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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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part two
Sixty seconds in to drinking you put down your first glass, it’s empty and the condensation on the outside still trickles down to make a ring on the tabletop. You look up at me furrow your brow and give me a pout.
“I’m full now” you say and give a little half sneer, letting you brat out in public so early…
“No, you’re not” I say, patiently, smiling, “But if you truly are you may leave the table now, see you around” you sneer again, and then jolt as you realise the plug in your ass is also remote controlled, but not to vibrate. I press the shock button in my hand again and you visibly wince and moan as electricity attacks that warming spiced arse, all of your own doing. The old man to your side now almost permanently watching, his wife asks him what has caught his attention, he shakes his head, choosing wisely not to tell her, this time.
“Two minuets and 13 seconds left” I say… “If you want to play today, you’ll make effective use of that time”. A quick zap in your ass and you jerk, and change your mind, grab the second glass, and start gulping it down. Your belly is a little distended now, your small frame bloating with two pints of icy water on top of a hot Grande coffee.
“Excellent” I chuckle to myself, the second empty glass joining the first with still 38 seconds left to go. “Well done, Good girl” I praise you loudly enough even for the waitress to look up and cock her head to one side, wondering what she just heard. “Now, follow me,” I rise and am at the door and turning right as you slide out from behind the table eager to follow.
I set a brisk pace, walking in silence and your short, but lean and attractive legs must work hard to keep up. Even harder as today, in obedience to my command you have laced on the mid-calf black leather boots I sent to you this week. Those 4-inch spike heels almost impossible to walk in for someone who usually wears soft trainers every day. Of course I did ask your size, but deliberately ordered half a size smaller, so they would pinch and be torturous to stand in for any length of time, never mind semi jog along at my side. The very thought and sight of you in then arouses me, makes me want you even more. The slight breeze on the air ruffles that oh so short kilt and now you start to colour up as you notice the eyes that stare at you down the street.
You squeak as I playfully turn the power level of the shocking plug up to two, causing others to look up from their daily commute, quizzically wondering what cause the noise.
After a quarter of a mile, we turn into the park, we only have to cross this half mile of green land with its bushes and arboretum layout to get to my house and out of the public eye. Your bladder is starting to cramp now from all that cold liquid and the semi jog, making you out of breath.
“Sir” you say, “Sir I need to pee. please, is there a loo nearby?”
“No” I reply softly, “only the loo at my house, really, I expected some level of self-control from you, brat” gently admonishing you. “Can you make it?”
“I’m not sure I can.” You’re starting to ache hard, face creasing with the effort of controlling yourself.
“Can you make it to that clump of tress and rhododendrons?” I ask, “Its only 100 yards away”.
The look of horror as you realise what must happen is priceless, I smile inwardly and grin at you, “Come on, its semiprivate at least, see how I think of your modesty, you should thank me”
You hobble after me, those spike heels digging in the ground at every step making each one a little more awkward and agonising in the cramped space, regretting lacing up so tight.
We reach the trees, “Not yet brat” I inform you sternly, don’t you dare release yet.
Hanging your head and trembling whilst biting your lip you nod assent. I dig in my right coat pocket and pull out a twelve-foot length of paracord. “Hands behind back” I instruct you, and you place then together, prayer like for me. A quick loop and a knot and they are secured together.
Spotting a low eight-foot-high branch on an oak tree I toss it over, mostly we are hidden by the thick rhododendron bushes, but from some angles, for a second, it’s possible to see the park, and therefore for folk to see you too.
Gentle I pull the rope and your hand raise, arms straight out behind your back. The strappado position makes you bend at the waist and when your body is at 45 degrees, putting pressure eon your already bursting bladder, I tie it off.
“Look at me in the eyes” I tell you, “No” you say “Shan’t, you’re being horrid.” A buzz in your ass soon changes your mind, “Yes” I tell you, smiling “That’s only level three now… sharp isn’t it, you really do not want to keep defying me and hiking it up do you…?”
“Now… I am going to read you your twenty lines from your second set, I am sure that you will remember what you wrote, but I shall read it aloud to you, twenty times over, to remind you. Once I have finished, and only then, you may relive yourself, do you understand?”
With horror and a sinking feeling in that cramped small belly you nod, colouring up and flushing a very fetching bright pink.
Reaching into my left pocket I pull out your envelope, and retrace the heart on it, unfolding the papers inside I shuffle them and find the second set. “Oh, I forgot… just to help you concentrate I have two remotes in my pocket. You may NOT cum, only relieve yourself after I have finished speaking”.
I flick the second remote, and the egg in your pussy bounces into life, vibrating with a low but insistent throb, the plug in your ass in this semi bent position pushing it more onto the outermost wall of your pussy, just touching the bottom of your G-spot. To add to that low buzz, I set the ass plug to a thrumming low shock, once every 5 seconds. Your legs start to shake, and you stare into my eyes not breaking contact. – “Don’t you fucking dare” I growl at you and your knees soften. “Now I shall begin”
I start to read aloud, slowly, intoning each word of the twenty identical lines you wrote before we met. Now you are honouring that odd kind of contract you made by writing them, you must feel so proud….
“I will Piss myself in public for Sir” ... slowly I read, watching you quake and tremble, arms hoisted, half bent over, short skirt almost riding high enough to see your plug. Ten times I intone the phrase as you struggle, but still keep that eye contact. Eleven times, 12, 13, I slow my voice down a little, and you whimper, start to beg for release, but on I grind, sixteen times, 17.
Your breath now in short pants, ragged as I reach eighteen, then nineteen. I start line 20 and you shudder, dropping your head but bringing it straight back up to lock onto my eyes.
I finish the line, and you explode, a powerful stream of piss firing from you but at the same time you’re trying to close your legs and collapse, other sensations rocking over your body making you convulse, I count in my head to five as your stream abates to a dribble and stops. Quickly I release the rope and remove it from your hands, rubbing the flesh back to life as you lean back on me, eyes still rolling, thighs tight together as you sag and I turn both remotes off.
I hold you up, hug you and kiss your forehead, let you know you are safe and that I am proud of you. You nod and regain some composure, then realise your state and start to colour up fast.
“Well, brat, you are doing well with your lines. However….” I pause and you gaze up at me, biting your lip… “You went against instructions – you came when forbidden to do so… tut… we shall deal with that later, now – follow me, its only one hundred yards to my house, such a shame you have no control”.
I set off at my usual pace, your heart in your mouth, anticipation welding you to the spot for five seconds before you come to with a start and trot after me, awaiting what you are remembering you wrote in your lines…
To be continued.
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