Info - humiliation kink, femboy Tim, exhibition, boy wearing makeup, butt plug, sub tim, mommy Dom, hitting, edging, hands free cumming, shy boy, boy on display, ruined orgasm
"You look so pretty," I cooed. I swiped another streak of winged eyeliner onto Timothée's eye. He was blushing bright red and he kept pulling his tiny skirt down.
"Mommy," he whined.
"I know, I know, you're so hard," I soothed him by grasping his cock. He let out a shuddering sigh. He leaned back in the chair and gasped as I slowly worked him.
"P-please, w-wanna get off," he pleaded.
"No, your makeup isn't done," I instructed.
"But I didn't know you'd take so looooong," he pouted. I whipped my hand across his face. He looked down demurely, but his cock was soaking his skirt.
"Do you talk back to mommy?" I demanded.
"N-no," he mumbled.
"What did you ask me for?"
"To look like a pretty little present to show off for your friends," he whispered meekly.
"Good, and doesn't mommy do what you ask? Doesn't she fulfil all your desires?"
"Yes mommy, you're so good to me, it's just my cock is so-"
"Ah, ah, ah, no complaints about that hard dick and those full balls," I reprimanded.
"Yes mommy," he agreed as he resituated himself in the seat. He was clearly uncomfortable, too full, too much blood rushing to his crotch. He had been edged the whole time I'd been doing his makeup.
I cruelly turned on the pretty toy in his ass. He squirmed immediately. He was wiggling and rutting subtly against his skirt for some relief.
"Stay still, I need to do the mascara," I ordered.
"But mommy!" He squealed indignantly.
"No, stay still," I snapped. I held his neck and he was whimpering but he stayed still. His cock was so wet and leaky.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, hmmmmm," he made needy noises. He was trying so hard like a good boy.
"Wow, what a precious boy!" I praised. He was adorable in his crop top, skirt, and makeup.
"You think so?" He asked. He was still trying to stay still for me as the too buzzed against his prostate.
"I know so," I smiled and kissed his nose. He looked so pleased with himself when I did that. I stopped the toy and helped him stand up on shaky legs.
I led him out to where my friends were. He had asked to be a little prize, a toy to show off. He was still bright red and shy as he stood in front of the small crowd.
"Isn't he pretty," I asked them. I massaged his ass as I presented him.
"Ohhh so cute," they cooed. Timothée moved To hide his face with his hands but I didn't let him.
"What a girly boy," said one.
"He looks so proud of himself," said another.
"Watch this," I tittered. I yanked up his nearly precum ruined skirt. His cock was nearly breaking the small panties I'd put him in. He was beet red as I showed off his dick.
"Isn't he such a good boy for me, just a little object for me to show people," I asked my friends. While I talked I massaged his thighs, and let my breath tickle his neck. He couldn't take it any longer.
"Mommy, mommy I'm going to squirt, I can't hold it!" He squeaked. He tried desperately to cover his ejaculation with his skirt but it didn't work. His creamy cum soaked through the fabric. It was costing it and dripping down. My humiliated boy just couldn't stop cumming from the attention and exhibition of it all.
"Aww baby, have a messy accident?" I crooned.
"Mommy," he whined and turned quickly. He tried to hide in my arms.
"No, no," I said gently and turned him around. "Trust me, everyone wants to know what makes that sweet cock explode."
"Oh mommy," he gasped as he throbbed.
