They go outside

"Get dressed, were going for a walk". Jim basically commanded her at this point. Gone was the previously loving relationship. This relationship was closer the the relationship a slaveowner had with his slaves. He went back into their bedroom and retrieved one of the many items in her little toy bind. "And by the way, wear this".. Dangling from Jim's right hand was a vibrator in the shape of an egg. A remote vibrator. The remote? In his left hand.

Lisa knew there'd be no point in objecting to her boyfriend's demands. For her it had been like this for years. At one point she just gave up and conceded both her body and mind to him. She inserted the egg into her vagina, which was still wet from her previous endeavor.

"No, not those. These". Lisa was in the process of tying the laces of her knee high boots, but was sternly told by her boyfriend to wear the heels he'd prepared for her. Even in this reality it was difficult for Lisa to wear those specific heels in question. The tallest heels she could comfortably wear was 5 inches. These 8 inch monsters were true ancle breakers. Open toe with straps of leather wrapping around the foot and ancles made for little support and exposed her purple painted toenails. With the heels now mounted she could almost meet Jim's chin with her eyes.

There was something ..missing from the outfit as far as Jim was concerned. Currently she wore the standard fishnet stockings. A frilly near see through skirt and a black bra plus mesh top combo followed by her choker, of course. "Not nearly good enough" Jim thought to himself. He did a one eighty from the hallway back to the bedroom and rummaged through the more risqué side of the wardrobe. When he returned he ordered Lisa to take off her bra as he handed her two black "fuck me" nipple pasties.

Looking at the pasties, Lisa hesitated. Was he really expecting her to go this far? They'd done some crazy stuff in the past, sure. Most of that however was in the safety of their own home. This was something new to both of them. She raised her eyes towards her boyfriend. Just as she was about to refuse his request she was hit by another, smaller wave than usual. Jim hadn't even touched his phone, yet the app had the ability to go in and alter something. In truth it was only the accommodation change kicking into high gear to make Lisa play along with Jim's scheme. As the wave washed over all resistance had left her body. Lisa was now one hundred percent subject to Jim. The only thing he could ever request of her that she had the ability to refuse was doing physical harm to herself and others, with some varying room for interpretation of course. With the pasties now attached and the mesh top back into place it became awfully clear just how easy it was to spot the pasties. The mesh might as well not have been there at this point. Her pale complexion alongside the matt black coloring of the pasties made for a very powerful contrast, anyone who didn't see what she was up to was either blind or not paying attention.

Stepping into the sidewalk by their apartment building Lisa was quickly overcome by a severe degree of anxiety. Her fear of the outside world bordered to agoraphobia, but she wasn't quite there yet. Looking about frantically the little goth was relieved to see that there were no people in the vicinity. Jim brought his arm around her shoulder and carefully began moving towards the park. As they began walking Jim had his free hand on the remote in his pocket. Increasing the intensity of the vibrator bit by bit. Every time he did Lisa had to use all her diminished willpower to not wince or cause any sort of reaction that would bring any attention to herself. An increasingly difficult task.

The walk to the park proved to be very uneventful all things considered. Fortunately Jim had already planned ahead and brought some additional items along to guarantee his girlfriend's humiliation. Once they'd gotten a fair deal into the center and most busy part of the park he signaled for her to sit down at a bench right by the main path. He handed her a large black dildo with a suction element at the base.

"Attach this to the bench and sit on it. I want you to very carefully gyrate and pleasure yourself with it. You'll also be wearing this fitbit so I can monitor your pulse.
If someone walks by you may slow down but you can't stop. If they look at you you have to maintain eye contact until they leave. If they approach, you must humor them a conversation, and be completely honest if they ask you about your masturbation. If you do catch a conversation with someone you must try to get them to tell you what they'd change about you. We'll use their response as a foundation for tomorrow. Ill be sitting over there, listening in. If I fear the situation might escalate I'll come, but for the most part I'll just be a spectator".

Just like that, he left her to her own devices. She was mortified. Dressed like a cheap goth slut with repulsive tattoos and provocative piercings fucking herself silly in public. Lisa had been reduced to a mere shell of who she previously was. If there was a silver lining to this whole ordeal it'd have to be that she didn't actually know just how much she'd lost. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss.

She'd been at it for about ten minutes when the first person walked by. A guy in a suit with a briefcase, probably taking the shortcut through the park from where he worked. He was pretty busy in a phone call on his handsfree device. That didn't prevent him from noticing the crazy exhibitionist goth freak pleasuring herself on the bench. As he went on by he locked eyes with Lisa. Holding his gaze until he was so far past he'd have to turn his head to hold the eye contact. As this unfolded Jim sat and watched as his girlfriend's pulse spiked. Whenever it would spike he reduced the vibrator intensity to almost zero, preventing the increasingly intensive climax that Lisa would inevitably undergo. The only question was when he'd be satisfied with her humiliation. He had set a single goal, and a single goal only for this ..activity. To get feedback from at least one person. If he could get more? Great, he'd be sure to incorporate as much as he could, but he wanted the changes for a specific reason. All the previous changes had been his or her idea, with the exception of the punishments, which none of them were aware of in the first place. He wanted changes that neither of them actually desired. What would be worse than having some random stranger decide your fate, not to mention the circumstances. Had it been carefully planned and executed online or something, the responses might have been fairly mild. This was however in public, and the types of people that would approach a nasty goth bitch masturbating in the park weren't the kind of people known for restraint, or class for that matter. Yes, this whole ploy was to get the dirtiest and nastiest ideas one could find, and he'd be careful to dangle this in front of Lisa, tormenting her, letting her know just what he had in store for her.

Shortly after the businessman had left a group of boys came walking by, clearly under influence of something. As they walked by none of them seemed to notice Lisa at first, not paying mind to anything but themselves. About three seconds later though, one of them blurted out. "Was that bitch fucking herself?" "No way dude, you sure?" "I don't know, let's check!" The four guys turned around and sent the shortest guy over to check on her.

"Whatcha doin' there?" Lisa had hoped they didn't see her. If there was anyone who she wanted to hear the input of, it'd had to be the businessman. Anyone else walking through this particular park at this time of day would be bad news. But here she was, talking to some sleazy guy in his mid 30's. He was probably unemployed she deduced based on his dirt sweatpants and sweat rings.
"Can't you see? I'm fucking masturbating". There was no way for her to lie, she tried as hard as she could but couldn't bring herself to disobey. She instead sat there, completely exposed eyes locked with this random sleazy stranger as she fucked her asshole in public. He was taken slightly aback by her honesty, but didn't waste any time as he called over his buddies.

Meanwhile Jim was enjoying how this unfolded, he wouldn't dare to dream of such a perfect opportunity. Not one, but four lowlifes to bother his girlfriend. Looking at the fit bit he noticed how her pulse was dangerously high. If he wasn't careful she might climax prematurely. He had a very specific moment he saved it for. It'd be a shame to blow the whistle too soon, so he turned the vibrator all the way down, leaving it on standby.

As his three friends came over the first guy sat down right next to Lisa. They introduced themselves one after another. Travis, Otis, Bubba and Bret. Could it get any more stereotypical white trash than this..? Travis was already seated to her right, and Bubba sat down on her left. Bret and Otis remained standing in front of her, leaving her no room to escape. Lisa was so embarrassed she just wanted to wither and die right then and there. No such relief though, she just kept wiggling and pumping her butt on the dildo, riding on the edge of release. "You're one freaky slag, you know that?" Otis laughed as he said it. To think she'd be called these demeaning things by guys like this would've been unimaginable three days ago, relative to Jim's life at least.

"I'm a nasty bitch, and I love it!" She didn't actually. Not to this degree, but she had to play the part. She had to follow the direction these guys wanted to take it. "And that's why I wanted to ask you studs, what would you change about me?"

"Ahah, I'm sorry, what? Change? Is this some kind weird fetish thing?" Bret asked and laughed, looking at his boys for approval. They all began laughing at the poor goth who was already devastatingly embarrassed. "Yea, you could say that. I like to.." She paused, trying to come up with a plausible explanation that would still lead them on the right track. "I like to photoshop myself and upload the images online. I also write erotica explaining my transformation. It turns me on soooo much!" She added. As she said that last part there was a certain element of truth to it, important to any well tailored lie. "That's some weird ass kink, I'm not one to judge though" Lisa couldn't help but think "Well thanks for understanding Travis, though you literally just judged me in that very sentence". "Well, if we could change anything, perhaps we could.." Travis looked around at the guys grinning like a moron. They'd all struck gold when they stumbled across this mess.