I'm not quite sure how I got here. But I'm here now. It's going to be okay. I need to breathe, calm down, just keep walking.
Bullshit. There is no rationalizing this. I'm walking in the cool night, fast. My footsteps echo and my breath trembles in my chest. My heart races. I'm very scared. I have to concentrate to keep my lower lip from trembling. Sure I've been chatting with Daniel on the net for months, but this is the first time I've gone out and acted in the real world. I know I should feel honored that he is allowing me to serve him, but I don't really understand what I'm getting into.
I don't know if I'm glad or scared that the streets are so deserted at this hour. It feels strange to wear a dress with no bra or panties. The cool air feels great on my pussy. It reminds me of skinny dipping when I was a kid. I wish I could go into a quiet corner somewhere and touch myself. I think I could come just from pinching one of my nipples.
The thought sends a shudder through me and I impulsively tug at the front of my dress and arch my back, forcing my big breasts up against the spaghetti straps of the little red summer dress Daniel insisted that I wear. I giggle inside. I'm giddy. I can't believe I just did that in public. Was that breaking a rule? I don't think so. I didn't actually touch myself. I feel so alive being so naughty in public. I know that there is probably no one to see me, but still it's thrilling to be bad outside of my little apartment.
My apartment. That's where I am a nasty slutty slave. That's where I give myself completely to Daniel. I will do anything for him. The internet is wonderful. He commands me and I can show him my obedience over my webcam--his webcam. He sent it to me early on, and I thanked him for it by writing "Daniel's" all over my body and sending him the pics.
My apartment is where I keep my body hairless below my neck. It's where I never wear any clothes and I always keep a plug in my ass. It's where I masturbate in front of the camera every morning and evening. I donβt know if he watches or not. I imagine I'm fucking everything and everyone. I practice sucking a big dildo and I work another deeper and deeper into my pussy. I trust that he hasn't uplinked anywhere, but sometimes I pretend that the whole world can see me masturbate and be a dirty little slut.
Recently Daniel has made me use clothespins on my body. He says he likes the fact that I'm a little heavy. He likes it that I can place lots of clothespins on my big, heavy breasts. He likes to watch my face as I put the final one right on my nipple. It hurts, but it excites me. I can come just from touching my breasts. When I've been especially good that's what Daniel lets me do.
When I've been bad he makes me put a clothespin on my clit. I thought I would die from the pain. It's strange that I was in so much pain and yet it lead to one of my biggest orgasms. I'm such a pig. I'm one of those special women who ejaculate liquid when I come really hard. I sure squirted that day.
I had missed Daniel's instant message that day because I had to stay late at work--Jenny didn't show up and I had to watch the counter until Derek came in for the night shift. Daniel was furious. He forbid me from masturbating that night or the next morning and I was to wear a small butt plug until we spoke again the following evening. Of course I was on time for that message.