Chudayi Ke Din Chdayi Ki Raaten 8211 Part I
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A fantasy I shared with someone on here, inspired by watching Japanese time stop movies, hope you enjoy it as much as I did imagining it and writing it!
I'm walking down the high street dressed tastefully in a long beige skirt, tightly fitted with a slight slit running down the side, and a tight white vest with a silk shirt unbuttoned and tied around it. My hair is lazily tied up and I have a pair of comfy heels on. I feel sexy and feel like I look great but all the men are checking out girls wearing tiny short skirts, jeans shorts with their cheeks showing, yoga pants that are almost see through and huge diving cleavages and no bras. I feel extremely neglected. In the near distance I see a man walking towards me, I can't make out his face but he seems to be looking down at his mobile phone and not concentrating on where he is going. His eyes spring up for a moment and I feel like ours meet, I have that sensation of shock as someone catches me looking at them and I freeze for a split second. A moment later I can't see, can't catch his eye anywhere but my heart is racing, my body has stiffened up, I'm tottering on my heels. I stop to steady myself and look down to see my silk blouse completely undone, my vest is pulled down to expose my bra and my nipples are hard and pointy as darts.
I stop to fix my blouse, and regain my composure, I tuck my bra back in and look around to see if I've caused myself any embarrassment, but everyone seems oblivious to what had happened - I mean a bit of bra showing and some stiff nipples are nothing on the high street on a Saturday afternoon I tell myself. I collect my composure and carry on walking, a few steps later I feel my blouse fly open again, this time it's falling off my shoulders, my bra is peeking out of my top again and my vest is now up above my belly button and I feel the swoosh of my hair dropping out of its pony tail and crashing onto my shoulders. I stop suddenly this time and try to gather myself. My bag is almost falling out of my hands as I try to grab my vest back into place. I begin to panic a little as my sudden stop brings someone crashing into the back of me. I feel the bump and instantly blurt out “sorry”, as I turn around to apologise properly, I feel a hand skate over the back of my skirt, from one side of my bum cheeks all the way to the other cheek. I see the man with the phone for a split second but he is holding it up to take a pic of me, obscuring his face and then a second later he is gone. I turn back around flustered, I can feel people’s eyes on me and I'm sure I'm causing a commotion. I slip my blouse into my bag and try to walk off into the crowd of shoppers as fast as I can.
I slip back into the crowd confused and flustered, wondering if I'd just imagined all this. I try to keep my head down and avoid eye contact, my face blushing, I try to forget what’s racing through my mind. I put my arm across my upper body to rub myself warm as I feel the breeze tickling my skin and making goose pimples stand up off me. As I do so I feel my even stiffer nipples poking me through my vest which paints my face yet a deeper shade of red. I look down and see that I am now completely braless, the shape of my breasts completely traceable through my thin, tight, white top, and my swollen pink nipples cutting an obvious contrast through my top. I grind to halt again, frozen by panic and shame, clutching at my boobs I look around for my bra, where the hell is it? I see the man again, standing inside a shop window dangling my bra in front of his face. Before I can scream or point, he is gone and the crowd is swirling past me again.
I look into my bag for my blouse, as I reach for it in a flash it vanishes, then my tampons are rolling out onto the street even though I haven't reached for them. I bend down and grab them before they roll away. As I'm bent over I can feel my cleavage showing and the heat return to my face as my cheeks light up red. A moment later my vest strap is slipping down my arm exposing my rock hard nipples. I angrily pull it back up and haul myself upright. I vow to get out of the packed high street as fast as I can. Away from whatever, whoever is doing this to me. As I plot an escape route to run, I take the first steps and begin to jog, feeling my body change with each step. By the time I'm running my blouse is back around my shoulders, albeit tied poorly, my hair is back in a scruffier pony tail and I look down and see my bra back in place under my vest with the tops of it still peeking out. I am not sure that I am losing my mind or experiencing some sort of nervous breakdown. I'm relieved that I'm no longer embarrassing myself. I begin walking confidently back into the crowd until I catch a glimpse of the man again, a glint of a smile on his face, he is holding something in his hands that I can't make out. This time he doesn't disappear, he walks off into the crowd, so I hurriedly follow him. I gain on him with each step, almost running in my heels, I shout out hey, he stops and turns round and holds up the item like a sling shot as if he is going to fire it at me. It is a pair of lacy sheer panties, a lovely little embroidered thong, I'm shocked that he would be holding this on a high street and waving them about until it dawns on me....those are my panties....the panties I'm wearing right now...am I wearing them right now? In the split second I pointlessly looked down to my groin to see if I still had my panties, he was gone.
I vow to get out of there, off the high street, away from this crazy man. I dart off into a quiet side street and find an alleyway. I throw my bag down and frantically hitch my skirt up to see if I'm pantieless...to my utter shock they are exactly where they should be, but not quite straight and covering my little landing strip of hair and crammed very tightly up my backside. As I gasp and wonder what is happening to my mind, I hear slow clapping. The Man is taking a pic of me, my skirt up above my waist and my panties still not covering my modesty. I pull my skirt down and give chase down the alley for a few steps, suddenly I feel my legs tangling up, something is trying to trip me. I stumble and can barely stop my self from falling as I put my hand out to the floor to balance myself. I see my panties are around my ankles, and my skirt is pulled up above my bum cheeks. I stop and fix my clothes for a second, it’s enough time for him to appear behind me. I feel his presence and turn round. He is holding my bra again, swinging it around his head. I run towards him, poof, gone. I turn around and runat himagain. Now he has my bra, my panties, my blouse, my skirt and even my bag. “What is happening?” I shout as I grab my head to bury my eyes.
I open my eyes and I'm fully clothed again, I look all around me, finally I see him at the end of the alley slurping on a Mcdonalds drink and holding a brown paper bag. I walk up to him, calmly this time, and purse my lips to ask him a question. He tuts his fingers at me and points to the clothes shop at the end of the alley, “you need to go in the fitting room and fix yourself up, you look a mess”. Again he vanishes, and my hair returns to a messy state, my bra sticking out, my panties in a twist half way down my thigh. I submit to the game I'm losing and hurriedly run to the shop, pulling my panties up and shuddering as every person sees me in this state. I run straight for the changing rooms and as the curtain closes I feel a sense of relief to be in private again, a safe place inside a shop with cctv I assure myself. No sooner have I put my bag down then I hear the slurping of the ice in the bottom of the man’s drink...
I look into the mirror, remembering not to turn around and frighten him off. I finally meet his eyes with mine, I freeze up. Literally I feel a freezing sensation run the entire length of my body, my nipples are bursting, my pussy is tingling, my legs quiver, I can barely stand....all from just looking him in his eyes? "How does that ice cube feel in your pussy" he smirks. I can't breathe as I feel the ice water drip out of my now soaking wet pussy and run down my leg. I can feel a powerful orgasm building inside me...foolishly I try to speak, my words half eaten by my trembling lips. "What is happening to me?" As I stutter the final syllables out of my red face and wobbling chin, my orgasm hits hard, my screams shatter the peace of the changing rooms and reach out and grab for anything to hold onto while my body quakes in ecstasy. Slumped in a heap on the floor, my hair covering my face I hear the sales assistant asking “are you ok madam”...I mumble out a feeble “yes”. As I do so the man whispers in my ear from behind me, "here's the real kicker, look in your panties" I peel my skirt up just in time to see a trail of thick sticky cum gushing out of my lacy thong and onto my leg, dripping down onto the floor. "In the time since we first met, I've bent you into every position possible, groped, squeezed, licked, sucked, fingered, toyed and fucked every single inch of your body...and I’ve dressed you up in every type of sexy outfit and dirty piece of lingerie I could ever imagine.
I looked up but of course he was gone. I looked in the mirror at the sweaty pile of mess I had become and wondered what to do next. As I looked again I saw the brown paper bag. I opened it to find polaroids of me, he’d done exactly as he’d promised, there were pics of me in several states of undress, fully naked, maid costumes, nurses uniforms, fetish outfits, elaborate lingerie, stockings, suspenders, crotchless panties, peep hole bras, corsets, blindfolds, tied up, ball gagged. My head was swirling around, I felt shock pulse through my body. I was so confused, how could this be real I thought? I flicked faster through the pictures, they became close ups of his tongue curling round my nipples, his fingers deep inside my wet pussy, my lips around his cock, my hands wrapped around his member, different dildos in my different holes, my body contorted into so many positions, on top of him, bent backwards, bent over, in positions I’d never even imagined or thought possible. This didn’t happen, it’s not real I thought but as I stared at each picture my body and my muscle memory would give me a feint hint of recognition, a distant memory, almost dreamlike in its vivid quality. He had literally done everything to me he could ever imagine...and more than I ever could have. As I accepted that this had all really happened, nausea and embarrassment gripped my body, my face burned red with humiliation and my head swan once more with disorientation. I felt so used, like a toy. I tried to filter out the thoughts in my head, my own voice being mumbled but as I focused I realised it was the shop assistant saying something I could barely compute. “ok I’m going to come in and check if you’re ok madam”.
I tried to murmur a “no please don’t” but nothing came out and she was already opening the curtain and asking me what had happened. I didn’t know what to say, I looked at myself in the mirror trying to imagine how I could lie or what she must be thinking of me and to my surprise I was back in my original outfit, my hair back in place, the cum cleaned from my leg. What the fuck? “I must’ve bumped my head, I’m ok now” I mumbled. “Take your time madam, we’ve racked up all your shopping and your husband has paid for it all, it’s waiting for you to collect at the checkout”. I nodded and proceeded to get up and follow the assistant. As I walked trying to recover my confidence, I felt his sticky wads of cum swilling around in my panties, coating my neat little curls of pubic hair and trying to escape the tiny confines of my lacy thong. I tried my best to stop anymore cum trickling out of my pussy lips but I could feel forcing its way out. I forgot about the checkout and walked towards the door. “Madam, don’t forget your bags”. She gave me a knowing look as she handed me bag after bag, filled with all the outfits, lingerie, toys, costumes and bondage gear he’d used on me. My humiliation was complete. I tottered out clutching the bags, red faced, beads of sweat coating my brow and drops of cum trickling down my leg again. On a lamppost outside was a dirty picture of me and a handwritten message; “Say thank you for all your gifts and that lovely orgasm or these pictures will follow you wherever you go”. I took a deep breath and forced the words out of my mouth “thank you” whispered as my voice broke and tears streamed down one side of my face. The message changed in front of my eyes “see you again soon...be ready for me whenever you see me and if you try to catch me you’ll regret it”. Fuck you I thought as I ripped the picture down but another picture appeared immediately in its place, dirtier, more provocative and with a new message: “Don’t believe me, take a look at the advertising screen opposite you”. I looked up and saw the big screen cycling through the usual adverts for huge corporations, but ever y other image was spliced between a picture of me naked, being used by him and pleasing him. “oh my god, ok stop I’ll do whatever you want” I shouted rather too loudly, drawing the attention of some passers by, who had also just seen the pics of my. Their dirty glares, leering faces, and lewd comments were enough. I started to run, as fast as I could, I didn’t care where, just anywhere, it didn’t matter. Wherever I went from now on, he would be there....
I'm walking down the high street dressed tastefully in a long beige skirt, tightly fitted with a slight slit running down the side, and a tight white vest with a silk shirt unbuttoned and tied around it. My hair is lazily tied up and I have a pair of comfy heels on. I feel sexy and feel like I look great but all the men are checking out girls wearing tiny short skirts, jeans shorts with their cheeks showing, yoga pants that are almost see through and huge diving cleavages and no bras. I feel extremely neglected. In the near distance I see a man walking towards me, I can't make out his face but he seems to be looking down at his mobile phone and not concentrating on where he is going. His eyes spring up for a moment and I feel like ours meet, I have that sensation of shock as someone catches me looking at them and I freeze for a split second. A moment later I can't see, can't catch his eye anywhere but my heart is racing, my body has stiffened up, I'm tottering on my heels. I stop to steady myself and look down to see my silk blouse completely undone, my vest is pulled down to expose my bra and my nipples are hard and pointy as darts.
I stop to fix my blouse, and regain my composure, I tuck my bra back in and look around to see if I've caused myself any embarrassment, but everyone seems oblivious to what had happened - I mean a bit of bra showing and some stiff nipples are nothing on the high street on a Saturday afternoon I tell myself. I collect my composure and carry on walking, a few steps later I feel my blouse fly open again, this time it's falling off my shoulders, my bra is peeking out of my top again and my vest is now up above my belly button and I feel the swoosh of my hair dropping out of its pony tail and crashing onto my shoulders. I stop suddenly this time and try to gather myself. My bag is almost falling out of my hands as I try to grab my vest back into place. I begin to panic a little as my sudden stop brings someone crashing into the back of me. I feel the bump and instantly blurt out “sorry”, as I turn around to apologise properly, I feel a hand skate over the back of my skirt, from one side of my bum cheeks all the way to the other cheek. I see the man with the phone for a split second but he is holding it up to take a pic of me, obscuring his face and then a second later he is gone. I turn back around flustered, I can feel people’s eyes on me and I'm sure I'm causing a commotion. I slip my blouse into my bag and try to walk off into the crowd of shoppers as fast as I can.
I slip back into the crowd confused and flustered, wondering if I'd just imagined all this. I try to keep my head down and avoid eye contact, my face blushing, I try to forget what’s racing through my mind. I put my arm across my upper body to rub myself warm as I feel the breeze tickling my skin and making goose pimples stand up off me. As I do so I feel my even stiffer nipples poking me through my vest which paints my face yet a deeper shade of red. I look down and see that I am now completely braless, the shape of my breasts completely traceable through my thin, tight, white top, and my swollen pink nipples cutting an obvious contrast through my top. I grind to halt again, frozen by panic and shame, clutching at my boobs I look around for my bra, where the hell is it? I see the man again, standing inside a shop window dangling my bra in front of his face. Before I can scream or point, he is gone and the crowd is swirling past me again.
I look into my bag for my blouse, as I reach for it in a flash it vanishes, then my tampons are rolling out onto the street even though I haven't reached for them. I bend down and grab them before they roll away. As I'm bent over I can feel my cleavage showing and the heat return to my face as my cheeks light up red. A moment later my vest strap is slipping down my arm exposing my rock hard nipples. I angrily pull it back up and haul myself upright. I vow to get out of the packed high street as fast as I can. Away from whatever, whoever is doing this to me. As I plot an escape route to run, I take the first steps and begin to jog, feeling my body change with each step. By the time I'm running my blouse is back around my shoulders, albeit tied poorly, my hair is back in a scruffier pony tail and I look down and see my bra back in place under my vest with the tops of it still peeking out. I am not sure that I am losing my mind or experiencing some sort of nervous breakdown. I'm relieved that I'm no longer embarrassing myself. I begin walking confidently back into the crowd until I catch a glimpse of the man again, a glint of a smile on his face, he is holding something in his hands that I can't make out. This time he doesn't disappear, he walks off into the crowd, so I hurriedly follow him. I gain on him with each step, almost running in my heels, I shout out hey, he stops and turns round and holds up the item like a sling shot as if he is going to fire it at me. It is a pair of lacy sheer panties, a lovely little embroidered thong, I'm shocked that he would be holding this on a high street and waving them about until it dawns on me....those are my panties....the panties I'm wearing right now...am I wearing them right now? In the split second I pointlessly looked down to my groin to see if I still had my panties, he was gone.
I vow to get out of there, off the high street, away from this crazy man. I dart off into a quiet side street and find an alleyway. I throw my bag down and frantically hitch my skirt up to see if I'm pantieless...to my utter shock they are exactly where they should be, but not quite straight and covering my little landing strip of hair and crammed very tightly up my backside. As I gasp and wonder what is happening to my mind, I hear slow clapping. The Man is taking a pic of me, my skirt up above my waist and my panties still not covering my modesty. I pull my skirt down and give chase down the alley for a few steps, suddenly I feel my legs tangling up, something is trying to trip me. I stumble and can barely stop my self from falling as I put my hand out to the floor to balance myself. I see my panties are around my ankles, and my skirt is pulled up above my bum cheeks. I stop and fix my clothes for a second, it’s enough time for him to appear behind me. I feel his presence and turn round. He is holding my bra again, swinging it around his head. I run towards him, poof, gone. I turn around and runat himagain. Now he has my bra, my panties, my blouse, my skirt and even my bag. “What is happening?” I shout as I grab my head to bury my eyes.
I open my eyes and I'm fully clothed again, I look all around me, finally I see him at the end of the alley slurping on a Mcdonalds drink and holding a brown paper bag. I walk up to him, calmly this time, and purse my lips to ask him a question. He tuts his fingers at me and points to the clothes shop at the end of the alley, “you need to go in the fitting room and fix yourself up, you look a mess”. Again he vanishes, and my hair returns to a messy state, my bra sticking out, my panties in a twist half way down my thigh. I submit to the game I'm losing and hurriedly run to the shop, pulling my panties up and shuddering as every person sees me in this state. I run straight for the changing rooms and as the curtain closes I feel a sense of relief to be in private again, a safe place inside a shop with cctv I assure myself. No sooner have I put my bag down then I hear the slurping of the ice in the bottom of the man’s drink...
I look into the mirror, remembering not to turn around and frighten him off. I finally meet his eyes with mine, I freeze up. Literally I feel a freezing sensation run the entire length of my body, my nipples are bursting, my pussy is tingling, my legs quiver, I can barely stand....all from just looking him in his eyes? "How does that ice cube feel in your pussy" he smirks. I can't breathe as I feel the ice water drip out of my now soaking wet pussy and run down my leg. I can feel a powerful orgasm building inside me...foolishly I try to speak, my words half eaten by my trembling lips. "What is happening to me?" As I stutter the final syllables out of my red face and wobbling chin, my orgasm hits hard, my screams shatter the peace of the changing rooms and reach out and grab for anything to hold onto while my body quakes in ecstasy. Slumped in a heap on the floor, my hair covering my face I hear the sales assistant asking “are you ok madam”...I mumble out a feeble “yes”. As I do so the man whispers in my ear from behind me, "here's the real kicker, look in your panties" I peel my skirt up just in time to see a trail of thick sticky cum gushing out of my lacy thong and onto my leg, dripping down onto the floor. "In the time since we first met, I've bent you into every position possible, groped, squeezed, licked, sucked, fingered, toyed and fucked every single inch of your body...and I’ve dressed you up in every type of sexy outfit and dirty piece of lingerie I could ever imagine.
I looked up but of course he was gone. I looked in the mirror at the sweaty pile of mess I had become and wondered what to do next. As I looked again I saw the brown paper bag. I opened it to find polaroids of me, he’d done exactly as he’d promised, there were pics of me in several states of undress, fully naked, maid costumes, nurses uniforms, fetish outfits, elaborate lingerie, stockings, suspenders, crotchless panties, peep hole bras, corsets, blindfolds, tied up, ball gagged. My head was swirling around, I felt shock pulse through my body. I was so confused, how could this be real I thought? I flicked faster through the pictures, they became close ups of his tongue curling round my nipples, his fingers deep inside my wet pussy, my lips around his cock, my hands wrapped around his member, different dildos in my different holes, my body contorted into so many positions, on top of him, bent backwards, bent over, in positions I’d never even imagined or thought possible. This didn’t happen, it’s not real I thought but as I stared at each picture my body and my muscle memory would give me a feint hint of recognition, a distant memory, almost dreamlike in its vivid quality. He had literally done everything to me he could ever imagine...and more than I ever could have. As I accepted that this had all really happened, nausea and embarrassment gripped my body, my face burned red with humiliation and my head swan once more with disorientation. I felt so used, like a toy. I tried to filter out the thoughts in my head, my own voice being mumbled but as I focused I realised it was the shop assistant saying something I could barely compute. “ok I’m going to come in and check if you’re ok madam”.
I tried to murmur a “no please don’t” but nothing came out and she was already opening the curtain and asking me what had happened. I didn’t know what to say, I looked at myself in the mirror trying to imagine how I could lie or what she must be thinking of me and to my surprise I was back in my original outfit, my hair back in place, the cum cleaned from my leg. What the fuck? “I must’ve bumped my head, I’m ok now” I mumbled. “Take your time madam, we’ve racked up all your shopping and your husband has paid for it all, it’s waiting for you to collect at the checkout”. I nodded and proceeded to get up and follow the assistant. As I walked trying to recover my confidence, I felt his sticky wads of cum swilling around in my panties, coating my neat little curls of pubic hair and trying to escape the tiny confines of my lacy thong. I tried my best to stop anymore cum trickling out of my pussy lips but I could feel forcing its way out. I forgot about the checkout and walked towards the door. “Madam, don’t forget your bags”. She gave me a knowing look as she handed me bag after bag, filled with all the outfits, lingerie, toys, costumes and bondage gear he’d used on me. My humiliation was complete. I tottered out clutching the bags, red faced, beads of sweat coating my brow and drops of cum trickling down my leg again. On a lamppost outside was a dirty picture of me and a handwritten message; “Say thank you for all your gifts and that lovely orgasm or these pictures will follow you wherever you go”. I took a deep breath and forced the words out of my mouth “thank you” whispered as my voice broke and tears streamed down one side of my face. The message changed in front of my eyes “see you again soon...be ready for me whenever you see me and if you try to catch me you’ll regret it”. Fuck you I thought as I ripped the picture down but another picture appeared immediately in its place, dirtier, more provocative and with a new message: “Don’t believe me, take a look at the advertising screen opposite you”. I looked up and saw the big screen cycling through the usual adverts for huge corporations, but ever y other image was spliced between a picture of me naked, being used by him and pleasing him. “oh my god, ok stop I’ll do whatever you want” I shouted rather too loudly, drawing the attention of some passers by, who had also just seen the pics of my. Their dirty glares, leering faces, and lewd comments were enough. I started to run, as fast as I could, I didn’t care where, just anywhere, it didn’t matter. Wherever I went from now on, he would be there....
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