Slave Creation and Cum Wal

A monster had been created. A monster that needed feeding right now. This monster wasn't a tangible, living breathing creature but it had life all the same. It felt real, felt like it had mass. Damn the monster. Damn it.

The monster was within her and was her own desire for him and the games he had demonstrated that he was quite willing to play; the monster was her own psyche; repeated incurred orgasm the only goal and measurable outcome.

He had told her that her body belonged to him, and backed that assertion with repeated forced humiliations and stimulations.

Though not a sharer, he more than made up for that fact with an increasing variety of tasks that were not always conducted in the privacy of their own homes.

With each daring exploit, her initial caution was over-ruled on the basis that she effectively had no say in the decision. With each day that passed, the slow drip of simple task introduction, followed by praise, punishment or adaptation, meant for some very wet moments between her legs.

Week one had been her tuition in slave poses, predominantly the 'Kneel Exposed' one.

She had repeatedly practiced this one, in a variety of outfits, until she had become comfortable with it's logistics. Sinking quickly to her knees when called upon, she opened her legs and wrapped her hands behind her back.

Though this was slightly more awkward in heels, she understood that that was not Sir's problem and something that she would have to work out for herself. Several times in the early hours when she found herself awake with her mind racing, it felt comforting and close to Sir to put on heels and practice meekly sliding to her knees as though in servitude.

At the start this had been kept for the bedroom. Then it had progressed to a couple of times out whilst in the middle of a field together when walking his dog and then for the first time, he had instructed her to perform it whilst shopping around the supermarket.

Coupled with a request to collect an item off the bottom shelf, the shorts and shirt she had worn showed nothing and the pose only momentary, yet the psychological mindfuck was intense.

Her pussy, though damp on a general basis when with him, seemed to contract and excrete as she heard herself say the words: "I do as I'm told"

Thank goodness for wearing knickers. Getting to her feet afterwards, she had felt the wet gusset pressing to her flesh, thankful that she hadn't leaked through any further. Damn her lips. Just one word, one look, one raised eyebrow from Sir, and her whole body betrayed her to the monster.

Damn the monster.

Damn her desire.

It was feeding time. Time to get on and feed it, she hadn't been told she couldn't touch herself for pleasure, either now or later. She had been told It was time to do a public Kneel Exposed in a short dress. In a supermarket or shop. Somewhere there were people around. A scary thought but not one permitted for her to consider...

It might be a touch or most likely a stroke of herself now!? The thought was a little too much.

And she knew what was coming next too - the plan for tomorrow. She released the need between her legs and sighed happily with the emotion.

...

So it was the day of the cum-walk. He had spoken of it. Teased her about it. Described to her how it saw it going down. Never just words though - not with Sir.

This was it.

This was the moment.

This was the momentary calm before the storm.

This was definitely going to happen and seemingly exactly as she had imagined and as previously discussed.

The bastard was going to go through with it. Her heart seemed to be beating fiercely, though her breathing still quite measured, oddly enough.

As she crouched there on the floor in Kneel Exposed, momentarily waiting for him, her mind inevitably cast back to what had brought her to this place and position in her life.

The thigh-high heeled boots she had chosen today looked brilliant on her slender legs, accentuated her figure and promoted a woman confident in her sexuality and allure. A pleated off the shoulder gypsy top, cut down into her cleavage, showed off the solid locked ring of silver around her neck.

She had been asking for it that day of course. The skinny jeans she was wearing beneath the boots had had the crotch seam carefully unpicked. It had taken her a couple of hours and a lot of patience, but it had been time well spent. Stood upright, they looked normal and intact and as they should. Even seated with her legs together, no one would question their integrity.

They had been a little too much for Sir, who was obviously a little over-excited for her and their promise of fun judging by the look on his face.

Opening her knees became a highly erotic experience for them both. The material gaped and revealed bare flesh. The day so far had kept her on the verge of orgasm, her lips opening wetly for both his and her fingers repeatedly throughout their shopping trip when they were confident that they weren't being watched and a couple of times very discretely when they were.

Edging was an understatement. She was so far on the absolute rim she thought she was going to have a meltdown. Toni was keyed up and panting to be allowed that final stroke to take her over the line. Sir had taken her to that line several times, and she herself too when she thought he hadn't been watching, wrenching her hand away almost too late.

Sir had a different agenda on his mind. There was no doubt that she would be allowed her pleasure, but not until he had had his. This had been a given and as a good slut, she had told him that she would do as she was told.

Which brought her to the present moment, Kneeling Exposed in the changing room of the clothing store watching Sir fumbling to free his cock through his fly. He was obviously as keyed up as she was.

And there it was, steadily hardening in front of her eyes as he pushed it relentlessly towards her. Kneel Up came the command and she did so dutifully, keeping her hands on her knees.

Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked it deep into her mouth, helping him complete the transition to full erection with stimulation from her lips, some soft teeth work and skillful mouth work.

Her eyes had to stay on him whilst her throat took his flesh, and she had been banned from playing with her own exposed clit in this particular pose. His pleasure was paramount. The experience however, would provide her with many future nights of recall and decadent excitement.

Grabbing her hair either side of her head, he roughly used her mouth and throat as a cunt, forcing it forwards and backwards along his member. Sensing his full engorgement now, gagging slightly with each insertion, she breathed in when she could and trusted and accepted his dominant strength when she couldn't.

Now his hands were at her throat. The bastard was trying to wank his cock through her body on the instroke. It was however what her mouth was for, and she accepted it.

There was nothing she could do except take it. Watching his eyes and face, she could see the flushing building in his cheeks.

She choked for breath a couple of times and Sir gave her a second each time to draw it before forcing his member back in her mouth, panting with desire for his slut.

He was close.

It wouldn't take long.

Could he maintain the discipline that they had discussed? Could he follow through with their plan? If she could have used her mouth for anything other than a cunt, she would have smiled.

She felt like she was swimming serenely in slut heaven. Was this the sub-space she had heard about? Her mouth and throat happily battered, her evey sense now taken with the man before her as she watched him with every reluctance remove his cock from her mouth, take hold of it and begin to wank it, the knob head a bulging angry purple now.

It took every ounce of effort to not open her mouth and keep her eyes open, as he spurted rope after rope of spunk at her face. Over her mouth; nose, loads on her cheek and then there was some that flecked her forehead. None in her hair.

Flicking her eyes to the left, she picked up her reflection in the full length mirror beside her man, and saw the white streaks he had designed her face with before she relaxed back into Kneel Exposed, feeling her pussy lips flexing in their aperture.

Smiling opened her mouth a fraction and she couldn't help but taste him on her. With the scent assailing her nostrils, and in her current state of aroused torture, it took every strength she possessed to not lick her mouth clean of his gift. The idea was to keep it for a while first.

His was trying now to regulate his raggedy breathing and force his diminishing cock back into his fly.

She waited for his instruction, apprehensive, nervous and excited at what was about to come. She felt her lower lips still seemingly extended through their hole. Though she yearned to, she didn't dare touch herself.

As he sucked another large breath into his lungs, he held his hand out to help her up.

Using her hands now, she quickly raised herself to her feet, deep breathing herself now at what she was about to do, but keeping her hands away from her face.

Before she could think any further, her clit feeling on fire between her legs and a copious streak of her own moisture running down her inner leg, she took his hand and stepped out into the shop beside him.

Now it was time for her pleasure.

Stepping from the changing room was almost a life changing moment.

Her spunk painted face spoke a thousand words. Told a story to whomever was about to see it what she had been doing; that she was happy with public sex with a bravado and confidence that the majority of people just did not have. An exhibitionist tease who knew how to make both men and women hyperventilate on the spot with desire and need for her. Men would want to add to the mess on her face, women would want the confidence to receive it.

She was still feeling a crazy serenity from what she had just been doing. Lipstick smudged, her mascara ran slightly from her previous exertions. The fact that she was looking through a vague sheen of opaque spunk and all she could smell was man love compounded her feelings about the situation. Who needed drugs? This was a fucking natural high. She felt like the world's most desirable slut. A whore. A sexdoll for use before discarding.

None of her brain was giving her concern about her public respectability, seemingly doped up on endorphins that just seemed to want to egg her on, as though slightly inebriated.

Could she give men an immediate erection?

Could she make women wet themselves with a mischievous wish that roles were reversed.

Of course there was going to be the occasional prude; the occasional sniffy comment. You never please everyone at all times.

But how many smiles could she get?

How many positive comments?

Nods or shakes of the head?

How many people could she turn on by the sheer fact of her slutty, whorish appearance?

Dressed provocatively as she was, with her jeans gaping a touch at her wet place, she had worked out if she angled her body correctly and opened her stance a little, then maybe it offered a glimpse of the fun beneath. Did she dare to? Sir was adamant about not sharing her body with anyone else, but, would he realise what she was doing?

Could she get away with it?

Her body was owned now by Sir; her Master. The concept gave her a freeing viewpoint of herself and of the world. No longer in control of her actions, she had deferred accountability. She was his plaything.

But.

She was safe. Her man was very protective. She wasn't in any danger of unwanted advances and safe to act the promiscuous slut persona completely risk free. This was most definitely going to be a time to remember for the rest of her life - and there were most likely going to be enough quiet nights spent alone in bed with her fingers between her legs!

Reaching the doors, she compliantly stepped from the relative safety of the shop entrance out onto the street, surrounded by the bustling public. She wondered which ones would notice the tall couple walking hand in hand? Which ones would notice the woman's spunky face framed by her mass of golden, curly blonde hair? Which ones would see past the hair that she had planned to use as a shield.

She was very grateful that Sir hadn't told her to use a hair band. To keep it off and expose her face as much as possible. She had had solitude in it's volume from the first moment that the idea of the adventure had been broached?

Her body tingled but felt numb. She knew she was soaking wet between her legs but unable to vocalise it. She was keyed to the point of spontaneous orgasm but without the awareness if she did.

A nervous tongue licking comfortingly the trickling spunk from her lips, and walking with a straight back, she took his arm.

Where was he going to lead her?

The fast food restaurant just down the street became the obvious destination.

Languidly strolling down the shopping area, she felt the cold air once again assail her between the legs with each stride. The cold air also chilled the fluids on her face, a harsh and immediate reminder of what was very slowly turning to liquid across her cheek.

Her heart beat faster with each step and with each perceived look from a passerby. Turning her head away quickly if anyone seemed too engrossed in staring at her, she used her magnificent mane of hair as a protective barrier to effectively but temporarily take back her dignity each time.

Handbag at her waist, she couldn't help but hook a finger in through the gap in her jeans to open her lips and caress her hot moist interior using it to shield herself from others view.

Trying to keep herself from biting her lip, she desperately tried to keep her head straight... a tough ask right at that moment.

Eager to use the time effectively, he turned them into the fast food restaurant and quickly steered her to the counter. She reluctantly wrenched her hand out from the gap in the seam leaving one of her lips pulled awkwardly through the hole and fortuitously maintaining stimulation as she gently twisted on the spot.

Waiting in line now, they looked around at the few people around them, seeing that the majority were facing in the same direction.

At her man's discreet nudge, she turned to her left to see one well dressed, middle aged man's amazed face looking directly at her. At her look however, his face reddened with agitation and he turned his head away as though reading the various menus above the tills.

Another seated, shorter younger man in sports clothing was obviously trying to angle his camera phone in order to take a picture. Unimpressed, her man shifted his weight and position to block his sight line.

An older woman over to her right was looking at her with intrigue. As her nudge to a female companion was quite obvious, she was excited to see her flush furiously when she saw what her friend had pointed out.

It was their turn at the counter, and she found herself giving their order to a frazzled young man who didn't make initial eye contact.

As she hesitated at the soft drinks order however, he did.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire as the man seemed rooted to the spot with embarrassment after seeing what was pasted over her face. Eager to compound the effect, she lazily scraped a dribble of cum from beneath her eye into her mouth, the clamour of noise and activity around effectively cocooning the three of them together.

The lad gulped and stuttered a repeat of the question on which sodas they would like, then hastened to collect what they had ordered, tripping several times and obviously very flustered.

...

They took their meals to a table in an empty booth, but by now she was desperate to cum. Sliding herself in first, she was immediately shielded by her man. Leaning back on the plastic seat, it took her seconds to work her fingers in through the gap in the crotch of her jeans, to free her trapped lip and once more feel the radiating heat of her arousal.

Aware and completely uncaring that her man was gently scooping the residue of his earlier gift from her face to her mouth, she left her tongue out to receive it and worked at her clit.

This was not going to take long; the biggest problem was trying to keep quiet as she came.

This day was one to remember forever.