beautiful-blue-eyed-girl: Yes, please. I haven’t been made to go out in public without

beautiful-blue-eyed-girl:

Yes, please. I haven’t been made to go out in public without panties since MLAM. I miss it. I also haven’t been made to take off my panties in public. I think I’d be very into having to go to the bathroom, take them off, and bring them back to someone. It would be humiliating and controlling and hot.

Dress me in a short skirt and make me leave my panties at home. Ensure that I have to be always thinking about the risk of exposure. Force me to be constantly aware of my cunt, aware that the wet hole between my legs gives me purpose and controls my behavior. If I wasn’t driven by it, I wouldn’t be out in public without panties, wouldn’t be turned on by the thought of a strange man seeing my cunt, wouldn’t be such a slut.

Take me out to dinner, to a party, to a happy hour. Don’t tell me what you’re planning. In the middle of the evening, lean over to me and say softly, “Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and bring them back to me. Now.” When I hesitate, remind me that you are in control, that I don’t get to refuse you, that I don’t decide what I wear. Watch me look down and my face flush as I slowly stand up and walk over to the bathroom. Grin at me when I come back and hand you my panties, clearly embarrassed. As I give them to you, feel the wet spot and shake your head. Act disgusted as you comment on how much it must have turned me on to do as you said, to acknowledge your power over me.

When we’re in public and I’ve left my panties at home, or I’ve removed them for you, take advantage of my vulnerable position. Threaten to flip up my skirt. Don’t let me hold it down in the wind. Make me spread my legs and show myself to your friends. Slide your hand between my legs and tease me as we sit on the train, at the bar, in the restaurant. Push me back against a wall while we walk home and slide your fingers into my soaking cunt. Fuck me with them until I’m moaning desperately, then pull them out, make me suck them clean, wipe them on my hair, and keep walking like nothing happened. Drag me into an ally, shove my face into the wall, kick my legs apart, and unzip your pants. Push your cock into my tight cunt and use my hole for your pleasure, growling degradation into my ear, calling me a slut, a bitch, a whore, a cunt, telling me how wet and tight and warm I am, how good I feel around your cock.

Take away the little piece of fabric that lets me act as though I’m more than a horny bitch in heat, controlled by desire and lust. Make me aware of how vulnerable I am because of the cunt between my legs, how easily I can be exposed and taken and used. Remind me that I am always available to you, that you always have the right to use my holes however you’d like, that you have access to me whenever and wherever you want it.