This is a fantasy I sent to my master back in July.
You tell me to come to one of your shows…
You instruct me to dress in a very low cut shirt, short miniskirt, and tall boots. Hair straight, make-up, bracelets, and a fixed pet tag. At the show there’s a large crowd. We’re having a good time, getting a good buzz rolling, and you wander off to mingle with the crowd while I keep
drinking and talking to other people.
You come back, lean towards me, and very quietly, but firmly, say “Pet, Van. Now.” in my ear just loud enough for me to hear you and no-one else. I go out to the van, led by my master, and climb inside. You place me on my knees between the two front seats, facing the bench in the back. You pull the bandana from your back pocket, and wrap it tightly around my eyes, blindfolding me.
You say “No movement. No sound.” Then you leave.
Time crawls by and all I can do is kneel with my hands in my lap as I listen to the noises outside of the van. Cars going by. People laughing outside of the bar, then keys in the van door. I hear you cough outside the door, then someone is getting in… they sit in front of me.
I hear their zipper come down, but the van door does not close. A hand wraps carefully around my head, into my hair, then pulls my face down on a cock. I know immediately this is not your cock, but I can feel your eyes piercing my skin. I let this cock slide slowly down my throat until my lower lip and tongue can pull on his balls. I stroke, lick, and swallow him over and over, slowly… drawing out every moment, and treating it like it was yours, savoring every little bit.
Finally, I apply a little more pressure, a little more speed. I milk this cock with my mouth like a starving kitten until he explodes and I am gasping for air.
His hand gently pulls me back to a kneeling position, and I feel him get up and leave. The van door closes and I hear two sets of footsteps walk away.
About five minutes later it opens again. You lean down and whisper “good girl” then untie the blindfold. We walk back inside without talking at all, and the show goes on. Throughout the night I look around to see if anyone is looking at me differently, or for any indication of who you had your pet feed from, but find no clues. You look at me from the stage, and I can see that I have made you very happy. 
Tags: anonymous sex, erotica, fantasy
