He'd been away. We hadn't seen each other in nearly a month and the craving for each other was intense and carnal.
Being the brat I am, and feeling very much un-Dominated for weeks, it was easy to slip into mouthy behavior. Not that it ever left me, mind you.
I tend to get like a volcano about to erupt when we haven't seen each other in a while. The first thing to emanate from me at those times is insolence. Fortunately for me, my Master is not a sadist. Much.
I drove into the train station to pick him up. As he came up the stairs I was reminded of how damn sexy he is. God, I missed him. I finally wrapped my arms around him, standing on my tiptoes. His scent once again on my skin. I slipped back into the memory of him. I kissed him and buried my face in his neck. He grabbed a handful of my hair and whispered in my ear.
"I can't wait any longer to fuck you silly. Follow me."
Still holding my hair, he led me out of the busy terminal and down a darkened hallway leading to the bathrooms. I was feeling a little exposed in my little black skirt with Master's hand gripping my hair, and wondered if people were watching. There were a few yuppies milling around on cellphones that I noticed, and a girl sitting in a dark corner smoking a joint.
Master pushed me inside the men's room, thankfully empty, and shoved me into a stall. He wordlessly bent me over the john, one hand holding a fistfull of my hair, and the other unzipping his jeans.
"There's no gentleness here. You are simply my fuckpet and I'm going to fuck you however the fuck I please. Your role is to take what I give you and like it."
His voice was cold and calculated.
"Well, what do you say, slut?"
"Don't hurt me", I said, trembling, but of course I knew what I was doing and that this was certainly the wrong response.
Master slapped my face, "Wrong answer, try again."
"Thaaaannnk you, Master" I said in my best brat voice.
"Oh, is that so?"
Master whipped me around and slapped my face again.
"I see we'll need to refresh our memory on appropriate responses to your Master, hm?"
He pushed me down onto the toilet seat and shoved his dick down my throat before I could say another word. His hand gripping my hair made it easy to fuck the shit out of my throat, while simultaneously shutting me up. It worked well, I'd say. Before I could think about getting any sassier, I was completely worked up, my cunt dripping wet, tears streaming down my face, drool and mucous all over my chin and neck.
Master kept his fingers laced in my hair, using them to harness his favorite orifice. His cock so deeply down my throat made me retch, but he pounded away, slapping my face when I was less than cooperative. He finally moaned, panted, cursed then slapped my face viciously as he came, powerfully in my mouth, squirting hot liquid down my throat.
The smell and taste of him, and being in this tiny enclosure, overwhelmed by his large presence, put me into a headspace that felt new to me. My body felt like his ragdoll. It made me want to submit fully. He spun me around to face the john and bent me over. I felt Master's hands exploring my naked ass and pussy.
"What a slut you are, not wearing any panties."
At that moment the bathroom door opened and I heard two male voices. Master continued talking to me as if we were alone.
"I ought to punish you right here for being such a slut."
Until that moment I hadn't considered whether Master had closed the stall door. Suddenly that information was essential to me. My heart rate quickened and a deep flush came over me. I knew Master had control of the situation and I trust him implicitly, so I dared not ask him about the door.
"I'm gonna spank that ass and get it nice and pink, so it looks the way it should for a balls deep fucking. But first I'm gonna invite anyone that likes watching a slut being violated to feel free to come watch."
"Fuck no!" I yelled angrily, before I could think better of it.
At that, Master uncerimoniously put a hand over my mouth and began whalloping my ass. The bathroom's acoustics caused the sound to echo in the small dank space, and I focused on the sound of each whack, rather than attempting to hear if voices or feet were approaching the stall.
Finally Master released his grip on my mouth and I wisely stayed silent, although gasping for air, and choking back sobs.
"Dude, look at that sweet, red ass!" Moron #1 said to Moron #2, sounding pretty aroused and a little drunk.
Moron #2 sounded much more drunk, "Fuck. Is she real?"
The bathroom door squeaked open a little. Master ignored male voices and stood me upright in front of him with my back to him. Roughly, he stripped off my top. Now I was cold, humiliated and getting more naked by the minute. I tried to cover myself with my hands.
"Did I give you permission to cover yourself, Slut?"
Master seemed to take delight in every alleged transgression.
"Turn and face your audience and drop your arms" he demanded.
I contemplated the repercussions of telling Master to fuck off. It took mere moments to decide that showing myself to two strangers in this state was far less of a punishment that would ensue if I chose insolence. Besides, I always had my safeword.
Slowly I turned around, and when I did, I saw two young guys grinning at me like idiots. Idiot #1, I think, the older of the two, looked pretty entitled to be there, and was probably a sadistic bastard as well. He looked at Master and asked if he could touch me. My mouth dropped open. Master told him he'd do him one better.
"Slut, get on your knees and beg this young man to take of your bra and touch you. Be convincing or your ass will pay."
I was shocked, and secretly horrified at the fact that I desperately hungered to do this for Master. Mortified, sure; hell, I'm not an exhibitionist. Somewhere deep within though, this raw act spoke to me, and I needed to do it.
Tentatively, I knelt at the feet of Idiot #1. I placed my hands behind my back, looked up into his eyes and asked him "Please Sir, take off my bra. Put your mouth and hands on me. I'm aching for you to touch me. Please."
"Fuck!" I heard Idiot #2 from the other side of the door.
I turned and saw Master drag a slow drag on Idiot #2's joint. He looking immensely pleased with himself. The two of them were intently watching to see what would happen next.
Idiot #1's hands ineptly pawed at my tits. In my submissive position I lifted my chest to be more accessible to him. He knelt down in front of me, pulled the straps of my bra off my shoulders and eyed my exposed flesh hungrily. As he came closer to me I could spell the booze on his breath. He leaned down and began using his tongue to slowly lick up and down the trail of my cleavage.
My breath sucked in sharply at his touch. The feeling of another man's mouth touching my flesh was so unexpected and shocking but it made my head spin. The knowledge that my Master was watching me attentively made my knees shake and brought me back into that submissive headspace.
