Meeting my lovely Cumslut, part 1

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Meeting my lovely Cumslut, part 1You’re siting at a hotel lobby at one of Oslo’s more fancy hotels, dressed in a short, black latex dress which barely covers your butt, wearing a bejeweled but-plug in your tight little ass. Luckily, youre wearing a coat to conceal your rather slutty appearance, which considering Oslo’s cold winters, no-one has reacted to yet. You have done your blonde hair up in a pony tail, as ordered, and you have put on make-up, to give you a bit of a whore look. You see several men, and women, all give you a bit of a look, likely all speculating if you’re an eat-european prostitute or not…As you sit there waiting, you get a txt from me, asking if you have arrived. You answer yes, feling the butterflies in your stomach. We have chatted on xhamster for a long time now, and even though I’ve gotten you to reveal your inner slut, and come to accept that part of yourself, you’re still neverous and exited. Perhaps exited doesn’t quite cut it… Your black little panties are soaked after all…A few minutes later, the elevator door opens, and you can see me exit. You can see my playful smile as I walk towards your table. I’m nearly two meters tall, fairly muscular, have brown hair and blue eyes, and there is a noticable bulge at my crotch as I’m coming towards you. I’m wearing black pants, a dark red shirt, a wide balc belt and some nice, black shoes. Apparently I can’t quite conceal my exitement to finally meet, and have you submit to me either…”Hello Cumslut”, I say as your rise to great me with a hug. I see your cheek become red almost immediately, as you see some of those closest to the table turn and kağıthane escort look at you, not sure if they heard what I called you or not. As I get a hug from your tight, well-trained little body, I can feel your tension and nervousness, but I can also smell you… Not your perfume. Your scent… I let go of the hug, and ask you to stand and let me have a good look at you. I sit down, leaving you standing. I look you up and down, and you know I love what I see. I look at your coat, and nod, and you understand that I want you to take it off. It is your first little test, of there will be far more before the night is over…You look around, and there are many looking at you, even men that are out with their wives, girlfriends etc.. Your cheeks are still red, but you comply. You take the coat off, hang it on the back of your chair, to conceal your butt a little at least.. Then you try to sit down quickly, but I tell you “not so fast”… I see you’re clearly uncomfortable, but we also know that this s the kind of thing that turns you on. That makes that smooth little pusy of yours dripping wet… I tell you to turn around for me.. You do so, knowing that your ass is almost half exposed to me as I’m sitting down. You look down at the floor, realizing that looking back at eeryone staring at you would be too much right now.. You can feel your pussy crawing attention…With your back towards me, I ask you if you were a good little slut and bought your first butt-plug earlier that day. “Yes… daddy” you answer, your voice quite low, so that nobody will hopefully hear you. You’re bakırköy escort cheeks are really red now… Your embarrasment probably visible to everybody. “Show me”, I say. Your hart almost skips a beat, as your pulse quckens… You hesitate a bit, but then bend forewards a little, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the sparkling jewel on the steel plug, as it is only slightly covered by your black satin thong… “Good girl”, I say, and gesture for you to sit down, which you do, quickly…As you sit down, you realize how fortunate it was that I had instructed you to find a spot, where you could sit with your back to the crowd. Doing what you just did, woud have been too much if you’ve had to sit, facing everyone now. You feel like a whore, but not surprisingly, it also turns you on. A lot… You’ve learned quite a few things about yourself the last year or so, not the least of which is what kinky little submissive slut is concealed behind your pretty and innocent looking appearance… I smile at you, and you can see pride there, which makes you yourself proud in an odd way, and also turns you on. It feel good to be a slut you think. It feels good to be his slut…As it is the first time we meet in person, and I know you are quite exited s well as nerveous, I lay one of my large hands over your small ones on the tabletop, look you in the eyes and tell you that you’re doing good, and that if you feel that I’m going to fast for you, you just use the safe-word I’ve already given you. I see you smile a little nervously, but I also see you nod, and relax a little. We chat şişli escort a little, and to begin with, I keep the topic off sex, to get you to ease a bit more. As I see you get more relaxed, I order a bottle of wine that we can share, which helps you relax even more. It also loosens your inhibitions a little, and you feel your pussy getting more and more wet, and suddenly the thought strikes you that it’s probably already getting wet where you’re sitting…After about an hour later, I look into your eyes and ask if you’re ready. You think for a second, then look down and nod. I rise, walk around you, so that I’m standing behind you. I ask you to hold your hair to the side, and you comply. I look down at you pretty, slim neck, and place a black, leather collar with a ring in front of it around your neck. There is a steel tag hanging in the ring. It reads: “Daddy’s little Cumslut”. You let your hair down again, and look up at me, and I can see the pride in your eyes. I take your coat and hold it over one of my lower arms, while I present my other hand to you, to help you out of your chair. You graciously accept, and as you get up, we can both spot the wet stain where you sat, and your cheeks become red again. I know there is a part of you that fers me asking you to lick i clean, but I don’t. Not today…I guide you across the lobby, and we can both hear converstaions suddenly halting all over the lobby… You know you look like a prostitute, in your short black dress, wearing little else, except black stay-ups and your new collar. Even the staff is looking. A glass is fumbled behind the bar, and crashes to the floror. I walk at a regular pace, perhaps even a little slower. You can feel all eyes on you, and you look down at the floor as you walk, not able to keep your eyes up. You can feel the plug in your ass as you walk, andyou feel that the walk over to the elevator is a long, long walk of shame… It still turns you on though, and we both know it…

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