Master walked his Slut into the main room, she wasn't the only one on a leash, but still felt as if a spotlight had hit her. Master chose seats near the front where everyone would pass by, giving him an opportunity to see everyone, and, more importantly, gave everyone an opportunity to see his Slut.
Slut had been naughty, and Master intended to show her what happened to disobedient Sluts. Slut waited quietly next to Master on her knees, looking around the club for familiar faces. Master handed Slut a shot to relax her; otherwise she may safe word and ruin his good time. When Slut was a good girl, she got to sit at the table and drink wine or cider. Bad Sluts have to kneel on the floor and take shots.
After a quarter hour, his Slut was moving around too much, her knees sore despite the soft carpet.
"Down Slut," he commanded.
His Slut immediately dropped her face to the carpet, cheek on her forearms, ass in the air. At the same time, Master saw one of their good friends, a couple they played with often. The couple joined their table, nodding to his Slut on the ground.
"My Slut has been bad," Master explained. "Would you like to see?"
The couple nodded eagerly, happy to be a part of the games, and Master yanked his Slut up by her neck, draping her across his lap. He guested for the couple to come around the table to where her ass was. He lifted her skirt up, the spandex sliding up to her navel easily His Slut had worn a small black thong that did little to hide her, but Master didn't even let that cover her. Master pulled the thong down to her knees, knowing that it was even more humiliating than taking the thong off all together.
"This Slut has been using her whore pussy without permission," he told the couple.
Master took a minute to rub her lower lips lightly, before pulling them apart sharply.
"Even now, the little whore is wet."
His Slut shivered, feeling the proof of his statement on her thighs in addition to the multitude of eyes staring at her secret places.
"So since my little Slut wants to use her pussy without permission, she is going to lay here all night so people can see
my
pussy," Master said, his tone conversational.
Master repeated the show with several more groups, as his Slut whimpered and squirmed beneath him.
When several came up at once, Master made a show of pulling back the hood of her clit.
"Look how swollen her clit is," he said, rubbing it in the way he knew felt so good it nearly hurt. His Slut moaned loudly as the group behind chuckled. "It's because the little whore spends too much time rubbing it. Now it's too sensitive, isn't it Slut?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, on the edge for what seemed the millionth time this evening. But she wouldn't come without permission. The punishment for defying Master during another punishment and in front of a group was not something she wanted to experience.
"Well Slut, since you're so good at touching it yourself, lean over this table and show us how you do it."
His Slut groaned, not liking to play an active role in the show, but obeyed.
"Don't come until I say," he said firmly, seeing how already her pussy was clenching on nothing.
"Yes Master," she groaned.
Master waited several minutes, admonishing her to touch more firmly or faster, when he saw she was trying to back off. His Slut had her face screwed up in concentration trying not to come, but he knew he would have to release her soon or she would fail. He could see drips of her arousal on her legs, her pussy begging something to fill it. And later, he definitely would.
"Come now Slut," he commanded.
His Slut screamed her pleasure, her arousal gushing down her legs. He smiled, she would be horrified that she had squirted in front of a crowd.
Master let his Slut catch her breath as she leaned over the table, rubbing the cheeks of her full ass as she did, keeping her pussy on display.
An older couple came up, having watched from a little farther away. The pair was a little odd, but not out of the norm for this club. The woman wore a black leather and spandex unitard with black garters that disappeared into tall leather boots. Her husband, seeming the opposite was dressed in a pair of khaki slacks and a button down. Both were silver haired and with the lines of age, but he'd brought his Slut to this spot to be seen by anyone.
"You've got her well trained," the woman said, as the man stood back a step nodding along.
"Actually, my little Slut is here being punished," Master said, his tone friendly as he continued rubbing her back. His little Slut was so out of it from her intense orgasm that he wasn't sure she was listening, but if she was, he knew discussing her this way would just add to her humiliation.
"What for?" the woman asked curiously, anxious to be a part of the scene if she could
"She seems to have a hard time remembering whose pussy this is," Master replied, cupping the anatomical feature he referred to, "So I brought her here to make sure everyone knows exactly who owns this pussy."
"Maybe I can help you with that," the woman said, leaning in as if part of a conspiracy.
...a few days later...
Master set up a playdate for his Slut, but wouldn't tell her exactly what it is going to be; he knew her mind would play tricks on her, the anticipation increasing the pleasure of the actual event. As the two prepared, Master told his Slut not to bother with underwear, and gave her only a pair of shorts and thin tank top to wear, not even a bra; dressed and ready, her nipples were clearly visible, something she never did. Afraid of punishment, she don't say anything, but Master can read her face well.
"No one is going to see you in it anyways," he said ominously.
Master drove them to a home a short distance away, but far enough for the Slut to get nervous. She wanted to try and ferret for information, but her Master said not to ask, so she don't.
They got to the house with Master all but dragging his Slut up to the door where an older man greets us. Master can see from the look on his Slut's face that she doesn't remember him from the club. Clearly, she is surprised that her Master has picked such an older couple, someone so far outside their norm.
The man took Master and his Slut into the bedroom where his wife was waiting. Like him, she was older with soft looking white hair and pudgy, wrinkled skin. She stood wearing a leather outfit with garters that went down to her boots.
The Slut looked sharply to her Master, wondering if he truly intended for this old woman to dominate her
"She's yours for the evening," Master said, pulling his Slut's top over her head as he talked.
Master yanked her shorts down, leaving his Slut the only one naked in a room of clothed people. The man, whose name the Slut didn't even know, took a seat near the wall while Master hovered nearby.
"You'll call me Mistress," the woman said, a commanding tone to her voice, unexpected based on her looks despite the costume.
And even though the Slut wanted nothing more than to be disgusted with this old woman, her pussy started to get wet. The Slut groaned in embarrassment, and Master smiled.
Mistress led her to the bed where she proceeded to tie her unwilling captive's hands to the posts; for the Slut's legs, she bent them at the knees spreading them wide with Slut's hips on a pillow and tied them near the middle of the bed. The Slut wasn't bent terrible, and could have been physically ok in the position for a long while, but with all of her sensitive places so exposed, she couldn't be comfortable.
"Would you look at that? This little whore is already wet," Mistress crowed, her eyes wrinkling as she chuckled.
Mistress softly touched the Slut's pussy, and she groaned as her arousal heightened. Mistress wasn't even attractive, but when the Slut watched her Master smirk as Mistress touched her, the Slut couldn't help but get wetter.
Soon Mistress had her fingers inside the Slut; if she'd had to guess, she would have said it was two fingers, but her eyes were firmly on her Master.
The Slut's cheeks were heated red as the entire room filled with the scent of her pussy while everyone else was still fully clothed and watching. The only sound in the room was Mistress's hand slapping against the Slut's wet nether lips.
"Are you close whore?" Mistress asked, a dangerous quality to her voice.
"Yes, Mistress," the Slut groaned, hating that this old woman was going to make her come.
With a smirk, she withdrew her hands; even though the Slut hadn't wanted to come at all, she still whined at the lost stimulation.
Master chuckled at her, reminding her of her shame; she should not be enjoying the touch of an old woman.
Mistress quickly grabbed a leather paddle off the wall. It was long and narrow but looked padded. Without introduction she slapped the inside of the Slut's thigh, making her cry out.
She worked her thighs roughly, before turning to the Slut's upturned cheeks. Spanked like this on her back with her legs in the air made the Slut feel like a child, and her face burned even as her pussy creamed. The Slut's eyes were picking with tears now as Mistress continued to turn her cheeks a bright shade of red.
"I like a little heat on my cheeks before I fuck them," she said, her tone conversational.
