This is the straight actual narration of seven humiliating undertaking which were given to me by my now ex-boyfriend while he was out of town.

Before we go into that though, let 's plow a few questions about me to give a little context. I 've always been attracted to confident guys. Not all of them were into bdsm mind you, but when I say confident I really mean that there 's certain potency about them. For you guys out there heed my words when I tell you that confidence is like catnip to girlfriend like me. I love when a guy does n't ask me what I want because he took the time to get to sleep with me, therefore he does n't have to ask. He already knows what I want.

I 've had a good list of beau since my beginning and yeah yeah that makes me a whore, go fuck yourself. Anyway, where were we ? young man, that 's rightfulness ! So in any face, as I 've gone from one relationship to the succeeding I started to figure out that being prevailing by itself was n't enough, the guy had to revel bdsm and not only that but he had to have a willingness to explore my kinks just as I was open minded to trying his.

I do n't have enough imagination to invent a whole new person so the way I describe myself in my write up is pretty much me. A inadequate and scraggy half strain with breast like mosquito pungency. Every girl who looks in the mirror sees imperfection and areas that she 's unhappy with. In my face, you guessed it ; it 's the two lumps of fat that sit on my chest just under my nipples. I 've had just as many admirer tell me that I should get a titty job if it 's what I really want as have told me that I 'm just fine the way I am and they love low chested girls. I 'm sure you would have preferred to get word that I have a Brobdingnagian set of milk filled mamilla hanging off my chest, which would no doubt be great for the phantasy I write, but as a runner it 's a lot easier to sprint around without having a span of big jiggling udders on my torso flopping around everywhere.

Anyway, getting back to the experience at hand. About two boyfriends ago I was dating a guy named Henrik who went by the figure William Henry except for those prison term when we were engaged in a little voodoo fun in which case he was to be addressed as sea captain. I should confuse in a disclaimer that my flow boyfriend, and regular Master, has heard this floor so I 'm not getting myself into any bother here. Love ya babe !

I was dating Henry back in the joyous twenty-four hour period before the onset of corona virus when mass did root things like travel to other places. Weird right ? Henry went on a line tripper for a mates hebdomad and it was agony. I mean I seriously would cause taken a set of saw tooth nipple clamps on my pink buds over being separated, but it had to fall out. Indeed the first base workweek he was gone was agony. trusted, we talked every dark, did some earphone sex in which we 'd jerk off together and engaged in a small sexting, but it was n't the same. We were on the phone one nighttime with a workweek left before his issue and just before hanging up he said to me `` I have something I want for you to do tomorrow. ``

Day One : The Princess male plug

I was thinking he was going to ask me to find fault up his dry cleaning or something but no. `` I want for you to wear your anal plug all day,"he said. As it happened I had just gotten a nice medium sized princess wad with a pinko jeweled cap a couple months prior. You 've seen them I 'm certainly, they 're threatening, made of alloy ; usually have a jewel cap and a foresighted slim neck so your anus does n't get stretched out enabling you to be able-bodied to wear it for longsighted periods.

'' What about when I go out shopping ? '' I asked.

'' Wear your fireplug. ``

'' What about when I go to the gym or for a run ? ``

'' Wear your spark plug. ``

In other news, the hoopla goes in me in the morning and stays in until it 's time for bed with remotion only for that most necessary of deed that I wo n't get into because treatment of turd is a hard limit for me and will not be referred to again. Pursuant to my pedagogy when I woke up the next morning the sec thing I did ( the first was to ensure that I was sufficiently cleaned out, but that 's a study we dare not go into pursuant to reason given in the previous sentence ) was to lube up my spark plug and slowly work it inside my ass. At showtime I could really experience it inside me and the imperativeness made me a little uncomfortable, but over clip I started to get used to it except when I sat down and it really pushed inside me.

I decided to forgo a run in favor of using the ovate machine at the gym. For some reason I thought that would n't be as problematic but I 'm pretty sure I was wrong. All I could think about the entire time was the fire hydrant inside me and with each stride I was very well aware of the invader shifting around in my rectum. I found that clenching my ass tightly helped a lot though and probably contributed to an even loyal looking rear. I did take the plug out when I took a shower after my exercise but fear not ! For before getting dressed I lubed it up and in no time it was back within my tight trivial puckered anus where it belonged.

The relaxation of my day was pretty workaday, sorry. I ran a few errands, did a little oeuvre and spent a little time on my computer at home viewing illicit material, I know, you 're shocked to con that I 'm that kind of girl. I admit I 've always liked the way it felt to masturbate with my ass clenching a plug that 's buried inscrutable inside me. The affair is, as I was walking around outside no one knew I had this big metal matter deep in my ass. Only I knew but knowing that, feeling it and being around people while having that experience was a wonderful sensation.

Day Two : The Collar

I told Henry all about my day which excited him uncalled-for to say. I 'm not certain which contribution he liked better, trying to imagine me out in world with my ass plugged or the fact that I was willing to do it simply because he told me to. They say that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac and when it came to our human relationship, he definitely had the power.

H liked it so much as a matter of fact that he decided to give me another job. This prison term I was to go to a pet store and try on some of the dog collars. That was n't enough though ; constituent of my project was to find oneself a male employee for help in the matter. There would be no concealment in the back of the store while no one was looking !

I went to the local pet memory board and began to peruse the ***********ion of collars. Fun fact, my neck size is the same as that of a small to medium sized dog, so lots of choice ! Naturally I gravitated to a endearing black collar with short silver studs on it. It reminded me of something a dominant, not one that I dated nous you, told me which was that you do n't need a lot of expensive equipment to bask bdsm, you just need a pet entrepot and a in effect computer hardware store.

I buckled the catch into office and went searching for the college age guy I had seen earlier who was stocking bags of dog food near the back. `` Excuse me,"I said to get his attention. He turned around and saw me and while he tried to play it calm and chill, I could feel him staring at me and my cheeks began to burn off. I pointed to my neck and said `` I really like this shoe collar but do you have a mirror so I can see what it looks like on me ? ``

'' You know that 's a collar for a dog right ? ``

'' I know but I really like it. ``

'' This is a pet store, we do n't really have mirrors. If you want I can see if we have something up front man. ``

I shook my head and said `` you do n't have to ; I think I 'll just keep looking. ``

I expected him to go back to stacking the dog nutrient but he did n't, he just form of kept staring at me until I walked back to the shoe collar field where I removed my dog collar and put it back. Big exhale, commission accomplished, can I go now ?

Day Three : The Slut

When I go out at Night I admit I like to testify myself off and clothes sexy. But for our side by side task my outfit had to be something slutty and revealing during the day. Not so practically that I would get arrested mind you, but enough to bend some drumhead and relieve oneself me feel all those heart on my little eubstance. H helped me picture out what to wear because I really wanted to do it right and I was concerned that I might disappoint him with my ***********ion. I 've found that men and womanhood sometimes have very unlike ideas about what is slutty enough.

We did an online TV chat and I pulled out some choices which he approved. The next day for my trip to the gym I wore only a sportsman bra that left my midriff exposed and a pair of super skinny lycra shorts that hugged and barely covered my ass. After my shower the real fun began. I put on my shiny Shirley Temple Black latex paint bird with a white cami ( yes I really do experience that outfit, no wonder it made its way into one of my narrative ) and a pair of stemmer heel that I rarely wear because they 're just so impractical, super hard to take the air in and they leave my feet an aching mess after an hr. Still beauty is more of import than comfort so on my minuscule ft they went ! Naturally no bra or pantie were permitted on this risky venture, which meant of trend that my nipples were totally visible as they rubbed against my top, just the way Henry liked it.

There 's a prison term and a place for everything and if I dressed like this to go out to a night club I 'd be mulct with it. It 's conquer if that makes any sense. But to dress like this to go to the grocery and run errands is a little different. It 's variety of the Saame narrative about how I can tire a bikini to the pool or beach, but a bra and panties which actually provide more coverage would be a no go in populace. Weird huh ?

I could definitely feel people looking at my consistency. My slender legs were on display, my sura muscles accentuated thanks to my exotic dancer heels and my nipples jutted out so much they looked like they could pick out an eye out. I remember hobbling down the aisles of the grocery store, holding on to the cart with each step I took. Guys would just stare at my ass as I passed and I heard a few unflattering commentary from some of the older lady regarding my appearance. Let 's just say they were certain I was a cocotte and given the way I was dressed, it was an understandable conclusion.

As much as I loved the tending I was getting and how sexy I felt, there was definitely a prickling of chagrin that fluttered around my potbelly as I carried out this undertaking. And that was the point.

Day Four : spreadhead 'Em

By this point I was starting to expect to be given a task every day. It was making our fourth dimension apart a little more fun and at the end of our conversation I was a little disappointed that he did n't come up with something for me. I do n't know that he gave this one a lot of thought as I believe he came up with it at the spur of the import. We were about to hang up and I said `` what about my task for tomorrow ? ``

To which he replied `` Oh right, you still want to do that ? '' Um, hell yeah ! So he took a moment and decided that I should tire out a shortsighted bird with no panty and disperse my legs for a while to establish myself off.

Now I 'm a big truster in not forcing my juju on other citizenry, especially vanilla civilians who are just going on about their day. Nevertheless, orders must be followed so what alternative did I really have ? I wore a precious black cotton bird and ran some errands ( seems like I do that a lot, does n't it ? ) I kept looking out for an opportunity to fulfill my task in a way that would n't get me arrested. I could sit on a bus bench and do it. Too obvious and I do n't look at the bus. This went on for a piece with me seeing possible places to sit and scatter and rejecting those choices for one reason or another.

Well at this point I was getting hungry and when you 're thirsty there 's only one affair you can do ; get a burrito, which I did. The restaurant had a few tables and chairs, time to enjoy my lunch. I decided that this was the opportunity I needed so as I sat, I spread my legs gracious and wide, I mean almost as far as they would go.

This gets us to the point of this utilization. I have no idea whether or not anyone saw it. If they did, then they were being middling discreet about their slip glances between my legs. But the point was n't about what other people saw, it was about what I felt, which was complete picture. It did n't weigh if I knew that someone was enjoying the view of my cute little slit, it was about the fact that I was mindful that I was on show. I was wide open and as such my buttock burned and my skin tingled. Maybe that 's why I 'm a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Day Five : Be Respectful

Patrick Henry started giving more thoughtfulness to my tasks and for this next escapade civility was key. Of class I 'm always a charming and gracious girl when I want to be, but this was something dissimilar and subtle. parting of the D/s dynamic that I really savour is communications protocol. I love the whole aspect of having to address your superiors in a sealed way, so you can ideate how excited I was when my task was for me to accost everyone I saw as Sir or ma'am. I could n't call them by their public figure or leave alone out the deed altogether. That simply would n't do. I had to work it into nearly every sentence if I could.

What I really liked about this chore was that it was understated enough that no one would really grab on, yet every clip I did it, I had warm tingling impression inside me because I knew what it meant. At the gas station it was `` Thank you Sir. '' At the veg stand it was `` do you birth any more Solanum melongena ma'am ? ''

My completely day went like that, Sir this, madam that. I think they just thought that I was simply a really super polite lady friend. minuscule did they roll in the hay how move around on I got every prison term the Word of God escaped my lip and there were times when I honestly felt like I was a submissive slave girl living in one of my fantasise worlds in which that kind of thing could be done in the open.

Day Six : Have an Accident

For this one my instructions were fairly specific. I was to go to a market entrepot, have an accident in an obvious place and then I had to find a male employee to recount them about it. You get what I mean when I say accident right ? I wanted to put on dark pant to lessen my embarrassment but Joseph Henry was n't having it. He desired me in a skirt and no scanty but I balked at that. There was a rail line and I refused to spoil it. Remember my insurance policy about not forcing my fetishes on the civilians ?

'' There is no way that I 'm going to stomach in the middle of an aisle at the computer memory and just let pee spray out of me freely,"I told him.

We ended up settling on light colored blue jean. It had to look like an chance event after all. I went to the grocery and I got about halfway down the biscuit gangway to get this political party started. I 'd had a lot of urine beforehand and kept from peeing before as a way to ensure that I could go easily when the time came and that there would be enough pee coming out to meet H. A few drops would not cause pleased the man at all.

There was no such animal as waiting for the aisle to be pass either. There were constantly people going up and down and while it was n't one of the busier aisle in the store, privacy was not going to be an option. I stared at a box of cookie while thinking intently about falls, rivers, cascade, dripping faucets and swimming pools.

At concluding the spray started. I could sense the warmth gathering between my thighs, dripping down my legs to my sandals where my small feet got soaked before my urine formed a small clear puddle with yellowish shade on the floor. I looked down and my jeans had a immense shadow spotlight right where you would expect.

My skin was burning with abasement but it was about to get high-risk. In keeping with my instruction I walked around the store trying to find a male employee. female person restocking cheese, nope. Woman helping customer up front, nope. missy at the deli counterpunch, nope. What the fuck ? Does n't this stupid person stock have any guys working ?

Finally I found a guy stocking yield in the vegetable area. `` Excuse me,"I said as I bit my lip and twirled a strand of my wickedness hair around my finger's breadth. `` I had a little accident on aisle three, I think someone should probably houseclean it up and do you have a bathroom I can use ? '' My skin felt like it was on flak and my encephalon was fogging up from the powerful mortification of it all.

He looked at the dark berth on my blue jean and knew what I had done.

He was sympathetic though and said `` No vexation, we 'll get it taken care of and the lav is out and to the left. ''

Definitely one of the more vivid sensations I 've had in terms of public mortification, but hey, accidents happen to the best of us, right ?

Day Seven : Body Writing

I 've always loved consistence writing. Thomas More time than I can call up I 've taken a sharpie marking and written some pretty tight and take down things on the fillet of sole of my feet, my belittled bosom, my pubic knoll and other touch that could be well hidden. Even my current fellow, ( I mean Master, please spank me Sir, I 've been naughty ), who is a reasonably decent artist enjoys drawing cartoons on my back and ass on occasion.

This task was pretty much more of the Sami but with a couple of twists. The first issue was the measure of the writing. It was n't just a duet things here and there ; I was to really put a lot of clobber out on my pelt. So Henry and I went through a list of unlike things that I was to publish on myself and where it was all supposed to go.

The adjacent aurora I woke up and decided not to do the authorship right away. I had to exercise ( yes I 'm a little gym rat, so what ? ) I knew I 'd be taking a shower rightfield after and I did n't want to bankrupt my hard work so early in the day. As such after I showered and the lotion that I coat my picayune body with had some time to slide down into my skin, it was sentence to get to work.

I stood naked in front of the mirror with a smattering of sharper mark in a variety of colours ranging from black all the way to, well black, though there was a red thrown in for unspoilt measure. foremost stop : my business firm boobies. I used the red marking to force concentric dress circle around my little pinkish teat to make them look like target area ; got ta keep it fun right ? Then I used the black cardsharp to write `` nurse my nipple '' on my left tit and `` fuddle my Milk '' on the right. For the record no, I was not wet-nurse, but I do kind of have a phantasy about being made to farm milk as you 've probably seen from my stories.

On my tummy I made my beneficial attack at drawing a big shaft and balls with cum spewing out of the tip. I 'm no artist so the bar was pretty low, but in my defence, it did end up looking kind of like a putz and balls so we have lift off ! On my pubic mound I wrote `` owned slit '' and below that it read `` enclose peter here '' with an arrow pointing at my pussy. I thought that one was particularly funny given how reluctant some men are to ask for charge when they get lost.

On my upper second joint I wrote `` cumslut '' on one leg and `` fuck my holes '' on the other. On the butt of my feet I wrote `` cocksleeve '' on my left foot and `` fuckdoll '' on the right. I filled in the disruption with more degrading words, `` piss woman of the street,"`` cum drinker,"`` stopcock sucking toy,"`` punish my teat '' and so on until I was pretty well covered.

Now I know what you 're thinking. `` How do you call up what you wrote and where you wrote it ? '' Great question ! The answer is that both to arouse my boyfriend /Master and for him to see how it came out and that I had indeed obeyed the program line, I took a couple pic and sent them to him. Before you ask, no I 'm not going to share them with you, that was a one hundred percent individual thing that will stay private and no one else gets to see them, except my current beau ( love ya babe ! )

I got dressed, nothing too sexy, just jeans, a tank and a crop leather crown and went out. Now you have to recollect, not unlike the anal retentive plug, no one could really see what I had written all over me. This was a secret for me alone. Yet running my errands with the knowledge that I was covered in so many degrading things had my skin tingling and every time I thought of the content that coated my skin, my pussy was juicing.

There was one close birdsong in which I went to pay for some items at the chemist and as I was handing over the money, my sleeve slid up a bit exposing the word `` bitch '' which was written along my forearm. The full-of-the-moon sentence by the way was `` bitch in heat."I 'm not sure if the cashier saw it or not, but just knowing that she might have was adequate to make me burn off with embarrassment.

The matter that kept running through my mind the totally time was `` what if I get hit by a car and the paramedic have to remove part of my clothing and they see all of this ? ``

The next day Joseph Henry came back and that was the end of my seven days of humiliation. I 've had a lot of other fun escapades in my real life so I 'm thinking that if I get expert feedback and pursuit from what I 've written here, maybe I 'll share some more stories from my material sprightliness bdsm journey, which I know is a lot to a lesser extent intense than my phantasy but hey, what can you do right ?

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