Sir was having a guest over tonight after dinner. I knew Sir was going to push a limit, because Sir told me about this guest coming to visit over a month ago and what some of it would entail. He wants me to prepare myself for it. To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century.
I knew that Sir wanted to push and work on my limits. My limit involving other people, even passively, has always been one that has caused me a lot of anxiety. I wanted to please him in all ways but I was worried that this one would be too much for me.
I liked when Sir degraded me in private but I worried that doing so in front of other people would feel more like being insulted or put down. I had had too much of that, of jokes that weren't jokes, of being put down for cheating while being told I was forgiven.
It was causing me a lot of distress to be put in a similar situation. There is one major difference between this situation and the experience I had before. Sir would be next to me through the night. I knew he would support me and help guide me, calm me.
What if I enjoyed it? The cognitive dissonance that occurred in my head at the thought of enjoying being put on display in front of others, and feeling ashamed about it lead me to avoid thinking about it at all, and caused me to dig in my heels and argue when the subject came up. I have always been very good at avoiding thinking about things I didn't want to think about. Or overthink. Sir didn't usually let me.
I knew Sir would be pushing this limit. It started slowly, first just talking about it, scenarios and the like. They did arouse me, usually to the point of dripping, so I must have liked something about it.
Then it moved onto other things, like having me cum in semi-public, then more public settings, like restaurants and such. As I became more comfortable and less scared to do each thing whenever he asked he would push onto something a little further. This all took a long time to happen pushing slowly over years.
Once Sir told me about the guest who will be visiting, he had been denying me orgasms, which although a regular part of our relationship he had been edging me much more often than usual, which kept me frustrated and more open to having my limits pushed. I love making Sir happy but it is hard to get past some things, but so far I cannot say that I haven't enjoyed myself each time Sir pushes me to try something new, and despite how nervous and how much I sometimes don't want to do something that pushes a limit, I get excited and wet.
Sir has said that I will be naked from the get go, which is probably for the best. If I had to take off my clothes, I would probably freeze up.
8:00PM -- I have been kneeling in the living room a foot or two away from the couch for about 5 minutes when there is a knock at the door. Usually I would have answered, but Sir told me to stay where I was when he told me a bit of how the evening was going to go, so I stayed where I was. I was facing away from the door so I was not able to see who was coming in.
I heard Sir open the door and greet his guest. They exchanged greetings, but they spoke so low that I was not able to hear what they said. I could hear their footsteps approaching. Sir told the guest to sit down on the couch directly behind me.
I shifted from one knee to the other a bit, adjusting. Sir had me naked in my chastity belt but also had inserted the large vibrating Ben Wa balls in my cunt and a medium sized butt plug in my ass. I could feel my face and chest heat up, which usually means they have gone completely red. Sir hasn't had me exposed in my chastity belt in front of too many people, and then mostly people we knew well, so this is also a new experience. It is not an unpleasant experience having a stranger see me this way.
I shift again, and realize that I am dripping down my thighs. I wish could squeeze my legs together, but I know it wouldn't help. First, I would surely receive some kind of punishment for moving out of position, especially in front of a guest. Second, the chastity belt prevents me from squeezing where I am beginning to desperately need the pressure alleviated.
I started to notice less and less of what was happening around me, focusing on my growing arousal...My breathing became shallower...
8:30PM
"Fucktoy!"
I jerk my eyes into focus and see you standing in front of me.
"I'm sorry Sir! I didn't mean to stop paying attention!" I try to even out my breathing, none too successfully. You notice, look down my body and see my thighs are wet and glistening.
"I will let it slide this one time tonight. I can see that you are having some trouble getting yourself under control already."
"Yes Sir," I barely whisper. I can feel my face get hot. I feel my heart start pounding in my chest, adding to the heaviness of my breath.