Only to put you in perspective im a super submissive girl...

So, I found myself in an unusual predicament. I was on a leash, being walked around the shops by a guy who happens to find pleasure in controlling me. This was not my first time being humiliated like this, but it still sent chills down my spine each time it happened. As we walked through the busy streets, people couldn't help but stare at the peculiar sight of a grown man walking a woman on a leash like she was some kind of pet. Some even had the audacity to take pictures without our consent, which only served to humiliate me even more. The feeling of being completely controlled by another person was intense. Every step I took was in sync with his footsteps, and if he wanted me to slow down or stop, all he had to do was tug on the leash. The humiliation was palpable as I struggled against the invisible force that kept me bound to him, both metaphorically and literally. Despite the humiliation, there was something about this that turned me on. The power dynamic between us was clear, and it aroused both of us. The way he used the leash to control me, the possessive grip he had on my arm when he led me to different stores, even the sound of our footsteps echoing against each other. In the dressing room of a clothing store, he stood outside while I changed into a skimpy outfit he picked out for me. His voice bellowed through the thin fabric separating us, giving me instructions on how to pose and what kind of expressions to make for his amusement. The thrill of being naked in front of him, knowing that he could see my every move, sent shivers down my spine. When it was time to pay for our purchases, he insisted on doing so himself, removing the wad of cash from his pocket and placing it on the counter with a smug grin. He signaled for me to sit beside him, legs spread open like a slut waiting to be used. His hand found its way between my legs effortlessly, and before I knew it, he was fingering my wet pussy right there in the middle of the store. The mix of pleasure and humiliation was overwhelming. Finally, as we made our way back home, he instructed me to untie the leash and put it away for next time. He promised that there would be a next time, and I couldn't wait. The thought of being his toy, at any given moment, excited me beyond measure. As I closed the door behind him, I couldn't help but wonder if this was what true submission felt like. Was I a masochist, or did I genuinely enjoy being humiliated like this? These were questions that lingered in my mind for days after our little outing, but one thing was for sure; I couldn't wait to experience it all over again.