Of course, if one observed closely there certainly was evidence of her enjoyment as her pussy juice left a nice long trail following her panties hitting the grass.
She snapped a quick photo of herself bottomless as proof, before swiftly pulling her shorts back up and sending the picture over to her master. As she left her panties folded neatly on the dish of the fountain, she’d just realized how starkly contrasting the red garment stood in that dark garden, wondering if she should hide it somewhere less visible should it be too outstanding. It being so precariously close to that stagnant water wasn’t helping either.
Caveat: Good so far. Your next stop is the bus shelter another two blocks up, north.
Me: On my way Sir…
Neha knew full well that her not wearing a mask was a moot point. However, it was still a problem if the snaps of her activities sent with her face visible was not a good idea no matter the circumstances, yet she didn’t have much choice. On top of that, she was pretty sure Caveat would find a way to bone her – literally and figuratively – no matter how she tried to snake the rules of her “game”.
Her line of thoughts was broken by the sound of the car driving by her, the slight spray of the puddle it ran over splashing on her bare ankles, almost making her wish she opted for shoes.
“Great, now I’m dirty…” Neha grumbled as she tried to shake off the water from her legs. As she looked up, though, she could see she was just a short sprint to the bus stop up ahead and not wanting to dally on time, decided to jog to her next destination.
Me: Sir, I’ve reached the bus stop.
Caveat: Take off your bra. Same as before, you’ll take off your tank top, then the bra which you’ll place under the seat, then put your top back on.
Me: But Sir, this is way too out in the open! I’ll be seen!
Caveat: It wasn’t a question, slave. Shall I have you leave both your tops there, then?
Again, Neha heaved a sigh; she knew that her master was good in rhetoric, plus he definitely had his finger on the trigger should she disobey him any further.
Me: Yes, sir…
With that, Neha took a quick look about the area to make absolutely sure there wasn’t anyone to spot her and pulled her tank top up and off, holding it between her thighs as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the grimy floor under the seat, shuddering the thought of what sort of stains graced the ground. Almost mechanically, Neha took a selfie of her topless with the bus stop in the background before sending it to her waiting captor and hurriedly pulling her tank top back on, adjusting her ample bosom within the constricting material.
“Why did I choose white?” she asked herself as she saw her nipples poking through the white material of her top, erasing any hope of her boobs looking inconspicuous. What pissed her off more was the fact that her bra was in contact with all sorts of germs laying on the floor under the bus stop seat, wondering how she would be able to wear it back later…
Me: It’s done Sir.
Caveat: Nice big tits you have Slave. There’s a traffic light just before the train station gate, go on over now.
“Fuck… I hope he’s not getting me to take something off at each stop…” she mused anxiously as she quickly realized she had only 2 items of clothing on her left. How much further did he intend to expose her at this point?
She could see the distinctive tiled rooftop of the train station in the distance, and with apprehension placed on bare foot in front of the other, unsure if she could – or should – go forth. Darting about in her mind were all the possibilities of how she could escape her master. Block him and change her name? Leave town or the city? Short of getting surgery on her face and changing her identity, Neha knew there was no way she could even hope of running away. The best thing she could do was to comply and hope not to cross her master whose influence seemed to grow with her every step.
Before long, she could see the wrought iron fence that lined the train station where beyond this was the town center.
“Oh my god… This is so public. I really fucking hope he doesn’t plan for me to use this area…” Neha said to herself as she tried not to lose grip of her phone, her palms sweating bullets as she lifted it up.
Me: Sir, this area is really… public. Please, I can only do so much…
Before she could register Caveat typing did he reply her with a single snap of a screenshot, very clearly could she see he had a photo of her naked at her office’s pantry masturbating, ready to be sent to someone on messenger which she barely even looked at who it was, knowing the message was clear.
Me: No sir please I’ll do it! Don’t leak me out!
Caveat: Once you reach the traffic light, take off your shorts and tie it on the pole.
Neha stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening at the prospect of being stripped ever more as she traversed the neighbourhood; of course, he had EVERY intention of getting her naked, thus her worst fears had just been confirmed. Realizing the terrible situation of which she had no say in, Neha started to sob. As the tears ran down her face dropping onto her phone screen, her already sweaty palms even sweatier than before had rendered her phone essentially waterlogged at this point.