#pubic exposure
[BDSM, femdom, dubious consent, exhibitionism]
I’ve been thinking of a scene where my Domme takes me out to a pub. I’ve got a Lovense HUSH inside me, and she has the remote controls. The moment I get out of the car, the plug is turned on, gently. Having been denied for weeks, at this point, I blush, and meekly follow behind my Domme, unable to look anyone in the eye, or even speak out of fear a moan will come out instead. It’s barely humming, but fuck, I’m just so horny anything can drive me mad. We’re lead inside, and taken to a table. Once I’m left alone with my Domme, I’m finally able to start talking to her.
The waiter comes over to our table, asking what drinks we’d like. I open my mouth to speak, only to hear my Domme already saying “My Pet will have… "I can’t even catch what she buys me. Immediately, my eyes are on the floor. For a moment, my entire world is taken up by a single spot on the floor, barely able to even acknowledge anything else, so consumed by my humiliation, and desire to be invisible. As a result, my heart could only leap as the vibe is suddenly taken up a level, and I’m taken out of my bubble by my Domme sternly asking me "Won’t you?” I look up, seeing two sets of eyes on me. I can’t look at the waiter. I can only mumble a weak “Yes”. Not good enough. “Speak up, Pet.” It was an order, not a request. Her sadism was a dangerous beast, that poor waiter must have felt so awkward, but he had to wait for my order. I have to tell him I’m her pet, just so he can go and do his job. I know she’s not going to make it easy on me, though. Her eyes piercing me from across the table. She looks angry, and I can never really tell with her whether it’s an act. The result tends to be the same, anyway. Regardless, if I don’t make this good enough, she’s just going to keep pushing me until I say what she wants me to. It’s going to happen, no matter what, I can’t resist her, so let’s just fucking get this over with. I take a deep breath, and speak quietly, but clearly enough for the waiter to hear “Yes, Mistress”, enunciating it as plainly as I can. I can’t look at him. My eyes are on the floor again.
I wish I could write about what happens next, but really I had no idea. I don’t know what she ordered me, what she ordered for herself, how long the waiter lingered after I spoke, or even if he replied to what I said… I assumed he didn’t, because when I heard the words “Such a good pet”, suddenly none of it mattered. It doesn’t matter what she ordered, or how much that waiter’s judging me. I’m a good pet. The vibe gets taken up again, and a gasp leaves my lips. Thank fuck it wasn’t a moan, I rationalised to myself, until I heard snickering from a nearby table. I see them in the corner of my eye, pointing at us, giggling to each other. I’m not the only one who noticed them, clearly, as my Domme soon asks me “Do you think they want to play, pet?” My eyes widen. I have no idea who these people are, and there was a very real possibility that “playing” meant a cock in one hole, and a strap in another… Even in the pub, no less. If she decides it, I’ll end up taking that man’s hand, leading him to the bathroom, and sucking his cock like the good little fuckpet I am… Would you believe I’m straight, by the way? Well, I used to say I’m straight. Mistress says sexualities are for people, not slaves. I hate that I can see her logic, that with my cock locked up in chastity, and with me willing to do anything to get out of it… I’m whatever she says I am.
For now, I’m content to leave my silence as an answer, although I don’t have much choice in the matter. My entire existence revolved around waiting for a hole to appear in the floor to swallow me whole, to let me escape from this constant struggle of trying to keep myself under control. “Why don’t we go ask them?” I fucking knew it! My eyes snap up, but before I can reply… Oh, fuck, no! Please tell me that wasn’t a moan that just left my lips… Fuck, that was so loud, you could have heard it at the bar! She turned up the vibrator again. I know what she’s doing. Everytime I challenge her, everytime I say, or do anything than blindly obey, she turns the vibrator up. I can see her smirking. I’ve figured her out, but it’s far too little too late. Her hand is already taking hold of my collar, and pulling me out of the chair. With one of her hands moving to mine, and the other placed on the small of my back, she starts leading me towards the couple. When we get close enough to talk to them, Mistress asks them “Do you two like my Pet?” Suddenly, her hand thumps forward, and I’m shoved a few feet, stumbling to as stop just as I reach the table. I take a deep breath, and look up. Mistress wants them to play with me, and she’ll punish me if they don’t. I’m really hoping they’re not a couple of prudes, because it doesn’t matter whether they want it: If I fail, I get punished. It was unfair, of course, but I knew that when she collared me. She collared me. My beloved Mistress. If she wanted me to play the eager slut, for these two, well…
The vibe turns up again. I was ready for it, this time, atleast. Regardless, she’s already won. I lift my head, looking at them. Trying to put on my most seductive smirk, I say in a sultry tone “Hi… I’m her Pet.” It was the best I could come up with, considering how distracted I was by the vibrator. Little did I know that these two were Mistress’ friends, and that they would definitely be “playing” with me, both in the pub, and all night when I’m taken back to one of their houses. After all, I’m a Pet.
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A thank you to @stickers-on-bruises for inspiring me to write this, I hope you enjoy this!
Now that I’m finally back living on my own, and having the freedom to explore BDSM a lot more, I hope to be engaging with this blog again.
