You specialise in discrete public punishment using the contradictions of my fear of exposure and my exhibitionism. I’ve never had anyone work on me the way you do.
I’m sure you have other submissives who you torment the same way you do me. In fact I like to think about that. I wonder who they are, what you make them do.
They are probably younger and prettier than me but I’m sure they are not so responsive not so perfectly suited to your particular methods.
The dildoes are heavily lubricated then held in place with elastic straps around my thighs. The straps flex so with each movement the thick shafts jostle in and out, agitating and teasing until I drip and my stocking tops are left soaked. I am scared others might smell my need or see the damp marks through my dark wool skirt.
My skirt covers it all in public but when you order the use of the larger dildoes or shorter skirt I am unable to sit and must be careful when I bend for fear of exposing myself. Those days are exhausting.
Like all of your devices I have to make the dildoes and straps myself. Lengths of smoothly polished and varnished broom handle cut and notched to your specifications. I am naked when I assemble the devices, part of the humiliation. When I go to the store to purchase the supplies you make me do so bare under my coat.
You make me edge frequently. The rules are simple. I must be naked in a public bathroom stall. The door must be unlocked although I am permitted to hold it shut with my foot.
Sometimes you have me edge until I am close to tears of desperation and my hands are wet with my fluids. You make me tour all the public bathrooms. A day walking around the city from one to the other undressing then edging in each until I am ready to beg.
Orgasms are usually given in public. If I am lucky it is the bathroom stall. I am permitted to come when the neighbouring stalls are occupied or if the restroom is empty and I let the door swing wide open.
Other times I must sit on a park bench squeezing my thighs together or pressing my bag into my lap until I shudder with relief and humiliation.
Or late at night you have me rub my straining body against the cold metal of a streetlight wrapping my thighs around the post and humping with sweaty intensity hoping no one will pass by.
My one consolation is that the edging ensures I come quickly although my nervousness at exposure can lead to a ruin that makes me want to scream in frustration.
I cannot easily remember the last time I was allowed to do something so simple as masturbate in my apartment.
Breast bondage and nipple torture are effective on me as you know. I may be older but my breasts are larger and more sensitive than your other slaves or so I imagine.
You have me bind my breasts cruelly or apply binder clips or clothes pins to my thick nipples. This torment is then hidden beneath plastic domes cut from soda bottles. The plastic covers are worn over my breasts under my bra or just taped in place when no bra is allowed. They conceal the outline of the clamps, shoe laces, rubber bands and rope so I can go out in public with my chest in restraints and no one but you will know.
Your instructions come by text or message. Detailed. Locations, times, instructions and methods. Sometimes just a list of supplies and you give me a few days to imagine what they might be used for before revealing your plan.
My thin fingers shake with nervous excitement as I receive new guidance.
I have written this, done as you instructed may I put my clothes back on now?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x7tz59/discrete_public_punishment_bdsmfemsubsolokinky