Violet stood nude, wind striking her most sensitive parts. Cold sand was under her feet. Her hands were tied high up on the crossbar of the lifegaurd station. The muscles of her stomach were stretched tight over her ribs. Her big breasts hung low but the nipples were peaked, hard like diamonds, from the wind and oil He had coated her 19 year old body in. She was young; much younger than He. It was awkward for her to be with Him in public but she was His slave and she must do whatever He saw fit for her, publicly or privately.
The first days after acquiring her He kept her constantly stimulated and locked away. Often He was brutal on her young and untrained body. Days afterward He groomed her to His liking, put her on a strict exercise regiment, and pleasured her mostly to her liking, with the exception of the water and enima discipline. She began to obey Him willingly and become subservient to His wishes.
He began to take her out publicly. The first time was to a swap meet. She was ordered to walk at His left side, always 2 steps behind. If she could not maneuver the crowd and keep to His orders she would be immediately collared and leashed. To make sure to complicate her concentration He applied a clamp tightly onto her pussy. Every step would cause it to move and dig into her sensitive young clit causing shockwaves all over her. She could barely function. After 45 minutes of enduring the mental fear and physical pain she broke down and began to cry nearly silently. They sat at a table but she couldn't sit without the pinching at her pussy nearly making her pass out.
"Please Master....," she whispered into a sob.
He didn't get angry like she expected He would but He insisted she dry her tears. They walked for another hour. He then took her to a local park, spread her legs and released her from the torture.
Another outing was to the nudee club. On the way He pulled off the highway onto an exit with a bright light, mildly visible to the byway traffic. He ordered her out of the car and walked with her to the front hood. He instructed that her legs be spread, knees against the bumper, breasts against the hood, hands toward the windshield. He pulled up her dress. Her white round butt cheeks were illuminated by the streetlamp. She was immediately embarrassed, knowing all of the people on the highway could see her most private areas. Honks and hollers furthered her emotional sinking.
Once again He commanded her not to move her knees from the bumper. He moved in behind her and she felt the cold plastic phallus against her ass. He had chosen a rather small and smooth plug for her. He pushed apart her fat cheeks and popped the head into her tight muscles. His lack of effort as He slid the shaft upward could not reveal the discomfort she felt having her clenched, untrained ass broken open. It was small but it felt huge inside of her. The lubricant made her powerless to stop Him. She couldn't help screeching briefly as possible when He popped the bubble at it's base into her. She sealed around it but repeatedly pushed against it, trying to get it out. The longer it stayed in the worse it felt.
