Traditional Birthday Humiliation [FM]

I dated a dude who was pretty into public humiliation. I mean, he was into humiliation generally, but the more public the better. He very often made me hand over my underwear when we were out as a reminder that I was his.

We were going out on my birthday and he came home and told me I had to open my present immediately. He had gotten me vibrating kegel balls with a damn remote.

“No way,” I said.

Don’t get me wrong because I am all for stuff like this but we were not in the U.S. We were, in fact, in a VERY conservative country and I’m pretty sure this would have constituted a crime.

“What’s the worst that can open?” He laughed.

“I orgasm in public and get fucking arrested.”

“Just be quiet when it happens.”

“Bro, you know I can’t.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s the fun. If you don’t think you can handle it though…” he tosses them aside and shrugs.

*He knows me well. He loves using my competitiveness against me. We’re constantly in a game of one-upping each other. We both usually win.*

“You’re clicking them off the MOMENT I safe word you, do you understand?”

“Always.”

And that is the story of how I let this man shove kegel balls up my pussy, gave him the remote, and proceeded to head to dinner.

Y’all, kegel balls are intense without vibration. Even the slightest turn on can really get intense. Before we’re even out of the damn building I’m turning red.

The entire way to dinner, he keeps taking out the remote and twirling it around in his hands. He laughs at how nervous I am and whispers how hot my ass looks in that dress.

I gasp. He hasn’t even turned them on but I’m feeling almost dizzy from the way they’re moving inside of me.

“Something wrong?” He smiles.

“Nope.”

Once we’re seated, it gets a little easier to ignore, especially when we order drinks and I start feeling more comfortable. Our waitress comes over to ask for our first course, which is when I feel vibrations snap on in between my legs. I swallow and try to focus as she’s telling us their specials.

He REALLY takes his time deciding what he wants and smiles as he look up to find me squirming on the other side of the table. He asks a lot of questions about the menu and makes sure he knows all of our waitress’s suggestions.

What’s worse is the waitress definitely thinks he’s flirting with her and leans into it, talking about how juicy their chicken is. He keeps asking her to describe it.

*Mother fucker.*

By the time she gets to me, I am having difficulties. “I’ll have… I want… um…”

“She wants this platter,” he finally answers for me. Our waitress nods and finally walks away.

He turns off the toy with his remote.

“I’m going to kill you,” I say.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Don’t talk about that right now. I can feel them when I get tight.”

“When we get home I’m going to tear that dress off of you and make you say my name as I eat you out. I’m not even going to make you wait. I’ll let you come.”

*He clicks on the remote.*

“Please,” I whisper.

“Then I’m going to take you to the window, turn you around, and fuck you against the window so that your breasts are pushed up against the glass so everyone who walks by can see what a little whore you are.”

*He pushes it again and it intensifies.*

“I can’t do this,” I breathe.

“Are you safe wording me?” He challenges.

I stare at him. “No.”

“Then you know what I’m going to do next?”

I don’t find out. The waitress is coming back with our food.

He does not click off the remote and let’s me sit there, red-faced and panting as we get our plates.

*Fuck me.*

“Eat.” He points to my plate.

I try to take a bite. My hands are shaking. The moment I get a bite in he clicks the remote so it’s even more intense.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please stop or pleas keep going?”

“Keep going.”

He turns the remote up all the way. I let out a whimper and someone from the next table looks over. I instead pretend like I’m crying.

He smiles for half a moment and then continues. “I’m going to make you come around my dick as I pull that pretty blonde hair of yours. You’re going to beg me for it and then I’m going to use your body to come.”

I don’t have to pretend to cry now. Trying to stay quiet while I’m building like this has literally brought tears to my eyes.

Our waitress almost stops by the table but turns the other way. This dude gets VERY intense when he’s dominating.

*It’s actually fucking fascinating. His face completely changes when we’re in bed. He also says crazy fucking shit when we’re together and sometimes forgets what he says when he’s not in the zone. Sex is so interesting.*

From the outside it definitely looks like this man is just muttering insults to a crying girl.

“Am I allowed to come?” I whisper.

“Yes but don’t break eye contact.”

I release upon his command and keep staring at him throughout my climax. He’s smiling at how hard it is to stay quiet and laughs when the table shakes.

“Happy birthday, V,” he says as he clicks the remote off.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rf4cvz/traditional_birthday_humiliation_fm