Published: May 27th 2025, 6:38:56 pm
We were visiting a friend in another city this weekend — and of course, I wasn’t allowed to travel like a “normal” girl. 😇
My outfit: A tight little skirt, high heels, and a top with just the right amount of slutty cleavage. But the most important parts were underneath…
Plug in.
Nipple clamps hooked directly onto my piercings.
Clamps on my pussy lips.
Each one connected just tight enough to make me flinch, but not so tight I couldn’t move. That was the point — I had to move. Walk. Sit. Smile. Pretend like everything was normal. While everything underneath me buzzed, tugged, or ached with every little shift.
I felt so exposed. But that’s exactly how He wanted me.
He chose the outfit. He packed the accessories. He watched me put it all on. And then He made me go out into the world like that — fully dressed, fully filled, fully His.
It’s a strange kind of headspace. You start the day thinking about how you look, what people might see. But by the end of it, the only thing that matters is what you’re feeling. The clamp marks. The way the plug sits deeper when you’re seated. The constant reminder that you’re being obedient — even in silence. Even in public.
It wasn’t a long trip. But I came home sore, wet, and a little proud.
Because I didn’t complain. I wore it all, just like He told me to.
I carried my submission under that tight little skirt, and no one knew but Him.
And now… you. 🖤