Public Shaming

Public shaming

My eyes widened when I heard her say the words to me. “On your knees.”

I froze, standing beside the chair my beautiful girlfriend, Kristin, had chosen near the pool area at the hotel where we were staying. My gut churned.

“You heard me right,” she said lightly. “I said ‘on your knees.’ I would advise you to obey me if you want me to keep my voice down.”

I swallowed and sank to my knees next to her chair. She lay on her stomach, her feet in the air, and smiled at me through her sunglasses.

“It didn’t take long for you to start hesitating did it?” Kristin asked. “After we had that long discussion about how our FLR meant I was to be obeyed at ALL times, and anywhere I chose to command you, you hesitated to obey the very first command I gave you in public. Don’t lie to me - you never believed I’d command you in public, did you?”

I trembled, knowing I was in deep trouble. “No, Ma’am. I didn’t.”

She reached out and fondled my chastity cage through my swimming trunks. “I am in control and to be obeyed at all times, everywhere, and when you fail, you will be punished. Now, you will kiss and lick my feet until I tell you to stop, kneeling and with your hands behind your back. I do not care who sees you. If you fail to obey me, I will tie you up out here on the deck and spank you in front of everyone.”

She smiled again. “Now, do you believe me?”

I blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Move down to my feet, hands behind your back, and get to work showing my feet the proper respect.”