Supermarket

I was heading to the supermarket downtown to buy food after going to the restroom to wipe away the traces my master had left with some fresh water.

I pushed open the supermarket door, my thighs still trembling, rubbing together with heightened sensitivity. The air conditioning hit my face as I felt a last drop of sweat—or perhaps semen—slide down my inner leg. My fingers tightened on the plastic basket as my master's voice whispered in my skull: "Get some strawberries... and dark chocolate, cucumbers, carrots, eggplants, we're going to play with them."

I approached the fruit aisle, my steps slightly unsteady from the persistent sensation of anal emptiness, worried, scared, but also excited. My invisible master was capable of anything.

My fingers brushed against the glistening strawberries, their smooth, cool surface contrasting with the moist warmth of my skin. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt an unseen presence press against my back, the buttons of my dress opening one by one beneath phantom fingers.

"Choose the hardest ones," the voice whispered in my head as an invisible hand slid beneath my dress to cruelly pinch my hardened nipples.

I selected the firmest strawberries under my master's icy fingers, each touch on their glossy skin rekindling the burning sensation in my tortured nipples. A long, thick cucumber fell into my basket with a thud as an invisible pressure forced my legs apart against the display.

"Bigger," the voice commanded, and my trembling fingers obeyed, choosing a purplish eggplant whose provocative curve slid against my damp palm.

As I leaned over the shelf, I felt his erection lift my dress as he stroked my hair.

"I'll rape you with this eggplant later, but you want me to take you right now in front of witnesses and for you to be treated like a vicious little female dog in heat?"

I realized the question was a trap.

- I am your slave, Master. You decide.

- Good, you understand. Spread your legs.

Bending over the shelf as if to pick up a zucchini, I felt him slide a large carrot into my vagina. The cold, rough carrot was brutally forced between my swollen lips, its blunt end mechanically parting my sensitive flesh. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as the pressure increased, the dried vegetable scraping against my already irritated intimate walls. Around us, the customers continued their shopping, oblivious to the obscene scene unfolding just inches away.

- You'll keep it inside you until we get to your place. If it falls out, I'll punish you.

- But Master, I still have a long way to go. I could never...

- Shut up. That's what makes it fun.

I squeezed my thighs around the carrot, feeling its ridged texture rub against my sensitive walls with every tiny movement. My breath quickened as I continued filling my basket with groceries, each step making my pelvic floor muscles work to hold the vegetable in place. The carrot slipped slightly when I bent down to grab a packet of pasta, its blunt end bumping against my collar with a humiliating pressure.

I felt the carrot slide dangerously as I straightened up, its damp weight threatening to fall between my trembling thighs. A trickle of orange juice ran down my intimate lips, mingling with my secretions as I feverishly clenched my pelvic muscles. My master's voice sneered in my skull as I grabbed a tub of fresh cream with one trembling hand, the other pressed against my stomach as if to contain the intruding object.