Sir asked if I would be willing to take our bedroom BDSM out in public. At first, I was like “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” but then he held my hands and explained.

“Let’s try it just for today and see how you like it. Remember, if you don’t, really don’t want to obey, you can always use your safeword and I will honor it. I also don’t believe it’s right to subject the general public to the more intimate aspects of our relationship, but we can start out in publicly acceptable ways.”

I still felt a bit skeptical, but I trust Sir, so I agreed to try it for one day. Of course, the day started in private with him bringing me to orgasm first with his mouth on my cunny then his cock inside of me, and finally with him pulling out and spraying his sweet cum all over my belly.

After, I went the bathroom to clean up only for him to say, “Leave the cum where it is.”

I stopped short, knowing it would get dry, crusty and a bit itchy, but I had agreed, so I said, “Yes, Sir.”

We dressed, me wearing only a sundress and sandals, him in linen slacks and shirt. Luckily, the dress also sported a built in bra! This was no hardship as I prefer wearing loose, flowy dresses. Before we left for a day in the city, he had me bend over, hands on the floor.

He flipped the hem of my dress up over my hips and generously inserted lube. At first I was concerned. I mean, I wasn’t wearing panties! What if it leaked? Then, I remembered the dress also had a lining, so I relaxed. He then pressed in a small, comfortable anal plug and gave my ass a few well placed smacks.

Sir helped me to stand and said, “There. I know how being plugged makes you feel more submissive. I’ll just keep that there for a few hours.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmured.

He was right. A plug ALWAYS brings out the obedient sub in me!

We began at the art museum, walking around, admiring our favorite pieces. Throughout the visit, sir generally kept a hand at my waist. At one point, I needed to use the restroom and quietly asked him what I should do if the plug came out.

“Discretely clean it and reinsert. But, you will tell me if that happens and later be punished for it. You know that whatever I put in you only I can take out.”

“Yes, Christopher.”

He grinned smugly. I usually call him “Chris” but when I’m feeling all subby, his full name or Sir come naturally to me. Luckily, no mishaps occurred.

He then took me to a lovely bistro for lunch. Naturally, he ordered for me and I continued to refer to him as Christopher or Sir. Each time he looked at me, I got wetter and wetter. Sitting on the hard, bistro chair reminded me of the plug he had placed inside of me. During the light meal, he told his plans for the rest of the day.

“After we finish, you will go to the restroom and remove the plug.” I pouted a little and he laughed. “However, I also want you to get yourself off while in there. I know you’ve been on the verge and must need a bit of relief by now. Be careful that no one hears you, though. If you make one little noise, you will tell me. Understood?”

“Of course, Christopher.”

He smiled. “Good. An afternoon walk through the park seems nice since the weather is perfect. During that walk, though, I will expect you to be touching me at all times – my arm, my hand, – but I want to feel your touch always.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent. Oh, and I may have another little surprise for you in the car, so run along and come back soon.”

When we were back in the car, he handed me a small box. I opened it and opened my mouth.

“Is this?”

“It is,” he answered. “Now, slide that vibrator into your pretty cunny. You’ll keep it there until I say otherwise. Do not let it fall out, even if you have to stop walking to keep it in,” he warned.

“I’ll try, Christopher.” I knew this would be almost impossible.

He smirked again as I slid the small device inside of me. He parked and helped me out of the car. I kept hold of his hand as we walked the sparsely populated paths of the city park. I was concentrating so hard on keeping my muscles tight around the vibrator that I barely noticed when he steered us to a deserted area. Then, he turned up the intensity and I gasped, stopped walking and squeezed his arm. I was on the verge of orgasm when he turned it off.

I blinked, lost concentration, and the tiny thing fell right out of me. Quickly, I bent to pick it up before anyone else walked by.

He handed me a bottle of water and said, “Clean it and put it back.”

Blushing, I obeyed, thankful that no one else was around. Then, it hit me that he had guided me to this area with the intent of trying to make me drop that wicked thing! I grinned up at him and said, “Yes, Sir.”

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. We picked up take-out for dinner and headed home. As we ate, he asked, “So how did you feel about today?”

“I actually really enjoyed it! You had everything planned, Sir, and now. . .”

“Yes?”

“Well, now all I want to do is have you take me anyway you’d like,” I murmured.

We had finished eating and were standing in the kitchen.

“In that case, head to the bedroom,” he ordered, his voice all dark and commanding, “I want you naked on the bed so I can see if you still have any cum left on your tummy. If not, that plus the dropping of the vibrator, will earn you a few consequences.”

My toes curled and I happily responded with a giggle before rushing to the bedroom.

All in all, I rather like public submission.