I continue about My work for the next several hours, watching you dance, seeing you smile and flirt your way around the room, but always catching you looking in My direction, whenever you can, stealing a glance. You move wonderfully, sometimes floating, sometimes grinding depending on the song. I know that every move encourages more juices, more of your cum to flow from you and coat your thighs. I know that when you twirl and your dress flies up a little, people can almost see you naked ass and cunt, and I know that the air flowing over your wet thighs sends a delicious chill through you. Remembering what happened earlier in the cloakroom, how you gave yourself to Me.
I motion for you excuse yourself, and you do. Making up a better excuse this time, as you need to be gone for longer. I don’t care what you tell people, just make sure we will not be interrupted. I pass you a note as you make your way back to the table. You wait until you get back to your seat and open it cautiously, your heart thudding in your chest, surely people must be able to hear it, to see it pounding in your chest.
Go to the garden now, behind the rose arbor there is a quiet area, a secret garden almost. Go there, kneel down in the grass, and pull your dress up around your waist exposing yourself. Part your knees a little so that your cunt and ass are accessible. Drop the straps off your shoulders so that just your tits are holding it up. Close your eyes and do not move or open them, no matter what you hear. DO IT NOW SLUT!
I see you looking around to see if you can see Me. I can see you, but where I am is hidden to you. I see you look again at the piece of paper in front of you. All sorts of thoughts flooding your mind, it is a secret garden, but how secret, what if someone else should come by, what if someone should see me and/or follow me, I cannot be caught, but I so want to obey My Owner. I can almost hear the internal battle in your mind between decorum, risk and lust. As I knew it would, lust wins out, and with one final glance around you surreptitiously make your way out to the garden, taking a circuitous route to avoid friends and family.
Pausing to remove your shoes before the heels sink into the grass, I gaze upon your incredible beauty silhouetted against the night sky, the moon shining brightly. Knowing that very soon, you will be My slut, doing My bidding and loving every minute of it. You find your way to the secret spot as directed and I follow closely behind, protecting you from discovery, ensuring you are not followed, not discovered, as you surely knew I would. Watching your delicious ass sway as you move through the quiet night.
Finding a place in the area directed, you stop for a minute to smell the night jasmine in the air, before quickly kneeling down and doing as directed. Your straps slipped off, kneeling down, knees parted, and dress raised to your waist. One last glance around and then you close your eyes to wait. You know I am there, watching, you can sense my presence, and are reassured by it. You can hear the sounds of the party in the distance, people walking in the garden, voices, murmurs and yes the occasional moan as someone else somewhere else in the garden partakes of some carnal pleasure.
That very sound, combined with the situation makes your cunt burn with desire, ache to be touched, physically dripping on the lawn. You can smell your arousal in the air, and I see your lips part slightly. Waiting, wanting, lusting, kneeling in the grass, wondering when, or even if I will come to you, again worrying what might happen if someone else comes along first..will they see this slut and take her? Use her body, her mouth, her cunt and her ass for their own pleasure. If they do will she dare open her eyes to see who it was or will she simply kneel there like the perfect slut and enjoy the moment…..
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