The Weekend has Started Pt. 01
As he walked to her car he couldn't help think......"how the fuck have I got into this situation?"
Pure weak will and being a shameful slut was probably the answer.
It had been a normal sunny Saturday morning and he'd gone to town to do a bit of shopping and just happened to let it slip to "her" where he was.
Of course she was about to head to town too, and was in a mood to have some fun.
So, it wasn't long before he was sat in her car, slipping into some pink girlie knickers she found it amusing for him to wear, and having some electro pads taped onto his cock.
She liked to tape them on hard as it stopped them from falling off, and stopped the blood flowing to his cock too much!
Much to her delight, she had a new wireless toy that meant she had total control over when the pain/pleasure/sensations from the pads hit him.
5 minutes later he was dressed again, a man to the casual glance, but a sissy under those blue jeans.
They walked to the local pub, the busiest in town, she wanted to see if he could keep it together with people around.
She'd let him have a beer, or two. A little alcohol made him even more of a slut. Alcohol, and a mixture of feeling horny, excited, nervous and an overwhelming feeling of shame was the perfect cocktail that meant she could do almost anything she wanted with him.
Plus it filled up his bladder, she might even get this pathetic cunt to piss himself later. Firstly it would make her smile, secondly she knew he wouldn't enjoy it and thirdly, as she squeezed those piss filled panties into his mouth he'd have no doubt about who was in charge.
Inside the pub she sat herself down and sent him to the bar. After waiting a couple of minutes it was his turn to order. Just as he started to talk, he felt the tingling sensation of the pads from the base of his cock to the already dripping wet helmet.
His heart raced, if she was feeling totally sadist she could just turn these electro pads up full and the pain and energy would probably double him over. But where was the fun in doing that so quickly?
As his sentence unfolded the sensations grew stronger, the intervals quite far apart until suddenly the frequency was increased so it felt like a million tiny needles jabbing into his cock over and over again.
He secretly bit down on his lip and glanced over his shoulder, there she was at the table with a sweet sadistic smile on her face.
She reduced the frequency and power as he paid for the drinks and carried them over to the table.
"Enjoy that?" she mocked?
"Not really!"
They sat for a moment making small talk, occasionally she'd give him a little shock, nothing too much but just a flavour of what was to come.
She was mad at him. He hadn't seen her in ages, and she was going to make him pay.
She knew ultimately, he enjoyed it all, but she liked making him do things she wanted. Having that power made her wet, seeing fear in his eyes made her wet, knowing this cunt who was 6ft 4in tall but was really just her little pathetic sissy bitch made her wet, feeling his heart race out of control made her wet.
She knew when he was horny he loved to get pegged, but when he wasn't horny he didn't like it at all.
He'd often beg to bent over and fucked but only when his dick was hard!
Today he was going to get fucked after he'd cum. She might fuck the horniness back into him eventually but it would be extra fun hearing him plead for mercy before that.
His beer slipped down nicely. Alcohol made him relaxed and light headed. He knew he was in trouble. He knew he wanted to please her.
"Look around" she demanded, "Only me and you know what a sissy you are!"
He glanced around, a gang of 8 girls, out early on a hen night sat nearby. A few old guys reading the racing papers and a mixture of couples and singles were dotted around oblivious to what was about to happen in front of them.
She secretly moved her hand to the controls and increased the power a little. His eyes widened as he felt the rush.
"Looks like the off button is broken" she teased and increased it more.
His hand gripped the end of the table and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he felt the intensity rise. If he wiggled around, the pads would move slightly, some positions more painful, others more pleasurable.
Over the next 10 minutes she increased the power more and more, but the pulse width was her real source of joy.
Turning the wheel slightly would change the pulses from as little as 1 a second to 100s and as she adjusted it back and forward he started to slowly flip like a fish caught on a line.
"Oh fuck!" he whispered under his breath!
His cock was being tortured, he was being tortured! And all in public.
The panties were starting to soak in precum but the tape was restricting his erection.
Millions of electro pin pricks where hitting his cock, he had to move around in his seat, try and act normal, sip his drink.
She laughed "I'm going to ruin you today!"
There were people in this pub he knew! Should he stop it now? No chance! He loved it TOO much!
Thank goodness no one was coming over to the table to talk! That would just be too much!
He wiggled around discreetly and found a position where the sensation hit the back of his helmet in the perfect position. The tape was now digging into he skin as his cock was desperate to expand.
"I'm going to cum if you don't stop it" he panted quietly.
"And after you do I'm taking you home and I'm going to fuck you with my biggest strap on before fucking you up so much you're going to remember this for weeks" she said with a hard stare into his eyes.
"I hope you're fucking ready for it? You might wish you'd never text me this morning."
She continued playing with the wheels on her remote, his head dropped and his shoulders rose as an earth shattering orgasm flooded through his body.
He wanted to scream, moan and wail but all he could do was sit in silence with his head down and eyes firmly closed.
She reduced the power and turned off the unit.
"Drink up, we're leaving" she demanded.
He did as he was told and stood up. His jeans were full of cum, he prayed it didn't seep through and give the game away.
A sloppy walk to the car followed, he felt embarrassed. Hopefully no one had noticed! And what was he in for now? She'd already told him it was going to be brutal.
10 steps ahead she walked briskly with a smile on her face. Her cunt was soaking. It wasn't really in the rules but he was going to be cleaning that up with his tongue later!
This was going to be a great day...
- Despite questioning how he ended up in this situation, he eagerly wore the pink knickers and submitted to electro pads, acknowledging his addiction to her dominance.
- In the crowded pub, the submissive man struggled to maintain his façade while experiencing the increasing frequency and intensity of the electro stims, all the while aware of his growing arousal and shame.
- As the afternoon turned into The Weekend has Started Pt. 01, the submissive man knew he was fully ensnared in his bdsm and femdom addiction, worshiping her every command.
- Despite his fear and humiliation, the submissive man was unable to resist his addiction, seeking her control over his body and surrender to her every command, hoping for the chance to serve her and atone for his sins.