She stood at the doorway as instructed, legs spread ever so slightly apart, her winter jacket on and herself waiting at attention. She knew this position well, it was what her Lord expected of her, the feeling of vulnerability but also inspection, of putting herself on display for him before stepping out into the world outside of their personal interaction, bdsm and submission and the world of others going about their normal lives, oblivious to the fact her pussy was owned by him, that it sometimes was still sore or dripping cum as she passed people on the street, and even that she might have toys insider her at that very moment.
He took a step towards her and smiled. His hand instinctively going to her inner thigh and tracing up over her stocking. Then up inside her winter jacket where he felt the edge of her stockings and the garter belt holding them in place. Up further his hand glided and paused when it felt the heat emanating from her. He need not even touch her yet and he knew how wet and turned on she was. He smiled, looked deep into her eyes, and then ran his fingers deep into her pussy, parting her lips, letting her juices run over his two fingers and her body accept his probing hand. She moaned and leaned back against the door frame, her jacket opening slightly and her naked breasts falling out. He smiled and cupped it, drawing her nipple to his mouth and sucked it while thrusting his fingers hard into her.
"Careful," he said, "don't want that to happen while we are out now do we?" He replaced her breast inside her jacket and withdrawing his hand from between her legs, licking his fingers, ran them along her lips and kissed her.
And opening the door the Lord and his naked Sub, other than a garter belt, stockings and winter jacket, walked into the winter day the cold air instantly stabbing at her pussy and making her shudder.
He kept her in suspense of the day plans and what they would do so the card ride was a nervous anticipation of her sitting there waiting for the car heater to warm up, the raw exhilaration of being naked out in public without the benefit or backup of clothes to put on, and the mystery of what he had planned.
The first stop wasn't far. Ten minutes down the road at Luss. There they parked and headed into the winter sun towards the shore and pier. Tourists were about taking photos and dog walkers abounded as usual. Out on the pier he walked to the end and sat down, his legs dangling over the side. He tapped the space next to him for her to sit too. She awkwardly seated herself knowing that out towards the loch her legs were exposed and her pussy was gave a view of Scotland few could say they flashed their private parts to ever.
He placed a hand between her legs and slid it into her bush and rubbed her clit looking out at the scenery without saying a word. She was getting wet and tried not to squirm as he fingered her. The others on the dock were maybe two meters away and had no idea her Lords hand was in her pussy and she was dripping from it and it turned her on.
He stood, content with himself and took her hand and stood her up. Kissing him she melted against his body with a shiver, the brisk air of the water under them ran up her jacket and chilled her. Looking at her he said, "Come lets warm you up."