Walk in the Park
by Master Ivan
The riverside park was a crowded attraction each summer when, on Sundays, the auto traffic would be shut down all day along the mile and a half of roadway running alongside the river to make more room for the throngs that would visit. At the east end of the park was an outdoor concert venue which would attract thousands.
Early one Sunday afternoon, as the crowds were gathering for that days concert, the Master drove his slave to the park. He parked his car at the west end and ordered her out.
The girl shuddered even at this--her clothes left her practically naked as it was. Her tee-shirt had the sleeves cut off, the neckline cut down to deep between her oversized breasts, the waist was raised upwards until the lower curves of her breasts were revealed--she often had to pull down the tee to keep from revealing herself when she was ordered to wear the tee in public. The material had been washed so many times that it was becoming transparent; her aureoles would be showing thru the material. Her hot pants were almost as transparent, not only showing off a couple inches of her asscheeks in back, but hugged her pussy so tightly you could see her very cuntlips. And on her feet she wore strapped sandals with heels over 5 inches high. They would give her ass a provocative thrust with her every step, as well as shaking her tits as they slowed her walk. The ankle straps were padlocked so she could not remove them. Understandably, as she exited the car and stood in the parking lot, her face reddened.
She carried only two items. One was a quart-sized water bottle, colored hunters orange to attract even more eyes. And in her other hand she carried a pair of handcuffs.
So she walked--as ordered, from the west end of the park to the east end, all the way to the far side of the concert area. She sweated in the heat, the hot sun glancing off her blonde hair as the eyes of everyone around her stared at her obscenely revealed body. Finally, she reached her destination after the long and humiliating walk. Now, the real challenge would begin.
She opened the top of the water bottle. Her orders were specific. They were to pour half the bottle over herself, over her head to wet down her hair, then over her face and the front of her tee shirt. She was then to drink down the remaining half of the bottle in one swig. Then she was to walk all the way back to the car.
She shuddered even at that--she knew it would run thru her quickly and she would likely need to piss badly long before she completed the return trip. Briefly, she wondered--would it be simply water, or would he subject her to a far more severe humiliation?
Obeying her orders, she began to pour out the contents of the bottle over her head. As it ran over her face and she caught the first smells of the piss that filled the bottle instead of water, and she began to taste the bit of it that ran past her lips, she moaned audibly--her body would carry the unmistakeable smell of it for the entire walk back. And if that wasn’t enough, the front of her tee would bear the yellow stain of the piss which would be visible from a hundred feet away.
She cried now as she obeyed, seeing her nipples and aureoles explicitly revealed under her tee, then began to drink down the remainder of the vile liquid in the bottle. She dropped the bottle on the ground, then carried out the last of her Master’s orders--she took the handcuffs she carried and locked her wrists behind her back.
As she turned back towards the car, now a mile and a half away, every step of it thru the summer crowd at the park, she smelled the piss on her wet body, and she looked back at the hundreds of eyes now openly staring at her, seeing the yellow stain on her scant tee shirt, leering at her bouncing exposed breasts. She could smell the piss on her breath as well, knowing that anyone who came close enough would smell it easily. As she looked back at the faces surrounding her, many of them now smiling as they noted her handcuffed wrists, knowing she was helpless to cover herself, she took her first steps...
Master Ivan
11/16/08
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