This is the unfeigned actual write up of seven humiliating tasks which were given to me by my now ex-boyfriend while he was out of town.

Before we go into that though, let 's cover a few doubt about me to move over a lilliputian setting. I 've always been attracted to confident bozo. Not all of them were into bdsm mind you, but when I say confident I really mean that there 's sealed dominance about them. For you guys out there heed my speech when I tell you that assurance is like catnip to girls like me. I love when a guy does n't ask me what I want because he took the metre to get to eff me, therefore he does n't have to ask. He already knows what I want.

I 've had a good list of beau since my offset and yeah yeah that makes me a working girl, go fuck yourself. Anyway, where were we ? Boyfriends, that 's right ! So in any display case, as I 've gone from one kinship to the adjacent I started to figure out that being dominant by itself was n't enough, the guy had to bask bdsm and not only that but he had to stimulate a willingness to explore my kinks just as I was open minded to trying his.

I do n't have decent imagination to forge a hale new person so the way I describe myself in my account is pretty much me. A short and scrubby half breed with dumbbell like mosquito bite. Every missy who looks in the mirror sees imperfection and areas that she 's unhappy with. In my case, you guessed it ; it 's the two lumps of fat that sit on my chest just under my nipples. I 've had just as many booster tell me that I should get a boob job if it 's what I really want as have told me that I 'm just ticket the way I am and they love small chested girls. I 'm sure you would sustain preferred to get a line that I have a huge set of Milk filled mammilla hanging off my chest of drawers, which would no doubt be great for the fantasies I write, but as a moon-curser it 's a lot easier to sprint around without having a couple of big jiggling udders on my body flopping around everywhere.

Anyway, getting back to the experience at helping hand. About two boyfriends ago I was dating a guy named Henrik who went by the name Henry except for those metre when we were engaged in a fiddling fetish fun in which caseful he was to be addressed as Master. I should throw in a disclaimer that my flow boyfriend, and regular Master, has heard this floor so I 'm not getting myself into any problem here. erotic love ya infant !

I was dating Henry back in the joyous Day before the onset of corona virus when people did radical things like travel to other stead. Weird right ? Henry went on a business trip-up for a twosome hebdomad and it was agony. I mean I seriously would have taken a set of saw tooth nipple clinch on my pink buds over being separated, but it had to happen. Indeed the first of all week he was gone was torture. Sure, we talked every dark, did some earphone sex in which we 'd masturbate together and engaged in a little sexting, but it was n't the same. We were on the phone one night with a week left before his return and just before hanging up he said to me `` I have something I want for you to do tomorrow. ``

Day One : The Princess Plug

I was thinking he was going to ask me to pick up his dry cleaning or something but no. `` I want for you to wear upon your anal sparking plug all day,"he said. As it happened I had just gotten a nice spiritualist sized princess plug with a garden pink jeweled cap a couple months prior. You 've seen them I 'm sure, they 're heavy, made of metal ; usually have a spangled cap and a retentive thin neck so your anus does n't get stretched out enabling you to be able to wear it for longer periods.

'' What about when I go out shopping ? '' I asked.

'' Wear your plug. ``

'' What about when I go to the gym or for a run ? ``

'' Wear your wad. ``

In other dustup, the plug goes in me in the morning and stays in until it 's sentence for bed with remotion only for that most requisite of acts that I wo n't get into because discussions of poop is a hard limit for me and will not be referred to again. Pursuant to my instruction when I woke up the next morning the second thing I did ( the first was to assure that I was sufficiently cleaned out, but that 's a subject we dare not go into pursuant to reasons given in the previous sentence ) was to lube up my plug and slowly work it inside my ass. At first I could really feel it inside me and the atmospheric pressure made me a slight uncomfortable, but over clock time I started to get used to it except when I sat down and it really pushed inside me.

I decided to forgo a run in party favour of using the prolate political machine at the gym. For some reason I thought that would n't be as debatable but I 'm pretty sure I was wrong. All I could conceive about the integral time was the plug inside me and with each footstep I was very well aware of the invader shifting around in my rectum. I found that clenching my ass tightly helped a lot though and probably contributed to an even firmer looking rear. I did take the plug out when I took a exhibitioner after my workout but fear not ! For before getting dressed I lubed it up and in no time it was back inside my tight picayune crumple anus where it belonged.

The eternal rest of my day was pretty mundane, sorry. I ran a few errands, did a little study and spent a trivial time on my computer at home viewing outlawed textile, I know, you 're shocked to learn that I 'm that kind of fille. I admit I 've always liked the way it felt to wank with my ass clenching a ballyhoo that 's buried mysterious inside me. The matter is, as I was walking around outside no one knew I had this big metal thing deep in my ass. Only I knew but knowing that, feeling it and being around people while having that experience was a wonderful sensation.

Day Two : The Collar

I told Henry all about my day which excited him acerate leaf to say. I 'm not trusted which part he liked better, trying to think me out in public with my ass plugged or the fact that I was willing to do it simply because he told me to. They say that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac and when it came to our relationship, he definitely had the power.

Henry liked it so much as a issue of fact that he decided to ease up me another task. This time I was to go to a pet depot and try on some of the dog pinch. That was n't enough though ; part of my project was to find a male employee for help in the issue. There would be no concealment in the spine of the store while no one was looking !

I went to the local pet stock and began to peruse the ***********ion of apprehension. Fun fact, my neck size is the same as that of a small to medium sized dog, so lots of choice ! Naturally I gravitated to a lovely dark collar with little silver studs on it. It reminded me of something a dominant allele, not one that I dated mind you, told me which was that you do n't need a lot of expensive equipment to enjoy bdsm, you just need a pet store and a skillful computer hardware store.

I buckled the collar into billet and went searching for the college age guy I had seen earlier who was stocking bags of dog food near the dorsum. `` Excuse me,"I said to get his attention. He turned around and saw me and while he tried to bet it calm and aplomb, I could finger him staring at me and my cheek began to burn. I pointed to my neck opening and said `` I really like this choker but do you have a mirror so I can see what it looks like on me ? ``

'' You know that 's a collar for a dog right ? ``

'' I know but I really like it. ``

'' This is a pet storage, we do n't really have mirrors. If you want I can see if we have something up straw man. ``

I shook my capitulum and said `` you do n't have to ; I think I 'll just keep looking. ``

I expected him to go back to stacking the dog food but he did n't, he just variety of kept staring at me until I walked back to the collar country where I removed my dog collar and put it back. Big exhale, delegacy accomplished, can I go now ?

Day Three : The Slut

When I go out at night I admit I like to show myself off and dress sexy. But for our next chore my outfit had to be something slutty and revealing during the day. Not so often that I would get arrested mind you, but enough to turn some heads and ca-ca me sense all those eyes on my little body. H helped me envision out what to wear thin because I really wanted to do it right and I was concerned that I might disappoint him with my ***********ion. I 've found that men and women sometimes have very different thought about what is slutty enough.

We did an online picture chat and I pulled out some pick which he approved. The next day for my trip to the gym I wore only a mutation bra that left my midriff exposed and a pair of ace skinny lycra shorts that hugged and barely covered my ass. After my rain shower the genuine fun began. I put on my glistening black latex skirt with a whitened cami ( yes I really do have that outfit, no marvel it made its way into one of my account ) and a duad of stripper dog that I rarely wear because they 're just so windy, super hard to walk in and they leave my feet an aching mess after an hour. Still beauty is more crucial than comfort so on my little metrical unit they went ! Naturally no bra or step-in were permitted on this adventure, which meant of path that my nipples were totally seeable as they rubbed against my top, just the way Henry liked it.

There 's a prison term and a station for everything and if I dressed like this to go out to a nightclub I 'd be hunky-dory with it. It 's appropriate if that makes any common sense. But to primp like this to go to the grocery and run errands is a little different. It 's form of the same story about how I can wear a two-piece to the pocket billiards or beach, but a bra and panty which actually provide More coverage would be a no go in populace. Weird huh ?

I could definitely sense multitude looking at my physical structure. My slender branch were on display, my calf muscles accentuated thanks to my stemmer cad and my nipples jutted out so a good deal they looked like they could train an eye out. I remember hobbling down the aisles of the grocery store, holding on to the go-cart with each footfall I took. hombre would just stare at my ass as I passed and I heard a few unflattering scuttlebutt from some of the one-time madam regarding my coming into court. Let 's just say they were certain I was a cyprian and given the way I was dressed, it was an understandable conclusion.

As much as I loved the attention I was getting and how sexy I felt, there was definitely a shiver of humiliation that fluttered around my tummy as I carried out this task. And that was the point.

Day Four : cattle farm 'Em

By this item I was starting to expect to be given a task every day. It was making our time apart a little More fun and at the end of our conversation I was a little foiled that he did n't come up up with something for me. I do n't eff that he gave this one a lot of opinion as I believe he came up with it at the spine of the moment. We were about to attend up and I said `` what about my task for tomorrow ? ``

To which he replied `` Oh right, you still want to do that ? '' Um, hell yeah ! So he took a second and decided that I should assume a short-change chick with no step-in and broadcast my legs for a while to show myself off.

Now I 'm a big believer in not forcing my fetish on other hoi polloi, especially vanilla civilians who are just going on about their day. Nevertheless, purchase order must be followed so what selection did I really have ? I wore a cute Black cotton bird and ran some errands ( seems like I do that a lot, does n't it ? ) I kept looking out for an opportunity to execute my task in a way that would n't get me arrested. I could sit on a bus terrace and do it. Too obvious and I do n't take the bus. This went on for a while with me seeing potential station to sit and spread and rejecting those choices for one reason or another.

Well at this point I was getting hungry and when you 're hungry there 's only one thing you can do ; get a burrito, which I did. The restaurant had a few board and professorship, time to enjoy my tiffin. I decided that this was the opportunity I needed so as I sat, I spread my legs nice and wide, I mean almost as far as they would go.

This gets us to the point of this exercise. I have no idea whether or not anyone saw it. If they did, then they were being middling discreet about their stolen glances between my legs. But the point was n't about what other people saw, it was about what I felt, which was complete exposure. It did n't matter if I knew that someone was enjoying the scene of my cute small pussy, it was about the fact that I was aware that I was on presentation. I was wide-cut loose and as such my cheeks burned and my skin tingled. Maybe that 's why I 'm a footling bit of an exhibitionist.

Day Five : Be venerating

Henry started giving more consideration to my tasks and for this succeeding escapade politeness was key. Of course I 'm always a charming and courteous girl when I want to be, but this was something dissimilar and elusive. region of the D/s dynamic that I really love is protocol. I love the whole aspect of having to treat your superiors in a sure way, so you can imagine how charge up I was when my undertaking was for me to direct everyone I saw as Sir or Ma'am. I could n't cry them by their epithet or allow for out the claim altogether. That simply would n't do. I had to work it into nearly every sentence if I could.

What I really liked about this task was that it was understated enough that no one would really catch on, yet every time I did it, I had secure tingling belief inside me because I knew what it meant. At the gas station it was `` Thank you Sir. '' At the veggie stand it was `` do you have any more eggplant Ma'am ? ''

My entirely day went like that, Sir this, lady that. I think they just thought that I was simply a really super polite girl. Little did they know how bend on I got every time the words escaped my lips and there were times when I honestly felt like I was a slavish slave girl living in one of my fantasize reality in which that kind of affair could be done in the open.

Day Six : Have an Accident

For this one my instructions were fairly specific. I was to go to a food market stock, have an accident in an obvious blank space and then I had to retrieve a manly employee to tell them about it. You get what I mean when I say fortuity right ? I wanted to wear coloured pants to lessen my overplus but H was n't having it. He desired me in a skirt and no step-in but I balked at that. There was a melodic phrase and I refused to cut across it. Remember my policy about not forcing my fetishes on the civilians ?

'' There is no way that I 'm going to stand in the midsection of an gangway at the store and just let pee spray out of me freely,"I told him.

We ended up settling on light colored jeans. It had to seem like an chance event after all. I went to the market and I got about halfway down the biscuit aisle to get this party started. I 'd had a lot of pee beforehand and kept from peeing before as a way to see to it that I could go easily when the time came and that there would be enough pee coming out to meet Henry. A few drop cloth would not have pleased the man at all.

There was no such animal as waiting for the gangway to be clear either. There were constantly citizenry going up and down and while it was n't one of the busier aisles in the entrepot, seclusion was not going to be an option. I stared at a box of cookie while thinking intently about waterfall, rivers, showers, dripping faucets and swimming pools.

At last the spray started. I could experience the warmth gather between my thighs, dripping down my peg to my sandals where my belittled feet got soaked before my urine formed a pocket-size clear pool with xanthous shade on the floor. I looked down and my denim had a huge dark spot right where you would expect.

My skin was burning with humiliation but it was about to get worse. In keeping with my instructions I walked around the computer storage trying to find a Male employee. Female restocking cheese, nope. Woman helping customers up front, nope. Girl at the food shop counter, nope. What the screw ? Does n't this dazed store have any guy cable working ?

Finally I found a guy stocking fruit in the vegetable sphere. `` Excuse me,"I said as I bit my lip and twirled a chain of my dark hair around my finger's breadth. `` I had a piffling chance event on aisle three, I think someone should probably strip it up and do you have a bathroom I can use ? '' My peel felt like it was on flak and my mental capacity was fogging up from the hefty humiliation of it all.

He looked at the dingy place on my jeans and knew what I had done.

He was sympathetic though and said `` No worries, we 'll get it taken attention of and the bathroom is out and to the left. ''

Definitely one of the more intense virtuoso I 've had in damage of populace humiliation, but hey, accidents happen to the best of us, right ?

Day septenary : Body Writing

I 've always loved body writing. Thomas More time than I can remember I 've taken a Sharpie marking and written some pretty nasty and demean things on the soh of my foot, my belittled boobs, my pubic heap and other spots that could be well hidden. Even my current boyfriend, ( I mean master key, please spank me Sir, I 've been naughty ), who is a reasonably decorous artist enjoys drawing cartoons on my back and ass on occasion.

This task was pretty much more of the same but with a couple of twists. The low issue was the amount of the writing. It was n't just a couple things here and there ; I was to really put a lot of stuff out on my cutis. So Henry and I went through a tilt of different matter that I was to write on myself and where it was all supposed to go.

The next break of day I woke up and decided not to do the writing right away. I had to practise ( yes I 'm a little gym rat, so what ? ) I knew I 'd be taking a shower right after and I did n't desire to destroy my difficult piece of work so early in the day. As such after I showered and the application that I coat my petty body with had some prison term to sink into my tegument, it was time to get to work.

I stood naked in front of the mirror with a smattering of busy bee markers in a variety of gloss ranging from black all the way to, well black, though there was a red thrown in for ripe measure. First point : my firm boobies. I used the red marker to draw concentric rophy around my slight pinkish nipple to throw them look like aim ; got ta keep it fun right ? Then I used the blacken card shark to indite `` suck my nipples '' on my result tit and `` drink my milk '' on the right. For the book no, I was not lactating, but I do kind of have a illusion about being made to give rise milk as you 've probably seen from my stories.

On my pot I made my best effort at drawing a big cock and globe with cum spewing out of the tip. I 'm no artist so the bar was pretty low, but in my defense, it did end up looking kind of like a cock and bollock so we have lift off ! On my pubic mound I wrote `` owned puss '' and below that it read `` tuck tool here '' with an arrow pointing at my pussycat. I thought that one was particularly funny given how loath some men are to ask for directions when they get lost.

On my upper thighs I wrote `` cumslut '' on one leg and `` fuck my holes '' on the early. On the bottoms of my feet I wrote `` cocksleeve '' on my depart foot and `` fuckdoll '' on the right wing. I filled in the gaps with more degrading words, `` piss whore,"`` cum juicer,"`` prick sucking toy,"`` punish my teat '' and so on until I was pretty well covered.

Now I know what you 're thinking. `` How do you think what you wrote and where you wrote it ? '' Great question ! The answer is that both to charge up my boyfriend /Master and for him to see how it came out and that I had indeed obeyed the instructions, I took a couple exposure and sent them to him. Before you ask, no I 'm not going to share them with you, that was a one hundred percent common soldier thing that will continue private and no one else gets to see them, except my stream young man ( screw ya babe ! )

I got dressed, nothing too sexy, just jean, a tank and a harvest leather jacket and went out. Now you have to remember, not unlike the anal hoopla, no one could really see what I had written all over me. This was a secret for me alone. Yet running my errands with the cognition that I was covered in so many degrading things had my skin prickling and every time I thought of the message that coated my skin, my puss was juicing.

There was one closing curtain margin call in which I went to pay for some items at the chemist and as I was handing over the money, my sleeve slid up a bit exposing the word `` gripe '' which was written along my forearm. The full moon sentence by the way was `` bitch in heat."I 'm not sure if the cashier saw it or not, but just knowing that she might make was enough to reach me bite with embarrassment.

The thing that kept running through my mind the whole metre was `` what if I get hit by a car and the paramedic have to take part of my clothing and they see all of this ? ``

The adjacent day Henry came back and that was the end of my seven days of mortification. I 've had a lot of other fun escapades in my very life so I 'm thinking that if I get good feedback and pursuit from what I 've written here, maybe I 'll percentage some Thomas More floor from my real life bdsm journeying, which I know is a lot less acute than my fantasies but hey, what can you do right ?

So if you liked my experience, be sure to take in me so you can lie with when I post new things and feel free to impart respectful comments. Also, I do bdsm artwork as well, break it out on my DeviantArt page at : www.deviantart.com/kristinkailey