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Day3.
- Plan for a submissive's first visit to a Dominant
By Sir Dave
You awaken to a hand between your legs and a tongue probing your
mouth. For a moment you struggle in your bonds as you try to
remember where you are. Suddenly you relax, hoping that your
reaction was not taken as a sign of rebellion, realizing where you
are. You are already moist.
"That's a fun way to wake up a hot little slave." The blindfold is
removed, the restraints and collar are also removed. "Time for your
morning shower, since you are such a hot little slave today, you get
a cold final rinse."
You go to the bathroom and kneel beside the shower, waiting for
permission to enter. "Empty yourself first." You blush realizing
that even in this you have no privacy. You beg permission to wipe
yourself, realizing that in order to wipe, you must touch your pussy
and ass - actions which are forbidden without specific permission.
Permission is granted and you are still red as you wipe while
watched. When finished, you again kneel beside the shower.
"Get in." You enter the shower. "Hands behind your head." You
comply, knowing that hesitation will be taken as a sign of rebellion.
The water comes on, moderating to a warm spray, I get in and have
you wash me. You have already realized that your mouth is the
correct implement for cleaning my cock and balls, now you find that
it is also the proper implement for final cleaning of my ass before
the final rinse. You kiss and lick my ass, paying special attention
to the crack before you are done. You ask if it would please me to
sit while you do my hair. I respond by sitting. You wash my hair.
I tell you to wash, reminding you that you may not touch yourself.
You wash and I wash your pussy, ass, and breasts. "Stay here for at
least two minutes.", you are told. The hot water is shut off, the
cold water runs full blast. "Rinse, hot slave," you hear. You rinse
your body while shivering. "Next time you will not struggle when you
are kissed." You are ordered from the shower and dried, out comes
the baby oil again. You are oiled from the neck down as usual, your
pussy being massaged 'till it is nice and wet.
Wide leather cuffs are locked on your wrists, ankles, and neck. A
short hobble is locked on your ankle cuffs. "Make yourself
presentable and make breakfast." You brush your hair and go into the
kitchen. You prepare my meal and a dog dish with juice and one with
coffee for yourself.
Your dog dishes waiting, you kneel and await permission to drink. "Go
ahead, but don't use your hands." What is going on? Usually the
bondage is MUCH more severe even this early in the day.
While lapping up your coffee, you hear, "This morning you will be
training in some more severe bondage positions. You may be in a bit
of pain and you will be required to discuss each position as things
progress. You are forbidden to raise your voice above normal
conversational levels, and may ask for a gag if you think that you
cannot control yourself. First, you will experience the STRAPADO
position, made popular by the Spainish Inquisition, in both the
original form, and in a reduced severity form for an hour or so.
Before we start, you will be required to warm up your muscles so
there is less chance of damage. If you do not exercise in a
sufficiently pleasing manner, I do have another way to warm your
muscles."
You decide that you don't like the sound of that at all, and start a
series of jumping jacks, situps, squats, and most of the exercises
you remember from your days in high school. You wonder why I am
insisting that you work up such a sweat. You appear mesmerized as I
erect an "A" frame in the living room. "Come here. Put your right
leg beside this ring." A short chain connects your right ankle to a
crosspiece. "Put your left leg here." Another short chain pulls
your left ankle, spreading your legs widely. "Put your hands
together behind your back." Both wrist cuffs are locked together and
attached to a rope and pulley above your head. Your hands are raised
to shoulder level.
You are ordered to to describe both your physical and your mental
state in exact detail, knowing that if you skip anything, you will
suffer. You indicate mild discomfort and no problems save
apprehension. You are told to tell me the "safe" word. You comply.
Your arms are pulled above your head and your feet leave the floor.
Tears roll down your face as you describe the incredible pain in your
shoulders and back, you beg to be let down. You are told, "In a few
minutes you will be lowered till your arms are parallel to the floor
and I will then massage the muscles. As punishment this position was
held for up to two hours without letup. If you don't struggle, it
will only be very painful." The longest three minutes you can
remember pass, then you feel the tension drop as your feet touch the
ground. The muscles in your shoulders are kneeded while I explain,
"I personally feel that that position is too severe for long term
suspension, and that there are too many possibilities for injury.
Have your muscles softened up to where this is no longer agony?" You
reply in the affirmative and feel tension increasing, this time
stopping when your heels leave the ground. The fact that you can
reduce the pressure by standing on your tiptoes is a blessing.
"This is a less severe version, still, after 30 minutes or so, you
will beg to be allowed to do anything to reduce the pressure. This
is actually safe for about two hours - after about three hours nerve
damage sets in. In certain South American countries, political
prisoners are kept this way for days, except their legs are bound
together rather than apart, and many suffer no damage. In this
position you are completely available for anything I wish to do to
you."
I take one set of nipple clamps and apply them to your nipples and put
weights on them. The second set goes on your labia, the third clamps
on your clit, all are weighted. You feel a cold chain on your neck,
you see what appear to be large metal handcuffs, you recognize them
as ankle cuffs. You hope that you are not going to find your ankles
in them while in strappado, the agony would be unbearable after a
short while. A double ended clip snaps on, locking the chain around
your neck. The cuffs are put around the base of your breasts. You
feel the ratcheting as they are made tighter and tighter. Maybe you
should beg to have them around your ankles you think as the base of
your breast is compressed until the breast feels as hard as an apple
and feels like it would respond to the faintest breeze. I start
slapping your breasts. When they redden, I stop and go behind you.
I slowly spank your ass with my hand watching you get hotter and
hotter. After thirty minutes or so, you are lowered so your feet can
sit flat on the floor.
"I wonder how to handle this?", I ask as I hold my erection in your
face. "Open your mouth." I slowly pump my organ in and out of your
mouth, savoring the suction and the tongue action as I do. Even if
you wanted to you could not remove your mouth from my organ, you have
so little freedom of movement. When I come, I push my organ deeper
into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it all. I pull my organ from
your mouth, it comes out with a popping sound. I comment as I feel
your pussy, "Completely available, totally unable to resist, and so
wet no additional lubrication is ever needed." I again order you to
describe, in detail, what you are feeling. Your arms are finally
lowered below your shoulders.
"I started with the most severe position because your muscles weaken
as they tire. Were they tired, you might have pulled one and then we
would have had to stop. As your hands are refastened in front of
you, I say, "Again, tell me the safe word." You comply. "I figure
that you will just want to hang around for a couple of hours while I
read my mail." I put a discipline helmet with mouth and nose
openings over your head and pull the lacings snugly.
I attach your hands to the rope again and tighten it as they go over
your head. The rope is tightened until your feet cannot touch the
floor. The nipple clamps are removed, the pussy and clit clamps
remain and you are told, "Don't bother me unless it is very
important."
When I am finished with NETMAIL and some of the 45 ECHOmail
conferences, I look at the clock. "Noon already, well, I guess that
I am hungry enough for lunch." I lower you, your arms falling to
your sides. I remove the helmet, all cuffs, clamps, and collars and
allow your legs to go back together. "Go into the bathroom, empty
yourself, take a hot shower for a few minutes, wash yourself fully,
including your teats, pussy, and ass, and come back here within 10
minutes fully dry. You may touch your ass, pussy, and teats to wash
and dry them.
When you return, I am back to the echos. You kneel and look at my
face. "Go, prepare lunch." You go quickly, reveling in the freedom
from restraint. You make me a large plate and set the table. You
kneel beside the chair awaiting my pleasure, unsure if you will be
fed at all. Cuffs, anklets and collar are replaced and locked on. A
chain goes between your ankles. Your hands are fastened behind your
back and connected to the chain. I decide that you will eat from my
hand touching the food only with your lips. After you finish
cleaning up from lunch, you kneel at my chair. When I am at a logical
break point, I say, "You have mail. Answer it and let me see the
answers. If they are evasive or inaccurate, you will be punished."
The answer to Sir Dep includes a comment that you are both well and
sore. You describe your pink ass in detail as well as the level of
training that you are getting. When finished, you request my
approval before sending the mail. I read it all and send it without
comment.
You are led into the bedroom. A rubber discipline helmet with nose
openings and a small breathing hole for the mouth is put over your
head. You are spread eagled on the waterbed loosely and fall into an
untroubled sleep.
ZAP. You awaken with a muffled scream, a hand covering the breathing
hole. "Slaves who resist being awakened by kisses can be awakened in
other ways. Cattle prods on a wet pussy do such a good job." Oh,
oh. You may have made a minor error when you woke up this morning.
The helmet is removed, your bonds are unfastened, and you are told,
"You have work to do."
You are led to the bathroom and seated on the toilet. By reflex your
bladder empties. "Shower, apply a full set of toiletries and
make-up, rouge your nipples and labia, you have 20 minutes. One
stroke will be removed from your punishment for each minute early
that you are finished. Ten strokes will be added for each minute
that you are late. When you are done, kneel beside my chair until I
acknowledge you." Punishment??? What punishment? Are you going to
be punished for the movement this morning when you awakened? For
begging to be released? For some problem with your echomail?
Eighteen minutes and fourty-five seconds later you are kneeling beside
the chair. "Good, your punishment count is reduced to nineteen
strokes. Get me the 25 foot length of 1/4 inch line." When you
return, you are told, "Spread your legs and put your hands behind
your head." A double loop is placed around your waist and knotted
tightly. The two ends go between your cunt lips, around your clit,
and up the back of your ass as they are pulled so tightly that you
are almost lifted from the floor. The rope then goes back down the
crack in your ass and outside your cunt lips, forcing your slit open
and your clit even more firmly between the ropes. The ropes then go
to your waist where they are finally terminated. Two small tiewraps
are put around the ropes, one near the top of our slit, one near the
bottom. The ropes bite even harder. "Get a short skirt, a
translucent top and a pair of shoes."
On your return, you hear the printer running. "Put on the skirt, top,
and shoes. When the printer stops, the list will be ready." A two
inch wide collar is locked around your neck. You are given a ring of
keys. The printer stops and you are given the list and some money.
"You may speak to no one other than those serving you in the store,
police officers if you are stopped, those in immediate danger of
injury, or persons who address you publicly as "SLAVE". Any persons
who address you as "SLAVE" are to be told that they allowed free
access to your body to check your bonds and examine your attributes
with their eyes, hands and mouth. You will obey any orders which do
not prevent you from doing the tasks assigned to you, you may not
resist. They are to be told that your master has ordered this, but he
has also ordered that you not submit to them for punishment or
bondage or allow them to use you sexually without his permission, but
that they may undress you as desired. You will not give your
master's name or address to these persons, but will accept theirs and
tell them that your master will consider contacting them. Take the
laundry to the laundromat, have the shirts boxed with light starch.
Here are directions and the lists. Add any additional food that will
be desirable for another two days here. Take the car and be sure to
add fuel and check the oil and tire pressure. Do not bend your knees
when measuring the tire pressure so the attendants at the gas station
will have a good show."
You suddenly realize that you have a problem. If you sit on your
skirt, there will be a wet spot on it. If you sit on the seat, you
will need to hike the skirt high up on your legs - and if there are
any drivers in high vehicles, they will get a fine view. Oh, well,
if one is to be displayed....
As you pull into the gas station, you notice the self service and full
service pumps - you think back, yes you were told "add fuel and check
the oil and tire pressure. Do not bend your knees when measuring..."
Okay, it's self service and check things yourself. You fill the car
and check the oil (okay) and tire pressure (32 lbs all around). As
you go to pay for the gas, you notice a smirk on the gas station
attendant's face that makes it obvious that he did, in fact, enjoy
the show.
You travel to the designated laundry. You are sure that every person
who sees you is staring at your nipples poking through the thin
fabric of the blouse and the collar locked on your neck. You pick up
and drop off laundry with no problems.
As you are shopping for groceries, you hear a unfamiliar voice say,
"Spread your legs a bit wider, slave. Don't turn around, I'll be
done in a moment." A hand manipulates your pussy and probes you
deeply for a moment. "He was right, you ARE a hot little slave.
Don't turn around, continue with your shopping." You continue on
your way down the aisle after a slap on your ass. You sneak a peek
down the aisle as you pick up a can. There is noone that you
recognize, a cold chill runs down your spine - how many people know
that you are a slave, available to be felt on a whim? Will one of
them require you to strip publicly?
You continue your shopping and go through the checkout with only
stares and frustration to worry you. You take the purchases out to
the car. As you are loading them into the car, you must bend to get
them into the back. While bent over you hear a woman's voice say,
"Hold that position, slave." With great trepidation, you wait bent
over, half in the car. Your skirt is lifted and placed on your back,
fully exposing you. A short while later you hear, "Continue loading.
But hold this position for 30 seconds or you will finish loading the
vehicle without the skirt." You wait a bit more than half a minute
and start loading again, realizing that you have no idea who the woman
was. How many more will call you "slave" and command your exposure?
You return with trepidation, bring in the purchases and say, "Master,
if it would please you, I would put away the groceries."
"Remove your clothing first, then put the purchases away, then kneel
beside me and be ready to report to me on your shopping trip."
You report and I am satisfied. You are told to go put on a tee shirt
and wash the car. You return from washing the car redfaced and wet -
both from spilled water and from being admired by several men in the
parking lot.
"Take off the tee shirt, relieve and clean yourself in the bathroom,
and lie down face down on the waterbed." When you have been lieing
on the bed for a few moments, I come in, cut the crotch ropes, and
attach anklets and wristlets to hold you spread eagled.
You feel me beside you on the bed, you feel something hot on your
back, it is slippery and you feel it being massaged into your skin
from your neck to your knees. After 20 minutes, but it feels like
hours, the massage stops and you are unfastened, turned over, and you
see a bottle of clear yellow liquid pouring a small puddle in my
hands. "Relax, I will only massage you 'till you are ready to come.
You will not be allowed to come for quite a while yet. That should
teach you to get your clothing wet." You are horrified. How long
will you be stimulated and not be allowed to come? An hour, a day,
longer?
You feel the oil touch your breasts, it feels hot, almost burning. As
you are manipulated and oiled, you feel ready to come. Just about
when you are ready to come, the massage stops for a few minutes -
just long enough so you are not quite ready, but increasing your
frustration to almost unbearable limits. The heat of the oil is
driving you crazy with desire, but culmination is not allowed.
After you are fully oiled, you are blindfolded and told, "Have a good
nap before dinner, slave." How can you sleep when you are so
aroused? You toss and turn trying to find a position which allows
you to stimulate yourself, even a little, for relief to no avail.
Later, you feel a hand between your knees, you beg for it to be moved
between your legs so you can come. It does move between your legs,
but only to bring you to a higher peak of frustration.
The hand returns and you feel something being attached between your
knees. Your wrists are bound behind your head. The blindfold is
removed. "The short spreader will prevent you from rubbing your
thighs together in an attempt to stimulate yourself. After dinner, I
want to try out a few different means of stimulation on you. You
will be allowed to come as many times as you wish, but not until that
time. Any attempt to circumvent my orders will result in you
spending the night on the floor at this level of frustration."
You feel yourself helped to your feet and you go to the dinner table.
You are fed kneeling beside me. The frustration is so severe that
you cannot remember what happens at dinner.
After dinner you are led to the table over which you have been spanked
before. An array of implements covers it, rods, crops, cats, whips,
paddles, etc. are arrayed on the surface. "You are going to be
whipped to orgasm twice tonight. The first time severely, the second
much more erotically. Choose the first implement well, if it fails
to bring you to orgasm and to mark you well, the second will not be
used, you will just be left on the floor for the night in
frustration."
Your choice indicates that you will indeed be well marked. A vinyl
covered square with rings on the corners and sides is placed on the
floor. Your ankle cuffs are bound to opposite corners at one end.
Your knees are spread wide as they are bound to the sides. Your
wrists are bound to the edge between your ankles. A final restraint
pulls your neck toward the other edge. A gag goes into your mouth,
preventing speech.
"If you are unable to continue, you will straighten the middle finger
of your right hand and curl the rest of your fingers. If you do, you
will not be required to continue, but you WILL spend the night on the
floor in frustration."
As the whipping starts, you feel the implement curl around your
buttocks, a small amount of remaining energy gently slapping your
labia and stimulating your clit. The vibrations from the implement
striking your ass arriving at nearly the same time, driving you into
a frenzy of desire. Within a few more strokes, you come, the beating
continues a bit more slowly, and every few strokes you come again
until you are drenched in sweat and so exhausted that you feel that
you could sleep bound in this position, but that is not to be.
You are unbound, the gag is removed, your hands are bound to your
elbows behind your back, your legs feel like jello. You are put
across my lap and more oil is rubbed into your well marked ass and
your pussy.
You are getting hot again, shit, will this never stop? You feel an
open hand gently spanking you, lingering a bit longer than necessary
to stroke your pussy. Your final orgasm is mind blowing - wilder
than the set you had during the whipping. After it is over, you
hear, "Yes, you are truly pleasing to me. Stay awake for a few
moments more."
You feel bonds attaching your wrists to your waist and the rest being
removed as you fight to stay awake. You are taken into the bedroom,
laid gently on the waterbed and fall asleep in your master's arms,
knowing that this could not happen had you not been pleasing.
In the morning, you awaken to a tongue on your clit...
Day4.
- Plans for a submissive's first visit to a Dominant
By Kajira
as i awaken on the morning of day 4, i can feel a tongue at my clit.
my legs have been spread open and are tied securely to the edges of
the bed. i start to moan, not sure if i am having a very wet dream or
are actually awake. i feel a finger than start to probe my pussy,
being withdrawn as i start to come, leaving me frustrated. my thighe
are then massaged and i whimper, wanting the hand to return to my open
lips. when you realize i am completely awake, you stop and smile at
me, and i know something is up. then, instead of releasing my legs
from the edges of the bed, you secure my hands above my arms and swat
my exposed inner thighs to see if i can move. satisfied that i am
securely bound, you leave the room.
you shortly return and lift my head to have me drink some coffee,
and ask me "how does my hot little slave like having breakfast in
bed?" i blush, turning a pale shade of pink....you then take off your
slacks and i notice that your penis is hard....you move it towards my
mouth, and stroke it along my cheeks over my nose, and along my
forehead. as it nears my mouth, i open it, and you allow me to kiss
and suck on it for a few minutes....i then feel your hands on the
sides of my head and you tell me it is time for me to finish my
breakfast. your penis starts to get harder in my mouth as you probe
deeper and deeper into my mouth, finally cumming and filling my mouth
with your warm semen. your penis isn't withdrawn until after i have
swallowed my breakfast and cleaned up your dispenser.
to my surprise, i am still not released from my bonds....you
leave the room again, this time returning with a number of objects,
not all of which i can see. you move up towards my head and slide a
blindfold over my eyes. you instruct me that i must remain absolutely
still if i do not want to be injured, and that no matter what happens,
i am not allowed to come.....i moan.....you ask me if i would like a
gag.....i reply yes, not sure what is going to happen, not knowing
what you have brought into the room. a ball gag is then placed in my
mouth and secured behind my head. i then feel your hands move away
and am not sure where you are now.
your hands are then on my spread open pussy, and i feel a warm,
damp cloth cleaning me off, then it is left there for a few minutes. i
try to think about something other than what might be going to happen,
but i can't....it is hard to keep from squirming. the cloth is then
removed and i feel my pussy hair being pulled and then released and i
feel something very light and wispy dropping on my tummy. i wonder
what you are doing.
some warm water is then on my pussy and it feels as though i am
being lathered. i moan, starting to become excited. you again remind
me that i must remain absolutely still and not come if i do not want
to risk injury....i still don't realize what you are going to do.
the next thing i feel is a razor passing over my outer labia, i
am being shaved! i now know why i am not to move....it was so i would
not be accidently knicked. i try very hard to stay still. i then
feel my labia being spread, and the hairs being removed along the
edges.... i can feel a cool breeze over my bare pussy, and start to
get excited.
a warm washcloth is then reapplied to my pussy and i am cleaned
off, removing the remaining trimmings of hair....when it is removed, i
am gently dried, and then i feel warm oil being applied to my pussy
and your hands massaging it in. i can't keep from getting aroused and
after i have become very frustrated, you tell me that i may now
come.... you then start to rub my clit at first very gently and then
more vigorously... i can't stay still any longer as i come with you
hands between my legs.
i then no longer feel your hands on my pussy, but instead feel
my legs released and moved together. i am then asked if i am going to
be a good little slave, i nod indicating that i will, the gag still in
my mouth. instead of the gag being removed, my hands are released and
i am rolled over. they are then taped wrist to elbow behind my back
before i am put on my back again. the gag is then removed from my
mouth, my jaws are sore from being stretched. you order me to move my
mouth around, and then have me drink a glass of juice that you have
placed at my lips. you then inform me that i am not allowed to speak
and must answer all questions by nodding yes or no, and that it must
be done within 15 seconds of the question being asked. you ask if i
understand, and i nod my head immediately indicating yes. you then
order me to close my eyes and to keep them closed until i am given
permission to open them.
i am then left on the bed for a few moments, that seem like
forever, and then you are there again, helping me off the bed. i am
lead in front of you to what seems to be the bathroom from the feel of
the floor under my bare feet. you then sit me on the toilet and tell
me to relieve myself. i hear water start to run and the room seems a
bit steamy. when i am done, you wipe me off, causing me to blush, and
then lead me into the shower.
in the shower i am ordered to stand straight and i feel you wash
my hair and then the rest of my body, paying particular attention to
my breasts, pussy, and ass. i moan as you wash me, the feeling of
your hands on my helpless body exciting me. suddenly the water is
turned off and i am lead out of the shower. i feel a towel on me and
am briskly dried of and my hair is combed. i then feel the blindfold
being placed over my eyes again.
i am then lead out into another room and knelt on the floor. you
then explain to me that we are going to go for a little ride in the
car to go due some shopping, have a late lunch, maybe take in a movie,
and do whatever else pleases you. my body starts to shiver, i am
getting worried that i am not going to be dressed before we go, and
that you might keep me blindfolded all day.
i can't hear anything....are you still in the room? i begin to
wonder again where you are, knowing that calling out will earn me a
punishment session, and i shiver more thinking about that....i don't
want to disobey and be punished. my wrists and elbows are then
untaped, and my arms are massaged....and then i feel fur lined cuffs
being put on my wrists. my wrists are then attached together and you
inform me that if i am extremely good, you might think about letting
me use my hands much later in the day. i then feel your hands under
my arms and you lift me to my feet and turn me to face you. i am then
seated on a cold chair and you take each of my ankles, one at a time,
oil them, and then lock an anklet around them, the anklet also being
fur-lined. i begin to realize that i will be wearing the cuffs and
ankles for quite awhile when i feel a fur lined thick collar being
locked on my neck. i want to protest, i still haven't been dressed,
but don't dare....i have been silenced by my Master's will. a few
minutes later, i feel my uniform being slipped over my head and the
sides being closed, and then the sash tied around my waist. i am
again knelt and i am asked if i want the sides openned....i vigorously
shake my head no.....i am then told that if i am good and obey your
orders without protest or rebelion, they will stay closed. if i
protest or show signs of rebelion, they will be openned....then i am
reminded how difficult it will be to stay covered if they are
openned....i am asked if i understand and i shake my head yes. i feel
the hands again under my arms and i am lifted to my feet.
i am then ordered to hold my chin up, and a leash is attached to
my collar and left to hang down over my breasts. that is to control
you in case you try to get away.....i am told.....you then laugh,
knowing that how i am dressed, with my wrists locked behind my back, i
will not attempt to get away or run. my sandals are then placed on my
feet and my hair is again combed.
your hand is then on my arm and you lead me to the door. you
tell me to pay attention so that i will not embarrass you by
stumbling. i am then lead out to the car and sat in the passenger
seat in the front, my uniform moved away so i am sitting on the warm
leather seat. my seatbelt is then buckled around me.....you instruct
me that i am to keep my wrists crossed behind my back, and then remove
the clip that fastens the wrist cuffs together. i reply yes by
shaking my head... the door is then closed and i hear in a few
minutes the driver's side door open and then shut and the motor start.
it seems like i am in the car for hours....i wonder where you are
taking me....it has been too long i think for us to be going to one of
your friend's homes, and i start to get confused. noticing that i am
getting more anxious, you turn on the radio and tell me to concentrate
on the music. when a station break occurs, the announcer indicates
that the station is in Boston....i wonder if we are going to the
Combat Zone....i start to doze off, and am then awakened. the car
doesn't seem to be moving any longer.
"Slave....close your eyes, and keep them closed until you are
told to open them." i close my eyes and nod yes, indicating that i
have heard the order and will obey. the blindfold is then removed
from my eyes and my hair is combed again by my Master. i am then
instructed that i may slowly start to open them, that i must be
careful since the sun is bright. when i am able to open them all the
way, i look around, and smile at my Master.
Master then gets out of the car and comes around and opens the
door, and then helps me out. my hands are then quickly rebound with
the clip on the wrist cuffs, and he picks up the blindfold. i look at
him, afraid that i will again be denied my sight. i am told the
blindfold is being taken in case it is needed. i look down, not
wanting to be blindfolded again....especially not in public.
my orders are then given to me.....i am going to be taken
shopping to look for some new toys and a corset for Master to bind my
waist with. i am to walk 2 feet behind him at all times. if we are
in a congested area, Master will hold onto my leash so i don't get
lost. if anyone bothers me or speaks to me, i am to get Master's
attention. i am not to look at anyone in the face....
Master leads me into a number of shops.....i blush when i think
people are watching us or when Master kneels me at his feet when he
stops to talk to someone. in one adult toy shop, he has me look at a
number of different whips and paddles and tells me about them. while
he is doing this, he occasionally feels my ass or checks my pussy to
see if it is getting wet. my breasts are also subject to Master's
attentions. i start to feel hot and aroused....i am sure that the
other people in the shop can tell that i am aroused....i turn
red.....Master chuckles realizing that i am aware of my
predicament....i am turned on and embarrassed, and not allowed to ask
Master to help me....
finally we go into a shop that sells latex garments. Master asks
the salesperson if they have latex corsets, which they do....Master
then indicates that he wishes to purchase one for his hot little slave
to wear and wishes the salesperson to pickout one that will fit
properly. i am lead by my leash into a dressing room and Master
removes my uniform. the salesperson then takes a number of
measurements and brings back on made of black latex in the correct
size. it is then put on me and cinched tight. Master has me turn
several times, and then tells the salesperson that he will purchase
it, and that he wishes to have me wear it out of the store. my
uniform is then put back on me and my hair straightened. the
salesperson goes to ring up the sale, and you inform me that the black
contrasts well with my overall blush and bare pussy....
i am then lead out onto the street by my leash, the street being
more crowded now since it is late afternoon. i notice that we are now
in Chinatown, and my tummy grumbles....you stop and pull me in front
of you and pinch my nipples....i let out a moan.....you remind me i am
supposed to be quiet....tummy growls are not allowed....and tell ne i
will be fed soon.
you then walk towards a restaurant with me following on my leash.
you ask for a table in the back, and we are seated in a booth with a
long table cloth. you have me move to the back and then you move my
uniform so my bare bottom is on the booth seat and my pussy is exposed
to your view. you look at the menu and then order when the waiter
returns.....
while we are waiting for the food to arrive, your hand is on my
pussy, gently stroking my labia, and my clit.....it is hard to keep
from moaning. you move your hand up to my mouth and have me suck on
your fingers.....you ask me if i would like to come in the
restaurant....i shake my head no, not wanting to be
embarrassed.....you return my hand to between my legs and order me not
to come....you then start to play with me, removing your hand just
before i reach orgasm and then starting to stroke me some more. by
the time the food arrives, i am extremely frustrated.
you start to eat when the food arrives, occasionally feeding me a
bite. the food is very hot and my mouth burns after some of the
bites. you then give me a drink of tea, reminding me not to spill it
down my uniform.
we then leave the restaurant and start to head back to the car,
but just before we reach it, you turn down another street....and we
enter a park. the park seems to be pretty much deserted. we walk
around for awhile, and are then in an empty picnic area. you walk me
to a table and order me to bend over it. my uniform is then moved
away from my bottom so i am naked from the waist down. you tell me i
am to hold position....
you have me stay in this position for a little while, not knowing
if i am being watched or what you might do.....i try to think if i
have done anything to displease you....i can only think of my tummy
grumbling earlier before we ate, and my blushing bright red in the
garment store. i hear a hiss and then a leather paddle stricking my
bare bottom. my bottom burns, but i don't dare cry out. i am then
asked if i remember what the safe word is, and i nod my head yes. i am
then informed that i may speak only to say the safe word and nothing
else, and that i am to not cry out. the paddle then strikes me 9 more
times, fairly rapidly, and i am stood up. i quickly kneel at your
feet, not sure what i have done, feeling like a punished slave.......
you ask me if i have been punished, and i shake my head
yes....you ask me if i know why i was punished and i shake my head no,
i am not sure. you grin and say that i was paddled not for punishment
but because you wished me to learn what it is like being paddled in
public. you then stand me up....and we return to the car.
again i am seated in the car, my bottom still sore and hot from
being paddled....my hands are released and i am ordered to keep my
wrists crossed behind me....the seatbelt is buckled and the door
closed. you get in the other side, and then i am
reblindfolded.....the engine is started and the car starts to
move.....after being in the car for a bit, i fall asleep.....when i am
awakened by my master's hand between my legs masturbating me, i have
no idea where we are....i am still blindfolded.
the blindfold is removed and i find we are parked in front of a
movie theater. i am taken out of the car and lead on my leash into
the theater. we sit down in the middle of the theater and you quietly
tell me i am to be absolutely quiet during the movie....no moans or
whimpers. when the lights go down and the movie starts, i feel your
hands open my uniform on the sides and until the sash. you then move
me to between you legs and have me suck on your penis. your penis
grows in my mouth and after a long time you come, having me swallow it
all and then clean you off with my lips. you then leave me on the
floor at your feet until the movie is just about over, at which time
you have me get back in my chair and my uniform is resashed but not
fastened.
as we leave the theater, i can't help but feel exposed....i am
worried that a breeze will open my uniform, exposing me to the world.
the corset around me feels tight and makes my waist hot. when we pass
a drinking fountain, you instruct me to bend over and get a drink, and
not to bend my knees. i end up exposin my bottom and pussy to several
people doing this....i blush.....i want to run to the car but you take
ahold of my leash so i can't. when we get to the car, you don't say
anything..... i am put in the same way as before....i know i was
rebelious when i wanted to run, and even though i didn't i will be
punished for having thought about it....i drop my head, knowing i have
been a bad slave.....
the ride back to your apartment is long and i doze in and out of
sleep. before i wake up the last time, i am re-blindfolded....it was
dark when we got into the car the last time, so i assume it is still
nighttime, but i have no idea what time it is. when the car stops, i
am lead out on my leash, not knowing where we are. i am taken into a
bathroom and told to relieve myself, cleaned off, my uniform is
removed, and then i am taken and bound at the foot of a bed....my
ankles are attached together and the leash is removed from my
collar.....you then tell me to go to sleep....and that i will sleep
deeply, that nothing will awaken me until morning. your hands caress
my head, and then rub my tummy, and i fall asleep......
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