I’m standing in the restaurant scanning the tables anxiously. I was supposed to meet you here at five, but it’s already five thirty. I was so nervous about meeting you that I changed my clothes five times and then got stuck in rush hour traffic. I wanted to look great for you, but nothing I tried on was good enough. I finally settled with a short blue skirt that fell only two inches below my ass, a white blouse, and black heels. I know my ass and legs look good in the skirt and heels, but my large breasts are straining against the blouse, my nipples making hard little points in the chilly evening air. I don’t wear a bra; I know you would never allow me that small dignity. I notice people are starting to stare. I feel horrible because I’m sure you left when I wasn’t there on time.
I gasp as I suddenly feel your strong hand grab my wrist. I spin around and see your face glaring at me. My breath catches as I look into your eyes and see your disappointment at my disobedience.
“Master, I’m…”
I try to explain, but before I can say anything in explanation you are dragging me out of the door by my wrist. Pulling me over to your car, you open the door and roughly push me in. I start to tremble as I fix my clothes and turn to watch you sit down into the driver’s seat. I bite my lip, feeling horrible that I let you down, and starting to worry about my punishment.
“Master, please…”
You look over to me and smile cruelly. It shuts me up as I shiver and my pussy grows wet and contracts. As we pull out of the parking lot you tell me to spread my legs and rub my clit to get myself ready for you. My cheeks glow hot as I lift my skirt around my waist and reach a hand down to my pussy – always clean shaven, as you demand it.
It’s hard to get started. Even though it’s getting slightly dark outside, I know people could look into the car and see me touching myself like a whore. But I don’t want to disobey you, and soon lose myself to the sensations. My cunt is getting slicker, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming when pain explodes on my thigh and I hear a loud “smack.” it takes me a second to realize we have stopped and you have slapped my thigh, hard. I whimper softly, silently begging you to let me finish what I have started. I feel like such a slut, pussy dripping on to seat, skirt hitched above my waist, moaning like a whore. Your red handprint stands out clearly on my white skin, it is beautiful to me.
“Out, now,” you demand, and the hard look in your eyes allows no arguments.
Sighing, I open the door and step out of the car and look around. I see that you have taken us to a large park in the middle of town. I grow nervous and shaky, praying you are not going to punish me here, in such a public place.
You walk around to me and jerk my head back pulling my hair; I whimper but walk as you lead me into the park. I try to look around, but I can’t see if there are any people nearby. My heart races as you propel me by my hair. I stumble along in my heels, desperately trying to fix my still too high skirt. We walk a long time and I can tell we've gone deep into the trees when you push me roughly against a tree, scraping my cheek on the rough bark. Slowly I turn around to face you.
“Strip for me, slut,” you order
“Master please, Im sorry, I just wanted to look my best for you, please take your whore home. Please let me serve you.”
Nothing, you just stare at me coldly. I start to shake and mumble “yes Master” before unbuttoning my blouse. Looking around, I don’t see anyone, but I hear children playing in the distance. I slide my blouse off my shoulders, baring my breasts to you. My nipples become impossibly hard as I feel a slight breeze caress them. My breasts shake slightly as I wiggle my skirt off my hips and step out of it. I take off my heels and kneel in the grass in front of you, shaking, and naked.
I look longingly at my clothes. It is a little cold, and I feel so exposed kneeling in front of you. I feel your eyes travel my body, taking in my hard nipples and the wetness between my thighs. I can’t hide my arousal from you.
“Good, stay there, don’t you dare move slut”
You pick up my clothes and walk away leaving me kneeling, naked, and alone. I watch you walk away in stunned silence. As you disappear into the trees I start to sob, crying piteously. I can’t believe you would be so cruel as to leave me here alone. Despair hits me when you do not return in a few minuets. I’m shaking now, crying and moaning as I curl into a ball on the grass. All I can think about is how alone I am. I’m torn up inside, convincing myself you no longer want me.
It seems like an eternity, but about five minuets later I hear your footsteps coming towards me. I look up and see you walk back into the clearing, without my clothes.
