A Story of Public Humiliation and Sensual Submission

Hello, my name is Karen, and I am 44 years young. I have always been a bit of a daredevil and exhibitionist. I have sunbathed topless since I was a child and even visited nude beaches occasionally.

Being naked is definitely a turn-on for me. It was this that led me to contact Master H. I knew I wanted to take it further, to push my comfort level to the extreme. So here I was, seated on Haytor Rocks on a pleasant summer evening.

I was completely mesmerized by the breathtaking scenery of Dartmoor when a hand landed on my shoulder. Needless to say, I jumped quite a bit in surprise.

“Hello, Karen,” he said calmly, easing my nerves somewhat. “Are you ready?”

“I am ready,” I told him, though I stumbled over my words. “Umm, what should I call you?”

“You may call me Sir, Master, or H, as you prefer,” he replied smoothly. “And I, from now on, will address you as you specified, Cunt.”

I shivered inwardly as he called me that, it was indeed what I had requested. I hated that word. I hated hearing it, I hated using it, I really hated being called it. It was perfect.

“Yes, Master. Thank you,” I replied, as confidently as I could.

“Tell me, Cunt,” he asked, his tone demanding obedience, “every item of clothing you have on now, in detail.”

I hesitated for a moment, the command sinking in, before complying. “Yes, Master,” I responded, my voice trembling slightly. “

“I’m wearing a light blue summer dress, under that I have on a black lace bralette, matching lace panties, black ankle socks and my nike trainers, oh and I also have a delicate silver necklace around my neck and two rings Master.”

“Very good, Cunt,” he praised, his approval sending shivers through me. “Take the dress off now, don’t get up.”

I looked at him in shock. I had assumed we would move away from the rocks. You know, the ones that were among the biggest and most popular locations on the entire moor.

“Do I have to tell you again?” he said sternly. “I will be punishing every hesitation, every delay,” he warned.

I quickly wriggled the dress out from under my bum and pulled it up over my head, leaving me sitting there in my undies, nervous energy coursing through me.

Master H held his hand out for my dress, and I quickly handed it over, not wanting to incur any more punishments. he placed my dress an dthe rocks behind me and got up.

“Come on, Cunt, walkies,” he ordered, his voice laced with authority as he gestured for me to follow. I hesitated, glancing at my dress on the rocks, but before I could move, he snapped, “No, bad cunt,” his tone firm and commanding.

With a click of his fingers, he summoned me to his side, and I obediently followed, like a good little cunt.

The way he was treating me sent a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. Being ordered around and called names like this was new to me, but the raw power dynamics at play awakened something within me. I could feel the heat rising between my thighs, my body responding eagerly to his dominance. This was what I craved, what I had secretly yearned for, for years, without even realizing it.

We walked away from the rocks along a hiking trail. About ten minutes into our walk, I spotted some dog walkers heading towards us. I immediately dove behind Master H to avoid their gaze, but unfortunately, the Master was having none of it.

“Get in front and make sure you smile and say hello as we pass, unless you would prefer to be naked,” he remarked firmly.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, trying to psych myself up for this encounter. As they got closer, I could see it was two older men with their dogs. The anticipation churned in my stomach, knowing that their eyes would soon be on me. I stole a quick glance at Master H, seeking reassurance, but his expression remained unreadable.

As we approached, the sound of the dogs’ barks filled the air. My heart raced with nervous energy, my palms growing clammy despite the warm evening air. The men drew nearer, their strides steady and purposeful.

Finally, we were face to face. Their gazes bore into me, scrutinizing every inch of my exposed skin. I swallowed hard, willing myself to maintain composure. Summoning all my courage, I greeted them with a smile. “Good evening, gents,” I managed to utter, my voice betraying none of my nerves.

They reciprocated with a polite nod and a murmured greeting, their attention lingering a moment longer than necessary. I could feel both their eyes tracing the contours of my body.

As we passed each other, Master H subtly stepped back in front, deliberately positioning me so that if the men turned back to look, and they did, they would have a perfect view of my panty-covered bum. A flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks, but beneath the embarrassment lurked a strange sense of exhilaration, a thrill at being exposed in such a brazen manner.

Before the walkers were even out of earshot, Master H spoke loudly, commanding, “Remove your panties and throw them away, now, Cunt.”

As I gaped in shock, the dog walkers both turned back, drawn by the sudden command. I noticed Master H glance at his watch, indicating I was taking too long.

With trembling fingers, I began to obey, the urgency in Master H’s gaze spurring me into action. With careful movements, I slipped my panties down my legs, my heart racing as I struggled to pull them over my trainers without tumbling to the ground.

“Stop,” Master H commanded, interrupting me as I was about to toss my panties away. “Walk over to them and ask if either of them wants your filthy cunt coverings. And make sure you use those exact words.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the weight of his order sank in. I couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this. The ground couldn’t open up and swallow me fast enough. Could I really be that brazen?

“If you don’t get a move on, you will be offering to suck them both off right now,” Master H warned, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

With a racing heart and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, I obeyed Master H’s command. Taking hesitant steps forward, I approached the dog walkers, their curious gazes fixed upon my nude bottom half.

“Excuse me,” I began, my voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

“Would either of you like my filthy cunt coverings?”

The words felt like hot coals on my tongue, my arousal threatening to overflow right there.

After a moment of silence, one of the men nodded, his smirk saying it all. “Yes, thank you,” he muttered, extending his hand expectantly.

I handed over my panties, placing them in his hand, feeling a mix of relief and humiliation wash over me. With a quick goodbye, I retreated to Master H’s side, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

But before I could fully escape, I heard the man call out, his smile wide. “Wait, what about my friend? I mean, if you’re planning on losing your bra, we could take that for you as well.”

I stood frozen, torn between the men’s request and Master H’s amused chuckles.

“He’s right, Cunt,” Master H informed me, his tone playful yet firm. “Take it off and give it to him.”

This time, I complied eagerly, my hands trembling with anticipation as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. The fabric slid slowly from my skin, each movement sending shivers of excitement coursing through my body.

I felt a surge of pleasure ripple through me, setting every nerve ablaze with an intoxicating sensation. Standing before them, I resisted the urge to flee as I had done previously. Instead, I remained composed, hands at my sides, giving them ample opportunity to absorb my nudity.

“Come to me, Cunt, on your hands and knees now.”

It wasn’t until Master H clicked his fingers, signaling for me to approach, that I sprang into action. His command echoed in my ears, igniting a primal instinct within me.

With a swift movement, I dropped to my hands and knees, the warm and soft springy ground providing a comforting contrast to the intensity of the moment.

As I crawled towards him, the sensation of both old men’s eyes lingering on my backside was palpable. I could practically feel their gaze tracing the curves of my body. With every movement of my hips, I couldn’t help but wonder if they could see or even smell how wet I was—it seemed entirely possible in that charged atmosphere.

My skin tingled with anticipation as I continued my journey towards Master H. Reaching his side, I awaited his next command, my heart pounding with anticipation.”

“Good girl,” Master H praised, his voice tinged with approval as his hand gently patted me on the head. I struggled to maintain my composure, but the overwhelming praise and the touch threatened to unravel my self-control entirely.

My breath hitched, and my heart raced as I fought to contain the rising tide of sensation. It was a precarious balance between ecstasy and restraint, teetering on the edge of losing myself completely to the intoxicating pleasure of Master H’s praise.

I hadn’t noticed Master H was engaged in a conversation with the old men; I had been so wrapped up in avoiding an orgasm that I missed it.

“She’s training at the moment,” I caught the last part of Master H’s sentence.

“Does she do any tricks?” one of the old men laughed.

“On your back, Cunt,” Master H commanded, his tone firm. “Lift your legs up and show these men your holes.”

With a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me, I quickly obeyed Master H’s command. Rolling onto my back, I lifted my legs up, spreading them wide to expose myself fully to the eager gaze of the old men. My cheeks flushed with heat as I displayed my most intimate parts, feeling a surge of arousal at the thought of being so shamelessly exposed. Despite the embarrassment, there was an undeniable thrill in fulfilling Master H’s commands and showcasing my obedience to his will.

“Open both of those holes now, Cunt,” Master H commanded.

I reached down between my legs, my fingers trembling with anticipation. Slowly, I slid them towards my opening, spreading it as wide as I could manage. Despite my efforts, my other hole proved more resistant, my fingers struggling to coax it open.

“Wider, Cunt,” Master H demanded, his voice tinged with authority that sent a jolt of arousal through me, nearly bringing me to the edge of orgasm right then and there.

I pushed my fingers deeper into myself, using my own juices as lubrication for my dry asshole. I then pulled both holes painfully wide. The sensation was intense, each movement stretching me beyond my limits, but the thought of obeying his command, of surrendering completely to his dominance, fueled my arousal even further.

I was panting heavily, my body teetering on the edge of surrender, when Master H’s command sliced through the haze of arousal.

“Open your eyes Cunt.”

Startled, I realized my eyes must have drifted shut, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

With a jolt, I forced my eyes open, blinking away the fog of pleasure. What greeted me was a scene beyond anything I had imagined. There, before me, stood both old men, their cocks out and rigid, their hands moving with feverish urgency as they stroked themselves, their eyes fixed on me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

“Cum for me now, Cunt,” Master H commanded, his voice dripping with authority, and I obeyed without hesitation. Surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations coursing through my body, I felt each wave of pleasure crashing over me, unraveling me entirely.

Mere moments later, I felt the scorching heat of their release, each spurt of cum splattering across my skin like molten desire, painting a glistening trail from my wet center, over my belly and breasts, even covering my face. How two old men produced so much cum was beyond me, but the sensation only heightened the intensity of my orgasm, igniting every nerve ending with blissful ecstasy.

As I trembled in the aftermath, I knew that this moment of uninhibited release would be etched in my memory forever.

Thank you so much Master H