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your thin public collar sits openly around your throat, a clear and proud mark of what you are to me. we walk through the crowded club, my voice low against your ear as i give quiet commands. “keep your eyes down. walk a little slower. let people notice the collar.” you obey without hesitation, face warm, already starting to drip from nothing but the sound of my words and the weight of the leather on your neck.

we find a spot at the busy bar and sit close together. my thigh presses against yours while music thumps and people talk all around us. i lean in and whisper, “good. already so wet just from listening. such a needy little thing.” my voice stays calm and steady as i continue. “put your hand between your legs. slowly. rub yourself for me under the bar.”

you do it, fingers sliding against your soaked sex while strangers stand only feet away. i praise you quietly. “that's it. keep going. don't stop even if someone looks.” my next words follow soft but sharp. “my filthy obedient whore, touching yourself in public because i told you to. you cant help it, can you?”

my next command comes low and clear. “stand up. press yourself against my knee and grind on it until i say stop.” you rise, trembling, and move closer. the risk of being seen only makes you wetter. you press your needy cunt to my knee and rub against it in small desperate movements, trying hard to stay subtle while chasing the edge. i tease and encourage you the whole time. “that's it. use my leg. try to cum without making a scene. look how desperate you are.”

you stay there, grinding and leaking, completely obedient in the middle of the busy club. your face burns with the mix of shame and need as you push yourself closer and closer. eventually you leave a dark wet spot on the knee of my jeans, proof of how thoroughly you obeyed.

i lean back and look at you with quiet satisfaction. “good job. you did so well for me, baby, i'm so proud of you” as i gently kiss your sweaty forehead, my voice stays low but firm as I smile. “now go to the bathroom. take off those filthy soaked panties and bring them back to me at the bar. hand them over in front of everyone.”

and, of course, you obey.

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