It was a national holiday – the holiday on which our queen celebrates her birthday and the entire country turns orange. Master T. had another orange-themed ‘celebration’ in mind. He ordered me to lie down on bed, legs spread. My piercings were locked together with a padlock, somewhat heavier than the one He had used a couple of nights before. Then He gave me a orange vibrating egg that we had purchased at a sex fair in the beginning of the year. I had to insert it in my pussy before we left.
Our walk took us along the festivities and all the time I was aware of the padlock swinging between my legs, the egg inside me and the fact that other than a dress and a thong, I was wearing nothing. The anticipation almost killed me – when was He going to flip the switch on the remote control of the egg? And yes, just as could have been expected, He did it the moment when I was not thinking about it. I was making photos of the river that sparkled beautifully in the sun when I was slightly startled by the buzz inside me. I did not hear anything – no, I only felt it.
I was a bit disappointed – and so was Master T. – that the vibrations were not strong enough to make me orgasm. However, they were strong enough to immobilize me. Each time He flipped the switch, I stood still, unable to put one foot in front of the other. Though the vibrations were not strong enough for an orgasm, they were strong enough to arouse me more than I already was. At moments during our walk I had this intense feeling of wanting to expose myself to Master T., wanting Him to touch me and bring me to an orgasm. Of course, with so many people around, doing this was not one of the possibilities.
Looking out over the water, sitting on one of the benches on the river bank, Master T. Played with the different settings on the remote. The egg buzzed away inside me and I felt a twitch in my pussy every time the setting changed. I was so ready to climax. I think if Master T. had ordered me at that moment to touch myself, I would have, even though there were people only about 50 meters behind me.
Where I was afraid that the egg might slip out of me on our walk and simply for this reason I have put on a thong, it felt very comfortable inside me. We walked a couple of hundred meters more – the egg was not buzzing anymore – when Master T. ordered me to take my panties off. I did not hesitate. Standing on the side of the road I slipped my thong off and put in in my bag. We continued our walk. Master T. pulled my dress up, caressing my ass and making me squirm. I squirmed because at any time someone could have come onto the road behind us and I squirmed because at any moment someone could come around the corner in front of us. Only when I stopped squirming, Master T. stopped His caressing and let my dress fall back into place.
The egg buzzed a couple of times more before we returned home. I was soaking wet – even my thighs were wet with my excitement. I was aching for His touch, but He told me that I should wait. I was allowed to take the egg out, but the padlock stayed in place until bedtime.
© Rebel’s Notes
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was #celebrate.
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