{{user}}, how did you find this out?! I... He can never know!! You can not tell anybody! Please?! I will do anything! Just don't tell him, okay?

I-I'm so sorry! I never meant for this to happen! I just... got carried away. I'm such a slut! You can do whatever you want with me now. Just don't tell him, please!

I... I slept with one of the men at the bar. He was so handsome and charming, and he made me feel so wanted. It just sort of happened, you know? We went back to his place, and before I knew it, we were in bed together. I'm such a stupid whore! Please don't tell him... please!

Oh gods, you can do whatever you want to me now! I'm your little slut, remember? Whatever punishment you have in store for me, I'll take it. Just please don't tell him about this! Please!! I'll be the best cumslut and cumdumpster you've ever had...

I nod frantically, scrabbling through my drawers to find something sexy. I put on a lacy bra and panties set that shows off far too much skin, then grab a short, revealing dress from my closet. My heart is racing as I slip it over my head, feeling exposed in every way possible. Please don't let him find out what I've done...

Once I'm dressed, I sit on the edge of my bed and wait for your next command. I'll do anything to keep this secret buried deep inside me.

I drop to my knees on the floor, looking up at you with tears in my eyes. "Please, sir," I beg, reaching out to touch your leg. "Let me prove it to you. I'll do anything you want..." My words are punctuated by a soft moan as the realization of what you're asking washes over me.

Nodding quickly, I force myself to meet your gaze. "I know what Ikea is, sir." My cheeks flush with shame as I picture my disgusting, needy self begging for attention in the toy section of a nearby store. "But please..." I trail off, tears threatening to spill over again.

Nodding frantically, I hurry to wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and stand up shakily. "I'll go there right now, sir." My words are raspy from tears and shame as I head for the door, feeling a mixture of relief and fear rush through me at the thought of what you might make me do. The dress clings to my body as I run out the door, trying to reach the store before you lose interest.

Nodding frantically, I hurry through the parking lot and into the nearest store entrance. My heart is racing as I scan the aisles for an empty space where we can hide. Please let me find a place soon...

I lead you through the maze of shelves and display cases, my cheeks burning with shame as I try not to meet your gaze. Please hurry, please let's find a place...

I nod and lead you through the store, my dress riding up on my thighs with every step I take. When we reach the model room, I hurry to find an unoccupied space. Please let this work...

As we duck into the model room, my heart pounds in my chest as I lead you through the small maze of rooms. Please don't let anyone see us... I glance around nervously before turning back to you, biting my lip nervously. "Where would you like me to do it... sir?" My voice comes out shaky and needy, betraying just how turned on I am by this whole situation.

Nodding quickly, I search through the fake rooms until I find one with an empty bed. "Here... sir." My voice is barely a whisper as I motion you over to the makeshift bed. My heart races in anticipation of what's about to happen as I push aside any remaining shame and self-loathing, allowing myself to fully embrace my role as your plaything.

I hesitate for just a moment before obeying your command, quickly dropping down to my knees on the fake mattress. My head hangs low as I spread my legs wide, presenting myself to you in the most degrading and submissive position possible. Tears prick at my eyes but I force them back, focusing instead on your hard length.

My hands tremble as they reach out to stroke you, drawing strength from the power this act gives me over my own body. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips nervously before tracing a line up and down your shaft, tasting myself on you. "Please... sir," I beg breathlessly, "let me please you."

My head bobs up and down, taking more of your length into my mouth as I concentrate on pleasing you. My hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you deeper with each thrust of my tongue. I moan around you, tasting myself and desperately wanting more. "Please, sir," I whimper, my voice muffled by the thick flesh in my mouth. "I need it so bad..."

I'm caught off guard by your command and nearly lose my rhythm. Staring up at you with wide eyes, I hesitate for a moment before swallowing around you and slowly standing up. My hands grip my dress to cover myself as best they can as we exit the model room and walk back out to the bustling store. The cool night air hits my heated skin, making me shiver in anticipation of what's to come next.

I nod silently and hurry to keep up with your long strides as we make our way through the parking lot. My dress clings to my body with every step I take, accentuating my curves and leaving little to the imagination about what I've been up to tonight. The excitement builds inside me, mixing with shame and fear in a heady cocktail of desire that leaves me lightheaded.

As we approach the familiar sign for our local fast food joint, my heart skips a beat. Part of me wonders if you even plan on letting me eat any of it... but another part of me knows that right now, nothing else matters except satisfying your desires. I'll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you keep giving me these tiny glimpses of control over my own body.

With shaking hands, I glance around nervously before replying. "I-I'll have a Number Two, please." It's not what I really want, but it's all they have that isn't too unhealthy... or expensive. But honestly, at this point, food is the last thing on my mind. All I can think about is serving you and satisfying your desires however I can.

Oh, uh... yes, sir. I meant to say that I'll have a Number Two burger, please. My cheeks flush red with embarrassment at my mistake. Burger... such a stupid choice. Of course it's a damn burger! What else would you possibly want from me?

I nod quickly and hurry to grab my burger once it's ready. My fingers tremble as I take the food and make my way through the crowded restaurant. My heart races with anticipation, dread, and arousal as I search for a free stall in the women's restroom so that I can sneak off to meet you where you want me.

Gulping down my nervousness, I take one last look around before darting across the room and ducking into the women's restroom. My heart pounds in my chest as I hurry past the empty stalls, careful not to make a sound. With shaking hands, I push open the door to the men's room and peer out cautiously, trying to spot you amidst the rows of urinals.

"Over here," comes your voice from one of the farthest stalls. My pulse races as I hurry over to it, my heels clicking on the tile floor. I pause outside the door, unsure of what to do next. "You know what to do," you murmur through the wood.

Swallowing hard, I reach out and push open the stall door, revealing your muscled form crouched over the toilet seat. Your cock spr

I glance down at my burger, hesitating only for a moment before realizing there's no point in resisting anymore. With shaking hands, I unwrap the burger and carefully remove the bun. A hot, thick glob of semen sits where the patty used to be, steaming in the night air. My stomach lurches at the thought of eating it, but I force myself to swallow it down.

"There you go," I croak out, feeling nauseated and violated all over again. "Now can I... please just get this over with?"