Samantha: “Greetings James, and welcome to the Femdom Department Save. This is Alicia, our greeter. [Samantha points to a young woman in a black jumpsuit] Remove all your clothing except for your underpants. And bring your credit card along with you. No unique remedy on the fees. No exceptions.”
Alicia: “Hi Samantha. This ought to be the loser you were telling me about.”
(James: Alicia is Asian and seems like she's not much older than 19. She might be in high school. I do as I'm told and am now just wearing my tighty-whiteys)
Samantha: “Yes, he's a Femdom writer and he’s agreed to promote the retailer.”
Alicia: “Great. Looks like he's a single of our typical wimpy worms, huh?”
Samantha: [Smiling] “Really Alicia, do you think we'd have a real man interested in writing about our department store?”
Alicia: [Laughing] “No, of course not. Anyway, he picked a good time to visit. It's busy as common these days. There's an insane quantity of Female-over-male wallet-raping heading on as we speak. [She checks her clipboard] The keep is currently full and there's a cue within the holding pen.”
Samantha: “Fabulous! James, just so you know, we allow 12 of your fellow male losers within the main keep at any a single time. Should you look off to your appropriate, you'll see there is another, let's see, five, six, seven dipshits waiting their chance to be humiliated. We call that our ‘holding pen.' But I'm heading to make it possible for you to bypass that since you are with me.”
(James: I admit to being surprised that I'm getting the full therapy here. At the exact same time, I can feel a tingle between my thighs. These girls know how to speak the speak)
Alicia: “Want me to give him the usual introduction, Sam?”
Samantha: “Please.”
Alicia: “Welcome on the Femdom Division keep, loser. Please carefully read the directions on your way in. Also, please be advised you will discover absolutely no ejaculations [she glances down at my crotch] allowed until final checkout. Any premature org-spasms prior to final checkout will lead to immediate ejection from the premises. Have fun. You'll be able to be assured all our Ladies will enjoy humiliating you and taking your cash!”
Samantha: [looking down at my groin] “Look Alicia! Judging from the miniature lump in his panties, your words are currently having an effect on him.”
(James: Samantha reaches out and tweaks my groin via my underwear, which causes me to shiver with excitement)
Alicia: [laughing] “Well, like you say Samantha. They don't have any self manage, which is why we have no choice but to manage them ourselves.”
(James: I apologize to them for getting genuinely excited about being granted a guided tour by her. Samantha escorts me toward the entrance for the keep. Just before entering I appear off to my appropriate and notice a makeshift jail cell. Seven guys are lined up. They're all naked and on their knees. All of them are holding their credit cards submissively in their hands in front of them as though they are giving it as an offering towards the Goddesses. The guys are a assortment of ages. Most are overweight and most are not so effectively endowed. Inside the jail cell is a sign having a list of rules: 1. Refer to all superior Females in the department store as ‘Ma'am' at all times. 2. Don't speak unless a superior Female speaks you to. three. Any failure to show total obedience to Female commands can and will result in treatment having a cattle prod, blackmail, and extra extortion.)
Samantha: “You pin-dicks are all the same. [She laughs and turns to me] My Director of Marketing and I have completed a fair amount of research on our market, and we estimate you can find 50 to 75 million males in this country with penises less than six inches long when erect. Most of them are wimps. It's no wonder we've been able to raise so much venture capital in such a short amount of time. I already have stores getting built in New York, Los Angeles, and Cleveland”
(James: “We open a door and are immediately met by a young woman working a money register who Samantha introduces as Leah. Leah, a blonde who wears makeup and puts her hair back in the preferred ponytail appear, is slightly chubby and big-breasted. She wears a light purple pants suit)
Leah: “Hi Sam. Why does this jackass have his panties on?”
Samantha: “He's that writer idiot I was telling you about.”
Leah: “Oh. Forgive me if I'm out of line, but I actually feel as although he should be exposed.”
Samantha: [turning to me] “You know what, James. She's completely correct. I do not know why I'm giving you special treatment. You're no various than the rest of the pervs who come in here. Leah, would you like to have the honors of exposing his little secret for us?”
Leah: [lighting up] “My pleasure!”
(James: Leah steps behind me and pokes her head above my shoulder. “You're going to discover in here there's no place for wimps to hide,” she says in my ear. In 1 swift motion, she yanks down my underpants causing my four-inch boner to pop out in full view of her and Samantha. Both point and laugh. Leah reaches around with her pointer finger and gives the head a great flick)
Leah: “Well, now we know why he wanted to maintain his underpants on. Take a look at that teensy little penis.”
Samantha: [laughing] “Not a big surprise. And judging from his highly aroused state it looks as though he enjoys being reminded of how pathetic it's.”
Leah: “My boyfriend's cock is literally double the size of that. Now, fork over your credit card like the rest of these losers before I personally take you over my knee and spank you like the sissy bitch that you are!”
Samantha: “You'd far better do what she says, James.”
(James: I was hoping to keep away from this for all of the publicity I'd be getting them, but no such luck)
Leah: “That'll be $300 of your Difficult earned money. Like taking candy from a baby.”
Samantha: “What do you say, James.”
James: “Thanks for taking my tricky earned income, Miss Leah.”
Samantha: “Good. She's 23, by the way, which means you just got exposed and wallet-raped by a woman more than a decade younger than you. Yet, look at how weak you are with you little stiffie. You see how ridiculously easy it is for us Females to control an ass-clown like you?
James: “Yes ma'am.”
(James: Samantha throws her head back and issues a high-pitched feminine laugh, reflecting her sheer joy. I admire her as her beauty intensifies during her moment of happiness)
Samantha: “Drag your naked ass right this way, James. Follow your four-inch boner.”
Leah: “Bu-bye, loser. Have fun getting destroyed in there.”
(James: Samantha leads me toward the department store area)
Posted November 05, 2010 by Admin under BDSM Webcams
