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."
Humiliating Louise Part Two It was 8.00pm and the hotel reception area was teeming with people. A couple of tour buses had just arrived, dropping off the latest load of tourists from the international airport. Louise waited patiently while her Master checked them into the hotel. They hadn't stayed there before and she was keen to see what the room was like. Lou flicked a bit of lint off her skirt. It was a cool evening so she was wearing a long black skirt with a split up the back, and a semi-fitted black cashmere sweater. Her heels were tan, and matched her bag. And, of course, she was wearing pantyhose. No panties, though. Louise wondered silently what the hold up was, check-in was taking forever and she wanted to shower and change before she and her Master went to dinner. When he finally got the key and walked over to her, Louise could tell her Master was a little annoyed. Lou knew from experience he didn't like to be kept waiting. She hated it when he was cross, so she kissed him and told him how handsome he was, and how fortunate she was to have him in her life. It was the truth, anyway, and it seemed to do the trick because he relaxed a little. Grabbing their bags, he strode over to the elevator. Calling over his shoulder to her, he said, "Our room is on the top floor, so the view over the city should be worth seeing. Hurry up, will you?" he added, impatiently, as Louise scurried after him as best she could in her high heels. The bank of elevators was quiet. The tour parties were still being processed and no one else was waiting to go up. Louise had heard about these elevators. They were made of glass on three sides and rose up through a glass atrium that housed the hotel's reception area. In fact, as she looked up through the roof of the atrium, Louise could see the night stars high above them. It was a beautiful sight. A muted ping heralded the arrival of the elevator, and Louise followed her Master in, still looking up at the stars. As the elevator ascended, the lobby fell away below them and the people milling around reception got smaller and smaller. Louise pressed her nose to the glass and watched them - they all seemed very far away as they rose higher and higher. Suddenly, Louise cried out in surprise as the elevator jolted and stopped. Absorbed in people watching, she wasn't expecting the abrupt halt. Louise was scared the elevator had malfunctioned, and they would both be sent crashing to the ground. Worried, she turned and reached for her Master. But her Master wasn't worried at all, mainly because he had stopped the elevator on purpose and was just standing there, watching her closely, a smile playing around his lips as he watched her reaction. "What's the matter, baby?" he said softly, fixing her with a steely glare, his finger still pressed on the 'stop' button. Louise looked at him closely then, and she could see he had that glint in his eye. She knew it well; usually it meant he had something devilish in store for her. But what can happen in a glass elevator? wondered Louise, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal as her panic faded. "Uh...nothing, Sir," she replied, her voice wavering just a little. "I was scared we were going to crash, is all." She smiled at him uncertainly as he continued to watch her, his ice blue eyes locked on her flushed face. "Turn around, slut," he ordered. "Turn around and face out. I want you to bend from the waist slightly, your legs spread, with your hands against the glass. Do it now." Turning, Louise obeyed without question as she assumed the position he wanted. She was almost embarrassed to realise she was instantly aroused - the combination of the tone of her Master's voice and the look in his eyes invariably triggered such an automatic, slutty response. Through the reflection in the glass, Lou could see him moving toward her. All her senses were heightened and the hair on the back of her neck prickled with anticipation as he approached. Reaching her, he pressed his groin into Lou's ass as his hands reached around underneath her sweater and loosened the clasp on her front-fastening bra. His large hands cupped her full breasts, and she moaned as he rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers. She gasped as he nuzzled the back of her neck, nipping and biting, his lips moving over her hot flesh. Groaning, Louise closed her eyes as the pleasurable sensations washed over her. His lips vibrating against her ear, her Master snapped, "Open your eyes, slut. Open your eyes and look at all those people down below us. Do you think they can see what we're doing?" His words jerked Lou back to reality, and she was shocked. Of course they could see what was going on should they choose to look up, thought Louise in horror. After all, it was a glass elevator, and she was braced against the glass with her legs spread and her Master's hands up her top. She tensed slightly, humiliated when she realised that they may be seen. But her Master wasn't worried, not at all. "Relax, bitch," he commanded, straightening up as he took his hands away from her. Although she was embarrassed, Louise was also disappointed; she realised she really didn't want him to stop touching her. She took her hands off the glass to tidy her clothes - her bra was undone and she wanted to fix it. "Did I tell you to move?" he snapped. Louise turned to look at him, her face flushing at the tone in her Master's voice. "Answer me, slut." "Uh, I thought ..." she started, but he cut her off. "You're not supposed to think, though, are you? You don't move unless I tell you to move, you don't speak unless I tell you to speak and you don't think unless I tell you that you can. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir," she whispered, distressed that she'd displeased him. "Good. Now turn around again, leave your fucking clothes alone, don't move, don't make a sound, keep those eyes open and don't even think about thinking. I control you. Correct?" Relishing in his control, and eager to please him, Louise nodded silently as she braced herself against the glass once more, wondering what he had in store for her. Satisfied with her submission he pressed against her, his lips and teeth again moving over her neck. Lou shuddered with desire as she felt his hands sliding underneath her skirt, then up her legs and over her thighs. "Do you want my fingers inside you, slut?" he whispered, as his hands crept further and further up her legs and toward her wet cunt. Desperate for him to touch her, Louise nodded as she resisted the urge to grind her hips down on his hands. After all, she'd been told me not to move and she dared not disobey. Her skirt was bunched up almost to her waist now, and she realised she was on show to all of the people in the hotel's lobby area below, should they choose to look up. But Louise didn't care, all she wanted was to feel her Master's hands on her and his fingers inside her wet pussy - she craved his touch like a drug addict craved drugs. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he grasped her pantyhose and ripped the nylon in one forceful movement, tearing a gaping hole in the delicate material. Lou's ass and cunt were now exposed, her skirt riding high. She was pulled off balance momentarily by his actions, and stumbled a little as she struggled to regain her footing. His hand cracked down sharply on her bare ass, leaving a stinging red handprint. "I told you not to fucking move, didn't I?" he hissed, striking her again. Pressed against the glass once more, she welcomed the sharp sting of her Master's slaps, but apologised to him all the same for moving, even though she could hardly help it. Now he was behind me again, and Louise could feel his warm breath against her ear as he told her, "We haven't got a lot of time, slut. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers. I'm going to allow you to cum, but we haven't got long. Someone is going to notice the elevator has stopped before too much longer. But I want you to cum, I want you to cum on my hand while all these nice people below us in the lobby of this five star resort look up at you and marvel at what you'll do for me, and think what a fucking whore you are. Do you want that? Do you?" Almost driven mad with lust, Louise nodded frantically, begging him to finger her, begging him to use her, begging him to let her cum. Finally, she was rewarded when she felt his fingers slipping over her juicy pussy, spreading her puffy, pink lips apart and sliding into her wetness. Her Master had large hands and long fingers, and she couldn't get enough of his touch as he pushed first one and then two into her warm depths, her inner muscles contracting around him as he swirled and delved inside her. Her Master's other hand was in her hair, pulling Louise against him firmly. She arched her neck and groaned as he bit into her sensitive flesh, his teeth leaving red marks on her pale, creamy skin. His thumb slid over her clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he slipped a third finger into Louise, stretching her juicy pussy wide open as he plunged into her over and over again. "Fuck my fingers, slut, cum for me all over my hand," he said, and Louise ground her hips down on him, trying to draw him deeper and deeper inside her. He whispered darkly in her ear as he fucked Lou's wet cunt forcefully with his hand, calling her a slut over and over again, telling her that she was his slut, and that he owned her; owned the very cunt he was using in full view of the people far below. This, coupled with his fingers sent Louise tumbling over the edge, her pussy spasming around his hand and her knees buckling as her orgasm swept over her, tipping her into a bottomless void of pleasure. Far below them, through a haze of red-hot passion, Louise could see a group of Japanese tourists had noticed them. They were staring and pointing up at them in shock as Louise screamed silently against the glass, cumming violently over and over again with her skirt around her hips, and her torn and ripped pantyhose around her ankles and one of her Master's hands tangled in her hair and the fingers of his other hand buried deep inside her cunt. Louise realised she didn't care at all. With love and thanks to Sir, the source of my inspiration :)
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