Public obedience


I opened the box Milord sent to me. It came with a note:  STRIP OUT OF YOUR CLOTHING, ATTACH THIS GIFT APPROPRIATELY, PUT ON A SUNDRESS AND SHOES. MEET ME AT OUR FAVORITE RESTAURANT AT 630.

I blinked. Several questions popped into my mind. Was he serious?? (Of course he was!) Which favorite restaurant?

As I followed his instructions, I decided that since he’d said a DRESS and since it was evening, he probably meant Clearly Clean, a vegetarian restaurant downtown. That meant I would have to walk three blocks, catch a bus and ride six block, or call an Uber. He hadn’t left specific directions, so I called the Uber.

As I sat in the back seat of a stranger’s car, I wiggled uncomfortably. The clips were rubber coated, but still pinched like a bitch! Both of my nipples and my clit were in agony. The clips were also clearly visible through my sundress! I HATE when he makes me do this, but I also love it.

As soon as I walked into Clearly Clean, Jenny, the hostess, glanced at my extended nipples and my read face.

“Right this way, please,” she said, and lead me to a small, private room on the second floor.

Milord sat at the only table in the room. He stood, kissed me, thanked Jenny, and held the chair for me. Cautiously, I sat. Moments later, a large salad and a glass of water was placed in front of me. We ate in silence.

When the plates were taken away, Milord stood and held out his hand. I grasped it and stood, wobbling.

“Show me your obedience,” he commanded.

Blushing, I quickly glanced around the room then lifted my dress, exposing my body and breasts to his view.

“Excellent,” he said then yanked the clips free of my body.

I cried out from the pain and felt my labia and thighs drench with my own liquid. He spun me around, my dress still upraised, and bent me over the chair.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my love, but I feel the need to spank you. Remain silent.”

I bit my lips and moaned as he used his hand on my upturned bottom over and over. Finally, when I was beginning to cry, he reached over, covered my mouth with his hand, and unzipped his trousers. He fucked me hard and silent, entering me fully and deeply. I squealed, coming immediately.

It didn’t take long for him to come as well, filling me with his creaminess. When he finished, he helped me stand and adjust my dress, his come running down my leg. He kissed me softly, told me he was proud of me, then walked me to his car.

Can I just say nothing makes me feel more loved than these unexpected encounters!

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