Author's Note: The following is a true story. Everything is real, but the dialogues have been reconstructed from memory. The word choices might not always be exact but the meanings behind them are the same. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. As always thanks to AsylumSeeker for his editing.
My First Public Humiliation.
Before we can get into the story, it's important I tell you a little about myself. In my social life I am an independent, jealous person who needs to be in control. I don't like sharing or taking orders; I am the boss.
I live alone in my own apartment and do not do well in serious relationships. But despite all of that, I do have a very close friend who I'll call Mark. I guess you could say he is my lover, although I wouldn't have used that word back then as it gave the impression he was almost my equal, and I wouldn't have wanted that.
Some of our common friends teased him about being my little puppy, but he always just smiled at them because he had a secret. You see, when I am horny I'm a totally different person; I love being dominated, humiliated, and used. I absolutely
hate
it, I absolutely
love
it.
This has been our little secret; in private I make up for my bitchiness by submitting to him by playing a game we call "Fuck Toy." I'll be his good little slave and do all of his biddings.
When I'm at the height of passion I always have the fantasy of letting him dominate me in public, but nothing had come of it because once I cool down I am horrified by the idea.
One fateful summer day as we were fondling each other in bed I opened my heart and blurted out the whole thing. Unsurprisingly he was interested by the idea and we spent hours inventing scenarios as we caressed ourselves before enjoying some of the greatest sex I ever had.
I thought this would be the end of it. But
he
didn't need to be on the verge of an orgasm to be turned on by the idea, and so kept bringing it up. Eventually after much insistence and orgasm denial he managed to convince me.
"Don't worry," he had said with an evil little smile. "I'll plan everything."
When the day finally came he knew I was nervous, so we spent most of the day having fun so I'd be horny as hell and willing to go along, although he didn't let me get an orgasm.
He had planned a private party at eight p.m. in a friend's apartment, and when the time to leave came he had gotten me really hot and very much into it. The plan was that I'd put on only a dog collar, a leash, one of my long coats, and he'd drive us there with no turning back.
I liked the idea of being totally without any control in public. Just as we were about to leave my apartment I grabbed him painfully by the hair and forced him to look me down in the eyes.
"You don't let me chicken out," I ordered. "If I try to get out of it you dump me outside naked and leave without me. If you let me get out of this I swear you'll regret it."
This seemed like a good idea at the time; I was hot just thinking about it. Why would I ever want to change my mind?
"Sure," he assured me. "I won't let you back out."
I let go off his hair and he stood back upright. He grabbed the leash which was hanging out of the top of my coat and jerked on it, pulling me stumbling into the hallway. And then he closed the door behind me.
"Follow," he ordered as he started walking ahead of me, leading me by the leash.
The game had started; I was his little Fuck Toy now. I wasn't supposed to talk unless being addressed, and have to be obedient, among other rules I won't get into right now. I let him lead me down the hall, hanging back just enough so that he'd have to put some pressure on the leash to drag me.
I was being dragged down the hall by a leash, wearing only a coat, which only came down mid thigh, and made me totally horny. This was great, I thought, starting to wish we'd run into a neighbor. What would happen? What would Mark make me do?
But we got down to ground level and to his car without any incident. Mark opened his door and moved his seat forward.
"Get in the back," he ordered.
I was a little surprised by the request, but did as I was told. He took the opportunity to get his hand under the coat and squeeze one of my ass cheeks as I bent forward to get in and the coat rose up. I quickly sat down in the back seat, looking at him for instructions.
He was still standing outside his door holding his end of the leash. He leaned forward over me, reached for the little handle on the ceiling next to my door window and inserted the leash through it.
He started pulling on his end, shortening my side of the leash forcing my head up and toward to the window until I was sitting upright and had to strain to keep my butt against the seat. He grabbed my wrists and tied them together against the handle, forcing me in that position, with my hands tied above my head.
He looked at me with a satisfied smile, patting my bare thigh. "That's a good Fuck Toy."
His hand crept up my leg until he found my dripping pussy. I let out a gasp as he inserted two fingers, massaging my inside. I strained against the leash, scooting my hips forward and spreading my legs to give him better access.
He kept playing with me for a little while, then pulled his fingers out and pressed them against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked hungrily, looking him in the eyes as I did so, teasing his fingers with my tongue.
I was so horny I wanted him to fuck me right there. He was looking at me lustily and I opened my legs invitingly, but he just stood back and outside the car.
He rose his seat back up, sat in front, closed the door and started the car. We got out of the parking lot and into traffic.
I wasn't in a comfortable position, but I was horny and didn't care; soon enough we'd be at the party and he'd fuck me silly. But then I realized we were not heading for our friend's apartment.
I couldn't tell where he was going. I tried sitting demurely like a good little Fuck Toy, but I was getting impatient and a little anxious; I'd normally be the one in control of the car.
He noticed I was getting agitated, or maybe he'd been checking me all along in the rear view mirror, and spoke up.
"You're wondering where we're going," he declared. "I lied to you," he continued. I felt a chill go through me at that.