I had been hurt so much that I had practically given up on being in a relationship. Here I was, 53 years old, not thin, but not huge either. I stood about 5ft 2in tall, and 42C tits. Don't get me wrong, men asked me out all the time, but I was just so tired of the bullshit in relationships that I just stayed alone. I was never the type to have a one night stand, or a so called fuck buddy, due to the way society standards of a good person. If being a slut was so bad, then why did I want it so much? Was being bad something that turned me on? I decided I would make a point of ... Continue»
Taking my whore for a walk
Before we start, I should give a little explanation. I am a thirty two year old male who is very dominant. I have had several slaves over the last few years but sadly, none have lasted due to my personal dominating style. I am not into whips and chains, or candle wax and handcuffs. I find that those things are rather dull. I like to be a little more creative. I like to take a more hands-on approach. Mostly though, I like to put my slave into humiliating situations and watch how she copes.
Actually, that's not quite right. I like to tell my slave to put herself into the humiliating situation. I like that my slaves are dedicated to me enough, that they will willingly humiliate themselves for my entertainment. Watching them turn themselves into sluts, or, I should say bringing out the inner slut every woman has lurking within her, is my kink.
My most recent slave, a girl in her early twenties called Sam was easily my longest running toy. She probably would still be on her knees right now if she hadn't gotten herself a boyfriend... annoying for me, but that's life I guess. Sam was rather eager to please. Not the prettiest of girls, but a real cock lover and lacking in shame. More importantly, she likes a guy who takes charge and is happy to let herself be abused. On my than one occasion had I turned her ass cheeks black from spanking or slapped her face so hard she actually hit the ground! This turned her on as much as it did me!
Anyway, one night, I had Sam visit me at work. I worked at the time as a night watchman in a local tourist attraction. I had the whole building to myself on a nightly basis. Perfect for bringing in Sam or anyone else I hooked up with online. This night started off as any other. Sam turned up wearing, as commanded by me, a tight vest top and a short, flimsy skirt. Like the good slut she was, she dutifully got to her knees and awaited instructions.
First things first, I wanted to get her all riled up. Now, as I said before, she was really cock hungry. Everything about cock excited her. The feel, the taste, the sight, the smell. It was this last one I used to my advantage to start with. She was knelt with her back to the wall and I pressed my crotch to her face, forcing the back of her head against the wall and smothering her face. She could feel my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers and when I commanded her to sniff, she began to do so, sniffing in the scent of my arousal. I could see her fingers begin to twitch at her side and she raised one and made to grasp at my cock. I slapped her face hard. I had not told her to touch me. She apologised and returned to taking in my scent.
Both her hands were twitching now and I could see the look of desperation on her face as she stared up at me, pleading with her eyes. My cock throbbed against her face and she let out a low moan as she became more and more aroused and desperate.
"Take it out slut." I commanded her. She did as she was told and immediately grabbed it. It felt good... I was very excited myself but no, I slapped her hard, knocking her onto the floor. I had not told her to touch it. She climbed back to her knees, rubbing her face and sat with my hard member mere millimetres from her face.
"Lick it." I told her. "Just your tongue. Do not touch, do not take it in your mouth."
Sam did as she was told, eagerly and hungrily running her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock, making sure to taste every little bit. I told her to suck my balls too, and she did so without hesitation.
It did not take long for me to reach climax, but I did not want that just yet. Sam loved cum. Almost more than she loved cock. She was not to be rewarded just yet. I grabbed her mousy brown hair and yanked her away. She gave a little screetch of pain as I flung her away but she quickly got to her knees again, ready to serve. She was a good slut.
"Stand up for me, whore." I told her and she did so. I began to inspect her, touching her body. I pulled the top of her vest top down. She wasn't wearing a bra. Good girl. She didn't need one to be honest, her tits were rather tiny. But she had perky nipples and I pinched one of them and yanked it hard. Again she emitted a little screetch and I saw her knees touch. She was close to orgasm. I pulled the top back up. Her nipples were easy to see now, poking through the thin fabric.
Next, I inspected further down, lifting her light, summery skirt to see what was underneath. Pink panties. Thong types. It showed off her ass wonderfully, but not enough to my mind. I tugged them down, they were soaked already. Such a slut! Removing them from her completely, I placed them on a shelf and told her my plan.
"I'm taking you for a walk tonight, my slut." I said. She nodded and reached for her long coat. "Leave it." I told her She looked at me, horrified. The coat came down to her knees, longer than the little skirt. She had put that on to come and see me due to the fact that although it was a nice warm night, it was rather windy.
"But, Master..." she began. I slapped her again and she fell silent.
"I said leave it."
She nodded and dropped it, looking a little worried. I pointed to my cock.
"You want this, don't you slut." I said, it was more of a statement of fact than a question. She nodded, biting her lip as she looked at it. "Then you will do as I say."
I told her the rest of the plan and despite the look of concern on her face, she agreed.
We left my work, which is right in the middle of the town centre and walked to the end of the alleyway where the staff entrance was. She had been instructed to keep her arms up to her chest and to keep an eye on her phone.
"Start walking." I said, and she complied. I waited a moment or two and then started after her, keeping close but not so close that it would look like we were together.
It was a Saturday night in a tourist town. It was not quite in season just yet so I knew it would not be too busy yet, as soon as she rounded the corner, a large group of youngish girls were behind us. At first, they did not see anything out of the ordinary. And then, a gust of wind blew Sam's skirt up, exposing her ass.
"Oh my god!" I heard one of the girls giggle to her friends. "Did you see that?"
"What?" her friends asked.
"Haha fucking hell! That girl has no knickers on!"
They all turned to look at her and as if on cue, nature came along and whisked the back of the skirt up again! The girls erupted into laughter. I heard them calling her names, Slut, Whore and the other usual ones. Sam heard it too and I saw her hand move downwards to hold the clothing in place.
Don't even think about it. I messaged her on her phone. Her hand came back up again. Twice more it was blown up for the girls and they found it hilarious. Two guys walking the other way past her got an eyeful of her pussy too. They almost tripped over as they turned to stare!
I'm scared. Came a text to my phone.
Don't care Keep going. I replied.
At this point, we reached a crossroads. I told her to turn to the right and she did so, the group of girls turned the other way. They called out after her before they turned though, calling her a slut again, and a prostitute.
Another text. I can see a group of guys ahead. What if they try to **** me?
I will watch then. And you will let them
She stopped walking at this moment, and I thought I had pushed her too far.
Another text. Yes Master.
Her skirt went up again as a group of lads walked behind us. We both heard the lewd comments they made as she began to walk again. She soon approached the gang of guys who were stood outside a bar. I texted her a new command.
When you get to them, drop your purse. Bend at the waist to pick it up. Slowly.
She slowed as she read it, but didn't stop. She soon reached them and I heard a thud as her purse hit the ground. Some of the guys, slightly pissed, were already checking out the sluttishly dressed girl and as soon as she began to reach down, they nudged their mates and began to wolf whistle and cheer.
Some of them yelled out propositions and I was tempted to text her to do as they asked, but it was a little too public here. I urged her to continue her walk and she did so, eagerly. The lads continued their calls to her, calling her a dirty slag when she didn't come back.
The next proposition you get, you will do. I texted her as we went around the next corner. I saw her nod slowly. Making her perform with strangers was something I had never succeeded at before but she knew what the reward would be. Master's cock. Her favourite cock.
I saw a single guy walking towards us now and I texted her to lift the front of her dress for him. She did so, showing off her smooth pussy. He stopped to watch as she walked past. I had hoped he might make her an offer, but he was clearly too stunned.
We were approaching the last corner now. On this corner is a popular, well known restaurant that is part of a large franchise.
If there is anyone sat in the window, stop, flash your pussy at them. Five second count.
I saw her look back at me, she looked worried. The restaurant was still open, even at this time of night, (it was approaching 1am) and on a Saturday night, it would obviously be busy. The first table she walked past was occupied. A guy and a woman in there mid thirties. As instructed, she walked over to the window and lifted her skirt. The woman saw her first and looked shocked. The guy turned to see what had horrified her and his face lit up as he stared at her snatch. The woman seemed annoyed at this and stormed off, after slapping the man. He came out of the restaurant and approached Sam, looking very angry. He began to rant at her, saying that was the first date he had been on in months and that Sam had ruined it. I sent her another text.
Offer to make it up to him.
She read it and began to speak, very quietly and nervously. Hesitating.
"You what?!" he raved. "What are you saying you stupid fucking bitch??"
Do it or you will never have my cock again. I texted.
"L-let me make it up to you?" She offered meekly.
"What? How you gonna do that for fucks sake?!" He snapped.
Sam looked over the road at an alleyway between two shops and took the man's hand, leading him over to it. He went quite willingly, obviously figuring out her plan, even if it was surprisingly shocking. Even I couldn't believe she was going to do this! Once they were in the alley, I moved over to the alley's entrance and hid behind some bins, peering down. Good girl, she hadn't gone too far and she had found a spot under a light. she had already squatted down and was pulling the man's jeans down. He seemed to have quietened down now and was instead, peering around nervously.
Until his cock was in her mouth. I heard the low groan come from him as she worked on him.
Two minutes, by my count. That's all it took for her to make him cum. She swallowed it all up and left him in the alley alone. I saw the look on her face as she walked past me. A mixture of shock in herself and extreme arousal. I was tempted to have her go back to that gang of lads at the bar. I think she might have let them all fuck her at that point.
Head for home, slut. I texted her. The walk back wasn't too long and, as we turned into the last street that my work's alley was on, I texted her one last time.
Take off your vest and drop it. There was a slight hesitation at this. She could see the opening to the alleyway but there was a good thirty metres to go. Her phone beeped again. You really wanna quit now? After all this and you won't have me?
The top came off and she flung it over her shoulder. She did a little twirl, showing me she was completely topless. Her little titties jiggling as she did so. Sadly, she reached the alley before she had any more encounters. But even so, that had been some adventure.
"How are you feeling slut?" I asked her as she got to her knees again before me.
"Dirty, master." She replied. "I feel like a cheap whore. I can't believe I did all that..."
"Do you know why you feel like that?" I asked her again. She stopped and thought for a moment and then she looked at me, a look of dawning realisation on her face.
"Because I am just a cheap whore, Master." She replied, a smile coming to her lips. "Thank you for showing me this. I love you master!"
I returned the smile and unfastened my pants, dropping them to the floor. My hard cock sprang out, almost slapping her in the face.
"You done good my slut." I said. "Take your reward."
And take it she did. Like a pro!