A Bit of Control from Afar...

You had to go out of town this weekend. But you gave clear instructions for what I am to do this Saturday. We certainly wouldn't want me to go unused for so long.

So I get dressed for the day in my pre-planned outfit, a thin light purple cropped tank top, white mini skirt, white thong, and white Converse. I send you a picture for approval.

"Very cute," I get as a reply, "but not complete. Grab a sharpie. Write 'desperate slut' under those little tits, right above the hem of your shirt." That makes my stomach jump. I grab the marker and I do as I'm told, being careful the letters are clear. I send another picture as proof.

"That's a good desperate slut. Now off you go."

I get in the car and drive off to the store. At each red light, I pull my top down and play with my nipples, sending a picture or video each time. It's met with approval, and one time a comment came back on the truck driver in the background that is clearly staring at me play.

"He likes you. But you are mine."

By the time I park, I've already made a bit of a puddle on the car seat. I've been told to pick out some clothes to try on. During that process I need to get 10 people to look at me inappropriately, by whatever means necessary. So I start my search. It isn't very busy in the store so this may take a while. I walk around the store and pull some clothes off the racks and look out for any person I possibly can. I purposefully drop things and tie my shoes, never bending my knees. I brush up against those walking by. I reach up for a stretch to give a little glimpse of the words on my body. I get those looks from men and women. Some smiles. some looks of astonishment or disapproval. 20 minutes goes by and I've now completed my task. My cheeks are pink from embarrassment and my pussy is dripping, so I go to a changing room. I try on the clothes I pulled, sending pictures of each one. You heart your favorites and just respond, "next task."

I pull out my suction dildo from my bag and stick it to the seat. I carefully remove my top and the rest of my clothes, sending quick photos along the way for approval. Finally, I set up my phone for a video. I show off my body for the camera, pinching my nipples, spreading my holes, bouncing up and down, and then I slowly sink onto the dildo. I clasp my hand over my mouth and try to be as quiet as possible. I slowly fuck myself to the sound of people talking and walking by outside the door. Directly in front of the mirror, I watch myself perform. Staring at the words "desperate slut" on my body and I listen to my wet pussy making sounds that seem so obvious to anyone spent a second to listen.

When I get close to cumming, I lift myself off as instructed. I send the video and wait for a response, naked, dripping, and breathing heavy.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. If only everyone outside knew what you're doing to yourself for me. I hope that dressing room has security cameras and the guards are sitting around watching you be a little whore. Now, get dressed. But put that soaked thong in your mouth. You have to go out and make a full lap around the store then go to the bathroom before you can take it out."

I follow orders. During my walk, I feel myself dripping down my legs. I'm sure a couple people from before notice my mouth, the way I am walking, something, anything... everything.

I finally inform you I've gotten to the bathroom.

"Good girl, now spit out that thong and strip. Take that dildo of yours and stick it to the bathroom floor. Fuck it. Hard. Like the disgusting, pathetic whore you are."

I jump at the instruction. Before I begin, a second text is sent, telling me I can only cum if I moan and yell out. Begging to be used, calling myself names... nice and loud.

I set up the video and get to work. I bounce up and down, hearing my thighs slap against the floor, playing with my tits, sticking my tongue out. Putting on a show. I'm moaning loudly. Saying things like," I'm such a desperate little slut", "please use my tight, young holes", my little pussy needs thick cock", "fuck me, please!" I can't help but get louder and louder. If someone's standing outside the door they can definitely hear me. I cum hard, my head falling back as I hump and convulse. Panting and shaking I send you the video. I wait, still sitting on the dildo, calming down.

The response I get is a video of you jerking your cock under a desk. Then a text.

"God that's my good little slut. Clean yourself up. As a reward you can buy those dresses I liked earlier. FaceTime me when you get home. You did so well little one. Thank you for being my little pornstar. You made me so proud"