Eyes on Me
Walking down the street, I feel my dress brush against my skin, the breeze teasing the fabric along my legs, revealing the split. Bite marks cover my legs, butt, stomach, and breasts, but only the ones on my calves and tights are visible today.
With each step, my markings show. Some people glance, drawn to my full cleavage and the way my legs are exposed one at a time. The attention sends a chill down my spine, my pussy clenches on nothing, and wetness runs through my thighs. My Dom had instructed me: no panties, no bra, just go about my day as usual.
I chose a dress that reaches below my knees, plunging at the chest with a high split in the middle. Dressing like this made me feel sexy, wanted, and vulnerable all at once.
I wandered to a coffee shop and sat outside, waiting for my order. A stunning woman in her 30s approached, her eyes tracing from my face, to my lips, down my chest, and finally resting on my exposed leg. I smiled gently at her, slightly flushed, as I ordered a coffee and pastry.
Before the order arrived, I slipped to the restroom to place the remote control toy as instructed. Once in place, I texted my Dom. Almost instantly, a video call came through. He asked if it was set up correctly; I confirmed, then returned to my table, coffee and pastry waiting, catching the flirty smile of the waiter as I passed.
The moment I sat, the vibrations began. I jumped slightly, my gaze locking with my Dom’s on the video call, his smirk fueling my flush. As he adjusted the settings, the sensation pulsed through my clit and deep inside me. Being watched—by him, by strangers—while letting myself be used for his pleasure was intoxicating.
Every glance, every vibration made me wetter, craving more—more of his stare, more of theirs, more inside me. I couldn’t explain the need to be watched; it was as natural as breathing. When the waiter passed by again, seeing my flushed cheeks and parted lips, heat surged through me.
I looked back at the phone and whispered for mercy—but it wasn’t an option. The vibrations intensified, and I bit my lips as an orgasm ripped through me.
Breath ragged, I stood to pay my bill. Staff glanced my way, unaware of what had just happened at that table.
