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Fun at the Grocery Store

By: MsMantis



I was home, alone. Enjoying the solitude of a rainy day, the comfort of my own surroundings, and the secret thrill of wearing a sweater, frilly pink boy short underwear, and thigh high stockings, and nothing else. My hair was messy, my two braids still in place but with many flyaway tendrils. 

I moved about my housefrau duties; washing dishes, loading them in the dishwasher, attending to various pet needs, and changing out laundry. The whole time, I was aware of the brisk cold air against my naked skin. I could feel my breasts swaying beneath my sweater, sometimes becoming exposed as I turned, or lifted my arm.

As I was carrying my laundry basket, my messy braid swung over my shoulder and came to rest between my breasts. I sighed, and went to place the basket on the footstool, and began my menial task of folding laundry. My braids swaying each time I leaned over to pluck a garment from the basket.

My mind wandered back to the night before. I had plaited my hair so that my Master, my daddy, could better guide me onto his cock. As I paused, deep in thought, one breast exposed, ass accentuated by my skimpy panties, my pussy got wet as I remembered. Absentmindedly I ran one hand across the skin of my breast.

I recalled kneeling in front of him. Feeling how his fingers had thrust through my hair, how he had yanked my head up, so that I was forced to look at him. He had traced my lips with his other hand, then roughly shoved a finger deep into my mouth; deeper than he knew I could take. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I could feel the gorge rising in my throat. I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe through my nose as he fingered my throat, his other hand still rough in my hair.

As he withdrew his finger, and I gasped for air and shuddered, he had leaned forward to say in my ear, "This mouth is my hole, isn't it? Mine to use whenever I want, however I want."

I had cried out, looking up at him as snot and tears ran down my face, "Yes, daddy, please."

"Good girl." He had said, using that special tone that made my cunt squeeze around nothing. He relaxed the hand fisted in my braid, and brought his other hand to grip my hair, then guided me towards his dick.

I shook my head, clearing the haze of the memory from my mind. 'It's bad enough,' I thought to myself, returning to the task at hand, 'that every time I look in the mirror, I remember how it felt to have him choke me on his cock.'

Folding laundry is just about as tedious as a chore can get... but something about being wet, half naked, and in front of large windows while you remember how you cried, how your mascara was smeared half down your cheek, how you almost threw up, but forced it back, how he looked down at you, smiling, telling you how good you looked on his cock... Well... that made laundry almost fun.

I smirked to myself, wanting so badly to feel his eyes on me again. I loved the way his eyes made me feel, like he was going to attack me. I shivered as I finished with my task, putting the clothes in their rightful places. 

All the while, I was aware of the air against me, a cool breeze causing one nipple to come to a point. The way the lace trim of my stockings rubbed together. The way the panties rode up my ass, and the growing dampness in my pussy. I finished the task, and took a moment to study my clean bedroom. I knew that my Master would be pleased that I had done my chores like a good slut. 

I smiled, running my hands over my naked skin, closing my eyes and thinking about how he would be especially pleased that I had been thinking about him, and that my pussy was already wet, had been wet, the whole time. I cupped each breast, feeling the weight, the warmth, and the softness of the skin.

With a groan, I opened my eyes, and turned towards the closet, 'I have to go to the store... he told me to, and I need to.' I pulled out a flowy, comfortable dress in bright colors.

I shut the closet, shrug out of my sweater, and pull the dress over my head. I love the way the cloth feels against my naked skin. I smooth the skirt over my thighs, feeling the lace beneath the fabric of the dress, the hint of ruffle, and the cool air against my ass. With a wicked grin, I pranced into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

I looked... presentable. I giggled and ran my hands over myself, a smug look in my eyes. I contemplated myself, the librarian/nerd glasses, the way my small pink mouth curved in that devious way, the poke of my nipples and the free jiggle of my breasts that suggested I wore no bra, The tousled hair, reminding me of him, his hands, his cock, his power over me.

I turned away from my reflection, and gathered my purse, ready to get this chore over with, and get out of my clothes again.

As I situated myself in my car, fumbling with the radio, and cranking up the volume; I couldn't help but notice the lace of my stockings showing. I smiled, hoping mischievously that someone would notice them at the store. 

I backed out onto the road, and began the picturesque journey to my rural store. I sang along to the songs on the radio, and couldn't help but caress my thigh with one hand, pushing the skirt of my dress up, exposing more lace, then my bare skin. I shivered, singing along with the lyrics of the song. 

Driving didn't bother me, so long as I could sing, wiggle in the seat, and pretend that I was performing for the drivers passing me in the opposite direction. I caressed my breast, ran a hand up my neck, licked my lips and bit at them. It was fun, to dare them to make eye contact, to see me for what I was; a slut. 

Needless to say, by the time I got to the grocery store, I was wet. 

I found a spot right next to the cart corral, parked my car, and opened the door. My eyes scanned the parking lot surrounding me as I felt the cool air breeze up my skirt. 

I saw a bag boy getting carts, and with a sudden rush of perverse pleasure, I swung my legs out, making sure that the tops of my stockings, and maybe even my ass, were showing as I got out of the car. I stood, straightening my skirt, and in my peripheral vision I saw the bag boy looking at me.

I smiled, turned back into my open car, and bending from the waist, I retrieved my purse from the passenger seat. I knew that my ass was fully exposed to him, or to anyone who might happen to look.

With my heart racing, the thrill of misbehaving making me feel high, I stood, shut my door, and turned to walk across the lot towards the entrance. 

On my way past the bag boy, I made myself smile innocently at him, and keep a steady pace. 

'I think he was looking at me...' I thought, my thighs pressing my panties into my pussy, the fall air whispering up my dress, and my tits bouncing with each step, I entered the store, grabbed a cart, and began shopping.

'I wonder what would happen if I just... if I encountered that bag boy in a secluded place... I wonder what he would do if I flashed him...' The course of my thoughts made me blush, and I knew that my cunt was getting wetter. 

I chastised myself for being so consumed by it, 'For God's sake, woman, you're in a public place!! What, are you going to just blow somebody in the back of the grocery store?!?' I snorted a bit to myself, but then imagined the way the bag boy's face would look if I knelt in front of him, eased his cock out of his pants, and felt it grow stiff in my mouth.

"Excuse me!" cut through my fantasy, and I realized I had nearly run into an elderly woman. Her sharp tone made me flush.

Muttering my apologies, I kept on my way, 'Seriously... you're fantasizing about giving a blow job to some guy? In the middle of the fucking grocery store?' but even as I berated myself, my body responded to the thoughts, 'But, yes, wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't it feel divine to be publically known as the slut you are?' 

I bit my lip, aware of my slick cunt rubbing against the soaking crotch of my panties. My thoughts were always drawn back to sex, and usually in the most inappropriate times. 

I glanced around me, scanning the people who passed by, wondering if any of them suspected the direction of my thoughts. Bits and pieces of the random men in the store excited me everywhere I looked; the hands of the butcher, strong, capable. In the way the beer delivery man's eyes looked at the way my nipples were visible under my dress. 

Soon enough I had retrieved everything on my shopping list, and I joined one of the lines at the checkout. I leaned against my cart, knowing my ass was sticking out, and wondering if the tops of my stockings were showing a bit.

My heart started racing when I saw that my cashier was a man, and, I flushed, my cunt throbbing when I caught sight of my bag boy at the end of the lane... it was the one I had flashed earlier!!

I knew I was blushing as I felt them both watching me unload my cart onto the conveyor belt. My breasts seemed to be moving even more, quivering beneath the fabric, my nipples hard points. I began to feel clammy, my hands slipping on a can, dropping it back into the cart. I had to lean into the cart to get it, and I felt my skirt pulling up, exposing the very bottom of my ass cheeks.

I groaned softly, stretching to reach the offending can, which had now rolled into a front corner of the cart. My breasts filled the neckline of my dress, my cleavage on display, swinging below my arms as I finally grasped the can.

I could feel their eyes on me, and my body was on fire. My pussy was dripping, and each movement rubbed against my clit. The fabric of my dress seemed to be caressing my tits. I wanted to start caressing myself, pull my skirt up and caress my clit through my panties. I bit my lip, bringing one hand up to my throat, feeling my pulse racing beneath my palm.

Swallowing thickly, I could feel the weight of the stares of my cashier and bagger. I could feel the air grow more dense behind me, and I turned to see another man grinning behind me. He kissed at me, running his eyes up and down my body before I blushed and turned back to the register.

Quickly, with shaking hands, I paid my tab, and thanked them. I could feel their eyes, and couldn't help but sway my hips as I rushed out the automatic doors. My cunt was throbbing, my heart was pounding, and my head was swimming with the knowledge that at least three men at the grocery store had seen my panties, noticed my braless tits, and eye fucked me.

By the time I got to my car, got the groceries piled in, and collapsed into my seat, the rush was just starting to fade. I smiled to myself, started my car, and got the radio turned to my favorite station. 

The universe was in my corner, because one of my favorite songs, oozing with sexually explicit lyrics came on. I turned up the volume and lowered my windows. Out of the corner of my eye, while putting the car in drive, I noticed the man from behind me in line.

He was walking towards his car, and he caught sight of me. Our eyes met, and I drove past him, offering him a unabashed slutty grin, licking my lips at him.

'Oh my God, what is wrong with me today?!' I asked myself as I drove towards the exit, '... I want everyone to know how horny I am...' I groaned and shifted in my seat, once again aware of the ache, how my cunt felt slippery and warm as I moved my hips. 

I felt a bit exhilarated, a lot naughty, and ready to be fucked. I could only hope that my Master would take pity on me, and let me come.

Fun at the Grocery Store Ch. 02



The rest of my day was spent in a state of high anticipation, excitement, disbelief, and fond reminiscing of my show at the store. As soon as I came in the front door and dropped my bags, I stripped out of my dress; thinking about how the men at the store had stared at me.

Shivering, I cupped my naked breasts in the middle of the kitchen, sighing as I imagined that the men could see me now. I knew that I would need to masturbate soon. The need in my cunt was overwhelming. Quickly, I stashed the groceries, and bent to pick up my discarded garment.

My mind wandered again, and I remembered leaning over, exposing my ass in the parking lot, and then again as I reached for a can in the bottom of my cart. 

Still bent over, reaching for the dress, I paused. My pussy was aching with desperate need, I reached up behind myself, and pulled my ruffled panties over my splayed behind. I sighed, thinking again, about knowing those strangers had seen me, and wishing that they could watch me now.

Slowly, I pulled the panties down my thighs, over my stockings, and stepped out of them. I left them on the floor with my dress.

Stretching back up, slowly, I stood; loving the feeling of being naked, wishing that someone might catch a glimpse of me. I caressed myself, running my hands over my hips, around the small of my back, and down my nude cheeks. 

Smiling as I kept replaying my bad behavior, I bent again, hands still gripping each cheek, and I pulled them apart.

'I'm such a slut,' I thought, feeling the air against my holes, squeezing my cunt around nothing, 'God, I wish they could see me.. fuck me, use me.'

I released my ass, and trailed my hands gently down the back of my thighs, then caressed back up myself as I stood again. I left my panties and dress on the floor, and made my way to the bedroom. All the fantasizing and striping had pushed me past my breaking point.

I was eager, determined, as I grabbed my dildo from my drawer. It was about the same length as my Master, a solid 7 inches; but it was thicker than him - about three inches. It was the dildo I turned to when I felt like I needed to be fucked hard, to be used, stretched.

My heart picked up as I turned to the chair in the room. I approached it, and positioned the cock on the seat. Facing the back of the chair, I straddled it, holding the dildo at my sopping entrance. 

My lips sucked at the head of the phallus, and I groaned as I felt my pussy begin to stretch to accommodate the toy. I gripped the back of the chair harder, and pressed myself down onto the thick cock.

I loved to feel the hard, unyielding rubber press up into my hole, I grunted, lowering my wet cunt onto the dick. I imagined that someone was watching me, that the men from the store were lined up in my room, watching me fuck my favorite dildo.

Once I got it fully into me, and I felt the cool surface of the chair against my smoldering pussylips, I began to grind my hips into the chair, I gripped the back of the chair with one hand, arched my back, and caressed up my body with my other hand.

Biting my lip, pushing the cock so deep into my pussy that I could feel the tip invading my cervix. I couldn't help myself, and groaned aloud, pinching my nipple and trying to grind my clit into the chair. 

I knew how I must look, my ass taut, my thighs spread wide, gripping the wooden back of the chair tightly. I arched my back, still fondling my heavy breasts, I closed my eyes and pictured men, strangers, in my bedroom, watching me.

With a grimace, I thrust my cunt into the hard surface of the chair, I could feel my pussy spasming around the dildo, and I leaned into the orgasm. With fervent abandon, I thrust again and again into the phallus. 

My cries echo into the empty room, raising in pitch as each powerful stroke of my hips shoves the dildo deeper and deeper into my hungry cunt. I am grasping the chair with both hands now, the thought of eyes devouring me, seeing me fuck myself because I need to, it drives me wild.

I'm squealing, fucking the chair, harder, faster. Panting, sweat breaking out on my face, my neck, I am coming, but I want to come so much more. Harder. Always more.

I reach down with one hand, find my slippery pussy, and as I keep fucking the dildo deeper into myself, I begin to caress my hard clit. I feel the little button, situated right at the top of my opening, can feel my juices oozing out. My pubic hair is rough against my palm, but near my opening it has become saturated by my come. 

The combination of the stiff, invading dick, the pain mixed with pleasure, and the slippery motion of my fingers and pussylips sliding against my tender clit... I knew my orgasm would be delicious.

I rode it, working with my body, playing myself like an instrument. My voice was desperate, almost wailing as I was overcome with the pressure, the consuming power of my cunt. I was my cunt, a wet hole. Foremost in my mind is the thought that strangers are watching me, bearing witness to the power and wild abandon with which I come. Like a good slut.

It was divine, being stretched and gripping so tight. Spasming against the phallus, and trying to pull it deeper into me - to keep it inside. All my senses were tied up in my body, and in that state of excitement- that state of deep and total sexual freedom, something happened to me that never happened before.

My cunt... relaxed. The so familiar feeling of coming, of a pressure that seems to build and build and build until I am ready to explode... instead of breaking over me... I relaxed into it. This sudden relaxation was accompanied by a feeling of a sudden stream of wetness released from my pussy.

I cried out in genuine surprise, never suspecting that I would be able to achieve an actual ejaculation. Master had tried many times, fingering my cunt in that spot that caused so much pressure, making me come again and again... but I had never relaxed into it, never been able to give him what he wanted. Now I sat, my pussy calming down from my orgasm, heart racing as I came to my senses.

I stood up, my cunt still gripping the substantial dildo. I groaned, in embarrassment and secret pleasure as I reached up to my soaking hole. My fingertips grasped the edges of the phallus, just inside me. My pussy was still so wet, which made it hard to grip onto the dildo. I squeezed, pushing against the dick, and felt it pop out.

I was able to grab it, and it withdrew from my hole with a sloppy sound. I groaned, heart still pounding from the fierceness of my orgasm. I looked down at the chair, and saw a wet spot, almost as big as a paperback book on the chair. Much bigger than the spots I'm usually capable of.

I could feel the mixture of emotions... the pride... the dirty thrill of having come, literally, all over something... the fear when Master found out... I knew how badly he wanted to be the one to make me squirt come. 

Like a good slut, I lean down and smell the spot. It's musky, clearly from my cunt. As I feel the dampness against my nose and lips, and smell the evidence of my wanton behavior, my cunt throbs to remind me how delicious it felt. 

Standing, I bring the dildo to my mouth and clean the drying smears of come off of it. I love to taste my own pussy. I love my cunt, fucking it, looking at it, smelling it, tasting it, and letting everyone else use it too. 

It was with these thoughts running through my head, my dildo firmly in my mouth, that I turned towards the doorway. I nearly tripped over myself, and I choked on the dildo, bringing it swiftly out of my mouth and hiding it futilely behind my back.

He was there. My master. Standing there with a wild look of anger, lust, and predatory darkness that made my stomach drop to the floor. 

I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat, and felt tears spring suddenly to my eyes. I was ashamed, standing before him with a swollen and satiated pussy... the spot on the chair evidence of my actions. I couldn't look him in the face... I kept my eyes downcast, just looking at his hands, clenched into fists.

I bit my lip, trembling, terrified and thrilled at the same time. I knew, as soon as the first words passed his lips, that I was in trouble.

"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?"



Fun at the Grocery Store Ch. 03



I stood, caught in the weight and severity of his gaze. The hard, dark tone of his voice made me shiver; both in fear, and in sexual excitement.

"What the fuck are you doing." His voice cut through me again. Not a question, rather, a statement of disapproval. A tone that immediately let me know that I would be foolish to lie to him, and that I couldn't stop him from doing what he was going to do.

In my heart, I didn't want to stop him, and even though I was scared of his anger... the fear was also exciting. My cunt was already responding to his presence, the angry energy that seemed to be emanating off his body.

In three quick steps, he was standing next to me. Like a father grabbing something away from a disobedient toddler, he snatched the toy from my hands. I still couldn't meet his gaze. I was only aware of his body, standing so close to me. I was aware that he was fully dressed, and I was only clad in my lacy stockings. He could see the giant dark spot on the chair... evidence of my gushing orgasm.

I was blushing, my heart beating faster, standing still, waiting for him to move again.

My cunt was dripping again, I could feel his breath blowing against my body. It was hot, hard; angry. He was breathing like a wild animal, almost leaning in to smell the scent of sex that was wafting off of me.

He held the offending dildo up in front of my face. It was still slightly shiny from my pussy, and I groaned and squirmed under his gaze.

"I'm sorry Master!" I whispered out, my voice childlike and timid. My heart was racing, and I was excited by his proximity- by his dominance. 

His other hand whipped out to grasp under my chin hard enough to make me whimper. He used his superior strength to turn me to meet his gaze.

I sighed, my pussy melting when I saw his eyes. They were alight with a mixture of lust, anger, and with sheer deviant pleasure at the prospect of doling out my punishment. I pressed my body against his, my naked flesh molding against his chest, my wet pussy pressing eagerly against the stiff rise of his cock against me.

He leaned into me, smelling me, still holding me still in his grasp. His hot breath made me shiver, and I can't help but smile a bit to myself, drunk off the knowledge that he was going to punish me.

Smirking was a mistake, in a flash he had dropped the toy, and had both hands roughly shoving me by my shoulders. His fingers gripped me, biting into me in a way that I knew would leave marks.

My whine was cut short when he said so dangerously softly, "Shut the fuck up. Clearly you've been a naughty, dirty, greedy slut today." 

I had grown still as his voice washed over me, similar to how a snake is dazed by it's charmer. He was able to position me so that I was kneeling across the chair, the wet spot of my come cool against my flushed chest.

I lay, panting, excited at the thrill of feeling his anger, his passion, his animal strength against me. I was painting, my face turned so that I could see him. My ass, my still wet and hungry cunt were on display. I waited, my breath caught in my throat. 

He stood over my form, his hard dick evident, drawing my eager eyes to it like a magnet. His hands were fisted at his hips, and the lines of his body told me what I was in for; pain.

I mewed like a kitten, stretching out on the chair, moving my hips, unable to stop myself from responding to his body, his energy, and his complete and utter control over me. I wanted him to hurt me.

He shook his head, the anger broken for a moment by his admiration of my seemingly unquenchable desire. Just as quickly as his eyes lit with that pride, that smile, they grew dark again. He knew better than to trust me. He knew that I was just a horny, disobedient, little slut. He stared down at me, making me shrink under his gaze.

"Tsk tsk" he clucked at me, loving the way I stilled and hung on his every word, every motion. Arms hanging down one side of the chair, breasts pressed painfully into the seat, my head turned and rested on my cheek, waiting. My eyes were glazed in lust, and my pink lips were parted as I drew shallow breathes. My ass and pussy were open, waiting, and I could feel the hard edge of the chair pressing into my pubic bone. 

His eyes traveled over me, I basked in his attentions - I was nothing but a greedy hole, and he knew that. 

"Tell me, slut." His voice held me tighter than any bonds could, "Tell me what you did today."

Shame flushed me, and I buried my face, ashamed to let him see me.

He was in no mood to put up with my nuances, and it wasn't long before I felt the sting of his open palm against my ass. I squealed, not trying to get away, but still flinching under the sudden bite, then the throbbing ache it left behind. My hips started to gently move, beckoning him to touch me.

Suddenly I felt his fingers ripping into my hair, pulling my face up off the chair, I hissed in my breath over my teeth. It hurt, but my Master knew that I liked it when he punished me. 

"Don't play shy, fuckwhore," he leaned closer to me, his face inches from mine, I could feel my pussy responding to his words, my ass still stinging from his slap. "Tell daddy."

"Ohhhh..." I moaned out, unable to do anything but what he said, my entire being striving to give him everything he wanted. "I... I flashed the men at the store today..." 

I couldn't meet his eyes, but I was able to muster enough air to form the words.

He shook his head at me, still crouched close to my face, his hand still painfully tight in my hair. 

"You naughty girl. You wanted people to see that pussy, didn't you?" He finally released my hair, and ran his hand lovingly down my back, sculpting his palm up over the rise of my ass, and gently squeezing and caressing the place where he had struck me. I leaned into his caress like a cat, purring, lavishing in the knowledge that he knew exactly what had motivated me. "You want every man who sees you to know what you are, don't you?" 

"Yes, Master, yes.." I groaned out, completely fixed on his fingertips, running down my ass, and rubbing across my already slippery pussylips. My hips moved on their own, urging his finger to stop teasing me, to keep teasing me, to never stop teasing me.

"What are you?" He asked, still running his fingers lightly around my cunt, barely brushing my labia, already saturated and swollen, yet still so eager. 

When I didn't answer, he brought his hand down again, harshly, against my ass. The sound echoed in the room, and was quickly trailed by my cries.

"... a hole..." I said, my voice breaking a bit, but the rush of joy, and warmth and wetness to my cunt betrayed any shame I felt... I loved being reduced to that, it was what I was built for. 

"Oh yes, my slut." he murmured, his hand again gently and tenderly caressing where he had hit me.

Spurned on by his loving administrations, I blurted out the entirety of my bad behavior.

"I am, yes, I wanted the men at the store to see me, to smell my ready pussy while I shopped. I imagined doing things to them, letting them do things to me while I was shopping. I bent over, letting them see my stockings, my underwear..." I caught my breath, and continued on in a rush, "and I didn't wear a bra... I knew they could see my titties.. I wanted them to...oh daddy, then I came home, and I was so horny, so desperate for everyone to see me... I... I..."

I couldn't continue, I buried my face, not wanting to admit the next part of what I had done... coming without his permission was forbidden. That wasn't what was terrifying me, however... it was the fact that I had made myself ejaculate. I had felt the warm stream of liquid suddenly flush out of my cunt... it was something that my Master had worked for, was looking forward to witnessing... and I had made it happen without his permission. I bit my lip, my mind racing, my body oozing need, desire, and eager hunger to take his punishment.

His hands were back at my pussy, tracing the lines of it. He laughed at the way I trembled in fear and anticipation. His laugh caused me to arch my body into his hand, moaning, incapable of any thought except to come. 

I drew in a deep breath, and as quickly as I could, spit out the rest.

"I... I came home and fucked myself, Master. I'm sorry, I was so horny thinking about everyone seeing me, and using me, knowing what a slut I am... I... I fucked myself on this chair... and... and... I squirted... I did... I felt it, Master... I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

I fell silent, panting, terrified of his silence, and of his sudden stillness.

My heart raced, my mind was running through all the worst case scenarios I could imagine. I felt him start to stand, and I began to shift from my position.

"Stay." He commanded. 

I began to cry, but part of it was in thrilled excitement. My quiet blubbering was muffled as I pleaded, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I did it!! I didn't mean to... I just wanted to come, Mast-"

"Quiet." 

One word stopped me cold, and I lay, feeling the tears drip down my cheeks, and the saturated ache in my pussy. I knew he was gathering his tools of dominance and reprimand. I was eager for him to leave his marks all over my body. While each blow would hurt me, it left behind a dripping cunt, eager to be filled. 

I deserved whatever he wanted to give me; I wanted it.

It wasn't long before he was back, and while he fastened the silken straps around my upper arms, he began to speak in a calm, direct, yet so full of dark promise, "You need to be a good little slut, you belong to me, and you know better than to behave like that." 

He shifted to my legs, and began to fasten my thighs, effectively securing me tightly against the chair, my ass, my pussy, open for whatever he wanted. I moaned, sighing "Yes, yes daddy, I'm yours. Please, punish my greedy cunt...please Master!"

I looked over my shoulder at him, and was overcome with desire when I saw how he was studying me; his favorite thing to do was tie me up, watch me struggle against myself, and him, as he doled out pain and pleasure in equal measures.

He leaned over to retrieved the dildo from where he had dropped it, and he contemplated it for a moment. "So... you like feeling this up your cunt, huh?" he said in a conversational tone. 

"...oh...mm... yes... yes I love how that feels." I groaned, writhing against the restraints.

With those quick, precise movements, he had inserted the cock neatly into my hole. He held it into me, I could feel his palm against my labia, and I groaned at the tight, full, delicious feeling in my pussy. 

"Well, slut. You are going to receive a beating. You showed off without my permission, didn't you?" 

My cunt squeezed around the dildo, pushing it out, but he kept it firmly in place as I groaned out, "Yes... I was so bad, daddy."

"You fucked yourself, you came without my permission, didn't you?" His voice was closer to my ear, and I started to fuck my hips up into his hand.

"Oh yes, yes, I am a greedy slut, daddy... I am." 

He pushed the dildo deeper into me, making me gasp as I felt it invading my cervix. "You are to keep this dildo in your greedy hole. Understand? I'm going to beat you with the riding crop. If you let that cock fall out of your pussy, I'm going to start over. Understood?"

"Please!" I cried out, "Please Master, yes, I will keep it in. I can!" I was panting, already so turned on by the idea. My cunt gripped around the dildo, but as soon as he withdrew his hand, my wet, excited hole pushed the phallus out. 

Too late, I tried to suck it back up inside me, but it drooped out of my cunt, falling farther out each time I tried to squeeze it back in.

He laughed at me, and reached over to shove the slippery cock into me again. 

"You're going to have to do much better than that, slut." He chuckled, running his hand over me and admiring the way I struggled to stay calm.

He knew what he was doing to me. He knew that in order for me to keep the cock inside me, I would need to stay calm, center myself. He knew that letting my pussy squeeze, work on the dick like it so desperately needed to, that that was the exact action which would push the dildo from me. I pouted, blowing air up over my hot face, trying to relax and accept, still responding to his hands trailing up and down my exposed back. 

I tried to calm my mind, to focus on my breathing, not on the sensations of being stuffed with seven inches of cock, nor on my Master's hands leaving shivers in their wake.

"Good girl." His praise caused my breathing to hitch, and I had to calm myself before I expelled the toy in my excitement, "I'm going to hit you, whore, for being so greedy and disobedient. After each time I hit you, you're to say clearly, 'Thank you for punishing this greedy slut.'" 

Now his fingertips were back at my cunt, and I groaned audibly, struggling to remain still, drawing a deep breath in through my nose as I felt his featherlight touch running down and around my swollen cunt, then coming to rest gently, but firmly, against the end of the dildo.

"Oh yes, daddy," I exhaled, immediately drawing another deep breath to try and calm my electrified body, "Thank you for punishing this greedy slut."

"Oh yes. You are a greedy hole. I'm going to hit you know, painslut, twenty times. Can you do that? Can you keep that toy up in your greedy hole while I hit you?" 

Now he was trailing the end of the crop against me, following my spine, down the crack of my spayed ass, and tapped lightly against the end of the protruding dildo.

"Yes," I groaned out, my heart racing as I tried to listen to his instructions, calm my body and keep the thick dildo inside me, and not be overcome by the wild desire of what he was doing. "Oh yes!" 

I wasn't sure I could, but I didn't care, I would say whatever he wanted to keep him focused on me.

He suddenly brought the crop against my body with force, and though I had thought I was prepared, my cunt contracted and pushed the dildo out as I cried, "Thank you for punishing this greedy slut!" My voice broke at the end as the toy fell out completely with a wet sound. "Oh no... oh noooo" I groaned, my pussy aching from the sudden emptiness and the sweet tingle left by the crop. 

He shook his head and chuckled darkly as I moaned and strained against the chair, "Bad girl."

Slowly, making sure that I felt each agonizing inch as it forced it's way inside, he put the toy back in my cunt. I groaned, trying to breathe evenly, desperate to relax and be a good girl. I sighed when I felt the tip of the phallus painfully enter my womb.

"Yes, daddy," I was relaxed, totally in a place of pure ecstasy as my Master punished me.

On and on he tortured me, first I made it to three before my cunt squeezed too hard and pushed the toy from me.

The next time I was able to make it to five. Each time he pushed the dildo into me, he made sure to do it so slowly that I was worked up by the time it bottomed out in me.

He rained blows down across my back, and over each cheek. After each slap, I did my best to get out what he wanted, "Thank you for punishing this greedy pussy."

Finally, I was reduced to genuine tears of frustration and overwhelming desire. I couldn't make it to twenty!! 

Once again, the toy had slid from my aching hole. He tsked at me again. Ran the crop up and down my back, trailing down an arm, then back down over my body, and down one thigh. I sighed as it passed over the sore marks from his lashes.

Suddenly he brought the crop squarely against my hole.

I squealed, jumping off the chair as much as my restraints would allow. 

"You'll never learn, will you?" He asked me, genuine amusement in his voice. He slid one finger into my sopping cunt, expertly making it contract up around his probing digit. "You are too excited, whore, and you need to calm down before we can continue."

With that, he stood and left the room, leaving me to feel each mark of where he had hit me. The air grew cold, but my ass throbbed in many places. I could still feel the heat and dampness pouring off my hot pussy.

"Thank you for punishing this greedy pussy." I whispered into the empty room.



Fun at the Grocery Store Ch. 04



I had no way to keep track of the time. My body started to calm down, resting against the chair instead of fighting against the restraints that held my forearms and thighs to the seat. Just when my tense, sweat coated body finally relaxed, I would remember the events that had led up to this.

First I had misbehaved at the grocery store, letting men eye fuck me, and flashing my panties at them. Later, at home, I had fucked myself, without permission, and even had the audacity to orgasm. I remembered grunting, sweat dripping down my face, rocking my hips onto the substantial dildo while I straddled the chair.

'No... stop... don't think about it.' I chastised myself, biting my lip. In my mind, I was replaying the scenario; getting good and fucked while pretending that other men were watching me. 'oh....' I moaned in my head, feeling my cunt betray me and begin to drip at the thought. 

I writhed on the chair, now straddled across the seat. I could still feel the damp spot, evidence of my squirting orgasm earlier. 'Oh my god,' I thought, still mystified, thrilled, confused, and terrified of the experience. 'It felt so good... but... it did feel like I peed myself, a hot stream shot out of my pussy. I felt it gushing over my fingertips as I rubbed my clit...'

My heart started picking up it's pace, and I could feel my pussy begin to salivate with desire. 'Why are you doing this to yourself?!' I reprimanded myself, even as I moved my hips as if against an invisible lover, 'why are you thinking about how good it felt? Stop!'

The ongoing internal struggle between my inner slut goddess, the free, powerful, all consuming cunt; and between my sensible mind, the social facade that I had struggled to fit into all my life raged inside me. The battle never ended, and it was made worse by my current position. 

Finally, after who knows how long of laying, feeling the bruises on my ass and back fade from throbbing stings, to dull aches; I broke. 

Tears came to my eyes as I felt myself losing to my frustration, and the burning desire in my womb. Without any shame, I quietly cried, blubbering like a little kid who was told they couldn't have any more sweets. I was finally exhausted by my exertion against the straps, the beating I had endured, and the physical strain of climbing a mountain of arousal again and again, with no climax to relieve the pressure.

As time kept dragging by, I grew more and more exhausted. Now, not only was my body drained, but my emotions had been put through the ringer as well. I finally lay, quietly, my eyes wet, but not leaking. My breathing even and calm.

I didn't quite believe it when I heard voices coming closer. I was drifting in my own hazy thoughts, and didn't fully realize what was happening until my Master was standing beside me.

Slowly, stiff and sore from my time spent tied to the chair, I stretched out, moaning a bit and softly mumbling, "I'm sorry I'm such a greedy cunt, daddy, I'm sorry..."

He paid me no attention, but I noticed the other man when he turned to my Master and said, "Look at that, you were right, she is something."

I groaned louder, my body trying in vain to lift off the chair, I couldn't help myself. Something about the voice sounded familiar...but I couldn't place it.

"Yes.... I'm about at my wits end, though." came my Master's deep reply. His words made me shudder and struggle harder, "She can't follow directions, she can't keep her slutty mind off of dicks, or stop her greedy pussy from coming. I'm thinking the best course of action is to treat her like the fucking slut she is."

Now I was alert, hanging on their words, my pussy already responding to the prospect of being treated like a whore.

The other man chuckled, and through his laugh said, "Looks like she likes that idea too. Guess I'll set up over here, eh?"

Before I could process what that meant, they were both moving with purpose around the room. Over my shoulder, I was able to see Master rummaging through his drawer of punishment, the other man I immediately recognized.

It was a man I used to work with, named W, someone about who my Master knew I had fantasized. I had never understood why; he was older, had shown only a professional interest in me. Yet, I had often thought, thrilled at the naughtiness, about showing him what I was.

He was over across the room, setting up a camera on a tripod. The red light was on, and he was positioning the camera to focus on me, making sure my exposed pussy was clearly on display.

My heart seemed to drop, and my stomach twisted in excitement and embarrassment. I began to struggle in earnest against the chair, moaning, twisting my face away, but unable to stop moving my hips.

Master's deep rumbling chuckle made me moan more. He loved teasing me, and he knew how torn I was between unleashing the inner slut, and hiding the wild desire. I stilled, but my body continued to gently undulated to my own inner rhythm. 

I sensed him standing in front of me, and I opened my eyes. He was there, holding something in his hand. It was black, and I caught a glimpse of something metal, but I couldn't tell what it was. I groaned and again buried my face when I saw my coworker, W, standing behind Master with a handheld camera pointed at me.

Immediately I felt my Master's firm hand grip my hair, pulling my face up off the chair, letting me know I could either have him hold me by my hair, or I could keep my head up.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on him, and held my head up. My lip was trembling, and I knew that tears were pooling again. I had been so naughty, but I couldn't help myself. My pussy squeezed, wet because they were giving me what I wanted.

My master knelt down in front of me, so his face was level with mine, and he ran his hands around from the back of my head, to caress my cheek, gathering a tear on his fingertip. Then he trailed his finger down and over my lips. 

I groaned and struggled against the straps, trying to take his finger in my mouth.

"See?" He said softly to me, "You want to be treated like a slut? Alright."

His eyes grew determined, and he suddenly had the black strappy thing up against my face. I soon figured it out, as he shoved it up under my teeth, painfully stretching my lips; it was a ring-gag. My small lips were pinched as I was forced to relax my mouth around the painful device. With precise motions, he had lifted my heavy hair, and fastened the device up against the back of my head.

I stared at him, breathing noisily through my mouth. My jaw already hurt from fighting against the leather covered, metal ring. I tried to swallow, and ended up choking a bit on my own spit.

He stood. My eyes watered as I looked up at my Master, already feeling drool gather against my bottom teeth, I groaned, unable to stop myself. 

He was smiling down at me. I could sense W hovering behind him, capturing the scene on his camera. 

"Well now," Master sighed appreciatively, as W came closer with his handheld camera. "This is how a slut looks," Master gestured for W to stand even closer, motioning for him to get a close up shot of my frantic, yet hungry eyes, my stretched and open mouth, and my loud breathing. "Go ahead, take a good look at my good little whore."

As he panned across my back and then came back in front of my face, I felt a runner of spit spill over my stretched bottom lip, and stretch down to the floor. I groaned and forced myself to focus on my Master as W backed away again.

Master took up his position in front of me again, and he traced a finger around my open mouth, then ran it in over the ring and onto my tongue. More spit oozed out around his probing finger and plopped onto the floor. A small puddle was already gathering. 

Loud, gutteral moans were coming from my open mouth, and I was flushed with excitement and embarrassment. My master finger fucked my mouth slowly, and I had no choice but to accept him.

"Good slut." he purred at me, making my cunt leak in excitement. 

I gargled out what was meant as, 'Thank you, Daddy.' but it came out instead as, "Sffkk ug ddeegghhh."

He smiled at me tenderly, and withdrew his finger from my throat, stroking it gently around to then cup my face. "Now, fuckbunny, now you're going to choke on my cock."

Without giving me any time to react, he had unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, already growing stiff in his grasp.

I moaned and panted, more drool falling to join the pool beneath me. 

Without any resistance, his cock slipped into my wide open mouth, and I could feel it rubbing against my tongue, hitting the insides of my cheeks and lightly touching the back of my throat.

Even though I tried to breathe through my nose, I still ended up gasping around his cock each time he withdrew it. As his head left my parted lips, I would suck in air in a huge gulp. I was able to manage a loud sob before his cock was thrust back into my mouth.

If he withdrew his cock for more than a second, what seemed like rivers of drool ran from my open mouth. I could do nothing as I felt huge droplets run down my face and neck, or hang from my lip. Sometimes a shining string of spit would connect my lip to my Master's cock.

With a violent thrust, he fully seated his cock in my mouth. My nose was pressed firmly against the front of his pants, and he had firmly gripped my hair in both hands; effectively pinning me against his dick.

I began to squirm, unable to move against my restraints. I knew it was futile, but I was beginning to choke, and needed to breathe. My eyes began to water, I could feel my throat muscles spasming against the invasion, trying to expel the giant cock.

He just held me closer to his body, thrusting the tip of his cock even deeper into my throat. 

"Goooood slut... that's good. Choke on Daddy's cock." he groaned, and I could feel his dick twitch inside me.

He pulled out, and I whooped out an explosive breath. More spit dribbled out over my lip, and coursed down my chin. I was sobbing out breaths, unaware that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I looked up at him, dazed, my mouth a relaxed, open, wet hole for his pleasure. 

"W," Master said, giving me a moment to rest. "Why don't you go around and see if the slut likes this."

"With pleasure." W responded, and I was dimly aware of him moving, still with his handheld camera, to stand behind me.

As my Master gazed down at me, I suddenly felt a touch against my pussy, running up along my slit. I jerked, grunting my surprise. I could feel how easily his fingertip slipped past my labia, and dipped into my hole. I was soaking wet.

Groaning, spit running down my face, I started to rock my hips, trying to look over my shoulder at W, to entice him to touch me more. 

"Haha, yep, she's already sopping." W laughed behind me, his fingers running lightly up and down my pussy lips, making me yearn for something inside my cunt. "Guess she likes being treated like a slut."

My Master grabbed my hair again, turning my face back to him. His eager cock was ready to slip back into my gaping mouth, and once again he began to fuck my mouth.

For a few more seconds, I could feel the caresses against my aching pussy. Then they were gone, and all I was aware of was the way my Master's cock forced it's way deeper and deeper into my throat. 

Each thrust was loud, the air being sucked and slurped around his dick. There was an obscene amount of water leaking out of my mouth; and I loved it.

I relaxed my body, letting my mouth be used for it's purpose. I closed my eyes and allowed him to hold my head, his strokes became faster and more fluid. I knew he would come soon.

"Get ready," he grunted, fucking me harder, his hands holding me tighter against him, "get ready to take my come, bitch." 

I started groaning in excitement, urging him to give me his come. 

With one final deep thrust, he started spilling his seed into my mouth. I could feel the warmth on the back of my tongue, and as he started to withdraw, I felt more splatter across my tongue. 

"Good slut." he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and tucking it back in his pants. "Now, we're going to go and post this little video of you."

It took a second for the words to sink in, but soon I was wriggling on the chair, grunting and shaking my head. His come was running out in thick, white, strands, leaving shiny streaks down my neck. 

He laughed at me, "No time to be all coy and shy now, my pet, you wanted to be treated like a slut... " he leaned down and kissed my wet, dripping lip, "Well, now everyone is going to see what a slut you really are."

With that, he stood, and I heard both of them leave the room. My mouth and my pussy were both dripping, and I lay, still strapped to the chair, wondering at the thought of being exposed for the slut I am.