Public Humiliation
Keywords: Public, Humiliation,
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"Meet me in an hour."
"An hour? That doesn't give me much time."
"I know that, why do you think I left it 'til now to call you?"
"You're a wicked man, Jack."
"Yep and don't you love it?"
"You know I do. Right, I'll see you in the car park in an hour. Jeez!"
"Don't give me that, young lady, unless you want punishment? What am I saying? Of course you do. Don't be late, I'll be waiting!"
"Yes, but where are we going?"
"No more questions, you'll find out soon enough. I have a few surprises for you."
"Quite! Why do you think I'm trembling here?"
"Oh, don't be silly. It's the kind of surprise you'll love, honey. Now get off the phone, you need to get going!"
"Ok, babe, see you soon."
"Indeed you will. Bye!"
"Bye!"
After the call ended, I rushed upstairs. I wanted to get ready as quickly as possible, but also make sure I was fully prepared. I know I can never completely prepare myself for one of Jack's surprises, but I did want to make sure I didn't forget anything. He'd given me a list of things to take and those items were running through my mind as I dashed around the bedroom, gathering them all up.
I quickly changed out of my jeans and T-shirt and slipped into my denim skirt and red strappy top. As I pulled up the zip, I remembered about the tie up knickers. He had expressly told me to wear a skirt and a certain pair of knickers. As I reached into my underwear drawer my heart was pounding, I couldn't help wonder why he'd asked for this particular pair. It took me a couple of minutes to tie the pink ribbons, my fingers fumbling each time I tried to tighten the bow.
Finally dressed as he wanted me, I wriggled a little and pulled the skirt down, enjoying the feel of the heavy material as it brushed against the contrasting thin – so thin it was almost transparent – black material of my knickers.
I turned and studied myself in the full length bedroom mirror. Not bad, I thought, and then decided my hair needed sorting out. I brushed it through, then tied it back, knowing it would get blown around something chronic as I drove to the car park, and end up even more of a mess than when I started out.
Once I had all the required items in my bag, I grabbed my shoes and rushed downstairs. My excitement was beginning to get the better of me and I dropped my keys twice before I was able to unlock the front door. I checked I had everything one last time before leaving the house and turning to lock the door again.
I was away and settled back in my seat to enjoy the half hour drive to our rendezvous. As I drove I tried not to think about what Jack might have in store for me, but it was tough. I couldn't think about anything else. My mind was racing, as I thought about the ideas Jack had mentioned to me over the preceding two weeks. He'd talked about a friend of his on a few occasions and had mentioned that maybe one day he'd invite him along to join us. I brushed it off as mere fantasy and him winding me up, but I now began to consider that he had, in fact, been very serious. As the music blasted from my speakers and the wind rushed in, through the open windows, my heart rate increased and my mouth went dry. He was being serious, I was almost certain, and I felt incredibly turned on at the thought of what might happen that day.
I was almost there and would soon find out for sure. I put my foot down.
Jack and I had arranged to meet in the supermarket car park, not only to save time, instead of him going home first after work, but also because he wanted us to have a little chat first, over a cup of tea in the cafe. I didn't know why, exactly, but I did know it was all part of his plan.
As I pulled into the car park, my heart was pounding. Jack had told me exactly where to park. I approached the far corner and saw he was already there, sat in his car, waiting for me. I checked the clock; I was a couple of minutes late. Not bad going, considering. I turned the wheel and swung the car into the space next to his. He didn't look at me right away, but stared straight ahead. All part of his plan, I knew that. He was getting into the zone, as we call it.
I got out of my car and he got out of his. Without even saying hello, he said, "Throw your bag in the back." Silently, I did as I was told, then watched as he locked the car up, before walking in the direction of the café. I walked quickly to catch up with him and once there he grabbed hold of my hand and held it, tight.
"You ok, babe?" I asked him.
"Oh, yes," he replied and turned to face me. We kissed, for the first time that day. It wasn't a long kiss, but I could sense the fire in him. He was going to get bad with me, I knew it, and my breathing went shallow and jerky. "Stay calm," he told me, before leading me into the café.
We purchased our tea and sat at a corner table, opposite each other. After pouring the drinks and taking a few sips, he took hold of my hand and brought his face very close to mine and said, "Right, take your knickers off, now!" I was stunned, but his tone was masterful, as always, it turned me on something chronic.
I replied, "What, right here?" He later told me my face had been a picture right then.
"Yes, right here, NOW! If you don't do it, you know you will be severely punished."
I always want to do as I'm told, and, not only that, I was getting a huge buzz of excitement from the situation. So, I decided to try. Nervously, I glanced around, nobody was looking, so I reached up under my skirt and untied one of the ribbons.
"Ok, I've done one," I told him.
"Good girl! Now the other. Bear in mind, there is a second option, if you bottle it."
"Second option?" This intrigued me and I was tempted to take that option, whatever it was, because there were quite a few people around.
"Yes, but if you take that option, you will also get punished."
I did make a concerted effort to will myself to untie the other side of my knickers, but, I didn't have the nerve. There were so many people around and they would've seen me do it. I was disappointed in myself, because I badly wanted to. However, I told him, "I can't."
"Never mind, but that does mean it's over to plan B. You'll still get your punishment, you do realise that?"
"Yes," I replied, meekly, casting my eyes down. I felt as if everyone was looking at me, whereas, in reality, I don't think anyone was. Sensing my obvious discomfort, Jack reached across the table and took my hand in his once more. I let out an audible sigh, took a deep breath and looked into his gorgeous eyes. "Ok, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to go into the toilets and remove your knickers."
"Ok!" I was quite surprised by that. It wouldn't be the least bit embarrassing or humiliating. Which, in turn, disappointed me a little. I love to be humiliated, even in public. Especially in public.
"And your bra."
"Aha! I knew there would be something else. Ok, no probs." I got the feeling he was a little taken aback by my eagerness. Then again, he probably wasn't. He was just as excited as me, maybe even more so.
"Good girl."
Then I remembered something. "Oh, Gawd! You do realise, if I stand up my knickers will probably fall down."
"Yep. I was thinking that. Just get on with it, you'll have to walk with your thighs clamped together, or something." He laughed as he said that, making me feel even more self-conscious, and, I have to admit, turned on – he has the most wicked laugh.
"Ok, here goes." When I stood, I kept my eyes locked on his and felt the familiar sexual energy surge between us.
I hurried to the loos, looking back once as I went through the door. He was staring straight at me, a blank expression on his face, but I knew what thoughts were going on behind those sometimes stern eyes of his.
It didn't take me long to lock myself in a cubicle and finish removing my knickers. I slid my hand up my skirt and gave a little tug on the other ribbon. My knickers fell away, exposing my glistening pussy to the cool air. I was tingling, through nerves, excitement and need. I quickly removed my bra, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric of my top against my stiff nipples, and stuffed it into my handbag, along with my knickers. Unlocking the door and stepping out of the cubicle, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I knew I was naked beneath my flimsy outerwear, but it wasn't that obvious. Shame, I wanted it to be.
As I walked back to our table, he stood and approached me. "Well done," he said, grinning. He took my hand and led me out of the store. My heart was pounding from the rush of excitement. All around us were people going about their everyday lives, shopping for the week ahead, carrying out normal chores and I was being led into goodness knows what, naked, bar my skirt and top.
We left the store and the fresh air hit me, making my nipples stand out even more. I loved the feel of the breeze as it rushed up my skirt and caressed my hot pussy. He gave my ass a sharp slap and hurried me to his car.
We got in and he said, "Right, you know what I want now!" It was an order, not a question. I stared at him, in disbelief. Surely he didn't want me to suck him right there, in the busy car park? "Go on then, suck me!" He was serious. He unzipped his fly and pulled his hardening cock through the slit in his boxers.
I glanced around, making sure no one was nearby and looking toward us at that moment, then quickly went down on him. I kissed his tip then circled my tongue around the head a few times before taking him into my eager mouth. I moved my head down, taking in as much of his now extremely hard cock as I could, and his hand went to the back of my head, encouraging my thrusts. I loved the taste of him, the feel of him and the reaction I got from him.
I took him deep into my throat, his legs tensed and he let out a moan. It was then that he stopped me and said, "Enough, for now." I didn't want to pull my mouth away, but I was keen to find out what he had in store for me next. He is a wonderful guy and always has something new and exciting planned for us, today would be no exception.
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Keywords: Public, Humiliation,