January – Sent Out
It was January, and it was snowing. It was cold, and during the night the snowflakes formed a huge white blanket on the streets and buildings. I was going to dress up to go out to go grocery shopping, but Mistress was a bit displeased by my behavior of the previous evening.
I think I said something wrong or, well at the time she didn’t tell me but it was so obvious. She looked at me with a malicious and a dash of wickedness. She ordered me to take off my yoga pants. She opened the wide window that gave access to the balcony and said:
“Go out.”
I stared at her and she used her hand to point at the balcony. Well, it was so clear I had to go out just wearing those little white panties. I still had on my jacket and under knee wool socks and shoes, but my legs were completely nude now. After a few minutes, I was freezing.
“Mistress, please. It is cold.”
“I know that,” she replied.
“Mistress, I need to pee.”
“Don’t you dare, or better…”
She stopped speaking for a moment, giving me a feeling of suspense.
I had nothing under my jacket and my nipples were growing, hardening because of the cool breeze. Then she realized something and grinned.
“Or better let three drops flow if you can, but just three,” She said, then.
I was shivering and I felt my little pee hole throbbing because I had to hold everything in. How was that possible to release three drops? Moreover, I was out on the balcony and probably someone was behind a window observing what was happening to me…
Oh, I blushed. Mistress smiled at me with that malicious smile I perfectly knew. She was really pleased by my being so embarrassed.
“C’mon. Just three for me.”
My nipples were really hard and despite the cold breeze and the freezing weather, the situation was making me horny. I always get horny when Mistress puts me in embarrassing situations.
“I will count as you release the drops, one by one.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered.
“One,” She counted in a loud voice.
My legs tightened together as I felt a small, little, insignificant drop of my pee wetting my white little panties. And I told Mistress I was done.
“Two,” She said then.
It was harder than before, because, well you know when you start peeing, it’s really difficult to stop, but I had to just do only another tiny drop. I was constantly trembling from the cold and my control over my bladder and especially my pee hole wasn’t very good, but I had to do this. I focused on my muscles and concentrated to let just another drop flow out. That was the worst part and then, to stop and to prepare for Mistress to count again.
“Three!” She said in a louder voice.
With an unbearable effort, I was finally done, and the third drop wetted my panties too. Mistress then came close to the wide window and spoke.
“Ok, slutty, now I’m going to go shopping. You will stay here and your pee is forbidden until I come back home.”
Without letting me answer or reply, she turned around and disappeared from the room.
February – Exposed
The trip to Venice was something I didn’t realize Mistress was planning to do. I was happy when I was made aware of it, but I never thought it would become a humiliating experience and a test of my submission. One day, Mistress rented a gondola and a gondolier. She made me wear a classy outfit and took me to the place where the gondolier was waiting for us.
He was a middle-aged man wearing the typical uniform for gondoliers. We boarded and the gondola began moving on the large waterway called the Grand Canal. After a while, I realized that we were heading towards a little canal that departed from the large one. As soon as we reached that narrow waterway, Mistress took a red collar and a chain leash out of her purse and collared me in front of the man. I began blushing.
She whispered in my left ear, “Take off your top.”
You can imagine my inner reaction. My face jumped to a red hot chili pepper dark red, my neck was burning with heat, and I was quite unable to go ahead. I then saw my Owner’s lovely, but malicious smile, as she whispered:
“Well, I will, then. Don’t move.”
Immediately her fingers began unbuttoning my blouse, button by button, very, very slowly. Now and then she was gazing at the gondolier. This time in a loud voice she said:
“Let’s see what we have here?”
I was burning red. Shameful humiliation was the only thing I could feel, and that shame was hardening my little nipples just as Mistress loves.
“Don’t look around, my little shameful slut. Just perceive how many people are looking at you from their windows, think of this man heading us into the deepest darkest canals, the more narrow and hidden ones, where people are peering out of their windows to watch and seeing, to their surprise, such a little shameful slut like you, passing by with her tits out.”
Speaking in this way, Mistress finished opening my blouse and took it completely off. My nipples were feeling the shame and got harder than they ever had before. Feeling the soft breeze on my rock hard nipples, I fixed my gaze downward as Mistress Zoe ordered me to let things happen.
“There are many hidden canals yet to navigate and many more humiliating adventures ahead.”
I blushed as her loud laughter echoed through the canal. But this is another story.
To my beloved Mistress Zoe.
