Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

You know you are an inferior male that doesn’t deserve the attention of the fairer, superior sex. I am willing to give you attention however, if you are willing to accept long term chastity in increasingly smaller cages. Your choice is loneliness or a shrinking dick. More and more men are facing this choice these days because women are now empowered. Now get on your knees or get lost. Smart choice boy. Let’s get you locked.

"That thigh meat looks good, right?" Stunned that I had been clearly caught gawking at the blonde in pink bikini bottoms. I began to turn to see who whispered that in my ear but instead I was shoved up against the bar, where in my wait to be serve my eyes were wandering.

"Nuh uh. I'll let you enjoy her." A female voice blew into my ear. "Actually let me help out. Look back over there." My gaze shifted back to the blonde, admiring her cute bumcheeks jutting out, and her soft thighs and calves. The stranger's hand dipped into the front of my pants. I resisted initially but she pushed be back against the bar. "Just enjoy" she continued.

To those around us it may have been looking like we were a couple cuddling in the corner. But the reality was I being slowly jerked off by my assailant.

"Just let it happen. See, she's my friend. And she knows I love to wind up little men like you sexually" Her hand picked up pace. "So she humours me when we catch someone who stared at her a bit too much." The blonde started to rock her hips back and worth as she was in her conversation. This confirmed what I was being told. It also led to me to start leaking pre cum.

Not wanting to mess my pants in public I went to push off from the bar. But again I was slammed back. "Do not resist. It will just turn you on more, hun." the woman insisted. She was right. My cock grew. The wet spot grew. My groans grew louder.

"That's it. Now let it go." she now had her hand moving at light speed. The blonde was flexing her ass to my delight. And I came, moaning loudly and getting the attention of those nearby. I huddled away in my shame as my torturer laughed and wiped her hands on my shirt.