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!!!!