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"You'll do exactly as I say, won't you, my sweet?", the words, whispered softly into her ear, sent a shiver of nervous excitement down Diane's back. She nodded, just once, careful to keep her head down low.. This nod had to be enough, it had to convince Zoey that she meant it – that she'd be the best, the most obedient girl there ever was for her. Seeing as one of Zoey's T-shirts was currently tightened around her neck and stuffed into her mouth, Diane couldn't even give her mistress a verbal affirmation.
Zoey let her eyes wander over Diane's naked body for a few seconds, greedily drinking in the sight of her. "Excellent. Diane, my dear, you're being such a good little pet…" Grinning deviously, Zoey moved closer to press a quick kiss to Diane's neck. Then, without a warning, she let her teeth graze Diane's throat, biting down, and not exactly softly. Diane gave a muffled shriek.
Zoey shook her head, amused. She knew exactly what picture it must be for passers-by: two women walking down the street together, which should've been completely, perfectly normal. Except for the fact that one of them was utterly naked and had her hands tightly bound in front of her – with a rope knotted in a way Zoey had taken weeks to master – and a dirty white T-shirt stuffed into her mouth, knotted in yet another expert way. Her eyes flitted about the street nervously ever so often, before refocusing on the ground. Zoey, walking beside Diane with her head held high, had her arm wrapped around the other woman's waist – both to show the world just who she belonged to and to keep her close enough to monitor.
What a beautiful sight they must be!
Oh. And there was yet another, minor thing.
"Hey, DiDi… bend over", Zoey whispered, making sure her hot breath tickled Diane's ear. Diane froze at that, her pretty brown eyes widening in almost comical shock. Zoey sighed lowly and squeezed Diane's waist a little tighter. Diane could not do much more than squirm.
"Bend over. Or…", a teasing smile touched Zoey's lips, "does my good little pet want a spanking?" She reached to slap Diane's naked butt once, her smile only widening when she felt the girl stumble. Her naked body shivered and it, Zoey knew, wasn't because of the chilly temperatures.
"Just a little further, then, my pet. And then, you do as I say." Her lowering her voice had the desired effect: Diane nodded shakingly. Yet, in her excited step, Zoey could see that, really, Diane was both afraid and expectant. Both hesitant and curious. Zoey nodded to herself, satisfied, and led Diane further.
They had left the small streets they'd previously been in now, reaching the main street. Here, it was altogether busier; Saturday was the day many people used to relax, go out, and spend time with family. Briefly, Zoey's eyes scanned the crowd before them and she relaxed. Poppy was nowhere to be seen.
Perfect.
"Alright then, hon'. Just as we discussed, yeah? Bend. Over", she purred into Diane's ear, letting her nails scratch her sub's back lightly. Diane flinched away from the touch, searching for something – warmth, maybe, or a sign that she was joking – but Zoey would not give her that. She did not deserve it, had not earned it – yet. Defeated, Diane nodded and moved to bend over. The action beautifully exposed her naked arse; Zoey could not help but slap it once, directly over the vibrator – it was just delicious how her good little pet yelped when Zoey's palm came in contact with the soft flesh, how she hopped forward a little bit.
Unfortunately, that one singular yelp attracted attention. Curious passers-by (students, mostly, Zoey thought, but also a few unfamiliar adults) stopped to focus their attention on the two women. Diane hung her head quickly, squirming slightly – but the glint Zoey had spotted before her girlfriend had lowered her head had been one of excitement.
She chuckled lowly, winking at a girl with pink braids and high-waisted jeans she didn't recognize. The girl gave a curious look and stepped closer, eyeing them both. "Well… quite the show you two are putting on, huh? Are we… well, are we allowed to watch?" She tilted her head in question, looking first at Diane, then at Zoey. Diane nodded, but avoided eye contact. Zoey smiled up at the girl, "My good little pet says yes… and who knows, maybe I'll even let you participate. Here", with that, she handed something over to the girl – the remote control she used to control Diane's vibrator.
The girl grinned, taking it. "Wow, you must really trust me to let me use this on her… and you've just met me! Hi, by the way. I'm Valerie", she shook Zoey's hand. A firm, self-assured grip; Zoey was sure she'd chosen the right person. She smirked.
"Nice to meet you. Well, you may begin!"
Not needing to be told this twice, Valerie pressed the start button.
Diane had never felt so powerless. And yet, she loved it.
She had not been very convinced when Zoey had at first, but had (rather reluctantly) agreed; she didn't want to make her girlfriend, her mistress – her domme – mad. Much rather, she'd both been slightly apprehensive and had felt a sort of nervous excitement. She hadn't protested when Zoey had gagged her, then (slowly and seductively) stripped her of her clothes, one by one. Her hands had then been tied with expert knots. The vibrator had been the last part; she'd felt its cool, smooth tip being nudged against her arse experimentally. Her mistress Zoey hadn't given any warning as she'd pushed the toy in, giving her backside one hard slap.
Then, they'd been on their way.
And now, here Diane was, bent over at the waist, showing off the blue vibrator lodged into her ass. What was even worse: The remote control was currently held by a girl she didn't know (what had she said, what was her name again? Vanessa? Valerie? Victoria? Valentina?) Diane didn't know, nor did she care. She squeezed her eyes shut and, at Zoey's warning tug on her hair, sunk to her knees. Diane tried to focus on her breathing, making a conscious effort to keep it steady and deep. This was no big deal, she could do this and –
There was a finger in her ass, lightly touching the vibrator. Zoey's quiet voice somewhere near her ear, "And, now, my good little pet? Do you feel that? Can you feel my fingers –", a second one was added, "inside your beautiful, beautiful hole? Doesn't this feel so good?" Her voice made Diane's vagina clench and she let out a muffled squeal. She could swear Zoey smiled.
"That's what I thought… Valerie, you may begin!"
And the sweet, sweet torture started.
There really was nothing quite at being at another person's mercy.
The deep, thrumming vibrations lit her anus (no, her pussy, too… really her whole body) on fire. Diane breathed deeply, almost choking on a sob. Vanessa – no, Valerie – was as cruel as she was creative, the bursts of pleasure came in quick succession before letting up, only to be started again with new vigor. Then they ended completely and oh, foolish little good pet Diane thought it was over.
Big mistake.
The next intense wave of pleasure made her cry out so brokenly, so loudly she just knew she had attracted more attention. And then the only thing she consciously could see, recognize, was stars.
She did see the crowd that had started to form around them; it just had not registered properly with her yet, had not clicked in her brain. No, it only became painfully obvious to Diane that more and more people had started to watch, had come to gawk at her, writhing on the ground, sweating, already soaked in her own cum. And, oh! They weren't just watching.
Feeling a pair of hands on her wildly bucking hips, proved as constricting as if she'd been laid in actual shackles.
Diane bucked her hips, trashed her body to try and get these hands off, but the stranger didn't budge. No, it only got worse: Soon, there she lay, completely immobilized by various unknown hands while Zoey stepped to her side again.
The vibrations in her arse had died down to a slight buzzing, giving Diane an opportunity to catch her breath. From her position, she couldn't see Valerie, but she did see that now, there were about ten people there.
Her hair was grabbed and pulled back, tilting her head up painfully. Flashes of agony shot through her scalp, but Diane didn't dare make a sound.
Zoey had her by the hair, the other hand coming up to pinch at her exposed nipples. Her voice was as sweet as sugar as she whispered the next command, "Good pet. Now, what do you say? You want them to wreck you, don't you? I just know it…"
Diane couldn't even nod. Her hair was released, making her head fall back onto the pavement with a painful thud. Zoey pinched her nipples one last time.
"Just remember, my darlings…. Make it count!"
And then, there were hands, mouths, teeth on her, in her. A rather dashingly handsome young man winked at her before pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. It was quickly followed up by a curious finger inside her open, waiting vagina. Diane gasped as she felt it move around, taken by surprise by the tight, somewhat fiery sensation. She moaned as he spread her open with a second finger, then a third.
Oh, God, this was –
A sharp, quick pain in her nipples made her flinch. "Hey, you slut. Or… good little pet? Whatever… stay still, you hear me?", an unfamiliar, hard voice demanded. Diane could only blink in response. Her arms were still held down tightly by someone; someone who now reached over to slap and pinch Diane's nipples. Their long, dyed hair tickled her nose.
All other thoughts she might have, however, flew out of the metaphorical/proverbial window in the next couple of seconds.
She felt it coming, somehow, and when she finally realized the sensation was what it was, there was not much else to do than moan. Valerie had activated her vibrator again, still situated comfortably in her arse. The vibrations made Diane whimper, then scream in sweet, sweet agony. Her screaming was only stopped by Zoey's unforgiving hands around her wrist; a whispered, "Quiet, my pet…", was all it took for Diane to silently endure the sweet torture.
The delicious, buzzing almost-pain from the vibrator combined with the inner thigh kisses the stranger to her feet was still dutifully handing out was almost too much.
Blindly, she fumbled around in the air for something to grasp, hold onto, but there was not one person who granted her this small mercy. Diane could only hear broken words, snippets such as "Just look at her, poor little lamb…", "Well, someone has been disobedient…", "Awww, sweetheart; so helpless!" and "Nah, don't worry, she deserves it", but nothing more to hold onto. She tried focusing on these words, however degrading they might be, but her efforts soon proved futile.
Another sensation sent her closer to the edge – and she let go.
Zoey's (she knew it was Zoey, knew it in her bones, her heart, her soul) soft, soft tongue lapped at her neck, then up her cheek, licking a tear (wherever it came from) from her skin. Diane heard her chuckle. Had she been able to, she'd have lifted her head to look at her lover, but her energy was spent.
"Ohhh, look at you. My girl. My good little pet. You're being so cooperative… I'm proud of you. I love you", Zoey whispered against her neck, softly pressing down. Diane gasped, but her lover released her quickly.
"You're perfect, you know that? And hey, DiDi… what do you say? Once they're finished with you, we'll go home and continue, huh? Just the two of us? A mistress and her good little pet."
Diane nodded, lips curling into a smile. Yes. That sounded perfect. Just the two of them, Zoey, her master, her domme, and Diane, her good little pet.