This is the report I wrote to DD my master tonight. He ordered me to go out tonight without panties and bra. I hope it may cause some of you some pleasure to read it , by placing it here I know others will see this and increase my humiliation by commenting o my report.
So I went out but returned sooner than expected due to the snow arriving. I sat tonight at the bar in my black skirt and yellow blouse. White sock and trainers. I had a tartan hair band in my hair to keep my permed hair out of my eyes.
The social club I belong to has a mixed.membership but most are male and most are 65 plus. I am 40 but was only female there tonight and as I felt so self conscious I felt like a school girl. It did not help that I saw my headband in the mirror behind the bar and the tartan reminded me of a school uniform ( the band came with a sexy school outfit I bought a year or so ago) .
Even though only you and I knew what I was wearing or rather not wearing I felt my cheeks burn. I decided to make the role of naughty school girl even more realistic by ordering an orange juice instead of a pint of cider or beer.
I chatted with the men and was very aware of my pussy being wet. I could feel the breeze on my lips and it made me tingle all over.
My nipples were hard like bullets and I am suprised no one noticed or if they did they did not say so.
After sitting and exchanging small talk for 40 minutes or so I went to the little girls room. I used the loo but left the door of my cubicle open. After all I was the only girl in the club. I sat on the loo with my legs wide open. And my hands on my knees. I gently trailed my fingers around my knee caps and slowly worked my way up the inside of my thighs to my pussy.
I opened the lips of my pussy wide with my fingers on my left hand and circled my clit with my right finger. I BIT on my bottom lip so as not to moan and inserted my finger up my wet hole. In and out ... in and out.... slowly.... too slowly.... I carrried on till I got dizzy. I could hear the men in the bar laughing at a joke someone told but I imagined them laughing at me.
I got me over the edge and I increased my rhytm . I came silently ( the ladies in only seperated by a door from the bar)
I licked my juices off of my fingers, sucking them deeply in my mouth. Reached for the loo roll to clean myself up but than remembered your order sir so I dropped the paper down the pan unused.
I got up washed my hands and went back to the bar.
Sat down and continued the small talk. A few of the comments had some inuendo like they normally do but tonight every single one set of a tiny spark between my soaked legs. As I got up to go home, no one was standing too near me I was glad of this as I noticed a damp patch on the faux leather barstool.
I came home and am now in bed writing to you sir.
Thank you for letting me mastrubate sir