The Sub Who Loves To Come In Public

The Sub Who Loves To Come In Public

“Do it now little one or your bottom shall be feeling the result of your disobedience for days to come.”   

As I walked quietly down the road, I felt my blushes rise from my décolletage, up my neck to reach my cheeks…the other ones.  Still I hesitated…I felt everyone around me was aware of what was being asked of me.  It was purely selfish on His part…requesting something which was so far out of my comfort zone.  But why shouldn’t he? I was His to play with as he chose to, and today, this was his game.

“I will be there in ten minutes, I want you on your knees, dripping wet from orgasm and waiting with your mouth ready for my hard cock.”

But it was so public, I thought.  Unrequested an image of his hands wrapped up in my hair, pulling himself into my mouth filled my head.  My stomach and womb suddenly clinched as though someone has punched me…I would never get used to that affect he has on my insides.  He turns me to goo, I melt at the merest thought of his hardness.  I knew that from that one pull inside of me I would be drenched.  Frankly, after that I would have to do as I was told anyway, because I couldn’t very well be wearing these panties for the rest of the afternoon now. 

“Ten minutes”, he repeated.  I didn’t have long.

I dashed to where I had been commanded to go – the lingerie shop on the high street.  I picked up something I knew he would like and made a run for the till where I paid for the cute little white lace pants.  In a bid to make what was coming a little more subtle, I grabbed a handful of items and made my way to the changing room – the one I was told to use.  Furthest from the till, just tucked away, hidden behind a large rack of S&M type clothing.  Perfect.

As I entered the small, compact space I felt another internal thrill at what was about to happen.  He pushed my to my limits – public spaces make me wary, especially in instances like this.  He loves the thrill, he loves to see my squirm as I try to reign in my discomfort at the situation, but it works for him.  He loves me to squirm. 

I pull off the clothes I am wearing and allow them to sink to the floor, with me close behind them.  On my knees now facing the full length mirror I turn my fingers attention to my clit, my soaking pussy, my desperate need.  Being in a lingerie store, the lighting is as perfect as you can get in a public place and for that I am thankful.  It allows me to fully appreciate myself in the mirror…the wanton look in my eyes, the heaviness of breath forcing my ribcage to push out and my breasts to heave just a little in response. 

My fingers are now in my favourite place, two opening my clit up for the world, one working over it…forcing it to listen and urging it to give me the gift I know it can: overwhelming and utter bliss…in about a minute and a half.  I’m suddenly aware that time is pressing on; he’ll be here any moment.  The pressure to perform would usually stem my orgasm, but today, I was already half gone before I had even started.  His words on the phone to me earlier were ringing through my head – urging my body on faster.  His commands for me to come hard in public with strangers just a step outside the curtain, the possibility of a shop assistant opening up the thin piece of material separating wanton little me from the world…and what she might do if she did.  Join me?  Help me come harder with her own fingers? Her tongue? Whilst i sat on the stool in the corner of the tiny space, her head between my legs, forcing my body to come for her? 

At that thought, the orgasm was overwhelming and instant…no slow build here and just as he entered, my head was rocked back, my mouth open in silent cries, eyes tight shut, body and mind lost in bliss. He took the opportunity of my positioning to unzip quickly, take my face and push his cock into my willing mouth.  Still heady and hazy from the intensity of my orgasm, I was desperate to continue the rush of endorphins so I sucked.  I sucked hard and fast and his hands, just as I imagined they would be, held my head in place whilst he worked my lips up and down the hard length of him.  I was so caught up I forgot about the curtain separating us from the world, I forgot I was naked aside from the merest slip of white lace, i forgot that anyone could ask if I needed another size or if they could give me a hand any second….I simply forgot. 

I knew this had been a fantasy for him for as long as I knew him and as such it would not take him long – and it didn’t.  His orgasm was silent and forceful.  I choked on his cock and his cum as he pushed hard to the back of my throat, but the head expanding in size as it squirted its delicious contents down my throat made me gag…I couldn’t help it.  I loved it, but natural reactions are exactly that – natural. 

He glared down at me…I flicked my eyes up – the shame.  They will have heard that – no doubt.  My fingers were still on my clit.  I had been on such a orgasmic high that my body had all but frozen in place.  The sudden shock of having no doubt been caught lit something up in me…something I had not felt before.  A penchant for danger…for being heard…for being seen.  He removed himself from my mouth and saw my fingers working hard over my clit, delving into my wet cunt before returning to their job.  I bit my lip hard, I closed my eyes, I glanced back up at him checking that this was ok.  It was. 

He gripped my upper arm and pulled my up off of my knees, turned me to face the wall and rested me on it with my forehead, allowing my two hands to continue their demanding job. 

His hands then began to work their own magic.  His first two fingers entered my pussy from behind and flicked up to hit my g-spot.  I gasped with the new sensation as it rushed over me…they are going to be opening this curtain any second, I can’t keep myself silent.   Next the thumb of the same hand pushed against my asshole which was wet from my post orgasm juice.  He must know that I cannot possibly remain quiet if this is the type of orgasm he is serving up to me?  The intensity of pleasure with ass play is too much for me…too much but oh so good.  He’ll be lucky if i don’t scream.  Oh my god, they’re going to find us…me with my ass thrust out, him fingering me in every feasible way. 

His fingers and thumb pushed me on, forcing me toward what I could feel was going to be an avalanche of a climax.  As it grew to its final pitstop before I was to crumble into a shivering, writhing wreck and came all over his fingers, his other hand reached around to my mouth and forced its way inside.  I bit hard as my insides disintegrated.  My breathing none the less was coming out hard and tortured, my throat struggled to contain my cries and as the second wave rose as his thumb pulled out and pushed back inside my ass deeply I moaned.  Only for a second…but there was no denying that sound. 

The curtain flew back…a gorgeous woman looked in and as she took in what she was seeing, her eyes widened, changing from anger to shock and the merest hint of desire.  I was in the heat of an orgasm and therefore useless and unable to react to anything other than that which my body was receiving from him.  He was as calm as ever, as though nothing untoward was occurring on her shop floor and as we both looked at her, he pulled and pushed his fingers and thumb into and out of me one last time and I gave up…I moaned hard.  I closed my eyes for a second as the pleasure hit me, and then reopened them…training them on her.  Our voyeur.  I saw her swallow hard…I saw her take a last glimpse of my body and his, attached only by pleasure inducing fingers and she drew back the curtain. 

My body, radiating heat and bliss in an alarming way could not understand what had just happened or what it should do now.  I was turned on like never before – being watched as I came hard by someone other than him was alarming and incredible as one.  I was hooked on this previously terrifying experience.

As we dressed and existed the shop, she could not look at us.  She blushed deeply, but as we walked past the window outside I glanced back and saw her watching after us, biting her lip, her hand holding the base of her throat.  She knew what we were about.  And no doubt we would be back.  We had found our first voyeur.   


For TiedUpKitten

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Our Final Hour. For You.

Our Final Hour. For You.

I’ll always remember I’ll never forget
All I have learned from You, and yet

After You helped me to flourish until
I no longer needed but wanted You still,
You let me go free to walk tall on my own
To be all that I am and get by all alone.

But although our ways parted – our time had a limit
My life would be darker had You not been in it.

We were granted a precious gift weren’t we you see,
I was made to change You and You to change me

Your influence on me – life changing and pure,
But what You’ve got from me, I’m far less sure…

Where once You were strong and steadfast in Your thoughts, Your actions, Your mindset and all that You taught

Now You flounder inside and it kills me to see, that You are left less than what You should be.

To me You’re amazing, so honest and true, but I feel I have broken what once was my You

My love pried You open and left your heart bare, now you’re vulnerable to life without me there to care.

I worried that now with no future for us
Our contact was making it harder to trust
That what we had was real – was it? Or a game? A fantasy life with me there to tame

And You there to master and show me Your power
‘Til our set time was up – our sad final hour.

For unknown to me you had plans beyond us

And that broke my heart and my spirit was crushed


Though it jars me to say it – my instincts are flared and it stabs at my heart and my sub is left scared,
I know what is real now – what I need to do
And that, my sweet Sir, is move on…without you.

Thank you.
Yours Forever.
sub – brat – princess – pet – slave…all of us.

And me  x