The bar is like so many other Downtown bars. Wooden floors and tables, themed in a modern but retro cool way with interesting items on the walls, craft beer on tap. It's a decent size but not big and there's a decent crowd here tonight, chatting and drinking. Predominantly men but couples and a couple of small groups of women chatting too. We are at the bar on stools watching the room. You are in your usual khaki and green, a short dress, legging socks and little make up as I told you I prefer you with less. Although you're 26, with less make up your girlish features show more and you look younger.

You could pass as 22 or younger. I smile at you and lean over saying quietly to you "Slut, tonight I think I'll push you a bit further again. I know just how obedient you'll be."  You nod gently "of course, Sir." I have been carrying a hold all bag with me and you've wondered all night what I have with me. I lean down and slide the zipper open. On top of a bunch of ropes you see the gag I've used with you so many times. I take it out, leaving it on my lap. Sliding my hand onto your thigh and pushing your dress up. "Did you do as I told you and wore no underwear?" I slide my hand between your legs and you open them to accommodate my hand. I cup your freshly shaved cunt and you smile gently "of course, Sir."

I massage it as you open your legs a little wider, feeling my fingers spread your lips a little and thumb rest on your clit. Pushing your ass to the edge of the seat giving me more access. I look over at the barman and nod, he smiles and nods back moving away. You notice him from the corner of your eye going to the main door, closing and locking it. There are about 20 people left in the bar now. I withdraw my hand and you stay as you are, feeling the edge of the seat pressing against your ass and pussy enjoying the sensation but unsure of what plans I have. Your heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Pick up the gag, Slut. With your mouth." I say, the gag still sitting in my lap.

You look at me briefly and lean forward, hands on my thighs, hair spilling into my lap, and you open your mouth taking the gag, tasting the familiar rubber taste. The rush of blood doing this publicly makes your nipples harden, knowing something of what is likely to come. I place my hand on your head and hold you there briefly feeling the weight and warmth of you pressing against my cock. You sit back up, your pretty lips stretched over the rubber ball, straps hanging there. I stand and take them, pushing your hair aside to buckle it behind your head. "Good." I say and you notice those around us watching, some smiling and pointing. I take your hand, leading out of your seat and into the middle of the floor. The crowd parts and gives us space. I turn to you. "Dress off, Slut."

Obediently you reach down and take the dress and lift it up and over your head leaving you naked and fully exposed. Everyone is watching now, forming a circle around us. My attention is only on you. You stand feeling as naked as you ever have. Nipples hard on your small breasts, your pussy cleanly shaven, your firm but gently curved belly, peach like ass all on show. "Inspection pose" I say and you do as you're told, spreading your feet apart, hands my your sides. I approach you and you glance at the people in front of you seeing them looking, pointing, discussing you and your body. I move behind you and take your hair in my left hand, wrapping it around my fist. I pull it back firmly making you grunt slightly. "Hands behind your back" I order. You comply holding your hands together against the top of your buttocks. I reach around and take your right breast in my hand, and you feel my hands roughly massage it. Then lift it and deliver a short sharp slap down making you yelp into the gag but compose yourself quickly. The slap stinging your breast, leaving a red mark. Your nipples harden more.  I repeat the same action with your other breast with the same result, a yelp from you. I tug your hair back more and do it again "Good sub, Slut. Take them obediently." I say as your breasts redden and throb.

Reaching down I take your mound in my hand. Sliding 2 fingers into your tight little hole and working them in as I hold you there. Your legs spread enough that people can see my fingers moving in you. Your breathing heavier through your nostrils now. Spit is running down your chin and dripping onto your tits leaving little shiny rivers down your skin. I slide my fingers out and up to your clit, focusing on it, circling, rubbing and your hips react to the sensitivity bucking as I do, all to raised murmurs from the crowd. Then I deliver 3 quick slaps to your cunt. You try and buckle but I hold you upright and you gain composure again. I repeat this

Fingering, clit focus and slaps. Each time the slaps are a little harder. More spit runs from you, covering your tits with small silvery streams reflecting in the light. Finally, I gently massage your cunt and move away from you. You stand there shaking gently, tits reddening and pussy throbbing. I pull a low table out and lie you on your back, your legs hang off the end at the knees. I pull your wrists up and take cuffs from the bag attaching them to the table above your head, and then your ankles to the table legs. You lie there arms spread and above your head, legs spread and attached at the ankles. I take out a set of pegs.

This set of pegs have a slight difference. There are two individual lines of pegs. A long piece of string is attached to one at the of each set and runs through the spring of each of the others in the set. I wander around you inspecting as you lie there spread. The spit now running down your cheeks into your hair. I reach down and pinch the skin to the side of one of your breasts, the sensitive spot almost in the armpit. I attach the first peg and then slowly move down your body attaching pegs every inch towards your belly button, creating a line. When I reach your belly button I shift the line outward again down to more sensitive skin at the top of your inner thigh. With each peg you feel the pinch of my fingers and then the sharp pressure of the peg.