With that the woman kissed her cheek and ushered her back out into the restaurant, as they left together Fay was all to aware of the looks and glances she was receiving from the assembled diners. Fay knew the break was over she felt her cheeks flushing as the familiar feeling of embarrassment returned to her.
“OK slut you feeling better now?”
“Yes thank you master”
“OK funs over for you slut, I know what you got up to in there, we could all hear your slutty moans, did you come without permission?”
His voice was terrible he sounded really angry. Fay’s heart skipped a beat in all her excitement she had broken the most important rule, always ask permission to come. She knew she was due a punishment, the severity of the punishment was what worried her.
She waited in her seat patiently, accepting of her fate awaiting her instructions, what’s the worst that can happen. As soon as she had thought it she admonished herself, she new only to well it could get pretty nasty.
“OK slut ask your Master for your punishment”
“Please Master, slut has been naughty, she needs punishing”
“OK slut your punishment is as follows you will remove the dildo and suck it clean OK”
“Y.. Yes Master”
Fay had sunk pretty low over the last few days but she was plumbing new depths now as she gingerly removed the dildo from her wet slit, to her shame it made a sucking sound as if her cunt was unwilling to relinquish its prize. Fay knew the people around her could clearly hear the noise. To her mounting embarrassment she noticed a sixteen-year old boy openly staring at her, his parents oblivious to her actions.
She gingerly raised the dildo to her lips, tentatively flicking her tongue over the bulbous head, tasting her own arousal, slightly musky, her juices thick as honey. She slipped the dildo into her mouth, all the time eyeing her Master for a sign that she may stop her sucking and allow the humiliation to diminish. She moved the dildo back and forth, her tongue cleaning her juices up as quickly as she could.
“Got all your slutty juices licked up yet?”
“Yes Master”
Fay struggled to make herself clear as six inches of rubber cock was proving quiet to talk around.
“OK slut you may remove it, Ill put it away for now, you need to eat something”
Fay passed the dildo to her Master, glad that her ordeal, or at least this part of it was over. She gladly started eating her pizza, thankful of a slight return to the mundane, even if it was to be short-lived.
The meal over, Fay had paid, they left to resume the shopping trip, Fay only to glad to leave the restaurant behind, filled as it was with people who had witnessed her continuing descent into slutty oblivion. Her Master seemed to have a pretty good idea where they were going next, as he lead his willing slut behind him.
Fay was growing more used to her role as fuck toy, she was less conscious of the looks she received, she knew she looked like a tart, but no longer seemed to care. She had never felt so alive sexually, her body buzzing with the thrill of it all, irrespective of the shame that accompanied her feelings of excitement. She was starting to realise that the shame played a principal part of her excitement, the two opposing feelings going hand in hand.
They stopped outside an engravers shop, Fay recognised it, she had got a key cut in there once. She distinctly remembered the older man in the shop leering at her, her mind raced, what did her Master have in mind?
“OK slut, we need to get you a collar to wear and a name tag engraved, you must try the collar on for size before you buy it understand? Then you need a name tag engraved with the words Doggy Slut”
Fay’s heart was pounding, she had no idea what her Master was going on about, dogs wear collars, surely he wasn’t expecting her to behave like a dog for him. She looked questioningly at her Master, seeking answers and enlightenment as to what he had in mind.
“Slut, I have something lined up for you this afternoon, you will need a collar and a lead, so I can take you for a walk. OK slut?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, propelling her into the shop as he waited outside. The ringing of the door buzzer brought Fay crashing down to earth, leaving her mind filled with images of her on her hands and knees wearing a leash, slobbering at her Masters cock, like an eager puppy.
The shop appeared to be stuck in a seventies time warp, lino on the floor, faded stripy wall paper covered all the walls. A young man appeared from behind a beaded curtain. Fay was relieved that the older man seemed to be having a day off.
“Can I help you Miss?”
Fay drank in the tattoos, football shirt and gold earring. The man looked like a football thug, he was dripping with gold jewellery. Fay’s throat constricted.
“Hallo, you all right love?”
“Y… Yes I’m fine, I need to buy some things”
“Sure what you looking for?”
Fay couldn’t get the words out, she knew she needed to ask for a dog lead and collar that was the easy part, trying it on would be harder, but asking for a name tag would be unbearable.
“I need a dog collar”
“Sure we have loads of those, what sort you looking for?”
“I’m not sure maybe you can show me what you have”
“OK we have two types, leather studded, or choke chain, which would you prefer?”
Fay could feel her heart pounding, the imagery involved was starting to nag at her, the familiar heat building once more. God I cant cope with many more orgasms today, how long will this torture last?
“A leather studded one please”
“OK here you go , last one in the shop, lead to match as well”
The collar was made of inch thick leather and was regularly studded, it had a large brass ring attached, for hanging the tag of off presumably. Now the hard part thought Fay, the man was hovering behind her she could feel his presence, his stare burning into her back as he took in her attire.
Fay turned hoping a snooty stare would send him of behind the curtain again, no effect, she remembered that she no longer appeared to be the upper class trophy wife, the image she presented today was much more what the man must be used to. Fay was running out of options, she had to think fast. Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of another man from behind the curtain.
Fay’s blood ran ice cold, the man who had sold her the key all that time ago. Recognition flickered in his eyes, as he took in her intended purchase. She was really stuck now, from the corner of her eye she could see her Master sitting on a bench taking in her discomfort, smiling to himself.
She placed the collar round her neck, snapping the latch shut. As she did so she was acutely aware of something happening to her, a change in her will, she felt so submissive all of a sudden. She had been all to aware of her growing tendency to subservience over the last few days, but the collar changed all that, magnified it until it engulfed her completely.