Master as Voyeur 1
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Master as Voyeur... Part 1
My master is, in addition to being a Master, an inventor. He's
really quite clever, and we have a wonderful lifestyle supported
by the royalties we receive from his gadgets. Recently he built
a remote control feminine masturbator. The first time he used it
on me, however, I nearly died of embarrassment.
The gadget consists of an electric vibrating dildo mounted in a
belt that goes around my waist and between my legs. (He's made
provision for an anal dildo too, but hasn't used that on me yet.)
There's a battery pack that fits in my fanny pack, and the
batteries have a life of at least a couple of hours. The remote
control feature is like a garage door opener: he can press the
switch from quite far away, and off goes the machine.
The first time he made me wear it he had me call a friend from
the office (who has no idea that away from work I'm his slave)
and have lunch with her. We went to a nice restaurant, and a few
minutes after we arrived my master came in and took a table not
to far away from which he could see us. Every so often he would
turn on the machine, and whenever he did I got VERY distracted
from our conversation. Finally, he left it on long enough so I
came. I was sitting there blushing and biting my lip to keep
from moaning. Amy, my girlfriend, didn't know what to do, and
finally suggested that we go to the ladies room to "freshen up."
Naturally, in the confines of the ladies room she could smell my
aroma. I was very embarrassed.
On arriving back at the table she looked me straight in the eyes
and said that now she understood why I wanted to have lunch with
her. I was obviously very turned on by the situation. However,
to set the record straight, she wanted to make it very clear that
she had no interest in a lesbian relationship.
If I thought I'd been embarrassed before, I hadn't even known
what the word meant. Now I was totally mortified. She was very
nice about it, though. Someday maybe Master will let me (make
me?) tell her what was really happening, but that might be the
most embarrassing turn yet.