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Going Home
(Chapter 2)
With my dress still hiked up past my waist, my breasts and hard nipples showing and Your hand on my wet cunt...my legs spread wide...making my holes always available to You, i drive from the airport heading home. We first start out with small talk, getting more comfortable with each other...feeling each other out (pun intended). Driving slow, taking the scenic route, i point out the scenery, giving You the tour of the area. Coming up on one of the largest shopping malls in the area, You tell me to pull into PetSmart, the pet store in the mall. With Your hand in my wet cunt, i look for a parking space which, at this time of year, is very difficult to find. i have to park several stores away in the massive open parking lot, making it a long walk to the pet store. Telling me to get out of the car and straighten my whore self up to be respectable, i get out and pull my dress up over my breasts, and down back over my hips, pressing my skirt to remove the wrinkles.
You take the leash in Your hand, and lead me to the pet store, through the parking lot, along the sidewalk with tons of people staring...giggling, laughing, pointing, shocked, amazed, disgusted. my face must have looked nearly bloody as red and heated as i felt. You take Your time walking up and down the aisles, feigning looking at items so as to keep me on display as long as it amuses You. A couple of people come up and comment on the nice pet You have...and You smile and thank them. Leading me to the dog kennels, one of each size on the floor and put together, You inspect each one. You tell me to crawl in starting with the smallest one. Getting onto my hands and knees, people begin to stop and watch, as a small group begins to gather and giggle, chuckle and laugh. Only my head fits into the smallest kennel. You spank my ass, my dress just barely covering it while on my hands and knees.
You tell me to move on to the next size, and i crawl over to it, leash still attached. that’s when i notice the fairly large crowd watching me now, my humiliation sweeping over me like a wave in the ocean. i can crawl inside this one...barely, as it’s very tight..and my feet stick out the door. You tell me to get all the way in and i struggle to cramp myself inside. Barely able to bring my feet in...You close the door. Unable to move at all, You left me there for what seemed like hours...when it was really only 2 minutes. You open the door and tell me to crawl out of there, and i back out.
Moving to the next size, with people laughing and making jokes, rooting You on, i back into this kennel, per Your instructions. i’m able to crawl in much easier, with more room, unable to turn around or lay down though, You shut the door as i peer out at the smiling and laughing faces. Humiliated beyond belief as You ask me how it feels, am i comfortable, would i be able to sleep in it. As i answer the questions loud and clear for all to hear, almost in tears with humiliation.
You finally open the door and i crawl to the last kennel, backing in. This is the biggest and most roomy, as i’m able to turn around and lay down in it. You ask me very loudly which kennel i would choose for my new room...with my face so red and sweating with humiliation, i answer “this one Master”. With a big smile on Your face, You open the door, grab the leash, and tell the clerk standing by You that You’ll take it.
By the checkstand, is a do-it-yourself machine for dog tags. As i pay for the kennel, You use the machine for a dog tag. You get the biggest tag that reads, “Property of Master Tigoda” with Your phone number on it. The clerk helps bring the kennel to the car...You leading me by the leash through the holiday crowd at the mall. The clerk loads the car with the kennel, You thank him and You look at me. Tugging on the leash hard, yanking it, pulling my head in a jerk...i thank the clerk as well.
i open the door for You, with people still looking on, and a car waiting for my parking spot...then come around and get in the drivers seat, leash still attached and hanging in front of me. Pulling out and driving out of the holiday traffic mess, we get back on the freeway. Your hand reaches for my bare leg, sliding up and Your fingers spread my cunt lips, exposing the wetness. my body betraying me while Your fingers spread my wet juices around my lips and clit.
Driving home, only a few miles from the house, You tell me to pull over somewhere. You have me take an exit off the freeway, and take an off road. You tell me to get out, and i do and open the door for You. You get out and order me to my knees...right there off the road. You tell me to unzip You and pull Your cock out. Unzipping You, i pull Your semi-hard cock out, holding it in my hand. You tell me You need to piss, and You couldn’t wait till we got home. Still holding Your cock in my hand, i open my mouth wide and point the cock to my mouth. Crawling closer to Your cock, so the head rests on my lower lip, Your piss begins to dribble out, then stream into my mouth. I swallow as my mouth begins to fill up. You take a step back, You cock slipping out of my hand, Your piss getting on my dress, on my face, in my hair and on my body. You laugh heartily as i’m covered in Your piss, the taste still on my tongue.
You tell me to take my dress off and let it dry in the air, as we drive home. i undress on the roadside, removing my dress, drenched in Your piss. With the top down, completely naked, driving home on the side road...my hair drying in the wind, we arrive at home. Feeling for my dress, still damp with Your piss...i prepare to have You meet my parents and daughters, with them waiting inside anxiously waiting to meet the Man who has captured their daughter’s and mother’s heart.
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