We walked out and strolled through the city. I walked slightly behind him. I took comfort in him leading me, and following wherever he wished to go. My mind was still a blur and following my Dom blindly was all I was really capable of. We found ourselves secluded in an alley. My Dom pushed my back to a brick wall and slipped his hand under the back of my shirt. I felt him drag his fingernails into my skin and I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan. He rested his forehead against me and pierced my flesh again with his finger nails. It felt so good I could have cum right there. He quickly withdrew his hand and kept walking. I had to take a few deep breathes to compose myself and regain feeling in my legs.
He led me into a park and deep behind some bushes. The bushes were against a cement wall that looked over cars passing. The only light we had were the lights from their head lights. My Dom rested his back against the wall and commanded me on my knees. I knelt in front of him, with my knees in the dirt, looking up waiting for further instruction. He told me to suck him. Being the cock slave that I am was more than willing to oblige. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled his briefs and pants down low enough just to expose his already hard cock. I look it eagerly in my mouth and slid my wet tongue around him to get him wet and slick.
I licked him vigorously inside my mouth as I sucked him. My head bobbed up and down as I was stroking his cock with my mouth. My lips held him firmly and pressed into his shaft. I was determined to suck him until I felt him cum in my mouth. I moaned with pleasure as his smooth cock caressed my tongue. He tasted so good that I was salivating to the point where my own spit was running out the side of my mouth. I sucked him deep and hard, and began to hear him moan as he started to cum. I sucked his cock until there was no more cum shooting from him. I swallowed with satisfaction and lovingly licked him clean. I dressed him and stood up, looking at him grateful and happy.
He pushed my body up against the cold cement wall, my body facing the traffic below, and my Dom told me to count. I felt a slap on my ass, One. I felt another, then another. Two. Three. He loved that his slaps did not even affect me and that I secretly wanted him to spank me harder. Four. Five. Six. He whispered in my ear and I let my head fall back becoming overwhelmingly aroused at the sound of his voice. Seven. Eight. Nine. I started to tremble as I felt his hot breath on my ear. It was unbearable how badly my body craved him. Ten. Eleven. He told me that was enough and we left the bushes. I love being used by my Dom, and I love being owned by him; now I have the clamps in the wrists to symbolize his ownership of me, and I adore them, as I adore him.