"Alright then," I said, my voice cold and authoritative.
"Take off your panties now and hand them to me. After that, you’re going to the supermarket to do your grocery shopping—completely commando."
Her breathing turned into ragged, desperate gasps the moment the order left my lips. She didn’t hesitate for a second.
With shaking hands, she slid the blue lace panties down her legs and held them out toward me.
Her fingers were trembling violently, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the arousal coursing through her.
I didn’t reach for them. Instead, I leaned in closer, my eyes locking onto hers.
"Sniff them, you lewd woman," I commanded.
Her eyes lit up with a wild, perverse excitement. She didn’t question it for a heartbeat; she raised the damp, fragrant lace to her face and took deep, long inhales of her own scent.
As she inhaled, her head tilted back and her mouth fell open, her face twisting into a mask of pure, unadulterated lust.
She looked utterly lost in the smell of her own submission, completely ruined by the erotic act.
"Lick your own cum," I ordered, watching her closely. "And tell me how it tastes."
She didn’t hesitate for a single second. She brought the fabric to her tongue, greedily lapping up the moisture while keeping her eyes locked onto mine.
The look she gave me was scorching—full of heat, shame, and a desperate, burning hunger.
It was clear to me now: if I told her to strip naked right here in the lift, she wouldn’t just obey, she’d probably beg me to make it a public show.
In this world, the idea of being caught seemed to only act as an accelerant to her lust.
The possibility of someone else seeing her humiliated like this clearly turned her on even more.
After she finished licking the fabric clean, I took the damp lace from her fingers. She held them out to me with a kind of reverent, trembling submission.
"Will that be all, Sir?" she whispered.
I hadn’t even noticed when she started calling me that, but the sound of her using the title made my skin prickle.
Hearing a beautiful, mature woman address me with such total, submissive devotion was intoxicating.
"Yes, that will be all for now," I replied, my voice hard and commanding.
"When you reach home, make sure you call me. Wait for me. I’m coming over to your house today, so be ready to get fucked like the bitch you are. Got it?"
A violent shiver ran through her body. Her face twisted into a wide, slutty, and absolutely ecstatic grin.
"Yes, Sir," she gasped, her voice thick with pure, unadulterated longing.
As we stepped out into the bustling lobby, I quickly typed my number into her phone.
I caught her eye, my gaze sharp. "I want a picture," I commanded, my voice low.
"When you’re at the supermarket, I want you to lift that skirt and take a photo of your nude, leaking pussy for the camera. Send it to me immediately, Understood?"
Her eyes glazed over with lust. Her face flushed a deep, frantic red, and she nodded eagerly.
The thought of being exposed in public—completely commando—was clearly sending her into a state of total, blissful surrender.
"Understood, Sir," she gasped, already walking toward the exit with a newfound, heavy-legged swagger.
I couldn’t let her leave without a parting gift. I reached out and delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her rear.
The sound echoed through the lobby, and her cheeks wobbled violently as she stepped out into the daylight.
As she turned and started down the path outside, her ass bounced rhythmically with every step.
I watched as she walked away, her hands clutching the hem of her dress, her body language screaming that she was ready to drop everything, spread her legs, and put on a show for anyone passing by.
She looked absolutely ruined, and I couldn’t wait to see what she would send me.
It was the perfect start to my day. I turned in the opposite direction, a satisfied smile on my face.
*****
I made my way toward the central park, located in the opposite direction from the supermarket.
It was a large public park, one of the city’s most popular gathering places. During the early mornings, it was filled with people out for a jog, exercising, walking their dogs, or simply enjoying the fresh air while chatting with friends.
By evening, the atmosphere would change completely. Families would gather on the grassy lawns, children would play on the swings and slides, and couples and friends would spend quality time together as the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and gold.
As I walked along the clean, tree-lined streets, I quietly observed the people around me.
Despite all the bizarre differences this world possessed, I noticed that humanity’s fundamentals hadn’t changed.
Office workers hurried toward train stations with coffee in hand.
Students laughed and chatted as they made their way to school or university.
Shopkeepers greeted early customers with welcoming smiles.
Parents held their children’s hands while crossing the street.
Maybe... that’s all a culture really is, I thought.
People remain the same at their core. It’s only their values and traditions that change.
It was a strangely comforting realization.
For all of this world’s upside-down customs, it wasn’t some alien society.
As I continued walking, another realization dawned on me.
Before coming here, I had imagined that a world where everyone was a masochist would look... well, completely unhinged.
I expected to see people walking around half-naked, wearing collars around their necks, or openly displaying their preferences in public.
Instead...
It looked like any other modern city.
People were dressed modestly.
Businessmen wore suits.
Students wore their school uniforms.
Office ladies walked by in professional attire.
Not a single person was wandering around naked or dressed outrageously.
The inherited memories quickly explained why.
Public indecency was considered extremely shameful.
Likewise, wearing a collar or publicly acting submissive without belonging to—or being instructed by—someone was considered highly inappropriate.
It wasn’t viewed as romantic.
It was simply bad manners.
"..."
I scratched my cheek.
"Honestly, I have no idea how this society works anymore."
Every time I thought I had figured out its rules, another memory came along and complicated things even further.
"...Eh."
I shrugged.
"Whatever. I’ll understand it eventually."
Pushing those thoughts aside, I entered the central park.
After looking around for a moment, I found an empty red-painted bench beneath the shade of a large oak tree and took a seat.
Directly in front of me was a small playground.
Children, no older than seven or eight, laughed as they chased one another across the sandpit.
Others waited impatiently for their turn on the swings, while a few proudly showed off their attempts to climb the monkey bars.
Their carefree laughter echoed throughout the park, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the bizarre world I’d been trying to understand all morning.
For a while, I simply sat there, watching them play. It was a surprisingly calming sight.
*****
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