Public Indecency

By JonnySchweer and mrhungry 

It was nearly noon when Jon finished putting together the costume he would have his little Concubine wear. Gwendolyn was a very punctual young lady, so he knew she would arrive within the next couple of minutes.

The truth was, the more he played with Gwen, the more he desired her as a twenty-four-seven submissive. She was certainly submissive, and truly enjoyed everything he had made her do. Had she not, he was sure she wouldn't be calling to initiate another meeting. By not calling her he was ensuring that she wanted what he had to give her. She had the power, just as in any consensual Sub-Dom relationship.

When Gwendolyn arrived at the hotel suite he had reserved, Jon gave her a soft kiss and then led his lover through the living room and into the bedroom. She was quite innocently dressed; a half-zipped pink colored hoodie that barely hid her tight fitting sports-bra, and a matching pair of tight fitting running shorts. He knew that her wearing the sports bra and runners shorts stemmed from her introduction to spandex. It gave him a secret thrill knowing she kept the fetish going, whether she knew it or not.

"We're going to do something special today," Jon told her. "We're going to something of a fashion show and you're going to model off a costume I've come up with."

"A costume, sir?" Gwendolyn inquired, inquisitive and unsure.

Jon grinned. "I'm calling it ‘Voltron's Sexy Allura'," he began. "But since it's the outfit SHE would wear, you're going to be a bit of a living mannequin, all dolled up, but no one will be the wiser as to who you are. Now be a good little girl and undress."

Silently, Gwen did as she was told. All sorts of thoughts went through her mind of what he might have in mind. What did he mean by a living mannequin? Such a thrilling situation; not knowing what her Master had planned.

Gwen knew this routine very well; the polite statement was his way of beginning the ritual of his domination of her. She undressed; it was her affirmative answer to him, saying in short, yes, please, dominate me.

Showing his lover a clear glass item, Jon watched as her eyes danced over it. "Guess where I am going to put this?"

Gwendolyn looked at the item. It looked like a glass rod, but upon closer inspection it was actually a dildo. She half fancied that it was fashioned to be in the same shape as her lover's penis. It looked identical in size to ones Jon had used on her at the bridal fashion show.

An answer to his question was not really necessary. It was all too clear, pun intended, where it was going to go.

Jon pointed towards his bed. "Lay down on your belly with your feet on the floor."

"Yes sir," Gwendolyn said happily. She walked over to the bed, planted her feet in front of his bed and draped her body over the lush silk comforter. She giggled slightly as she felt the tickle of the silk caress her naked breasts.

Within a few moments she felt the coolness press against her tight pucker as Jon slowly worked the glass phallus into her.

"Now turn over," he instructed her matter-of-factly, watching her squirm as she did, knowing she was adjusting to the item within her.

Showing Gwen the pink Venus Vibrator he smiled down at her. "And I'm sure you are familiar with this little item." She nodded. "Good, good," he said as he proceeded to insert it into her. "Now get up."

Gwen did as she was commanded, feeling the items inside her play off each other as she tried to stand straight.

"Here you go, sweetie," Jon said as he handed her a simple white box.

Taking the box, Gwendolyn carefully removed the cover, pulled out the costume, and held it out before her.

A marvel in hot pink, the suit was complete. With no other holes apart from two eye-holes in the hood, the suit would be impossible to don if not for the zip that ran from the small of the back to just under the neck of the hood.

"It's called a zentai," Jon informed her.

Made of microfiber, Gwen moved the soft fabric around in her hands, pouring it like a thick liquid from hand to hand. Her body shuddered at the fluidity of the material. She imagined it encasing her, wrapping around her, sealing her tight, and never letting go.

Sitting against her lover's bed, Gwen eased a foot into the leg of the suit and pulled the sock tight against her foot. She did the same with her other leg and slowly coated the rest of her calf and thigh in the fluorescent pink.

Standing up, Gwen tugged the sensuous fabric up to her hips. She let out a soft squeak as the tight metal of the crotch pressed against the flesh between her legs. As soon as she let go of the fabric, however, she felt the suit release its stretch, sliding down her thighs slightly. She suddenly worried that the suit was a size too small for her.

Tugging the fabric up to her breasts, she felt the tightness press her mounds against her body. The material stretched over her curves, hugging them, and fitting snugly to her form, perfectly.

She slipped her arm into the suit, guiding the fabric over her shoulders, tugging at the suit, feeling the crotch of the suit pull tight up against her own, pressing the butterfly vibe snugly to her flesh.

The torso of the suit stretched, and she popped her shoulder into the suit and did the same with her other shoulder, feeling the suit finally settle into place.

Apart from the opening in the back where she could feel a cool breeze, Gwen was coated from neck to toe in tight pink perfection.

"Now for the hood," Jon cooed, his excitement growing as his concubine became Voltron's Allura.

Gwen stretched the suit downwards and dipped her head. She felt the top of the open zipper at her forehead and tried to pull it open. As she stretched, she felt the torso of the suit stretch further, digging almost painfully into the area around her pussy. She leaned into the suit and with a loud plop; the suit's opening cleared the top of her head. The tension created by the stretch caused the suit to recoil, pulling the hood down over her head suddenly and unexpectedly.

With a squeal, Gwen felt the hood settle into place. She made a slight adjustment and the eye-holes lined up so that she was able to see. With the suit properly in place, she was relieved that the pressure in her groin had dissipated.

The suit began to settle around her as she explored her body, finding the path of least resistance, a place against her body whereby it needed to stretch the least.

Gwendolyn flexed her shoulders and took a step. As she did, she felt the suit continue to "set in". The tight spandex pressed the dildo into her backside. The thought that it, along with the butterfly vibe, were held in by the suit was already beginning to make her horny!

As she moved, she could feel the suit relieve itself of its stretch, pulling tight against her body. She felt the cold gelatin of the vibe press against her crotch. With every little movement, the fabric slid across her skin, evening out the pressure around her body naturally.

Gwen's thoughts began to cloud as the toy wedged into her rear moved with every step and bumped against the butterfly vibe parting her pussy flesh. She stopped in her tracks and shut her eyes.

Horny as hell now, Gwen raised her arms in the air and stretched, hunching her shoulders up, feeling the suit dig into her groin as she did so.

Jon rested his warm hand on Gwen's shoulder and pulled up on the zipper on the back of the suit, pulling the fabric tight against her body.

Gwen shivered with delight at the feeling of the suit pressing snugly against her physique. Earlier she had thought the suit may have been a size too small, but if it was, it seemed to be well worth it. It felt incredible!

"And now for the rest of the costume," Jon said as he brought out a silken jacket and a pair of boots. The jacket was a white micro-jacket that looked as though it would barely cover her breasts. Sewn onto the front was a shallow pink V going from the tops of her shoulders, down across her breasts, and coming to a point between her breasts. He helped her slip into the jacket and then zipped it closed.

Gwendolyn looked at the mirror and saw the thin silk of the jacket hugging her pink-clad form and, true enough, the bottom hem barely came over her mounds. Not that she minded; it's not like they were going to be seen.

In the mirror she saw Jon stand behind her and put a white belt snugly over her hips and then closing the hexagonal clasp just above what would have been her tightly cropped pubic hair.

A pair of white, calf-high, boots seemed to complete the costume. Jon help guide her feet into them, kissing her inner thighs once they were set.

Jon stood up and looked at his costumed lover. "Now do remember," Jon began, "you are to be seen, not heard." He tapped a finger on the fabric covering her mouth.

"Which means no talking. Of course you may, at any time, use your safe word."

"Thank you, Master," Gwen replied, her voice muffled somewhat by the fabric.

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"The Dollhouse" was a fetish club that Jon had been a member of for a few years. It was a safe place for people like him to indulge in some of their more curious and interesting sexual fancies and fetishes.

"Jonny!!" a familiar voice called out as he entered the club, with Gwen two steps behind him. "So glad you could make it."

Jon looked over to see Suki, dressed a little more provocatively than what she normally showed off publicly. She was wearing a pair of tight hot pink bikini briefs that, from the center, had a set of 2 inch straps climbing over her belly. Each section of straps were connected to the previous with brass rings, and attached to those rings were a set of straps that crisscrossed her body. The straps went under, and then over, her breasts and then ended neatly by encircling her neck.

Draped over her shoulders was what looked like a loose, short sleeved sheer top that hung just past her breasts, barely covering her pert mounds. Knee length black leather boots completed her amazing ensemble.

"So glad to be here," Jon said with a warm hug, and an affectionate kiss. "You look stunning. All dressed up with everywhere to go?"

"Well I am the MC for the little fashion show that's being put on," Suki said with a playful twirl. "So I figured I might as well dress the part, right?"

"Of course!"

Gwendolyn couldn't believe her eyes. HER master was kissing another woman! It was obvious that they were close friends, but were they lovers? She definitely seemed to be able to catch his eye.

"Now," Jon began as he put a hand on Gwen's shoulder, "as promised, I have brought over the ‘Sexy Allura' costume I told you about." He looked into Gwen's eyes and gave her a wink. "It'll be modeled off by our own mannequin, so everyone can really see how it looks."

Suki grinned. "Well, it's quite a fashion statement, I'll give you that," she said as she circled the model. Her hand traced over Gwen's belly, feeling the soft curves of the pink-clad woman. "Will she be up to the task?"

"I am confident that she will," Jon responded.

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Looking out from the side of the stage, Gwen waited. It had never been her ambition in life to be a model, but here she was for the second time in a matter of weeks, preparing to walk a catwalk. Now that she knew her Master was a clothing designer she wondered if this would become a new career for her. Looking out along the length of the well-lit catwalk, she saw Suki standing in the center of the small stage, microphone in hand, introducing the various costumes as they were modeled. Some of the costumes were rather curious, some were intricate, while others were rather flashy.

One difference between her costume and those being modeled was that the features of the other women could be seen; they weren't hidden in such a deliciously tight zentai outfit like she was wearing. With each new introduction, a woman would walk out onto the stage, do a quick twirl, and then head off to the other side.

"...and for those of us who remember the heroic efforts of the Voltron Force," Suki's voice began as she looked off-stage, giving Gwen her cue, "the Princess of planet Arus was one of the most ALLURING of the characters."

Gathering her courage and taking her cue, Gwen strode confidently onto the stage. She heard gasps of surprise from a few of the women who were present in the audience. The playful chuckles from some of the men also reached her ears. As she posed, modeling the outfit, she looked around and felt a rush of enjoyment from the embarrassment she was feeling under the lustful looks of the men as they ogled her.

She felt, no, she knew, that they were undressing her with their eyes, some worse than that. Her arousal increased at the thought of how tightly the micro-fiber suit was clinging to her body, showing off every curve and...crease.

Without warning a powerful jolt from within her loins made her body stiffen mid-turn. It didn't stop, but she managed to regain enough momentum to try and make a clean show of it.

Looking down to the seats at the side of the stage, Gwen she saw her master and knew from his wicked smile that he had turned the vibrator on full power. He had turned it on as she was still there on the stage, in front of everyone!

Within moments, her knees grew weak and her breathing became labored as the pleasurable waves crashed against her body. She couldn't believe he was actually going to do it; force her to have an orgasm in front of a crowd of people!

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," Gwen's mined cried with each vibration.

She felt the throbbing wand rub against her tense muscles. With each new motion she felt herself weaken and slip into the throes of the sensations that came in waves of pleasure. The feelings were so intense she felt cold shivers spread over her legs to her thighs, as if cold, loving, hands were caressing her legs.

Gwendolyn tried to fight back against the toy that was ravaging her insides, but her shaking on the stage grew more and more wild. Without realizing it, she had dropped to her knees and was bobbing back and forth while the sensations crashed over her muscles. Her body wanted the sweet release to come, and she knew she was helpless to do anything to either hurry it along or prevent its arrival. As thoroughly as she was immersed in the sensations rocking her body, she was still aware that she was on the well-lit stage in front of dozens of people.

"OhGodohGodohGodohGod," she panted. The waves of sensations were coming faster and harder now. The vibrations were almost painful, but also immeasurably sensual.

"OhGodohGodohGod, I'm...oh God," she whispered between hard gasps.

"OH GOD!!!!!!!" Gwendolyn screamed as her body arched on the stage. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a scream of ecstasy as waves of intense pleasure throbbed though her body, radiating from her crotch.

Her mind went white as she arched her back off the stage. Her muscles tensed; it felt like millions of volts of current were crashing throughout her being. She felt her body shake and move in pleasured shudders as she hit the pinnacle of sensual passion.

After several long minutes, Gwen managed to pull herself back up. Her legs felt weak, and she was barely able to stand. She felt spent, euphoric, and yet utterly ashamed and completely humiliated at what just happened. She had been a public spectacle, losing control of her entire body in the waves of orgasm as everyone watched. She felt her cheeks grow hot form the realization. Adding to that humiliation was the sound of applause coming from the audience. Everyone present understood what had just happened to her!

Gwen looked out at the crowd through the small eye-holes in the hood she wore, and saw the expressions on their faces. That's when it really dawned on her that this type of performance was more the norm in this setting. It was a fetish club, not the Hilton. The expressions she saw were more of appreciation than anything else.

The distinctive tick of Suki's heels sounded against the stage floor as the Asian woman came close.

"Come on, sweetie," Suki said as she help Gwen to stand. "Your master wants to see you now."

Oh God, Gwendolyn thought to herself. He's going to break up with me. She felt as though she had failed the most important test of her entire life, no, worse than failed, and an icy coldness crept around her heart. Why couldn't she have just held in that orgasm! He hadn't given her permission to do that!

With the show over, the two ladies walked slowly down a hall and into a small room where Jon sat on a couch; a smile on his lips. Gwen couldn't help but feel the coldness of the wet fabric of the outfit cling to her inner thighs, pasted to her by her own fluids. She heard the door close behind her.

Dropping to her knees, Gwen felt a sob rise within her. She crawled close to her lover, resting her head on his knee, the fabric on her face moistened from her tears.

"Please, Master, sir. Forgive me. Don't leave me." She felt his warm hand stroke gently over her head.

"Shh, shhh, shhh," Jon cooed affectionately. "It's OK sweetie. No one is leaving anyone."

A sob got caught in her throat. She was not being discarded? She looked up at Jon, her eyes half bleary from the tears that were welling up in them.

"You did wonderful," Jon answered. "It was a great show."

Gwen's heart fluttered, "Thank you, SIR."

"Now, let's get you out of that soiled Zentai."

Both Jon and Suki helped Gwendolyn stand and undress. Once naked, she hugged Jon, planting a kiss on his cheek and resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

Jon hugged his concubine and stroked her matted down hair. "I have to meet with a couple of the other members for a few minutes," he said softly into her ear. "You let Suki clean you up while I'm gone."

Clean me up? "Yes, master," she replied, not knowing what he meant by that.

"Do a good job!" Jon said to Suki in a rather authoritarian voice. Gwen was somewhat surprised when Suki replied, "Yes, sir."

The Asian photographer knelt in front of the now naked woman, lifted up one of her legs, and pulled it over to rest on her shoulder. She leaned forward and began lapping at the still-dripping loins of the subbie, taking several long minutes to enjoy the heated fluids.

Suki looked up at Gwen and stroked her legs and ass with her soft fingers.

"I'm so jealous of you, Gwendolyn," she said softly. "I would be Jon's concubine in a heartbeat, but my schedule is so busy that it wouldn't be fair to him."

Gwen was still somewhat recovering from what Suki had just done to her with her tongue, but what she was saying had not gone unheard. Suki wanted to be Jon's concubine? That explained a lot of what she had seen between the two of them.

"He doesn't allow just anyone to get close to him, so I hope you appreciate what you have."

Gwen wasn't sure what to say...of course she appreciated Jon! She opened her mouth to speak, but Suki continued, "I'm glad he found you, Gwen. You are the perfect concubine for him, and I know you will serve him well, probably even better than I could. Thank you."

Gwen moaned as Suki's tongue returned to her slit, parting the moist flesh and lapping the pink flesh of her sex. She panted softly as she felt the Asian woman clean her, and arouse her by flicking her clit occasionally with the tip of her tongue. Her arousal was made stronger by what Suki had just said to her. She no longer felt threatened by her presence.

Ten minutes passed before Jon slipped back into the room. Gwen looked at her lover and asked, "What shall I wear now? The zentai is ruined."

"But the costume isn't," Jon said sweetly.

A few minutes later Gwen wore the micro jacket, belt, and boots of the costume she had modeled. A pair of pink spandex bikini briefs had been found to complete costume.

"So how did you like your first public show?" Suki said as she stepped behind Gwen and clasped the other woman's breasts, massaging them through the silken micro-jacket, feeling the nipples grow firm in her grasp.

"It was heavenly," Gwen answered.