, hands dancing over the little clamps desperately trying to keep from touching her toys.

She watches me struggle, smiling, her arms curling around my bare waist, drawing me to her.

She's incredibly warm. I whimper, trying to stiffle the tears that have sprang to my eyes.

"Hurts!" I hiss desperately, beginning to pant.

"I know it does, sweetie. It's supposed to," she says softly, one arm around my waist, the other, her hand, brushing my hair from my face with her fingers. "Your tears make me so wet."

"Tanya! Please!" I whisper desperately.

"Please what, Michelle?" she asks, kissing my cheek. "Don't you want to hurt for me, sweetie?"
"Oh God it hurts so bad!"
"I know it does. You're doing so well. Be a dear and go fetch the mail for me?" she grins, slowly releasing me as her words sink in.

She wants me to go outside. Naked except lipstick and heels, wearing my tit leash.
"Oh God please no, Tanya!" I plead, knowing it's in vain.
"Scoot. I'm cold. Don't keep me waiting." She giggles, swatting me on the ass. "It's nasty enough the neighbors shouldn't be out and if you stay out of the light, maybe no one will see you. Scoot!"

To be continued, maybe...