My Public Sluttery - Slut Roxi's perspective

My heart was racing Mistress!! Only now, reflecting on all that happened, do I realise what amazing exposure I endured. Finding myself in the toilet cubicle, boots, jeans, socks and shirt off and bra on, to realise that my blouse was in the car and then to have to hurriedly put on my jeans, boots and polo shirt to retrieve it, while my ‘breasts’ protruded prominently from under the polo shirt. Having to think quickly and imagining people noticing ‘my breasts’ was amazing!!

Then to venture back in to the cubicle and realise everybody there could see my stockinged legs and stilettos under the cubicle door, including the father who brought his young son to go to the toilet. My legs raised to ensure neither of them could glimpse my slutty attire.

I was seriously on edge as time whizzed by and I applied my nail polish, knowing I would struggle to get to the booth before the meal, only to get your text saying our dinner had arrived. Waiting interminably for the nail polish to dry before venturing out and taking my photo, and being discovered by a man coming into the toilets. I wonder what he was thinking? I know I was praying he would not raise an alarm (but on reflection I wonder what would have happened if he’d knocked on the cubicle door and demanded his cock to be worshipped in exchange for his silence.)

Then with my heart racing, trying to look nonchalant and striding as confidently as I could in six inch, patent, platform, stripper heels to the booth, only to find a relaxed young man beside you, and you with a smile on your face – not sure if it was friendly or a little fiendish in intent.

I was seriously famished and wolfed down my salad, distracted by the jalapenos which ignited my taste buds. When finished, of course following your direction to get under the table and pleasure our dining companion, which I did my best to do in very confined circumstances. All the while I could see from under the table to the crowd bar, where numbers of people sat and could have clearly seen my efforts under the table as it was at their eye level.

Thank goodness no-one noticed, or at least reacted and I surfaced. I wonder what would have happened if a guy or girl had noticed and come up to ask for some special attention of their own! No option but for me to do as I am instructed, no matter the humiliation!!

I reapplied my lipstick under orders, imagining it smeared, all without a mirror. Mistress Bianca then had me collect my overnight bag and clipping a leash to my collar ring bade me follow behind her as we headed down the three steps, me tottering on skyscraper stripper heels, under the scrutinising gaze of bar patrons – I imagine they all wondered my story and what they would do with me if they had their way. As we turned right at the bottom of the steps and headed across the crowded outdoor area I noticed groups of people, particularly young women staring at me.

Did I look like the SLUT I imagined I looked like and secretly wanted to be?

I followed Mistress and travelled by car to a nearby park where it was dark and I followed Mistress closely secured by leash, with my towering spike heels digging deeply into the soft grass. We headed towards a bench seat in the darker area of the park and I was told to get on my stockinged knees and a guy sat down on the bench in front of me, unzipping and fishing out his cock. Taking it in hand it was semi hard, generous in length and girth. I took it in my eager mouth and worked on getting it to harden. Trying my best oral skills I took him deeper, applying pressure and using my tongue to excite him.

After pleasuring him for a while he indicated he was about to cum, and Mistress Bianca said I was not to swallow but to hold his load in my mouth until instructed to swallow.  I followed instructions completely and held his load in my mouth opening wide for Mistress to tak a photo of my slutty cum receptacle.

By this time another guy was sitting alongside on the bench and Mistress told me to move across and bring him off as well. His cock was a bit smaller and I was determined to give him as much pleasure as possible. Sucking, tongue play and taking him deep throat, I experienced his hardening and approaching climax, which when it happened, filled my mouth with salty nectar. Wondering whether Mistress would want me to swallow or hold his load in my mouth I knew I couldn’t ask in this circumstance so swallowed, fearing the wrath that might ensue. Luckily for me, Mistress Bianca has me stand and straighten my clothes before following her out of the park and back to her dungeon by car.

Cautiously I got out of the car and followed her into the dungeon, hearing a voice inside. I went upstairs and before long another person arrived. Mistress told me she was not going to administer an enema to clean me out. If I was dirty I might be having some dessert to clean it up. My mind went into overdrive. How would I handle this eventuality?

She bade me to go downstairs to the dungeon and when I entered there were two guys inside. Mistress led me to the stocks and secured my neck and wrists with me bent over at 90 degrees. Lifting my tight skirt, she exposed me and one of the guys went to work pounding me mercilessly from behind. I certainly felt like a complete slut. Flashbacks of the experience under the table at the bar and in the park played in my mind as he pounded me over and over, deeper and deeper. I imagined I was on the receiving end of an endless line of men seeking their pleasure and taking it regardless. Like a $5 whore.

The other guy went to work on my sissy clit trying to get it hard. He did a good job and when I was hardened, Mistress had him lie on his back on a bench with his feel in stirrups and wanted me to fuck him. Like a typical submissive slut bottom, I could not keep myself hard and failed to deliver for Mistress Bianca. I hope she will forgive me, for I am really just a vehicle for others’ pleasure.

My mind replayed over and over the experiences of the night. My willing servitude and desire to do whatever Mistress Bianca wanted me to do. How far would I have gone? I don’t know. What I do know is my pleasure is gained from being used to provide pleasure, and otherwise to follow Mistress’s instructions, no matter how humiliating for me.

Days later and my ass pussy is still tender following the pounding I received, while my mind is working incessantly through my slutty experiences.

My mind works overtime on ‘what if’ scenarios. What if I’d been taken to a beauty salon and …. What if I’d been taken to a piercing place and had my nipples pierced or a PA inserted? What if Mistress had taken me to a tattoo shop. I know permanent marking is an agreed hard limit, but there are other things she could do.

Threats of not getting back your male clothes. Not being able to remove your slut collar without a key. Goodness knows what seemingly permanent elements Mistress might dream up which might cause me to push my boundaries. Just as bad where I lose sight or hearing and believe these limits are being exceeded!!! Tantalising.

Mistress Bianca is truly amazing!!!!

HER public sluttery!!

I’d long been aware of my slut’s interest in being publicly humiliated so when I discovered his interest was burning and current, I decided to see how far I could push him/her.I sent an email seeking to entice her out to play… 

Roxi, I would be interested in enacting this scenario with you.

You go to a bar and order a drink for yourself and a water, no ice with lemon for me. With a straw.  Go to the booth at the rear left of the pub. It is reserved. You will find an envelope taped to the underside of the table. Read it. It will redefine who you are…. You will be mine to play with and control until I say it’s over. You will have no say in what happens. Confirm your yearning to fall under my spell.

 

It didn’t take long before my subservient slut responded his/her eager acceptance of my proposal.So the trap was set. I emailed him/her the details and put the arrangements in place. She would indeed be mercilessly challenged by what I had planned.

When slut Roxi arrived at the bar just on the specified 7pm, he was dressed in jeans and boots with a polo shirt. Very much the man. He went to the bar and ordered the drinks as specified. He even corrected the barman, who had put a slice of lime in the glass instead of lemon. Roxi then looked round for the right table and I knew the instructions were open to interpretation. The table at the back left hand corner was occupied by a couple who had only just received their meals. The adjoining table was reserved but was set for four diners. The table on the lower level at the back was also reserved and was not set at all. He sat at the table on the lower level with the drinks while attracting the attention of a waitress and placed the food order.

He had looked under both tables for the message and being unsuccessful, texted me to clarify we were at Table 6. He clumsily arrived at the reserved table juggling his overnight bag and two glasses. S/he did not know that this was one of the easiest challenges s/he would encounter tonight.

Reaching under the table, he located my message and read what he must do…. 

You are required to go into the mens’ toilet with your overnight bag and change into the clothes and toys you brought. I mean you must strip completely. Then insert YOUR butt plug and put on YOUR garter belt and stockings. You must then put on YOUR panties, bra, skirt and blouse. Pick up YOUR socks and pad YOUR bra with them. Slide YOUR feet into the platform stilettos with six inch heels and buckle them up and put YOUR collar round your neck and buckle it too, positioning the O ring to the front, along with YOUR sissy name tag. Make sure it is securely locked. Now for the finishing touches… apply the nail polish to YOUR finger nails and wait for it to fully dry. This will take about 15 minutes. While you are waiting for it to dry, feel YOUR butt plug stretching you wide for me, just like the feeling you are going to experience later, but I will make sure I pound you mercilessly!! Feel the collar firmly around YOUR neck as a mark of your servitude to me. When you are confident your nails are dry, take YOUR lipstick and set it aside. In your overnight bag, place your trousers, shoes, underpants, and shirt. Then zip it closed. Take it with you to the mirror and apply some lipstick… enough to be noticed if someone looks at you. Now time to take a picture and text it to me on 0422 038887. When you have done all this, return to your seat.

He grabbed his overnight bag and walked off to the toilets as directed. After a short time HE reappeared with his bag which he placed in the booth and purposefully strode outside towards his car, returning a few minutes later with his white blouse in hand, sweeping up his bag before departing into the toilets again.

I arrived at the booth soon after and sat down to wait with a friend.  Time marched on and I texted her to find out how she was going as the meals had arrived. She said she had just put on the nail polish and was waiting for it to dry. Five minutes passed before I received her pic via text, to which I responded ‘Very good, Come join us.’  A moment later, she strode out through the door into the bar, confidently up the three stairs and along past about six other booths before reaching our booth. I remember thinking how svelte she was, dressed, in six inch heels and stockings secured to a garter belt around her waspish waist, her black bra showing visibly under her semi-transparent white blouse, a very short stressed tartan skirt showing glimpses of her stocking tops and more. Her slut collar was visible around her neck along with its magenta engraved ID tag with the name ‘Roxi’. It was securely locked in the back and she presented me with the keys. On top she wore a dishevelled auburn wig. Definitely the look of a SLUT that I was looking for. The look on her face was priceless as she saw I was accompanied by a young man, whose face was looking quite contented. 

I noticed we were sitting at a booth in a rather exposed area of the bar. It was well lit and patrons had a clear view of us. After eating our meals I urged her to drink up as she had work to do!! I indicated she was to slide under the table and pleasure our dining companion. She did not hesitate, sliding sideways under the table and manoeuvring to avoid the inconveniently located table leg. I remember thinking that guests seated at the bar could definitely see her under the table if they looked towards us. She proceeded to suck him and get him hard before the angles under the table defeated his efforts to taste our guest’s seed.

Roxi giving head under the table

When Slut Roxi resurfaced I insisted she refresh her lipstick as we had somewhere to be. She took out her lipstick and reapplied it. I attached a leash to her collar ring and told her to grab her things as I stood and we walked down the nearby steps, turned right and walked past a myriad of outdoor diners, with Roxi firmly secured and following obediently behind.

It was a Thursday night – late night shopping – and the place was teaming with shoppers, all of whom had sideways glances at her, striding confidently on her towering stilettos – shameless patent black stripper heels!! What a slut!! Mine and on display to hundreds. Goodness knows how many would secretly have loved to fuck her brains out or pound her slutty mouth given an opportunity. If someone had asked I would have thought about having her take up the offer, but we had somewhere to be. 

Ten minutes later our dinner guest, Roxi and I had reached a local park noted for its nocturnal activities between consenting adults. I led Roxi to the benches at the back of the park and after hoisting her skirt, got her to kneel in front of a very willing local guy who was happy to have her suck him. I warned Roxi to hold his cum in her mouth and not swallow when he blew his load so I could take a photo, which she happily did. She’s very much the willing slut with a passion for her profession.

Make him cum Roxi you slut, but don't swallow

Show me his cum in your mouth Slut!!

Nice pink nails slut!!

Having pleasured the first guy I had her move on to another guy and she went to work pleasuring him with renewed enthusiasm following her earlier success. Her head bobbed up and down furiously, like her life depended on it. She deep-throated him. Before long the second guy blew his load and Roxi slurped it down like an eager slut. Certainly, her second customer of the evening indicated she had done well.

Get that cock deep down your throat your slut, Roxi

I had other arrangements made, so it was time to leave. Roxi followed me as we left the park and ended up back at the dungeon. I had her wait quietly, while I put everything in place. Before long Roxi was securely pinned in my stocks with her arms and head restrained. I lifted her tight skirt and pulled her g-string aside, opening the way for a dominant friend to mercilessly pound his ass until it was uncomfortably sore.

I see you've pulled your pink g-string aside. Now take him like the slut you are Roxi

He must love your tight ass!! It will be weeks before you forget this pounding!!

Hopefully I have given him a taste of what to expect when he surrenders control to me and seeks to experience what it is like to be a crossdressing slut for the night.

I now require her to consider what I have written here and write his memories and feelings from the night. If he does well, it might be an opportunity to explore other opportunities that please me, but always on my terms and for my enjoyment – and his/her torment!!!