This is a mixture of fantasy and real life, a wish list, inspired by my experiences in relationships and an explosive (non physical) whirlwind of a headfuck which opened my eyes wide. Really wide.

The title is a tribute to a special person who instantly struck me as ‘A Sparkling Rainbow Diamond on a beach of pebbles’. All are over 18 and eager participants.

Constructive feedback is welcomed and appreciated, it will help me with future submissions.

Shamed

My slave, as a concession for your good behaviour, I will grant your request. It is only fair. Your total dedication to me means you deserve a reward. I will increase your humiliation significantly, our previous experiences will pale in comparison. Your desire for combined elevation and degradation is my reward.

Even before we begin I’m thinking – ‘Can we really do this?’. But you were so clear when you asked, you specifically requested ‘public’.

Given the importance of your request I plan. We need enough flexibility to adapt to circumstances, but the key points are non negotiable.

Aligning with your need for degradation, I dress you appropriately. Initialled collar (name – ‘G’) with matching dog lead, jewelled plug and weighted clamps, all obscured by your fur coat, then finished with knee high boots. I like it simple. Your surprise is obvious even though it is based on your confession. You are desperate to know how far this will go, but you say nothing.

Next we walk to our local pub, casually arm in arm. We already draw some lingering glances. We don’t know many people around here, but they know us. We are THAT couple. You radiate positive energy as you smile – the pressure of the plug and the swinging weights increases your awareness of them – your smile is sincere, choosing to momentarily ignore what may be coming.

The bar is noisy, not too busy, it’s early. We take the furthest, table by the window. The early evening sun leaving a golden glow on the High Street outside. On prime display for anyone passing, and this evening you will be the view.

I send you to the bar to get drinks, swaying as you walk, part your natural movement, part thanks to the sparkling plug. You are perfect, at the right time I will tell you that.

On your return you sit, carefully. You almost baulk as I tell you to drop your coat from your shoulders. Your face is instantly scarlet but you comply. You look fabulous. Our position means we are mostly hidden from the people in the bar. But the view from outside is obvious. You, part naked, clamped and collared, in the high street window, as if touting for company in a seedy part of town. You are anything but seedy. Strong and determined, in your typical life you are not to be messed with. Tonight we will override typical social convention. We sit wordlessly, sipping our drinks. You, waiting for the next command, me struggling to give it. I can not show any doubt. My pause heightens your anticipation – I tell you to remove your coat, completely.

You audibly swallow, a sound I love, it means I’ve hit the mark, and we’ve still a long way to go.

With an only-just acceptable pause, you comply. On standing I take the coat from you, no going back now, all safetys are off. My own adrenaline rushes, oh wow, you are sat opposite me, naked apart from erotic accessories, I can not believe I have done it. I can not believe YOU have done it. I look blankly at you. Later you will know how immensely proud I am, but right now you must be humiliated. I stifle my excitement. You sit upright, almost visibly vibrating, breathing shallow, breast rising and falling quickly. You shiver though not from the cold.

A few people slow their pace as they pass on the street, interested in you but polite enough not to form a crowd. Inside the pub you also have disbelieving eyes staring at you, this time not looking away. They are intrigued, focused, likely aroused. You know they can look but not touch, you are mine, I will keep you safe.

Our drinks finished I want rush home and devour you, but I retain my resolve. It is time to increase the humiliation. I present my hand and you place your lead, flicking my eyes to the floor you know you must kneel. You kneel, and as your heels press into your ass you must clench to retain the plug. Your hands automatically go behind your back. I pick up your coat and then tug your lead gently as I turn to walk through the bar, you know you must crawl and follow. I walk slowly, all eyes now on you, on your hands and knees, your gorgeous swaying ass. Unseen by you, I smile at the comments. You hear them all, every single one – what a slut – I can not believe it – she’s only wearing boots! – is that a butt plug? – her nipples are gigantic – why does he treat her like that? – what an ass! – has she no self-respect? – only a whore would do that – well done fella, she’s where she belongs – how much is he paying? – a dog collar? No way!

You know it’s true, you are a slut, you deserve this, you are worthless, you are wired SO wrong, a long way beyond help, just a toy.

Eventually I reach the door, another tug and you stand – there is no way I will let the rough surface of the street damage any part of your soft skin. You position your hands behind your back, arms bent, elbows gripped. I smile inside, outwardly dismissing your look, you look down as you know you should.

A few people follow to the door as I walk away, you – obediently – one step behind. We draw mixed reactions from passers-by – embarrassment, stares, gasps, but its the words that you need hear, mixed whispers and shouts – is she really naked? – YOU SLAG! – that shouldn’t be allowed – COME OVER HER DARLING, I’VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU! – I wish I were him – she must be mental – that poor girl.

As we approach home, I know I must complete my final part of your humiliation. I stop and tug your lead. You present, correctly, on your knees in front of me.

The traffic passes, slowly. I unbuckle my belt, seeing this you know what is next. Your eyes don’t leave mine, I must let this indiscretion pass.

With my back to the road, you in full view, I drench you, hot jets aimed at your hair, face, neck breasts then mouth. You look like you’ve been dropped in a plunge pool – shocked, wide-eyed, soaked.

You lean closer as I finish, gulping the last of my stream and cleaning me with your mouth. I redo my belt, ignore your shivers, tug once more and turn. You rise and follow behind. I look back and catch you staring at me, I glare and you instantly drop your gaze. I outwardly grin, invisible to you, knowing how proud you make me.

Arriving at our door I pause, tug for the last time and you knee – once we cross the threshold our game changes – I take the opportunity to observe every glorious detail of you – skin, shape, scars, dripping hair, swinging weights, shining face, carpet-scuffed knees. My heart is pounding out of my chest at what we have just done.

I open the door, one last tug on your lead and you follow.

We will talk about this day many times as ‘the first grand humiliation’.

My mind now leaps to the imminent next chapter.