"Command Performance" from Caught Looking

Here's an excerpt from "Command Performance" by Teresa Noelle Roberts, from Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists. It's a super-hot story, which those who attended the San Francisco reading got to hear read in its entirety by Carol Queen, about a kinky slave girl who shows off at a peep show at her master's command. Alison Tyler and I are working on the sequel to Caught Looking now and I can already tell you, it's gonna be HOT HOT HOT!

She glanced down dubiously at the dirty floor, remembering the blatant, nasty way that Master had ordered her to end the performance.

They weren’t here to see Michelle. They weren’t here to see the pretty, refined woman she could be under other circumstances. They were here to see a slut. To see Master’s slut.

Deep breath. She was going to do this—for her master, who had made her into this slut, turned on by displaying herself on his orders.

She sat down on the floor, then spread her legs wide, showing her dripping pussy to the audience. She ran two fingers down her slit, then raised them and made a V for Victory sign, showing to each window in turn the glistening strands of moisture between them.

The old man had his fly open, his cock hanging out. The boys weren’t so bold, but she could see from their eyes they wanted to do the same. She glanced toward her master, but he was smiling calmly behind the façade of control he never lost until he chose to.

With one hand, Michelle opened her pussy lips, exposing the wet, gaping hole to hungry eyes. She had never felt so open before, so vulnerable. On the one hand, she wanted to close her legs, slink away, hide herself in shame. On the other hand, her body ached. Master was what she needed, Master’s cock, Master’s whip, anything he would be willing to use to get her off.

What she had was Master’s order to get herself off in a very specific way.

And although she couldn’t have imagined doing such a thing before others on her own whim, it was his order, and because it was his order, she suspected she’d be able to come from it. That was the real thrill for her, not one particular act or another, but knowing that, even if she were touching herself, she was doing so under his command.

One by one, she put her fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking lasciviously, making a great show of it, maintaining eye contact first with the boys, then with the old man, who was beating off magnificently. Once her fingers were slicked, she held them up for the onlookers to see, then plunged all four at once into her pussy.

Just as Master had ordered.