Humiliating Louise
The instructions were very clear, thought Louise as she drove towards Sydney.
But then, they always were. Her Master never left her in any doubt as to what
was expected of her and though she sometimes balked at them, to date she had
always done as she'd been told.
But this time... this time was different. Although they'd been together for some
months, they'd never done a public scene. All their previous sessions had taken
place in the privacy and comfort of her Master's apartment. To date, he was the
only person who'd witnessed her humiliation. Today would change all that, she
thought. In a brief moment of self-doubt, Louise wondered if she'd be strong
enough to go along with what he had asked of her.
Wriggling in her seat, Louise felt a shiver of pleasure ripple through her as
the balls she'd pushed deep inside her rolled slightly. Along with the balls,
she'd dressed this morning as she'd been instructed - a short denim skirt, and a
semi-fitted black v-neck tshirt that showed off her large breasts. The white
heels her Master had asked her to buy and wear had made her shudder with
revulsion when she'd slipped them in this morning. They were so far removed from
anything she'd normally wear; in fact, the whole outfit was. Didn't he know
white heels were just wrong in so many ways? Especially with a short skirt.
Actually, thought Louise wryly, she rather suspected he did know that, and
that's why he'd instructed her to wear them. As for her underwear, well, she'd
been told to wear her awful pink thong and a black push-up bra. Lots of makeup,
far more than she normally wore. Bright red lipstick, and black eyeliner. Yep,
thought Louise, she definitely looked like a slut.
It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. As Louise got closer to the city, she
could feel the anticipation building up inside her. She couldn't wait to see him
again, couldn't wait to be with him. But Louise knew she'd be expected to please
him, or he'd be angry and disappointed. Perhaps he'd even send her back home -
Louise didn't like that idea at all. Right then and there, she made up her mind
once and for all. She was going through with it. As hard as it would be, she
would do it. She would do it for her Master.
Arriving in Sydney, Louise found a high-rise carpark as close to harbour as she
could. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk far in these ridiculous shoes.
Besides, she preferred that as few people as possible see her in this sluttish
outfit. A long parade though the city was definitely not on her agenda. Parking
her car, she hurriedly made her way to the ferry terminal. The quay was busy,
and as she waited awkwardly outside the ticket booth as instructed, she became
aware of stares and whispers.
"How much?" jeered a spotty teenager, surrounded by a gaggle of his friends. The
teenagers leered at her as they passed, purposely jostling and pushing against
her. Colour rising in her cheeks, Louise realised they thought she was a
prostitute. Or, at least, that's what they were hinting at. Turning away, she
scanned the crowd anxiously, looking for her Master. Was he coming? Surely he
was. He wouldn't have issued these instructions, and then not turn up himself,
thought Louise. Or would he? Louise knew if it pleased him, he was capable of
doing exactly that. She knew it, and she accepted it. It was the way he was, and
it was all part of the attraction. He controlled her, and she submitted to his
wishes. He was capable of great warmth and kindness, but also great ruthlessness
and, she suspected, cruelty. She dared not complain, even though she was
sometimes frustrated. Then again, thought Louise, she definitely needed a strong
Master. At times, she could be a bit of a handful.
Her cellphone rang then, and Louise's heart leapt as she recognised the ringtone
she'd assigned to her Master. Fumbling in her bag for the phone, she wondered if
he was calling to tell her he wasn't coming after all. Having already felt the
sting of humiliation as the lasviscious stares from passing men raked over her,
Louise wondered if that might be best after all. But then, she did so want to
see him, so she hoped he wouldn't tell her that. Finding her phone, she answered
the call.
"You look like the slut you are," he growled as she answered. No pleasantries,
no greetings. Just that. Louise looked around wildly as she tried desperately to
pick him out in the crowd.
"Where are y..." she began, before he abruptly cut her off.
"Shut up. You don't need to know where I am. Just know that I can see you. Don't
speak unless you're told, or asked a direct question. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir," said Louise, quietly. She knew from his tone he wasn't in a mood to
be fucked around.
"I see you've dressed accordingly. Are you wearing the balls?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. You know what I want from you. You know what you have to do. Are you
willing to do it for me, slut?"
Louise hesitated for the briefest moment.
It was too long.
"I see," he said. "You're saying no to me, is that it?"
"No, Sir," said Louise frantically. "I'll do whatever you ask of me, I promise.
I'll submit to your wishes, please let me, please." Louise realised she was
begging him to let her submit, right her in the middle of the busy quay.
"Very well. But don't hesitate again. I dislike hesitation. I either control
you, or I don't. Now get the pen out of your bag."
Holding the phone between her shoulder and chin, Louise rooted through her bag
for the pen, fingers shaking. Did she remember to bring it? She was sure she
did. Finding it at last, she pulled it out. "Got it, Sir."
"Suck it, bitch. Suck it like you would my cock."
Face burning, Louise sucked the end of the pen, sliding it in and out of her
mouth. She was aware of the passersby, but didn't want to piss her Master off.
So, she did as she was told.
"Nice. Now, slowly, I want you to turn completely around, and drop the pen. Is
that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." Louise did as she was instructed.
"Bend down slowly from the waist and pick it up. Get your ass in the air; I want
to see that pink thong. Do it now."
Slowly, Louise did as he ordered. As she bent over, she could feel the breeze
off the water against the bare skin of her ass as her skirt rose up. She was
mortified, yet strangely excited. In fact, she realised she was wet. She could
feel the fabric of the thong slipping against her wetness and the balls moving
inside her as she reached for the pen. Picking it up, she rose slowly, wriggling
as she tried to adjust her skirt. Then, she jumped as she felt a cruel pinch on
her bare butt.
"Nice ass," muttered an unfamiliar voice.
Louise almost dropped the phone as she whirled around to confront her attacker.
But she was too slow, and the man had melted back into the crowd. Louise heard a
laugh on the other end of the phone. "I see I'm not the only one pleased with
your appearance, slut. Are you ready to proceed?
"Yes Sir," whispered Louise. This was turning into quite an experience, and they
weren't even on the damn ferry yet. Louise shivered at the thought of what was
to come.
"Buy a ticket for the next ferry. When the ferry docks, make sure you're one of
the last first to board. Wait until others get on, and find a seat opposite a
man, any man. Then, wait for my call. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," replied Louise, and the phone went dead.
Louise went and bought her ticket, noting the next ferry was due to dock in just
a few minutes. Pushing her way to the front of the waiting crowd, she wondered
where her Master was. Had he bought his ticket yet? She was briefly tempted to
look for him, but if he caught her... well, he'd no doubt be cross and she
didn't want that. God knows what he'd make her do.
Boarding the ferry, Louise lurked around the bottom of the stairs and waited for
suitable quarry. She still hadn't seen her Master, and the boat was filling
fast. She scanned the passengers, and spotted a lone man sitting with his back
to her. He appeared to be by himself - he'll do, thought Louise. Moving quickly,
she walked over to the seat opposite him and sat down, legs crossed. He was
reading the paper, and didn't look up. Louise surveyed him covertly from beneath
her lashes. He looked to be in his mid to late thirties, a little overweight,
with glasses. No wedding ring, just a watch. Louise tried to imagine what his
reaction would be when she carried out her Master's instructions, but failed.
She really had no idea.
Louise watched absently from the window as the deckhands released the ropes, and
felt the ferry move slowly away from the quay and into the harbour. Seaspray
dashed in through the open window, smattering across her face. She felt her
nipples hardening against the cotton of her shirt in response to the fresh
breeze. Watching the gulls swoop and dive on the currents, she started as her
mobile rang suddenly.
"Look to the left of you, look at me. I'm in the middle bank of seats."
Louise turned her head, searching for him. Her heart leapt as her eyes met his,
and it was as if the air between them snapped and crackled as his very presence
washed over her, sending her dizzily into the space she craved. From his seat,
he could easily see both she and the man she sat opposite.
"Are you ready, slut?"
"Yes, Sir," Louise answered, her voice wavering.
"Do you remember what you have to do?"
Louise said she did.
"Don't disappoint me." The phone went dead as he hung up.
Casting one last look in her Master's direction, Louise slipped the phone back
in her bag, then took a deep breath. Leaning towards the stranger in front of
her, she said, "Excuse me? Do you have the time?"
The man looked up from the paper he was reading and glanced at his watch.
"11.15," he replied, then did a double take. Louise had leaned forward in such a
way that her breasts were practically spilling out of the v-neck top she was
wearing. She knew he could see straight down her top, and the thought was
strangely exciting. Fluttering her eyelashes, she thanked him as she leaned back
in her seat, slowly uncrossing her legs. As she did so, her short skirt rode up
her thighs, exposing a glimpse of her thong-covered pussy.
Remembering what she'd been instructed to do next, Louise stretched luxuriously,
raising her arms high above her head and parting her legs even further. The
action pushed her full breasts against the thin material of her shirt, and as
she relaxed she could sense the man's eyes upon her, watching her every move.
Settling back into her seat, Louise caught his eyes and smiled at him. He
flushed and looked down hurriedly at his newspaper but Louise knew she had his
full attention. Spreading her legs a little wider, Louise trailed her fingers
across her upper thigh, looking at the man from beneath her lashes as she did
so. His eyes were fixed on her again, watching her as a mouse watches a snake.
Flushing a little with embarrassment at what she had been instructed to do next,
Louise slipped her hand up her skirt, sliding her fingers between the thin
fabric of the pink thong and the warm flesh of her cunt. Delving between her
pussy lips, Louise gasped as she made contact with her clit. The man before her
couldn't believe his eyes, he'd never seen such a thing. This woman was
practically fucking herself with her fingers right there in front of him!
Louise's eyes were closed now, and she imagined her Master watching her as she
behaved like the slut she was in front of all the strangers on the ferry.
Slipping the thong to one side, she tugged gently on the string attached to the
balls deep inside her wet cunt. Lost in what she was doing, her eyes flew open
as she felt a hand grasping her hair at the base of her neck. Looking up, her
green eyes met the ice-blue eyes of her Master standing behind her.
He leaned down, his lips close to her ears, his hand still buried in her hair.
"Give me the balls," he ordered quietly, and Louise started in shock. This was
new to her, he hadn't told her she'd have to remove the balls in front of the
stranger as well! Heat crept over her face as she wrestled between her feelings
of shame and her desire to please him. Sensing her hesitation, he tightened his
grip in her hair, whispering "Don't disappoint me, bitch."
The man opposite watched the exchange with disbelief, half rising from his seat
as if to come to Louise's aid. A look from her Master stopped him, and he sank
slowly back into his seat to watch the scene being played out before him.
Submitting to her Master's wishes, Louise tugged again on the string as she felt
her Master's hand slip down her top and inside her bra. As she pulled one of the
balls out, she groaned as her Master twisted one of her nipples, sending waves
of pleasure shuddering through her. Too deep in subspace to care about the
spectacle she was making of herself, Louise embraced her sluttishness and
submitted entirely to her Master's control. Another tug on the string, and the
other ball slipped out of her wet cunt, leaving her empty and wanting.
"Give them to me," instructed her Master, holding his hand out.
Louise placed the glistening balls, slick with her juices, in the palm of his
outstretched hand.
"Panties."
Louise obeyed immediately, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of the thong
and raising her ass off the seat as she wriggled the panties down her thighs. As
she slid them down her legs, she bent to take them off entirely, but her Master
stopped her.
"Leave them gathered around your ankles, and spread your legs. Show this man
what a wet, hot slut you are for me. You've shown him what you'll do for me, now
show him what I do for you. Show him how wet I get you."
Too embarrassed to meet the man's eyes, Louise spread her legs wide so the man
had full view of her juicy cunt. Aware there were other people watching now, not
just him, Louise's humiliation grew as her Master once again leaned down and
said, "Touch yourself, slut. Play with yourself for me in front of all these
people."
Louise did as she was told, slipping her fingers in and out of her cunt, then
transferring her juices to her hard clit. The combination of her Master's hand
in her hair, his control, her humiliation and the pressure of her fingers on her
clit sent her over the edge, and as the ferry docked, Louise begged, "Sir,
please, please let me come, please let me be a slut for you, please, Sir!"
"You can come, slut," her Master said, stroking the back of Louise's neck as her
orgasm exploded through her with an intensity that took her breath away. As the
last shudders racked her body, Louise slumped in her seat, legs spread wide and
pussy juices running down her thighs. As she looked up and saw all the people
watching her, she flushed with pleasure as she heard her Master's words.
"Good girl. You have pleased me."
