Disclaimer: Partially written in a coffee shop, with my nipples tied up, a vibrator in my pussy and a plug up my ass. Please forgive any typos. :)
Having a week off is always fun. But this week off was going to be extra fun, Sir was going to make sure of that. We had implemented a new brand that I was to wear at all times, Sir’s owned slut written above my cunt. How was I going to keep it hidden during the trip while keeping it on my body was a bit of a mystery. But my task was to re-apply whenever it faded and so I moved it to keep it hidden throughout the week.
I left my place on Saturday, spending most of the day traveling to visit family, . I would be spending 2 days with my family then spending a few days in Toronto with a friend before heading home.
Before leaving Sir ordered me to pack a remote control vibrator and a butt plug. I would be using these on the last leg of my trip which I would be doing solo. A perfect opportunity to to practice being a public slut, in a city where no one knew who I was.
As a warm up for those naughty days, Sir set out a simple task for the Sunday: Edge 10 times. Normally this would not have been an issue, as I enjoy edging and teasing myself. But I would be spending the day with family. Discretion was becoming an issue as my horniness grew. I snuck away whenever I could, drinking extra water to have an excuse to go to the bathroom more often. But despite my efforts I was only able to sneak in 5 good edges. There was nothing I could do, Sir would punish me. I knew this and had accepted it as I fell asleep.
I woke up Sunday to the punishment: before I would be allowed to cum again, I had to complete a total of 50 edges and/or half naked pictures. Many drawn from a challenge list Sir had written out *100 ways to show off for Sir,* including a series of places and actions to do in public.
tart right away taking pictures in the elevator as I go out to buy breakfast, taking another on my way back up and again as I head to the airport to leave for Toronto, growing a little more confident with each ride.
First time pulling up my shirt to show my breasts
Second time pulling my pants down slightly
Third time pulling my pants down lower, touching my clit quickly
On the forth ride, I am not alone and meet up with my friend shortly thereafter, slowing down my chances to show off. But that doesn’t stop me from trying. I go to the bathroom at the airport and walk into a stall. I immediately pull down my pants and start teasing myself. My hand covering my mouth to muffles my heavy breathing and any moans that may try to escape.
On the plane, I show Sir my brand; I am so proud to be his owned slut.
As we arrive at the hotel, my friend goes to the bathroom, I use the opportunity to send another picture to Sir, of myself sitting topless on the bed. As I head to the bathroom myself, I edge as quietly as I can, stopping when I am feel I can no longer hold back the screams. Thanking Sir for not letting me cum. This is how the day proceeded, teasing myself or taking risky pictures when my friend left the room. She knew I was a slut, but did not agree with it, and she didn’t know I was a public slut. I managed to sneak in a total of 10 pictures and edges on the first day leaving me 40 to do. At this rate, I would not be done before the weekend.
Monday started the same way, continuing to tease myself and take riskier and riskier pictures.
In the hotel elevator and hallway, at the corner of the street as I ran out for coffee. Being a busier day of tourism, I had less opportunities to touch myself. Really only able when either I or my friend went to the bathroom. In total, I snuck in 5 on Monday, less than I wanted, but the opportunities were rarer. Tuesday would be better and it was.
Using my free time, I used Tuesday to go shopping, the weather was beautiful and I enjoyed walking around and exploring the neighbourhood we were staying in. This exploration gave me more opportunities. I found a quiet bathroom and pulled my dress up to show Sir my breasts. Once in the stall with the door open, once in front of the sink. Later lifting my skirt up on a park bench, showing off my wet panties and brand in the park, people walking by, trying to ignore them. It was easy, I knew Sir would enjoy seeing me like this and pleasing Sir is my main purpose. By the end of the day on Tuesday, I had accumulated 17 pictures and 8 edges, for a total of 25, half way done over 3 days. I had not expected to complete the other 25 the next day, but Sir had another idea.
Because of our schedules, I stayed an extra day in Toronto after my friend had left. I would spend the day, enjoying the city as a public slut. On my walk to get coffee, Sir kept asking for pictures.
-Show me your brand!
-Show me your tits!
-Again!
-One more!
The first image I put my phone down my pants and used the flash to capture my brand. The next one I pulled down the corner of my pants to show it off, on a busy street corner where people were sitting. Then my shirt pulled down to show one breast at a crosswalk. My pussy as I cut through an alley. And a nice edge back in my hotel room to bring my total to 30.
Thanking Sir for not letting me cum
I lay on my bed, my legs spread wide, the curtains open, my hand wandering between my legs, slowly teasing myself, enjoying the quiet. Thanking Sir every time I stop for not letting me cum. My pussy dripping wet, I can’t help but fuck myself with my fingers. I am so wet and warm, I would love to be able to cum, but I still have 20 edges or pictures to take. I decide to use this quiet moment, relentlessly teasing myself, bringing myself so close to the edge another 5 times sucking my fingers clean between each tease, loving the taste of my juices, wishing I could come.
According to Sir, laying in bed with the curtains open was not enough, and so he ordered me to stand in front of the window, completely naked, touching my clit and my nipples as I watched people walking down the street a few stories below. Knowing that anyone who looks up will see me and that people will hear me if I moan. I remain here 30 minutes, slowly edging myself, my body on display for anyone to see. Edging myself 5 times for Sir, my fingers all wet, my juices dripping onto the window sill, each time thanking Sir for not letting me cum when all I wanted was to cum. I really really really wanted to cum! But if I failed at a punishment, I knew I would pay for it. It wouldn’t be 50, it would be 500 tasks. Oh my god, there is no way I would survive. Even these last few days of not cuming have been difficult, and I have not edged a lot, but showing off and flashing now really turns me on and I am growing braver and braver.
I had now completed 35/50. The last 10 would mostly be pictures, because being a public slut I needed to show off more than just in my window. Sir wanted me to show myself in broad daylight downtown and I was so horny I was willing to do anything to be allowed to cum. I had cum outside before, but this would be different, I would be in the crowded streets of downtown at end of day rush hour. It was not a question of if someone would see me, it was a matter of time. I knew that before the day was done, the people of this city would know me as a slut.
So, I edged and teased myself another 5 times, slowly, making sure I felt the frustration growing inside which each one. my body getting tense with arousal. Laying on the bed, in front of the open window, my moans drifting into the street below, my eyes occasionally checking the windows above. Was anyone watching? The walls in this hotel were thin, which brought about the question: who was listening?
Sir chose the clothes I would wear, a pair of leggings and a tunic, cut open high at the front, showing off any wetness. I was allowed a bra, but not panties. The bra turned out to be quite useful to hold the control of the remote-controlled vibrator I had in my pussy which went well with the plug in my ass.
To complete my look, 2 new body writings, “Sir’s property” on my tits and “Horny fuckpig” above my cunt. I smiled as I wrote the words on my body. I loved being owned and used by Sir. I loved how he was turning me into a public slut, a horny mess, a dirty fuckpig. And so I went out into this strange city, the vibrator buzzing in my pussy, my ass stuffed, a smile across my face.
I searched around constantly for places to expose myself for Sir, but before I could find someplace, I felt the need to cum, but I had not earned that right Sir. So as I walked through a city park, I filmed myself thanking Sir for not letting me cum, the pain and frustration visible on my face. At the stop light, I turn to the wall and quickly pull down my lettings and take a picture, showing my body writing and brand. Next intersection, some construction and I pull down my shirt, flashing my left breast and taking a picture. At least one person saw me do this. ?
Flashing was no longer enough for Sir, he wanted to see more from his public slut. He wanted me to touch myself, under my pants, in public. I debated my options… I was in a city I didn’t know and it was busy and crowded everywhere. I would need to find somewhere quiet or find a way to be discreet about it. Let me tell you that being discreet is becoming more and more difficult as the need to cum and my horniness grew.
Sir in his great generosity decided that my nipples needed some attention and sent me on an errand. Buy rubber bands or a ribbon and tie up your nipples under your shirt. I desperately tried to find an opportunity to touch myself or flash Sir in the store, but no luck. There was always someone around every corner. I bought the rubber bands and headed to the bathroom to attached them to my nipples, causing my nipples to get red and sore. Hurting a little every time I move my arms across my chest, but not visible under the bra. I can feel my nipple pressing against my bra as it swells slowly, hurting more and more as time goes on.
I still hadn’t found a way to touch myself discreetly…Maybe I could hide in the crowd, it was really my only option; until I saw the coffee shop. This would be my play space for the next few hours as I write out this very story. But first, a quick reach into my pants, just touching my clit is enough to make me want to scream, Thank you Sir for not letting me cum I whisper into my phone hoping the noise of the coffee covered my words for the people sitting beside me. I pull out my hand, but it makes little difference the vibrator is making me so wet as I try to remain calm. Using my laptop I begin writing out the details of all the naughty things I’ve done since leaving my house. Making myself even more worked up. Moving my hips back and forth to push the plug in or move the vibrator around. Wanting to find a way to cum without using my hand.
Writing this is doing the trick, my breathing is heavier and the urge to cum is overwhelming, but I still have 2 pictures/edges to do before I am allowed to cum. There are too many people to safely take pictures, but I need to cum, I force myself to edge another 2 times. Sitting in the coffee shop, forgetting the world and the possible shame, all I care about is pleasing Sir and getting off, in that order.
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum finally becomes Thank you Sir for letting me cum” my face showing the pleasure running through my body. Trying to play it cool but simultaneously enjoying the naughtiness of the moment, knowing I was probably being watched or seen by a few people, hoping they would get turned on and join me. Imagine a whole coffee shop of people getting off….Wouldn’t that be an amazing way to end the work day?
For being such a good public slut, Sir allowed me to cum 10 times. The first was in the coffee shop, the second on the way home. There was no way I was staying in a coffee shop, if I could go back to my hotel room and fuck myself silly, in front of the open window of course.
I kept showing off to Sir on my way home. Enjoying the thrill of being a public slut, my boldness growing with my horniness. I untied my tunic in the elevator, anyone getting on would see me and my bra, but it didn’t matter the idea even made me wetter. As soon as I entered my room, removed my clothes, walking over to the window before I begin fucking myself. The moans escaped my lips as my fingers moved in and out faster and faster, my moans becoming groans as I cum on the windowsill. My body on display for the pedestrians and drivers alike, I could even see people working, which meant they could see me: nipples twisted up in elastic, writing on my tits and cunt, my ass plugged, as I came.
After completing my 10 orgasms like this, I proceeded to clean myself and my toys off. First sucking my toys clean with my mouth before showering. I had plans to attend a show with friends that night and I would need to be at least partially composed. The evening went on quietly, I sent a few more pictures, crossing off a few tasks on my showing off list, and going to bed.
But today has been different, today I am travelling home, on the bus, writing about how much of a dirty slut I was, my plug in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy. These had to stay in for the entire ride, and now, almost half way into my travels home all I can think about is cuming, having orgasm after orgasm on the bus, there is no one around and I have become so good at hiding it. Should I chance it?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9nv179/submissive_adventures_part_5_slut_goes_on_a
Very hot. I was right there on the streets of Toronto with you hot woman.