My Owner and I were pressed together, sweaty and hoarse from screaming.
No, it's not what you think. We were at an amazing concert. It lasted almost three hours and it was exhilarating. The crowd was rowdy and my Owner was working hard to protect me from getting stomped on. I'm barely 5'2", so I can get claustrophobic in crowds of tall people. But He put His arms around me and we were safe in the chaos together.
But not quite alone...
A few songs into the set, He started protecting this girl who was even shorter than me. I saw her in my peripheral vision at first and could see that she was cute. Black top, dark hair, sexy eyes. My Owner put out His arm to make sure she didn't get knocked over and she shot him a grateful smile. She stayed by us, dancing close. I saw her looking at me and at Him. Her hip and arm bumped mine as she danced close to me and she gave me little looks under her eyelashes.
I felt my breathing quicken every time she ground her hips against mine. None of us said anything - I was convinced for a while that I was imaging things, and so was my Owner - but after a while we could both feel the electric energy between the three of us. I cast around for something to say to her, something that would sound flirtatious when screamed over the loud music, but I didn't know what to say. How could I let her know that we thought she was cute and yes, we wanted her like she seemed to want us? It seemed like too complicated a concept to express.
So we just danced and looked at each other, little lingering looks that made me wet. My Owner snaked His arm around my waist and I kissed Him as she watched, wondering if she would like to kiss him too. It was pure fantasy, but I felt all the special possibilities opening up before me in that moment.
And I wonder where she is now.
Showing posts with label shyness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shyness. Show all posts
Rear Window
He led me into the back bedroom. I noticed immediately that all of the windows and shades were wide open. And that I was naked.
Anyone in the apartment building behind my building or in the adjacent parking lot would be able to see me from the bed. In the moonlight, my pale skin would glow in the darkness and every inch of me would be visible. Anyone would see what he would do to me.
"Can I close the shades?," I asked in my smallest voice. Even before he started smiling his devilish smile, I knew that the answer would be no.
"Go stand in front of the windows," he ordered. "Face the window," he clarified when I stood to the side with my back turned. "Now, touch your breasts."
I felt like such a fool as I stood there fondling my own breasts. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see if there was anyone watching me from below.
I heard him come up behind me. "Open your eyes, slut," he growled slowly. He put my palms down on the windowsill. "I want you to see everything. I want you to see whoever is watching me fuck you." He bent me at the waist and entered me from behind. He pulled back on my hair, snapping my head up so I had no choice but to look out.
He pulled out of me and turned me to him. He pinched my nipples as he stared down at me. I writhed before him and he pinched harder, twisting them until my knees buckled and I cried out.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock so everyone can see," he ordered. I sunk to my knees, self-conscious but so absorbed by him that I didn't quite care.
Anyone in the apartment building behind my building or in the adjacent parking lot would be able to see me from the bed. In the moonlight, my pale skin would glow in the darkness and every inch of me would be visible. Anyone would see what he would do to me.
"Can I close the shades?," I asked in my smallest voice. Even before he started smiling his devilish smile, I knew that the answer would be no.
"Go stand in front of the windows," he ordered. "Face the window," he clarified when I stood to the side with my back turned. "Now, touch your breasts."
I felt like such a fool as I stood there fondling my own breasts. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see if there was anyone watching me from below.
I heard him come up behind me. "Open your eyes, slut," he growled slowly. He put my palms down on the windowsill. "I want you to see everything. I want you to see whoever is watching me fuck you." He bent me at the waist and entered me from behind. He pulled back on my hair, snapping my head up so I had no choice but to look out.
He pulled out of me and turned me to him. He pinched my nipples as he stared down at me. I writhed before him and he pinched harder, twisting them until my knees buckled and I cried out.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock so everyone can see," he ordered. I sunk to my knees, self-conscious but so absorbed by him that I didn't quite care.
Daddy, Part II
He took me to the bathroom so that I could pee for him. He knows how very vulnerable, how small, that makes me feel. He loves that feeling of benign power and trust and honesty between us when I'm feeling small and calling him Daddy.
Our Daddy/little girl dynamic is so interesting to me. It was a longtime fantasy of mine, one that I was hesitant to share with him. But once I did, it fit perfectly into what we already were doing. He always made me feel like he was taking care of me, whether he was pampering me or cruelly hurting me. Now I find myself crying out for Daddy when he spanks me or when he beats me. Of course, there is the grownup, wanton lust part of our dynamic. But the surrender of power that leaves me little and shaking is wonderful too.
So anyway, he brought me out of the bathroom and laid me down on the bed next to him. He started touching me, touching himself. He was talking quietly to me, telling me that I was his good little girl for peeing for him while he stroked my hair. I rolled my hips slowly as he gently massaged my clit and dipped a finger into my pussy. I was biting the nail on the thumb of my right hand to keep from crying out. When he saw that, he moaned with longing. I knew what he was thinking before he even said it and I blushed with shame.
"My little girl," he cooed, "are you going to suck on that thumb?" I looked down. I wanted to, but it seemed too far over the line. We don't do true age-play - not the bath times or the coloring - and this was unexpected. But I did it anyway because, beyond all rational thought, it felt right.
He pulled me closer and looked down at me as I slowly started sucking the tip of my thumb. I turned over onto my stomach and bent my legs up at the knees as I sucked, feeling so little and very ashamed. His eyes raked over me and he stroked himself faster. He groaned and came all over my ass as I arched my back up to meet his come.
I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed. I was worried that he would judge me for doing that, but he just held me and kept me safe.
Our Daddy/little girl dynamic is so interesting to me. It was a longtime fantasy of mine, one that I was hesitant to share with him. But once I did, it fit perfectly into what we already were doing. He always made me feel like he was taking care of me, whether he was pampering me or cruelly hurting me. Now I find myself crying out for Daddy when he spanks me or when he beats me. Of course, there is the grownup, wanton lust part of our dynamic. But the surrender of power that leaves me little and shaking is wonderful too.
So anyway, he brought me out of the bathroom and laid me down on the bed next to him. He started touching me, touching himself. He was talking quietly to me, telling me that I was his good little girl for peeing for him while he stroked my hair. I rolled my hips slowly as he gently massaged my clit and dipped a finger into my pussy. I was biting the nail on the thumb of my right hand to keep from crying out. When he saw that, he moaned with longing. I knew what he was thinking before he even said it and I blushed with shame.
"My little girl," he cooed, "are you going to suck on that thumb?" I looked down. I wanted to, but it seemed too far over the line. We don't do true age-play - not the bath times or the coloring - and this was unexpected. But I did it anyway because, beyond all rational thought, it felt right.
He pulled me closer and looked down at me as I slowly started sucking the tip of my thumb. I turned over onto my stomach and bent my legs up at the knees as I sucked, feeling so little and very ashamed. His eyes raked over me and he stroked himself faster. He groaned and came all over my ass as I arched my back up to meet his come.
I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed. I was worried that he would judge me for doing that, but he just held me and kept me safe.
Wake Up
I woke up with His mouth on my clit. I stretched as he pushed my legs apart and brought me to orgasm with amazing rapidity. As my moans subsided, my alarm went off. I hit snooze and rolled over.
He curled up behind me and pressed his stiff cock against my back. He lifted up my nightgown and slid inside me from behind. We fucked slowly, sleepily. He moaned throatily in my ear as we moved together.
My alarm went off again, but he held me close, thrusting deep inside me. I told him that I would be late for work, but he ignored my protests. "Stay right where you are," he hissed in my ear. He fucked me for a few minutes more before letting me up to go shower.
I was toweling off after my shower when I saw his hand around the edge of the bathroom door. He had his camera phone in his hand.
"Open the towel, Kitten," he said softly. "Don't roll your eyes, little girl," he warned and he raised the camera. He snapped a few pictures of my naked body and then left the room, smiling at all of his early morning surprises and the shocked look on my face.
Later, I was the the bedroom getting dressed when I noticed that he was looking at the pictures and at my body. I knew what he was up to.
"Please, don't. I'll be late and I can't be late today," I pleaded but that may have spurred him on. He loves it when I beg.
He smirked and started touching himself. "You're not leaving until I come," he said. I finished getting ready while he continued to stroke his cock. "Come over here," he moaned. "Kneel down next to the bed." I knelt, making sure I didn't wrinkle my suit skirt.
He watched me kneeling there watching him and he stroked faster. I saw his orgasm build and then he came on the bed, right where I sleep. "Now, lick it up," he said when he stopped coming.
"What?," I asked, incredulous.
"Lick up my come and then you can go to work." I started lapping at the come pooled on the sheets. I was humiliated, but I was also in a hurry. Being a submissive on a schedule is quite a challenge sometimes, you know. "I won't mess up your makeup by rubbing your face in my come, not this time at least," he laughed as I grimaced.
When I was done, he patted my cheek. "Good girl," he said, "now have a good day at work."
He curled up behind me and pressed his stiff cock against my back. He lifted up my nightgown and slid inside me from behind. We fucked slowly, sleepily. He moaned throatily in my ear as we moved together.
My alarm went off again, but he held me close, thrusting deep inside me. I told him that I would be late for work, but he ignored my protests. "Stay right where you are," he hissed in my ear. He fucked me for a few minutes more before letting me up to go shower.
I was toweling off after my shower when I saw his hand around the edge of the bathroom door. He had his camera phone in his hand.
"Open the towel, Kitten," he said softly. "Don't roll your eyes, little girl," he warned and he raised the camera. He snapped a few pictures of my naked body and then left the room, smiling at all of his early morning surprises and the shocked look on my face.
Later, I was the the bedroom getting dressed when I noticed that he was looking at the pictures and at my body. I knew what he was up to.
"Please, don't. I'll be late and I can't be late today," I pleaded but that may have spurred him on. He loves it when I beg.
He smirked and started touching himself. "You're not leaving until I come," he said. I finished getting ready while he continued to stroke his cock. "Come over here," he moaned. "Kneel down next to the bed." I knelt, making sure I didn't wrinkle my suit skirt.
He watched me kneeling there watching him and he stroked faster. I saw his orgasm build and then he came on the bed, right where I sleep. "Now, lick it up," he said when he stopped coming.
"What?," I asked, incredulous.
"Lick up my come and then you can go to work." I started lapping at the come pooled on the sheets. I was humiliated, but I was also in a hurry. Being a submissive on a schedule is quite a challenge sometimes, you know. "I won't mess up your makeup by rubbing your face in my come, not this time at least," he laughed as I grimaced.
When I was done, he patted my cheek. "Good girl," he said, "now have a good day at work."
History
"Kitten, did you ever take a man home from a bar and fuck him?," he asked as we lay in bed.
"Um...maybe...," I trailed off, embarrassed. Why did he always want to know the sordid details of my past?
"Tell me about it," he prodded. "I want to know about all of the naughty things that you've done."
So I told him all about how I met a man at a bar while I was living in a foreign city for a summer internship. How we made out shamelessly in a dark corner of the bar, growing increasingly bold in our groping. How we went to a hotel because we were both staying with friends who didn't appreciate overnight guests. How I stood there with my eyes down, ashamed, as he paid for the room. How I only learned his last name when I caught a glimpse of it on his credit card. How I worried about how I looked like a prostitute, checking into a hotel with a strange man late at night with no luggage.
He loved the story. It made him hard and I ended up pinned underneath him. "You're such a bad girl, Kitten," he moaned with pleasure as he fucked me hard with my legs around his waist. "Are you a slut just for me now?"
"Yes," I whispered, ashamed at what I had done. It's funny, because at the time I thought my daring one-night-stand was an act of sexual liberation, true freedom after the demise of a stagnant relationship.
"Look at me," he ordered from over me. "You're my slut now, just for me. Only I know about what you've done and I love every second of it. Forget everything that happened before. Are you my slut now?" His eyes were kind, warm. He was fucking me so deeply. It felt amazing. I let go of the past.
"Yes," I sighed and held him. "Yes, I'm just for you now."
"Um...maybe...," I trailed off, embarrassed. Why did he always want to know the sordid details of my past?
"Tell me about it," he prodded. "I want to know about all of the naughty things that you've done."
So I told him all about how I met a man at a bar while I was living in a foreign city for a summer internship. How we made out shamelessly in a dark corner of the bar, growing increasingly bold in our groping. How we went to a hotel because we were both staying with friends who didn't appreciate overnight guests. How I stood there with my eyes down, ashamed, as he paid for the room. How I only learned his last name when I caught a glimpse of it on his credit card. How I worried about how I looked like a prostitute, checking into a hotel with a strange man late at night with no luggage.
He loved the story. It made him hard and I ended up pinned underneath him. "You're such a bad girl, Kitten," he moaned with pleasure as he fucked me hard with my legs around his waist. "Are you a slut just for me now?"
"Yes," I whispered, ashamed at what I had done. It's funny, because at the time I thought my daring one-night-stand was an act of sexual liberation, true freedom after the demise of a stagnant relationship.
"Look at me," he ordered from over me. "You're my slut now, just for me. Only I know about what you've done and I love every second of it. Forget everything that happened before. Are you my slut now?" His eyes were kind, warm. He was fucking me so deeply. It felt amazing. I let go of the past.
"Yes," I sighed and held him. "Yes, I'm just for you now."
Bathroom
He bent me over the back of the couch and slid his cock deep into my pussy. He pressed against me insistently, grinding his hips against my ass. After a few thrusts, I started to feel a nagging pressure in my stomach. I know that his cock is sometimes physically more than I can take, but I knew that wasn't the only issue. Really, the problem was that I had to pee.
(Deep breath. I cannot believe that I am writing about this.)
I asked him if I could have a minute to go to the bathroom and told him why.
"Do you want me to come in with you?," he asked in his most gentle voice.
"No," I said immediately, but he waited. I stood perfectly still for a minute, thinking. We had talked about this. I knew what he wanted me to do. I knew that he would get his way sooner or later. "I don't know," I mumbled after a minute.
"Okay, Kitten, come with me," he decided. Before I realized that he had made up my mind for me, he was gently leading me by my hair down the hallway. I paused at the door of the bathroom and he softly tapped my ass so that I would go in before him.
"Are you too shy to turn on the light?," he whispered to me in the dark bathroom. I nodded and looked up at him as he stroked my face and hair. I thought about backing out of the bathroom but then he smiled down at me. I sat down on the toilet instead. My face grew hot with shame immediately. I thought I knew humiliation before, but I was wrong. He put a few inches of his cock into my mouth. I started sucking on it slowly, focusing most of my attention on trying to pee.
I was very tense, and he reached down to massage my shoulder when he heard me take a deep breath. He slid his cock out of my mouth and knelt on the floor of the bathroom next to me. He put his arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I was whimpering that I really wanted to do this for him but that my body just wasn't cooperating. For a time, I sat very still with my head on his shoulder while he rubbed my back slowly, up and down. I never felt more like a little child, vulnerable and small, and he was never more gentle and patient with me.
I didn't understand why this was so hard for me. I felt like I had to pee and I wanted to do this for him so badly. But there was some psychological block that I just couldn't let down. I started worrying about all sorts of ridiculous things, like would going to the bathroom become strangely sexualized for me now? Would I lose the ability to control my bladder the way that I can no longer control my arousal when I'm around him? As I sat there, I felt like a child being potty trained, but I had already been potty trained as a child. Was this some sort of twisted sexual un-training? I started to breathe faster and become upset.
"I'm going to stand outside the door so you can relax, okay Kitten?"
"No, please, I can do it, please stay!," I pleaded. "Please don't leave, I know I can do it!"
"I'll be right outside the door, I won't be far, baby."
I cried softly to myself as I continued to sit there. I felt so alone and I wished that he was still holding me. I called out his name to make sure that he was still there. He was there, he was just waiting quietly. Finally, I was able to let go and pee a little bit. He came in a few seconds later and (again, I thought I knew humiliation until this moment) patted me dry with a few pieces of toilet paper.
He led me by the hand into the bedroom, where I laid in the crook of his arm with my head on his shoulder. I was bitterly disappointed in myself.
"Kitten, you are such a good girl. You were so good for me," he sighed.
"I wasn't good. I couldn't do it. I let you down."
"No, you didn't let me down," he said, cupping my chin in his hand so that he could look me right in the eye. "I'm so proud of how willing you were. That is so difficult and you'll learn. What I wanted to see is that you wanted to please me."
"I did. More than anything."
"Good, Kitten. I could tell. Plus, when I'm disappointed in you, you'll know it," he laughed devilishly before pulling me to his chest.
(Deep breath. I cannot believe that I am writing about this.)
I asked him if I could have a minute to go to the bathroom and told him why.
"Do you want me to come in with you?," he asked in his most gentle voice.
"No," I said immediately, but he waited. I stood perfectly still for a minute, thinking. We had talked about this. I knew what he wanted me to do. I knew that he would get his way sooner or later. "I don't know," I mumbled after a minute.
"Okay, Kitten, come with me," he decided. Before I realized that he had made up my mind for me, he was gently leading me by my hair down the hallway. I paused at the door of the bathroom and he softly tapped my ass so that I would go in before him.
"Are you too shy to turn on the light?," he whispered to me in the dark bathroom. I nodded and looked up at him as he stroked my face and hair. I thought about backing out of the bathroom but then he smiled down at me. I sat down on the toilet instead. My face grew hot with shame immediately. I thought I knew humiliation before, but I was wrong. He put a few inches of his cock into my mouth. I started sucking on it slowly, focusing most of my attention on trying to pee.
I was very tense, and he reached down to massage my shoulder when he heard me take a deep breath. He slid his cock out of my mouth and knelt on the floor of the bathroom next to me. He put his arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I was whimpering that I really wanted to do this for him but that my body just wasn't cooperating. For a time, I sat very still with my head on his shoulder while he rubbed my back slowly, up and down. I never felt more like a little child, vulnerable and small, and he was never more gentle and patient with me.
I didn't understand why this was so hard for me. I felt like I had to pee and I wanted to do this for him so badly. But there was some psychological block that I just couldn't let down. I started worrying about all sorts of ridiculous things, like would going to the bathroom become strangely sexualized for me now? Would I lose the ability to control my bladder the way that I can no longer control my arousal when I'm around him? As I sat there, I felt like a child being potty trained, but I had already been potty trained as a child. Was this some sort of twisted sexual un-training? I started to breathe faster and become upset.
"I'm going to stand outside the door so you can relax, okay Kitten?"
"No, please, I can do it, please stay!," I pleaded. "Please don't leave, I know I can do it!"
"I'll be right outside the door, I won't be far, baby."
I cried softly to myself as I continued to sit there. I felt so alone and I wished that he was still holding me. I called out his name to make sure that he was still there. He was there, he was just waiting quietly. Finally, I was able to let go and pee a little bit. He came in a few seconds later and (again, I thought I knew humiliation until this moment) patted me dry with a few pieces of toilet paper.
He led me by the hand into the bedroom, where I laid in the crook of his arm with my head on his shoulder. I was bitterly disappointed in myself.
"Kitten, you are such a good girl. You were so good for me," he sighed.
"I wasn't good. I couldn't do it. I let you down."
"No, you didn't let me down," he said, cupping my chin in his hand so that he could look me right in the eye. "I'm so proud of how willing you were. That is so difficult and you'll learn. What I wanted to see is that you wanted to please me."
"I did. More than anything."
"Good, Kitten. I could tell. Plus, when I'm disappointed in you, you'll know it," he laughed devilishly before pulling me to his chest.
Shy
I hate having sex while on my period. I'll take a quick fuck toward the end, but otherwise I'm too squeamish over the sight of my own blood. There's nothing worse than riding him with wild abandon, climaxing, and then looking down to discover that he is covered in blood. Horrifying.
He isn't uncomfortable with my period at all. He talks about it like it's the weather, all, "Oh, how is it today?" while I'd prefer to never mention it again. I can't even tell him that my period has started in a direct manner. With all of the guys out there who are disgusted by this particular function of women's bodies, I get the one who doesn't care. Unfortunately, I found out recently exactly how much he doesn't care.
He woke me up with his hands all over me. He was hard already and pressing against me. He slid down my body and started tugging my panties from my hips.
"No...I...," I stammered. I couldn't get the words out. Usually I'm a very well-spoken person, but his power over me steals all of my words.
"I know, Kitten. Now lift your hips," and he pulled my panties off of me. I kept me legs closed tightly together, but he just put his hand between my knees and pushed them apart. He was laying with his face about 12 inches from my pussy, getting that close-up view of me that he loves.
"Is this what you didn't want me to see? The string?," he said slowly in his most patronizing voice. Then he tugged softly on the string. I closed my eyes tightly and put my hands in front of my face. I was mortified. I nodded and whimpered.
"I see the string of your tampon. Does that make you nervous that I'm pulling on it like this?" I nodded some more, clutching my hands to my face in hopes of making this all go away.
"Touch your pussy for me, Kitten," he moaned as he bit into the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. I cried out in pain as he continued biting me. I reluctantly removed my right hand from my face and started slowly rubbing my clit.
"Look how wet your little pussy is. Are you embarassed? Does that make you wet?" I started moaning, partly from embarrassment and mostly from the pressure of my fingers on my clit. He started pulling on the string again, making me squirm and I turned my face away from him. "Look at that, you're getting even wetter. I can see your pussy dripping." I kept rubbing my clit until I came hard with shuddering gasps.
"I think you want to get fucked right now, don't you?" He was right. I did want him inside me, if only to stop him from torturing me with my tampon, but mostly because I needed to obey him. I didn't care if there was blood as long as he thought I was a good girl for him.
He told me to go take my tampon out and I was momentarily relieved when it seemed like he was going to let me go to the bathroom to do it. But I was flabbergasted when he followed me into the bathroom and held me by the hair, urging me to take it out while he was standing there. I closed my eyes and removed it, trying not to look at it or him. I was certain that I was about to melt into the floor from shame.
After I washed my hands, he brought me back over to be the bed and bent me forward at the waist. I tried to keep my hands flat on the bed as he fucked me from behind. He came hard inside me, pushing me down onto the bed underneath him.
"Are you my shy little girl?"
"Yes."
"I love that you're shy for me. And I love how wet it makes you."
I smiled underneath him, feeling his cum seeping out between my pussy lips.
He isn't uncomfortable with my period at all. He talks about it like it's the weather, all, "Oh, how is it today?" while I'd prefer to never mention it again. I can't even tell him that my period has started in a direct manner. With all of the guys out there who are disgusted by this particular function of women's bodies, I get the one who doesn't care. Unfortunately, I found out recently exactly how much he doesn't care.
He woke me up with his hands all over me. He was hard already and pressing against me. He slid down my body and started tugging my panties from my hips.
"No...I...," I stammered. I couldn't get the words out. Usually I'm a very well-spoken person, but his power over me steals all of my words.
"I know, Kitten. Now lift your hips," and he pulled my panties off of me. I kept me legs closed tightly together, but he just put his hand between my knees and pushed them apart. He was laying with his face about 12 inches from my pussy, getting that close-up view of me that he loves.
"Is this what you didn't want me to see? The string?," he said slowly in his most patronizing voice. Then he tugged softly on the string. I closed my eyes tightly and put my hands in front of my face. I was mortified. I nodded and whimpered.
"I see the string of your tampon. Does that make you nervous that I'm pulling on it like this?" I nodded some more, clutching my hands to my face in hopes of making this all go away.
"Touch your pussy for me, Kitten," he moaned as he bit into the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. I cried out in pain as he continued biting me. I reluctantly removed my right hand from my face and started slowly rubbing my clit.
"Look how wet your little pussy is. Are you embarassed? Does that make you wet?" I started moaning, partly from embarrassment and mostly from the pressure of my fingers on my clit. He started pulling on the string again, making me squirm and I turned my face away from him. "Look at that, you're getting even wetter. I can see your pussy dripping." I kept rubbing my clit until I came hard with shuddering gasps.
"I think you want to get fucked right now, don't you?" He was right. I did want him inside me, if only to stop him from torturing me with my tampon, but mostly because I needed to obey him. I didn't care if there was blood as long as he thought I was a good girl for him.
He told me to go take my tampon out and I was momentarily relieved when it seemed like he was going to let me go to the bathroom to do it. But I was flabbergasted when he followed me into the bathroom and held me by the hair, urging me to take it out while he was standing there. I closed my eyes and removed it, trying not to look at it or him. I was certain that I was about to melt into the floor from shame.
After I washed my hands, he brought me back over to be the bed and bent me forward at the waist. I tried to keep my hands flat on the bed as he fucked me from behind. He came hard inside me, pushing me down onto the bed underneath him.
"Are you my shy little girl?"
"Yes."
"I love that you're shy for me. And I love how wet it makes you."
I smiled underneath him, feeling his cum seeping out between my pussy lips.
Appearances
I often wonder if anyone tags me as a submissive on sight. I once read a news story on the substantial number of women with submissive proclivities, so I imagine there must be more than a handful of us walking around out in the world. But to pass me on the city street, you'd probably never guess. I look like any other 20-something professional woman. I'm a conservative dresser - I have to wear a suit to work and I dress like a college student in my free time. I never wear pleather in public. I'm not a sexpot or a vixen in my behavior; actually, I'm quite reserved and a little cold in my everyday interactions. I never wear red lipstick (again, in public). Would anyone guess that I'm a slut in private, that I love to be filled with his cock, used by him?
When I'm out with Him, we appear to be a regular couple. He is polite in public, respectful. He opens doors for me and never lets me carry my own shopping bags (which makes me swoon). He is gently protective, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me. It's obvious that we are in love as we are very affectionate, but nothing more.
At times like this, I long to be discovered. I want him to slide his hand under the back of my skirt as we wait for the bartender to bring us our drinks. I want to pull him into the bathroom stall with me and suck his cock, returning to the restaurant with the taste of him on my lips. I want us to have to leave the club because we can't wait any longer and I want him to fuck me over the hood of his car in the far corner of the deserted parking lot.
He knows that I fantasize about getting caught, that's why he tempts me with this scenario time and again. Once we leave the house, though, I feel so shy. I was once discovered by a police officer in the middle of having sex in a car with an ex-boyfriend. The officer asked if I was there of my own free will and checked my ID because he thought I was under age. It was one of the most humiliating things I have ever experienced.
Now He mines that humiliation for his own purposes. He wants me to feel it, wants it to make my cheeks burn with shame, but he also wants the humiliation to be overpowered by my desire to please him. He wants the shame to be eclipsed by my crazed lust for him. He wants to see me begging for whatever he wants to give me, even if it means I may be exposed. This is all part of his plan to break me down, to leave me defenseless to his whims. In the end, I'll be on my knees, dripping and completely submissive to whatever he wants from me, wherever and whenever he wants it.
When I'm out with Him, we appear to be a regular couple. He is polite in public, respectful. He opens doors for me and never lets me carry my own shopping bags (which makes me swoon). He is gently protective, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me. It's obvious that we are in love as we are very affectionate, but nothing more.
At times like this, I long to be discovered. I want him to slide his hand under the back of my skirt as we wait for the bartender to bring us our drinks. I want to pull him into the bathroom stall with me and suck his cock, returning to the restaurant with the taste of him on my lips. I want us to have to leave the club because we can't wait any longer and I want him to fuck me over the hood of his car in the far corner of the deserted parking lot.
He knows that I fantasize about getting caught, that's why he tempts me with this scenario time and again. Once we leave the house, though, I feel so shy. I was once discovered by a police officer in the middle of having sex in a car with an ex-boyfriend. The officer asked if I was there of my own free will and checked my ID because he thought I was under age. It was one of the most humiliating things I have ever experienced.
Now He mines that humiliation for his own purposes. He wants me to feel it, wants it to make my cheeks burn with shame, but he also wants the humiliation to be overpowered by my desire to please him. He wants the shame to be eclipsed by my crazed lust for him. He wants to see me begging for whatever he wants to give me, even if it means I may be exposed. This is all part of his plan to break me down, to leave me defenseless to his whims. In the end, I'll be on my knees, dripping and completely submissive to whatever he wants from me, wherever and whenever he wants it.
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