Wearing nothing but a chastity cage and a latex hood with the only opening being your mouth which is currently filled by a penis gag. You try your best to swallow around the gag, but you still feel drool drip from your chin onto your bare chest.
You are sitting on a towel being driven somewhere. After the car stops, you hear the drivers door open and close. You sit there straining your ears, you think you can hear other cars driving, pretty sure there was the sound of another cars door opening and closing, and the sound of heels clicking against asphalt going around the back.
The clicking sound from the heels stop just outside your door, but then nothing. You sit feeling anxious and jump when the door opens, unbuckle your seat belt, then your mistress grabbing your legs. She swings them to the side and your feel touch the warm rough asphalt. You feel your mistress slide up objects on your legs stopping at your knees. Then you feel gloves being slide on. Finally a collar is put around your neck which promptly tugs you out of the car and towards the ground.
You are glad your mistress gave you knee pads and thick gloves as she makes you walk on all fours. As you move up the curb onto a sidewalk, you know it is somewhere public and can feel cooling but still warm summer night air against your skin making you realize how exposed you are, but that gets pushed from your mind as you focus on trying to keep up with wherever your mistress is leading you.
You move as fast as you can and are so focused on moving forward that you don't realize your mistress has stopped until your face bumps into the back of her legs. You try to say sorry through the gag as you back up, but she does not say anything. Although she said nothing, that sigh felt like a punch to the gut. Making things worse, as you stand there on all fours mostly exposed to the world, you are sure you can hear voices of people talking not far away and every second you are not moving makes you feel like more and more people are gathering around.
You hear a door open and then a tug on your leash prompting you forward. You enter a room that feels cooler than outside. Throughout this trip, you have only been able to smell baby powder and latex from the hood, but now you can make out a bitter rancid smell combined with cleaning supplies.
You stop moving and even though you are terrified, your penis is straining against its metal confinement. Your arousal combined with the inability to swallow well, you are sure there is a line of fluids that people could follow like a perverted Hansel & Gretel. You hear the door shut behind you and then the sound of a lock being turned makes you feel a sense of relief thinking you are now at least safe from someone just barging in.
You are pulled to the other side of the room hearing a lot of echoing of sounds off the tile. Coming to a stop, a tug on your leash prompts you to rise up but still remaining on your knees. The chain from your leash tingles as it is wrapped around something metal followed by the sound of a lock being clicked. You feel a hand touch your collar and another lock being clicked which you are sure means you are locked to some pole or railing in this room making your anxiety rise again. This is made even worse as you hear more metal clinking sounds followed by your wrists being handcuffed behind your back.
Your mind is reeling trying to figure out what is in store for you. The sound of a bag being placed down and opened, you can hear her rummaging through it. You can hear your mistress' heels clicking as she is moving around the small room. Seems like she would move to one place for a minute or two and then another usually returning to the bag. After about 10 minutes you can hear ticking noises of manicured nails tapping against glass. A few more minutes pass hearing the occasional tapping sound. You are sure your mistress is over by where you both entered, but you can't be sure with the echoes.
Then after a minute you realize the room has gone completely silent. You start moving your head back and forth slowly trying to strain your ears to make out anything. You hear cars drivings, parking, and doors being opened and closed, you think you heard a dog barking playfully in the distance, some people talking, the sound of an industrial toilet being flushed in what you presume is the room next to the one you are currently in, and what you are pretty sure was a vending machine dropping a soda. Every new noise makes you jump slightly and adjust your head.
You stop moving as you hear your mistresses heels clicking towards you finally breaking the silence of the room for what felt like an eternity. The sound of the bag being rummaged through again then her heels until you are sure she is right in front of you. You straighten up as much as you can to be a presentable as possible. There is the crinkle of latex and then the wet sounds of lips cracking into a smile.