If you have not already read part 1, I suggest you start there. See part 1 here…
I turned and began walking through the shopping centre, each high-heeled step a deliberate movement of seduction. He fumbled with the phallic vegetable and bottle of lube I had insisted he purchase. I could hear his nervous breath as he attempted to hide the objects in his hands while we walked through the busy centre.
He followed me, uncertain of what I planned to do after the earlier humiliation foreplay in the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket.
I took my time, stopping to look at the various window displays, taking note of my victim’s flushed cheeks in the reflection of the glass. I enjoyed toying with him. No doubt his mind was busily trying to work out what I was going to make him do with that impossibly big phallic vegetable.
His skin was bright with embarrassment. The more he visualised just what I was going to make him do next, the more he felt as though every passing shopper also knew exactly what was about to happen to him. Exposed… embarrassed… aroused… desperately wanting to get away from the laser beams of their eyes yet feeling completely turned on by it.
I bent over in my tight, shapely skirt and adjusted my shoe slightly. I watched with amusement as I saw him shift his jeans uncomfortably… blood flowing unbidden to his crotch making his pants grow tight and stiff.
“No where to hide little mouse… “ I purred.
Next I asked him to purchase me a large drink while he was still holding on the embarrassing objects and struggling with the fact he was semi erect. Not hard enough for anyone else to notice, but hard enough to make him very self-conscious.
He ordered the drink, avoiding making eye contact with the cashier, no doubt imagining she knew exactly what was happening in his dirty little mind. She didn’t of course, but that didn’t stop his face from turning several shades more crimson.
I seductively licked my lips and began sucking through my straw, leaving lashings of red lipstick kisses all over it. I just watched him through heavy lids as I slurped and sucked every last drop down. Eye contact can speak volumes. He squirmed…
When I was done I had him dispose of the cup and I walked slowly and deliberately towards the stairs to the second floor where the cinemas reside. We walked together in tense, excited silence. Every sense alert, pulsing and alive.
I could feel his relief as we entered the darkened foyer of the cinemas. It was easier to not be noticed here. Not so much light and the thick, red carpet muffled the clickety clack of my ridiculously high heels.
I sauntered over to the unisex toilet and waited until there was no one around.
“Quickly now, in we go!” I said eyeing the bathroom door.
He hesitated but my face expression told him I would tolerate no disobedience so he slipped inside. It was a large cubicle. Big enough for what I had planned…
“Hand me the vegetable,” I said calmly. He passed it to me. It was a bright green vegetable I didn’t know the name of. It was covered in wart-like bumps and was as long as my forearm… and certainly a lot thicker…
“Mistress, I… I don’t know if I…” he began stammering.
I just looked amused and raised one eyebrow. “You don’t know if you can what, slave?”
He eyed the vegetable and gulped.
Without breaking eye contact, I opened the bottle of lube and deliberately poured it all over the vegetable like chocolate sauce on an ice cream sunday. Clear, slippery gel wound its tendrils down the vegetable in thick ribbons.
“But… I’m sorry Mistress, but I really don’t think I can take that!” he stammered.
“Is that so, slave?” I purred, again amused.
I reached over and grabbed a handful of hair at the scruff of his neck yanking his head back, opening his mouth and pulling him off-balance.
“I suspect you will do as your told don’t you?” I whispered so close to his ear that my breath tickled his lobe.
“Besides, I told you there would be… consequences... if you chose a smaller vegetable than I did, didn’t I, slave?”.
His eyes widened but he didn’t answer.
“I can’t hear you” I purred… “Didn’t I warn you slave?”
“Y…Yes Mistress” he stammered.
I thrust the tip of the marsian looking phallus in his mouth and watched him strain to take it in… lube spilling down his chin. He mumbled and moaned but it was muffled by the vegetable unceremoniously stuffed in his orifice.
“Now that I have your full attention, slave, I am going to give you some instructions. I want to you to listen very carefully and obey to the letter, do you understand?” He nodded, eyes wide and mouth still full. I thrust the vegetable in a little further and watched impassively as he struggled to take it.
“In a moment I am going to let you go. When I do I want you to unzip your jeans and pull them down to your ankles. I then want you bend over the toilet, resting your hands on the flush tank and present your bottom to me. You need to be very quiet so we are not overheard. There could be people right outside the door. Do you understand?
“Yes mistress” he mumbled through the vegetable gag.
I released the scruff of his neck and removed the marsian phallus vegetable from his mouth. He immediately unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, exposing his very hard cock standing in full salute to me.
I smiled to myself. Here was a complete stranger I had never met before doing my every bidding. I took a moment to savor that thrill. He had contacted me through my professional dominatrix website and we had negotiated a session. Even though I am a professional with an excellent reputation, it still takes guts to trust and obey someone you do not know. There is an art to seducing submission out of someone and I love every second of it.
He turned around and assumed the position as instructed. He no doubt heard the snap of my latex gloves.
“I like being fully dressed when you are all vulnerable and exposed slave” I whispered throatily. “Being bent over and humiliated suits you…”
I slapped his perky arse cheek and slithered a lubed finger down his crack, making him jump.
“Shshshsh my wicked boy, we both know you are going to do as you are told and open up for me”. I reassured him in a lullaby voice of honey seduction. “We both know you like to be fucked and I am going to invade your most secret places”.
I pushed a finger into his arse. He gasped with the shock of it but soon relaxed into a moan of pleasure.
His hole was tight and we both knew he would never be able to take the vegetable phallus but I was enjoying playing with his head. With my other hand, I rolled the vegetable between his butt cheeks and down through his thighs to tickle his balls. I began gently thrusting my finger in and out, massaging his prostate with every stroke.
We could hear the muffled sound of people in the cinema foyer, going about their business.
He began moaning quietly and rocking back and forth, obviously enjoying being penetrated.
“I think you like it don’t you slave? Tell me how much you like being fucked up the arse slave? I want to hear you beg for more.”
“Yes Mistress! I love being your slave. I’ll do anything you say. Please fuck me Mistress”.
“You’re a little slut aren’t you slave? Tell me how much of a horny slut you are.”
“I’m your horny little slut, Mistress. I’m your little slut. Please fuck me Mistress!”.
At this point he was so aroused he would have done anything at all and I knew it. I thrust a few more times and then stopped abruptly, leaving him empty and desperate for more.
“Now slave, I am going to give you a choice. You can either take this delightfully large marsian phallus all the way up your arse or you can open your mouth and let me use it as a toilet. I did drink an awful lot you see… I want you to drink every last drop of my golden nectar and thank me for it. Which will it be?”
He hesitated. I drummed my fingers impatiently. “Hmmm?”
We both knew that he was revolted by the idea of drinking my piss but that the phallus was impossible for his tight, untrained arse to take. It wasn’t really a choice. He would have to become my living toilet.
I held the marsian phallus up for him to assess. “Which is it to be?”
“I.. I will take the golden shower, Mistress” he stammered.
“Good boy”. I smiled. Now lie down on the ground and open your mouth. I want to hear you say that you are my toilet.
He lay down obediently and half opened his mouth nervously. He didn’t say anything. I could feel how humiliating it was for him to say those words out loud. His cock was harder than ever but still he struggled.
“I want to hear you say it slave” I repeated impatiently.
“I, I am your toilet Mistress. I am yours to piss on. You may piss in my mouth and I will drink every last drop. I am yours to do with as you please”.
“Yes, yes your are.” I purred.
I slowly hitched my skirt up to reveal my black satin g-string. I slipped my fingers under the elastic and flicked it against my skin. I stepped across him so one of my high-heeled shoes was on either side of his head, giving him an exquisite view up my skirt.
I slowly slipped my panties off, sliding them down my plump, stocking-clad legs. I slipped them down all the way to my ankles so they stretch taut across his nose and mouth filling his nostrils with the scent of my pussy, hesitated a moment, then flicked them off altogether.
“Open your mouth little slave. Open wider than that. For if you do not drink every drop, my golden shower will spill all over your shirt and you do not have a change of clothes”.
I let that sink in.
Then I stretched luxuriously and bent down into a squat, positioning my pussy only inches from his face. So close, yet so far away…
He opened very wide, not wanting to spill a drop.
At first it was just a trickle… a little splish, splash… I controlled the stream in short bursts letting it gush into his open mouth and roll over his tongue. I heard him struggle not to spit it out… struggle to keep his mouth open…
His cock was so hard I could have used it as a crow bar. He may be revolted, degraded and humiliated but he was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Taste it slave. I want you to taste my golden vintage like a wine. Savor it. Swish it around your mouth, there’s a good little toilet”.
I squirted another warm gush into his open mouth and watched him struggle to obey. It was a little too much for him however as some spilled out the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin and the front of his chest.
I held the phallus up for him to see clearly. “Drink it ALL up or you will have to take this after all” I threatened with an amused voice. “It will be very entertaining for me”.
He doubled his efforts to comply with my wishes and I began to gush in earnest making it very difficult for him to swallow in time without my piss going all over him.
Just at that point there was a sudden banging on the door. A male voice, obviously an employee of the cinema, said, “Excuse me but you need to come out of there. You were both seen entering the toilet and you’ve been in there far too long. You need to come out immediately!”
“Just a moment please” I said sweetly while continuing to piss all over my slave. The surprise knock had made me jump, spraying my golden shower all down the front of my slave’s shirt. He was soaked. I may as well finish the job I thought sadistically. I sprayed one final gush all over his face and clothes.
My slave was in a panic. He had been getting off on the idea of maybe getting caught but to actually be caught! Well that was the ultimate humiliation!
I calmly stuffed my panties in my handbag and disposed of the vegetable and lube bottle in the bin.
I then folded my arms amused as my slave tried desperately to clean himself up. He wiped his face with toilet paper as best he could but there really wasn’t anything for it but to come out covered in my golden nectar. He looked terrified!
There was more banging on the door from the manager. “I really must insist that you come out of there immediately” he said in a commanding loud voice. This of course attracted attention of passers-by. When we did open the door there was a small crowd to greet us, all staring at us.
I stepped out perfectly neat and tidy in my tight skirt and seductive heels… a small wicked smile on my face…
My slave followed out awkwardly behind me covered in piss and unable to do a thing about it. I walked slowly and deliberately across the hall with all eyes burning into us. I can’t imagine what they were speculating. Could they smell the urine or did they think it was water on his shirt?
I know my slave had never squirmed so much in painful, arousing embarrassment in his life! He was both horrified and secretly loving it. I did not hurry a single step.
Down the esculator and back in to the main shopping centre, we walked the slow parade of shame. Soaked in my scent he was forced to walk at a sedate pace through the flouro lit halls. The walk seemed to last forever. A smile curled my lips every step of the way… enjoying every awkward moment of humiliation… every excrutiating moment of exquisite torture.
After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the car park.
I turned, noticed his straining erection had returned… and simply winked at him… then walked off to my car without another word.
I just left him standing there in the delicious torment of degradation and arousal. I left him burning with need for release. Ah, a Mistress can be so cruel.
He wrote to me later to tell me that was one of the most extraordinary, unusual and arousing experiences he had ever had. He has a thoroughly wicked and hot story to climax to over and over for years to come.
This story is based on a real session in my early days as a professional dominatrix and humiliatrix. All sessions are negotiated and consented to and my slave had a safe word he could have used to stop any activities at any time. I had no intention of actually getting caught and involving innocent by-standers but it just happened that way.
I have written a blog here about how humiliation can actually be a deeply loving and conscious way to approach kink. Check it out here…
For those interested in sessions with me, I am currently based in Sydney, Australia. See my website for further details.
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