Mistakes shouldn’t go unpunished and Master makes sure I learn my lesson. CW// Pissing, Public, Exhibitionism
I finally had my first phone.
It had everything a bitch like me needed to serve Master: A sim card that’s already subscribed to local internet services and a messaging app with only Master as my contact.
I was at school when I received a message. It was the middle of class and feeling it vibrate in my pocket immediately got me hard. I excused myself, sped walked to the bathroom, and locked myself in the furthest stall in the Boys bathroom.
The message read: “Where are you right now?”
I told him I was at school.
Master: “Send pic. One fully clothed, one naked. Front and back.”
The fully clothed picture was easy. The fully naked one took more time. Remove the Polo, take off my sando, then pants and underwear, and lastly my socks and leather shoes. The hardest part was finding a place to put them. I could hang them over the cubicle stall but if someone walked in and saw them, someone might start asking questions. I thought of just putting it in the bathroom floor but I didn’t trust the aim of other 14 year olds.
The decision was easy and I hung them on the cubicle stall and took the pics. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in following his orders without hesitation as I sent all the pictures to Master.
He replied-
Master: “Watch this video. Tell me what you did wrong.”
– and sent me a video of last night.
I was on all fours on his bed, ass to the camera while wearing the lingerie Master bought me.
I told him I was his slave, I said my name and age, I admitted to being a virgin and that he was the first cock I ever tasted, and then I was whipped. I counted each hit, fell, got the count wrong, and then had to start over from one.
‘Smack’ One. ‘Smack’ Two. ‘Smack’ Three. ‘Smack’ Four. ‘Smack’ Five, and I fell but got back up.
“Number?” Master asked.
“Four”.
And the video continued.
I said four, not five.
I messaged him: “I got the count wrong the second time, Master. I said Four instead of Five.”
Master replied: “That’s right Bitch. When you get home, message me immediately for your punishment.”
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I felt a weird mixture of trepidation and excitement for my punishment.
The moment I stepped into my room, I sent him a message. I debated stripping and sending an image as proof or maybe showering while waiting for his response, but a message came almost immediately.
It read: “Wear something comfortable. No underwear. Bring a belt, a marker, and your phone, then head out to a public bathroom. Doesn’t matter where, just do it. When you’re there, strip and tie the belt around your neck like a collar. I want a pic of you on your knees as proof. After that, stay and wait for further instructions.”
I swallowed heavily and replied a quick, “Yes Master” before rushing to collect the items. I already had a Bathroom in mind which I immediately headed towards.
There was a park near where I live. The park was pretty big and almost always had a big crowd of people just wandering around, but the corners of the Park were usually secluded and empty. I went to the closest corner and thankfully, it looked like a slow day. Only a handful of people were around, either loitering or exercising.
I looked over my shoulder, anxious that someone was watching, and headed in.
The smell of stale piss was strong. It was dark, the only light coming from the door that refused to close and the small window at the back of the room.
I rushed into the last stall — making sure the lock worked — and followed Masters instructions. I stripped myself naked — taking care to fold my clothes and put it somewhere that isn’t covered in piss –, secured the collar around my neck, kneeled on the dirty floor, took a pic, and waited.
I felt dirty. My knees and bare feet were sticky with week old piss, the stench sticking to my nostril and cementing itself in my lungs with every breath. I wondered what Master would have me do. I prayed that he wouldn’t make me shove my face into the toilet. The thought made me gag.
The sound of footsteps made me freeze.
Was that Master? Did he follow me here? What if it wasn’t? What if I got caught?
Both thoughts made me hard.
The footsteps stopped at one of the urinals. Whoever he was unzipped his pants, pissed, and left without word.
I felt disappointed. I wasn’t sure if it was because I hoped that was Master, or if it was because I wasn’t caught. I wasn’t given a chance to decide when my phone started ringing.
It was Master.
I picked up the call.
“Hello, Master.” I greeted.
“Show me.”
I turned on my camera and made it lean on the base of the toilet, making sure it caught my whole body.
“You have that marker?”
I nodded and showed him.
“Write Bitch on your forehead and Fag on your stomach.”
I swallowed heavily and did as he said. It was a little difficult to make the handwriting look good, but I thought that as long as it was readable, it was fine.
“Unlock the stall door and open it.”
I froze.
“But Mast-“
“Don’t talk back to me Bitch.” He scolded. “You’re being punished. Don’t make me make it worse.”
I took a deep breath, nodded, and opened the door. The only thing that would keep me from being caught is hearing footsteps before I’m seen.
Master then made me pick up the phone, and walk around the bathroom. He made me show the camera where the entrance was, all the stalls, the sinks, and had me pose in front of the mirror.
Finally, he made me get my shoes, and use it to prop up my phone as I knelt with my back to the furthest wall of the restroom. I wouldn’t be seen from outside, but if someone walked in, I’d only have a second to hide before I’m caught.
“Show me the marker.” Master said. “For the camera, I want you to worship it like its my cock. Make sure its all lubed up.”
I made sure to put on a show, licking it from one tip the the other, polishing the end with my tongue, and shoving its length as deep as I could down my throat.
“Good Bitch,” Master groaned. “Answer truthfully. “Has anyone ever fucked your cunt?”
I shook my head, “No, Master.”
“Have you put anything up your ass before?”
I nodded. “Only my fingers.”
He hummed, pleased. “Turn around, show me your cunt and I want you to fuck yourself with the marker, Understood?”
I nodded again and turned around. I knew what I was doing was risky. From the moment I left the cubicle and pranced around the bathroom naked, I knew there was a risk that I’d be caught. When I settled and knelt for Master next to the cubicle, I took solace in the fact that if someone where to come in, I’d see their shadow and be able to simply jump into the cubicle next to me.
Now I had my back turned to the entrance, ass on full display, and I moaned at the feeling of my asshole stretch around the marker. Inch by inch, I’d push it in a bit, pull out fully, stick it into my mouth to lube it up some more, then push more into my ass.
“Disgusting Bitch.” Master chuckled. “You like the taste of your ass, huh? Maybe I should let you clean mine.”
I only moaned in response. Eventually I got the whole thing in my ass. Around 5 inches long and 2 fingers thick. I pulled it out until just the tip was inside, pushed it back in, and started fucking myself. Slowly at first, occasionally using my spit to re-lube the marker, then faster and faster.
Spit wasn’t the best alternative to lube I quickly learned. It dried out fast and it made my hole burn from friction. Despite it all, I was hard and leaking.
Master probably noticed because he told me to jerk off on the condition that I tell him when I’m about to cum.
“Thank you Master.” I moaned as I pumped the marker in and out of my ass with one hand while jerking off with the other. The movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. I was desperate for release. I wanted to cum so badly, and I was rapidly reaching my peak.
“Master I’m going to cum.”
“Get on your back and use the wall to lift your legs up. I want you to cum on your face.”
Hurriedly, with the marker still in my ass, I got into position. I ignored how my back and hair made contact with the sticky and wet ground, the shifting of the marker spurring me on and making me ignore everything except the need to cum.
Lying on the floor, back curled over myself so my penis points directly to my face, I pumped myself three more times and moaned as I painted my face white. Pulse after pulse sent ropes of a load that was a quarter the amount of Master landed on my forehead, nose, and mouth, leaving me panting and out of breath.
I caught a glimpse of my phone, and the view almost made me cum again.
I looked like such a whore. My hole body, perfectly in frame. You could see the marker sticking out of my ass, the word “FAG” on my stomach, and the cum highlighting the word “BITCH” on my forehead. The need to piss always followed after my orgasm, and I told Master I needed to pee.
He chuckled. “Then do it. Just like that.”
I wanted to argue, but at that point, I’d do anything for him. So I relaxed, and started pissing.
” ‘TANG INA!” (Son of a Bitch) Someone cursed and I froze on the spot, still pissing on my own face.
I didn’t know what to do. The stream slowly died down, and I peaked at my phone. Master hasn’t hung up. I looked up and a stranger was looking at me in shock. I swallowed heavily and the moment I started to move, he spoke up.
“Dyan ka lang, ah?” (Just stay there), he said with a smile as he brought out his phone and started recording.
I just closed my eyes and braced for whatever he was about to do.
He stepped closer, his slippers making small splashes on my piss that pooled around my head.
“Gagi.” He groaned as he took hold of the marker and slowly started fucking me with it. I moaned, and reached around to spread my ass cheeks more.
My back was starting to hurt, but the ache was overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of dread and arousal. I expected him to call the cops, but him playing with my ass felt promising. Maybe my parents wouldn’t hear of this.
“Uy,” he called out, getting my attention. I looked at him and saw he already had his dick out. It was bigger than mine, but a lot smaller than Masters. “Buksan mo yung bibig mo.” (Open your mouth)
I did, and without warning, he started pissing. He aimed at my open mouth, on my face and hair, then towards my ass. Some got in my nose making me choke, which made him laugh. He then had me kneel, and immediately started fucking my face.
He called me a dirty slut. He said I was disgusting and spat on my face. He made sure he recorded my humiliation, and right before he came, he pulled out of my throat and shot all over my face. He had me clean his cock with my mouth, before wordlessly leaving me on my knees, a strangers load on my face.
I knelt there in a daze, still absorbing what happened to me when Master laughed.
“Fucking Bitch aren’t you.” He chuckled. “Sucking any dick that comes your way, Huh? That’s all for today. Get cleaned up and go home. Your punishment is done.”
Then he hung up, leaving me a lone in a dingy and dirty bathroom. I stayed where I was for a few more moments before hurriedly using the sink to wash what I can off my face, getting dressed, and running home.
My parents where thankfully not home yet to smell me, so I quickly headed to the shower so that I can scrub all evidence of what happened off of me.
It was the most degraded I’ve ever felt. The most used I’ve been, and Master wasn’t even in the same room as me.
What happened replayed in my mind, and I got hard again. I started jerking myself off, when I decided to record it. In the same position as I did in the park bathroom. Using the wall to position myself so my penis was right over my face, I jerked till I came. This time making sure most of it went into my mouth. And like earlier, I pissed on my face.
After that, I got on my knees, showed the camera the cum in my mouth. I made sure it saw me swallow, before I prostrated myself for the camera.
And with a smile the camera didn’t catch, I said:
“Thank you for your punishment, Master.”
I lingered for a moment longer, before ending the video. I sent it to him, showered, and by the end of it I saw I received a message from him.
All it read was: “Good Bitch.”
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