I sit in a chair, in a crowded room. Lots of strange faces, unknown to you. You stand in front of me, always ready to work towards earning your collar.
My instructions crisp and clear. Remove your clothes. Slowly. Very slowly. This isn’t for your pleasure. This is for mine and the dozens of strangers now milling in closer to watch.
You stand there. Naked. Hands over your body, your vulnerability really showing. Hushed whispers of those watching us not quite legible, but the whispers seem excited to witness this beautiful scene unfold in front of them.
I motion you to kneel. You slowly drop to the floor, assuming a beautiful submissive pose. I stand up out of the chair and walk over to you. You look up at me, eyes on fire. Desire and lust shining from within you.
I nod. You reach up and begin to unzip me. Slowly unzip. Your hands massage my growing cock through my jeans. You hear strangers behind you, admiring the way your cunt leaks as your excitement to serve me builds.
I stop you. Walk around you. Inspecting my property. You hold your head high. Proud. You love being inspected. To be admired for the stunningly beautiful submissive you are. My spectacular willing little whore.
I reach down, feeling the wetness between your legs. You are fucking saturated. Such a needy little fucking whore. Needing to serve. Needy to submit. Needing to please. Needing to provide pleasure.
I pull you up onto your hands and knees. My hand slides from your cunt to your asshole, using your own juices as lube. You hear me unzip the rest of the way and you feel the thickness of my cock placed against your tight little asshole.
You hear me utter the words
“Beg for my cock in front of all these people, little whore...”