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One day, I asked Juice to have the lunch with me. Juice eagerly accepted my invitation to lunch, and we met at a nearby restaurant. As we sat down at the table, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness to her, the memory of our intimate moments together still fresh in my mind.

Over lunch, we talked about our lives and shared stories of our experiences. I listened intently as Juice told me about her work and her passions, feeling a sense of admiration for her drive and determination.

But as the conversation turned to our shared desires, I could feel the familiar sense of desire building within me, the wondered of Juice’s submission to me filling my mind with a heady sense of excitement.

“Juice, I want you to know how much your submission means to me,” I said, my voice low and intimate. “I cherish the trust and intimacy that we share, and I want to continue exploring our desires together.”

Juice’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she responded, “I feel the same way, Master. I want to serve you in any way that I can.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her words. “Good. Then tell me, Juice, did you wear your panty today?”

Juice’s cheeks flushed as she hesitated for a moment before answering, “Yes, Master. I wore the pink lace one that you gave me.”

My eyes lit up with pleasure as I imagined her wearing the delicate lingerie, her body aching for my touch. “Excellent,” I said, my voice laced with desire. “I want you to give me the panties now, Juice. I want to feel your submission to me in a tangible way.”

Juice’s eyes widened with surprise at my request, and I could see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Master, are you sure you want to do that?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

I nodded, feeling a surge of desire at the wondered of pushing the damp fabric deep into her wet pussy. “Yes, Juice. I want to feel the fabric against your skin, to experience the intimacy of this act. Are you willing to submit to my desire?”

Juice’s lips parted in a soft gasp as she nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Yes, Master. I trust you completely.”

With that, I motioned for her to stand up and lead the way to the restroom. Once inside the stall, I instructed her to remove her panties, feeling a thrill of anticipation as she slid the damp fabric down her legs.

As she handed them to me, I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, and I couldn’t withstand the urge to run my fingers over her sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Juice.

“Are you ready, Juice?” I asked, holding the panties up to her dripping pussy.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider in anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed the damp fabric deep into her wet pussy, feeling the tight walls of her cunt grip and pull at the fabric as I pushed it further inside.

Juice’s moans of pleasure filled the small space of the restroom stall as I moved the fabric back and forth, teasing her with the intimate sensation of the wet fabric against her sensitive skin.

And as we left the stall, Juice leaned into me, her body shaking with desire as she whispered in my ear, “Thank you, Master. That was an incredible experience.”

“Now, baby, go to the crowded people, and tell me your feelings on the phone. I said to her and kissed on her face.

As Juice walked away from me towards the crowded area, I watched her with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I knew that this would be a challenging task for her, but I also knew that she was eager to do anything to please me.

After a few minutes, my phone rang, and I answered to hear Juice’s trembling voice on the other end. “Master, there are so many people here, and I feel so exposed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I could sense the fear and vulnerability in her voice, but I also knew that this was an crucial part of her submission to me. “Good, Juice,” I replied, my voice firm and reassuring. “I want you to embrace that feeling of vulnerability and let it fuel your desire to please me. Tell me, what are you feeling right now?”

“I feel scared, Master,” she said, her voice shaking with nervousness. “But I also feel excited, knowing that I’m doing something to please you.”

“That’s good, Juice,” I said, my own excitement building at the wondered of her submission to me. “Now, I want you to touch yourself, right there in the middle of all those people. Let them see how much you belong to me.”

To be continued ~~~~~

NSFW: yes

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