You've been training for a while now and this morning I read an e-mail that told me to be ready when you come to get me at 9:00 p.m. and that I had better be ready when you show up. I expect to find you standing in your living room, waiting when I arrive. You tell me to where what you have left on my bed and nothing else. My first thought is how much I am looking forward to another opportunity to please you, my second thought is full of dread, because we're going out and i am still frightened of being exposed in public. I know you know this, so I know you enjoy seeing me squirm at the idea.
When I get home, there's just a black, silk slip on the bed, black heels and a long coat. On seeing this I know now that we're going to a crowded restaurant and I will have to obey your every command, no mater how depraved or mortifying in public, risking the embarassment of strangers seeing what a whore I am for you. I shower, very carefully, because my clit is already hard with anticipation and I know I'm not meant to enjoy pleasure without your permission. I smooth my oil over my skin, so tat my skin is soft for you if you decide to honor me with your touch. I dress, go downstairs, in the slip and heels. Even though I am in my own living room, I feel very exposed, just standing and waiting, my pussy bare under the slip. I look at the clock see it's 8:45 and know you'll be here soon. My pussy swelling, getting wet with anticipation of your arrival. Time passes. You make me wait. At 9:15, I hear the door open. You walk over to me. Walking around me, checking me to see if I'm the presentable whore you expect me to be for you. Standing in front of me, your left hand on the back of my neck. You pull me into you, slide your tongue past my lips and kiss me deeply. My pussy aching, from the unexpected touch of your mouth on mine. I can feel my juices start to spread to my inner thighs. You must see my hips move because your kiss stops and I feel your right hand going slowly up my thighs, your fingers probing the folds of my pussy. Pulling your hand away quickly, you step back. The first words I hear since you arrive, "Present, you fucking impatient whore!" I drop to the flloor, bow my head, stretch my arms out in front of me, arch my back pushing my ass up as high as I can for you. "I don't remember saying your cunt could be so wet you were dripping down your thighs, did I?"
" No, sir, I'm sorry Sir, but it felt so good to have your mouth on mine I couldn't help it."
"what a bad slut you are, and I thought your training was ggoing so well. You insult my abilities as your Master by not waiting for my permission to feel the pleasure you do." You stand in front of me, leaning down, placing your hand in my face, i can smell myself on you. "Clean me bitch."
"Thank you Sir." I lick my juices from your fingers, sucking each one clean.
"Lift your slip up over your ass. Show me your ass you fucking bad slut." I lift pull my slip back, exposing my ass and pussy to the cool air of the room. You walk around to the back of me. I hear you moving something around. I hear a loud smack and feel my ass and pussy lips sting, heat up. I cry out. "Don't make another sound, you fucking disobediant whore, spanking you with my hand doesn't work, I thought a nice solid paddle would be more persuassive. Be a good slut and take it for your Master, silently." I hear another slap and another, and another. Five in all. My ass is on fire, tears in my eyes. I feel your hands rubbing my ass. What a good whore you are now, how it pleases me that you took your lesson in silence." I feel you put something around my neck, smell the leather and realize it's a collar. I think, how can I hide this in public? "Get up, we're running late now and there are so many more lessons to learn tonight." I feel the unfamiliar pull of the collar as you pull me to my feet. I hear the chink of metal as you attach a leash to the collar, my shame growing at the thought of being in public as your cunt, your pet.
The leash is under my collar, and it's night, but I am still mortified by the thought of anyone seeing me like this. You put me in the passenger side of the car and get in your self, keeping the leash in your lap.
As I go to sit in the seat, you yank the leash, "You're not a lady, you're my whore, my pet. Sit like my pet, bitch. Sit on your hands and knees until I decide what I want to do with you on our way to where we're going" With my head lowered, I answer, "Yes Sir. Thank you for having me sit like a dog in your presence." We drive in silence, my fear growing because I can still feel your displeasure. I want to please you and I know I haven't.
We stop at a light on a street where there's cars all around us. It's a busy Saturday night and all I can think is if anyone looks over, they will see me sitting here, like a dog with a leather collar. You know I'm afraid of being seen like this, you say, "Consider yourself lucky I don't have you sitting there naked with your ass up in the air like the fucking dog slut in heat you are. Your ass up and exposed for everyone to see what a bad fucking whore you are with your dripping pussy." " Thank you so much Sir." I can't help myself as I hear you degrade me with your words, I moan at the thought of what you have in store for me tonight. What lesson I will be made to endure tonight. My moan full of desire to please you, knowing if I do you may allow me to worship your ass, your balls, maybe even suck your cock taste your cum. "And now you're moaning without permission, you fucking misbehaving cunt... you just can't find any control, can you?"
"I'm sorry Sir, the thought of you teaching me, showing me the way, allowing me to please you took me over, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me."
"You need to learn bitch, I don't care what you're feeling, You don't moan without my permission, slut! You don't touch yourself without my permission, slut! And you don't EVER cum without my permission, slut!" "Please teach me Master. Please, I want to learn so badly, so I can please you."