"It's time, girl."
I heard what I assumed was the door opening and then felt the firm tug of the leash as Sir drew me through it. I moved on hands and knees, of course.
I knew what I was to do. Sir had prepared me well, and he had assured me that regardless of my actions, my safety would not be in jeopardy. Sir had told me there would be no more than a handful of others there to observe me. Despite this, though, I was terrified. It would be my first time "performing" like this. Part of me wanted to resist and play innocent, while the other half desired more than anything to make Sir proud of his perfect little cockslut. I knew it was this part of me that had to be in control tonight.
Despite a lack of visual sense – I was blindfolded as Sir and I had agreed – my hearing and other senses seemed heightened. I could smell the mix of scents in the room I had entered: cigarette smoke, alcohol, colognes, and some other odours of a more bodily persuasion. I heard clinking glasses, murmuring voices of men and women, and immediately the sound of my own pounding heart was vibrating through my head. It seemed like more than just "a handful" of people before me.
I was distracted by this realization when I felt the tug of my leash again and followed Sir's pull. I knew he would sit, and that it was up to me to do the rest.
I felt for his shoes and bent my face to them, loyally lapping the brushed leather. I drew my face upwards, not losing contact with Sir's leg against my cheek, and moved my hands between his thighs. I undid his pants and pushed my face forward, nuzzling lovingly, feeling his half-hard cock responding to me.
