WARNING: This story contains strong fetish elements including cuckold, watersports and humiliation (femdom). If that is not for you then thank you for your interest but probably best you read something else.
Ok. So it's 10:54am.
The Buchanan galleries shopping mall in Glasgow, on this brisk Tuesday morning in April, was not what you would call busy.
The barista was slowly making the second coffee into a proper cup (for sitting in customers) before plopping the blueberry muffin into a take-away bag. I tried to hide my shame when I asked for the coffees (I asked for 2, although I was on my own) to sit in and the muffin to go housed in its little brown bag.
I sat in a corner seat a respectable distance from anyone a decent person whilst I waited for my 11am companion and began reading my phone. I say reading the phone of course I wasn't I was only pretending while I watched for her arriving, and then She did.
"Is this for me?" She asked in her soft Scottish accent gesturing towards the spare coffee.
"If you'd like it to be," I answered with a confident smile.
"Iain," she asserted offering me her hand as She sat.
"Jane," I retorted indicating that we both had the right person as I shook her hand. It was soft and warm.
We chatted for a little while. To the rest of the world just 2 friends, possibly colleagues, grabbing a mid-morning coffee. Little did they know.
It was nice. It was easy. She seemed like a genuinely nice girl and we talked easily.
Her coffee was almost done when She stood up took the muffin bag and excused herself with an "I'll be back."
She turned and headed away. It was a magnificent sight watching her walk away. For the first time I was able to watch her properly. The soft bounce in her auburn hair. The tight skirt, that showed off her tight buttocks as she moved with a slight swagger, reached to the knee of her shapely golden legs. She was pure sex, but would she come back?
I waited. And waited. A good ten minutes must have passed. She wasn't coming back.
I was just about to leave when I saw Jane returning. She was walking over towards me only this time with an exaggerated swagger and a harden scowl on her face. "Sit back down," she barked and I complied. Taken aback by her change from the soft lady who left. She looked me straight in the eye "You sure you want to do this?" she asked. She did not shout but she did not whisper either.
Panicked just a little, this was really going to happen, I gulped hard as my stomach jumped. I was nervous because I knew exactly what was going to happen. "Yes. Please," I answered.
"Excellent!" She announced. She now slid the muffin bag in my direction. "I've returned your muffin, it's wet, and now you're going to eat it." She proceeded "be warned though - from now on in these are my rules not yours. You will do what you are told, when you are told. If you fail in some minor way you will be punished severely. Anything more than a minor fail we stop and you won't see me again. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," I replied.
I was aware one or 2 people had picked up their ears, not quite sure what they were hearing but potentially interesting.
"The correct reply is 'yes miss' that is how you will address me from now." She barked grabbing the top of the bag. "Now eat it all." and pushed the bag back towards me. I knew what was in here. I knew it was a blueberry muffin. I also knew where it had been, with whom, and why.
As I opened the bag I could feel the slightly warm air rise. Looking in I could see the once pristine muffin had been broken apart and was very moist. So moist there was a small puddle of piss oozing from the base. This nasty girl was training me to be her little pussy slave, her cuckold, her submissive and this was lesson 1 -- eat the piss soaked muffin, in public, now.
"Before you start," her voice interrupted my thought "I want the rest of my £150." I went into my wallet and obliged. "Now eat."
And I did. The first piece from the top. Fairly dry most of the piss had run off, pooling lower down. Fearing the bottom of the bag may fail and the contents end up on the floor I put it back down on the table and began to eat. Tearing off larger and larger portions each time. Each time getting lower down the muffin and with each mouthful getting wetter and wetter. Jane sat back and watched the show.
As we neared the bottom, each chunk now soaking, she offered some encouragement "that's a good boy," and "eat it all up," and I did. My initial fear and shame had passed and my little cock has solid. I was finished now and I sat back looking at her -- that radiant smile had returned. "Let's go." She said "I have plenty more of that waiting for you at home." And with that we left -- in a hurry.
It was a very short taxi ride back to her place. I was told to be silent and simply passed her the small jiffy bag from my inside pocket. When she sat her skirt rose up a little further. She parted her legs a little and the skirt rose higher still. She was giving me a silent show of her gorgeous legs and I was hooked.
I followed her into the apartment. As I closed the exterior door Jane stomped ahead. She pushed a door on her right hand side about 6 feet down on the right hand side "In there," she said as She continued down the passage "strip to boxers, on your knees, I'll be back."
As instructed I ducked into the room she had indicated. It was a bedroom but was more like a spare room. There was a single bed, rough sheets, and nasty net curtains over the windows. Still as instructed I stripped and got on my knees. I could hear her moving around. The kettle went on, the fridge door was opened, then closed, she was in the kitchen. She then came into the hall, but disappeared into another room. I couldn't hear what was happening in there.
