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

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

when she was old enough to talk. Getting paid for it would be a bonus. “Aren’t you forgetting something, bitch?” she said, cocking her head. “Huh?” he asked. “I mean, what… I’m sorry… I don’t know…” “You’re not on your knees,” she snapped, cutting him off. She made up her first rule for him as she snatched the roses out of his hands and threw them to the floor. “There’s a special rule I have just for assholes like you, okay? When you come to see me, you have to enter the club on your hands and knees, and crawl to wherever I am. If I’m doing a dance for someone, wait on your knees next to the booth. If I’m in the dressing room, wait on your knees at the door. When I’m ready, I’ll walk over to you and you can start begging for my attention. Got that? You’re never to come in here unless you’re on your knees. Now get out and try again.” She was pretty proud of herself. It wasn’t a bad line of bullshit for right off the top of her head. Wendell stood there, looking heartbroken. “Well, asshole? What are you waiting for?” Diana was going to love paying him back for almost getting her in trouble with Kari. It was a good thing Kari wanted to eat her out so badly. “If you want me, crawl in and beg for it.” Wendell left. “Damn, girl,” Karolyn said to her, scrambling to pick up the broken bouquet of roses. “How could you do that? Isn’t that the motherfucker gave you a thousand dollars last night after you kicked his ass in front of everybody? And now you’re telling him to leave? Let me ... at that rich motherfucker! I’ll love him right and get his money. Shit.” “He’s not leaving.” Diana said, smiling. “Watch.” A moment later, Wendell crawled back in. Making his way past a trio of dancers and brushing past the legs of a half-dozen frat boys that had just walked in, he crawled up to Diana and placed himself on his knees at her feet. “Dag, girl,” said Karolyn. “What the fuck?” Diana’s contempt for him grew. Diana liked muscular, macho, athletic men: hard-body jocks that could pound it to her for hours. Wendell was anything but that. Wendell was a sissy nerd with a body as soft and skinny as a flat-chested girl. She’d hated those kinds of guys ever since she was a c***d and boys like Wendell started to let her walk all over them. But, unfortunately for Wendell, she wasn’t a c***d anymore. Diana had learned a lot about walking all over men since then. She slowly stretched out her right shoe to his face. She wore pink stiletto pumps that night, with a pink lace bra and panty set and a sheer pink wrap that went around her waist. After leisurely rubbing the sole of her shoe over his cheek, he purposefully shoved the pointy toe into his mouth and began to work it in and out, fucking him in the face while he stared up at her wide-eyed. Diana and Karolyn both noticed the undersized bulge forming in his khaki’s. Karolyn giggled and said “Ohmygod, he’s one of those.” “Here’s rule number two, fag.” Diana said. She was starting to like making up these rules. “I fucking hate ...