The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur, try as she might Ali couldn't quite manage to imagine she had actually run all her errands that day, sans bra and panties with a rope harness and crotch rope tied around her body. The three knots had done their jobs well, driving her crazy as she walked, forcing small whimpers and moans to escape her lips at the most inappropriate times and it truly surprised her that no one once commented on the stream of juices that must have been running down her legs. At one point while in a grocery store, she had felt so overwhelmed she had practically run into the private "family" bathroom so that she could rub between her legs, her fevered head pressed against the cool tile as she pushed two of her fingers past the crotch rope and into her aching slit.
Still, she wasn't quite bold enough to cum in a public facility, though it was with reluctance that she finally stopped, sticking her fingers into her mouth to clean them of her juices before using the sink. As she stood in line to check out an old lady behind her had actually inquired after her health as her face seemed to have been flushed and she was trembling. After assuring the lady she was perfectly fine she attempted to compose herself as she moved towards check out.
In her car she could no longer help it, flipping her skirt up she drove back to her complex with her fingers rubbing lightly against her slit, not enough to really distract her but enough to allow her at least a little fucking relief. She was almost in tears, her cunt aching with need as she entered her apartment and tossed her groceries onto the floor. Running to her bedroom she prayed that Mistress Kat was online and almost sobbed with relief when she saw she was.
"Mistress, Im back!" She quickly typed out with one hand, the other resting on her burning hot cunt.
"Welcome back slut, how has your day been?"
