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.     

Truffled Mac & Cheese Flung onto the Sidewalk

At the conclusion of a three-day period of making me find my meals in trashcans (see here), Mistress Alice checked in with me.  Because she is a humanitarian at heart, Mistress Alice informed me that she was meeting a man for dinner tonight, they planned to eat outside, and she would be willing to throw me some scraps of food if I came by. 

While I had already scavenged a pretty nice meal for myself, I readily agreed to Mistress Alice's generous offer.  Mistress Alice and her date were eating at a romantic restaurant just east of Union Square in Manhattan.  They were taking advantage of the unseasonably warm October night to dine al fresco at one of three small tables adjacent to the sidewalk. 

I took the train to Union Square, walked by the restaurant and made eye contact with Mistress Alice, and loitered for a moment on the sidewalk near her table.  Without a word, Mistress Alice flung some of the truffled mac and cheese from her plate on to the sidewalk in front of me.  I quickly scrabbled over to the food, picked it off the ground, and ate it with my fingers.  It was creamy and delicious.  

Mistress Alice then threw another spoonful of the pasta at me, as well as a piece of bread.  I again got down on my knees, picked the pasta off the sidewalk with my fingers and jammed it in my mouth.  It was the type of mac and cheese with large pieces of pasta, so it was easy to pick up and eat with my fingers.  (I later learned that Mistress Alice had specifically selected that entree for ease of throwing to me, rejecting short ribs as too messy and risotto as too small to pick up by hand, so I know how thoughtful she is.)  I got so much food in my mouth I needed to stand a few feet away and chew my food for a minute.

It is hard to explain just how much I adored this.  Part of it was the deep humiliation of being thrown scraps of food on a busy Manhattan street while my Mistress enjoyed a wonderful meal seated at the table.  But more than anything it was the expression on Mistress Alice's face as she threw the food at me:  both gleeful and disdainful at the same time; a powerful combination of sadism, irony, and humor.  

Once I had finished chewing the food, I thanked Mistress Alice profusely and walked away to let her continue her meal with only a minimal interruption.  As I walked back to the subway, I ate the bread that she had thrown and thought about how lucky I am.                

I Eat Garbage For Three Days to Learn a Valuable Lesson

I was careless with Mistress Alice's money.

On Saturday night, I was horny after about three weeks in chastity and I whined a little to Mistress Alice.  She graciously gave me permission to "get my rocks off" as long as I did it on Chaturbate where some other guys could watch me.  I did so, but unfortunately while I was on that site I fell into some old, bad habits (of spending money on cam girls) and I spent $225 in tips to other women and transwomen as I masturbated on Saturday night and early Sunday morning (before re-affixing the chastity device on Sunday).

Foolishly spending that money meant that I had only $2 left from my weekly allowance as of Monday morning, with my payday not until Thursday.  On Monday, when I told Mistress Alice what had happened, she told me I needed to face real discipline.

She informed me that I was allowed to eat only food I found on the street or in garbage cans until my payday on Thursday.  And so began my three days of garbage scavenging in which I did not spend a single dime on food or on any other expense.  Here's what I ate:

Monday

It took some looking but at lunch time I went through multiple garbage cans in a nearby subway station and I found a small bit of thrown away Chick-fil-A sandwich that I had for my lunch in my fancy Manhattan law office.

Monday (10/16/17) - Lunch

Remnants of a Chik-fil-A sandwich from a garbage can in 

47th-50th St. Rockefeller Center subway station

For dinner I got lucky to find several items out in plain sight on my commute home from work, which I grabbed and added to my bag:

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner
Abandoned McDonald's bag and leftover vegetable soup.
Both found in 50th St. subway station

And once back in Brooklyn Heights, I went through a few more garbage cans looking for dessert:

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner, Dessert #1
Discarded apple found in trashcan outside the student dorm
on Clark Street, Brooklyn Heights

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner, Dessert #2
Crumbs from a gingerbead cake
found in my neighbor's garbage can.

Monday (10/16/17) - Dinner
The full feast once it had been plated.

My experience the first day showed me that I would not starve -- at least in a garbage-plentiful spot like midtown Manhattan -- but that it did take some dedication to look in numerous garbage cans and even rummage around in them to find something useful.  Moreover, I learned my lesson as I ate the cold fries and soup and went to bed a little hungry. 

Tuesday

I got lucky the next morning and found a uneaten half of a breakfast sandwich in the small urban park right near my office building.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Breakfast
Sausage, egg & cheese sandwich and the trash can I found it in.

At lunch time I got smart and searched the garbage cans in a little food court area in the underground concourse at Rockefeller Center.  A note to freegans, the homeless or others:   the discarded food is relatively plentiful there (and the garbage cans are relatively low, making them easier to retrieve things from for a short slave, compared to the high-topped subway and street trash cans).  I found a half bagel sandwich as well as some crackers I saved for dinner.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Lunch
Salmon, cream cheese & tomato on a bagel,
from Rockefeller Center concourse garbage can

After work, I had less luck, so I made a dinner out of the unopened bag of Hale & Hearty soup crackers I found at lunch time and went to bed a little hungry.

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Dinner
Hale & Hearty Soup Crackers from
Rockefeller Center concourse garbage can

Tuesday (10/17/17) - Dinner
Neatly plated.

Wednesday

On Wednesday morning I went back to the Rockefeller Center food court area and found the destroyed remains of another breakfast sandwich.

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Breakfast
Egg & bagel sandwich remnants from Rockefeller Center trash can.

For lunch, I hit the trash cans at an Au Bon Pain near my office and an adjacent urban park.  There was definitely a risk that one of my co-workers could have seen me retrieving food from the trash, but a slave needs to eat. What I found was a medley:

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Lunch
Small crumbs from a chicken sandwich from Toasties;
an eighth of a yummy chocolate muffin from Au Bon Pain
and some vegan artificial butter

For my final meal, I went back to that same park and hit the jackpot.  A large portion of food from the Halal Guys food truck, with an unopened packet of white sauce (delicious, although the pita was soggy) and a decent quantity of Chinese food.

Wednesday (10/18/17) - Dinner
Chicken, lettuce, rice & pita from Halal Guys
plus chicken & vegetables from Chinese restaurant

I learned a lot in these three days.  First, I learned that it is quite a bit of work but I could probably survive as a freegan in New York City (although I might be lacking in fresh vegetables).  Second, I learned a little bit more about how far I would go to humiliate myself for Mistress Alice.  Finally, and most importantly, I learned a valuable lesson about the importance of obeying Mistress Alice and being careful with her money and not returning to my old habits.

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 Gets to Attend Mistress Alice's Friend's Birthday Party

Alleycat, the Birthday Girl, in the Ball Pit

Mistress Alice is really too good to me at times.  I've been having an incredibly busy few weeks at work and have fallen behind in my service tasks and other tasks for her.  But. nonetheless, when I was finally finishing up several big projects, Mistress Alice invited me to attend the birthday party of her friend ("Alleycat") with her.

I had a fantastic time, first at dinner at Sushi Samba, and then at a crazy private apartment in Manhattan that had a permanent ball pit installed in one room.  I wore plastic cat ears like one of the girls, but split the dinner bill like one of the few guys in attendance. 

Mistress Alice documents the Ball Pit activities

Unfortunately I couldn't stay late because I was tired from a crazy week at work but I was honored to join Mistress Alice at this fun celebration.

Party Supplies

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.