A Sub’s Lament part 3

The phone rang and Dusty grabbed it off her desk. “Hello? Yes Sir,” she said after listening for a minute and then put the phone down. They were going to have a date and he’d be picking her up in an hour. Dusty raced through the shower and dressed as he had instructed her. No bra, no panties. She rummaged through her wardrobe and finally found a dress that would look good with no undergarments. It was her only dress that would look good. “Damn I need some new clothes,” she thought.

She pulled the dress over her head, ran her fingers through her damp hair and then added stockings, heels and a bit of makeup. She finished just in time to hear a knock on her door. She went to the door and Sir was on the front porch.

“Hello little one,” he said.

“Hello Sir,” she said.

“Are you ready?” Sir asked.

“Yes Sir,” she said grabbing her keys as they went out the door.

 

 

They drove a short distance to a small Moroccan cafe. They were seated and Sir ordered for them. A good thing as Dusty didn’t have a clue as to what most of the dishes were. Soon the low table was filled with spicy and sweet dishes. While it was difficult to sit demurely with no undies on a cushion on the floor, Dusty wasn’t ready for no silverware.

“Here, let me help you,” Sir said as he pinched his fingers together and fed Dusty a bite.

Dusty took the food, chewed and decided it was good. “Oh that is nice Sir,” she said.

Sir fed her another bite. They talked and Sir fed Dusty bites. After dessert of halva and coffee, they went for a walk in the park across the street.

“Thank you Sir, that was delicious,” Dusty said as they walked down a path in the dusk of early evening.

“You’re welcome. It gave us each a chance to know each other a bit more,” Sir said as they reached a quiet part of the park. He stopped and stood next to a tree. “Come here little one,” he said as Dusty stood on the path.

Dusty came and stood by Sir. He took her in his arms and kissed her. A long deep kiss, that slowly broke off. Then he turned her to face the tree.

“Hands and forehead on the tree little one,” Sir said.

Dusty did as he said. She felt him run his hands up her thighs and under her dress. His hands were warm against her skin. She realized that he had totally exposed her ass to anyone passing by. It was nearly dark, but still.

“Sir?” she started to ask.

“Little one, understand that I will do what I want with you, when I want if we are to have a D/s relationship,” he said.

“Yyes Sir,” she said. Dusty swore that she must be glowing with embarrassment like a street lamp. Nor was she ready for the smack of his hand across her ass.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The noise seemed to echo across the park.

“Oh! Sir! Ow!” Dusty cried. It startled her more than hurt, but she cried out.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Then came his cool hand across her tender ass.

“How do you feel little one?” Sir asked. He could smell her wet scent. He knew this had excited her. He wondered how honest she’d be.

“My ass hurts Sir,” she said.

“What else?” he asked.

“I’m… I’m dripping juices down my thighs because all of this has turned me on,” Dusty admitted quietly.

Sir’s hand slid between her lips and stroked her from clit to opening. She was soaked. “You are turned on,” he said. Then he smacked her ass with his damp hand.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow! That really stings Sir!” Dusty cried.

Sir moved up behind her, proud that she’d stayed against the tree. He wrapped one arm around her and grabbed a breast and pinched the nipple lightly. His other hand went between her legs and stroked her clit. “Have a little orgasm to make it all better,” he said as he brought her swiftly to orgasm.

“Oh god, oh god, ohhhhh, Sirrrr,” she moaned as he worked her clit hard and fast. Her legs buckled and she hung in his arms. Now the juices were running down her legs past her knees. Sir wiped his hand across Dusty’s ass like he was finger painting. Dusty leaned against the tree for support.

Sir stood her up and leaned his back against the tree. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was average sized with a girth that would be a handful. He stroked it until it was a little harder and then motioned for Dusty to take it in his mouth. She started to kneel and he stopped her.

“Bend over, with your dress still up around your waist,” he said.

Dusty did as he said, her face flaming red with embarrassment. It took a minute to get comfortable with his cock in her mouth. She finally got him wet enough and then picked up her rhythm. She must have been doing a good job as his hand rested on the back of her head guiding it where he wanted. He moaned and Dusty felt a drop of pre-cum on her tongue. Once again, he stopped her.

“Sir?” she asked wondering if she had offended him somehow.

“Wait. Turn around,” he said. Dusty did as he said and she heard his trousers drop to the ground. Then she felt his hands on her hips. He bent her over and ran his cock over her wet lips. He slid in slowly and drove deep. Without a pause, he started pumping hard and fast into her pussy.

“Oh! Sir!” she squeaked. “OMG! Fucking in a public park!” she thought as he increased his rhythm. It felt so good and so naughty all at once. Then she felt him undo the top of her dress and pull it down to her waist. Her breasts bounced free until his hands grabbed them and squeezed and pinched as he fucked her. Dusty wasn’t sure how he did it, but he managed to screw her and control her all at once. She loved it.

“Uhhhh,” he panted in her ear.

“Sir, sir? Mmmay I cccum Sir?” she begged as the need rose from the tips of her toes.

“Yyes,” he hissed in her ear and pounded harder.

Dusty let go of her control and cried out her orgasm. Sir wasn’t far behind and his hands gripped her breasts painfully as he undloaded his cum in her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her as they caught their breath. When his cock slid out he turned her around.

“Clean me up,” he said, his voice still husky.

“Yes sir,” she said. She licked and sucked his cock until it was clean of all their combined juices. He was getting hard again, but he stopped her and redressed. After he adjusted his clothes, he helped her fix her dress. Then he took her by the elbow and they went walking across the park.

As they walked, Dusty could feel his cum and her juices begin to run down her thighs and smear between her thighs. She wanted to go clean up, but there was no where to go.

“Sir?” she finally asked as a long thread of moisture reached her ankle.

“Yes little one?”

“I have cum and stuff running down my legs Sir,” she said.

“Good. I like that,” he said and they continued to walk.

“But Sir,” she started to protest.

Sir turned her towards the nearest tree and put her head against it. Dusty knew not to move. He hitched her skirt up and checked to see just how sticky she was. Then he spanked her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow Sir! Not fair Sir!” said Dusty.

“No one said life was fair little one,” Sir said and proceeded to spank her again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Sir ran his hand between her legs and the juices were really flowing now. “You may complain, but your body likes this,” he said. “You’re leaving a puddle in this fine park.”

“Yes Sir, I can feel it run down my legs and soaking into my shoes,” said Dusty.

“Good. Let’s head back to the car,” he said and pulled down her dress. He took her hand in his which was still wet. They walked back to the car and when she went to sit, he put a towel down on the seat.

“Sir, were you expecting me to be this wet?” she asked.

“Yes. I hoped you’d be this wet. I find a little bit of exhibitionism is always a turn on,” he said.

Dusty settled into her seat and fastened her belt. Sir reached over and pulled her dress up a bit so that he could see her thighs and just the top of her curls.

“Your hair is such a beautiful color. I’m so glad you don’t shave,” he said.

“Oh. Thank you Sir,” she said blushing. “Thank goodness I didn’t!” she thought.

Sir drove through traffic and instead of taking her turn off of the highway, he kept on going. Dusty looked over at him wondering if he had missed it on accident.

“Sir, you missed my turn,” she said.

“Are you so ready to depart my company?” he asked.

“No Sir, I just figured you were taking me home,” she said.

“I am. To my house,” he said. “If that is alright with you.”

“Yes Sir,” she said wondering how the rest of the evening would go. If things went wrong, she did have her cell phone in her handbag.

 

 

They drove for another fifteen minutes and then Sir pulled into a driveway that wound itself around a garden and then up behind an older house. Dusty couldn’t see much except shadows. There were no street lights in this housing area.

“Put this on,” Sir said handing her a blindfold. Dusty put it on, and then sat waiting. Sir came around the car, opened her door and led her out across the driveway. She could hear the gravel crunch under her feet. Then they were on grass. Sir stopped and positioned Dusty on a small bit of grass.

“We are now in my playground in my back yard. The wall is high and no one can see in. I live far enough away that sounds don’t carry. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, may I look?” Dusty asked.

Sir thought for a moment. “No, not yet. Trust me that I am not lying. Give me your hands,” he said. Dusty did as he asked and she was soon tied to two rings that she could grip. She felt Sir undo her dress and he slipped it down her body. Then he slipped off her sticky stockings and shoes. Now she was a little shorter which meant that she was on tiptoes in the grass.

Sir looked at her in the lamplight. Small pert breasts and then that hair. Red curls all the way past her shoulder blades and matched by the sweet curls between her legs. He’d originally had planned to shave her or make her shave but after seeing them, he couldn’t. That would be like crushing a rose.

Dusty could hear him walking around on the grass, but she couldn’t decide what he was up to. Then his hands started to touch her skin. First her ass, then her back. Up her arms and then all the way down her breasts and torso. Then her legs. He returned a moment later and after a second, she realized he was bathing her. A soapy warm sponge caressed her body.

“Sir? Where did the warm water come from?” she asked.

“I told you, this is my playground. I have a sort of outdoor dungeon, which has a shower, hot tub and plenty of warm water. Do you object to being bathed?” he asked.

“No Sir, I was just curious,” she said.

“That’s alright,” Sir said. He continued to bath her, paying attention to her thighs which had begun to chap with all the stickiness. The soap he used was scented with citrus and sandalwood, a favorite of his. He washed her breasts in round motions, delighting in the soapy nipples. When he’d washed her, he brought over a basin and rinsed her off. Once again he paid special attention to her nipples and pussy. He indulged and ran his fingers between her legs an extra time and slid his fingers up inside her. She was so hot and the muscles clenched his fingers. She was enjoying this as much as he was. He stroked her softly and yet quickly.

“Sssir, may I ppplease come?” she asked between gasps of pleasure.

“Almost,” he said. Out of his pocket he brought a small pair of nipple clamps. He stroked her almost to orgasm and as she arched forward, he clipped first one nipple and then the other.

“OH! Ow! Oh,” Dusty gasped. The combination of pain and then pleasure was mixing up her brain. “Oh… Sirrrrr? Sir please let me come,” she begged.

Sir increased his fingering of her clit and then with the other hand caressed her breasts. “Come little one,” he said.

Dusty came. She screamed her orgasm which mixed the pain in her nipples with the pleasure of his fingers. She came again as he thrust his fingers deep in her pussy. She writhed on his hand and hung from the rings. He brought her again and again until she was limp.

Sir wiped his hands on the sponge and then caressed her skin with his damp fingers. His cock pressed against his trousers and he thought about what he wanted next from his fire headed sub.

6 thoughts on “A Sub’s Lament part 3

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    1. Thank you! I’ve enjoyed this one. Like with the others in the Vanillaverse, it has it’s own little twists.

      Glad you like the new look to the blog as well. I found a whole bunch of artwork that is actually digital images and I’ve snarfed all I could. The new banner is one of them. So is the pic attached to the post ‘I want…’

  1. its a good thing i didn’t have time to read much yesterday, since i got to read 2 and three together!

    Wow, that last scene? Hawtness…tho the sex in the park was double awesome too… hmmm…the outside dungeon, however, is a stroke of genius!

    Hugs,

    nilla

    1. So nice to know that you appreciate my warped mind. Lots of people have sex in parks. Hell, I had sex on a train! Plus, why not have an outdoor dungeon? Lots of thick grass, high walls and plenty of room to play.

  2. like the new look, too! funny, it surprised me, coz i was reading it via email then came here to comment and thought i’d been misdirected!

    Great banner pic, too!

    Hug,

    nilla

    1. LOL!!! Thank you! I got tired of the other look. Black was too stark, red was too painful, but that brown… oh my… like chocolate… Glad you like the pic too. Look up digital art some time. Some of it is horrid, but there are some real gems. Oh, and they do cartoon art too! Wolf found me sexy Tinkerbell!!! Or should that be slutty? hm…. maybe I’ll go look again.

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