I changed into a button up-low cut blouse and a mini skirt as quickly as I could. As I bent over to secure the straps of my shoes, I felt you behind me, your hands moving slowly down my back and down my ass. As always, the touch of your hands on my body sent an electric current through me and straight to my clit, which now felt swollen and hungry. You slapped my ass lightly, indicating for me to stand. I did and faced you. You pulled the blindfold out of your jacket pocket. I smiled, a little confused. You had blindfolded me many times at home, but blindfolding me when we were going out was a new twist. You secured it and said, “Relax. We are going to have a lot of fun tonight. Trust me.”
You only started the car after I had inserted the butt plug. This was a new rule you had established because it pleased you to do so. The rule stated that sluttenah must wear a butt plug whenever Master drives. I had protested (and gotten paddled for it-with the plug deep inside my ass), but I secretly loved this new rule. I loved how the vibrations seemed to push the plug deeper into my ass. I loved feeling, really feeling the control you have over this slave’s ass. I love keeping our secret as we drive through town-and no one knowing that I wear the plug because it pleases you that I do and that your pleasure is my highest aim. I also love wearing the plug because I can imagine you are inside me, honoring me with your cock inside my ass.
Driving both blindfolded and plugged, I felt blissful. I enjoyed the sensation in my ass and I thrilled at the mystery of our destination. The trip was brief, but I couldn’t picture where we had ended up. You came around to my side of the car and helped me out. “Keep the blindfold on until I tell you, slave,” was all you said.
“Yes, Master.”
I leaned on you as you led me on. I heard some other people and smiled although I was feeling a little anxious that wherever it was you were taking me, it was a public destination. I clenched to keep the plug inside and I felt the wetness from my cunt well up inside me. With my shaved pussy, the air that hit my clit was both a relief and a new stimulus.
I could tell that we approached a crowd because I could hear voices getting louder.
“Where are you taking me, Master?”
“Trust me,” you said, “and trust me when I say I will punish you later for making me repeat myself.” Your voice had a rough edge to it.
I turned to you and murmured, “yes, Sir.”
We entered the doors as the crowd seemed to part. I heard people on either side of us. I was surprised no one seemed to take notice of me, a blindfolded woman being led inside. I could tell the lights were low inside from under the blindfold. I hugged myself closer to you. You laughed a little at that, under your breath.
You pulled me by the wrist and placed your hands on my shoulders. You leaned down and kissed my mouth and I melted, as I always do, at the touch of your lips and your insistent tongue inside my mouth. “Are you wet, slut?” you asked me between and I nodded and pressed my mouth against yours, not wanting to break the connection. “Show me,” you said. “Lift your skirt so I can see how wet my slut is.”
I grasped the hem and lifted it slowly. I felt the air hit the bottom of my ass cheeks and felt as the cloth moved over the opening of my dripping cunt. I was on display, the plug sticking out of my ass. I felt very grateful for the blindfold. I felt your hand cup my pussy and I felt one then two fingers inside me. I started to grind, but you slapped my tit through my clothes with your other hand as you continued to finger fuck me. “I did not say to grind, slave. Oh, you are in for a very long night, Baby.”
I moaned and pouted although I know you hate it, and I felt you remove your fingers abruptly.
You pulled me forward and sat down on a couch in front of me. I heard you undoing your pants and lowering them. You pulled me close to you until I was standing in between your feet. “Take your skirt off and sit on your Master’s cock.”
I crawled on top, blind and moaned as I felt your cock fill me. As I lowered myself onto you, I felt your hardness press against my naked lips and tingling clit. I began to fuck your cock as you have trained me to do, still holding the plug in place, squeezing my thighs and vag muscles together and rocking up and down the length of your shaft. I imagined the plug was also your cock, filling me, but I wished it really was your cock fucking that asshole just as I was fucking your throbbing cock.
I sensed a change in the room as I continued to fulfill the directive you had given me. It seemed the other people were gathering around us in a circle. I heard random snippets of speech and sighs of appreciation and admiration. I focused on the sensations of your cock inside my pussy and tried to sense if you were close to cumming. I tried not to get distracted by the low voices that seemed to be increasing in number ad volume around us.
I reached out and grabbed your neck as I bounced up and down on your cock. When you told me to cum, I came immediately, screaming with abandon as I felt your warm cum shoot inside me. I collapsed on your neck and felt my heart and your heart. You slid your hand down my back and to my ass. You patted the plug in with a light tap. “Take the blindfold off, pet,” you told me. I felt lightheaded as I removed it to see a small crowd gathered around. Some were holding wine glasses. A man over your shoulder shamelessly held onto his hard-on. A woman leaned over and whispered to me,
“Excellent job, slut. That was very…entertaining. Your master has trained you well.” She winked at you and smiled. She asked you, “Can I touch your slave’s body? She has very nice tits.” She had a hungry look in her eyes. You nodded to her and she reached in and squeezed my nipple. She looked back at you and whispered thanks as she walked away. That seemed to break some sort of spell that was over the crowd, as even though I was still straddling you, still clutching your cock inside my pussy, men came up to you, shaking your hand, giving you the thumbs up or high-fiving you. You ignored them and turned to me, fixing me with your eyes.
You said, “Now everyone knows that you belong to me, pet. Everyone in town knows that you are my property. When we drive through town, everyone will know that I have just used your body or I am just about to, for my pleasure. They know that you are a cum slut and my slave, whom I control. All these men want to fuck you now that they have seen what you can do, but none of them get to fuck that sweet pussy or ass or mouth. Those belong to me. “
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my heart racing at your words. The implications were just dawning on me. Every bag boy, bank teller, police officer, waiter, teacher, lawyer, mechanic, stay-at-home mom, everyone now knows that I am a slave to my Master. I threw my arms around your neck and covered you with kisses.
You set me down on the couch beside you and told me to remove the plug. Someone came up with a cloth bag to place it in. You told me to pick up my skirt and take off my blouse. As you led me to the center of the room, you said, “And now I can discipline you wherever I please and I can take you into town without clothes, as I please. And since we don’t have to go home for your punishment session, I would like to show everyone what happens to you when you disobey your Master.” My heart skipped a beat as I saw you begin to take off your belt. The crowd was drawn again to circle around us. I smiled and stole a kiss from you. You spun me so I faced the crowd. A small round table was in front of me.
“Bend over,” you said.
