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.