The Embarrassing Public Masturbation Display a Goddess Requires

His Secret Desire to Serve Me

I first overheard his confession accidentally. While struggling to be heard over the din of the crowded coffee shop, he leaned across the table and spoke loudly. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room, and I heard him say a little too loudly, “I’d do anything to please Bettie. I would love to serve her.” Consequently, I decided to test the depth of his devotion. So I walked up to his table and told him that if he’s serious, I would reward him. He eagerly agreed. Then I told him he would prove himself with an act of embarrassing public masturbation. Unsurprisingly, he agreed.

The next day, we reconvened in the busy downtown section of our city as planned. I gave him a Bluetooth earpiece and very specific instructions. “You’re going to the plaza over there. At the stroke of noon, you will stroke your cock for me. But first, write on your chest, in permanent marker, ‘I am forever devoted to Goddess Bettie,’” As his face flushed bright red, he gulped nervously. Nevertheless, his trembling hand took the earpiece from me. I continued, “You will obey every command I give you to prove your loyalty to me. Do you understand?” He nodded emphatically in agreement.

Preparing for his Embarrassing Public Masturbation

After our briefing, he went into the bathroom to write his declaration of devotion on his chest. I sat on a bench across the plaza, the perfect vantage point to watch his performance. The lunchtime crowd was out in full effect, a churning sea of suits and shopping bags.

Suddenly, he emerged from the bathroom and walked to the center of the plaza. As he climbed onto an elevated planter in the center of the plaza, a few curious onlookers watched him clumsily fumble with his belt. Finally, his cock sprang free into the warm, open air at half mast. The first gasps rippled through the crowd. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, prompting a hundred phones to emerge, capturing his embarrassing public masturbation.

Directing his Embarrassing Public Masturbation

My voice was a cool, direct stream in his ear through the connected earpiece. “Start slow. Just your fingertips. Tease the head.”

Despite his obvious nervousness, he obeyed. His fingers traced his engorged cock head, a bead of pre-cum already glistening on the tip.“Now take your whole hand. A loose grip. Stroke from the base of your cock to the tip. Slowly. Long, deep strokes.”

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft. His eyes were squeezed shut, but I commanded him to open them. “Look at the people watching you humiliate yourself. And you’re doing this all for me.”

His eyes flew open, and he scanned the horrified, yet fascinated faces with a mixture of terror and intense arousal. But the shame of it and the utter vulnerability of his nudity in a sea of clothed people made his cock jump in his hand. This embarrassing public masturbation was for me, and simply knowing this was like a drug for us both. And I wanted more.

His Obedience is My Pleasure

“Faster now. Fuck your whole fist. Think about why you’re doing this. Your obedience is my pleasure.”

As if on cue, his arm began to piston his cock. The slick, wet sounds of his self-pleasure were audible due to the silence. His hips thrust forward, fucking his own hand. Without a doubt, his chest with its damning declaration of devotion scrawled in black Sharpie to this mysterious”Bettie”, was social media viral- worthy.

“May I cum, Goddess Bettie?!” he choked out, quietly. I pretended I didn’t hear him, only because I wanted to hear him repeat his begging. After all, I wanted everyone to hear his confession. The embarrassing public masturbation is simply a torturous, exquisite display of my control over him.“Please let me cum for you, Goddess Bettie,” he whimpered, the desperation dripping from his voice, like the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. ” As I considered his request, I let the crowd finish taking videos and photos. Without a doubt, this public display of devotion was as hot as animalistic sex during pregnancy.

From the devoted words on his chest to his naked and utterly exposed body, I watched the masterpiece of my creation. The embarrassing public masturbation was complete. All that was left was the finale.

“Yes,” I said. “Cum for me. Prove your devotion.” Cum shot up like a geyser, arcing over the concrete in front of the stunned onlookers. He convulsed, his hand working him through every last convulsion, until he milked every drop out.

That was his first day of serving me. Now, are you ready to serve your Japanese goddess and have the best Asian phone sex?