Disclaimer for the members of the Anti Cheating Brigade who I know for some reason clicked this title: save the moralizing. I've heard all of it before, it won't change anything, and I won't even bother to make fun of you because I'm bored of it at this point.

For everyone else...

This was a little later than the stories I’ve posted so far, long after I’d already established my penchant for fucking girls with boyfriends. What really stood out about her was the things we did in public–and for the most part, they weren’t the things you’re probably thinking.

L also turned out to be different in one major way from any girl I’d been with before: she was taken, but she didn’t have a boyfriend. She was one of those rare cases of being 95% gay, but that remaining 5% were where all her darkest, kinkiest fantasies lay.

We met on a dating site, and she had one of those profiles that didn’t show her face, which always catches my attention right away because it might be someone who’s up to something they don’t want a partner to know about. That was certainly the case here.

She was tiny (under five feet tall) with lovely curves, had long dark hair with bangs, and from her profile I could tell she was smart and artsy–I was hooked immediately. (I later found out she was half white half asian, which is an ethnic combo I find irresistible.) I could also tell right away, though, that she was nervous about matching with me, and I’d need to be gentle and take it slow with her. So we talked about books and movies a lot before getting into it.

When we finally got there, I found that her nervousness made a lot of sense. She was full of embarrassment about a combination of factors: it wasn’t just the fact that she was seeking out men on a dating site without telling her girlfriend about it; it wasn’t just the fact that she’d had sexual fantasies as far back as she could remember involving submission to an older man (or men); it was that she presented in her everyday life as completely gay and not remotely interested in men. So if anyone knew, they’d be shocked on not one, or two, but three separate but related counts.

Luckily, she also got off on feeling shame and embarrassment, which is a need I was practically hand crafted to fill. But the other thing about L was that, unlike the girls I’ve written about in my past couple stories, I liked her a lot right away, not just sexually. I was genuinely enjoying getting to know her, and starting to feel really affectionate toward her. That ended up being the crucial last piece of the puzzle for how unique our interactions ended up being.

See, connected to L’s whole shame complex, she fantasized constantly about public stuff. But not really fucking in public. Her fantasy was basically to be paraded around in a way that revealed her submissiveness to everyone who saw her. Of course, she assured me, ever actually doing that was out of the question, because she’d risk someone who knows her seeing it and ruining her relationship. When I suggested to her that we could meet at the train station and take a train to another nearby city and spend the day parading her around there, I think the idea had genuinely never occurred to her. She didn’t respond for quite a while, and I thought maybe I’d made a bad play. When I finally did hear back from her, she said, “I can’t believe I’m going to say yes to this, but I am.” I was at work at the time I got the text, and was so pleased I had to quickly come up with some excuse to my coworkers as to why I’d just punched a big cardboard box and shouted “fuck yes.”

We made plans for an upcoming Saturday and I bought the train tickets and booked a hotel room (obviously we were going to need somewhere private to go back to once we were finished wandering around exposing L for the dirty little slut she was inside.) She told her girlfriend she’d be visiting her mom that day, which was a good excuse since it was apparently a regular thing. I told her to send me her measurements and bought an outfit to put her into.

When the day finally came and we met, it was electric. The anticipation of what we knew we were going to do was palpable. By the time we finally got to the hotel room so we could get L changed (she still had no idea what I was going to make her wear), it took a Herculean effort on my part not to just start fucking her brains out then and there, but I knew it was going to be ten times better after getting her all worked up for a few hours.

When I showed her what I’d brought for her to wear, she just stared at it for a few moments before finally saying, almost in a whisper, “oh my god.” It was a schoolgirl uniform–not one of those slutty halloween outfit ones, but an actual one. See, she’d actually gone to a Catholic school where she wore one, and it was intimately connected to many of the darker fantasies she’d always had.

There were a couple other touches; I’d made sure to bring a headband to put on her, because for whatever reason I just love them; knee-high white socks, obviously; and then I made her stand in front of the mirror while I put the final touch on her, a black choker. I made her stand there for a while and take it all in while I held her pressed up against my torso with my arm around her shoulders. Finally I asked if she was ready, and she just nodded, still staring at herself in the mirror with the most delightfully adorable expression of disbelief.

And so we went out. Everywhere we went, I placed my hand on the small of her back or the side of her waist to direct her. When we stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, I’d pull her close to me and press her against my body, sometimes even putting my hand around her neck while I did it. She’d whimper, and people would either give us very weird looks or do their best not to look.

At one point when we stopped in front of a bunch of people eating at an outdoor restaurant, while all the awkward glances were being thrown our direction, I turned her around and pulled her close and spanked her on the ass, then kissed her on the top of her head. She made a sound that I can only describe as a “giggle whimper.” You might know this sound. It’s one of the most delightful sounds ever made.

That’s the thing about all this; it was so affectionate. In so many cases, I’m just totally ruthless with a sub. I just tell her how much of a slut she is, turn her ass bright red, tell her she’s even more of a slut than I thought she was, and then choke her while telling her she’s also a whore. This was different. I kept kissing her on the cheek or the forehead or even on her cute little nose while I was embarrassing her. I couldn’t help it. And she kept doing the giggle whimper.

We made our way to a public park where we sat and enjoyed the weather for a while. We sat on top of a small hill under a tree, with her on my lap, with my hand around her neck, and I whispered things into her ear periodically about what a good little slut she was, or pointing out someone who was staring at her. At one point, some guy who probably thought he was being very heroic came up and asked if she was alright. She just looked up at him and nodded while doing the giggle whimper. He was obviously extremely weirded out, which I think turned her on immensely.

It was getting to be late afternoon, and so we made our way back to the hotel. On the way back I was stroking her scalp the whole time and she kept leaning into me every time we stopped. At that point every second until we got to the room was just torture. I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone so badly at any other point in my life.

As for what we did when we finally got there? Sorry. There aren’t many things I won’t share, but that’s for me and her to know.