She enjoyed taking me out to be humiliated and be used in public. This is one such occurrence.Friday PMBeginning of another submissive weekend for me,...to be used by my Mistress and to be used also by whomever she had chosen.Sam, my ex, had been asked to book the upstairs room at The Globe pub in the town centre for a bukkake party starting at nine. Tickets had been sold and a good turn-out was expected.Mistress donned her leather basque, a short leather skirt, stockings and thigh-high boots. I. I get her as close as I dare and then stop; she stands there shaking with arousal, almost hanging from the chains on her wrists. I clip the nipple clamps to her nipples and she cries out in shock at the pain. My husband smiles and nods at the sight-- his wife torturing his painslut for his pleasure. He gestures at me with his empty glass and I obediently refill it. I look back at her, she does look quite a picture: blindfold, almost suspended from the foot of the bed, the diamond pendants. Telling her about my needs just elicits a, "you get enough action".Telling her that men think about sex constantly just goes over her head. Me, wearing anything sexy, is definitely a non factor. I could stand in front of her naked, for hours, and she would not notice. I could deny her sex for a year and she wouldn't complain.Now if we do happen to get in a situation where I am able to arouse her, she will respond and act like she really likes it. I don't think she fakes it because her whole. Mom was wearing her light knee-length nightie.She was sitting in an armchair and had her legs slightly open, so I could peek between them from time to time.I could see her white panties and some pubic hair at its sides.That gave me a tremendous hard-on that I could hardly hide.Instead, it tented obscenely in my underpants.Af first, mom didn't seem to notice it, but after two or three minutes she turned to look at me and saw it.I flushed almost instantly."You sure are getting a bit horny these.