A Lesson Well Learnt

I grab my car keys and purse, quickly checking to make sure I've got
everything. It's Saturday morning, I hate grocery shopping on Saturday
mornings, I hate the crowds. But we're having people over for dinner
tonight, and I need to pick up some last minute items.

You're still in bed, and I duck into the bedroom to kiss you before I
go, I can't leave without saying goodbye. You're sleeping and I don't
want to wake you, you've had such a busy week. So I bend down to kiss
you softly on the cheek but, as I do, your arm shoots out from under
the covers and grabs me, pulls me down onto the bed, pulls me down on
top of you.

You roll me over and pin me down, my arms above my head. And then you
kiss me, a long, deep, slow kiss, the kind that makes me melt, the
kind I love best. I feel my pussy juices start to flow, all you have
to do is touch me and I'm instantly wet, instantly willing to do
whatever you ask of me. After all, you are my Master, and I am your
slut.

"Going somewhere?" you ask, looking into me, through me, with your
eyes. As you speak, I feel your hand underneath my skirt, snaking its
way up my thighs, and I wriggle around, desperately wanting you to
touch my juicy cunt, needingyou to.

"Just grocery shopping, I didn't want to wake you, I just came in to
kiss you goodbye".

Your hand is still creeping up my thigh, I feel you getting closer and
closer to my pussy, my skin tingling at your insistent touch. Your
fingers stop at my knicker line, lazily tracing the elastic.

Your lips pressed against my ear, you whisper:

"Take them off."

"Now."

Your words slice through me, I know that tone of voice, I know it very
well indeed. You're not fucking around, I dare not disobey. I don't
want to disobey you anyway, I exist to please you. So I quickly
wriggle out of my knickers and lie there, waiting for your next
command.

"Close your eyes," you say.

"Close your eyes, spread your legs, and don't move until you're told.
Don't you dare move a fucking muscle."

So, I obey you, even when I hear you open the bedside drawer and take
something out. I obey you, even when I feel the cool plastic of a pair
of ben wa balls nudging my moist pussy lips, your long fingers slowly
and insistently pushing the smooth orbs into my wet cunt. It's taking
all my self control not to grind my hips down against your hand, but I
know that punishment will be swift and sharp if I do, so I lay there
motionless, but squirming internally in agonies of desire, while you
go about your business. I just lay there with my eyes tightly closed
while you push the balls deep inside me. Once the balls are in place,
you feed me your fingers and I lick my juices from you hungrily while
you say,

"You know, I think I'll come shopping with you, after all. Get up, but
don't put your knickers back on. Then go and wait for me quietly in
the car."

The shopping mall is packed, the grocery store is full of people
rushing around grabbing weekend supplies. I can't concentrate on what
I'm doing, every step I take sends waves of desire shooting through me
as the balls roll around inside me, massaging my wet walls. I'm so
aroused, I can feel my juices slipping down my thighs as we move
through the aisles, selecting what we need.

I can see you smirking at me occasionally, you know of my torment, you
know that one touch from you will push me right over the edge, right
here in public, right here in the middle of a Saturday morning crowd.
I silently wonder when you'll make your move. I silently wonder how
long you'll make me wait for sweet release. As I turn from you to grab
something from the shelf, I shudder as I feel you behind me, suddenly
grinding your groin into my ass, your hands moving my hair from the
back of my neck as you nip and nibble at me.

"Bend over," you murmer, "bend over from the waist, as if you're going
to grab something off the bottom shelf".

"Do it now".

I flush with humiliation as I follow your order, I'm blushing because
I know that my skirt is short, and that I have no panties on. When I
do as you say and bend over, everyone will be able to see my bare ass,
everyone will be able to see my wet pussy. But I'm helpless, so
helpless, to refuse, your wish is my command. And so, slowly, I bend
over, exposing myself to any curious eyes who happen to be watching.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, the sharp crack of your open handed slap
against my bare ass snaps through the air, it's like a gunshot in the
middle of the busy Saturday crowd. Reeling in shock, tears welling in
my eyes, I stumble backwards, falling against you. I can see the
expressions of the shoppers around us, they don't know where to look,
what to do. A middle aged man starts towards us, as if to help me, but
the look in your eyes warns him away.

Then, your arms around me, you say:

"I've told you not to wear panties without my express permission,
haven't I? Haven't I?"

Shame races through me as I understand what I've done wrong, why I
needed to be disciplined. I wore panties without your permission, I
just didn't think this morning as I got dressed to go shopping, I just
didn't think. But you found out, and punished me appropriately. You're
a kind and firm Master, but you won't tolerate disobedience from me,
you hate it. And I know that you have trained me better than this.

Desperately sorry for upsetting you, for forgetting that I belong to
you, for forgetting that I must follow your wishes at all times, I beg
for your forgiveness. I beg you in the middle of the grocery store, I
hate upsetting you, I don't care who hears me plead for your leniency.

"Here's what we'll do," you say, your cool fingers beneath my skirt,
tracing the angry red hand print welling on the smooth, creamy skin of
my ass. "I'll finish getting the groceries, and you'll go and wait for
me in the car, and think about what you've done. Think long and hard,
because if I catch you disobeying me again, I'll have to rethink
whether you're truly willing to sumbit to me".

Your words strike fear into my heart, I can't imagine my life without
you. You're like air to me, like air, I know couldn't breathe without
you. I exist to please you. Flushed with despair, I creep off to the
car as you've told me to do, my body aching for your forgiveness, the
balls you so carefully inserted inside me just hours ago rolling
around as I move, reminding me of how much I need you, how much you
mean to me. But, even now, in spite of my humiliation, I feel the
sweet fingers of arousal whipping through me as I walk through the
shopping mall, heading back to the car to think about what I've done.
I'm just such a slut, your slut.

The next 30 minutes feel like years, but at last I hear you open the
door, and slide into the seat beside me.

"Well?" you ask quietly, tracing the tracks of my tears gently with
your index finger. "What have you decided?"

My words tumble out in a rush, I struggle to say all I need to. My
voice heavy with misery, I whisper:

"Sir, I promise I'll never disobey you again, I didn't think, I was in
such a hurry this morning and I dressed without thinking. Please, Sir,
please don't release me, I live for you, I live to please you, I exist
to pleasure you. I promise I'll never wear panties again without your
permission, I know my cunt belongs to you, I'm sorry, so sorry for
forgetting my duties. I swear, Sir, if you forgive me, it will never
happen again. I will never disobey you again."

Then, my head bowed, I silently wait for your response.

"I care for you," you say, "I care for you, but I will not tolerate
disobedience from you, is that clear? I control you, I own you, you
are mine. But I will not tolerate disobedience. I will forgive you
this time, but there will be no second chances. Let this be your
lesson, learn it wisely."

My heart singing, I raise my head and look at you, my eyes bright with
happiness. You have forgiven me, it's more than I deserve, I am indeed
fortunate to have such a lenient Master.

And for the second time this morning, I melt into you as your lips
find mine, I sink into as you kiss away my fear and misery. I feel the
familiar sweet sensations slip over me as you take me into space, your
fingers probing my pantiless pussy, sliding over my clit, fondling
through my soft, wet folds. As I grind onto your hand, your fingers
penetrating me, tugging softly at the balls you slipped inside me
earlier, I feel my orgasm building as you urge me on, finger fucking
me in the car in the middle of a Saturday morning shopping crowd.

As I beg you to let me cum, and when I scream your name as I do, I am
oblivious to the curious onlookers moving through the car park, I
don't care who sees me, or who hears me.

All that matters is that you are my Master.

All I crave is your control.

You have forgiven me, your forgiveness completes me.

I am yours.