Advent Kinkendar: December 13th [Ffm]

It was far from easy to find a comfortable position to sleep last night, my body is bruised and sore all over. And yet my overwhelming feeling about the whole thing is pride and satisfaction. Apparently being a service slut also extends to full on masochism, for me at least. I keep finding myself admiring the colours of my bruises, and I can’t help running my fingers over the welts, feeling how they’re raised from the rest of my skin, and finding a perverse pleasure in the sensitivity of it all.

As Miss fingered me awake this morning, I wriggled and writhed more than usual. The aches from yesterday, combined with the discomfort when I sat on any of the marks, made for a complicated climax. But climax I did, and it was phenomenal.

I remember I was panting quite hard as Miss handed us our boxes, still feeling stiff and drained from yesterday. It took me a minute to register what was inside, and even after picking up the small digital camera with remote, and a little tripod, Miss had to prompt me to go back for the note in the bottom:

>At least one full nude outdoors  

>Peeing in a public place (video)  

>Top lifted in a supermarket  

>Bare pussy beside a road  

>Fingering pussy bent over a car bonnet  

>Climax in a changing room (video)  

>Flashing on a bridge

“You’re going on a scavenger hunt today, pets, won’t that be fun! And after dinner we can sit down and enjoy your exploits together. You clothes are still in the bags by the door, so after breakfast you can get going. Oh, and those lists are just a minimum; I expect you to use your imaginations too. If I don’t think you’ve tried hard enough there will be trouble.”

The only real concern I had from the list was the one over a car bonnet; that was bound to be really risky.

Throughout breakfast she kept making us pause and pose so she could take pictures. Masturbating on the table, face between her thighs, bent over in a low cupboard. My mind was more focussed on the rest of the day; how to get the pictures on the list, and what others to add to it, but I was still thoroughly wet by the time we were done.

It was quickly apparent that one thing was missing from our bags by the door – our underwear. Neither of us were particularly surprised, and pulled on our other clothes. As a final act before we left Miss removed the boy’s cage, gave us each some cash for lunch, made sure we had out cameras and lists, kissed my head, and showed us out.

Other than the garden I hadn’t been outside in almost two weeks, and it felt odd to be away from Miss and her house so suddenly. I was also regretting wearing trousers when first coming to visit, since that was going to make things much more awkward than if I had chosen a skirt. Of course I couldn’t have known, but I still wished I had chosen differently.

The boy and I chatted a little as we walked down the road towards the main part of town. He seemed nice enough, as naive as I had already gathered, but clearly enjoying the experience just like I am. We compared lists, finding them to be almost identical, but soon ran out of anything else to say. Fairly soon we parted; feeling the need to pee I decided to get some of the list done while in the quieter suburbs and headed in the direction of a park. 

Have you ever tried to pee while nervous, looking around, and trying to force it? If not then 1. you should try it, and 2. it is not easy. I was expecting it to be much like it had been in Miss’ garden; I set up the camera on it’s tripod in the shelter of some bushes, realised I’d have to remove my trousers completely, then squatted down and just couldn’t. I had to stop the camera, get myself relaxed and almost literally about to go, then quickly start it again and squat. I felt so relieved that I had managed, but at the same time emboldened in my tasks. I quickly started the camera again and started rubbing my clit, gasping as I held back much louder moans. My climax came on me almost by surprise – much faster than I had expected, and I had to lean back and steady myself with my free arm as I jerked and my pussy clenched for the camera.

As I wiped up a little with tissue I managed to sneak from Miss’s house, I wondered if here could work for the full body nude too; but decided that Miss might take exception to the lack of variety and got dressed again. Continuing roughly towards town, I was constantly keeping my eye out for a quiet corner with a car whose bonnet I could utilise. I felt like once I had that out of the way, and perhaps the one beside a road, then I was set for the rest quite easily. I started debating what classed as a road, thinking that a back alley would be much easier. Fortunately I came across a dead end, and with a brick wall in front of me bared my crotch and breasts for good measure. But the debate about what counted gave me an idea for later, and I skipped the car bonnet for now and headed back towards town.

Even just going without panties out here amongst people felt very naughty and exciting, though it was also fairly cold. I started by getting myself a coffee, setting the camera up opposite me on the table and taking a snap with my shirt pulled down under one breast as I drank my coffee. Again I kicked myself for having trousers on, thinking that an upskirt right now would have been perfect. With my body warmed up a little I decided it was time to put my plan into action, and I hurried to a nearby toy shop for ‘supplies’. 

I unboxed the thing as I walked, dumping the packaging into bins as I passed, then slinked into the public toilets. I was lucky to have found one so big for just £5, and I would be sacrificing some of my lunch for it; but it was worth it. I set the camera up hung from the cubicle door, pulled down my trousers, and placed the toy car on the closed toilet seat. Starting the video I bent over the bonnet and began to finger myself. I only intended a few seconds, but the excitement and stimulation got the better of me, and I just couldn’t help but bring myself to another powerful orgasm; barely managing to stifle my noises in case of anyone else being around.

Of course I knew that was never going to fly as my actual list item; but assuming that Miss would go through the camera in order, it was subversive enough to give me a giggle, and I hoped her too. I dropped the car off at a nearby charity shop, cleaned of course, and began scouting for a supermarket. I needed somewhere big, where there would be too many aisles to have people in all of them at once, the shelves would be high enough to hide me, and enough of them that nobody could be looking at all the cameras at the same time. If they saw me when reviewing footage later then fine; but I didn’t want to be actually caught in the act.

It was approaching lunch time when I found one sizeable enough for my liking and I hurried towards the farthest end, hoping it would be quietest there. I found a quiet stretch beside the cereals, and quickly set up the camera on one of the shelves. I stepped back from it, looking up and down the aisle, pulled up my top and pressed the shutter button. The moment between pressing and the beep for photo taken felt like an eternity, and just as I was pulling down my top, a man stepped around the corner. I could feel my face bright red as I quickly grabbed the camera and marched past him, unable to make eye contact. I have no idea how much he saw or guessed, but fuck was it an adrenaline rush.

Now I know exactly what you’re thinking; why didn’t I stay and see what he had to say or offer; and you’re right that Miss would certainly have been extremely impressed if I got a picture or video of me blowing a complete stranger in this challenge. But what you’re forgetting is that until 12 days ago, I had hardly done anything like any of this before at all. Perhaps January 1st Hannah will act differently; but Advent Hannah isn’t quite that brazen just yet. 

I grabbed lunch as I left and looked back at the list for what was left. The full nude outdoors was still bothering me on there, but the changing room would be easy after what I’d done so far. I slipped into a clothing store, grabbed a random item off the shelves, and headed to the back. One issue was immediately clear; Christmas shopping means that the place was busy, and that meant people constantly coming and going past the curtains, checking underneath for occupancy, and the attendant girl checking on people who took too long. Shit! But it would be the same anywhere, and I was here now. I waited in the queue, my heart absolutely thumping, until it was my turn and I got directed through to a booth. Knowing I had to hurry, I set up the camera on the little seat, leaned back against the wall, and slid my hand down my trousers. The list said nothing about needing to be nude, so I just began to rub furiously.

My climax almost made me fall down as it hit so strong, my legs turned to jelly, and it was only throwing my hand out against the mirrored wall that kept me upright. Evidently someone hear the thump and called out, “are you OK?”.

“F…fine” I managed, almost normally, staggering into the corner and stopping the camera. I jammed it back into my pocket, but had to stand and pant for a few moments before I felt composed enough to leave.

Two, well three, to go, and the afternoon was already well underway. This task was harder than I had expected, and I was conscious of the limited number of extra pictures I had taken. But it was what it was, and I still had no idea where I would find a bridge, or a quiet enough car bonnet.

Fortunately the solution to the latter occurred to me a short while later, and I scoured the street signs for directions to any sort of car park. Better still what I found was a multi-storey attached to a shopping centre, and rushed inside and straight to the top. Nobody parks in these spots if they can help it, so most of the cars tend to be people who work nearby and want to avoid the accident-prone comings and goings of the shoppers. I had to wait, probably quite suspiciously, for one group of people to leave, but as soon as they did I moved to the furthest corner and set up the camera. Confident I would be able to hear any cars coming, I dropped my trousers, bent over the bonnet, and rubbed my fingers in my drenched lips. I knew I couldn’t take long, but I made sure to get three or four each a few seconds apart before pulling myself together and racing back out of there again.

Last thing I needed to find was a bridge. There are two in the centre, but both are very main routes and no way could I get away with it there. I had to try and find something else. I also needed to come up with a public place which wouldn’t be too risky to get totally naked, and as I was wandering trying to think, a sign caught my eye. The library, perfect!

Upstairs, amongst the non-fiction books where people only go when they need to, I found the place almost deserted. Once I was sure that there was nobody within three aisles of me I quickly stripped down, even removing my socks for completeness, and got a front and back picture for good measure. I actually took some time to pose this time, really getting a thrill from the excitement of it. 

One more to go, but I also needed to make my way back to Miss’ house in time for dinner too. I just had to start heading that way and hope to see some sort of foot bridge or something along the way, though I wasn’t feeling hopeful as nothing had stood out on my way there. As I walked I continued to snap the odd picture of me with a breast hanging out, or fingering myself up against a secluded wall: and then I spotted it.

Just across the road I saw a children’s playground, and one of the pieces of apparatus was a rope bridge. It was going to be so risky, but I was desperate and I rushed over. It was getting dark, and so the place seemed deserted, but someone could appear at any time from almost any direction. My heart absolutely pounding I setup the camera, looking around the whole time as I climbed onto the wooden steps, lifting my top, snapping the picture, and then falling over myself in my rush to get off again. Just another bruise added to my collection from yesterday, but well worth it to get that final picture.

After dinner Miss made herself comfortable on the sofa, the pair of us kneeling either side of her legs, and put the memory card from the boy’s camera into her laptop, casting it to the TV. Most of his were basically similar to mine, but I watched in amazement at his climax in the changing room as he cupped his hand to catch it, then hesitated before blushing bright red and bending down to lap it up. Miss stroked his head and praised him for being such a good boy, making him blush again.

The turn of my pictures came, and my insides tightened in excitement and nerves, I hoped Miss approved of my efforts. I blushed when I remembered that I had started with peeing in the park first, and Miss expressed surprise and admiration for my boldness, and even more so when she saw the next video continuing straight on with my climax in the park. I did feel a little admonished though, when she expressed a little teasing concern if I had been “too greedy” with my climaxes today. I was relieved to see that my dead end street photo came out just as I’d hoped, without any way to tell it was a dead end; I just hoped Miss didn’t know, but she said nothing.

Oh god, the toy car was next, and I found I was holding my breath waiting for Miss’ reaction. “Hannah I’m disappointed,  being a smart ass is not what this task was about, stand up!”. She paused the slideshow, and my stomach dropped I didn’t dare talk back, despite knowing I could explain myself, so I stood up and let her bend me over her knee. “Count them out loud and thank me for each one” she said sternly before her palm came down on my bruised ass. 

“One! Thank you, Miss. Two! Thank you, Miss. Three! Thank you, Miss. Four! Thank you, Miss. Five! Thank you, Miss”and she stopped, letting me kneel back down with tears in my eyes. I had a huge shock next, though, as my picture in the aisle of the supermarket clearly showed the man standing there watching me in wide-eyed surprise. I felt absolutely mortified and couldn’t believe I had been so careless. Miss, however, found the whole thing hilarious, but petted my head lovingly as she giggled.

Miss also seemed suitably impressed by my changing room antics, but the voice of the attendant asking if I was OK sent her into another fit of laughter, this time with us both joining in.

Finally my proper bonnet picture came up, and Miss was clearly upset at having acted so quickly on the first. Though she didn’t apologise (after all, I had been a smart ass), she petted my hair even more closely. 

Showtime over, we both turned to her. “Well I had planned to hold this as a sort of competition, but you’ve both done so well I think you both deserve a reward. So I’ll allow you both one more climax for today, while putting on a show for me.” Under her direction we pleasured ourselves and each other, culminating in us both finishing in a 69 position. Honestly, swallowing his cum while my own climax hit felt like almost the best prize I could have, other than pleasuring Miss, of course.

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