Lisa and John had never taken their kinky relationship out into public before. John had instructed Lisa to wear her public collar out a few times but they were careful in their actions and she never felt like anyone could tell that she was John’s submissive sex toy. Tonight was different though. John had made a new friend in Steven and found out that Steven was also a Dominant so tonight was a “Guys Night In… with the slaves” at Steven’s house.
Lisa had been very nervous about the idea and came close to backing out a few times. The idea that other people would know why she was wearing her public collar filled her with dread, but still a little bit of excitement. John had insisted they dress up for the night. John was wearing his black leather shoes, black pinstripe pants, white dress shirt and a sport coat. Lisa was wearing an emerald green dress, white heels, her collar and lacey panties that matched her dress.
When John and Lisa were at Steven’s front door John stopped Lisa before ringing the doorbell and looked her up and down, “You look absolutely amazing. Remember our rules and your manners.” Lisa nodded her head. She was too nervous to speak. He pressed the doorbell.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yeah… yes.” she replied.
John quickly grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back as he moved behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so his lips were at her ear. “Didn’t I just fucking tell you to remember your manners? Do you trust your Master?”
Lisa almost panicked at the thought of the door opening as she was being held like this. She thought of how embarrassed she would be. “Yes, sir. Yes I trust you, sir.” she tried to reply as quickly as she could. Just calling him “Sir”, focused her mind back on how much it turned her on to have John treat her this way. As John let go of her hair and moved her hand back to her side, Lisa was realizing just how turned on she was. Her nipples were taught against the cups of her bra and she noticed wetness in her panties.
“Who do you belong to?” his question was more of a demand than a request.
“You, sir. I belong to you.” Lisa purred.
“Good girl.” he replied.
Just then the door started to open and in that brief moment she realized her nervous energy and dread was almost an afterthought. She felt her Master’s presence behind her and knew that she could handle whatever would happen tonight because she was His.
The Dirty Squirrel 