Between My Sheets

It felt like Master was gone forever. He left me in the bright lights of the Wal-Mart parking lot, unclothed, bare, naked, brutal. I sat very still, with my eyes closed as he had instructed, and tried not to move. Maybe they won’t see me. Maybe no one will notice.

The plug was still uncomfortably in my ass, making it hard not to squirm. I hard someone knock at the window, and I jumped. I opened my eyes and was relieved to see Master there, instead of some other late-night Wal-Mart shopper. A tear of relief rolled down my cheek as I unlocked the door.

“You’ve been a very good girl. I was watching you for the past minute or so, and you’ve been very good. I’m proud of you, Rori. I bought some presents for you.”

I grabbed at the bag he handed me, for some reason expecting to see  furry handcuffs and a lacey thing. Somethng sexy to rival the push-up bra and panties I had been wearing.

Imagine my surprise when I pulled out of the cheap plastic bag a pair of pink pajama bottoms, a white tank top, some hair ties.

“Put them on, doll. Unless you want to sit here while I go back inside and get something else…”

“No, daddy, these are fine.”

“You may take out the buttplug.”

I breathed and wiggled it out of my ass and instead wiggled into the pj bottoms and tight-fitting tank top. My nipples grew hard against the cloth contact with my skin and we started off again.

“Put your hair into pigtail braids.”

I silently obeyed, shivering from the cold. He turned up the heat and rubbed my leg with one hand while steering with the other.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Are we still going to the sex club?”

“Of course we are.”

I thought about how ridiculous I’d look next to all the girls in their leather and chains…ridiculous. Like a sorority girl on a Sunday morning.

And that’s exactly why, at the club, a crowd surrounded us as Master fucked me. While everyone else was in traditional bdsm garb, I was dressed like an innocent college girl. I was new, I was fresh, and my master was whipping the hell out of me.

He tied me to a cross an pulled the top over my boobs. I whimpered. Not only were we attracting attention from other couples playing, but this was the first time - the first time - I had ever done things knowingly in front of people. Those of you who have been following my life for awhile know that last summer, I was caught fucking at my neighbor’s party. But that was different. That was like…drunk and go with the flow. This was knowingly putting on a show for others. I was nervous, and my face turned bright red.

Yet, I was still growing wet for his touch.  He flicked my nipples and I moaned, arching my back against the restraints.

“Does my little pet want to play?”  he asked, moving close to me and licking my face as he violently pulled my pj bottoms to my knees. I heard them rip, and at the sound of my whimpers, I noticed even more strangers come to watch, rubbing there dicks and licking their lips.

“Yes, sir.” I whispered to him, my eyes roaming the crowd uncomfortably.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” He grabbed my chin and turned my head so I was looking at him. “Look at me when you answer me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he replied, and began fucking me with his fingers, rubbing my clit hard and faster. I screamed out, close to orgasm after only a few minutes of his unrelenting hands.

“What’s the matter, pet?”

“May I please come, Master?”  I gasped out, sweating hard, forgetting about all of the people around us and just focusing on his tongue against my nipple and his fingers fucking my pussy.

“Convince me.”

I cried out again. “Please. Pleeeeaaaasssse. Please, Daddy, please can I cum.”

“Yes. Cum.”

I did with an explosive shudder, crying out a third time before going weak against the restraints.

On the ride home, I notices the bruises around my wrists. I hadn’t even noticed I was pulling that hard. I pointed it out to him, and he kissed my wrists.

“Does it hurt, love?”

I shook my head. No, it didn’t hurt, although it was nice of him to ask. And that’s what I love about this relationship. Daddy demands to much from me, and yet, I’m his. I’m his pet. He takes care of me. He would never want to see me in true pain or harm. He wants only the best for me.

I doubt we’ll be going back to that club again. Master said there were too many lonely, horny, single, naked guys just standing around and staring. Too many people there just to masturbate, not actually there to have fun and explore one another as couples. If we go again, we’re going to look for somewhere that it more couple exclusive. And honestly, that makes me breathe a sigh of relief. It was quite the experience being the show, but the audience left something to be desired.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the pants WERE ruined. Master allowed me to wear my old outfit out of the club, but I have to say - it wasn’t as much fun as the sorority pants. :p