Public submission by smothering

Stacey had been hinting at a little ‘display’ she wanted to give to her friends about their relationship, but David wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. As they arrived at the club, David still aching from her usual torture, Stacey quickly had them all seated, guided inside until their own little private corner of the club was claimed. David was confused by their friend’s taunts, until Stacey revealed what she had done. Before they had even sat down they were laughing at him, Stacey grinning the most, clearly having told them something to make them look at him this way.

Not wanting to stand there in the club all night, Stacey snaps her fingers towards David, pointing down at the ground for him to kneel. Fearful of her wrath, he does so rather quickly, looking hesitantly at her friends, who each had a smug look on their face.

He simply stayed there, waiting for her next command, faintly seeing Stacey’s friends roll their eyes whilst the clack of Stacey’s footsteps came closer. A faint tut could be heard behind him, David feeling his hair tugged at, forcing him to look up as Stacey swung one of her legs over his face, planting her ass where David was taught it belonged. A faint, surprised gasp is all he could let out before he was smothered, Stacey clenching her thighs around David’s face before resting her weight on him, leaving David to take his place and do the duties he was taught.

It was blissful at first, David eagerly taking the liberty to taste between Stacey’s legs, tasting the faint arousal dripping from her pussy. Minutes go by, David managing a few idle breaths as things go on, listening to the muffled conversation and laughs happening above the table, but focusing more on how his own arousal was building. Having his place reduced to a mere chair was degrading, but despite the shame, humiliation and laughs that were clearly directed at him, he enjoyed every moment, savoring the descent as her pet more and more each second.

It felt as if David could tense up at any moment, his pleasures becoming almost overwhelming, as if his orgasm was inches away, but still so far out of reach. Because of his arousal, David found himself gasping between Stacey’s cheeks, desperately trying to keep up with his labored breathing, but failing. It was becoming difficult to focus on anything at all, David feeling his vision darken moment by moment, his thoughts difficult to follow.

As Stacey seemed to be getting comfortable in her position of power, David could no longer take it. Losing his sense of control due to his lack of breath, he grinds his face between her cheeks, trying to gain a gasp of air before he resorts to flailing. Despite his best efforts, David can no longer wait for his owner to finish her fun. In a sudden moment of desperation, David tries his best to quell his natural instinct, but fails, Stacey’s friends watch on as her eyes widen, falling backwards as David gasps for air. Each of them knows what’s about to come, watching as Stacey falls backwards onto the floor, letting out a momentary grunt, but not in pain, she was furious. Her calm face melted away for a single moment, giving them all a hint as to how badly she planned on punishing her pet.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Barely able to calm his breathing, David cranes his head backwards to look at Stacey, who was towering above him.

“You’re going to make up for ruining my night~!”

Her voice was shaking, not just with the sudden rush of frustration and anger, but also with what seemed to be glee. As Stacey grabbed a fistful of David’s hair and pulled him to his feet, a smile crept across her face, as if she was planning for this to happen all along…

Suddenly ripped away from his heavenly place as her chair, David feels himself tossed forwards, forced to meet the judging gaze of her friends as he clutches to the hard table. Instead of concerned or even pitying gazes, David stares back at cold, almost disappointed looks from her friends. An unexpected, but incredibly intense pulse of humiliation quaked across his body, leaving him trembling right before Stacey delivered the first of many punishments to come. A swift smack across David’s ass was enough to awaken him from the haze of being looked down on, the perverse pleasure he stole from the situation was replaced by the stinging pain across his cheeks.

Each smack only grew in intensity, quickly leaving David tearing up in both pain and humiliation, biting back his squeals whilst trying to stifle his whimpers. Every attempt at not focusing on the faces of her friends was thwarted by another harsh spank from Stacey’s hand, forcing David to look everyone in the eye as he’s mercilessly punished for his failures.

“Don’t fucking disappoint me next time!”

Her sweet way of speaking was gone, Stacey was entirely lost to either her role as David’s owner, intent on punishing his misbehavior and teaching him properly. To her, every spank was a new lesson, a way to ensure that he wouldn’t mess up in the future, it was a necessary step.

Whilst David didn’t see it that way… not quite yet. He was still painfully focused on the barrier that had been stripped away between him and her friends. Until now, it was a little fun, a few rumors and a sneak peek into their private lives, but now…

Now he’s bent over the bar table, his crotch shying away from Stacey’s smacks, anticipating each one and leaving him a whimpering mess in front of everyone. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a distinct drip of arousal run down his thigh, feeling how hard he was getting at the situation he had been forced into. In Stacey’s fit of cruelty, she saw how David clearly hadn’t learned his lesson, having the audacity to get pleasure from disappointing her like this!

“Well… if you want to enjoy this, then I may as well help~!”

Tensing up as he imagined a painful spank coming, David instead let out a lustful moan, eliciting grins from her friends as Stacey’s slender fingers rubbed against David’s crotch. In a second, he had been tamed, each defiant scream of pain a distant memory, his mind eager for more of his owner’s touch.

He couldn’t help what came next, his body tensing up whilst he stared over at her friends, listening to their taunting giggles as his ass still ached from his earlier punishment. Stacey pulled back her fingers as soon as she felt him twitching against them, joining in their laughter as David squirts his pathetic load from his tip, staining the front of his pants.

“You did not just cum from that!”

Their laughs grow louder after it had been confirmed, only driving his pleasures onward, his legs trembling with the sheer force that his thin load trickled out. Stacey then places a hand across the table, leaning in closer to David as she whispers in his ear. Each word caused the shivers he involuntarily felt to intensify, as if Stacey controlled those as well.

“If that’s all it took, I should have done this sooner…”

Stacey is even surprised by it, taking immense enjoyment at seeing how David broke down, deciding he was ready to resume his rightful spot. Giving him one final slap, David let out a gasp of desperation, replaced by surprise when he felt Stacey grab his hair again, pulling him back onto his knees, craning David’s head back once again. Only this time, as he watched Stacey step forward and squat down, he eagerly parted his lips, letting out a moan before being silenced between her cheeks.

This time, David stayed put, finding subtle movements and positions to gain the occasional breath he needed before returning to his duties, licking at Stacey whilst she used David’s face as her chair. Though it didn’t seem as if she was happy with simply that…

As she continued her idle conversation with her friends, Stacey saw fit to rest her heel against David’s crotch, feeling him gasp against her crotch as she did. A smirk broke across her face, continuing her chat as she began grinding it harder against him, feeling his squeals as his load was crushed against his tiny dick, smushing both against the cold ground as his groaning grew louder.

Before he could catch up with his thoughts, David felt his puny package prematurely squirt another pathetic load into his pants. Stacey giggled idly to herself as she could tell what was happening, feeling his pent-up squeals muffled by her cheeks as she bruised his cock, forcing what little cum he had left against her shoe.

The night passed by like this, Stacey happily talking away until she was ready to leave, raising herself from David’s face and looking down at him, rubbing her palm for a moment before giving his cheek a smack, letting him follow her home.