Watchful Eyes

For all my slutty ways before I met my Master, I did not tend to any form of exhibitionism either sexually or personally. I’m fairly sure that if you asked most of my friends, co workers or acquaintances particularly before I moved to London they’d actually suspect I had terrible luck with men since my dates never turned into relationships rather than spending most of my spare time getting fucked.

Being a ‘shy’ slut paid off though as I very rarely had to bother with anyone’s preconceptions or worry that I’d fuck their boyfriend behind their back and it created a situation where I could hide in plain sight being almost pathologically private about sex. Even my best friend had no idea about my sluttiness or sex work at the time.

The secrecy added a layer of danger and power to it all that I loved. Slipping out of hot sweaty clubs to cool down and taking a different guy into an alleyway to fuck each time. Coming down in rooms later after all nighters knowing I’d fucked all the men there but them not knowing the others had too. Using my (non sex work) job to meet men and getting rewarded by my boss for ‘my excellent customer service’ in the process because no one guessed.

The only downside to having such a secretive sex life means I think it stopped me thinking about the side of sex that could be about performance or voyeurism even when I was having sex with more than one person. Luckily my Master has introduced me to that concept and after some initial nervousness I seem to have taken to it rather well.

I haven’t have had the chance to play with my Master and Princess in public (yet) but right from the beginning of our relationship he’s encouraged the idea of me learning to show off more. From dressing as sluttily as possible everyday in public to a memorable occasion I ended up giving myself an orgasm behind a Boris Bike stand in central London one night on his orders he certainly didn’t break me in gently.

Now you can hardly stop me from fucking myself or Princess in public bathrooms or changing rooms so it also crossed my mind the other night when the three of us were fucking in their living room that their neighbours might be able to see what was going on. The joys of London living means their flat is overlooked and their neighbours rarely close their curtains.

A few years ago the idea would have distracted me but this time it turned me on…

Watchful Eyes

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