Discrete, Public BDSM

Milord has very strong feelings regarding BDSM in public – as do I! BDSM is NOT for everyone. I can’t think of one single thing – not ice cream, not high heels, not dogs – that EVERYONE likes, let alone something as personal and often socially unacceptable as BDSM. Besides, we both have a strict “let’s let the kids discover this for themselves when they’re ready” philosphy. This does not, however, mean that we do not practice BDSM in public. On the contrary, we do – often! We just do so discretely. Today was such a day. Milord asked if I would like to engage if full on, 24 hours, total D/s today. I didn’t hesitate – hells to the yes!! We started, as is right and good, with me giving Milord a phenomenal (his word) blow jotumblr_ojrn2x5drn1v60uzao1_1280b which included deep throat, licking his glorious balls, massaging his perineum with my finger, me getting so wet I left a mark a the white carpet, and him coming down my throat. With that delightful first task completed, Milord returned the favor and, using his mouth and fingers, got me off five times! I was sweating, my thighs drenched, and my legs jell-o like. He glanced at the clock and told me to stand up, we had an appointment. I asked where, which earned me a nice, hard spanking over his knee. If he wanted me to know, he’d tell me! Then, he handed me a body harness and helped me into it. I would wear this for the next 24 hours. Over this I slipped on a pretty dress then black pumps. The harness was tight and not terribly comfortable, but oh did I love it! It was like having His hands on me constantly. We walked from our home to town. The people around us had no idea that  beneath the normal dress I wore was a device which reinforced Milord’s dominion over me. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face! I was DYING to know where we were going, but I knew better (now) than to ask.  I looked at him, though, when we entered the hardware store.

“Okay, so this isn’t exactly an appointment, but rather a task,” he said. “Here’s twenty dollars. Your task is to purchase something for binding, something for clamping, something for inserting, something for marking, and something for soothing. You are to get as close to $20.00 as possible because for each cent you go under, you will get receive one mark with whatever you have chosen. If you go over, you will receive 5 marks for every cent you go over.” My mouth opened in shock. “You have fifteen minutes. You’ll receive 10 marks for every 10 seconds you go over time.”

OMG!!! I grabbed the money and took off. How much fun was this!!! I first grabbed a mid-sized dowel rod – that would work for marking. I threw in a clothesline for binding, a bag of clothes pins for clamping, some Working Hands hand cream for soothing, but I was stumpted on what to get for insertion because I didn’t really know where he would like to insert!!Then inspiration struck! A set of screwdrivers with varying sizes of handles!!! I rushed to the check out and watched anxiously as the cashier checked me out – $19.28. I grinned up at Milord and he laughed, pleased.

Hand in hand we headed back home. I was so eager, I stumbled and one of my shoes fell off. He picked up the shoe, then picked up me! He placed me on a bench, knelt before me and put my shoe back on. This sweet older woman stopped and complimented him on being such a gentleman. It was nice, she said, to see that old fashioned ideas had not disappeared entirely. He smiled at her, bowed, took her hand and kissed the back of it, then said, “Thank you, Ma’am. I always try to take very good care of my lady.”

Oh – if she only knew!!f288062b137716dcae4c7202b2651bdf

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