I sit in the car, my legs are cold and my nipples hard. All thanks to my doms insurance I wear a skirt with no tights for this outing in January. I can’t really complain, considering she’s wearing a much shorter mini skirt that lets me see the curve of her ass as she shifts in the driver’s seat of the parked car in the mall’s parking lot. Her socks sit just above her knees, leaving most of her thighs exposed where she balances a Small towel with the new toy on them. My Dom smiles, enjoying herself as she picks up the vibrator and slowly rubs lube over the insertable vibrator. ‘Pull up your skirt and spread your legs for me’ she commands while I’m still nervously adjusting my sleeps covering my cuffs.
Until right then I didn’t realize how much I was squirming my thighs against one another, already moist anticipation of my first public sub outing. Black panties pulled aside, she appreciates my wetness for her as she sinks the vibrator into her property.
As we get out ofthe car into the cold winter air, I actually try to push the toy as deep as it can go. My biggest fear outside of exploding into an audible orgasm during this outing is the toys somehow slipping out in front of a mall filled with people. The vibrator slipping past my thighs and landing loud, damp and flopping on the ground for all to see. I need to be good; I need to be careful.
As we entered the gratefully Very busy mall the toy turned on and I felt a deep victory in unexpected patterns play in my pelvis, with a lighter victory tensioning on my clip from the external portion. I hang onto my Doms arm as my clip starts to slowly pulse to life. I press the larger soft curves of my body against her lithe arm. She leads me, gleefully unhurried, through the stores under the still hung twinkling holiday lighting in contrast to the cold mall glow.
Her eyes light up with my disappoint and make me tell stories just to grin wide and watch my distraction and fluttered breath asI try to hold my composition. I keep losing my place as she teas me about how distanced I seem to be. Several times, we turn into an isolated corner, and I’m suddenly shoved against a wall or pillar. She grabs my hair or holds my face, letting my pussy sink down onto her waiting thigh. I slide from just above the top of her socks to the bulge of my Dom’s lady cock. My soaked panties must have left a trail behind. I feel small, dirty and desperate as my breath heavens helplessly. All under the consumption, piercing gaze of a Goddess. Her beautiful face is calm and satisfied, yet hungry as she decides how to play with me next.
By the time we reach the food court I’m obviously flushed and perspiring while my Dom continues to reveal in my struggle to stay composed. Any moment I let my mind Wonder my body would slowly but inevitably begin climaxing. Absolutely not allowed without permission. As we ate from a ramen stall a hand gracefully slipped under my ass. Dom cups me with her long fingerrs so she could feel the vibration and whisper her own pleasures and excitement into my ear. Sitting down in the booth intensifies the clitoral portion of the vibrator. As I hold on desperately to my own composition I skip my hand onto my Doms exposed tigh under the table. I rub, grab and sink my fingers into her flesh occasionally running my finger up to her own throbbing cropch or down to slip my finger tips under the top edge of her knees high socks. Fuck, I was to pull them off with my teeth and worship her. Let me self go fully, climaxing under her approving pursuits of ‘good, yes, yes, yes, yes’. I slipped, my breathing falseters as I bend over my katsu curry, desperately trying to keep the pleasure from overtaking me. That will require punishment later. I ate quickly as my Dom ate slowly and joked around back staying for the trivia night. I wait patiently as she delights in each of my twitches, squirms, and gasps as I fail to suppress waves of my own pleasure. She savored them all. It’s torurous in my lack of control and I adore my Dom for it.
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