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“Maaassster, pleeease?” She whimpered in his ear.

He sighed.  “What have I said about using your words, little slave?”

Amanda groaned as Master’s finger began to rub her clit even faster now in punishment.

“Ooohhh, please, please, don’t…” She knew what she wanted to say and what she should say, and they were utterly opposite.

Master’s finger slipped down to part her labia slightly.

“Ohhhh, God, Master, pleease, please, don’t stop.” She finally sobbed out very quietly.

Why quietly?  Because they were sitting at a table in the City’s outdoor mall by the fountain.  Because Master had her scooted right up to his chair so he could easily reach between her thighs to her naked pussy.  Well, no panties pussy…she wasn’t allowed to be bare pussied.  She religiously kept up her little strip for him to enjoy.  Truth was that he was converting her to liking it better than being bare.  It sure kept him petting it more, which was a big bonus!

Right now, she had her arms wrapped around his with her face buried into his shoulder to keep from seeing just how many people were walking by while her master fingered and teased her!  She felt like such a nasty, little slut!  She also knew she loved being his “nasty, little slut.”

Amanda should be begging him to stop it and not make her feel like such a wicked girl being fingered in so public a place while the sun shone and the fountain danced.  Ooo, she shouldn’t have thought about the fountain!

“Did you just gush a little, my little perv?” He chuckled.

She felt a fresh wave of heated humiliation wash over her.  “Yes, Master.” She whispered.  

She had to answer and tell the truth — the whole truth.  He’d punished her for omissions.  Her master never gave her an inch!  It was what she’d warned him about very early in their dynamic.  He’d heeded it when so many other Doms had not, which was why he was now Master.

“Welll…” He drawled.

Amanda’s pussy clenched because she knew that tone and he was about to turn up the torture a few notches.  She was reasonably sure how, because she had been learning her master pretty well over the past three months.

He stayed silent because he knew it was driving her crazy!  Such a perfect sadist, he was.

She couldn’t stand it anymore.  “Yes, Master?” She asked.  

Rational speech was possible again because he’d slowed his clit teasing to a slow boil.  Her nipples ached, but she was pretty used to that always being the case around him.  Her traitorous breasts had been with her their whole life, but they answered to him better than they did to her now!  No fair!!

“What?” He asked as if he didn’t know what she meant.  

Amanda kept from growling…barely.  “Please, what were you going to say, Master? Tell me, please?” She begged and correctly this time.

He smiled at her.  “Good girl.”

She squirmed and always did when he called her that.  The best one was always the first one of the day.  It would hit like the first ray of warm sunshine on a cold day!  Mmmm.  “Thank you, Master.” She purred and hugged his arm a little tighter.

She was rewarded by hearing his soft growl or purr.  He called it a growl, but she thought of it as a purr.  Amanda didn’t argue the point.  She was a bright girl after all!

“I was going to say…I won’t fuck you right here…unless you beg me for it.” He nodded.

Amanda closed her eyes and let him hear her soft whimper, which soon turned into a groan.  She’d been right.  This was his wicked way.  He wouldn’t make her do something unless she begged for it.  Guess what?  Now it was the one thing she wanted to do more than anything, including the begging part!  He KNEW IT, TOO!!  He’d trained her this way.

She knew he was very content to wait her out.  If she was so foolish as to not beg for it now, then he was very likely to edge her to a sobbing mess later when they were alone.  Her slave brain thought both sounded wonderful!  This is what he’d awakened in her…and she loved him for it.

If you do, then I will make you keep your eyes open and on the fountain as I do it. He warned her to add just a nice, sadistic cherry on top of it.

She sighed, turned her head towards the fountain, and accepted that she was doomed from his first, “Welll….”  She sighed.  “Please, pretty please, Master? Finger fuck your little whore right here?  Right now?” She wiggled her pussy against his finger for emphasis.

His purr was her reward once more, and it jazzed her very much!  She loved that she could do this to and for him.  Amanda knew Master loved his nasty, little slut, whore, porn princess, etc.  Sadist, he might be, but he also was very clear in showing how much he truly loved her, too.  This only spurred her on to higher heights of deeper depravities or him. 

A dozen wooden clothespins were waiting for her on the table in his Toy Room.  He didn’t want to be cliche and call it a Red Room, especially since it wasn’t red!  He’d shown her the post that had inspired him.  She’d seen it and immediately begged, yes, begged him to buy some for her.  The look in his eyes and the smile this elicited were priceless to her.

Amanda had always been a sexual masochist or pain-slut, but Master had driven her to a whole new world and not just one level of it!  

“Again.” He told her.

She sighed and turned to nip his earlobe slightly, then lick it.  She was past caring who saw them.  Hell, he was going to fuck her right here anyway, right?  “My master, I beg you to fuck your little slut mercilessly on your fingers. Here. Now…please?” She sucked the earlobe and let it pop out of her mouth.  Amanda had just tugged on the tiger’s tail, and she held on for dear life.

He played her like a maestro with a beloved instrument.  

“Eyes.” He reminded her.

She nodded, unable to speak right now, and he would kindly understand.  His previous command had slipped from her mind when he’d begun his digital distraction on her.

Amanda turned her head and focused on the fountain as it ebbed, flowed, shot, and it became so terribly arousing along with Master’s fingers.  

“Pulsing.” He murmured to her in his deep, commanding tone.

Her pussy answered as did her nipples, traitors!  

His thumb now rubbed her clit as two of his finges began to slowly pump through her labia and deeper into her pussy.

Amanda whimpered nonstop now and had to try very hard to keep it quiet enough, or people would stop just walking by and watch her performance.  She also knew that wouldn’t stop him.  It had never had before!

Shamelessly, she rubbed her breasts against his muscled biceps and began to rock her pelvis a little in his rhythm.  Why deny the inevitable?  She rushed to embrace it!  

“Mmm….close, Master…so very close.” She whimpered to him.  

He loved to know where she was at so he could decide to keep speed, slow, or get faster.  Amanda honestly didn’t care which one.  Her master never had and never would, she prayed, not given her the orgasm once he’d deemed she’d begged well enough for it.  She knew some Doms felt differently, and denial was a turn-on for some submissives, but NOT HER!  It was her trust in his eventual rewarding her that helped her to be more and more vocal for him.  Of course, this was his plan.

Her body was now throbbing and shuddering under his touch.  It was like he could reach into her and unravel hr every soul!  There were no people nearby, no one was watching, just her, him, and the fountain.  Right now, she’d challenge it for who was wetter.

“Pinch a nipple.” He told her.

Amanda’s hand was moving before she even thought about it.  Thank God, was her first thought.  Master knew this was a good button to push for the orgasm to come quicker!  She licked her lips in preparation for the begging to come.

“Ohhhhmmmm.” She groaned as her right hand had snaked back to pinch and twist a nipple.  Her hips bucked slightly in response.

Amanda began her litany, her prayer to her demonic lover, her god of sadism, her master, to let her come.  Over and over and over and over…she begged and properly too with “please, please,letmecome!” She groaned as she could feel he was really going to push her this time.  A sob shook her frame, then another and another until she was softly sobbing into his ear as she also continued to plead for release.

“You may.” He whispered to her and unlocked the mental chastity belt he’d placed on her through training and patience.  

Amanda didn’t mind it all because she’d learned how much more powerful her high could be after being denied and forced to ask permission for it.  There was nothing truly quite like it.

She vibrated around his arm and in the chair as throb after throb pulsated through her whole body.  It was bliss!  It was soooo excellent.  Immediately, she began her soft praises to this deity who’d blessed her with his cruelty and love.

As it finally dissipated, Amanda now clung onto his arm for a totally different reason.  It was her anchor to reality and held her in this world as the rest of her floated through subspace or slave space or whatever it was.  This drug was so incredibly addictive, and she knew and her master knew she’d do anything to get another hit of it!

Her eyes could now open again, and she kissed his shoulder, neck, and his earlobe.  “I love you so much, Master.” She breathed.

“I know.” He said with a smug tone.  Yes, he was enough of a nerd to enjoy quoting the famous, ad-libbed line of Han Solo.

She laughed softly against him.  Point to him…all points to him as always, she thought. 

“Some children are playing in the kids’ fountain.” He pointed out to her.

She lazily gazed over to see four children frolicking in the water jets that randomly shot through the ground in a circular space near the fountain.  Their shrieks of glee were nature’s best balm for any ailment.  Amanda’s eyes searched for their parents and saw three men sitting nearby, each with bags around them.  Ah, Daddy got to keep the kids busy while Mommy drained Daddy’s credit line.  

“Go play with them,” Master told her.

She turned to eye him, not in question but to make sure he understood what he was doing.  Silly slave girl, of course, he did.  His smile told her that.

“Yes, Sir.” She leaned over.  “Kiss, please?” She asked.

He nodded, and she kissed him while he gave back as good as she gave and more.  It took a strong will to not collapse in his lap and let him have his way with her…again.

Amanda rose and began to skip over to the children, who saw her coming and thought it great fun!  She began to giggle with them and chase them as they chased her.  One boy had a incredible fascination with smacking her on the ass when he was within range!  Learned it from Daddy, she wondered.  

She was fully aware that she was now the added-value attraction to the poor husbands, relegated to watching the kids.  It was her master’s way of paying things forward a little?  He liked to show her off to those who didn’t get to enjoy such things as he always could.  This meant Amanda wasn’t as careful as she should have been about flashing out a little too much on her upper thigh or noticing that her blouse was becoming quite wet, making it apparent that she wore no bra.  It wasn’t her body but Master’s toy, which he wanted to show off and share.  She obeyed.

A glance back at her master filled her with pleasure to see the enjoyment and pride in his eyes as she obeyed and performed for him.  She even felt brave enough to stick her tongue out at him.  His arched eyebrow told her he’d noted it and she’d be paying for it later.  She nearly swooned thinking of being bound and watching him clip the clothespins wherever he pleased.  Amanda knew the first one would be on her tongue, keeping her from speaking.

SMACK!!

The little boy had landed a sharp one on her now-wet bottom.  

She turned to him.  “Thank you, Little Sir.” She grinned.

His eyes widened, and he wasn’t sure what to do now.  Amanda looked up to see one of the dads grinning from ear to ear.  She arched an eyebrow at him and rubbed where his son had spanked her.

Glancing at her master, she conveyed the thought that if she stayed any longer, then she’d be drenched entirely, and was that really a good idea since she had no underwear on?  This was done with her own arched eyebrow.

He grinned and motioned for her to return.

The timing was good as Amanda heard the return of the wives.  

“Who was that?” One of them spat out with a good dose of venom.

Amanda laughed as she rejoined Master.  Let the dads figure out how to manage that one.  There had to be some price to pay for her show, didn’t there?  Master rose, and she took his arm. 

“You had an admirer.” He teased her.

“The boy or the dad?” She asked.

“More the boy…a kid after my own heart.” He laughed.

Amanda turned to see that the boy was watching her as she left.  She winked at him and waved.  He waved back with a grin.  Yes, that boy might be smacking other girls’ bottoms fairly soon.