I suppose it started with a whatsapp message, I didnt even read it for several days as the senders mobile I didnt know. When I did I couldnt believe what I was reading; he, I assumed it was a man, knew all about me. Where I lived, details about my family,what car I drive, and the fact that my husband John has a flickr site on which he uploads photos of me, none of which show my face and all under an assumed name. This guy knew everything, he had followed me for some time, he spoke of several photos which were his favourites, and more importantly that he would like to take photos of me and more. To say I was shocked is an understatement, my first thought was to tell John, to this day I cannot understand why I didnt, maybe as the guy messaged me I thought it was my fault. What concerned me more was that the guy had my photos knew who I was and had identified my daughters and friends, although he didnt actually make any threats, the implication was there. Clearly I couldnt report this as all the details would come out, something he was obviously aware of. He gave me a name Charles, I tried searching on all the media sites, other than on whatsapp there was nothing and that didnt tell me anything. He said that he would like to see me on the street in a weeks time, he would be in touch. Five days went by , I still didnt tell John, and had almost forgotten about it when another message arrived . This time it was quite direct ; We live on the coast and I was to go to a nearby seaside town for a shopping day, it would be a weekday and charles seemed to know that John would be golfing. I was told to wear my green dress which charles had seen me wearing on flickr, but he wanted me to wear black seamed stockings something I never wear even for John. I made a feeble protest to charles, saying I couldnt possibly do this and that I was going to tell John and report this. Charles simply said that I should go ahead. Weirdly the fact that I was being played by him was slightly arousing , but I felt violated at the same time. Tuesday I spent finding a pair of black seamed stockings , hard to find in my area, and embarrassing as I ended up in an old fashioned ladies shop and was questioned about what size I wanted, not having a clue I was guided by the assistant. The appointed day arrived; john left early and I had a bath, thinking about what I had got myself into, unbelievably I actually deluded myself into thinking that I could still control things. Out of the bath, make up next, Charles actually chose my underwear, having seen most of it on flickr, sheer black panties and a six strap suspender belt, black bra. I had never worn fully fashioned stockings before only stretch, so pulling them on was a new experience, I have to admit they felt very smooth to touch, but not being stretch, my suspenders were quite tight when I stood. My green dress is usually something that I would wear in the evening, so I felt a little overdressed for the daytime, and the dress was a bit short for day wear, not my choice however. Black heels and black leather jacket complete what he required. I set off in the mini, following charles's instructions. Despite my situation there was an element of excitement, which disgusted me to think like that. Looking down at my thighs my too short dress was not coping well with fully fashioned stockings, the welts of both peeping out from under my dress. All to soon I was parking the car where he told me, charles said he would be able to see me most of the time I was in town, apparently he was in the CCTV control room; his intention during the visit was to message me with his wishes. As I walked into the pedestrian area , I almost felt naked, the sound of my heels on the pavement, my dress stood out , as most around me were in grey or black, and I was clearly attracting attention from guys in the street as soon as they saw my stockings. A message from Charles, go into the shopping mall, take all the up escalators stand with my legs apart, god how awful . I was aware of all the cctv cameras and nervously went in. walking onto the first stairway standing as instructed was ok at first but within seconds agroup of boys got on, glancing back I could see them looking up at me, clearly they could see up my dress and I imagine the tops of my stockings, my dress wasnt much below them. They followed me up all three stairways to the very top, where the parking was. Charles again, I needed to adjust my stockings immediately. I told him some boys were watching me and that I couldnt possibly, he knew, that was why he insisted. I tried as discreetly as possible lifting my dress and pulling up both stockings, this brought a cheer from the youths and other comments about what I might need. The lift opened behind me , and some people arrived, I took advantage and quickly descended back to the ground floor. OMG I was mortified anything could have happened, still aware I was being watched I went back into the high street. I could actually see the cctv cameras moving as I walked down towards the sea front. Charles again, I was to buy a kilt and sweater from one of the many charity shops close by, both items had to be a size to small for me !! I am a 10 so that wasnt going to be easy; four shops later no success, then a pet charity shop, a quick search and one kilt, but it was the type girls wore for clubbing, way to short, I sent a picture to charles who told me yes buy it. I said I couldnt possibly wear it and was told you will. The top I found was nearly as bad I knew it would be too small. Charles had said not only would I buy them, but I was to go into the changing rooms and change into them. I knew protesting was useless, so found myself looking into a mirror wearing a skirt that only just covered my suspender clips despite pulling it down, the top was as bad, making my boobs seem enormous and only just reaching the hem of the skirt. I stayed in the changing room for ages, before I ventured out, you can imagine the looks I got in the shop. Outside was even worse, my face felt like it was burning everyone was staring as I made my way back to the car, one lovely older lady even came up to me and said my dear you are showing everything you know, even your panties. Quite why I dont know, but I started telling her everything, the whole story, including the photos. She listened intently as I poured out what had happened, commenting how awful, what an evil man. She suggested that a drink may help and walked with me to a well known chain pub, where she found a table, unfortunately it was a high one with high stools, despite my best efforts I felt really exposed, men and women were staring at my legs, even with my handbag on my lap, my stocking tops and suspender straps were on display. Mary my new found friend continued to offer advice, right up to the point where she said the best thing that I could do, would be to go to the toilet and take my panties and bra off, come back and give them to her!! I couldnt believe what she had just said and was lost for words, she repeated the same thing again adding that charles would be disappointed if I misbehaved. I had just been completely fooled ,like a total idiot. Mary just looked at me and said off you go. My trip through all the guys leering at me was bad enough, coming back pussy exposed minus my knickers was terrifying, my nipples were rock hard and poking out through the thin material of my top; I tried to walk slowly so my skirt didnt flip up. Mary watched me approach, sitting again was really awkward, not showing my pussy to all around me virtually impossible Mary said that I should leave my handbag and shopping bag with her, she said that there was someone who would like me on the end of his cock without delay. I was in a dream, it was like watching a film in which I was the lead; Go out of here walk to the disabled toilet on the first floor said Mary. I did as I was told, walking up the steps to the first floor, I tried ignored the fact that I was showing my pussy and bum to the guys stood the bottom, near the door smoking. The disabled toilet was by itself away from the other restrooms. I opened the door and was shocked to see a guy standing inside, he told me to lock the door and confirmed that mary had sent me. I think at this stage I was almost in something of a dream, very little was said as I was turned around so that I was facing the hand basin, he put my hands on the grab rails at either side. As I was holding those he took hold of my top and pulled it up over my boobs letting my breasts hang free. I couldnt help but notice that my nipples were incredibly errect, I heard a zip go, leaning forward as I was there was no need to lift my skirt, my open pussy was easily available to him and very quickly I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my lips. He wasnt rough, almost gentle , just a pressure that quickly parted my pussy lips which I am embarrassed to say were slightly moist; he didnt use a rubber, thank god I cant get pregnant came to mind as he rythmically pumped me. Suddenly without warning I came, a massive convulsion and a gasp loud enough to be heard outside. This seemed to prompt him to orgasm very soon after me. I could feel him flooding into me, many seconds went by before he withdrew. Standing I used some paper towel to wipe myself, as he moved towards the door, he said that I was to go back to see mary. The walk back downstairs and across the floor to Mary, was a proper walk of shame, despite wiping myself, his cum was trickling down my inner thigh, by the time I got back to the stool, I could see a thin snail trail of semen ruuning down to my knee, emphasised by black stockings, something Mary commented on. I had been completely used, degraded and made a sexual object, like a common prostitute. Mary at this point asked if everything had been as required, I replied that yes it had exceeded my expectations and that I would be availing myself of the business in future. I actually thought that £250 was exceptional value.