There’s something amazing about being public and open about being a submissive slut. Just the looks I get from Dominant men as I wear my collar to the stores or the ones that can tell that my tits are all bound up under the shirts I wear. There’s something intriguing about it.
The other day when I was out getting groceries at the market, I was approached by this tall dark handsome man. “Hello dear, my name is Mark” he whispered into my ear. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as I whimpered like a dirty little slut right there in the middle of the store.
“I want you to finish shopping, and put your groceries away. Then stand by the side of your car patiently waiting for me,” he said without a second thought before walking away.
I quickly finished my shopping and hurried out to my car. Standing there after putting everything in the trunk, my hands together behind my back as I waited. Thinking to myself if this was really a situation I wanted to put myself in.
“Hello, my little slut.” He said, my heart beginning to race. At this point, I knew I was fucked. “Strip,” he said, and I quickly obliged, my face becoming a deep red color as I knew anyone walking by could see.
“Good girl,” he said softly, my heart racing as I looked up at him biting my lip. His hand reached out to toy with my nipple. “Impressive work, do it yourself?” he asked admiring the ropes tied firmly around my breasts and chest. Nodding I whimpered feeling him pinching my swollen achy nipple.
“Bend over the hood, I’m going to take you now,” he said motioning in the direction he wanted me to move. Shakily I moved, bending over my ass in the air as I anxiously waited for his touch. Looking up, I noticed he was gone. He left.
Will I ever see him again, I’ve thought of him non stop since the last time.
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