We went to the state fair today!
Walking around, holding my hand, Master was so good to me! He won me this really huge teddy bear playing one of the games.
The whole time he was playing the game he was telling this carnival guy he should just give me the bear for a blowjob it would be less expensive for him. Of course Master was the only sort of joking with him.
The whole time I am standing there blushing, my face is crimson red and I can’t stop smiling and giggling.
It was humiliating and HOT! I was so wet by the time we walked away from the game I was thankful for my long socks to sop up the juices running down my thigh.
Which was only made worse at the end when Master tells the guy we’ll be back at the end of the night to collect the bear and he can collect on the blowjob then if he wants.
Sooo embarrassing and oh so damn hot!
I feel a tug on my hand, he’s already moving towards a ride and pulling on my hand to follow him. I’m stopped right there staring up at the top of the Ferris wheel. Scared to my core.
It had to be written all over my face, perhaps I was ghostly white, whatever the case may be, he seen it for sure. He stepped in front of me, took hold of my other hand, holding them both up he kissed the backs of my hands sending a little shiver of arousal through me.
He has my attention now, I’m looking directly into his gorgeous blue eyes. That devilish sparkle is still there, but I feel so much love. He pulls me close to him, holding me tight to him, his mouth to my ear so I can hear him over all the noise.
He began talking to me – my slave there is nothing for you to be afraid of, I am your Master and I will protect you. I love you, my girl, you can conquer this fear with my help. Come along with me girl, follow me, slave, as you have promised, with an open mind, knowing you are always safe with me.
My choice was clear now, I could beg mercy from him, or I can follow him onto the Ferris wheel. I won’t be punished if I beg for mercy, but I cannot bring myself to.
So, I follow master as he buys two tickets each for us, and goes to the end of the line. We don’t speak in line, he just holds my hand lightly giving me a reassuring grip once in a while. It’s our turn now, we walk up and Master has me sit first, then he sits beside me. Never letting go of my hand the entire time. The ride operator locks us in and reminds us to not rock and keep all our body in the little bucket.
The Ferris wheel began moving forward, stopping letting passengers off and then on. Each time it moved I wanted to scream, I was clutching Master’s hand tighter. He started talking to me at this point. Reminding me that I am safe, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
I’m all tensed up though. I just want it all to be over with and tell Master so. He just laughed at me. Laughed! Before I could even begin to get upset Master stopped laughing, looked me right in the eye and said girl, that is enough!
About that time is when the Ferris wheel had us almost at the top and began moving the normal ride. I just stared at Master, inside I was freaking out and I guess he likely knew that as well from what he said to me next.
My sweet slave, I cannot have you afraid of heights, so it will stop today. I want you to spread your legs a bit, reach into your skirt, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you cum slave… I think my jaw must have dropped as his next words were – I can stuff that mouth if you don’t close it now.
Well diary, I did cum, and quite loudly. I think that everyone on the ride and on the ground heard me as some were clapping, and others were saying congrats to my Master as we walked off the ride at the end.
On the walk to get my bear, I was burning red with embarrassment. Which was only getting worse with every step as I could smell my own arousal.
I was frantically wondering if others could smell it as well when Master tugged at my hand bringing it to his mouth, lightly kissing the tops of my fingers, then he licked my fingers. Licked them!
Of course, then he just had to say it – I can smell you, slave, I simply had to taste you as well.
I’m so tired, even a little sore from the day’s activities. Oh, my dear diary, I’ll have to write you later about picking up the bear…