Dogger Slave: Femdom Fiction

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Dogger Slave: Femdom Fiction

He opened the door and stepped out of his car. Mistress was already parked and he could see that she had some friends in the car. He hadn’t expected this, although had he been asked what he could expect he would not have been able to answer. With his Owner, the unexpected was ever present, part of her power and dominion over him as a slave. As always, he was momentarily rendered dumbstruck by their beauty, and their presence together always intimidated him.

They were looking at him now, and he could see that they were laughing. He adjusted his jacket, feeling conspicuously self-conscious. Mistress had instructed him to dress smart casual, and he had duly obliged, wearing a jacket, a Ralph Lauren shirt and Tommy Hilfiger jeans, despite the warmth of the summer evening. Of course, he had been specifically told to wear the satin panties, and he could now feel them brush across his balls, his cock in a state of semi-arousal, stymied somewhat by his latent nervousness. He stepped gingerly over, briefly adjusting his jacket. This corner of the car park was largely deserted. They had parked in the farthest corner, near hedging now in full summer bloom.

Mistress opened the door of the car and clicked her fingers.
“Come slut,” she instructed.
She was wearing a summer dress and, as always, he automatically wondered whether she was wearing panties. He could tell by her stare at him that she knew precisely what he was thinking.
“Come here, you bitch,” she intoned.
He moved a bit quicker now, approaching the open door. There were four of them in the car, all watching him intently. He stood in front of Mistress. She appraised his appearance.
“Very good, bitch, so far so good. What do you think ladies.”
They murmured their assent.
“Very presentable indeed, Mistress,” said the brunette dom.
Mistress reached out and cupped his crotch. He exhaled quickly, his pulse quickening.
“And your choice of underwear? Let’s see.”
He recoiled slightly. “What here, Mistress. It’s a bit public isn’t there.”
“Yes, bitch, that’s the idea. Now unzip your pants, you fucking whore, and less of you”r back talk.”
The other doms giggled. Glancing around him, he relented, unclasping his belt, undoing the button and pulling the zip down.
“Mmmmm, very nice Bitch. Quite fetching, ladies, what do you think.”
“Yes, indeed Mistress,” said the dark haired Mistress.
“I think he has potential to earn a little for us and provide some entertainment at the same time.
“What do you think Bitch. Do you want to earn some money for us, so we can enjoy ourselves later?”
“Yes, of course, Mistress, he stuttered.
“Good bitch. Start walking around the car and start taking your clothes off.”
He gasped, looking around frantically. “But, Mistress, it’s so public.”
“Precisely, Bitch,” she answered. “Not get to it, you fucking slut.”

He sighed inwardly. His eyes scanning the horizon, he began walking. He took his jacket off, placing it on the bonnet. Next, he removed his shirt. On the next circuit his shoes and socks. He placed his hands on his jeans, looking again at Mistress, hoping that she might halt it now. He could tell straight away she wouldn’t and he unzipped again and let his pants drop to his feet. He could hear the giggles coming from the car. He placed the pants on the bonnet and walked around in his panties, the early evening sun playing across his flesh.
“Now, the panties whore.”
It was no use remonstrating. She owned him and he would obey her. He pulled down his panties. They were laughing openly now.
“Oh, Mistress, you do have the best slaves,” one commented.
He walked around the car, never as acutely aware of his nakedness, all the time watching for anyone else.
“Now bend over bitch, let’s see that hole of yours. Go to the front of the car.”
He walked a few paces out from the front of the car and bent over. Again, the giggles reached his ears.
“Oh, Mistress, a very enticing looking hole.”
“Yes,” replied Mistress. “It’s a virgin one, but we are working on that.”
“Now turn around, slut and start fondling your balls.”
He did as instructed, cupping his right hand around his sack.
“Stroke your cock, bitch.”
He did, and he could feel it harden between his fingers. He was suddenly distracted by a movement in the bushes on the far side of the car. Mistress and her friends were alerted to it to.
“Now I wonder who this could be,” she said. “Oh, now that I think of it, this place does have a bit of a reputation for dogging.”
The rest of them laughed.

As if on cue a guy emerged from the buses, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, a baseball cap and jet black shades.
“Are you looking for some action,” asked Mistress.
He looked over at him. “Yes, please,” he answered.
She clicked her fingers. “Slave, attend to him.”
He looked at her then to him and back to her again.
“Go on she said. Myself and my friends want a good show!”
He stepped over to the other guy.
“Down on your knees, slut,” he ordered.
“Just let me get something for my knees.”
He retrieved his jeans from the bonnet, placing them on the ground in front of the shaded gentleman.
“Now take my pants down.”
He reached from his belt, undid it. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped him. He was wearing boxers and the bulge within them announced itself with no little fanfare.
“Take them down, slut,” he instructed.
He tugged gently and slowly pulled them down.
The massive cock strained, eager for release.
He could hear gasps from the car at the size of the protuberance.
It was one of the biggest, most voluminous cocks he had ever seen.
“Lick my balls.”
He reached in, gripping gently the guy’s legs, seeking the best purchase. His tongue lolled out, making contact with the robust balls. He started sliding it gently over them, slowly encompassing their wide circumference.
“Now up the shaft.”
He started up, traversing the long shaft, his tongue seeking every inch of this wonderful cock. His tongue swept over the head.
“Kiss it.”
He pulled back slight, pursing his lips, and then alighting them on the penis head.
“Start sucking.”
He began, taking the cock in his mouth. Exploring first, sensing its dimensions, its taste.
Tentatively, he began to establish a rhythm.
He pushed his mouth down on it, trying to gobble as much of is as he could.
“Give him a good face fuck,” shouted Mistress.
“Yes, said another dom, give it to him hard.”
The guy clasped a hand around his head, and started pounding that cock in his mouth.
He never experienced anything like it. It absolutely rammed him. He did his best to keep up. He could now feel its incessant throb as the inevitable climax built, the salty tang of the precum now in his mouth, dominating his senses.
“All over his face,” shouted Mistress.
The cock pulled out, as the release began.
Warm spunk spurted out, across his mouth and cheeks. The guy rubbed his cock into his face, as the final few squirts deposited the load on his nose. He was dripping in his cum. The laughter from the car was reaching fever pitch. Mistress stepped from the car and approached him. She stepped to his back, leaning into him, pinching his nipple.
“Oh dear. What a mess. What can I do to clean it up.”
This occasioned more giggles from the car.
“Let me see now. You need a good dousing to wash it off.
“Lie on your back, bitch.”
He assented, his face feeling flush from what had just happened, the cum jizz settling on it.

Mistress stood over him, tugging up his dress. She was wearing no panties. She stood, and a slow trickle of her nectar began, gaining momentum. Her warm piss splashed down on him, drenching his face. She crouched further, aiming more at his mouth and cheeks, where the cum glistened now with her piss in the sunshine. He opened his mouth, drinking in the mixture of both, an elixir which had to be experienced to be truly appreciated. The cascade of her pee continued, washing and purifying him in its decadence. Gradually it tapered off, until only a few drops remained. She stepped back to the car. He lifted him up, placing an elbow beneath him, looking at his Owner and her friends.
“You did well, Bitch,” she said.
“What do you think, ladies?”
“Yes, Mistress, most entertaining.”
“He has potential as a good little dogger for you.”
“Should be able to earn a nice little sum for you.”
They laughed again.
“Yes,” said Mistress. “Potential indeed!”

By slave P