The warmth of the sun hit me after such a long time in the dark and dirty recesses of Master S's world.
The fact I was wearing heavy duty rubber panties and bra became all too apparent as I started to perspire, not that I could take my hoodie off in the area I was about to walk through and with what I was wearing under my shirt.
I started to walk on my still slightly wobbly legs, the after effects of the poppers apparent and Master S's drugs and the ecstasy he'd fed me were still in my system, keeping me totally hard and turned on.
With each step the tight rubber crotch of the panties was rubbing firmly on my sensitive clit head, keeping it erect even in its confinement.
The plug had opened wide inside my pussy and the big nodules on the front were indeed rubbing on my prostate as I took each step, the feeling was amazing. That combined with my clit and the nipple clamps under the tight rubber bra, meant I was being overly stimulated with each and every step. It was overwhelming, but I had to get back to the hotel to get out of the locked clothes I was in, to sleep and recover in time for my phone call to family, but more than anything to get my next feed of Master's cum.
I realized that I was hungry, of course all I'd been fed was protein, although a hell of a lot of it. Even though that was the case, I didn't crave a burger or a steak, I needed Masters cum, to taste it sliding down my throat, I looked into the bag at the full locked bottle of his cum, it was a good half pint and I knew once it was open with the key I would find in my room, I would consume it ravenously. I even wondered if I could break the bottle to get my feed now, but worried I would lose some of the precious Gods ambrosia.
So I couldn't eat and I needed to, I couldn't drink piss and I wanted to, but the Tenderloin was no place to look for that sustenance. The other thing I needed now was poppers, thankfully Master had given me 6 bottles.
The worry was that opening a bottle of poppers in the open is quite obvious to those in the know and I figured this area was one where many people would know what I was doing. The paranoia I was feeling was pretty understandable bearing in mind the drugs coursing through my system.
The sensory overload of the nipple clamps, taste of cum in my throat, the plug, the tight rubber panties all took my focus, but the absolute hunger to be fed, dominated them all, I needed something. That need and hunger had been programmed into me, I had no choice over it.
I had to have poppers, Master had told me that I would need them and now I needed them in my hand just to get home. I carefully took one bottle out of the bag and tried surreptitiously to take the wrapper off the top, whilst concentrating on walking on a straight line and not falling over. I was concentrating on not walking too bow legged and give away the fact I had a huge plug in my pussy.
It was hard, but once the wrapper was off I was so desperate, I had to sniff and sniff hard. I held the bottle in my right fist and unscrewed the top whilst it was in the one hand, I was after all quite practiced at this. Then I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me, no one seemed to be.
I slowed my walk down and lifted the bottle to my right nostril, emptying my lungs as much as I could. Then closing my left nostril with my index finger and holding the full, fresh bottle tight against my right nostril and breathing in for as long as I could to completely fill my lungs with popper soaked air.
I held my breath and walked ten steps, then exhaled. The hit was massive, even after everything I'd taken, it was huge, I could feel every part of my body, and loved all the sensations as I thought of Master clipping the clamps on, stuffing my pussy with the plug and locking me into my bitch costume.
Fuck I was as high as a kite, I felt wonderfully dirty and needed more, but I was after all out in the open and in the Tenderloin. If only some of these down and outs knew what I was wearing under my clothes, I'd be taken into a back alley and used as a convenience and fuckpig. Shit maybe that was Master's aim, surely not, he wanted to whore me out not give me away for free.
I started to walk faster, keen to get to my safe room and be on cam for my Master. Each little while I'd top up my poppers and finally I was through the Tenderloin and heading to the Castro District after 20 minutes or so. Not that I had much of an idea how long it had been at the time.
Just concentrating on walking was so hard now after a couple of miles, my nipples were on fire, I needed to piss and to shit. To get the plug out and these rubber panties off and let my foreskin go back over my clit head. The only way I kept going was to consume more and more poppers to keep my slut juice topped up.
The incessant rubbing of the nodules of the plug finally got to me and as I crossed a rainbow road crossing into the Castro District and saw a rainbow flag in front of me, the small wave of an orgasm washed over me and I came, my slut juice filling my thick rubber panties. The slutty aroma escaping bit by bit as I staggered along, I was breathing it in as though it were perfume.
I relaxed a little, now I was nearing home and sniffing here was less likely to get me in trouble.
I took more poppers on board, but the need to piss and the hunger for cum was growing so much, I thought about entering a gay bar I passed, but Master had ordered me back to the hotel so I had to do that.
Finally I walked onto the street of the hotel, a few more hits of my slut juice and one final one as I walked up the steps to the hotel. Thank God I was back, now where would the keys I needed be.
I walked to the front desk and before I could speak the beautiful girl behind the desk said.
"Ahh Mr Johnson, how lovely too see you, we heard you were having a lovely time in our fair city, here's your door key and we've dropped a note on your bed from a well-wisher. You must be tired after your trip."
Shit what did she know, how could she know, bloody hell what was I supposed to do now, bluff...
I read her name tag "Thanks for that Melinda, yes I am tired I'm off for some much needed sleep."
She was truly stunning, dark haired, tall, beautifully proportioned tits just stretching her jersey a little and the nipples playfully poking out, she looked slightly flushed and turned on. In fact I thought she had that just been fucked look, all could think of was if she had maybe her pussy would be full of some man's cum I could eat. What a fucking cum slut I had become, how low could I go.
"If you need any help getting out of anything please do ring down for me, or if you prefer I can send one of the strong young men up. They'll be able to look after you in full."
There was I thinking the weirdness would end when I got to the hotel, then it dawned on me.
Master S and Steve had been on my phone, the hotel bookings, my business meetings for the next two weeks, everything was on there. They knew every detail of my trip, where I would go, the hotels I would stay in and who I'd see on business. What had my horniness got me into?
He had complete control of my life and Melinda was obviously in on something, she knew what I'd been doing it seemed. That was the only explanation I could think of to explain her innuendo.
She was beautiful though and the thought of her seeing me in my kinky outfit was actually turning me on. Somehow more humiliating her being a beautiful woman after all those men had fucked and pissed on and in me.
"Thanks Melinda, if I need help I'll definitely ring just for you." I couldn't help but flirt in the state of horniness I was in.
"I'll look forward to your call then Mr Johnson or should I call you???" she left the comment hanging making me wonder if she had been going to say, Pete or pig.
I walked across the lobby aware of her eyes watching my every ginger poppered step, I walked with my wide footed unsteady gait, she must be aware of what I had become.
