“Good morning my sub.” I wake up to the best news of all. My Master has returned. Today he tells me to wear something slutty to class. So I pull out a low black V-neck shirt that I tuck into a pinkish shirt. I pull the skirt so far up that its maybe 2in from showing my bare ass. Then I throw on a black studded waist belt to add a little class, and of course deduct underwear from the outfit. The no underwear make me a little uneasy because I have to walk about a mile to and from class outside, what if it’s windy? I also have to climb 2 flights of stairs, what if they can see my ass? But still I do as I am told; however, I do end up leaving a full 20minutes earlier then normal because of the 4in wedges I have to walk in.
I get a lot of looks. But the majority is from girls judging me. As far as male eyes go… they would only look for a second then look away, and the ones that had sunglasses I could feel were staring. I was paranoid all day that my skirt would blow up and everyone would get a show. But still was a fun experience. Nothing I would want to try again.
“Did I say you could change sub?” Oh god…. “When I tell you to wear something, you wear it until I say you can change.” Yes Master. What sucks is it did in fact cross my mind to ask permission to change but I didn’t think it was necessary to bother my Master when he is busy.
I Submit to BDSM 