My Public Humiliation: “Please Make Me Your Subby Fucktoy, Mistress!” ♕

I’ll do anything to prove my devotion to you, Goddess.

Despite the warm summer evening, I shivered as awaited her arrival. Although excited, I was also more nervous about this session than I had ever been before. After all, this public humiliation is my final test. If I prove worthy tonight, I’ll officially become your devoted slaveboy.

Soon, I spotted the two hot young college girls on the sidewalk. Mistress Angel, with her petite body, blue eyes, and silky blonde hair. Just as alluring, her friend Tara sported red curls, green eyes, and curves with big tits. They told me they were excited to play this fun, new tease and denial game.

I nodded while smiling nervously. So, this public humiliation really is about to happen.

The location chosen for my public debasement turned out to be happy hour at a nearby campus bar. Of course, they chose a booth that was right in the middle of the room, directly in front of the bar. Although it was only Tuesday night, the place was crowded with people.

I’d really hoped that we would get seats in the corner somewhere, but of course, that wasn’t my decision. The girls sent me up to the bar to order drinks and french fries. After that, I returned to sit between the two of them. They’d removed their shoes and immediately stuck their feet into my lap. As they obviously expected, I obediently began rubbing. As I slowly and delicately massaged Angel’s feet, I became aware of Tara’s foot sliding up to my face. Being a good boy, I suckled her toes.

On the wall above our seat, there was a graffiti piece of a beautiful woman in a red dress. As I rubbed her feet, Angel gestured at the wall, asking “do you think she’s pretty?”

“Um, yes?” I mumbled self-consciously as I felt my face go hot. “Give her a kiss, baby!” Angel managed to command sternly while she and Tara stifled their giggles. So I stood up in the booth, planting my lips against the painted lips on the wall.

I’m sure several people saw me, but I was too embarrassed to really look around the room. This was my first public humiliation and my face was on fire! As I sat back down, the ladies laughed their heads off. Immediately put their feet back on my lap and in my face, and I continued with the foot rubs.

At this point, our waiter arrived with our drinks. Both girls picked up their glasses and began sipping from them. I reached for my glass.

“Wait,” said Angel. She took my glass off the table, then slowly drooled into it.

Tara laughed, then took the glass from Angel and did likewise. Then, Angel held the straw to my mouth. Face burning, I took a sip. At the next moment, I made eye contact with a woman seated at the bar in front of us. Most of the patrons were facing away from us, towards the bar, but she was facing us and just staring at me. I had just enough nerve to return her gaze for a few seconds. She was not smiling; on the contrary, she looked disgusted and so my face burned with shame.

When our french fries came, the intensity was turned up, and more heads definitely started turning our way. Angel and Tara were relentless. They threw a couple on the floor, demanding that I get down on all fours and eat them. As my face burned in delicious humiliation, I obeyed their every command.

Angel dunked another french fry in my water glass, along with some of the ketchup. Last but not least, both ladies graced my drink with more of their saliva. Angel even started chewing on a fry, then took the half-masticated thing out of her mouth and forced me to eat it while saying “Mmmm!” They rubbed more chewed-up food and spittle across my face, warning me not to wipe it off.

Like a good boy, I continued rubbing their feet and occasionally kissing their toes as I noticed more and more people watching us.

As our meal wrapped up and we prepared to leave, Angel sent me to the bar to pay our tab. A lady whom I had not seen before approached us. “Excuse me,” she said. She glanced at me disparagingly. “I’m not talking to you, because you’re…nasty and gross. But…” and she turned to my mistresses to ask them something. Considering myself dismissed, I walked away and meekly requested the tab. The bartender didn’t say a word, just turned away and drew it up.

I paid and returned to the table. The young woman was still there, and Angel told me that she had requested a picture of us. So I looked at this stranger’s camera and smiled as my Mistress Angel sat on my lap, using my face as her napkin, while Mistress Tara stood on the seat and stuck her ass in my face.

As we finally left the bar, Angel told me, “That girl told me she’s a social media influencer. Maybe you’ll be “internet famous,” subby fucktoy!”

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