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!!!