My phone rang and, to my surprise, I saw that it was my Master calling.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello what?” he demanded.
“Hello, Master,” I said softly, looking around to see if anyone was in earshot.
“Have you been a good slut since I’ve been gone?” he asked.
I hesitated, knowing he’d want me to repeat his full sentence and worried someone would overhear.
“Well?” he said insistently.
“Yes, I’ve been a good slut,” I said, blushing deeply and looking around again.
“Good. I have a new rule for you while I am gone,” he began. My breath caught in my throat thinking about it – sometimes he gave me “rules” to abide by, especially when he was going out of town. Usually these amounted to challenges, like going the whole week without masturbating, but a recent rule (which I was currently following) was that I could only wear thong underwear when I was out in public.
“You’re only allowed to wear three items of clothing while I am gone, excluding shoes, socks, and your purse but including everything else. I amend our previous rule to be that you are to wear a thong or no underwear at all while out in public,” he said, finally telling me the rule.
My mind raced – I was wearing a tank top, bra, short jean shorts, and underwear. Entirely too many items to comply with my Master’s demand. When I told him so, he responded with a curt, “Then you’ll have to remove one item of clothing, won’t you?”
We said our goodbyes, and I hurried off to the ladies room.
I first tried taking off my bra, and staring into the mirror I noticed how my nipples poked through the thin material of my tank top from a combination of arousal and fear of being discovered. I tried arranging my long blonde hair to cover my perky B cups, but it was just no good. It was far too obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I put my bra back on and wiggled out of my jean shorts, removing my cute pink thong. This would have to do, I thought, as I pulled my shorts back on and stuffed my purse into my handbag. I would be going “commando” for the rest of the day. I did a 360, looking at myself in the mirror. No one could tell, I didn’t think.
I wandered through the shelves of the library, looking at various romance novels. It was exciting in a way. I wondered if anyone could tell I wasn’t wearing underwear, or possibly see my pussy because my shorts didn’t quite fit tight to my thighs.
Finally I settled on a book, checked it out, and got on my bike. The feeling of my bike seat pressing the denim of my shorts into my pussy was both abrasive and arousing. The rough material sliding over my sensitive pussy as I rode was almost too much for me. I stood slightly on my pedals, lifting my ass off the seat a little. The rushing wind felt great on my thighs as I rode down the small hill towards the park.
I found a nice secluded area of the park and hopped off my bike. I laid my blanket down, and sat down. It was very sunny at the park, so I fished my sunglasses out of my bag. Suddenly, I thought “Do sunglasses count against the ‘rule of three’?” Master had said that “everything” else counted. I pulled out my phone, wondering whether or not to text my question to him. I decided to assume the sunglasses counted and put my phone back in my bag. Looking around, I lifted my tank top quickly over my head, and put my sunglasses on.
My bra provided at least as much coverage as most of the bikini tops I owned, so I figured it was no big deal. I leaned back and began to read my romance novel, soaking up the warm sun.
“Excuse me, miss?” a woman in a cute sun dress said.
“Yes?” I said, instantly worried she would comment on me laying out in just my bra and shorts.
“Would you consider donating to the Children’s Lupus fund? You can receive a bracelet for any donation amount,” she said as she showed off a cute stretchy bracelet with small hearts on it.
I gave her five dollars and she handed me the bracelet. She wandered off as I sat contemplating my new wardrobe dilemma. I finally decided to slip the bracelet onto my wrist, and lay down on my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I reached back and unhooked my bra, sliding my straps down over my arms taking care not to flash my boobs.
I caught a look or two from the few passers-by, but it felt good to be looked at so admiringly by the guys (and even some of the girls). Besides, I figured they couldn’t really see anything more than the sides of my boobs anyway. The looks, combined with the feeling of my blanket against my suddenly very sensitive nipples, sent tingles down my spine. I enjoyed the feelings and relaxed, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
I dreamed there were hands caressing my thighs, running from the back of my knees to the beginnings of my shorts. The caresses became more insistent as I spread my legs. Fingers began to slide between my thighs and the denim of my shorts, rubbing my labia. I was getting very wet as a finger shallowly slid into my pussy.
I dreamed that my Master, sitting next to my outstretched legs, pulled his finger out of my cunt and rubbed it slowly up and down along my slit. People could clearly see his hand working up the leg of my jean shorts, and my arousal was apparent. This only made me buck harder against his finger, my own hands rubbing the sides of my breasts.
He circled my clit with his finger, and I shuddered with pleasure. I was constantly amazed at how my Master could make me feel so good using only a single finger.
I lifted my ass off the blanket, still trying to keep my breasts hidden from passers-by. He reached around my jean shorts, and to my horror he began unbuttoning them!
I was definitely aware of people watching now as he roughly pulled the shorts down my thighs. I reached my hand under myself to cover my exposed pussy and he said loudly, “Now now, that is not what a good slut does.”
I pulled my hand away reluctantly, and he plunged first one, then two fingers into my soaking wet cunt. Those who couldn’t see could probably hear the wet noises his fingers made as they entered me, retreated, and then entered me again.
“Please fuck me,” I moaned, not caring anymore who was watching.
He removed his fingers from my cunt and pulled me up onto all fours. I felt him rub the head of his cock along my slit. I shuddered as his smooth cock head teased my clit, then slowly began to enter me.
I moaned loudly as I could feel every inch of his prick open me up, filling me. I rocked backwards, taking all of him inside of me. He began to fuck me with long strokes. I reached my hand back, this time not to cover myself but to rub my clit.
I began to moan as I felt my climax approaching, the combination of me rubbing my own clit, and his hot cock fucking my wet pussy drove me wild. I came hard, staring into the faces of the crowd that had gathered to watch.
Coming down from my own orgasm, I pushed back against him urging him to fuck me harder. The hand that was rubbing my clit reached back a little further to cup his balls. I ran my hand over his balls, spreading the cum that coated my fingers on them. He grunted, and I could feel his balls tighten in my hand as he came deep inside me. I shuddered with another, smaller orgasm, as I felt his hot seed fill me.
My eyes snapped open suddenly, bringing me out of my dream. I was still lying on my stomach, but with my hand down the front of my jean shorts, two fingers buried in my wet cunt. I looked around and caught a few people looking but luckily they were far enough away that they probably didn’t see much. Unfortunately, my next move was to sit up rapidly before thinking about it, giving those same people a good view of my boobs.
I quickly pulled my tank top over my head and stood up dizzily. I rapidly gathered my belongings, climbed on my bike, and rode as fast as I could back down the path out of the park.
Back on the streets, my self-consciousness faded and I thought about how exciting that was. Remembering my Master’s rule, I looked down and pulled my bracelet off, stuffing it into my pocket. There, now I was obeying the rules again like a good little slut. And I was a good little exhibitionist slut, I thought, smiling and thinking about all the adventures I was going to have following this fun little rule.