Public Squirt ? Multiple orgasm with Lovense control
Public Squirt: A Lovense Control Masterclass in Taboo Thrills
The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping cheerfully, and the park was bustling with people enjoying their day. Among the throngs, a couple strolled hand in hand, their smiles matching the radiance of the sun above. Little did the passersby know, this seemingly innocent pair was a master and slave, a Dom and a toy at the mercy of electrodes, apps and vibes.
Sarah, the slave, wore a short sundress that danced around her thighs with every step. Unbeknownst to the other park goers, nestled deep within her vulva was the Lovense Lush, her master’s latest remote control toy. Her lover, Mark, held the remote, his thumb caressing the buttons with sadistic glee. Each press sent electric shocks of pleasure through Sarah’s core, her body jerking with the intensity.
“You’re not allowed to climax until I say so,” Mark whispered in her ear, his voice low and authoritative. Sarah nodded, her face flushed with arousal and the thrill of potential public exposure.
They wandered to a secluded spot, a grove of trees that shielded them from the prying eyes of the park. Mark guided Sarah to lean against a large oak, its rough bark a contrast to her soft skin. With a press of the button, the Lush buzzed to life, sending waves of pleasure through Sarah’s body. Her hips gyrated, seeking more friction, more stimulation, but Mark kept the vibration low, teasing her with unfulfilled promise.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he purred, his fingers trailing along the hem of her dress. Sarah could only whimper in response, her body betraying her need. “Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well.”
Mark increased the intensity of the vibrations, pushing Sarah closer to the edge. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, her nails digging into the tree bark. Just as she was about to climax, Mark turned the vibrations off.
“No coming until I say, remember?” He chuckled, a wicked glint in his eye. Sarah’s frustration was palpable, but she nodded, knowing she had no choice but to obey.
They continued their walk, Mark keeping Sarah on the edge, denying her orgasm over and over. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, her dress clinging to her body. The thrill of being so exposed, in public, at the mercy of her master’s whims, was intoxicating.
They found a quiet spot by the lake, far from the prying eyes of the park. Mark finally granted Sarah the permission she craved. The second the vibrations started, Sarah’s body betrayed her. She came hard, her juices gushing out of her, soaking her dress. She convulsed against Mark, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as she squirted repeatedly, multiple orgasms wracking her body.
Mark held her close, keeping her upright as the aftershocks subsided. When she finally came to, she looked at him with adoration and gratitude. Public exposure, orgasm control, squirting – it was all a delicious cocktail of naughtiness that only they could partake in.
As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the car, Mark’s hand trails a final goodbye along Sarah’s now damp dress. Neither spoke of their taboo tryst, but the play of light in their eyes was testament to the love, trust, and loyalty they shared. Such was the indoctrination of a slave to her master’s dominion and control.
