D. and I (mostly D.) came up with an idea of what I had to do the following week. First: my front inside door all the way opened (stays open easily). The outer door, also completely opened and latched so it won’t close. Me: blindfolded, in high heels, garter and stockings, demi cup bra that lifts up my boobs and shows them off nicely, and leaves the nipples free. Nipple clamps on my nipples. A small size vibrator in my asshole, and a bullet type vibe on my clit, both on low (to start), held in place by a rope tied around my waist, running between my legs and tied at my waist again. I had found and bought a bunch of zip ties from a hardware store — pretty colored ones that go one around each wrist, and one through those, effectively cuffing my hands behind my back (I think it’s safer than using the handcuffs, which are sometimes hard for me to get the key into when they are behind my back). Scissors to undo them on the kitchen table. It’s a good look that says “Look at that kinky fucking slut!” I was to stand in the doorway for at least 15 minutes before I expected the trash men to come by, which I did — I think it ended up being around 10 minutes or so, not sure. I was super turned on right away, thank goodness the vibes were on low! I stood a little back from the door — cheating a little I guess — until I heard the trash truck coming up my street. I have a long driveway — about 60 feet or so, slightly sloping downwards, so they are never so close that I couldn’t safely close my door if I needed to (safety is always on my mind. As thrilling as it is to fantasize about being gang banged and used like a pig whore, I don’t really want it to happen!).
Anyway, as I heard the truck, probably seven or eight houses away, stepped into the doorway, still slightly inside, but right at the edge of the step down onto my small front porch. Standing there, completely exposed to my neighborhood as the kinky showoff that I am had me going crazy with fear and lust. My nipples were rock hard and pinched, and I turned both vibes onto medium (egg one has a little corded remote that I had attached to the waist rope). That nearly sent me over the edge right there, but I wanted — needed — to wait.
The trash guys approached, I heard them empty my bin, and I was half freaking out, not believing what lengths I go to for myself and to please D., then, as planned, as I heard the truck start to drive past my house, I stepped forward one step, then another, standing on my front porch, completely exposed, legs spread, and had probably the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
Also per D.’s instructions, Friday is now “masturbate in the parking lot at the office” day. I have started parking slightly in the back of the building, where no windows look down on me (though there is another, smaller office building a ways away that might be able to see my head and shoulders), sticking my hand under my skirt and cumming right there standing next to my car. Since this is following a drive to the office with my skirt pulled up exposing my pussy (sorry D. — Master’s pussy) to anyone on the freeway and city streets that can look down and see, I cum quickly!
Recently, before I went away on vacation with BF (not too much wild stuff, though there was a fun day I may tell you about later), D. had me completely wrapped around his finger. It was a Thursday morning, though either the trash men didn’t come by or I was too busy to notice. I was dressed for work when I was checking my emails online and chatted with D. briefly. Before I knew it, I was stripped of my skirt, and panties, heels still on, bra and camisole off, nearly sheer off-white blouse the only thing covering me, as I took a crumpled sheet of paper to the trash bin (and had one car go by as I did it, no one noticing I don’t think, but the second small SUV got a good look at my ass barely covered by the back curve of my shirt). Then — pulling the car out of the garage, into the driveway, and leaning over each side, “checking the wipers” to make sure they were okay. I can easily imagine what people could have seen, especially at the end when I had to unbutton the last two buttons on the blouse and walk back into the house, with the light shirt blowing open and completely showing off my boobs. I have somewhat elderly neighbors on either side of me, and younger ones all around. I can only wonder if I’m becoming known as the neighborhood slut!
Most recently, I had an assignment: to go to a grocery store on my way home from the office and expose myself to at least four people, one of whom had to be another woman. I was to show them my breasts. And had to rub something cold from the freezers on a nipple. Mission accomplished! The first (and best) was a early 20-something boy who worked at the store. He was sweeping the rugs/mats in the produce department. I had several buttons of my blouse undone, and carried a little basket. I set it down near him, picked two cucumbers (used later that afternoon in me — in my front yard!), and then bent over and placed them in the basket. My breasts nearly fell out of my top, and I heard his broom start to sweep as I bent over, then completely miss he floor and slam into the side of the produce bin!
Being forced to blatantly expose myself is a little new and different for me. I prefer the risk and rush of possibly being seen. But I found out that I also like the submission of really having to show off for someone, in the way they describe, to the people they choose. It wasn’t a “I wonder if I can be seen!” rush — it was a “God, I’m such a slut that I’ll do what I’m told” rush.
Later that afternoon, I was forced to wear just a short t-shirt in my front yard with the cucumber in my pussy and one in my mouth, giving a sloppy blowjob, on my knees, cumming like the slut I am!
I’ve been working lots of overtime lately, so I’ve been getting home late and have been just too tired to “play.” I got home the other night and fell asleep right after a late dinner. I ended up waking up around midnight, very horny. I didn’t bother to sign online and see if I could get any good ideas (or “orders”). I knew what I wanted to do. I ran out and put my spare key on the other side of my street, directly across from my driveway, then ran back in and changed. I stripped, then put on high heels, nipple clamps, a tight white thong, with my purple vibe in my pussy and the little egg on my clit. I made sure all the doors were locked, and that the front door would lock when I closed it behind me. I cuffed my hands behind my back after turning the vibes on high, then walked out of the house, closing the front door, locked, behind me. Now I had both vibes pushing me closer and closer to the edge, while I walked (trying to time it just right) down my long driveway, then started to walk across the street (I’ve never done that before), half crazy with lust and fear. I stopped in the middle of the road, spread my legs, and had a huge orgasm, out in public, exposed and in bondage.