"Show me." There's something about the command that makes Jane feel so deliciously slutty; Dominic knows full well that for all the relative seclusion of the quiet alcove, the setting is still far too public for her to risk any kind of really exhibitionistic display. If she wants to follow his command--and after over a year of willingly submitting to his deep hypnotic conditioning, 'want' barely even enters into it anymore--she's going to have to tug her panties over to one side like a horny bitch too impatient to put her legs together long enough to undress herself. She's going to have to sit there, skirt flipped up, underwear hooked in her thumb, showing her messy cunt to her Master and uncomfortably aware that a stranger could walk by at any moment.
Of course she does it. She can't meet his implacable gaze, she has to stare down meekly at the shoes she shined this morning while she pulls up her skirt to her waist and her hips wriggle and squirm like a schoolgirl desperate for permission to use the restroom... but she shows him her pink satin panties. She hears him let out an almost imperceptible chuckle of approval, and instantly Jane knows she must have a visible wet spot where her arousal leaked out; it doesn't surprise her, but it heightens that hot, sticky tension that makes her face go bright red with embarrassment and her pussy throb with desire. Dominic always makes her feel this way, shy and slutty at the same time, and she can't stop loving it.
"Well?" he asks, his stern tone laced with amused flirtation, and Jane lets out a tiny whimper of excitement as she pulls her panties over to reveal her slick, puffy labia. It's all she can do not to use her free fingers to rub her pussy lips--she can still recall the way that just moments ago his hypnotic spell left her shuddering in helpless desire on the padded bench, so desperate to be fucked that she couldn't stop herself from babbling out a lustful daydream of being taken by his cock right there in the open where anyone could walk by instead of waiting until they could get back to the privacy of their hotel room. The delightful mortification she feels from being exposed like this doesn't mitigate that arousal at all. It only enhances it.
Jane keeps her head down, staring directly at the reflective surface of Dom's shoes, acutely aware of the heat radiating from her chubby cheeks. "Does it please you, Master?" she murmurs, her voice barely louder than a whisper in the quiet of the alcove. She can literally feel her pussy leaking, each tiny wet dribble of musk leaving her in erotic torment as it trickles centimeter by teasing centimeter down her sensitive skin. She knows she's going to leave a wet spot on the bench by the time they're done, and her only consolation is that she'll be able to wipe it off the waterproof vinyl with the tissues she keeps in her purse.
If Master lets her. Oh god. She'll have to ask for permission to clean it up. Even though she knows that her lover is far too conscientious to leave a mess like that behind for someone else to take care of, just the thought of having to beg him to wipe away the evidence of her arousal makes Jane gasp with sudden, aching need. And of course that only makes her cunt gush all the more. If Jane looked down, she's certain she'd see a slowly spreading puddle of musk, but embarrassment and lust have locked her gaze on the one thing that won't make things worse. She's so focused on Dominic's shoes that they've practically hypnotized her by this point.
It almost startles her when they move, as Dominic takes a step forward and places two fingers on the cleft between her soaking labia. "It pleases me very much, pet," he purrs, his voice husky with warm approval at the slick sensation under his fingertips. Jane chokes back a squeal of excitement, scarcely even daring to breathe as she feels him slide deeper into her wet pussy and churn her musk into a messy froth before pulling out. "It pleases me very much indeed." Jane can't help letting out a mewl of transparent need, but she doesn't want to beg for more. Not yet. She still wants to cling to the illusion of dignity; it makes it all the more hot when her Master finally strips it away from her.
He reaches up and puts his fingers to Jane's mouth, pressing them lightly but insistently against her lips until she feels an insistent compulsion to suck. She knows this is part of her programming, an oral fixation that makes her horny as goddamn fuck every time she feels something fill her wet suckhole, but that doesn't prevent her from bobbing her head back and forth lewdly in an eager parody of fellatio. Jane loves following her Master's suggestions. Often, she's the one who suggested them to him to suggest to her in the first place.
