1. (Femdom story) Wendell and how he got that way by


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: wickedguy333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    pussy and ass up and down on his helpless face. Then, tightening her grip on his head so much that he thought it would pop open, she let go of the pole, arched backwards, put her hands on the floor and released her legs from his head, ending in an impeccably executed back-stand and a rain of crumpled dollar bills. The pressure on Wendell’s head from his skull fucking left him woozy and faint. The panties on his face were askew so that he could only see through the right leg-hole with one eye. He saw Diana, not picking up her money, but arguing heatedly with Kari at the front of the stage. He couldn’t hear over the music and yelling, but Kari was waving her arms and pointing to the open fly of his boxers, where his pocket-sized penis-head bravely stuck out and dribbled it’s sticky clear slime. Diana held out her hands apologetically, kissed Kari on the forehead, and walked to Wendell, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She knelt in front of Wendell and began muttering to herself while tearing off his boxers. “What-ever, bitch. State law says that all sexual organs must be covered or we lose our liquor license? Fine! I’ll cover up his fucking tiny wee-wee sexual organs.” Then, directly to Wendell she said “I can’t fucking believe that a small piece of shit pecker like yours counts as a sexual organ, can you?” Wendell could only stare at her, wild-eyed. She took a large part of fabric from one of the legs of his now tattered boxers, and with some ingenious ripping and knot ...
    tying, fashioned it into a small pouch that covered his meager genitalia and nothing more. It left him bare-assed, and did nothing to hide the fact that his pint-sized penis was fully erect and oozing like an open sore. It was also tied so tightly that it threatened to cut off the circulation to his boyish balls. But, state law was state law. Wendell was left there, kneeling and gagged, his erect Junior Johnson dripping an ever-widening stain into his makeshift pouch, until every dancer in the club had a shot at him. They all had their turn slapping, kicking, and teasing him with their asses and tits. Instead of complaints, as she initially feared, Kari was pleasantly surprised to see the crowd spending even more money on drinks and tips than usual. They wanted every dancer that got up there to out-do the last one in their torture of poor Wendell. If one kicked him in the stomach, the next had to kick him in the balls. And none of them could risk letting his poor excuse for a hard-on go away for fear of getting booed by the crowd, so they had to tease Wendell even more than the last girl did. Then hurt him more than the last girl. Then tease him more. There was no end to the inventive ways that a large group of strippers could tantalize, abuse and degrade a man, and they worked overtime on Wendell, tearing a hole in his psyche that would never heal. And they were all glad to do it, because Kari was making sure that Wendell’s credit cards were charged for every dance he was ...
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