It was a late summer evening and the sun already tinted the sky dark orange. Me and my Master were sitting on opposite sides of the table outside a bar. Sweat was slowly running down my forehead, although it was still 27 °C, that wasn't the only reason. Something was quietly vibrating inside me. Before going out my Master had put a remote controlled buttplug inside my pussy.
A waitress came to take our order.
“Una cer…veza, por favor.” As I was talking, my Master let the intensity spike, making me stutter and break eye contact with the waitress. I was getting embarrassed. My face blushed. Like ordering in another language wasn’t hard enough already, he really wanted to see me humiliated. The waitress looked a bit weird at me but seemed to understand my order since she was taking notes.
“¿Qué tenéis de crianza?”, my Master talked to her. I couldn't understand what he was ordering, but I guessed it would be red wine since that is what he likes to drink. When he left, he looked at me. “Do you enjoy being played with in public?”
I think he already knew my answer. "It was uncomfortable at the beginning, but now it is getting a bit more exciting in a positive way.”
The waitress came bringing our drinks. Hoping the beer would help calm my nerves further, I took a sip and my Master decided to increase the intensity again. Making me almost spit all of the beer over the table. The other guests started to stare at me like I was freak. I hate that feeling and my Masters knows it. He had a devious smile on his face, seemingly enjoying me being in such an awkward situation.
We continued drinking and every once in a while he raised the intensity in short or long impulses. But I got better at hiding it, I also was less nervous, probably because of the beer, and started to get horny being used in public like that.
My Master seemed to enjoy that I was getting better and began to make it harder for me, increasing the frequency and ramping up the power. It felt like it was almost at 100%. I held my hands before my mouth and let out a quiet moan, while looking deep into my Master's eyes. My Master seemed to have heard my moaning and smiled approvingly.
"I still haven’t exceed the 50% of intensity, pet. Do you want to try full power?”
“Oh, god!,” I said, but he reduced the intensity.
“I will stop playing with you now since we both had quite a few drinks already. But you did really well, pet! So I will give you a choice, you are allowed to go to the toilet and take the plug out, or I will keep letting it vibrate at a low intensity. What do you prefer?”
“I think I want it to continue vibrating, I am beginning to like being naughty in public!”
“Good choice,” he replied increasing the intensity up to 100%.
This time I chose a different punishment for his disobedience. For 45 days, my pet must wake me up by telling me a short erotic story about us. If his story turns me on, I won't punish him that day. If he fails, poor thing, I will ruthlessly punish him. More stories here.