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Public Exposure

By: ChristinaSophia



Acting out or Dom-sub relationship in public is something we were both interested in. I had suggested it because it had been a fantasy of mine for a while, thinking that you might have me wear a butt plug or perhaps nipple clamps under my clothes. You liked the suggestion very much.

You had me wear one of my butt-plugs to work several times in the past. You had mentioned your intention vaguely, and then suddenly decided to act on it. It must have been a couple months ago, you stopped me as I was leaving.

"I want you to bend over the table, slave, and spread your legs wide apart for me." I did as you instructed me and bent over, my chest and arms against the table. "Are you wet? Are you a wet slut?"

"Yes, Master."

You moved behind me and I could feel your erection pressing against my ass. Slowly, you slid my skirt up around my waist, exposing my ass, still glowing and red from the spanking you had given me the night before. You could just see a bit of my shaved cunt; you never permit me to wear knickers, except sometimes when you like me to wear your boxers.

I felt two fingers slide into my pussy, sliding through my juices. Moving your fingers slowly, you fingered me until I began to moan and was relaxed, and then I felt pressure against my butt hole. You thrust my biggest plug right into me and waited, holding your hand still. My body braced under the unexpected force stretching my anus, and then relented as I felt it jolt home. I relaxed again. You fucked me over the table, and then sent me off to the office.

You never tell me when you wish to do this, inserting one of various sized plugs between my round cheeks before I leave and only releasing me of it at your wish, when we were both home again in the evening. And how I love to be filled by you, feeling the plug inside me all day, reminding me of you and your control over me.

You always do like surprises, especially when you are surprising me. This day was to be another of your surprises, something you had thought of since I started wearing the plug under my skirt-suits.

We have been in the busy bar for perhaps an hour. We are to meet some friends of yours, but we are very early; this was your plan. After getting another round of drinks for us, I request to use the bathroom. Over the noise of the crowded bar you ask me, "Have you ever been in a men's bathroom, slave?" I shake my head, no. "Use the men's."

Obediently, I go and use the men's bathroom. Some of the occupants, lined along the urinals, look at me curiously, but none stop me or speak with me as I use an empty cubical, wash my hands and leave. I am more than sure that they have seen stranger things.

You smile as I sit back down beside you. "Good girl."

We finish our drinks and I offer to go to the bar again. You tell me not yet, and instruct me to follow you. Worming our way through the crowds, you lead me back towards the men's bathroom. You hold the door open and indicate for me to go in first.

Inside, only three men line the wall of urinals and the cubicles are empty. I stand for a moment, trying not to look at the men or make them nervous. As you begin to caress me and kiss me, the men drift out and leave us alone. You push me into a cubical and lock the door.

Grabbing my breasts, you mould them through my blouse and twist my nipples beneath your thumb and forefinger. With your right hand, you reach down and feel that my crotch is soaked with my fluids. "Gooood," you growl, throwing down the lid of the toilet with a clatter.

You unzip your trousers and pull them down to your ankles, your throbbing cock bobbing tantalisingly. Putting one hand on my head, you push me to my knees and run your fingers through my hair, and then push my mouth toward you.

You fuck your dick between my lips for a moment. We listen to the sounds of men coming and going, using the bathrooms and leaving without noticing us. I can feel your dick getting harder in my mouth, pushing faster as you hold my head still in your grasp. 

Pushing me away roughly, you pull me to my feet by my hair and spin me to face the door. You take a scarf from your pocket and bind my hands tightly behind my back, and then take another and gag me. Turning from me, you sit on the toilet. "Sit on my cock, slave."

I position myself dutifully on your solid cock, although it is difficult because of my ties, and fuck you harder and harder as you moan and twist my nipples. We can hear the noises of other men using the bathroom, slamming the doors, and hear the music from in the bar grow loader and quieter again as the door swings open and closed.

My own cries are muffled through the gag, but as I begin to fuck you faster, nearing my own orgasm, the toilets seem to quieten. I moan against the scarf and you whisper, "Cum, my sweet." I feel sweat trickle down my back and my juices on my thighs as I begin to cum.

As we step out of the cubicle, a little red in the face, I see that three men are stood, staring at us. They watch us as you lead me out, telling me that I have pleased you and that having an audience was delightful.

We struggle to find a table for a few minutes, but finally get one in a quiet corner and sit down with our drinks. We talk for a while, chatting, while I am still catching my breath. Seeing the men looking at me in that lustful, jealous way- knowing that they wanted me- was exhilarating. And as ever, I do love to please my Master.

Public Exposure Ch. 02



It is still early in the evening, and soon three friends arrive and join us at our table. One pair is a Mistress and her slave- a couple you have known for some time. The other is a stranger to both of us; a tall man with brown hair and grey eyes, he smiles at us as he sits down and looks at us carefully.

"This is Simon," the woman explains. You look at him warily. "He's just starting out on the scene, still exploring as a new Dom. I'm showing him round, introducing him to people."

You smile and send me to fetch more drinks from the bar. I'm aware that while I'm gone you, the mistress and Master Simon discuss me, but this is none of my business. What you discuss of me with other doms is nothing for me to concern myself with.

While waiting for the drinks, a man approaches me and sits down on a stool beside me. He looks at me for a moment before speaking: "You were the girl in the toilets, right?" I nod. He watches me for a moment and I try not to look at him. "Sexy." I get the drinks and leave.

Back at the table, you are telling Master Simon what had happened. He nods, smiling. "How long have you had her?"

"Oh, about two years now."

"Nice. I'm surprised you haven't taken her in public before now. Sweet girl like her."

The mistress raises an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"

"Sweet thing like her...needs to be shown off."

"I know exactly what you mean," you say. "Did you like to please me in public, slave?"

"Yes, Master. It was thrilling to be so exposed, where people might find us and think it rude."

You turn back to Master Simon. "It's not exactly her first taste of public exposure, anyway. I make her wear a butt plug or sometimes nipple clamps. And I'm quite sure that on some days the ladies' loos at work are permanently occupied by her, masturbating."

"How interesting," Master Simon says, obviously intrigued.

"I wish I could be paid for cumming," the mistress says. You and Master Simon laugh with her, her large breasts heaving in her tight top as she laughs loudly. As she quietens, she observes, "You seem quite interested by the young slave, Simon."

It's clear that he doesn't know what to say.

"Would you like to try her?" you ask.

For a moment he looks too startled to speak. "I...uhm...what do you mean?"

"Slave?" I turn to you. "I want you to go under the table and suck Master Simon off."

Over the noise of the bar, I'm not sure I hear you properly at first, but the look on your face says so much more and I know what you wish of me. "Yes, Master."

Thankfully the bar has a bohemian feel about it, and the owners had thrown heavy, dyed cloths over the tables and they drape three quarters of the way to the floor. If anybody looked down, they would see that someone was under the table on their hands and knees, but the chances of being seen add to the excitement.

You have seen that Master Simon is quite taken by me, and my only thoughts lie in pleasing you. You have leant me to others only once before, so I am somewhat nervous as I slide out of my seat and onto my knees, but you like to remind me what a slave I am, that I am yours and you decide such things as who my body might be given to.

Above my head, the conversation continues and you tell Master Simon that you would like for me to please him. I unzip his trousers and find that his cock is already hard. I pull it out through the slit in the front of his boxers and run my fingers along the veins, feeling them throb.

I circle my finger around the head of his penis and then taste my finger. He already has precum on him. Holding him, I lick up the length of his cock and feel his hips twitch and shudder. His hand slides under the cloth and brushes my face gently, edging me forward.

Under the tablecloth, I can see people moving around in the bar. The noises remind me constantly of where I am, how exposed I really am. The thud of the music, the laughter, the clatter of glasses and the shuffle of feet: I could not forget where I am.

With one hand on his balls, rolling and toying with them, I push the head against my tightened lips, forcing it into slowly my clasped mouth. I can only imagine what his face is like, your reactions, and if other people have noticed as I flick my tongue across his cock and move my lips along its length.

As I move my head faster, up and down over his cock, I grope his balls and feel his hand slide through my hair. He takes a handful of my hair, pulling at it insistently, and begins to cum quickly.

As he cums in my mouth, I feel another hand run through my hair, but stroking me rather than holding me. His hand slides away as his body relaxes and I swallow the load of cum he had shot onto my tongue.

As I kneel up, I realise that the other hand was that of the mistress. She pulls me up to sit beside her. As I scrambled onto a seat and sat up again, wiping the corners of my mouth and straightening my hair, I see someone has joined us.

The man from the bar, who had watched us in the bathroom and loved it, was sat opposite me.

"Slave," you say above the noise, looking from me to him, "your submission is not quite over for the night."