I met a french slave for my new semi-public scenario recently. As we strolled along the majestic waterfront, we found a comparatively quiet spot with beautiful shades to rest, away from the prying eyes of the busy tourists that filled the area. Sensing his vulnerability, I took swift action to conceal his identity by placing multiple pairs of socks in his mouth and equipping him with a surgical facemask.
But that was only the beginning. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I unzipped his crotch and covered it with his jacket, creating a cloak of secrecy around our illicit adventure. My right hand danced beneath the fabric, teasing and tantalizing him as he was begging me for a release.
The heat of the summer day only intensified our forbidden desires, as we basked in the thrill of our clandestine encounter. The slave's pleas for an orgasm echoed in the air, heightening the tension between us as we dared to indulge in our darkest fantasies. We relish in the exhilarating thrill of being so brazen in public.
As the sun set over the glittering skyline of Shanghai, we were left breathless and exhilarated by the forbidden encounter that had unfolded on the hallowed grounds of the Bund. And though our paths may never cross again, the memory of that steamy summer day would forever linger in the recesses of our minds, a tantalizing reminder of the passion and excitement that had ignited between us.