Sucking the Cum Out of a Used Condom in Public at the Grand Central Oyster Bar

The Oyster Bar in Grand Central Terminal

Last night, I saw Mistress Alice for the first time in more than three weeks, following her European tour.  We met in the Oyster Bar at Grand Central for a drink and a few oysters before taking the train to Connecticut for an evening of outdoor Shakespeare.  She looked amazing, as always, in a black dress and her tall, handsome, somewhat intimidating (shaved head, generally quiet) friend PH was with her.  

Used Condom in Plastic Baggie, Waiting to Be Drunk by Me 

Within two minutes of my sitting down to join them, she passed me a plastic baggie with a full, juicy condom from her previous night's encounter and told me to enjoy it.

The condom was tied off, so rather than trying to untie it in public, I bit off the tip and then squeezed the stranger's man juice directly into my eager mouth, like eating frosting directly from a plastic fast-food serving packet, pushing down the salty, viscous liquid in the condom until it hit my tongue.  I was in a relatively exposed location in the Oyster Bar and I think a wholesome tourist family looking to be seated saw me, but I have no idea if they understood what was happening.

After that, another friend of mine joined us, and we all went up to Connecticut to see an outdoor Shakespeare event I had foolishly bid on in a charity auction and won tickets for.  The exciting thing here is that my mom (73 and completely in the dark about my submissive life, AFAIK) joined us for the play and thus met Mistress Alice for the first time.

That happened, although because of the set up of the event (we were seated in chairs in a row), my mom didn't have too much direct conversation with Mistress Alice during the evening, but it all went off quite fine and it was a beautiful evening to be outdoors.

While waiting for the train to return to New York, I gave Mistress Alice her Father's Day presents, including a greeting card for a Daddy from her daughter and t-shirt saying "Daddy."  Overall, a fun and wholesome night.     

Mistress Alice's Lust Diary - June 2 - Training Slavegirl Mary at a Berlin Hotel

Slavegirl Mary, written on by Mistress Alice

This is part of a series for the month of June 2018, celebrating lust, in which Mistress Alice recounts her sexual adventures in detail for me while I am locked in chastity and I pay her generously for her promiscuity.  Details are here. In contrast to the rest of this blog, these posts are in the words of Mistress Alice (lightly edited from her emails) with my additions and reward calculations in italics. 

Saturday June 2, 25hours Hotel Bikini Berlin, morning and afternoon. 

I jerked off two times, both times using my lil' egg vibrator.  One time I don't remember the stimulus, the other is too shameful and I refuse to disclose it.  [$80, $40 for each masturbation to orgasm] 

Saturday June 2, 25hours Hotel Bikini Berlin, evening. 

[Aleks is a very tall, thin, attractive Berliner, something of a goth and in the music industry.  Mistress Alice had met when him when we traveled there together in November 2017 and they had good sexual chemistry and hooked up repeatedly on that trip including inches away from me at the Kit Kat Club.  Mary is Aleks's girlfriend, a legal intern who is apparently somewhat submissive.] 

Aleks and Mary came over to my hotel where we all had a few drinks and took our ecstasy pills. Mary was very sweet, very beautiful, and much better at English than I had expected, which was a pleasant surprise. After we were all comfortable, I began making out with Aleks and Mary seemed very turned on by it.  Aleks and I told her to  strip for us and continued making out with each other. [$90, $50 for first encounter with Aleks in Lust Month, $40 for making out] 

Eventually I also kissed Mary, which turned into a a pretty long and passionate make out session. Once I pulled away she squeaked with joy and revealed to me that I had been the first girl she's ever kissed. This excited me, so I began stimulating her pussy and nipples pretty mercilessly, loving the dramatic reaction I was getting from her. We then inserted the buttplug I had purchased for her earlier in the day, and Alex went inside of her and fucked her just before she would’ve come. [$240, $200 for first encounter with Mary ever, $40 for making out/fondling] 

Then Aleks entered me and we boned for a bit, after telling Mary she was to lay to the side, not allowed to masturbate as she watched. She sat on the hammock adjacent to my hotel bed biting her lip and focusing on our every movement. I went back to stimulating her, while Alex distracted her up above and she forgot the rule we had previously given her and had an orgasm. [$100 for intercourse with Aleks]

Mistress Alice and Slavegirl Mary

At this point, we blindfolded Mary, gagged her with her own panties, and I laid her down on the bed and began writing some fun little slurs on her body (“slut”, “pet”, “Mistress Alice’s Pet”, and “Owned anal toy”), then “Ask Mistress to watch me masturbate” on her back. We traced each of the words with my fingernail and calculated all the letters she had missed or fucked up, each punishable by 10 floggings. She was scared to receive her first bit of corporal punishment, but thoroughly enjoyed it.  After this, I playfully wrote “Charlotte Sartre is my Dom” on her ass and I joked about sending it to her, which I eventually did as the ecstasy kicked in. [In turn, Charlotte Sartre posted the photo on her Twitter for all her fans to enjoy.]

We also engaged in some very fun public play, dressing Mary up in a very short American Apparel dress of mine with no panties, and bringing her up to the rooftop bar of the hotel where we fingered her to the point of orgasm.  [$80, $40 for fingering, $40 for causing Mary's orgasm] 

We were also on the ledge of the wrap-around balcony, right next to where plants served as a divider for the employee/smoking lounge for all the bar and hotel employees. I was dressed for the Kit Kat,and Mary is rather quiet- so I can only assume that at least a few of the smoking employees had some idea of what was going on. One of them enthusiastically complimented my outfit as soon as I walked into the very busy bar, so I’m unsure as to whether they would’ve enjoyed knowing something fun was happening or would’ve been offended by it. 

At that point it was well after midnight and we called an Uber and headed to the famous Kit Kit Club . . .


Daily Summary:  Mistress Alice enjoyed 2 orgasms, caused 1 orgasm. 
Total Reward for Day:  $510 
Running Total for Lust Month: $1,250

Public Humiliation By Venmo

Venmo is a great, easy-to-use, and cost-free person-to-person money transfer app.  But in my "vanilla" life I've never much understood the "social media" aspect of the app.  However, under Mistress Alice's tutelage, I have come to savor the possibilities for public humiliation and public exposure of my financial submission that it allows.

By way of background for those who may not be familiar with the app (it is currently available only for use in the U.S.), a Venmo user connects his or her bank account to the app and then can make cost-free transfers of cash to other users.  The main use that Venmo's marketing seems aimed at is small person-to-person cash transfers, such as reimbursing a friend for a shared meal or taxi ride, or splitting utility or rent costs with a roommate.  Each transaction includes a description of the reason for the payment in text or emoji (such as a taxi, Chinese takeout container, etc.) and can be set to be visible to the "public," to only your "friends" on the app, or "private" (just visible to participants in the transaction).  Only the description of the transaction but not the amount of the transfer is made visible to non-participants.  Other users can then "like" the transaction as in Instagram.

As mentioned above, I never saw the desirability of publicly blogging one's mundane cash transfers in vanilla life.  But egged on by Mistress Alice (and encouraged by the fact that I don't use Venmo with my family or co-workers, only with younger NYC friends), I have started using "public" Venmo transactions as a form of self-humiliation and to reveal to some degree my financial submissive tendencies.

While I have continued to keep my weekly tribute payments to Mistress Alice "private," I have made a number of publicly visible transfers to Mistress Alice by Venmo over the last few months.  A sampling includes the transaction shown at the top and the following:

At Mistress Alice's command, going forward, I will be required to pay $40 for every orgasm I have and the payments must be made by public Venmo payment so that all her friends can read and enjoy them.

Slavid is a Pathetic Little Gnome

A photo from Mistress Alice's friend's birthday party.  Slavid is so short and pathetic it makes hot women smile.

Walking the Streets of Brooklyn in Only a Trench Coat and Lingerie

Mistress Alice instructed me to walk to my local coffee shop in Brooklyn on a Sunday morning wearing only lingerie -- a shiny pink camisole and pink lacy panties -- underneath a long London Fog trench coat.

The coffee shop was about four blocks away and I was excited and nervous as I walked down the busy sidewalks of my highly gentrified, family friendly neighborhood.

I was absolutely sure that everyone immediately could see there was something odd about the bare legs beneath my coat and my lack of shirt above and peg me as some as some sort of pervert -- perhaps a flasher, if not a cross-dresser.

But I walked there without incident.  I entered the coffee shop and ordered a coffee as I had been instructed.  To my chagrin, a male barista was on duty, instead of the usual woman who works there, and he gave me only a brief second glance as he served me.

Mistress Alice was sitting and waiting in the coffee shop with a friend.  After I left, they followed me, and a block later, I stepped into an alley where I opened my coat and showed my sissy pink cami to Mistress Alice and her friend and she recorded a video.  She laughed her wonderful laugh as a family approached and I had to scramble to cover myself.

Just another fun day of service to Mistress Alice.

The Flasher at the Coffee Shop

A fun Saturday evening was coming to a close, at least for me. Anne would probably spend more time at the bar with her beautiful friend B, but I could tell that she was ready to dismiss me. As I gave her cash for more drinks and for the taxi back to her hotel, Anne told me that she had an assignment for me.

She look at me sternly and said, "Tomorrow morning, I want you to wear nothing but a pair of pink panties under your winter overcoat and go walk around the block. . . . No, actually, I want you to walk down to your local coffee shop dressed like that and order your morning coffee and bagel."

It had been a very cold weekend and I could Anne relished the idea of exposing me to the elements this way. But that Sunday morning dawned quite a bit warmer than the previous days, so I had no real physical discomfort walking in just my overcoat and panties.