Sometimes when I am tired, I go lay down and drift into a half-sleeping fantasy.  I don't usually record them, but this time I decided to share.

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As I lay in bed, my thoughts drifting, my mind took me to him again.

He is my master.

It is always the same man in my fantasies.  This time he was preparing me for a day of show but don't tell.  This is what I call the trips to the mall he takes me on.

First, he has me do all my makeup the way he likes, with my light face, dark eyes and even darker lips.  I take extra care that I am beautiful to perfection, and then I go before him, naked.

He grasps my face, cupping my chin in his hand, and raises my eyes to meet his, inspecting my work.  He must approve, because he smiles evilly down upon me.  He raises his finger to my mouth and I part my lips slightly and let him run the pad of his finger over the end of my tongue and slowly drag it across the inside of my bottom lip.  It is such a sensual moment that I instantly become wet between my legs, and this is good, for what he does next will require some of my wetness.

He tells me to kneel before him, and I do.  He takes my prong collar from its drawer, undoes a link, and places it around my neck, slipping the link back through, with the pull chain towards my back.

He then tells me to place my hands on the floor before me and rest my head upon them.  I do as he asks, bring my face to the floor, my ass now completely presented to him, high in the air.  I cannot see him now, but I know what is coming.  I can hear him walk to the place where he keeps it, and then I feel his presence behind me.

He is about to harness me.

My public display harness is not to be seen... it is for me to feel.  It consists of a big black vibrating butt plug that is strapped in tight with leather harness straps.  It has one main belt piece, the back strap that he tightens ruthlessly tight, and the two front straps that pass on either side of my pussy and then to the front sides of the belt.

My master now takes the end of the huge plug and rubs it across my pussy, collecting my wetness upon it.  He then attaches my lead to my collar and wraps the chain around his right hand so that I cannot pull away.  With his left hand, he brings the plug to my anus.  He pauses slightly so I will not know exactly when the pain will begin, and then he uses a hard shove combined with a twisting motion to force the massive device deep into my ass.

I scream as he does this, for the pain as the widest part passes into me is agonizing.  I cannot see his face, but I know he is smiling, for he enjoys this show.  Finally it is in and I whimper and moan uncontrollably.

The pain, though intense, has left me so aroused that my wetness now drips down the inside of my thighs, and it tickles as it makes its way down.  My master sees this, but does not care--he will send me away to clean myself up after he is done.

He now places the belt around my waist and locks it closed.  He attaches the two front straps to the connector on the front of the plug, and lets them dangle between my legs.  He then loosely attaches the back strap into place.  He now threads the right front strap by the side of my pussy, being careful not to twist it as he passes it under me, and then he connects it to the front of the harness.  Then he does the other side and adjusts the tension on both straps just right.

Now he asks me to raise my head back up and return to the kneeling position.  He approaches me from behind and he pulls the rear strap tight, forcing me to arch my back to relieve some of the painful pressure in my ass.  The harness, with its huge mass deep inside me, combined with this forced pressure, makes my ass stick out nicely and I believe he finds this not only attractive but also amusing, because he knows it is hard for me to walk normally in this condition.

He is now satisfied with his adjustments, and he now runs his fingers down the inside of my wet thigh.  His actions send chills of ecstasy through my body.  He laughs, and tells me to lick my nastiness from his fingers.

I hungrily do so, sucking my juice from each of his fingers passionately.  This pleases him, and he rewards me with a sincere smile.  He tells me that is fine, so I stop cleaning his hand.  My lead is unattached from my collar, and I am now sent to the bathroom to clean up.  I awkwardly make my way to the bathroom.

I now want to masturbate so badly it is killing me, but I know not to keep him waiting so I quickly clean all my nastiness away and return to him to get dressed.

He has chosen a short black and white schoolgirl skirt, a tight-fitting long sleeved velvet shirt with bondage straps that go down my spine and attach to d-rings down the arms, a garter belt and fishnet stockings, and knee-high black patent platform boots.  I dress as he watches me.  It is difficult to bend forward to put my stockings and boots on with my butt plug in, and he is amused by my difficulty.

Finally, I am ready.

He reattaches the lead to my collar and lets it loosely drape down my back.  He knows he does not need it, it is more for show.  You don't see many prong collars on people--much less in the mall--for they are very harsh and even when not pulled tight, the metal prongs can dig into my skin and cause irritation.  On the way out the door he grabs his black trench coat, and we are on our way.

We arrive at the mall in short order.  The trip for me was uncomfortable, sitting quietly beside him as the harness dug into me, the pressure of me sitting down onto the plug making it even more intense.

Once in the mall, not only does my dress and posture make my status known to everyone who sees us, but he is much taller than me, further adding to the illusion of his power over me.  He walks slowly beside me, enjoying watching me try not to show my harnessed condition now hidden under my clothes.

With each step, the bulk up my ass moves inside me and I quickly find myself becoming wet.  He leads me off to one side of the corridor, and he leans back against the wall, telling me to come and lean back into him.  In this way, with my body pressed close to his, no one can see his hand as it slips under the back of my skirt.

He finds the knob on my butt plug, and turns the vibrations on.  As he does so, he has to hold his other arm around me so my knees do not give out from the rush of ecstasy that overtakes my body.  He holds me, like this, for a minute, until I regain my composure.

It is one of the most exquisitely sensual minutes of my life.  The arms of my master supporting me, the closeness of our bodies, the indescribable pleasure from the deep vibration, and the thrill of it all happening in the mall as people walk by.  I don't even care what my face looks like, it must be a sight to see, but I am out of my mind with ecstasy.

The minute passes and he tells me to walk.  Every step is torturous, I feel like I will collapse.  I'm also self-conscious because with no panties on, my endless flow of wetness is now beginning to run down the inside of my thighs and it will soon be obvious to any passersby.

Fortunately, I only have to walk one lap of the mall like this because my master has had enough of the game and is ready to take me home and make it more personal.

When we arrive back home, he takes my lead in hand and leads me back to the bedroom.  With shockwaves of deep anal vibrations still rushing uncontrollably through my body, he tells me to kneel down before him with my back against the wall.  He gently pulls my shirt off over my collar and threads the lead through.  With my skirt, harness, garter, stockings and boots still on, he approaches me.

I can now see the huge bulge in his black jeans, and he looks down on me as I release his manhood from its confines.  I gently pull his jeans down, and I hold the heel of his shoe and his pants leg so he can easily step out of them.  I help with the other leg as he pulls his shirt off over his head with one hand in one sexy motion.

I run my hands down his ass, caressing it smoothly as my hands cup his sexy ass cheeks and then drift down the back of his thighs.  I keep doing this caress as I slowly begin to gently suck his balls into my mouth, first one, then the other, making soft warm circles around them with my tongue while they are in my mouth.

I then kiss, lick and suck my way from his balls to his massive throbbing cock, slowly licking and sucking my way up his shaft.  I give one final long slow lick up the underside of his shaft, starting at his balls and going up wickedly slow, then lingering for a moment licking and sucking the underside of the head of his cock before I put his manhood in my mouth, slowly working it into my mouth while flicking my tongue gently back and forth around him.

Within a couple of minutes I am sucking him off, taking long slow strokes and managing to swallow about three quarters of his massive manhood down my throat.  He lets me do this for several minutes, and I hear a low moans escape his throat.

He then begins to thrust himself into my throat with my strokes.  His intense passion then takes him over and he steps forward to me, making my head press back into the wall.  He grabs a handful of my hair and begins to forcefully fuck my throat, forcing all of himself into me ruthlessly.  I choke and gag beneath his powerful thrusts, but I cannot escape.  With my head pinned against the wall, I am forced to submit to his pleasure.

With every thrust I feel the wall bruising the back of my head, the soreness taking my mind off the endless gagging.  His pace quickens and I soon find myself drowning in his cum.  I try to swallow, but he is so deep into my throat that it is impossible.  He does not seem to notice my predicament, but is instead jerking with pleasure.

When he finally withdraws himself from my mouth, I gasp for air and cough uncontrollably.  He stands over me, waiting for me to regain my composure.  When I finally do, he tells me to finish my job--in my distressed gagging, I have somehow not been able to contain all his cum, and now a trail of it is working its way down his balls.

I come forward to him and lick him completely clean.  I do such a good job that when I am done, I can see he is almost hard again.  My pussy and thighs still coated in my wetness, twitching uncontrollably, I shyly look up and silently mouth the word "please".

He tells me to stand, and I do.

He takes my skirt off, then he pulls out the key to my harness.  He unlocks the strap from my waist and detaches the other straps from my butt plug.  He slips all the strapping out from under my garter belt.  He does not remove the butt plug; instead, he leaves it inside me.  He tells me to kneel on all fours and he comes up behind me.

His cock is massive and with my ass already full, he has to force his way into my dripping wet pussy.  I am ruthlessly tight around him, and he can feel the vibrations from my ass inside my pussy.  He moans in ecstasy and I am squealing and moaning uncontrollably as he pumps his hard cock deep inside me.  He takes my lead in his hand and pulls me up and back into him hard.

The prongs on my collar bite into my neck painfully.  With his next thrust, he jerks my lead hard, and a prong cuts into my skin.  A drop of blood forms on my neck under the left side of my chin.  He sees this, and still pumping inside me, he wraps his arm around my chest and pulls my body up close to his.  He removes my collar with his other hand and lets it fall to the floor.

My body now close to his, him pumping deeply inside me, he cradles me in his arms.  I turn my head to the side and lay it back onto his right shoulder, and he bends forward and licks the bloody trail from my neck.  He then closes his mouth over the puncture and greedily sucks the blood from my neck.

This sends me over the top and I come in waves in his arms as he feeds on me.

Soon, he comes with me and as he does, he kisses me deeply.  I taste the blood on his lips and tongue and I suck it greedily.  Together, we rock through waves of ecstasy, kissing deeply as the blood runs down my neck.  His hand meets the blood and he rubs his bloody hand into my breast, pinching my nipple.

In a moment he is done, and he slips his hand between us, down my spine, and turns the vibrations off in my ass.  My body sags forward into his arm and he supports my weight easily.  He slowly lowers me down before him.  He withdraws from me, and removes the plug from my ass.  A low moan escapes me... it is all I have left in me.

I am lost in a foggy, dream-like ecstasy state.  I feel myself being picked up, and I find myself laid gently beneath the black satin sheets of his bed.  This is a special time for me, for many times in the past I have been left lying in a heap on the floor and awakened cold and stiffly.  He joins me now and kisses my cheek as he presses the sheet into my neck to stop the bleeding.

My last thought before I drift off into a dreamless sleep is how wonderful it feels to be in his bed, beside him.