Melody's Master decides it's time to show her off in public.
A trip to a fetish club leads to a sexual contest, with Melody using all her skills to try and avoid being at the mercy of the mysterious Lady Amanda.
A chance encounter in the 'real' world creates conflicting emotions - what can Melody do if her heart and her collar start to pull her in two different directions?
This latest episode in Melody's story is an erotic short story of approx. 10,000 words, featuring public sex, a whipping and a threesome with a hot dominatrix and her handsome pet.
EXCERPTMelody felt his hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair."You can do this, dear one."Melody felt a surge of affection welling up inside her. As she crouched on the floor at his feet, Melody pressed her lips to the shiny black tip of his shoe, using her thumb to carefully wipe off the mark that her black lipstick had left on the gleaming leather.The limo was pulled up directly outside the entrance to the club. A long line of people stretched down the block, waiting to be admitted. At least she wouldn't have to walk far, Melody thought."James, move us about fifty yards down the road and then stop, please."Melody watched in horror through the tinted glass as the limo glided smoothly down the street, and then stopped.Her Master reached down, his strong fingers cupping her chin, lifting her face so that she looked into his eyes."This is not a punishment. Make me proud, Melody."His rare use of her name startled her, so that Melody barely registered that he'd opened the door, and was stepping outside. She felt the leash tugging at the collar around her throat, and then she had no choice but to follow.She tried to make sense of his words. If being paraded practically naked in front of strangers was not a punishment, then what was it? How was she supposed to make him proud?Distracted, Melody was out of the limo before she had time to think about what she was doing. A loud cheer from many throats made her look up. Everyone was staring at her, both men and women, most of them smiling. A few were even clapping.Melody felt blood rushing to her cheeks. She lowered her head, shoulders slumping as she unconsciously attempted to make herself as small as possible, as if she could somehow hide from the crowd's hungry gaze.A sudden tug at her throat made her look at her Master's face. For the first time since she had known him, Melody saw disappointment in his eyes.She almost cried. Being displayed in public like this was mortifying, and on top of that, she had let him down.Melody blinked back tears, determined to retain what little composure she had left. She would not let him down any further. These people would not see her Master's slut shaming him by blubbering in the street.Wait, that was it. She was her Master's slut. That's how she was supposed to make him proud. Now she understood. Of course, this was not a punishment.She took a deep breath. Willing herself to be strong, for him.Melody straightened her shoulders, lifting her head to stand tall and proud. She belonged to her Master. If she wanted him to be proud of her, she must first be proud of herself.The high platforms of the boots made her only a few inches shorter than him. Melody stood at his shoulder, lifting her chin to look at the waiting line of people. Suddenly, she couldn't imagine why she had felt so ashamed. None of the people in the crowd were looking at her with anything approaching ridicule. Instead, Melody saw lust, envy, even awe on some of the faces.Her leash held firmly in his grip, Melody followed her Master, proudly stalking the length of the queue to the door of the club. She felt the long black tail brushing softly against the backs of her thighs as it moved behind her, swaying from side to side with the rolling of her hips. The movement of the plug inside her made every step erotic, the intimate stimulation making her gasp with every stride.
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Published June 27, 2012
by Darkly Sensual Mind Kandi.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.