Public Humiliation in the Field: A Descent into Forbidden Pleasure We have been to your mothers fiftieth birthday [arty and We're on our way back home in your car, You have been looking at me all night like you want to eat me alive and decide to pull the car over to the side of the road and drag me out, walking us into a field you tell me to take my dress off. You tell me to stand there in the cold air in just my bra and French knickers; you stand in front of me looking at me before you decide what you want to do. I notice four men are walking past on their way somewhere and look at me standing there in front of you half naked. You start walking round me slowly looking at me from all angles as you unclip my bra and order me to stand still and to keep my arms at my sides so I can't over myself as more men start stop to watch. Standing behind me so they can get a clear view of my boobs as you pull my bra away, you lean closer and whispering in my ear "Look at them all wanting what's mine" as you run your nose down my neck causing me to shiver. You trace your tongue down past my ear and down my neck nibbling the curve between my neck and shoulder, one hand winds round my waist and up to cup my breasts as you tell me to look straight ahead at the men gathering and watching, My breathing comes in short fast pants as warm juices pool between my thighs. Your hands squeezing, pinching and tugging on my nipples. My head leans back on your shoulder, a grin on your face as it becomes clear the men watching are starting to get excited too to just stand there at a distance and watch. They start coming into the field to get closer to me some of them clearly enjoy seeing me under your control. …and then things took a turn
