Elizabeth's Adventures

Hi all,

The following is part of a story that I am writing. I am planning on posting it in stages as I complete it. Please note that I am not intending this to follow any strict guidelines, however feed back is more than welcome. This story is intended to be fictional and not grounded in reality, therefore SSC, RACK and Consent may not be adhered to 100%, if you have a problem with this please let me know.

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“UGH, what am I doing with myself” you mutter to no one in particular, as you start to lift yourself into a sitting position against the headboard. Surveying the room, you notice a slew of clothes on the ground and a naked man in the bed beside you. Gathering your bearings, you start to search for your phone only to realise that you are naked. Switching priorities, you start to get up from the bed only to return after feeling a wet sticky substance sliding down your thighs. Dropping your head into your hands you silently let out a scream. “Relax and breathe deep, this day could have started a lot worse” you think to yourself. “First things first let’s clean myself up, then find my phone so I can call DeAndre”.

Placing your right hand in between your legs you get up and waddle over to the bathroom to clean up. Opening the door with your left hand you reach for the sink with your right only to have the substance slide off your hand and onto your foot. Silently screaming to yourself again you wash your hands before taking a seat on the toilet. Your head in your hands, your elbows on your knees, you let out a whimper before pulling yourself together. “Let’s get this over and done with and then I can forget all about it”. Taking some toilet paper, you wipe yourself before moving to the shower where you wash yourself below the neck. Stepping out you grab a towel, “Even the towels are low quality” you think.

Wrapping yourself in the towel you walk back into the bedroom to gather your things. “First things first, where is my phone at?” you ask yourself. As you walk around the bed to the side you woke up on you see a bunch of condoms all over the floor, “Glad they were used last night” you think, remembering the sticky substance that was dripping down your thigh only moments ago. Reaching down to the floor you find your phone and dial for DeAndre, your trusted saviour after all these years.

“Good morning Madam, I trust your evening went well?”, you hear a familiar voice say.

“My evening was great DeAndre it went exactly as expected, can you come pick me up and Lane with you. Make sure Lane brings a change of clothes”, you say unable to stomach telling the truth.

“Of course, ma’am we will be there in 20 minutes”, the familiar voice says before ending the call.

“Ok, I have 20 minutes let’s get everything together before they get here” you tell yourself, “First things first let’s get all of my clothes and see if they are still wearable”. Scouring the place, you find your panties first “No these won’t do at all, completely ruined” you think as you place your panties on the bed. Next you find your bra and tights “Same as before, absolutely ruined what did I get up to last night”. Gingerly placing your bra and tights next to your panties you pick up your dress, a beautiful red empire waist one shoulder dress “At least this is still wearable” you think as you place it next to your undergarments. “Now what shoes did I wear, but more importantly where are they” you think as you move around, “Ah my purse” you say with glee. Distracted by the discovery of your purse you drop your phone on the ground, “Drat” you say under your breath. Bending down to pick up your phone you find your last two garments, your 3-inch patent red pumps and your overcoat.

Checking the time, you still have 10 minutes before DeAndre will arrive in the car. Shrugging off your towel you slip into your pumps and slide into your overcoat. Looking around the room you see your night’s entertainment still passed out in the bed when an idea strikes you. Walking over to your undergarments you take them in your hand and stroll over to the man. Throwing the quilt off the bed, you sit on the edge and take on of his legs into your hands. Reaching for your panties you thread both of the man’s feet through both leg holes and pull them part way up his legs. Next you grab your tights and roll the fabric so that his legs fit easily. Moving up his body you bring your panties and tights along for the ride, slowly and carefully not wanting to wake your victim from their slumber. Gradually you make it to the penultimate section of the man’s legs, “Ok, here goes nothing let’s hope he doesn’t wake up”. You pull the front of the undergarments up covering his crotch before rolling him over to cover his buttocks, “Phew all done, that was more work than I was expecting”. Checking your phone, you notice you only have a few minutes before DeAndre arrives. Finalising your plan, you roll the man back on to their back before placing your bra on his chest. “Now for the last part; Humiliation” taking your phone out you open the camera app and take a couple of photos of the scene in front of you. Taking your first look at the man, you notice he is almost 2 metres tall by your estimate, has chiselled abs and thick arms “Ahh no wonder I ended up in this bed last night, oh well such a shame”. Taking one final look at the scene you notice your dress still on the bed “He can keep it as a souvenir”.