[Lionsan]

Blue Story 14

Blue takes a morning swim

After glancing over the list of clothing items Master specified, Blue gave herself a quick look in the mirror. The tight cobalt-blue miniskirt she wore showcased her legs well, though it left little to the imagination. Turning away from the mirror, she bent at the waist and watched as her skirt rode up higher over her round, firm butt, revealing her bare bald pussy. She needed to be careful about how she moved in the skirt or risk flashing the whole world if she got careless. Next, she checked her white top - made of light cotton material that was somewhat see-through. Her nipples were covered by the pockets on the chest, which provided double layers of fabric, making it much less see-through. Due to the lack of a bra, if she ran there would be plenty of jiggle. Her outfit was completed with classic New Balance trainers and blue-rimmed Burberry sunglasses. Conveniently, her tiny skirt had two small zippered pockets - just big enough for a debit bank card and her front door key. She needed to carry her phone in her hand.

At the last minute, Blue began to feel nervous about the shortness of her skirt and quickly returned to her bedroom to grab a blue g-string, just in case. She used the g-string to tie her hair in a ponytail. Putting on her sunglasses and popping in her AirPods, Blue gave herself one last look in the mirror, deciding she looked hot and thinking ‘Come and get me world’, before heading out the door.

It was a beautiful day in the city, so she decided to take a walk along the waterfront. Instead of listening to music, she played a collection of erotic audio stories on random shuffle. A recording of one of her own getdare blogs came up, retelling a dare where she got naked in a public toilet and let two random men inspect and fuck her. She couldn't believe she had done such a slutty thing. Her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was soaking wet as she imagined a repeat performance in those public toilets.

Half excited and half ashamed, Blue looked down only to notice her shoelace had come loose. She crouched forward to retie her laces, and began daydreaming to the audio erotica mantra now playing in her AirPods. The mantra recorded in her own voice was telling her over and over that she was a slut, a fucktoy, a set of wet holes meant for pleasuring others. Deep down she wanted to be the best fucktoy she could be for her master, so she repeated the mantra again in her head.

As Blue stood back up, she was surprised to find a car accident had just happened on the road behind her, blocking the busy multi-lane road. As traffic came to a halt, she swiftly crossed the road, heading down a side street towards the waterfront.

It was a lovely day and the sea was flat like glass as Blue walked along the harbour side. This part of the waterfront was quite quiet early in the morning. She decided to buy a big scoop of gumdrop flavoured ice cream dipped in chocolate, before continuing her walk. The sun was hot and the ice cream began to melt rapidly, dripping down her hand and forearm. She saw a nicely shaded bench, so quickly walked over and sat down in the shade to enjoy her creamy treat.

Nearby, two young men leaning against a wall were frequently glancing in her direction. Blue noticed that her ice cream and chocolate had also dipped down over her white top and new skirt. Awkward but hardly deserving of their frequent looks she thought to herself. She looked at how much cream and chocolate had dripped on her clothing when she realised her skirt had ridden up when she sat down, revealing her parted legs. The men weren't interested in the dipped ice-cream, they openly ogled at her exposed pussy. Instead of closing her legs reflexively, she chose to play along, pretending to clean the melted ice-cream from her legs, forcing herself to spread her legs further apart to give the men a better view. Blue felt a strong tingle in her exposed pussy. She then stood up and walked past the men, giving them a warm smile, but they both looked away shyly.

Blue examined her white top, now marred with trails of melted ice-cream and chocolate. Further around the waterfront, she found an artificial beach made of imported sand. Descending the steps down to the beach, and ensuring no one was watching, she removed her mini skirt and shoes and stood bottomless on the beach.

Blue felt her heart race with excitement and nerves as she stood on the beach, enjoying the sun and warm breeze on her exposed bottom and pussy. She closed her eyes and challenged herself to stay exposed for just a moment longer. Ultimately her anxiety overcame her and she quickly undid her ponytail and hopping from one leg to the other, she pulled on her g-string, which only provided minimal coverage but still technically counted as dressed.

Stopping the audio playing on her phone, she removed her AirPods and hid them in her skirt. It was now much quieter. Instead of the mantra "I’m a slut, I’m a whore, A set of wet holes to be used and abused."; all she could hear was the screeching of gulls, the gentle sloshing of the sea against the shore, distant car noises, and the faint voices of passersby. She carefully approached the water's edge, feeling the cold water on her feet. She confidently waded in until only her g-string remained exposed, and then she half dove into the sea, fully submerging herself.

The initial shock of the freezing temperature soon passed as her body adjusted. After she felt her body had enough of the cold water, she swam back to shore until she could feel the bottom with her feet again and cleaned away any remaining cream and chocolate from her white shirt. Feeling a little excited, she slipped her g-string to one side and began playing with herself as people on the harbour path walked by. She edged closer and closer to an orgasm before stopping just short of reaching climax, wanting to retain the sexual buzz. She emerged from the water with her wet, and now see-through, shirt clinging against her body, her erect nipples visible even through the shirt pockets.

Taking a moment to ensure no one had noticed her actions in the sea, she felt relatively safe behind the protective barrier of the seawall. She took off her wet g-string and used it to secure her hair in a ponytail. Slipping off her white shirt, she stood naked as she concentrated on wringing out as much water as she could from her top. She then slipped back into the wet garment before pulling on her mini-skirt to cover herself once more.

She restarted the audio erotica on her phone and popped her AirPods back into place, listening to the mantra of self-deprecating self-sexualising thoughts briefly before it was replaced by a random audio blog where she recounted a night where she had serviced five men. "What a slut" she thought as her own voice retold her slutty story.

As she walked back home, the warm breeze quickly dried her shirt, concealing her erect nipples once more. She retraced her steps, taking note of the men and a few women who watched as she passed by in her short skirt. Upon arriving at her apartment she felt invigorated by her swim in the sea and took a long, warm shower.

It was barely 11 am and she still had a lunch date with her Master. Today was shaping up to be a good day.