Public Worship: Outdoor Submission for All to Witness

Out here, in the open, where everyone can see what a disgrace you’ve become. do you feel their eyes on you? the sneers, the laughter, the disgust? good. that’s where you belong—beneath me, beneath everyone, groveling in public like the worthless slave you are. kiss my boots. press your lips to the dirt-covered leather while strangers watch, judging you for the sniveling embarrassment you’ve always been. your cock is twitching, isn’t it? leaking through your pants because you’re so addicted to this humiliation. you’re a joke, a toy, a walking embarrassment, and i’m going to make sure every single person here knows it.