Public Humiliation and Cum Eating Fun – Part 1

I’ve let you know I’m in the mood for some erotic humiliation, and that alone is enough to send a shivery mixture of anticipation and apprehension coursing through your veins. After all, one never knows what that might entail, does one?

Your cheeks burn with shame as you see the outfit that I’ve laid out for the evening’s feminization. You know that the little plaid skirt that I’ve selected will barely cover the cheeks of your ass, and it is clear to you that for the purposes of this night that the inner tramp in you will be put to use. Your thoughts work furiously as you pull on your white cotton panties, white knee socks, and slip into your black patent leather Mary Janes. What could I have in mind?

You purse your lips to hold in a mortified moan as you see the little half shirt that is waiting. It will leave your tummy fully exposed, and your D cup breast forms will jut out from it. With trembling hands, you slip it on, noting that I have not laid out a bra for you. Hearing me call your name, you quickly put on the blond pigtailed wig that awaits you, and do a quick check of the makeup that you were instructed to put on earlier. “More gloss”, you think to yourself. “She will want more lip gloss”, and you hurriedly apply another coat.

The car is waiting and it cuts through the night, while I chat with the driver, and essentially ignore you. He pulls up in front of a swank restaurant, and you cringe inside at the mere notion of having to get out in front of the elegantly dressed people. But you do it anyway, knowing full well that to protest simply means that another will take your place as my play toy for the night. And that is the last thing that you want.

Because you crave me. Under the layer of reedy anxiety pulses the need to do exactly what I say. You know that you’ll acquiesce, for you are bound to me with invisible chains. You know that mistress always wins, don’t you, pet?

Public Humiliation and Cum Eating Fun – Part 2

The driver opens your door, and you walk behind the car and to my door, to await my exit. He opens it, and offers his arm to assist me out of the vehicle. As the interior of the car was dark, this is the first clear look that you’ve gotten of me, and even though you are filled with trepidation about what is going to happen this night, you feel a swell of pride as you look at me. You can’t believe your good fortune in having your sissy training conducted by me.

I give a nod to the driver, and he takes a pink leather collar out of his pocket, hands it to me, then lifts your pigtails out of the way. You can smell the intoxicating scent of my perfume as I stand close to you, placing the collar around your neck, and snapping it into place. I then affix a leash to it, and your face flames with shame as I turn without a word and lead you down the sidewalk to the restaurant entrance.

Shamed or not, you can’t help but take in the sway of my hips under my floor length, form fitting black velvet gown. The side slit allows glimpses of my tanned legs scissoring as I walk, and that sight alone is enough to cause your cock to stir a little, as in addition to all your other kinks, you have a leg fetish. Your thoughts momentarily start to drift slightly as you think with longing on the last time that I granted you a body worship session. The mere thought of that is exciting and distracting enough to cause you to stumble a little in your Mary Janes.

A tug on your leash snaps your attention back to the present, and you see that am looking at you over my shoulder, my expertly made up eyes slightly narrowed. “Find your focus! Do you want to be sent back to the car?”

“Oh, no, Mistress! Please no! I’ll focus! I promise!” You look at me with beseeching eyes, for no matter what I have planned for you, no matter how much of a challenge it may be, no matter the humiliation that you know is coming, you want nothing more in the world than to follow me into that restaurant as my leashed slut.

Assessing blue eyes sweep over you, then I silently turn and lead you the last few yards to the restaurant door. The driver quickly hurries to open it for me, and I stand poised at the opening, ready to lead you in.

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