The phone rings.
"Hello sweetmeat, I'm picking up my tools now 20 minutes."
"Yes Master." Click.
The call has become a code between us. Nothing needs to be said but you know what to do and you know no matter what else you will be ravished and sated before the evening ends. But first you have much to do in the 20 minutes you have available.
A quick look in the mirror makes you decide you are going to risk the extra minutes to shower quickly. Even this simple task reminds you of the life you have chosen. As you wash your breasts, cleansing them thoroughly the huge gold rings adorning each nipple slip through your fingers. The simple gold chain around your neck, to anyone but you and I, just a simple gold necklace, a first gift between lovers, to you and I a symbol, my mark of ownership, your collar. Only you and I know that there is no clasp, the chain was bought extra long and with my own hands I removed the clasp and repaired the chain around your neck. The only way the necklace will ever come off is to ruin the beautiful jewelry. Washing down over your stomach and on to your crotch the smoothly shaven lips slipping erotically through your fingers. Your mind darts to the time but you cannot resist giving each of the three rings nestled there a small tug.
A shiver runs down your spine but you know you have taken too much time in your own pleasure and will now have to rush to be ready. You rinse and hop out of the shower. Grab a big fluffy towel and rush to your closet drying as you go.
At the closet you pull out the black silk blouse and slide it over your shoulders without buttoning it. The black mini skirt slides up your thighs it is not the shortest skirt you own but you remember vividly that bending and fast walking are impossible without letting everyone see all of your charms. As you button the first few buttons of the blouse you slide your feet into a pair of black sandals with 3" heels. You have taller ones but since I didn't tell you what to wear you put on your favorites.
From a drawer you pull out a black silk scarf, 4 leather cuffs, 5 padlocks and reaching for the last item you pause. There are three ball gags in the drawer you remember me teasing that the smallest isn't even a challenge and you hate when I use the largest because it leaves your jaw sore after only a short period. You grab the middle one and head to the front door. You kick the rug aside revealing three "D" rings embedded in the floor. You suck the ball gag between your teeth and buckle it in place. You buckle the cuffs in place ankles and wrists then the blindfold. Working by feel only, you wish now you had checked the clock one more time before putting the blindfold on.
You sit down in the practiced position and snap the first padlock locking your right ankle to the floor then the left. You twist and lock your left wrist to your left ankle. Feeling between your legs you force your pussy down to the floor and slip the fourth lock through the ring in the floor and pause then lock it through both labia rings. You sometimes lock yourself down by your clit but you are so excited now you fear it would make you cum. That leaves the last lock this one is the hardest but with one hand you manage to lock your right hand to your right ankle.
Your breathing becomes fast as your cunt begins to drool, dreaming of what pleasure we might explore tonight. Then just as you hear my truck in the drive the phone starts ringing. Your head snaps in the direction of the phone knowing you can't answer even if you wanted to. Then my key in the door and a draft on your exposed cunt as the door opens wide.
You swallow hard as you picture what you look like from the street I have often told you no one can see and if they did by the time they took a second look the scene would be gone but it doesn't help your nervousness.
I close the door and pick up the ringing phone my hand stroking your hair.
"Hello"
"Yes Gloria of course I remember."
"No Vicky is a bit tied up at the moment."
"Well you can call back in a few minutes or I can help her get freed up enough to talk."
Your mind is screaming please don't be so close to the truth with my mother she will know for sure what we do, and NO I don't want to talk to her right now I WANT my MASTER. But you can't say or do anything. You hear the drawer opening and wonder what I could be doing stalling, making your Mother wonder?
Then I slip the headset to the cordless phone over your head adjusting the mic and removing your gag. As you begin talking to your mother I open the buttons on your blouse exposing your rock hard nipples. After toying with the rings a bit I hang a 1" brass bell on each nipple, then one on your clit ring. The bells are not heavy but you know from experience it takes very little movement to make them ring. I bend down and kiss your earlobe whispering hello pet I love you then go to the kitchen to fix myself an iced tea as I know your mother will have you on the phone for at least 20 minutes. I begin planning a chair that can be used in the same way. Then you could be locked down on the phone with mom and I could eat you out till you screamed in her ear mmmmmmm what a thought.
After fixing my glass of tea I come back and stand in the hallway watching you. I hear you tell your mother that is just his way. I chuckle knowing you are getting the third degree about what I told her. I drink half of my tea watching you and decide you are doing well and need no help so I go to the bedroom and strip for a shower.
Padding silently back through the hall I check on you one more time before getting in the shower. I shower quickly listening intently in case you need me. Getting to my manhood I give it a couple of soapy strokes just to make sure it is displayed to full effect then rinse and get out.
Hearing no sounds from the entryway I finish drying so I do not make a mess through the house. With the towel wrapped around my waist I pad to the end of the hall again. You seem to be through chatting, so I go to your side. When my hand touches your cheek you press against it, purring into my hand like a kitten with warm milk.
"How is Mother?" I ask as I step in front of you. I drop the towel and press my hard and still swelling member against your cheek.
"She's fine..... She knows you are kinky she just doesn't know HOW kinky or how much your sweetmeat loves it."
You turn and eagerly suck it into your mouth. The ensuing blow job is fast and urgent with no finesse, a starving mans first meal would have taken longer as you suck me to the root and proceed to fuck my cock like your mouth was an eager cunt. Your onslaught excites me to the point that I explode almost immediately. When you feel the first spasm of my cock you pull your head off of my manhood taking the rest of my load on your face and chest. I tip over the lamp on the entryway table and get the key that fits all of our locks.
You make such an erotic sight, bound there on the floor, your restraints nearly impossible to distinguish, fresh cum on your face and dripping from your nose, I decide I must have a picture so I rush to the bedroom for a camera. The digital camera makes no noise and the blindfold keeps you from seeing the flash, you have no idea I am taking pictures.
Satisfied with 4 shots I kneel down and release all of your locks. When you are freed of the floor I slip a padlock back through the rings in your labia and through the clit ring. Now every step you take will directly stimulate your sensitive clit. I notice you visibly shudder as the lock snaps shut.
I take your hand and help you to unsteady feet after being unable to move for so long. When you seem to have your balance I go to the bedroom to dress. Slacks, socks, a golf shirt and comfortable shoes and I am ready. When I return to the living room you are leaning against the entryway table. I take your hand and lead you to the garage. After getting you situated in the passenger seat of my antique convertible, I get in and retract the roof. Deciding not to bother with a boot cover I lean over and kiss you and remind you how sexy you are, while the garage door opens. When the door is open I back out and we are off. My hand drifts to your locked pussy while you wonder quietly where I could be taking you dressed as you are. The fact that I didn't leave you clean your face makes you wonder even more.
After meandering through city streets seemingly without direction I pull up in front of "Cupids Connection" a run down little shop with painted over windows and "Adults Only" advertised on the door. I give you a $100 bill.
"Now pet you are to go in the store and purchase no less than three items all items will be put to use before we return home. If you bring me any item useless to me, for instance a DVD since the car is not set up for it; you will be punished with 10 minutes of total nudity for every dollar spent on that item. You have 10 minutes. Every minute over 10 will result in 10 minutes nude." I unbutton another button and lift up one breast. I slip your drivers license under it trapping it there. "Now you are prepared in case they want ID." I check my watch "starting .....Now."
You jump out of the car and slam the door nearly running to the store. I get several good glimpses of your lovely ass as you cross the parking lot to the store. I sit dreaming up ways to make you cum for 10 then 12 minutes before I see you come back out of the store. Hurrying across the parking lot knowing you are late. As you open the door and lay your purchases in the car I tell you "13 minutes, strip, you owe me 30 minutes nude."
"Ok as soon as I get in" you respond
"NO, NOW" I say in my do not argue with me voice. You look across the car at me not sure if you heard me right. This is the first time I have been so blatant about exposing you to strangers. "Pet if you don't start stripping this instant you will be adding time besides adding punishment for disobeying me."
You take off your blouse and throw it in the back seat. Then you slide the skirt down your thighs and off. You begin to get in but, as I shake my head you slip your feet out of the sandals as well. Now as you sit down in the car I begin going though your bag.
The first item I pull out is a remote control egg. I open the package and install the batteries. Checking the operation it has a very nice pulse not quite strong enough to be a throb at low speed and makes my finger tips tingle on high. I lay the egg on the dash and pull out the next item a pair of 1 ½" ben wah balls. As I roll them in my fingers I discover these are not just balls but the original version with musical chimes built inside. I lay the balls in your lap resting against your padlock. I tug the lock then rubbing my hand slowly up over your body. Hefting your breast in my hand I flick the bell with my thumb making it jingle. Your nipples are huge rubber nubs by this point, your entire areolas puckered and your nips long and hard enough to hang a hat on.
You shudder as I blatantly toy with your body. I notice you lick your lips with desire, but not wanting to excite you too much too quickly I go back to the bag eliciting a sigh from you.
The next item is a butt plug. It is far from the biggest I have ever seen but for a slave that has not had one before it is bigger than I would expect for a first try. Looking at you with a raised eyebrow you lick your lips then explain.
"It is only a little larger than your cock Master. I was afraid if I bought one too small you would be disappointed in me."
"Never, sweetmeat my thoughts of you are always coated with desire. Your eyes sparkle at the mention of desire. Looking back into the bag I see one more item and pull it out. A pair of vicious looking alligator clips with a series of incremental weights. I contemplate for moment your purchases and think of ways to keep my earlier promise. Looking up at you I realize you expect some comment from me. "Well done sweetmeat. I simply love ALL of your choices."
"Turn towards me and put one leg over the backrest." After you obey I unlock the padlock and lay it on the dash. I pick up the egg and turn it on low with the remote. I rub it slowly from one breast then nipple to the other. Then down through the valley of your cleavage over your bare tummy to your clit. I hold it there watching your body respond until you thrust your hips up the first time for more stimulation. Then I slide the egg between your lips and using two fingers shove it deep into your hungry cunt until it meets resistance when it rests against your cervix. Next I pick up the balls and slide them into your now very sloppy sex. With all three items your cunt feels full and the vibrations of the egg emanate throughout your entire bottom. I lock your lips and clit together again to keep everything in place, brushing your clit with the back of my fingers in the process.
I pick up the butt plug. "Slide down farther in the seat sweetmeat." I lick my fingertip and tease your asshole. With your love of anal sex the teasing probing of my finger relaxes the ring preparing for entry. Using my fingers I scoop up your lubrication dripping from your slit and coat the plug with it. As I begin easing it into your ass you thrust your bottom towards me fucking the plug into your willing ass. After two thrusts it pops firmly into your bottom. Now even your ass is feeling the vibrations of the tiny egg.
Last I pick up the alligator clips. "Well pet I DID say I was going to use everything so I guess you must take the full set of weights. I will let you choose though, nipples or pussy lips?"
"Please Master, my nipples and please put them on with the weights to the sides so that when the weight pulls down it twists them as well."
"MMmmmm a very good idea sweetmeat, I am glad you thought of it." As I match actions to words.
You suck in a deep breath as I attach the first clip, then groan as I allow your nipple to take the weight as it gets twisted a quarter turn. After giving the other nipple the same treatment, your groans become constant your hips thrusting at me wanting more stimulation begging for release.
I bend over you, touching my tongue to your clit. Then I lick slowly over your mound, up your tummy to your navel. I stop there to delve deeply into your belly button swirling my tongue around then licking the rest of the way to each nipple where I lick each tortured bud making them grow harder against the devious clips pinching them tightly. Then kiss you possessively on the lips my tongue demanding entrance to your mouth. Greedily I fuck your mouth with my tongue thrusting deep into yours. Licking your tongue and gums then retreating to do it again.
As I come up for air I check my watch, "Still seven minutes left nude sweetmeat. I think we will go to 7/11 for fresh alkaline batteries and drinks. You do look like you could use a drink my little cunt."
I sit up and start the car. I pull out of the parking lot headed towards the convenience store with my thumb teasing your clit at every bump in the road. "Don't forget pet you must ask permission to cum." I pinch your clit to emphasize my words.
Finally arriving at the store I park off to one side in the shadows. I reach into the back seat and retrieve your blouse. "Put this back on." I command. It makes you nervous that I didn't give you the skirt too but you don't argue you just slip the blouse on then as you begin to button it I stop you. "No buttons just tie it shut beneath your tits."
Your hands quivering with excitement, desire and a little apprehension you quickly obey. Then I hand you the skirt and you slip it on and slide it up your thighs. "OK pet step out of the car and come around to my side I want to see what everyone else gets to see."
"Master, my shoes?"
"No, not yet, do as you are told slave."
You walk around to my side of the car. Your nipple rings are noticeable under this blouse. The bells and alligator clips are a few more bumps, making it difficult to distinguish exactly WHAT you have done to your nipples but the fact that there is more there than nipple is obvious. I notice that having put your skirt on in the car you pulled it a little higher on your waist than you normally do allowing just a hint of ass cheek to show beneath the hem. You spin around for me and I get a glimpse of the bell hanging from your clit but only a glimpse and it is gone.
Looking into the store I notice the cashier is a teenaged boy probably his first job while in school. I take a ten dollar bill out of my wallet and roll it tightly. Then lifting your skirt I slide it in your clit ring and drop the skirt. I smile and tell you hurry back; I'm thirsty, with a wicked smile.
"Master, what about shoes? There are laws you know?"
"sweetmeat no one is going to notice your shoes or the lack there of. Just do as I have instructed."
"Yes Master" you respond with your head bowed. You turn and walk towards the store. You are not thinking along those lines but the cashier will be just as embarrassed as you if he cums in his pants, which watching you walk towards the store is a distinct possibility.
You disappear inside the store as you walk to the coolers for drinks. I don't see you again until you reach the counter but it is obvious the clerk is watching your every move with interest. Anyone wanting to pump gas and drive off should do it now they'll never get caught. The clerk is staring open mouthed by the time you return to the counter, but his slack jaw drops even lower when you raise your skirt and get him the rather musky smelling money. When he gives you your change you drop the silver in a charitable canister sitting on the counter then roll up the bills he gave you and put them back in your clit ring. Then return to me your butt sashaying lewdly and bells jingling.
I turn the vibrations of the egg up a notch and am rewarded with an even more lewd dance to the car.
When you get in the car your face is flushed, your breathing labored. It is obvious you have cum without permission. I wait to see if you confess.
"Master, when I pulled the bill out of my ring, I saw the wet spot appear in his pants. I couldn't help it, that scene made me cum. I am sorry Master."
Reaching for my drink I smile warmly telling you I forgive you for this small transgression. After all perhaps I should have taken you over the edge at least once by now.
I have you sit next to me as I drive across town. I play with your padlock and bells all the way keeping you on edge. I sip my drink and chat asking about your day even as I fan the fire in your cunt.
Arriving at a quiet little park outside the edge of town I find a place to park and snap a chain dog leash onto your padlocked cunt. We walk around the jogging trail, drawing more than a few stares, one almost resulting in a jogger jogging right into a tree.
About halfway around the jogging trail and farthest from the car I sit down on a bench. Tugging your leash I guide you into my lap. This late in the evening the fitness buffs and mothers with children are headed for home. The few people still out enjoying the park are mostly lovers out for a stroll and have little interest in what other lovers may be doing.
I draw you into a deep passionate kiss while deftly untying the blouse with one hand. Pushing the blouse back on both sides to fully expose your luscious breasts, I begin fondling and teasing the tortured nipples.
"Please Master"
"Yes sweetmeat?"
"Please Master, May I cum?"
"No pet I don't believe that would be fair after all you have already cum once this evening." The entire time I am talking I am licking and nibbling your tortured nipples." I believe it should be my turn."
"Yes Master, "You quietly respond. You kiss each of my nipples through my shirt then slowly lower yourself to the ground kissing my chest as you go. When you are on your knees in front of me, you lower my zipper and fishing inside my pants pull out my rock hard member. You lift it gently and reach under my cock with your tongue laving my ball sack affectionately. After tonguing my sack for a bit, you lick the length of my shaft then, the head and swallow me to the root once again tonight.
As you kneel there rhythmically sucking my cock, I lean back on the bench, hands in your hair encouraging you. You are the absolute best cocksucker I have ever met and I seldom have to be cruel to get you please me. More often than not when I get rough with your mouth it is for your pleasure more than mine. I close my eyes enjoying your ministrations, my hands gently encouraging you; the leash in my left hand jerks at your cunt every few strokes reminding you of your position.
Feeling my balls tighten as I near my peak I whisper. "This time sweetmeat you may swallow."
You stroke me to my pelvic bone twice more then pull your head back until your lips are sealed around the head of my twitching cock. You allow me to finish cumming, filling your mouth. Then you swish my seed around your mouth knowing I like to smell cum on your breath, and then you swallow. When you are sure there are not even any more dribbles coming your way you then lick my entire cock and balls clean with your hot little tongue.
Saying little and using your leash to guide you, I bring you back to my lap. I reach under you and pull out your butt plug. I hold it to your lips and whisper. "We did not bring a gag and I don't want anyone to hear you scream pet." You open your mouth reluctantly swallowing the plug to the depression that kept it seated in your ass. You begin breathing through you nose, just the thought of what I am doing to you and where are enflaming all of your senses. I guide your freshly stretched ass down on to my once again hardening cock as you straddle my lap.
Using your knees you begin stroking your ass up and down my cock. "Harder pet, I want to hear your bells, I want to know you are getting the hard fucking up your ass you love." You only groan around the butt plug as you slam your ass harder down my cock, the padlock twisting and tugging your clit and cunt lips as it drags over my stomach.
You plead to me with raised eyebrows, unable to say anything intelligible around the butt plug. I begin thrusting up into your ass as you are coming down fucking you even harder. Your eyes plead to me again. "Yes sweetmeat, please cum for your Master"
Finally allowed your release, you slam down on my cock, seating it deeply in your ass, the padlock against my stomach stretching your cunt lips. You explode inside, your whole body quivering with release, as your juices pour out of your steaming pussy drenching my slacks and our thighs. The scream trapped in your throat by the butt plug comes out as a stifled moan. Still twitching with release you nuzzle against my neck, holding me tightly, knowing there is no place on Earth you would rather be.
Darkness has enveloped us completely now and you snuggle to my side as we walk back to the car. The big butt plug difficult to breathe around, you manage, not wanting to break the spell we share. Your blouse still unbuttoned, breasts swaying in the cool evening air. You have decided in your mind that if this is how I want you, then this is how I will have you. You chuckle inwardly wondering what the convenience store clerk would do if you walked back in his store now.
The park is deserted and no one gets to see you.
When we are again seated in the car I pull the butt plug gently from your mouth, pull you close and kiss you deeply.
I turn the vibrator in your cunt up a notch. I look around and find the discarded scarf and tie it tightly once again over you eyes, then get out of the car and go around to the trunk. Stashed there from before I left for work this morning is a plastic baggie with a wet washcloth, a thin white gauzy blouse and a pair of 6" heels. Closing the trunk I return to you with the items.
With the washcloth I clean the crusty dried cum from your face. Then pushing the blouse off of your shoulders I help you out of it and toss it in the back seat. Fondling the weighted alligator clamps, I grasp them both firmly, and then YANK them forcibly from your nipples. The pain of the toothy clamps being ripped from your flesh brings you off of your seat with a howl. Wiping your breasts with the wet cloth is more about soothing your tortured, succulent globes than it is about cleaning anything. Then I help you into the fresh white gauze blouse. It sticks to your dampened flesh as I button three buttons then examining the amount of tit flesh you are showing I button one more. Pulling your legs to my lap I take off your 3" sandals and replace them with the 6" stiletto heels.
Stashing the washcloth and nipple clamps in the baggie I wrap it in the blouse and toss the whole bundle in the back seat, start the car and drive away.
Blindfolded you now have no idea how you are dressed or where we are going, and the pain in your tortured nipples drives you to distraction so you can't even keep track of where we are by the sounds we pass by. You realize we must have arrived when you feel me turn off of the road and park the car. When I help you out of the car I grab your leash and use it to lead you into the bar. You guess correctly that it is a bar from the sounds emanating from the building and feel a bit of apprehension building once again. Leading you by the leash through the door and to a booth in the rear is an adventure in itself. You hear the snickers, the derision, and the quiet whistles of awe. We pass one guy at the bar that turns to his buddy and says Charlie, how come you don't have Nancy trained to a leash? I was waiting for you to train Barb and show me how first, is the quiet response.
We sit in our booth you against the wall and me next to the aisle. You feel me pull the skirt out from under your ass as you sit down. You hear the snigger of the waitress before she asks for our order. You remain quiet as you listen to me ordering food for both of us, realizing that you know where we must be by what I have ordered. You smile to yourself as I order your favorite from the menu without asking. I also order drinks that will complement the meal without getting us drunk.
While waiting for the meal I drape one of your legs over mine spreading your wet, needy cunt to anyone walking by that cares to look. I whisper in your ear how ravishing you are. I tell you how much I love having you in my life. All the time I am slowly rubbing your rock hard clit, keeping it teased out of its hood, the tiny bundle of nerves is becoming so sensitive from all the attention you suck in your breath with nearly every pass of my finger.
Just as the waitress arrives with our food the vibrating egg snaps to full power, the sudden onslaught of movement in your cunt pushes you over the edge and you cum. Without permission you have an amazing, vocal, soul shattering climax right in front of our waitress. You didn't know she was there until you hear her placing the plates on the table. You do however hear her whisper "Gees if I knew Jack would make me cum like that I'd let him fuck me on the bar and not care at all."
I begin eating and feeding you selections from your own plate. Each time you move to help or reach for something I make you put your hands under your thighs to keep them stationary while I lovingly feed you your meal. You know that anyone near MUST be able to hear the buzzing emanating from your sloppy pussy but thinking about it only makes your breath shorter, besides what difference would that sound make with the show you are giving the loyal patrons.
By the time we finish eating the band has returned and begins with a slow song. I drag you to the dance floor without explanation. With your tits crushed against my chest, your leash held lightly in one hand and your fresh cum leaking from your pussy and dripping down your thighs we dance. You lay your head on my shoulder and concentrate on following my moves. In your mind, the only thing important is the beat of my heart and the caress of my hand. What people around us may see or think forgotten, as the world shrinks to just you, me and the slow music drawing us together flowing across the hardwood floor.
As the song drifts off to a close you realize my hand now rests on your bare ass. The leash, rings and bell all exposed for anyone to see. You fight the desire to try to cover up.
I bring my hand to your back to escort you back to our booth. Your cheeks are flushed not knowing who or how many may have seen your exposure. At our booth I toss down some bills for the waitress, and then lead you out the door to the car. When you feel cool metal against your thighs you never give your surroundings a thought, you bend over the hood at the waist and spread your legs.
Stepping in close behind you, I bite down on your neck and begin sucking even as I throw the skirt up over your waist once more and begin fishing in your sloppy pussy. I pull out one then both balls, wiping them on your blouse before dropping them in my pocket. I reach deeply into your cunt again and finally getting my fingers on the little egg I slide it out and wipe it off. I spread your ass a little farther then ram my rampant cock into your hot slimy channel. With each thrust the bell on your clit hits the car making it ring. Concerned that your bells on your nipples might scratch the car, you place your arms under your chest. This puts more pressure on your abused nipples but you don't mind and begin slamming your ass back into my now almost savage thrusts each stroke harder than the last.
I grab handfuls of your hair in each hand and pull your head back. Pulling your hair back like that slides the blindfold off of your head onto the hood of the car.
Knowing that you were being taken in the middle of a parking lot was exciting, but seeing it seeing the cars the people your pulse quickens once again.
Sucking the tender area of your throat determined to leave a mark. Another car pulls in the lot and parks. You lose track of the occupants as they meander their way through parked cars to the entrance of the building. Your need sated, you hair in your face, sweat in your eyes, your entire world revolves around the pounding cock sawing in and out of your dripping snatch. Then just as your orgasm becomes to close to ignore, you whisper "Master?"
In a normal voice I answer, "Yes sweetmeat?"
"MASTER oh oh MAs Master may I cum?"
"Yes pet please cum for me. Let me know how much pleasure I have given you this evening."
"Yess Yess Massster." Your voice becomes an incoherent babble as your orgasm takes over. You scream and pant, slamming your ass back onto my cock. That is when you notice the couple two cars over staring at you, mouths agape. You are beyond control; all you can do is let the orgasm wash over you in a flood. Your feelings bared to the world, almost more embarrassing than the exposure of your body. You have no idea how long they stare, nor how long your orgasm lasts. The next sane thought you trust is being tucked into your own warm bed. Your Master snuggling up to your back holding you tenderly, whispering what a good slave, my precious sweetmeat, my love. Sleep well my pet.
