Slut woke up next to her Master, knowing that it was going to be a good day; already, his cock was hard for her. She shimmied down his body, careful not to wake him, smiling at her success. The Slut settled in between his legs before gently licking up his long shaft, chasing it as it bobbed.
Slut had barely gotten her mouth around her Master's large cock when he moaned softly, his hand grabbing her hair roughly; even in near sleep, her Master was in charge. Master pulled her up and down his cock with vigor for several minutes, setting a punishing pace, and Slut felt her pussy get wet, enjoying the feeling of being used.
Unexpectedly, Master pulled her mouth off without coming.
"I have plans for us today, Slut," he grumbled. "And they don't include coming down your throat."
Slut pouted a bit, wondering what they'd do with their day off if it didn't involve orgasms.
"Yes," Master added with a chuckle, seeing her face. "Come up here and show me your pussy, and that will decide what kind of day we are going to have."
The Slut moved, crawling so that she could get into her down position facing away. In this position, her ass was in the air knees and feet spread wide, head down on the blanket. Her hips were turned upwards, making sure Master could see both of her holes; Slut blushed when she thought about that too much. Her arms were above her head, out of Master's way.
"If you have a dry pussy because you were focusing on my pleasure," Master said as she moved, "you're going to have a much better day."
Slut groaned, knowing that she did not, in fact, have a dry pussy.
"If you were a dirty little whore, only thinking about how to get a cock in you..." Master trailed off, letting the threat hang.
Master leaned up softly, touching her drenched folds, not saying anything. Slut tried not to moan but made a small sound anyways.
"Well, aren't you a bad little cum slut," Master told her. "Didn't even touch your pussy, just wanted to get cum down your throat and you're already drenched..."
Slut moaned softly as Master continued to probe her wet pussy.
"Stay, whore," Master said, aggression in his voice, barely masking the affection.
Slut didn't move at all as Master got up and went into the closet, getting dressed. Her pussy quivered from the sudden loss of stimulation, but remember how fully she had been punished last time she touched her pussy without permission, she didn't move her hands. Master came out of the closet, presumably dressed and left the room. Still, Slut stayed still. Within a few minutes, Master was back tossing Slut clothes.
"Put this on slut," he demanded, barely looking at her.
Slut stood up quickly, finding a short ruffled white dress and a matching bra. No underwear, of course. The bra would pile her breasts up high, nearly spilling out the top of the low scoop neck of the dress.
Slut dressed quickly, and Master handed her a pair of sandals for her feet.
Master was dressed in walking shorts and a t-shirt but had a black backpack across his shoulders.
We are going to the park, Slut," he said with a smile.
With no more words, they were off and into the car, Slut sitting nervously, wondering what Master would do with her at the park.
The park was busy, mostly couples and groups walking around, kids and family further to the side with playgrounds. The weather was beautiful, so it was bound to get busier as the day went on. Master held her hand firmly, directing their path as he directed all things, and walked her towards the pond.
Around a bend somewhat protected by trees, Master turned and handed her a pair of ben wah balls
"Put these in Slut, and I wouldn't let them fall out if I were you."
Slut gasped, not expecting the sudden turn and squatted down, trying to push them into her pussy before anyone came around the corner.
Master was walking again before she even stood up, and she had to jog to catch up, the balls bouncing away in her pussy.
Master made small talk as the Slut walked around the pond her pussy full of bouncing balls, growing ever wetter. The wetter she got, the more she had to focus on keeping the balls in place, but of course, Master knew this, and so he kept the pace brisk and the balls bouncing. They passed couples, single joggers, and families full of kids. None of whom knew that just above Slut's short hemline, her pussy had turned into a river.
Around another corner, Master turned to his Slut, smiling at how out of breath she was, knowing that a brisk walk wasn't anything to get her heart rate up.
"Would you like something to help you hold those in Slut?" he asked. "We wouldn't want them to go sliding across the path and tripping a runner..."
"Yes, Master. Please, Master," Slut begged, expecting panties.
Instead, Master pulled out a butterfly vibrator. Slut groaned pitifully.
"Put it on," Master commanded.
Again, Slut squatted down, pulling the elastic sides over her legs and settling the plastic vibrator against her. It had two nubs, one pushed just barely into her pussy, where it would indeed keep the balls from falling out. The other had a small dip that surrounded her clit. The remote was hidden out of sight, but the sudden buzz told her Master had it in his pocket.
Slut barely cut her moan off, standing up, as a couple walked around the corner. The man gave her a strange look as they passed, and Master just grinned. The vibrator was quiet, someone walking by may not notice, but if you stood near, you could definitely hear it.
Slut couldn't carry a conversation now, all her focus going to not moaning out loud as they passed near people.
"Wet enough yet, Slut?" Master asked quietly, but in between two groups of people.
Slut choked down her moan and replied softly, "Yes, Master."
