So, about that stroll

"Is the plug in?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I want you go and take a walk outside. Wear a dress"

...Wait, what?!

This was not, as one might have gathered, the product of my own twisted, kinky mind. It takes a more refined and perverse mind than my own to come up with such a thought. I suppose that's why I'm a sub and not a Dom.

Several toughts came crashing at the same time. That now would be a great time to get extremely sleepiy and just have to log off. That certainly, the gentleman was insane. That "Oh, hell no!". But mostly, and strongest of them all, what if I did it. How would I feel?

And so I agreed. There is a point where nervous mixes with dizziness, where air doesn't seem to combine with my lungs the way it should.

My hand shook on the door knob, screaming at me that there was time to still go back. That however, what not in the least surprising.

What shock me, even as I took that first step out outside, gauging and cringing at the number of people that seemed to be out, was how the rest of my body was responding.

My pussy tightned with every breath I took. My nipples pressed hard against my bra. All of my body seemed extra aware of itself.

I took small steps. I wanted to run and get it over it, go back inside where it was safe and cozy and not humiliating. But I knew running would only make it weirder. And so I lifted my chin up and did my best at what I considered to be steady, confident steps.

Does anyone have any idea how hard that is when there's a whip shoved up your ass and you're wearing no knickers?

Because it is. Especially, oh, especially, when your body has decided it does not give a crap that your mind is dying of shame. Especially when the whip tickles your ass and your tighs so deliciously and your cunt seems to jump and throb with every step. I could feel the stickiness in my tighs as I walked. The betrayal of my arousal ass it spread and drip from my pussy.

I was wet. I was soaking. I was terrified that soon that would be visible as well. But the more terrified I was, the wetter it got. At a point, I had to stop and pretend to look for something in my purse, as I tried to cross my legs not too awkwardly. The throbbing, you see, had become so frequent and so strong, I was afraid I might orgasm in the middle of the street.

And my mind is still screaming "Make it stop, make it stop, of please, make it stop." Everyone was looking. I was sure everyone was looking. How could they not? There's a woman walking down the street with something in her ass and a runny pussy.

I was close to the end of the street. I took a few more unsteady steps. I turned around. "Breathe," I thought. "Just breathe". And then a tought, that both caught me unaware and made me wonder how it had not been there before: "Master will be so proud when he learns."

And perhaps, just perhaps, my chin lifted a bit higher and there was an extra spring in my step as I returned home.

This is how she felt that stroll. I miss her, indeed.