I have always been a good girl, I follow the rules and behave, I dress very conservatively, but behind closed door things are different… I go wild, I still want to be a good girl but in a very different sense. I love BDSM and getting my limits pushed both mentally and physically. Being tied up for extended periods, being spanked or spanking myself, being forced to orgasm or worse forced to deny myself.
Lately Sir has added a new dimension to my torture, being a slut outside the safety of my apartment. We started slowly with the balcony, hidden so no one could see me but where I could be heard, running errands while wearing a butt plug. This had almost become routine, so routine that whenever I took the bus without being stuffed it felt odd. Sir had turned me from a lady to a freak in the street. He knew so well how to manipulate me, to tease me and reward me, he played with me like his fucktoy and I loved every moment of it. So much so that I began taking greater risks exposing myself a little more, but it was hard for me to cum in public. But that all changed yesterday.
Like every morning, I checked my phone and saw my task for the day. I had to wear my butt plug and vibrator for 1 hour outside the house. Oh and the vibrator had to be on high the entire time. The only good thing was that I was allowed to cum, but only in public, I was not allowed to cum inside my apartment.
This was going to be a fun day. I made sure to write down exactly what I needed clearly, and found the longest bus route to get to and from. I was hoping the sound of the bus would help cover the sound of the vibrator.
As I prepared to run my errands, I slid a small black plug in and slid my remote control bullet into my cunt. I taped everything into place, including the remote on my hip, and left for the bus.
Walking to the bus with my ass full and the vibrator on was great, the streets were relatively quiet and I could enjoy without worrying about getting caught. But the bus was a entirely different story, it was packed, the only empty seat was at the very back. Sitting right on the motor. The heat and vibrations felt amazing, adding to the vibrator, not to mention the bumps in the road. I couldn’t help but smile, working extra hard to control my breathing. Hoping no one hears the low buzz coming from my groin or the smell of my juices.
My pants are already wet, as a slow low orgasms builds within me. There is no way that I am going to be able to resist cumming. My only hope is to be as discreet as possible. Making my face as stoic as possible, I squeeze and feel an orgasm ripple through my body. It feels so amazing, being so naughty in front of all these people. I look around and notice a few people looking at me a little strangely. Did they notice? Do they know I am being such a slut?
Thank you Sir for letting me cum.
I am sending Sir constant updates, and he keeps urging me to cum. The urge is too much and I cum again. Thank you Sir for letting me cum. My breath is noticeably faster, I work hard to remain as calm as possible. What am I doing? Someone is sure to catch me?
The very thought threatens to send me over the edge. Oh Fuck! They call my stop… I relax a little, turning the vibrator off as soon as I exit the bus. I can feel my pants wet between my legs and am happy I chose a long shirt to wear on top. And so still stuffed I ran my errands, trying my hardest to focus on the task at hand, repeatedly having to stop myself from touching myself. If only I could find a quiet corner, but there was no luck. It was too busy. I decide to hurry home so I can cum in the peace and quiet, but Sir had other ideas.
As I boarded the bus home, Sir issued another task. To touch myself, and make myself cum, because tonight I was not allowed to cum in my apartment. I had to cum outside, in the hallway, in the stairwell or the elevator, but not within the safety of my apartment. It had to be where someone could catch me.
And so I sat on the bus, hiding as best I could from the other passengers, as I rubbed myself through my pants, now completely soaked through. Oh fuck, here I go again.
Thank you Sir for letting me cum.
Only a few more stops and I will be home. Thank god, I am having issues not grinding into the seat. The vibrations of the bus on the plug feels amazing. Sir calling me his out of control public slut, urging me to cum more, to touch myself more.
Thank you Sir for letting me cum.
The vibrator stays on, as I walk home, my breath is raspy, my face showing the agony and ecstasy I am experiencing. My words coming out in a whisper, moaning in between. There is nothing that can stop me from cuming, my body begging to be touched and release.
Finally I get a good opportunity, as I walk to my building, I duck between 2 cars, using my bag to shield myself and pull down my pants. I barely need to touch my clit that I begin to cum. I thank Sir quietly under my breath, sending him the same message.
I get back to my apartment. Hoping the torture will be over, I ask Sir if I can remove the vibrator, expecting a yes. But he wasn’t done with me:
Not yet Slut. Leave it in until the batteries die. But you can only cum outside your apartment.
This puts me in quite a conundrum. Either I go outside and risk getting caught or stay inside and not cum. I know eventually my horniness will outweigh my shame, Sir knows this too. He is counting on it. To accelerate the process Sir adds a few other rules.
1. I can only consume material of a sexual nature, aka porn
2. For the rest of the night, everything I do will be a service for him
3. Every action is done in the intention of being Sir’s owned slut.
To remind me of my intention, Sir has me write “Sir’s owned slut” on my inner thigh. This mark will be permanent, a sign of my ownership to Sir, to be reapplied every day after I shower. And so I went about my evening, the vibrator whirring away, juices flowing down my legs, my ass nicely plugged, the only sound being moans from the girls being fucked on the television. My every thought and molecule feeling sexually charged. Ready to cum, wanting to desperately…
Finally the time came, when I could no longer resist. It was either staying inside and getting punished or going outside to cum. My urge to be a good girl was stronger than my dignity. I grabbed a long coat, throwing it on and going outside. My hand in my pant pocket touching my clit. I don’t make it down the stair that I have already cum. But I want to cum more, I head out to find a quiet area, hidden away from view. I pull my pants down, placing my fingers on my clit. The cold wind, making me shiver, but soothing my sensitive cunt.
I close my eyes enjoying the moment…on the very verge, so close a moan escapes my lips…
When I hear voices… the thought I might get caught makes me cum. There and then, crouched behind a car as people walked by. Using my hand to muffle my screams.
The voices retreat as I regain my composure. The vibrator still buzzing deep inside. I return to my apartment. How much longer can this battery last? At least with those last 2 orgasms I am able to concentrate a little more, I spend the rest of the time beautifying myself, doing my nails, shaving myself, making myself as attractive as possible, hoping Sir will use me and allow me to cum. But the rule remains in place and I can cum, just not in my apartment, and so the evening goes on, begging Sir to let me cum, until finally the vibrator dies and I fall asleep horny and needy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9mthrp/submissive_adventures_part_4_becoming_a_public
I fucking love when my Master gives tasks like this… thanks for writing about it and letting me indulge in your activities!