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It all started that Monday morning when I first laid eyes on her. She was leaning over a bookcase reviewing a file. She leaned forward in such a way that her buttocks was thrust out away from the bookcase with her nicely proportioned legs making a perfect line from her ass to the floor. I had a side view of all this. She wore a sleeveless silk pink top. Her dark tight pinstriped pants were almost, but not quite inappropriate. They framed a beautiful slim waistline. She had what I would describe as a dancer's figure. From my vantage point I could see her pretty feminine head. She had a classic narrow neck, with tiny ears and a pointy little nose. Her blonde hair was pinned back, somewhat severely in a bun behind her head. She was a total knockout. My eyes wandered back down to her midsection - her lovely round ass and the perfect rise around her pelvic area. I felt a twitch in my trousers.
She must have sensed my gaze because she turned her head away from whatever it was she was reading and focused her confident green eyes directly on me. There wasn't much doubt that I had been caught staring.
"Hi," I said, I'm Rick Henderson. I work in the Risk Management group.
She smiled and spoke in a scratchy girly voice. "I'm Pamela Richards."
"Who are you?" I asked, half jokingly.
"Oh I'm interning for the legal department. For Rebecca Adams."
I grimaced inside. That fucking bitch Rebecca Adams. I was having constant problems with her and her annoying paralegal, Jamie Sanders.
"That's great," I said. "Anything I can do to help, just let me know."
We shook hands. She had lovely slender fingers. She shook my hand just like a little bitch, all fingers, no palm. "I'm sure you will," she said. It surprised me to hear her say that, a girl more than ten years my junior, an intern new to the company. Plus she couldn't have been more than 5'2" or weighed more than 110 pounds.
I felt a continued stirring in my loins as she gazed at me. I hoped she wouldn't notice. "Well, good luck," I stammered.
Much to my surprise, she sat in the cube directly across from mine. Here I was at 34 and this intern had the same office space as me. It made sense since Rebecca, the in-house lawyer had her plush office directly across from me. Rebecca, a woman I couldn't stand, who was 34 like me and probably made double my salary.
The week went by. I saw Pamela from time to time. She appeared busier than myself, since I spent half the time goofing off on the internet. On occasion, I tried to strike up a conversation with her but she seemed a bit on the aloof side, always preoccupied with her work. The girl sure was easy on the eyes. Each day she wore a spectacular outfit, highlighting her curves and femininity. She carried herself with unusual professionalism and confidence. I was completely smitten.
Inside, I knew she was out of my league. I wasn't the alpha male type. In fact, I had a deep dark sexual secret - for reasons I could never explain, I loved being dominated by women. At nights, I trolled the web looking for female domination sites, which were everywhere. Pamela was the prototype - young, confident, sassy, full of self-posession. I immediately fixated my submissive fantasies on her.
Friday, just before lunchtime, I saw her grab her bag and head out to the parking lot. As usual, she was dressed to the nines, wearing a lovely high-cut wool skirt, showing off her tremendous little body, a crème blouse and high heels. I decided to take a chance. I walked after her. Just as she was about to get into her SUV, I tapped her on the shoulder and said "Hi Pamela," slightly out of breath. She turned and I thought I saw her eyes roll slightly as I approached.
"Oh hi, umm, Rick, right?" I thought I detected a note of condescension in her voice.
"Say, I know this is a bit forward, but well, um," I fumbled for the words; "you're beautiful and I'd-" she interrupted before I could continue.
"Rick, dude, what are you, like 30?"
"34," I corrected.
"Well, I'm 24. Don't you think I'm a little young for you?" she asked confidently.
"Um, I don't know, just maybe-" She cut me off again.
"Look, Rebecca has told me all about you. Me, her and Jamie had lunch this week. You waste your time on the internet looking at god only knows what. You don't work hard. I'm on an internship between years one and two of my MBA. What makes me think I have any interest in a guy like you?"
Can you believe the nerve of this little twat to say that to me? Then again, I had to admit, she was kind of right. Plus I had to admit, I liked it. My heart was hammering a mile a minute. That's probably why I responded with, "Look, Pamela, I'll do just about anything you want me to do."
Then her eyes looked down. I followed them down to my crotch. Oh no! My pants were tented out and a spot of moisture was visible at the very tip of the tent.
She put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh...my...god." I could see between her fingers that her mouth had creased upwards into a slight smile.
She then put her hands on her hips and looked back up to my eyes. "You pervert! I think I need to speak to HR about this."
"Please, Pamela, I- I just can't help it!" I stammered.
"Well that's obvious," she said staring at me.
I looked down again. "I'm sorry. I'll never bother you again." I turned and began to walk away. Then I heard her again.
"Wait," she said. "Come back here."
A part of me thought I should keep walking. I had pushed things too far. But I could not say no to her.
I approached her again. We were in the middle of the lot and since it was before noon, we were alone amongst the hundreds of cars.
"Rick, I'm giving you a choice. You can either leave, and go do whatever it is you do alone." she raised her eyebrows. "I'll then decide if I'm going to report you to HR. Or stand right over here while I get something." She pointed her well manicured finger in front of her.
For me, the decision was an easy one. I didn't want to get in trouble. Plus I have to confess that I've always had a weakness for female power. I suspect that Pamela, or Miss Pamela as I now refer to her as, picked up on this.
I walked over and stood in front of her. At just under six feet tall with a paunch in my gut, I was nearly a foot taller than her and at least a hundred pounds heavier.
I spread my legs willingly, with a sense of dread, but perhaps a touch of excitement. She said, "Don't move. I need to get something."
She opened her car and leaned in, affording me a wonderful view of her sweet curves. She then came out holding a large styrofoam coffee cup.
I thought I could detect the slightest of smiles on her face and I'll never forget what she ordered me to do. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, Rick, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am," I gulped. Did I really just say that? We were behind her SUV, away from the building. Nobody could see us. I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into.
She continued, "you know I could tell the first time we met when-" she stopped "Look me in the eye when I address you."
I complied.
She started again, "As I was saying, I could tell the first time I met you what kind of guy you were. I know all about guys like you."
"Yes ma'am," I said again.
"Don't call me ma'am, you idiot. I'm ten years younger than you. Call me....Miss Pamela. Is that understood?"
Holy shit she was sassy. I was completely transfixed. I think a part of me hoped this would happen when I followed her to her car.
"Yes Miss Pamela."
"I didn't hear you."
"YES Miss Pamela."
"Good. Now thrust your pelvis out. Make it easier for me to do what needs to be done."
I did as I was told. The tenting was painfully obvious. The girl, or should I say composed young woman, did not hesitate. She reached forward and casually lifted the band of my pants and underpants with her pointy fingernails. Then she dumped the remaining cold contents of her morning coffee directly onto my package.
I felt the sticky gross coffee splash directly onto her intended target. Of course it also soaked my briefs and trickled down my thighs. It was startling.
She then snapped my waistband back in place.
"That ought to fix you," she said triumphantly.
I expected her to leave but instead she stood there waiting for me to regain my breath. Finally after a minute I was able to look up and see this young blond goddess looking down at me with disgust.
"What do you say, Rick?"
"Um, thank...you..Miss Pamela?"
"Good boy," she said. "Now listen carefully. I don't want you to approach me or talk to me at work or outside work. If I want anything from you, I'll come to you. Is that understood?"
"Yes," I said without thinking.
"What do you say?"
"Yes, Miss Pamela."
"That's better. Now get the hell away from my car."
I gathered myself and did as I was told. As I made to leave, she stopped me again.
"Oh and Rick," she said. "Throw this away," she said handing me the empty coffee cup.
END CHAPTER ONE
Over the next month, I saw Miss Pamela frequently. After all, she sat in the cube across from me. I hoped that she would speak to me at some point, but I made sure to observe her wishes and not speak with her. I went about my business as best I could. At home, I masturbated three times a day to her, replaying the moment when she soaked my hard cock with her morning coffee. In my head I played various role-playing scenarios of her dominating me. Being a guy I also fantasized about the jewel between her legs and how perfect it must be. I wondered what it must be like to impale that sweet vixen on my pole. Of course, I wasn't exactly any big stud. I was only five inches when hard. Even though she was quite petite, I imagined she might be looking for something a bit more substantial in her men.
One day, I couldn't help but notice that Pamela was annoyed about something. She was on the phone half the morning and appeared distracted. When she wasn't looking I checked her out and man she was as ravishing as ever. She wore a black miniskirt with white panty hose, high heels with those high straps and around her ankles, and a white blouse with a dark vest. Her hair was back in a ponytail. What a pocket rocket!
Just before lunchtime, I walked past her in the hall near the men's room. Suddenly she stopped me in the hall and said, "yeah um, Rick, what are you doing after work today?"
I thought about it for a second, my heart racing and said "um, whatever it is you need me to do?"
She smiled that smile that took my breath away. "Good answer."
I looked down, flushed.
"Try to remain calm, Rick," she said. "Here's what I need from you. My car is out of commission and I need to run a few errands. Now I could just borrow the car and then I wouldn't need you. But what would really help is if you drove me around and double-parked. Do you think you could handle that?" She batted her eyelashes at me.
I nodded my head in agreement.
"Good, I'll see you outside after work then."
Just before it was time to leave, I received a rare email from her. It said "wait for me outside, I'll be out in a few." Of course, I did as I was told. I stood there waiting almost ten minutes. Finally Pamela, or should I say Miss Pamela arrived. She smiled and said, "I don't really want to be seen leaving with you, I'm sure you can understand."
I nodded. She stopped and looked at me, "are you forgetting something?"
"Yes, Miss Pamela."
"Good, I see we might have forgotten ourselves. Open the door for me."
I did as told. Then raced around the other side of the car and got in.
Man, just looking at her smooth lap on my passenger side gave me a huge thrill. She must have read my mind because she crossed her legs. Oh my god she was sexy!
"Drive, stooge!" she yelled, snapping me out of my trance.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"Try not to forget yourself," she said, laughing. "You don't want another cold shower? Or wait, knowing a perv like you, you probably do, right?"
"No Miss Pamela."
"Bullshit! I'll bet you enjoyed me putting you in your place. I know all about guys like you. So tell me, did you enjoy it when I dumped sticky coffee on your…schlong?"
"Um, no," I said, blushing.
"You liar. I can see it on your face!"
"Ok, maybe a little bit, Miss Pamela."
"That's what I thought. Now shut up and drive," she said with joyous authority.
This was amazing! I was totally petrified, yet also more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. I had found a gifted young bitchy femdom. But how far would she go? Inside I thought of the proverb: "be careful what you wish for because you might get it."
For the next hour, I drove her to the dry cleaner, then get her fingernails manicured. Both times, she made me wait outside. When she got back from having her nails done, she showed them to me and they were perfect.
Suddenly, she reached across and put her perfectly manicured fingers on my thigh. She started patting gently. "Hey Rick, or should I just call you slave. How would you like to take me to the mall and get me some new high heels?"
I swallowed. I didn't have that much money, but I had to admit the idea excited me. Especially with her doing what she was doing. My cock, of course, quickly inflated. Once again the tenting. It was painfully obvious.
"Ok, Miss Pamela."
She looked down at my lap and laughed that sweet but somewhat evil female laugh. "Looks like something is going on down there again. What's that about, Rick?" she asked. Her hand moved teasingly close to the heat of my crotch.
"I, I can't help it," I stuttered.
"You see how easy it is for me to CONTROL you?" And with that, the tip of her pointer finger lightly grazed my shaft through my pants.
"Yes, Miss Pamela."
"Good, then drive me to the mall," she ordered, taking her hand away.
Of course, I did as I was told. By the time we got there, my balls were killing me. I don't know if she realized this or not, but I was in pain. I could barely stand up straight. I think Miss Pamela might have known I was in pain. She stopped in a few places, while I waited for her to do whatever she needed to do. Then just before closing we entered a ladies shoe store. We were the only people in the store other than the young female saleswoman, a cute leggy brunette, probably no more than 18. She was bigger than Pam but also had a super sexy body. She wore tight dark pants and low-cut black leather boots. The curve between her ample hips and slim waistline was a sight to behold. And of course the way her vaginal cleft stood slightly away from the indentation of her hips – it got me every time. She helped Pam pick out an expensive pair of heels while I stood there docily. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. But I was virtually helpless.
Over the course of her trying on different shoes, Pamela and the salesgirl developed a great rapport. The whole time I was ignored. I could see the salesgirl staring over curiously from time to time. I wondered if she had a hint of my status, or if she knew the vice-like pain I was experiencing in my groin thanks to stifled excitement. At one point she excused herself and locked the door, since it was closing time. She told Pamela to take her time. She had no place to go.
Finally Pamela found a pair she liked. She stood up and showed off her new heels. She asked me what I thought. I said they looked amazing. Then to my utter shock she said, "Rick, you are to refer to me by my proper title in front of other women."
I gasped. She wanted me to address her in her "proper" title in front of this young salesgirl. To my amazement, I did it without hesitation.
"Yes, Miss Pamela," I could feel the words leaving my mouth.
The salesgirl's eyes got big and then she smiled a huge smile. She said, "I'll pack them up right away," suppressing a laugh. My cock again sprung to full life, something I hoped neither of the young ladies would notice. It was as though Miss Pamela had pushed a button and, boing! There I went. We went over to the cash register and got rung up, with my credit card of course. The whole time the salesgirl was doing her best to hold back a smile, to no avail. For some reason, this was a huge turn-on for me. Pamela picked up on it, addressing the girl. "You have no idea how easy it is. This dork LOVES to be dominated by women. Isn't that right, dork?" She turned to me.
"Yes, Miss Pamela," I said praying she didn't look down.
The salesgirl responded, "I thought something funny was going on. I have a girlfriend who is always telling me how easy it is to manipulate guys like him. I can't wait to tell her about this. Too funny."
Suddenly Pamela blurted out excitedly "LOOK," she pointed her slender finger at my groin. There was a giant tent again, complete with a moist spot. "You're making him wet. Come around the counter and check it out."
The salesgirl cautiously moved around the counter and stared directly at my crotch. She immediately burst out laughing. "Oh...my...god," she said, nodding her head and rolling her eyes. "That's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen."
"I told you," Pamela continued to my disbelief. "He has no control over himself. He's a total pussywhipped dipshit. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Miss Pamela."
"Then say it!" she ordered.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. A part of me wanted to run and not look back, but the buzzing in my groin and the beating of my heart kept me in place. "I - I'm a total pussywhipped dipshit."
The two of them burst out in laughter. The salesgirl in particular couldn't stop laughing. She had to put her arm on the counter to steady herself. I stood there like an idiot not knowing what to do, but not exactly hating the predicament I found myself in.
Suddenly Pam spoke up. "I'm so rude. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Pam. What's your name, hon?"
"I'm Alison," she said and the two young women shook hands warmly. "Thanks for giving me the biggest laugh I've had in a long time."
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," said Pamela. "Do you want to watch me humiliate dipshit here worse than any guy has ever been humiliated before?"
Alison raised her pretty eyebrows. "Um, hell yes. What do you have in mind?"
Before I knew it, Alison had locked up the store was telling Pamela to follow her to the back of the property. Pamela reached up and grabbed me roughly be my ear and we followed the gorgeous Alison and her sweet shapely ass and long legs to the back room. She walked with a bounce in her step, turning at one point and saying "Right this way," flashing a kind smile to Pam and an evil one to me.
When we got back there, Miss Pamela asked Alison to grab a couple of chairs and line them up. She then turned and addressed me, still pinching my ear and forcing my head sideways as Alison looked on intently. "Dipshit, you have a choice right now. You can either walk out that door and I'll never bother you again. Or you can stay here and humiliate yourself solely for our amusement. It's your choice."
And with that she let go of my ear and held her hands up. "Go ahead - you're a free man. There’s nobody stopping you. Leave!"
A voice in the back of my head, the reasoning one I think was telling me I should leave. Miss Pamela spoke again.
"You should know I'll show absolutely no mercy on you. If you stay, I'll do things to you...and force you to do things to yourself that you’ll find unimaginable. But trust me, they'll be very imaginable when I'm finished with you."
With that she reached down ever so casually and patted me lightly on my groin, causing Alison to giggle again and cover her mouth with her hand. Any indecision I might have had was quickly replaced by sheer lust for my mistress.
"I, I, I'll stay," I stammered.
"Of course you will, dipshit!" My mistress said triumphantly. "But you should know, if you don't obey my instructions TO THE LETTER, I'll make sure certain women we both work with know the full details about your pervisions, have I made myself clear?"
I could only put my head down and mumble "Yes Miss Pamela."
"Look at your female superiors when we address you, dipshit!" she shouted.
I looked up at there was Miss Pamela and Alison seated comfortably in front of me. Miss Pamela had a look of total bitchy self-confidence on her face. Alison was smiling brightly, clearly enjoying the proceedings, but unsure of where things were headed.
"Take your fucking clothes off NOW!" ordered Miss Pamela. I did as I was told but apparently wasn't moving fast enough because she yelled "All of them. And hurry the fuck up!" The two of them sat on the chairs while I disrobed.
Before I knew it I was standing in front of them. I covered my groin with my hands to maintain some sort of modesty.
"Move your hands away, you idiot." Miss Pamela ordered. Why did I know she would do that?
I did as I was told and the two of them burst out laughing. I'm not exactly well endowed. Maybe I lied about the five inches. It’s more like four and a half inches when hard, which I certainly was in the presence of two well-dressed perfumed young ladies – the picture of dignity and grace. I was mortified, yet extremely aroused.
"Well, no wonder he's such a submissive tool," said Pamela. "Talk about a pindick." Alison nodded her head in agreement, "unimpressive, to put it nicely."
"Get on your knees, wimp!" said Miss Pamela.
She then ordered me to crawl over to them so I was kneeling directly in front of them, within leg range. Then Miss Pamela stuck her leg out and began to casually kick me in my cock and balls with the tip of her high heel. The light kicks actually felt good, but then she occasionally reared back and delivered a more serious blow right where it hurt. I groaned after each one of those. The entire time, Alison sat with her hand over her mouth saying "oh my god" and "you go, girl." Suddenly, Miss Pamela reared back and gave me a hard kick with the top part of her foot. It was the hardest one yet. Immediately I fell to the floor with a groan. I felt a sickening pain in my stomach. I heard Alison say, "That was awesome." Then I heard Miss Pamela ask Alison if she wanted to give it a shot. To my dismay, she said "fuck yeah!"
"Get your ass off the ground and get in front of Miss Alison," she ordered.
I did as I was told and Alison did the same exact thing Miss Pamela did, except she had her little leather booties do the job. You would have thought she might lack confidence but she acted like a pro.
"Take that, you pervert!" she said. "And that. And that. And THAT!" Once again I was down and curled into a little ball while the girls laughed and slapped each other five.
"This is awesome," Alison said. "Get up, jackass! I want to do it again."
I gingerly got back up on my knees and positioned myself in front of Miss Alison.
Pamela spoke again. "Move your worthless little penis out of the way so she has an easier shot to your ball sack. And ask her to bust you. Come one, we want to hear you beg for female discipline."
"um, please Miss Alison kick my balls."
"No, no no," said Miss Pamela, "say 'Please teach me proper respect for womanhood."
"Please teach me proper respect for w-"
Before I could finish, Miss Alison unleashed a ferocious kick, which connected with incredible precision to my dangling exposed orbs. The top of her shoe trapped both nards perfectly between her hard foot and my body. I imagine if you had a super slo-mo camera, you would have seen my balls compress to their absolute limit at that split second when she made contact. A shock traveled from the base of my groin to my brain and I collapsed in complete agony. In the background, I once again heard female laughter echoing through the room. It took me over a minute to regain my bearings. But they weren't finished.
"Get up, dipshit! Get back in front of your superiors!"
"P-Please miss," I said, "I've learned my lesson." I put my hands out in a pose of complete submission.
The two women turned and gave each other looks of triumph.
Pam spoke, "so Alison, what do you think we should do with him now. Got any good ideas?"
Alison thought it over, smiling. Suddenly she brightened. "Well, let's test his obedience. Why don't we make him play a little fetch? You know, like a doggie."
Pam: "That's an excellent idea! I even know what we should make him fetch." She opened her purse and to my shock she pulled out a tampon.
She waived it in my face. "This is as close as you're ever likely to get to any pussy," she said tauntingly. "Now go get it." She threw it across the room.
For the next ten minutes, they played a game of fetch. I was the dog. Of course, I was forced to stay on my hands and knees. And I had to retrieve the tampon in my teeth. When I went too slowly, one of the girls would inevitably scream "faster, faster!" or "Hurry up, douche bag." or "move your dumb fucking ass." Soon I was sweaty and my knees were killing me. The girls were indifferent to my plight. Miss Pamela threatened more ball kicks if I didn't move my ass. I'm sure I made quite a spectacle with my cock and swollen balls bouncing around as the ladies watched with looks of sheer glee on their merciless faces.
Of course, being a total pussywhipped fool, I have to admit it at this point, despite the pain in my knees I found myself incredibly aroused during the exercise. Before I knew it, my cock was again at full mast and my ball sack ached - not just from the beating it had absorbed by the cruel female kicks, but from arousal.
Miss Pam had me sit up and beg with my hands in the air in a submissive posture. Alison noticed my predicament. "Looks like he's all hot and bothered again." She pointed at my dick.
Pam: "Unbelievable, we're just sitting here and dipshit can't control his little dipstick."
Alison: "What a spaz."
Pam: "He just can't control himself around women. Isn't that right, dorkface?"
Me: "Yes ma'am, I can't control myself."
Pam: "So what do you think we should do about it?"
Alison: "More kicks?"
Pam: "hmm, I actually have a better idea. I'll bet dufus wants to get his rocks off."
Me: "Yes Mistress Pamela. Please."
Pam: "Then say it then. Say, 'ladies, I can't control my little pull toy and I wanna cum."
Me: "I can't control my little pulltoy and I wanna cum."
Once again, they both laughed their hot asses off while I kneeled there like an idiot. Looking at their lovely legs and laps, both clad in tight fabric just made me even more excited. My cock literally throbbed, and clear pre-cum had begun oozing from my peehole.
Pam: "What the fuck do you think we're gonna do about it? If you want to come, you have to do it yourself. Of course, I'm sure you're used to that?"
I felt my face reddening. Suddenly Pam stood up, and before I knew what happened she slapped me across my face. Talk about startling.
Pam: "If you want to come, you're going to have to beg to spank your silly monkey in front of me and Alison here."
Of course this was an easy decision. I was of one mind. I had to get my rocks off and Pamela knew it. I began to beg, but Pamela slapped me again and said "get on the floor and kiss our shoes and maybe we'll think about it."
I did as I was told. I heard Pam speak to Alison.
"Alison, it's your call. Do you think we should let him do his disgusting little masturbation routine in front of us, or not?"
Alison: "hmmm, I think we need to supervise it."
Pam: "How nicely put. I agree. I think I'll take a few photos with my digital camera too, for posterity’s sake."
Alison: "What a great idea. Did you hear that, dipshit? You're gonna be in pictures."
I sat up. This did not sound good. "Please, Miss Pamela, no photographs, please, please please."
Pamela: "You don't have any say in this. You are my and Alison's lackey and you'll do EXACTLY what we say. Haven’t I made myself clear?"
"I, I, no, I can't," I stammered. But before I finished, Miss Pamela reached out with her beautiful hand and began to expertly run her little fingernails on the underside of my hard shaft. She tickled my balls and then went back to teasing my cock. Mesmerized, I quivered with pleasure. I felt myself coming close to the edge, but it was as though Pamela could sense it. She pulled her hand away. “Don’t think I’m going to do it for you,” she said.
I cast my eyes to the floor. Of course I wanted to please her. She was so perfect. But I didn't want to have photos of me jerking it get out on the internet. It was as though she read my mind. "Don't worry jerky boy. We'll keep the photos our little secret as long as you behave."
I sat contemplating.
Suddenly I saw that mean look on Miss Pamela's face again. "Look idiot, you don't have a choice. Crawl your ass to the bathroom, get some toilet paper and come back within 20 seconds. If you don't get back, we'll be repeating this exercise in front of five of Alison's best friends. Onnnne...two...three.”
I scampered to the bathroom, half in dread, half more excited than I'd ever been in my life. I yanked off as much toilet paper as I could and scampered back in front of the women just before Miss Pamela reached 20.
"Give me the tissue," Pamela ordered.
I handed her the tissue.
"Beg us for permission to jerk your penis, you idiot!" Miss Pamela shouted with a measure of triumph and glee in her voice. She was loving this!
"Please give me the honor of jerking my penis, Miss Pamela and Miss Alison."
Both of them pretended to deliberate. They asked each other what they should do. They made me beg again and again while my pole throbbed and leaked. Finally they gave me the go-ahead.
I pumped away and within a minute I was ready to shoot.
"Don't you dare shoot your spunk without our permission," Alison said.
Once again I had to go through the entire begging routine. They wanted to make it perfectly clear that my ability to shoot was their decision. I had to crawl from one set of pretty feet to the other and beg repeatedly. Finally, after making me go back and forth five times, they gave me the go-ahead. First Miss Pamela ordered me to "stand at attention."
Miss Pamela then positioned the toilet paper in front of my crotch. "Go ahead, dumbass, let's see you try to impregnate this tissue."
With that, I lost it. The largest pent-up orgasm of my life built from deep within. I shot jet after jet of thick cum into the tissue. It was an amazing explosion. I don't think I had ever blasted that big a load in my entire life. Pamela caught every single drop neatly on the folded tissue. Alison captured the entire event on her digital camera. I heard the clicks and saw the flashes that spelled my doom.
Pam: "It's amazing something so fucking small could make such a big mess!"
Alison: "Yayyy, it's a bird, it's a plane, no wait, it's super jerkoff!"
Pam turned and laughed while simultaneously reaching between my legs with her free hand. Suddenly, before I knew what had happened, she had a vice-grip on my balls. I was going nowhere. In her other hand she held the tissue.
Pam: “Alison, what do you think we should do with this disgusting mess?”
Alison: “What did you have in mind?”
Pam: “I think we should make him eat it.”
Alison brightened up and started laughing again. “Eww, that’s kind of gross, but also kind of funny. Do you think he’d stoop so low?”
Pam: “He doesn’t have a choice. In fact, I’m going to make him beg us to do it.”
With that she began to put pressure on my nut sack while bringing the tissue up to my face. “You’re going to beg for the honor to eat your creamy spunk in front of us, dipshit. Starting right now.”
I couldn’t believe this. Now that I had come, I wanted out. Miss Pamela had sensed this and she had me by the balls. She wasn’t about to let go. I said, “Please, Noooo.”
“I said BEG, loser! Plead for your disgusting mess in front of Alison and I!” With that she squeezed even harder, causing that pain in my stomach to return.
Alison spoke, “C’mon loser. We want to hear you beg to EAT IT, you pig!” She snapped off several more shots.
I had no choice. “P-Please, Miss Pamela and Miss Alison, I want to eat my c-cum.”
Pam: “Stick your fucking tongue out! C’mon, show us how badly you want to eat your loser load. BEG!”
I stuck my tongue out and continued to beg. “Please, make…me…eat…my cum!”
“Call it your loser load!”
“Please make me eat my loser load!”
“FINE, have it your way, cum eater, but I want you to look right into the camera while I force-feed you your load.”
I turned my head and looked as Miss Pamela squeezed even harder and placed the cum-soaked tissue onto my tongue. “Eat it!” she squealed with delight.
And that’s exactly as I did, as Alison recorded my ultimate humiliation on film.
“Eat every fucking drop of your mess,” she ordered.
I did as I was told. I licked up every disgusting drop, as this petite little vixen half my size held me by my balls.
“How’s it taste, loser?” Pam asked.
“Gross!” I mumbled.
“Gross,” she mimicked me. “Try again,” she said, and try to be a bit more grateful for me taking the time to properly discipline you.”
“It tastes, ugh,” I said.
“Thank me for taking the time to teach you a lesson, you ass!” she yelled.
“Thanks for teaching me a lesson, Miss Pamela.” I mumbled.
“So how does that feel anyhow?” she asked. “How’s it feel to be put in your place by a woman ten years younger than you?”
“Um, humiliating Miss Pamela,” I said, looking into her eyes.
“I’ll bet,” She said, and with that she gave my balls one final squeeze, causing me to double over in agony.
As I lay there in complete humiliation, I heard Alison say “Pam, that was the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. You’re a total queen.”
“Believe me Alison, the pleasure was all mine.”
“We should do this again with my friend Katie. She’d love to see this.”
“Sounds good. We’ll switch things up a bit. I have to go, but he missed out on a good hard spanking. Next time, we’ll take turns.”
“Can’t wait!”
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