It doesn’t matter where you are, you can always enjoy yourself with a submissive in tow. My sub, Natalie, is well trained. I tell her to do something and she does it, as simple as that.
I take her wherever I want to, or I leave her at home. If I leave her behind, she is given strict instructions about what I expect her to do in my absence. She has a webcam that I insist is set up, and she must remain in full view of that, so I can ensure she is behaving.
But sometimes I take her out, and then her behavior must be impeccable or she will be punished. This weekend I took her to my canal boat. It is a good place to enjoy the pleasures of a submissive. Being on the boat itself is a form of confinement. I do not allow her out from inside the craft very often, and below deck there is very little room for more than one person.
Domination on the canals involves public humiliation, the chance to make a spectacle of Natalie. She is well used to this, as I have enjoyed such pleasures before.
This time, instead of keeping her confined inside the craft, I had her do something unusual. Whereas in the past I have tied her up and had her kneel on the deck while I cruise slowly along the canals – her master and captain – this time I ordered her off the boat to walk the towpath beside the water.
I set up my webcam a short distance further along the path from where I moored my boat, and gave her my instructions. She was kneeling before me, hands in her lap, eyes cast down as they should be. When I was done, she nodded.
“Now go,” I said, and she stood up and stepped past me to disembark. I watched her walk away, saw how she came to life once she had been freed from my command. It is strange how a sub can change when they are in public. They can be the most submissive, meek, docile creature one moment and then, when they are given permission to step outside the confines of the home, they can suddenly grow in stature and appear for all the world as if they are their own person, subservient to no one.
My Natalie walked nonchalantly along in her denim skirt and black t-shirt. She could easily pass for a woman just out for a walk along the bank. If anyone were watching her, they would never dream that she was there under strict orders.
As she walked further away I stepped back inside and opened my laptop to watch her performance on screen. She arrived at the point where I had left a bag of kit for her, and began to follow my instructions to the letter. I have trained her well in the art of rope bondage, and she was quick to perform her tasks, stripping out of her clothes and lashing her breasts tight inside the chaffing, burning rope. I had told her to take a cloth sack and wrap it around her waist, then slap her tits hard inside the tight ropes.
She tied them well, the blood engorging them, making them bulge, her areolae dimpling around her nipples. She spanked her breasts in front of the camera right there on the bank of the river, slapping them hard so I could hear each stroke, crystal clear.
Over her shoulder I could see a break in the walls, a point at which the traffic was passing. If anyone stopped and looked in her direction they would see Natalie naked, tied up with rope, rubbing her pussy in the scrubland.
I had left a paddle for her, a long black leather one, with strict instructions that she use it to spank her breasts and pussy. She lay down on her cloth sack and slapped her tits with it, a short yelp of pain leaving her mouth. I marveled at how much harder she hit her tits in comparison to me. I like to build up to mild, pleasurable pain, but Natalie is greedy, she wants it to sting right away. No doubt it makes her pussy wet much faster.
She lay with her legs open in front of my camera and began to slap her clitoris with her paddle, bringing it down again and again, each strike landing on her clit, and I knew that she was enjoying every second of it. Left to her own devices like this, out in public, she is a different woman – one who considers her body to be her property, in submission to her own will, even though she is actually carrying out my orders.
I watched her turn onto her hands and knees and spank her ass with her leather strap, harder and harder, bringing red welts up on her skin, her tied tits jiggling as she struck herself.
I had told her that she was to make herself cum. I had given her no timeframe for this, her orders had been simple: tie yourself up, make it tight around your tits, slap them hard, use the paddle on your ass, tits and pussy and make yourself cum.
Next time, I will be more specific, because my little slut sub was clearly enjoying herself far too much. She lay on her back and slapped her inner thighs hard, then pushed two fingers inside her creamy pussy and fucked herself rapidly, clenching her teeth and letting a little whine escape from between her lips as she bucked and shook.
She came quickly, lying in the dirt, the traffic passing behind her, her breasts with that faint purple hue. Then she stood and came back to me, still constrained in her ropes.
When she was back on board, I took her paddle and spanked her breasts with it. She was glowing from her orgasm, and trying very hard not to smile.
“You liked that? Now you must do it again, with an audience…”
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