Fairground Fantasy Writing

The sights and sounds of the fairground usually set my sights racing.
The colour, the noise, the people and that unique smell that shoves you straight into long ago childhood memories. Screams, jingles and bells all around, and all I can think of, is the man who is standing so close to me, controlling me in so many different ways.
My sight is on the approaching crowd but my sense of smell ignores the candyfloss and freshly baked donuts, and focuses on the unique smell of leather, smoke, and male, my male, that is surrounding me.
My sense of touch is focused on the feel of the cold breeze, every time I take a step it brushes past my ever increasing wet thighs. Due to a pussy pelmet skirt and an order to abstain from panties, my hot and swollen labia is oh so vulnerable. To the gusts that arrive every time my leg takes a stride forward and pushes open the protective covering of the loaned trench coat.
Left to my own devices I would have shortened my step to avoid having to part its long lengths but the hot hand at the small of my back keeps me at a pace, just enough to tease, but not enough to properly flash goers by.
My thoughts are filled with trying to keep the plug, 'kindly' lubed up for me earlier and fed in anally, from sliding out.
Fighting with that is the sensation that, due to a heavy sweater and no bra, each step also moves the nipple clamps, pushes and wiggles them, creating flashes of pain amongst the ever present ache that swirl downwards to clench my stomach and increase the wetness that the breeze is having so much fun with.
Mostly though, my mind and senses are on him, my Master, the one who has created this scenario, is leading me through it, who is my magnetic north for all my thoughts, feelings, and who directs my pain and my pleasure.
With my hands bound at the small of my back, hidden by his draped coat, I cannot help but rely on him to support me. I have to trust him and so I breath through all the sensations and reach for him as he taught me. Leaning against him as he guides me through.
Trusting in me that I will succeed, comply and above all, submit.