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Elizabeth- The City

After our last adventure at the restaurant/hotel, I found myself reliving my experiences whenever I got bored at work. Who would guess the assertive attorney was a secret submissive who craved her sexual service? Master made it better by putting a large stainless butt plug in my ass most mornings. I was kept in a constant state of arousal. My nipples were always hard, always showed a bit through my clothing and were often stared at by the dweebs at work. If only they knew that if they called me by my sub name (elizabeth) I must do whatever they told me to do. A few weeks went by, filled with my usual discipline: wearing only a collar and heels between work and bed, regular flogging and caning, cupping and of course vaginal/anal training and pleasure.

One evening, Master told me we were going on a short trip to a nearby large city where we did not know anyone. I was not allowed to pack…Master did it for me.

As we arrived at our fancy hotel, Master told me this weekend would be a training experience in exhibitionism. After bathing and shaving Master, I was told to go the spa to begin my workout. I have a routine that I do every day. As a consequence, my ass is hard, my legs strong and my shoulders and arms are toned. In short, “a nice piece of ass” as one of our friends describes me. I was given workout shorts at least two sizes too small (so my ass cheeks showed), shoes, and a skin-tight t-shirt that totally displayed my chest. I worked out hard for 45 minutes, constantly being ogled by a succession of male workout partners. I thought one was going to have a heart attack when I asked him to spot me on lat pull-downs and I faced him on my knees (mouth at cock level) to complete the exercise.

I got back to our room and was whipped for 15 minutes. Then I was tantric-massaged to an extended orgasm. This is the standard end to a workout. I then bathed and shaved. Master had laid out my clothes for our first evening on the town. Exhibitionism indeed.

For our first night out in this strange town, I was dressed in a skin tight little-black-dress that simultaneously covered me and displayed me at the same time. Hand-made silver choker and earrings. Glad I worked out that afternoon…I was on display. I love being Master’s eye candy. Did I mention the jeweled ass-plug I also was holding inside of me? Very delicious…very wet…very glad to be of service.

We went from dinner to a jazz club to an after-hours club. Everywhere we went, people made comments about how nice I looked and how sexy I appeared. In the after-hours club, I stripped and danced on a table nude. There were dozens of good-looking men with hard cocks watching and clapping. I went from self-conscious to comfy to lewd.

Basking in our sexual magic, Master and I took a cab back to our hotel, where Master took possession of my mouth, ass and pussy. Full possession…I was his again for eternity. Falling asleep in his arms, I gave thanks that I had been allowed to become my True Self. What would our next day bring? Waking up late and sleepy, we decided to order room service. Of course, this did nothing to stop my training, so I greeted the waiter nude and went out of my way to bend over and flex in his presence. Where yesterday I would have been self-conscious, today I enjoyed his appreciative desire and my own physical pride.

A submissive with pride is a bad combination, as I believe Master realized (he knows me so well). Stay tuned.

After breakfast, Master whipped me before my workout. Again, the slut shorts and top, this time with nipple clips. This morning there were twice as many male (and a few female) workout partners available. I think people told their friends about me. Fine, I was there to please Master by showing myself off, and I did. Amazing how many ways people can find to brush against your nipples when it’s obvious you enjoy it. Back to the room...

More tantric massage just to the brink of orgasm and off we went into our day of shopping, flirting, eating, people watching…and total exhibitionism.

For our mid-day outing, I wore a black designer skirt, low boots, and a sheer Dior blouse without a bra. It was an incredible combination of high fashion, elegance and nudity. This city had long ago accepted naked breasts on women as a sign of gender equality, so perfect breasts inside of an expensive blouse looked classy and would get me admired, not arrested. Walking around the streets of this wonderful city with my breasts constantly on display, I went from feeling slightly self-conscious to sexy, open and proud.

What did they say about pride and a fall?

Finally, we found our way to the cross-roads of this city…a fantastic pedestrian plaza full of tourists, pan handlers, street musicians and naked women. Yes, naked women. Since this is a city that accepts naked breasts as a sign of gender equality and the right of street artists to display their art, a unique street performer as emerged. These are the “nudistas”; women and men who strut around in body paint, posing with tourists and showing off their bodies to everyone.

Master took me into a small, unmarked store. When I came out, I was a nudista. I wore just what the others did (not much) with one small addition: I also wore a collar and my body paint was of a French maid. I spent the entire afternoon being naked in front of 1000’s of people, hearing 100’s of comments about my “costume” and body. I became the wanton exhibitionist Master requires and lost any resistance to having my body publicly touched, pinched, stroked and fondled. I was only allowed to thank anyone who did anything…so they did more.

Getting back to the room, I thanked Master by kissing his shoes and was again rewarded with a solid spanking. My pussy was soaked and Master gave me a deep fucking to take the edge off. Master left me to nap my energies back.

I awoke to Master gone and a knock on the hotel door. I answered the door (naked of course) to meet a muscular male cutie-pie rolling a massage table. He introduced himself as Steve and explained that Master had ordered me a tantric massage for 4:00. Room service tantric massage? God, I love this city.

Steve began by working the kinks out of my muscles. He got them out of my muscles, but not from my mind. After he had me in a state of aroused relaxation, he began the tantric part of my massage. He began by blowing across my nipples, smiling at the thick, long erect nipples they had been trained into. Working them firmly with his fingers, he had me arching off the table with pleasure. He called me Elizabeth and told me I could not cum without permission. I groaned and answered, “Yes, Sir.”

He worked his way up and down my body with just his hands and mouth. He licked my pussy, then nipples then up and down my legs. He drove me crazy with his tongue rimming my anus. He eventually gave me the honor of sucking his cock but removed it when I got too greedy. He finally allowed me to cum with his mouth covering my cunt while massaging my g-spot and anus. I never got to taste his cum, but knew I would get some later, somehow. Master returned to find a very relaxed and horny slave.

Time to leave for our last night in the city… Dressed above the waist (if you call it that) in a net top, no bra with a leather half-jacket that goes to just under my breasts. Below the waist; another miniskirt, crotchless tights and flats for walking. The cool night breeze blowing across my almost exposed pussy lips brought back a nice memory of Steve from the afternoon. The stainless plug in my anus made me walk straighter and gave me chills with every step. It was apparent that now that Master had removed any inhibitions I had about public nudity, he was going to work on my sexual behavior. To anyone else I would look like a wonton slut; to Master I would be his devoted slave that loves her service.

I could write fifty pages of what I did that night, here are a few highlights:

--Sucked Master and the cab driver within a block of the hotel --Got my clitoral hood pierced with a heavy ring. --Was given as a gift to a woman who then flogged me in a crowded leather bar --Sat with my legs apart and my hands behind my back when at a bar. I drank through a straw. --Never allowed to sit on my skirt, naked ass was always against the leather, pushing in my plug. --Danced at a strip club and got $500 for a lap dance --Went down on a woman and her boyfriend in the back booth of a club. Loved sharing his cum into her pussy while I sucked her to orgasm. --Danced for hours in the arms of Master (my favorite part). Those college dance classes were really worth it. --Attended a midnight hot yoga class that turned into an orgy. --Straddled Master’s cock while watching the sun come up. --Straddled the waiter’s cock after breakfast. Fell asleep with Master’s hand playing with my new clit jewelry on the plane ride home....came on his hand.

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