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Sissy's Public Humiliation
She is taking me out like this! My heart was pounding and the world spun
around me, but I steadied myself on my 5-inch hot pink "fuck me" pumps,
securely fastened to my legs by a locking ankle strap. I stepped back
from the door and shook my head, which made the 4-inch-long penis gag,
strapped around the ring gag that held my mouth wide open, push against
the back of my throat making me gag, and felt another sharp pull on the
leash, attached not to my collar but to tightly-fastened chastity cage,
that securely gripped my privates for the past month, constantly
stimulating me with it's tightness, but making any type of release next
to impossible. She literally had me by the balls, and Her stern "let's
go" didn't live any alternatives - I teetered behind Her out of the door
and to the street toward her parked car, imagining the sight the
neighbors would see: a gorgeous leather-clad brunette holding a leash,
the other end of which lifts the front hem of a scandalously-short
plaid latex skirt - the hem on the back is lifted by a fluffy "bunny"
tail, attached to a large butt plug, that she has so much fun forcing
into me this morning. The lacy tops of pink fishnet stay-up stockings
were ended an inch or so below the skirt, and above it a white-and-pink
thick latex corset was mercilessly tightened around my waist. A sheer,
almost transparent blouse barely covered huge silicone breasts, which
She attached to my chest with the surgical glue a week ago, before
mentioning that she forgot to order the solvent.
My hands were held securely behind my back in a leather pouch, bent at
the elbows and folded together - She liked it better that the arm binder
sleeve, because I wasn't able to cover (and protect) my ass. Belts
crossed my shoulders, keeping my arms securely bound behind my back and
utterly useless.
Above locked steel collar and under a shoulder-length blonde wig my face
was heavily made-up with my mouth held wide-open by before-mentioned
ring gag. Another gag with the long rubber penis was strapped on tap of
it, constantly pushing on the back of my throat, making me gag and
drool. "This will get your throat desensitized for the real thing" She
said grinning evilly inserting it into me. My eyes, I am sure, are wide
with terror - She NEVER took me outside in any of our previous games,
and now you were walking me to the car, obviously intending driving me
somewhere, dressed like THAT!
Luckily, the street was empty, but the hundred feet we had to walk to
the car seemed the longest distance ever. The sound of our heels seemed
to echo from houses, trumped only by the sound of my heart and labored
breathing.
She opened the back door and I slumped into the back seat, lying on my
side. She threw the leash on top of me, pushed my legs in and slammed
the door.
The driver door closed, the engine started and we drove off. I was sure
that we are just going for a drive, but my hopes were dashed when She
got on the highway and headed towards downtown. My panic grew, so as my
excitement - I am a slut for sexual humiliation and abuse, but this was
much more intense than anything I have experienced or could have
imagined. I had no choice but to lay there, trying to find a position in
which the rubber invader in my throat would allow me to breath and not
make me gag, and failing at that miserably.
After some time we got off the highway and were driving in the city. I
was looking at the tops of the buildings and suddenly realized where we
were - it was the city's gay neighborhood! We were going for walks here
sometimes, you she always teased me about having some real man fuck her
"sissy whore," but I always took her words in jest, even though it
always made my cock stir inside its tight silky prison.
She finally parked - on the street! - opened the back door and motioned
me out. I shook my head (gag), so She grabbed the leash and started
pulling. Whining from pain and discomfort, I staggered clumsily out of
the car - and into the street! With people! I head laughs and whistles,
and a few camera flashes blinded me for a second. The car door slammed
shut and off we went - Her, walking briskly in front, and me, trying to
keep up behind, constantly "encouraged" by sharp pools on the leash.
The street was full with people, and it seemed like every one of them
had to grab my ass, pull on my "tail" and call me every imaginable slut
name. Several times we got asked for a picture to be taken with me - She
always agreed, but stayed out of the shots. I had to pose with my skirt
lifted showing my pink chastity cage with attached leash, my ass stuck
out to the camera, different people holding and pulling on the leash,
grouping me, posing with me. The most brutal was a group of girls in
their late twenties - they must have taken a hundred pictures in various
humiliating poses, and their taunting made me feel like... I cannot
describe it; there is no name for being put so low. At another "photo
shoot," when I was on my knees, a guy unzipped his leather jeans and
placed his massive member on the top of my head - flash galore followed,
and - have noticed that She was also taking pictures with Her camera. By
this point I was getting numb from all the stimulation and was doing
everything anyone told me to without any thought.
After a short in distance but long in duration walk we stopped before a
BDSM club we've visited before. The bouncer opened a door, sporting a
large grin. A strong pull on the leash made me step in, and my fears and
anxiety returned upon seeing the crown in the club - leather and latex,
straps and belts, heels, boots, and hungry eyes, drinking in my
humiliation and degradation. We walked to the bar through the seat of
bodies and hands, touching, grouping, pulling on me from all directions.
She sat on the bar stool in the dark corner of the bar (a drink almost
magically appeared in front of Her) and positioned me to stand next to
her in a spotlight shining from the ceiling, where I stood, exposed and
humiliated - standing there completely naked would seem almost dignified
compared to the pathetic pink sissy gagging on a rubber cock, with the
blouse, now wet from drool and completely transparent, clinging to the
obscenely large fake breasts, ridiculous bunny tail lifting the back of
the illegally short skirt and the leash going from the front to her
hand. People constantly stopped by, looking over my outfit, talking to
Her about me as they would of a inanimate object - some even referred to
me at "it".
After a while, my fear subsided and I finally started to realize how
exciting the whole situation is - I would definitely get turned on
seeing someone else in this position, and would secretly wish it was me
- and now it IS me! My imprisoned cock strained against its plastic
prison, causing me to squirm in discomfort - huge bunny tail plug
filling my ass completely didn't help either. People continued to touch,
group and taunt me, but now it was more and more exciting and pleasure
full.
The lights dimmed and the stage nearby lit up - a man with the
microphone announced the beginning of the "entertainment portion". He
waited though the applause and began with a comedy routine, mostly
featuring nasty sex, gay and BDSM jokes - some were really funny and I
chuckled/gagged. One of the jokes was about a transvestite who loved cum
so much that he opened his own sperm bank - after audience laughed he
suddenly pointed straight at me and said "I think we got him in the
audience tonight - come-on on stage, sissy!" Spotlight turned on me, the
audience laughed and cheered and I almost fainted, especially when I saw
Her handing the leash over to the bouncer, who, with some tugging
persuasion, led me to the brightly lit stage.
...
We are walking back to the car. I am in the haze, walking unsteadily on
my 5-inch hot pink "fuck me" pumps, which are now slick on the inside
from the cum, leaking out of my hole. The bunny-tail butt plug that was
stretching me to the limit just a couple of hours ago, now slipped out
of me and was dangling between my legs on a short chain attached to my
chastity cage, just below my ridiculously-short latex skirt, tugging on
it and hitting my legs with every step. I feel the constant soreness of
my sissy hole, which seems not to close completely and now constantly
leaking cum. I feel it running down my legs, soaking through my
stockings, sloshing in my shoes. The fresh air felt cool on my cum- and
piss-soaked skin and clothes, drying the thick layer of cum on my face
into a skin-tightening mask. The four-inch penis gag was back pushing on
the back of my throat, but it no longer made me gag - it actually seemed
small and comfortable in comparison to the monsters that were roughly
pushing their way through to what felt like the bottom of my stomach for
the past couple of hours.
My cheeks are bulging out from all the used condoms stuffed in my mouth
(some of them are dangling out around my gag), and cum leaking out of
them runs down my chin on the outside and down my throat on the inside,
adding to the reservoir of cum and piss that I felt splashing in my
stomach with every move. My bladder was full to the point of bursting
for some time now, and, constrained by the corset, is no longer able to
hold it in - now, walking on the street, I feel it release
involuntarily, sending warm streams cascading down my legs, causing
taunting cheers and laughter all around me, which I was barely hearing
in a foggy state of mind I was fucked into. There were some stops, more
taunting, pictures and posing, though no one touched my filthy self
anymore, but none of it really registered with me. I was completely
broken, humiliated, abused, turned into a indifferent object, a fucktoy
to be used in any awful way possible with no consideration for its
feelings - after all, would you consider the feeling of a tissue you
wipe the cum off you dick with? Would you consider feeling of a urinal
you piss into? That's what I felt now, walking on the street covered in
flimsy and filthy clothes which even a lowest street whore would find
demining to wear. I understood how far beyond wrong and humiliating it
all is, how utterly complete is my degradation, and how every nasty,
demining and abusive thing that was done to me tonight made me feel
happy and longing for more.
"I am a whore" - this realization was the only clear thing in my head.
"This is what I live for".
Riding home in the trunk of Her car, sliding on every turn and bump on
plastic, slippery with other people's fluids leaking from every orifice
of my body, I smiled as much as I could through things violating my
mouth to my newfound purpose and slowly drifted to sleep.
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