Metal show with Mistress
I gave one of my fuck toys a writing exercise. With some intervention and correction on my part…a damn fine piece of femdom humiliation smut was created haha.
This pleased me, bitch…and that’s hard to do. I hope you feel exposed. Someone is going to get off aspiring to be as pathetic as you are, you fucking loser haha
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My beautiful mistress was kind enough to take me to a metal show so that we could enjoy one of our shared interests: loud, angry, aggressive music. Of course since I am such a pathetic submissive bitch, my goddess spent days taunting me about the ways that she might abuse me in front of everyone. It made me feel so excited to obsess about what might happen at this show under my Mistress’s cruel direction. By the day of the show, she had mind-fucked me so hard that I was buzzing with excitement. I needed this chance. An opportunity to exhibit the dedication and shameless servitude that a queen like her deserves.
Humiliation began with my outfit. Mistress made me dress for the show in front of her. I was shocked that instead of picking for me she was generous enough to let me select my own clothes. Of course, I chose the dumbass uniform that most stupid dudes select for a metal show, jeans and a band t-shirt. I dressed in front of her nervously, knowing that this was probably not the right answer. She looks me up and down and says “this is definitely missing something, take off your pants and don’t look at me”. When she finally slaps my face to prompt me to look at her beautiful face I see her smiling wickedly, holding up a tiny pink thong. She pulled the panties tight against my junk and put my pants on for me like a child. She wouldn’t even allow me to tighten my belt enough to cover up the pink material sticking out of the back of my pants.
Mistress also made up my face with a light foundation, dark lipstick and very heavy eyeliner. I did not look like the cock sucking whore she sometimes dresses me as, but definitely appeared more feminine, which is plenty humiliating when surrounded by so much testosterone. Once we arrived at the venue I was instructed to carry mistress’s purse for the entire evening. I pleaded and whined like a little bitch, begging her to leave it in the car. But instead of her taking mercy on me, I was stunned by another quick hard slap across the face. “I want my things close by bitch, now carry my purse like a good little doggie or I’ll make you wait with it in the car while I enjoy the show”. There were a few people hanging out nearby during this exchange. I thought I heard a few snickers but maybe it was my overactive submissive imagination.
Once we got in the venue I was instructed to go buy mistress a jack & coke. It was plenty humiliating standing in line with her bulky purse on my arm. I wanted to drink too, but she forbade it, saying alcohol made me act like a disobedient retard, and she wanted my undivided attention tonight. As we waited for the show to begin, mistress chatted friendly with anyone in her vicinity, completely ignoring me. I quietly burned as I watched men and women pay attention to her while I was ignored. Some of the talk definitely bordered on flirting, but what could I do? She owned me and was free to do as she pleased, because I could never be good enough for her and want her to be fulfilled and happy above all else. Thankfully no one asked her about the skinny wimp standing next to her wearing make up and carrying her purse. I just got a few amused looks of disbelief.
Once the music started I was able to briefly forget about my predicament. I was head banging and enjoying the loud intense sounds that were blasted into my head. Once a mosh pit started, mistress ordered that I get into it while she stood right outside it shoving wayward moshers back in. Thankfully she decided to hold her purse while I moshed, more for the sake of her purse than me. She told me if I ever fell anywhere near her, I was to deeply kiss the top on each of her boots before I got back up. I enjoy moshing, but being skinny and weak, I get pushed around quite a bit. Within about a minute, a much larger guy shoved me toward mistress. I tried to stop my momentum to keep from crashing into her, tripped on another mosher and fell right in front of mistress. As any metal fan knows, if someone falls in a mosh pit everyone is supposed to act to get them off of the ground as soon as possible. I quickly crawled on my belly like a worm, getting club grime all over my shirt as I shifted the few inches to mistress’s boots. She looked down at me with a wicked smile. “Kiss away bitch,” she said demandingly. I quickly puckered up even as I felt strong arms try to pull me up. I was filled with a rush of desperation and hurried to give a deep, sensuous kiss to her right boot. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. It overpowered the smell of sweat and alcohol that permeated the air. I moved to the second boot, but before I could plant my submissive lips on it, I was completely lifted up by the hands pulling at me. The guy who picked me up didn’t say anything, just shook his head in disbelief and went back to moshing. “You owe my left foot a kiss faggot,” mistress said. Thankfully she backed away a few feet from the moshers. I quickly got back down to my knees and kissed her left boot. Everyone around was caught up in the music and not seem to notice, but it still filled me with a rush of humiliation. After my kiss was over and I stood back up mistress said, “now go get your wimpy ass beat some more,” and shoved me back into the mosh pit. I stayed in there for 3 or 4 songs getting shoved, bruised and beaten. When I would catch mistress’s eye I could see the amused gleam as I was roughed up by the crowd. Eventually, she pulled me out of the mosh pit and handed her purse back to me as it was limiting her ability to push moshers. It felt much more awkward than before. My adrenaline was flowing, everyone around me was jumping and flying around, and here I was standing submissively behind a big, beautiful, superior women holding her bulky purse. I was a little emasculated by her strength and balance as she barely swayed when someone knocked into her, whereas I would fall down or fly across the room. My pants were falling lower and I could feel my thong sticking out. I could feel my eyeliner starting to run from all of the sweat and thrown elbows.
This situation lasted until set break. I was instructed to get mistress another drink. I noticed my reflection in a bar mirror while waiting, and was startled to noticed that my smeared makeup made me look like I belonged at an emo concert for teenaged girls. Once I gave mistress her drink she took it to the head, downing it quickly. “Aww, are you thirsty bitch?” She asked. “Yes ma’am,” I replied meekly. Without hesitation she spit into her cup and handed it to me. “Drink up slut,” she said. There was basically just spit, dredges, and ice. I eagerly gulped down as much liquid as I could. “Hold on to the cup bitch,” she instructed me. “I don’t think that satisfied your little slut thirst.” During the next set, she kept spitting in my cup, and I kept drinking it. It was starting to attract strange looks, but it felt so good drinking her delicious saliva that I didn’t care.
During the second set I was instructed to follow ma’am to the back of the crowd. We were far enough back so that there was room where it was less dangerous. I was so shocked when mistress suddenly gave me a swift kick to the balls. The pain was intense and I started to tear up. I wanted to stay down to minimize the pain but she grabbed me by the ear like a misbehaving child and pulled me up. “That’s for not following orders the first time you fell cunt” she said just loud enough to be heard oven the din of the music. I painfully shifted weight from one foot to the other, no longer enjoying the music, just trying to minimize the growing pain in my stomach.
When the show ended I was still a little worse for the wear. Mistress sensed my pain and was turned on by it. “Let’s find the bathroom slut. I want you to suck my cock.” I was horrified. I was not expecting this at all. Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately depending on your point of view, both bathrooms had significant lines and it would be nearly impossible for us to get a stall alone. “Oh well too bad for you slut,” mistress said playfully. “Guess you’ll have to find out what it’s like to really suck cock in public, you stupid faggot.” She said this loud enough for others to hear, but I had tunnel vision. I was mesmerized by her cruelty and beautiful body. Just staring ahead at mistress’s ass and following. When I finally looked up from her glorious perfect ass i was totally shocked when she pushed past the huge line into the men’s room and forced me onto my knees by the urinals. There were four or five guys that were in the bathroom at the time. Everyone was shocked and stunned silent as she whipped her cock out from under her skirt and unceremoniously fucked my face for about 20 seconds until I gagged on her dick in front of everyone. Someone said that they were going to get a bouncer, so we rushed the fuck out of the venue, narrowly missing getting caught making a scene.
When we got to the car in the dirty parking lot, I went around to the passenger side to open the door for mistress. All the crowd was on the other side as we had parked near the back. “On your knees,” she whispered sensually. “I want my boots cleaned.” I knelt in the gravel parking lot as she lifted her boot to my face. It was obviously quite dirty from the venue floor and walking on the gravel parking lot. This did not stop me from licking it from heel to toe and swallowing bits of all kinds of foul dirt and debris. Now look up at me and suck my heel bitch.“ I did not need to be told twice. It was only a two or three inch heel so I was easily able to deepthroat it as I looked up longingly at my beautiful mistress. “God you are pathetic. On your knees in a parking lot sucking my dirty heel. Are you enjoying yourself slut?” All I could do was mumble and shake my head yes as her heel filled my mouth. She just laughed. “Ok other boot.” I preformed the same task on her other boot. I could feel my thong sticking far out of my pants and digging deep into my ass. I heard some laughter but wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or not. It probably was. I was too focused on cleaning mistress’s boots to care though. Once I finished her second boot my mouth was a putrid mixture of dirt, slipped on beer sludge, and the intoxicating taste of boot leather. As I gazed up at her, she instructed me to open my mouth. I obliged and she spit into it twice in succession. “That’s to wash down that dirt you nasty boy. Now thank me.”
“Thank you mistress for gracing my dirty mouth with your delectable saliva.”
Now I distinctly heard laughter. I shamefully turned my head and saw a group of 4 or 5 guys laughing. One of them was pointing directly at me. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they obviously saw me in my predicament and were greatly amused by it. My embarrassment must have shown in my cheeks for mistress laughed, “Awww is my little bitch embarrassed that other people saw him in his natural element?”
“Yes ma’am,” I whimpered.
“Do you want to get up off your knees worm?” She asked
I nodded quickly.
“So you don’t want to make me cum, slut?” she inquired angrily.
I was torn. Now that strangers were actively laughing at me, I wanted to tuck my tail between my legs and run without looking back. But how could I turn down an opportunity to make my mistress cum?
She sensed my hesitation. “Your choice bitch. Either stay down there until I cum or get in the car and never make me cum again.”
That made the choice easier. “Do you want me to lick you ma’am?” I asked eagerly hoping to taste her wet sweat drenched pussy.
“Hell no. I don’t want your dirty dirty mouth on me. You can suck my cock now though.”
My face turned even redder. Mistress reached into her purse and pulled out a 8 inch dildo and attached it to a harness she had apparently been wearing for the whole concert. I could still hear the laughter and mocking tones from behind me. I looked up at mistress pleadingly hoping she would change her mind. “you know what to do slut,” was all she said. I gingerly put her cock in my mouth. She grabbed my head and shoved it roughly almost all the way down. I gagged and came up for air. “If you throw up we’re through bitch,” she taunted me. I started sucking slowly, going down a little deeper each time. I could hear the mocking grow louder. “Yeah suck that dick faggot,” I heard someone scream. I just tried to focus on the task at hand. When I got the cock deep down my throat, I could smell her pussy through the harness and her panties. I knew she was turned on and would want to cum soon. I sucked for several more minutes trying to ignore all the distractions. Finally mistress pulled her cock out of my mouth.“You have pleased me, bitch. I know that was very humiliating for you, but I’m glad that you are pathetic enough to suck my cock in public. I want you to make me cum now, but without these other losers watching too close. Get in the car bitch.”
I walked around to the drivers side with my head down in shame but my heart filled with submissive pride. Once in the car, she grabbed my hand and shoved it down to her extremely wet crotch. “Finger me bitch,” she said in a sensual, husky voice. I stuck two fingers in and begin fucking her gently. “More, bitch, harder,” she urged. I stuck another finger in going in as deep as I could. “Fuck me with your hand, you pathetic little boy.” I did as I was told. Now she was just making primal grunts and groans as I continued to pound her super wet pussy, now with my whole hand inside of her glorious pussy. With a final groan she squirted all over the car seat, forcing my hand out with the strength of her cunt spasming on my hand. The whole car smelled like sex. “You may lick your fingers clean slut.” I did not need to be told twice. I eagerly licked up as much of her delectable juices as I could. “OK these fuckers have had enough of a show, let’s go.”I had nearly forgotten about the humiliation of moments earlier. I had just made my Goddess cum and that was all that mattered. That is my purpose. To comply with her will and endure any humiliating challenge she puts forth. To prove my dedication and humbleness. Mistress was going to push me as far as she could, that much was clear. And I’m painfully aware of the fact that I could never be good enough for her. But after that night, I was more ready than ever to do whatever it takes to please her. I will do anything to keep her from losing interest in me. Her pleasure is the only thing that brings me peace and joy. For now she seems satisfied, and that is the only thing that matters.