Just a Submissive at Heart

I knelt on the floor with my knees spread apart, giving him access to me. To the body he owns. He reached between my legs to tease me ever so slightly. “My little slut is very horny, isn’t she?” I nodded. “You know, good sluts get orgasms. And they get spanks. And they get their tits played with.” I let out a soft moan with each sentence. “Are you going to be a good slut, today?” I nodded again. “Good girl.” He leaned in close and gave me a kiss on the forehead. 

We left for the mall, but not before inserting that damn remote control vibe and putting a rope harness on me. Even worse, the entire crotch rope was made of knots all bundled together, so I couldn’t get away from them. He walked me through the crowded shopping center, constantly keeping tabs on my behavior. He started with the vibe at its lowest setting. For every good thing I did, the vibe went up one, and for every “naughty” thing, it went down two. I had to be very careful because today, naughty meant walking too fast or too slow. It meant saying anything out of place, though I had no restrictions on noise. He always says I have cute noises. 

After a while of walking through the mall, the vibe had been turned up high enough that I could actually get over that edge I was on for far too long. He knew I was about to cum as he recognized the change in my breathing. He leaned into me and whispered “cum for me, my little slut” in my ear. I leaned against the nearest wall, and I came and came and came. It felt like the orgasm would never end. He told me later that I was in that state for at least five minutes. I didn’t care that my face was bright red or that I was ready to collapse on the floor or that I had moaned in a crowded mall. It was wonderful.