AI art by me. “A Walk in the Park”

The cool breeze felt good on her bare thighs.

Amanda kept her eyes cast down as she walked slightly behind and to the side of her master.  The metal of her collar was heavier than usual as she felt the eyes of those passing by on her, on it, on the leash from it, to her master holding her leash as he walked her.

She was being taught “to heel.”

Whenever Master stopped, she knelt beside him until he decided to move again.  There were no words or commands.  It was what was expected, and she knew it.  She’d agreed to it.  Hell, she begged for it!

The fantasy and fetish of it were a far cry from the reality of being walked like a pet, an object, a toy along the sidewalks of a city park.  Granted, this park was in a different neighborhood than most, where sights like hers were not so uncommon.  This was how Master and she circumvented the non-consent issues in a more public setting.  There were no kids here.  There were only adults who partook in or were aware of the Lifestyle.  

Amanda knew there was a membership fee.  It was cheaper for Dominants bringing subs here than for people coming in alone to just enjoy the views, etc.  There were areas of the park where sex was accepted and encouraged for those enjoying that level of exhibitionism.  Amanda wasn’t sure she wanted that…yet.

“Good girl,” Master murmured.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered and felt the familiar rush of pleasure at his praise.  “May I ask for what this time, Sir?”

“You automatically displayed well.  You’re learning.” He commented.

“Oh.  Thank you, Sir.” She mumbled.  Amanda hadn’t even been aware of it.

Her very short shirt dress barely covered her when she was standing.  When she knelt, she was to part her knees in display as usual.  It was a little frightening to her that she’d been trained so well that it was second nature now.

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed.

“When we get to the bench, would you like a spanking this afternoon?” He asked her.

Master was different.  He asked for her desires, opinions, and preferences.  It didn’t mean he’d follow them, but he did care to ask, and he did listen.  It was intensely thrilling and fulfilling to be seen in this way.  It was why she’d decided to beg for a leash walk.  He’d earned this from her, and she…she wanted to push herself further into her slavery to him.

They arrived at the bench, and he sat while she knelt by him.  He undid the leash and handed it to her to put in her purse.  It was her duty to care for her own leash.  Master shouldn’t be burdened with it.

He eyed her, and she knew what was coming but held still anyway.

A soft, deep moan erupted from her as he put his index finger through the leash ring on her collar and tugged he towards him.  This.  THIS!  He loved doing it to her, and she loved having it done to her.  

This one movement put her in her place, her headspace, and under his total control within a second.  Her eyes locked into his as was required.  He’d never needed to command it since it was just…natural for her to stare up into the eyes of her owner.  

“Happy Slave?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Very, Sir.” She whispered.

“What was it you wanted?” He grinned.

God, he loved to make her beg and beg and beg some more.  She loved how he treated her.  “Please, Master, take me over your lap and give me a spanking?” She begged.

“Come.” He patted his thighs.

Up she moved and settled into a very comfortable position.  It was one of the places she was meant to be in her life.  His hand came over her ass curves with fond possession.  She shivered and moaned.  “Oh, Master.”

“Mmmhmm.” He murmured and began to spank her all over to warm her up slowly.  The spanking started to speed up, and soon he was in full spanking mode.

Her bottom was so heated right now.  She squirmed slightly but held her position of toes pointed, ass arched, no flinching, no clenching.  She must show a beautiful ass to her master to play with.  It was her duty.  

Soft whimpers began in her throat, and tears pricked her eyes as he truly began to give her a thorough spanking.  Master’s hand was as hard and wide as many paddles she’d felt in her time as a submissive.  His spankings could be stingy AND thuddy.

The sound of the spanking was delicious to her own ears, and she knew he loved it, too.  Her whimpers became continuous moans as her bottom was getting a little bruised now.  Master was the only one who could hand spank her and still leave good bruising she’d feel tomorrow.  It was wonderful!

Strangely, she was wishing he had his leather tawse handy.  It’d have her in sobs within seconds.  Did she want to sob?  Damn.

“M-m-m-master?” She sniffled.  “Harder, please?  Pretty please?” She begged.

His laughter made her feel all the more humiliated at having to beg to be beaten to sobbing, but the rest of her didn’t care.

“As you wish.” He teased her with the line from the movie.

His hand became faster and actually harder.

“Ohhhhohhh.” She moaned and felt the dam beginning to burst.

“Come now.  Sob for me.”  He commanded.

She nodded, and the sobs began to wrack her frame.  He didn’t let up.  No, he began to spank her upper thighs, which had been untouched.  This made her sob even more as the sharpness of it drove her over the edge.

Amanda was going feral, and she knew it.  A growl surrounded her sobs now.  Her ass arched up even higher as she begged for his fingers inside of her.  She knew he knew it.

His mocking laugh made her flush from the roots to the tips, but she was past shame.  “F-f-fuck me…pleeeeaasssee, Master.  Please, now, pleeeeease?” Her voice was loud, and she heard some laughter from nearby.  Someone was enjoying her display.

“Not yet, my little fucktoy.” He chided her.  “Let’s allow more people to watch, right?”

She nodded.  “Yes, Master…I am yours.” She told him as she often did.  It was a fact.  If he wanted to show her off to a crowd, then she’d do her best to make him proud of her!

Two fingers plunged into her dripping pussy, and she squealed with delight.  It wasn’t three seconds of it before she was yelling for permission to come.

“No.” He said with calm cruelty.

Amanda was coming undone, and he didn’t care.  He wanted her to unravel.  She did as he wished.  “Can’t…can’t..talk…much….longer, Sir!” She groaned.

“I know.  But you still can, obviously.  Better impress me quickly.” He warned her.  “Or you go without until tomorrow.”

Her heart clenched at this news!  No way!  There was no way she’d survive.

“Master, master, let your cunt, your fucktoy, your property, your slave, let her cum to please you, to praise you, to worship you!” She babbled now and heard the soft murmur of reaction from the surrounding crowd.

“One more time?” He told her.

She nearly fainted from the exertion, but repeated it with more tears behind it.  She needed it, him, this, more than she needed air!!

“You may.” He told her softly.

She arched, shuddered, giggled, growled, wept, and cycled through it all over again as she was allowed to have the orgasm. It was so much, so overwhelming, her eyes closed, her body shook, and her voice sounded far off as she screamed her pleasure and love for her master.

It took a few seconds or minutes for her to realize the spanking was over.  She panted over his lap.  Dimly, she became aware of her master talking to others.

“Yes, form a line right here and only four spanks per person, please.  Be sure to be firm about it, or it won’t count.” He was telling the others.

Oh. She shivered.  Master was letting the onlookers have a little fun with his toy.  Being a good toy, she arched her ass up for him.  Master kept count for a dozen or more people who spanked her.  Some were very good at it, while others would need a lot more practice.  

Conversations were had over her bare back, and she thought Master made a new contact with one of the women who sounded interested in a session with him.  Amanda was pleased she’d brought a new toy for Master to play with soon.

His hand was slowly fondling, squeezing, and massaging her bottom.

“You did well, little slave.” He murmured.

She shivered.  “Thank you, Master.  I tried to be good for you.”

“You were and are.  Would you like an ice cream on the way home?” His voice sounded a little different.  It was a little more comforting and nurturing than usual.

“Yes, Daddy, please?  I’d like that.” She whispered.  Master was also sometimes her Daddy when she needed it or wanted it.  She did need cuddles, snuggles, and ice cream tonight.  It had been a long Big Girl Day, and some Daddy time sounded awesome.

“Remember what you learned today.” He said as he stood and attached her leash once more.

“I will, Daddy.  I promise.” She told him.  The dress now felt hot and sticky.  “May I take off the dress, please?” She begged.

The breeze felt much cooler on her bare body now as her master walked her to the car.  So deeply into subspace was she that she couldn’t even remember if anyone had seen them on the way out.  It didn’t matter.  She was where she was supposed to be and wanted to be.