Chapter 6
Keima watched the tired girl approach him. Good. She was exhausted, but his commands took precedence over her own fatigue. Soon she was standing next to him. As he changed the signal, she sat down next to him. Heavily. Her legs were shaking, and she was out of breath. There was two things that his commands did to his slaves. The first was actually command them to do the action. The second was to up their arousal. As she sat down, he followed the rivulets of sweat as it traveled down the valley between her breasts. She squirmed under the attention. Her thighs were grinding together as she tried with valiant action to not slip her finger into her panties and begin to frig herself. They both knew that she would be unable to resist his orders in any way, if she did.
"You have no idea why you have been called?"
"N-No, Master. What can this silly slut do for her master." Her speech was stilted as her thoughts tried to reform. Her body ached to be touched by a loving hand, or in this case, her owner's cruel one.
He suddenly grabbed her arms, and just as he had with Elsie the previous day, he forced her onto his lap. Her eyes opened wide as her lips parted, releasing a silent scream. Her muscles and joints locked suddenly as her back arched.
The skin contact was killing her. She wanted to scream, call him a pervert, and hit him. But instead she just tensed up in his lap, feeling the bulge in his pants poking her. He made her feel so HOT. The urge to finger herself to orgasm was stronger now. Her thighs clenched together as he took her ear in his mouth.
"You want it so bad right now, don't you? To be able to cream yourself in such a public place. It doesn't matter that you are just a little silly slave, you would get off right here regardless."
As all the girls before her, her voice failed. His words swam in her head. She couldn't deny it. She wanted to be bent over a railing right here and fucked stupid. She wanted everyone to see her body and think about using it too. She moaned. She was such a slut.
"Unfortunately, you won't get off now either. I have a reputation to uphold, as you know. I don't think any other man would mind. But you won't let them. You'll let them touch you and fondle you, but you're mine. This will be a fun test of loyalty, you have permission to arrive at my place of residence. But you may not cover yourself in anyway, use any form of transportation other than the sluttiest walk you can imagine. No matter what people do to you, you will not stop. You will dance lewdly to any music you hear on the way, and you will not remove your heels under any circumstance. You have until eight or you will not cum for the next two weeks."
Her eyes widened desperately. She was so close! She needed it so bad right now. She almost did, but then she saw his hands. Lock&Key. NO. She couldn't move. She wouldn't be allowed to move for the next half-hour. Lost in a haze of lust and fog, she didn't notice him get up and reposition her. As she came to, she realized that she was lying on her side in the bleachers. Her panties had soaked through. She moaned as her hands stayed firmly by her side when she went to cover herself. When she was ready? She still burned with need, and after making sure that there was no one around her, she flounced off as fast as her fatigued and bowed legs in heels could take her towards her master's house.