Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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As Pete and Cecilia walked in, she was immediately greeted with, “Cece! Always lovely to see you,” by the girl at the front desk. Obviously, they knew each other, and chatted away for a few minutes as Pete stood by, slightly awkwardly. Mostly due to the fact he was trying not to stare at either ladies’ considerable chest.

She escorted the two to a table.

Cece smiled, knowing that she gave him a real eyeful as she sat down. Her “dress” could easily be mistaken as some type of nightie, the type that women would only break out if they were really wanting to treat their man.

“See something you like…” the waitress asked, knowingly as she handed them their menus. She knew what Cece was having, she’d been there many times before. And of course, she also know what Pete would be getting; a certain little something added to his drink.

The restaurant, Bonnie's, catered to a certain clientele. Ladies who had a sadistic streak in them. Some enjoyed it as a first date, to show who'd be wearing the pants in the relationships, and who'd wet them. Others, preferred it as a last date situation, to humiliate a guy who had wronged them before dumping them.

And then there were those who were just there to watch. There were several "ladies only" booths positioned to give a good view of the tables where couples would be sat, so they could enjoy the show.

As Peter's drink was sat down in front of him, Cece winked at the waitress, who nodded back in recognition.

He didn’t say anything while they ate, but quickly became aware of a need to pee. Which made no sense as he'd hardly had anything to drink.

The waitress could tell he was getting squirmy as she came over to show the dessert menu. She knew Cece preferred an audience, and she was all for pleasing the customer.

“Care for a dessert, another beer perhaps...?” she asked, coyly.

Cece giggle a little. "he's barely touched the first one. I hope you're not just trying to be a cheap date. I'm all for women's empowerment but, I do like it when a guy splashes out for me..."

The waitress sniggered at that, before offering an alternative. "Maybe just can't handle his drink? I at least appreciate a man who tries to control himself. Some of our patrons end up causing themselves a lot of embarrassment."

"Mmm hmm..." Cece agreed, "there was that poor young man last time I was here. Must have had a few too many and... well... pssssss... he he he he...." She giggled childishly as she mimed a man wetting his pants.

The waitress nodded in agreement. Of course, they both neglected to mention that he had been there with Cece.

"We had a couple more recently," she added, "we had to close off the men's room after some vandalism. I'm pretty sure it was one of those crazy W.A.R.M. activists."

Cece laughed quite openly at Pete’s shocked reaction. "Oh! I take it you've heard of them? Well... I'm not a member myself but, I do think they're doing some great work!"

The waitress shrugged, "I don't know about that, but I'll grant you it was an interesting shift that night!"

He was starting to cotton on to the fact something was off about this place. As he looked around panicked, he noticed how many women were all staring intently in his direction. As he felt their gaze, his need to pee ramped up exponentially.

This was now an emergency. He had to...

Too late.

He gasped in shock as he felt his last ounce of self control slip away. It didn't even start with a trickle, his pee was steaming full force into his pants.

Cece was cracking up, as was the waitress. Even from the other side of the table, it was obvious she knew what was happening.

A chorus of giggles and the glare of a phone's camera light meant it was obvious to everyone else.

Cece tried to regain her composure. “Ahem… Um… I think we’ll skip dessert actually.” She grinned wickedly, as Pete cringed at the thought of having to stand up shortly. “I think Petey here would like to go home and change...”

“Of course… I'll just get you the bill…” she paused and looked down at Pete, "and a mop."

"Oh, thank you," Cece gushed before turning to Pete, "you know, the service is the reason I keep coming back to Bonnie's."

Source

The interrogation continued. The agent was now strapped to the frame, combat suit swapped for a glistening latex catsuit, rib crushing corset and full hood.

Her pretty eyes were the only thing on display, as the butch blonde came into the room to continue the work of the General. The pump gag was now buckled into the agent’s mouth and sadistically squeezed until comfort was no longer an option. The Amazon captor liberally groped her new toy and trailed a finger across the shiny body.

With the hitachi wand nearby, and the industrial tens machine, the agent would be in for a long night…..at least.

Cam Damage and Vespa in full latex catsuits

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