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Task Recount: Public Humiliation
 

I know you losers love falling victim to My Wheel of Tasks and Inevitable Punishments. Since I’ll be taking a short break from sessions to go on vacation, I have come up with the 30 Days of Submission challenge, designed to allow you to entertain Me in My absence. The past two days have been interesting, but you’ll have to do much better if you wish to please Me.

It’s day 3, and today’s task is as stated.

 
 

I had previously tasked my personal slave boy with doing my groceries, and here’s a recount of how it went for him:

I did this task on the way home from work. My heart was racing as I entered the busy Fairprice and headed to pick up the condoms and lube from the toiletries section. I then headed to the fresh produce section where I carefully selected the cucumbers - one small and one large, as the task demanded.

It was at the till where the task began. I was to purchase these items and inform the cashier that I only wanted the big cucumber, not the small one. The queue was long. I stood in line with items in hand, in full view of everyone else in queue.

It was then my turn to be served. I placed the items on the conveyor belt. Picture the items slowly being moved to the front of cashier. I was utterly embarrassed and humiliated. The items were scanned, and I proceeded to tell the cashier I did not want the smaller cucumber. To my dread, she did not understand what I said. I had to repeat myself, awkwardly gesturing and signalling to the small cucumber. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. My face was bright red at this point. Thankfully she finally understood my requests. I quickly paid hoping there were no further delays. Everyone was staring and I could feel their judgmental looks as I bagged the items and left in a hurry.

Thank you for the task, Princess.

 
Evidence of slave’s shameful efforts

Evidence of slave’s shameful efforts

 

If you have yet to partake in my challenge, it’s not too late to attempt to prove your worth to Me. The fun has yet to even begin.

 
Happy Subby Valentine's Day!
happy valentine's day, slut
 

Dear subs (and all who can only dream to be Mine),

I wish you all a very happy subby Valentine’s day, filled with only thoughts of Me.

May every sip you take today taste like the precious golden nectarine that pours from my chalice. Let the pulsing ache in your groins be a constant reminder of the grip I have on you.

If you’re lucky, you might get to kiss my feet in your dreams.

yours Feet-fully,
Princess

 
Session Recount: Public Humiliation
 

Public humiliation has always been an interesting kink that is unfortunately tough to manoeuvre in Singapore’s conservative culture. Then again, being in a public setting while desperately trying to avoid prying eyes adds an additional layer of excitement and thrill to the scene. Due to its complex nature, I would never conduct a public session with subs I have yet to establish a connection with, as it takes special chemistry to pull off a successful session.

I get many questions from curious subs as to what exactly goes on during such a session, so here’s a recount of one of K’s top moments:

A moment that makes it into the top 3 is when Princess kicked me out of her room while I was butt naked, without a stitch of clothing on my back, begging to be let back into the room by Her Highness. This embarrassing predicament is scary and thrilling, and I love how entertained Princess gets as she watches my reactions.

During one of our most memorable sessions, I was made to pick up my clothes which Princess had thrown to the neighbouring door and had to retrieve each piece whilst on all fours. I remember scrambling for my clothes, desperate to be let back in only to have Princess demand that I climax into my hands before I could enter the room.

Before I could protest, she confiscated my clothes, slammed the door in my face and instructed me to start stroking myself before someone walks by. Knowing I had only one choice, I jerked off as fast as I could, all the while hearing footsteps and voices echoing along the corridor which added to my nervousness.

Thank goodness I managed to accede to Princess’s command and was let back in just as the elevator door pinged open. I was out of breath, panting like I just ran a marathon, and all Princess did was to laugh in my face and order me to swallow the mess I made in my hands.

Long after a good session ends, I still find myself dreaming up possibilities for new scenarios. K, I can’t wait to torture you again HAHAHAHA.