Bus ride

Shoppers stare at the two of us as we make our way towards the front entrance--Lilah in front, moving confidently, my leash held firmly in her hand, and me behind, collared and naked, my stiff cock thrust straight ahead. I want to cover my crotch, but I know Lilah would reprimand me for that, maybe slap me again, causing an even greater scene. One of my balls itches madly, but I don't dare to scratch it in front of all these staring eyes. I force my hands to remain at my side. I stare straight ahead, ignoring the gasps and whispers. Hopefully, my pretend stoicism will lessen the sheer embarrassment.

When we're out in the parking lot, under the blessed darkness of night, we head towards the bus stop down the block. "Time to head to my apartment," Lilah says.

"You think they'll let me on the bus like...this, mistress?"

"Probably not, but we can sort that out like we did before." Lilah sighs. "It's such a pain though. Once we're at the apartment, I think it'll be easiest to keep you there."

I decide to broach a subject I'd been wondering about for a while. "How long are you going to keep me, mistress? The whole week?"

"Hmm, I'll have to think about that. I guess it depends how I feel tomorrow."

"Could you let me contact my mom, mistress? Let her know I'll be with you?"

"I'll call her," says Lilah firmly. "Once we're home, you can tell me how to unlock your phone. And I'll let her know to pick up your bike from in front of the cafe, too."

"Thank you, mistress."

As expected, when the bus arrives the driver is initially reluctant to let me ride naked. Another discussion and a call to his supervisor clears the matter up. Fortunately, there's only a couple of other people on board. Lilah and I take two of the front seats.

A few minutes into the ride, Lilah's soft hand reaches out and finds my cock, pinching the shaft slightly, stroking up to the glans then down to the root, slowly. Her face remains impassive, looking forward. I do the same, pretending that nothing is going on. She continues her ministrations, lazily massaging me, not enough to trigger a release, but keeping me near the edge.

We reach our destination, a five-story apartment in a mixed-use area not too far from downtown. Lilah leads me into the lobby, then stop and points at the carpeted floor. "You crawl while you're in here."

I obey, dropping to my hands and knees. We enter the elevator and ascend to the third floor. I keep my head down, ignoring anyone who might see me in this state, focused on the carpet in front of me. Lilah pulls me through a door into her apartment proper. Another female voice laughs disbelievingly.

"What...the...fuck, Lilah?"

"This is my cock slave pet, Peanut. He'll be staying with us for a little while. Say hello to Amber, Peanut."

"Hello, Amber." I lift my head to see another girl around Lilah's age sitting on the couch in a living room, staring at me with a mix of emotions.

"Er...how long?" she asks.

"A week at most," Lilah answers. "I'll mostly keep him in my room. He won't be a bother to you. Unless...that is...you want him to be." Her eyes gleam a bit at that.

"Hmm." Amber says nothing more.

"Come on, Peanut." Lilah pulls me down the hallway and into a bedroom. She closes the door and kneels down to face me. "You won't believe how wet I am right now," she whispers. "It's time to give you your satisfaction."