A new story entitled Dropped Off

Mommy dropped me of at the park in the central part of town one early afternoon. The traffic buzzed around me in all directions as people walked by on the sidewalk surrounding the small park. I was dressed in a pair of baby blue short shorts that were very tight and trimmed in lace with a white bow on either side. My top was also trimmed in lace and although it had a high neckline it was also quite tight. My excited nipples protruded noticeably, but not nearly as noticeable as my harnessed erect little penis. Having had no release for over a month and heavily dosed with Viagra I was rock hard and pointing almost straight out. My pulsing sexual arousal was excruciatingly embarrassing and completely beyond my control. Within the harness was a small egg vibrator secured just under the head that was set to a timer tucked under my belt. Every 15 minute it would begin to hum and stiffen my swollen little manhood amplifying the constant buzzing of a huge vibrating plug wedged deep in my bottom. Thankfully the vibrating egg up front would stop just before an explosion that would have left a very noticeable wet spot on the front of my tiny skin tight shorts. There was however a growing tell tale sigh of leakage as if I had wet myself, something I could do nothing about. Shifting my weight from one leg to another I kept my knees close together as instructed, one slightly bent in a most effeminate stance. My shoes were shinny red with a pink bow on each and they only accentuated my movement and predicament. Alone in the park dressed in the tightest frilliest sissy clothes, hormones cursing through my body, excited beyond belief and on display for all to see. In addition Mommy had taken a hollowed out raw egg shell and injected it full of her urine. Stuffed in my mouth it made it impossible for me to speak as the pungent salty fluid slowly leaked out and down my throat. My face was framed in tight curls and heavily made up. The extra mascara that Mommy had put at the corners of my eyes began to run down my face as my eyes filled with tears of embarrassment and pleasurable delirium. To some this would seem torture but being the author of this little fantasy no sympathy should be extended by the reader. The taste, helplessness and being on display were all simply part of how I was left awaiting my Auntie who was to pick me up that afternoon, and I was loving every minute of it.