#slightly edited version

[eggnogsharkinf]

[felt-like-a-gift]

this past week’s fucked up dyke fantasy:

a sugar baby with a humiliation fetish getting all blushy and flustered because their sugar mama/mistress refers to them as her wife to a waiter one night.

Later, in bed, Mistress teasing them. ‘Well, what was I supposed to call you? My Slut?’

SB thinking nothing of how much Mistress loves teasing them about the idea. How she keeps bringing it up.

Mistress having to fly off to do some Important Work close to a significant mile stone for them. An anniversary maybe?

Paying for SB to come visit. Promising to take them out to a special ‘Pop Up’ dinner to celebrate.

SB completely unaware that Mistress not only knows the chef, but arranged the whole thing. That it’s all of Mistress’ friends attending.

SB’s heart racing as they goes through security with sex toys and Mistress’s favorite nipple rings in their purse. Sneaking into the bathroom to play with themself and plug their holes as a surprise for Mistress.

Arriving and being told that there’s no time to waste going back to the hotel- that they can change in the airport parking lot. After all, Mistress took the time to park in a dark, secluded area. 

Mistress tutting when she notices SB’s surprise. What a naughty slut, stretching themself out while flying like that. Were they perhaps expecting something? Maybe even giving SB’s pussy a few slaps, only illuminated by the flickering parking lights. Dirty, persumptious pet.

Nevermind though- they’ll just have to keep the toys in during dinner. No time to properly deal with them before hand, of course. SB getting flustered again as they change into the outfit Mistress brought for them-

a dangerously low v-neck dress with thigh slits that threaten to show off the underwear that they *aren’t* being allowed to wear. Mistress taking a step back to soak in the sight of them before digging into her bag, muttering to herself. Looking delighted as she pulls out a delicate chain.

At first Sb is confused- but Mistress makes her intentions very clear when she begins to pull SB’s tits from the dress, fiddling with the piercings. It only takes her a moment to get everything in place- SB’s tits hidden back from view, chain almost appearing to ‘connect’ the fabric.

Mistress coos about what a good little slut she has. How perfect. 

And off to dinner they go. The venue is gorgeous, about a dozen small tables scattered about. Most of them are already filled- either with couples’ like themselves or groups as large as four. They’re led to a table that’s basically in the middle of the room.

Mistress plays with the control on their lush throughout the first two courses, teasing them about their reactions.

And then it happens- a waitress comes by and without looking Mistress answers for them. ‘Why thank you, I’ll have the White wine. Slut will have some sparkling water. Wouldn’t want them getting sloppy so early in the evening.’

SB going entirely red, every attempt at talking about what happened being cut off by Mistress turning the lush all the way up. 

When the waitress returns with the drinks, Mistress instructs SB to thank her for taking such good care of them. Tuts, until SB does it ‘correctly’ saying outloud ‘Thank you for taking such good care of this slut.’ to the waitress.

The waitress gives them a mocking smile and pets their cheek.

Unbeknownst to SB, it’s a signal to the crowd. For the rest of the evening, people drift in and out to talk to Mistress- all while casually groping and playing with SB. People pinch their nipples, tug on the chain, slip fingers in SB’s mouth while chatting casually with Mistress about work, theater, anything really. Mistress leaving the control to the lush out on the table for any of them to pick up and toy with.

When dinner is finished, the host announces that it’s time for dessert and a show. SB is stares helplessly at Mistress when two of the waitress’s fetch them. Tables are moved and carts are wheeled in. Most carry the dessert- a delicate looking confection. But one of them is filled with all sorts of implements. 

A waitress brings a chair for Mistress to watch from as the others begin to strip SB. SB is bound to a spanking bench while all the attendee’s mull about, chatting and eating their desserts, waiting for permission to move.

[yuulace]

supernatural-fied simself~