Waking up from her slumber, the slave girl stretches her limbs and yawns. Looking for signs of her Master she sees his side of the bed is empty. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, she wondered where he could be.
She decided to do her daily pelvic exercises as required by her Master each day. Squeezing her pussy walls tightly and relaxing 100 times. Aiming and hoping she would cum from the experience. Focusing with all her might on the task at hand, but to her disappointment she did not cum. The last clench done as she exhaled a disappointed sigh.
Maybe later when she was allowed playtime. She lay there pouting for a good 10-20 minutes but it was no good, it was time to get up.
She had her morning shower, her body was always kept in pristine condition. Moisturizing and applying her daily skin lotions so her flesh, so it was baby soft for her Master to kiss and caress. Walking to her dressing table she sat down to comb her hair. There she noticed a note attached to the mirror. Signed from her Master. The note reading...
Good morning Slut...
Today i have a special task for you. I want you to wear your corset, stockings and suspenders. Your 6 inch black heels and your long overcoat.
Today you are going to prove to me what a dirty little slut you are. You are going to the Porno Cinema by yourself.
Take a cab if you need to. You will walk into the large screen, take off your coat and offer yourself to all of the men there. I want you to come back to me covered in the cum of every man in that theater. Don't let me down...
P.S Do not kiss any man, and they are not to cum in you. Your body is mine. Remember that slut.
Your Master.
With excitement and curiosity now surging through her body the slave girl did as she was told. Wearing the black leather corset with a lace trim and red ribbons, sheer stockings and matching suspender belt. Her patent leather heels shining after a good clean and polish. She had to made sure she looked perfect. Not a hair out of place, and her make up flawless.
The cab arrived outside the house, the driver honking the horn to announce his presence. Peeking through the drapes she waved to the driver to let him know she was coming. Securing her coat around her with a simple waste band that tied in a bow. Doing one last check of hair and make up she left the house.
The drive through town was somewhat strange. She felt like people were staring at her in that cab. Like they knew she wore nothing but lingerie under her coat. Judging her as the horny little slut she was portrayed as. This of course was just her mind playing tricks on her. She sat there with her knees held so tightly together, squeezing her thighs.
Already, she could feel the material of her gusset was damp from her excitement. The thrill of being caught in nothing but underwear excited the little slave greatly. She could swear the driver was checking her out in his rear view mirror. Tucking a stray strand of her dark brunette hair behind her ear, she clears her throat.
Ten more minutes pass. Finally arriving at her destination, she paid the driver a generous tip. Climbing from the back seat, heels connecting with the curb with a subtle click clank noise. Her arms wrapped about her to make sure her coat did not expose what she had hidden beneath. Paying her entry fee to the booth operative. She was getting some odd looks from passers-by. Making her feel like a woman of the night, a hooker, a cheap little slut. Perhaps that was what her Master had in mind for her all along. Was this punishment for the night before when she gave him cheek?
Perhaps!
Inhaling a sharp breath of fresh air, she made her way inside. The lounge was dark and it had a sort of musty scent about the air. The smell of sex. The floor is slightly sticky underfoot too. She was pretty sure that wasn't residue of popcorn or fizzy drinks either. There were two doors. One labelled screen one, the other screen two.
She was told to go into the larger of the two screens. Walking towards door number one, she wrapped her fingers around the worn brass handle and pulled the door open. As the door opened, the sound of moaning came from the room. On the screen was a porno film. It looked like a busty little blonde girl being fucked by a man with an over sized cock. The sounds she was making could of made her giggle. Though there was a tingling that ranged from her inner core. Her thighs squeezing tighter. She cast her eyes about the dark room. There were some couples there. A girl in some man's lap, bare chested. Her breasts were sucked and fondled by two men.
Lucky woman, she thought to herself.
She could feel a few eyes burning into her as she walked deeper into the theatre. Walking towards the centre of the room as her Master had instructed, she stopped and turned around.
Staring up at the rows of seats before her.
Exhaling a soft breath, her fingers work about the waste band of her overcoat. Undoing the bow and slowly unbuttoning each button one by one.
What was she doing?
She could not believe she was about to do this.
Slowly, she removed her overcoat. Revealing her corseted form for all who would glance at her. It seemed to have attracted a few of the men in the room. One is standing up to get a better look. She drapes her coat over one of the chairs. Standing to attention with her chin held high, eyes averted. Her hands at her sides. She was nervous, excited, and aroused.
It gave her a thrill to be exposed in a public place.
She spoke out
"Greetings, Sirs and Mistresses. My slave name is Pretty One. I have been sent here by my Master's orders to please all who will seek my service. He has two rules. No kissing upon my lips. And no cumming in any hole. If this pleases you, then please let me serve you."
There was silence in the room for a while.
Nobody moved.
She had noticed a man lurking in the shadows at the very top of the cinema. It was too dark so she couldn't make out his face.
Whilst looking up at the mysterious man in the corner she felt a pair of hands reach around from behind her. Grabbing at her breasts roughly.
She let a soft gasp pass from her lips, followed by a small moan.
The masculine form of the man pressed into her curves. Swallowing her in his powerful hold.
Whispering in her ear, he said
"That's very generous of your Master to let us play with such a fine toy.
Beg me slave, beg to play with my cock."
The girl withered at the whispered tones that kissed against her ear. Turning to looka at the man that had so forcefully groped the swell of her breast.
Getting down on her knees.
