After having flashed truckers and others in restaurants, I was craving attention even more. I wanted to be seen, touched, fingered and fucked by strangers.
This is my burden to bear. I know it's not normal, but I crave attention from strangers.
Sir says I am the biggest tease he has ever known. I am only allowed to tease strangers when he says I can.
He only allows me to fuck people he knows...strangers to me, but not to him.
I am totally subservient to my Sir. He is my Dominant, and I submit to him totally, willingly, and without reservation.
I await his direction.
I must dress as he directs, never wear panties or a bra. When we go out, I must pull up my dress in back and sit on my bare ass. This often gets my juices flowing, knowing someone else, hopefully a man will be sitting in my juices a few minutes after I get up and leave.
Sir only allows me to refer to myself as "Girl" when I am talking to him, or in play situations.
He occasionally has me stand in front of him with feet apart at shoulder width, and he will slide his hand under my skirt or dress and finger me. This is called a "Wet Check".
This is usually performed in a public place, a restaurant or a pool hall, or one time on a fishing pier full of men.
If he "Wet Checks" me for more than a few seconds, or does it vigorously, it is difficult for me to hide the fact that I have just cum... especially if I squirt.
But letting the people around me know what is happening is not allowed. He likes to let their imagination run wild.
I am never allowed to say "no" to any kind of sex - as if I would anyway.
A friend of his apparently saw us together and thought I was his daughter or his granddaughter.
He explained to me that his friend was shocked to find out that I was his girlfriend, his lover and his sub, and that I loved to be seen nude by strangers.
The friend said he would kill to get a look at me nude sometime.
This was done by texting as his friend saw us while he was driving by us while we were shopping.
We hadn't done anything with anyone since he had allowed a trucker to finger me at a truck stop three months earlier.
I was suffering from withdrawal, and Sir knew it.
He knows how susceptible to teasing I am, and that it's difficult for me to come down after being turned on and not sexually satisfied.
I sometimes feel like my skin is crawling off me if I don't get fucked to orgasm regularly. Sir usually fucks me two or three times a day just to keep me from exploding, he says. He likes it as much as I do.
Sir bought me a dress to wear whenever I am going to be played with or fucked, or he has something sexual planed. He calls it my "Traveling Dress".
Often, when we are going on a road trip, and he is going to allow me to flash truckers, he will have me put on my traveling dress. Just hearing him say that gets me excited and wet in anticipation.
My dress is very lightweight white cotton, practically transparent if one looks closely enough or if I am standing with a light behind me. With an elastic bandeau top and no shoulder straps, it comes down to about 4 inches above my knees, and is full.
Also, when he has something planned, he will withhold sex, and will not fuck me for a couple of days. This makes me crazy and sometimes a little bitchy.
I love sleeping nude next to his nude body, and the feeling as he is spooning me is heavenly.
He is a sound sleeper, and sometimes I will reach back and squeeze his cock until it is hard. He has awakened several times as I was doing this, and punishes me, by adding on a day or two with no sex.
This is terrible punishment for me, as two more days without feeling his loving hands on me, and his hard cock in me is torture.
Sir had been withholding sex for several days. I knew something was up, but not what or when..
The worst part is not knowing. It gets me going, and I can't stop the wetness between my legs.
He doesn't allow me to touch myself, or masturbate during the withholding period. Usually, by the time we are doing something, I am aching down below, and am jumpy as a cat!
This time, he withheld for ten days!
I was in a constant state of agitation, couldn't sit on the furniture without leaving a wet spot, and sleep was fitful.
I wanted to at least fuck myself with a bottle, but it wasn't allowed. I cried a lot when Sir wasn't watching.
One day around noon, Sir said we were going out to lunch and I was to put on my traveling dress! "OH SHIT! OH HELL YES!" was my reaction! I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. "I'M GONNA GET FUCKED!!"
We went to lunch, I sat on my bare ass, I had a bowl of "She Crab Soup" and a salad. My favorite lunch of all time.
We finished lunch and nothing happened!
I was jumpy, waiting for something to start. Nothing!
After lunch, we went to the City Marina, and walked the docks and looked at boats. I was about to jump out of my skin!
Then, Sir stepped onto this really big boat with windows all around. It was tied across the pier from another big boat. He had me step aboard, and we went into the "Saloon" as he calls it.
There was a couch and some very plush chairs ... the deck was carpeted, it looked like a living room with windows on three sides.
The view of the marina was glorious!
Sir then took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes and said a very good friend of his was going to visit me today, here on the boat.
He said the man would take my dress off so he could see my nude body. I was getting excited!
He said the man was going to have his way with me, and I was to allow him to do whatever he wanted. I was to be respectful, compliant, and willing with his friend.
There were just two things I needed to know before his friend got there.
The first was that his friend was not a good looking man. He was short, fat, bald, and not good looking in the face.
Repulsion must have showed on my face. Sir smiled and said his friend was a wonderful person, and a dear friend of Sir's. I relaxed...a little!
Then I asked what the second thing was.
Sir said His friend had the biggest cock he had ever seen on a man! Sir has played in groups for years, and has probably seen a lot of big hard cocks, and I was impressed, but didn't have a frame of reference for a cock bigger than Sir's.
Then Sir told me that If his friend's cock was too big for me, that I could speak freely and say I didn't want him to fuck me.
Ok, this got my attention! HOW FUCKING BIG WAS THIS MAN'S COCK?