Samantha: “Greetings James, and welcome to the Femdom Division Store. This is Alicia, our greeter. [Samantha points to a young woman in a black jumpsuit] Remove all your clothing except for your underpants. And bring your credit card along with you. No special therapy on the fees. No exceptions.”
Alicia: “Hi Samantha. This must be the loser you were telling me about.”
(James: Alicia is Asian and looks like she's not a lot older than 19. She could be in high school. I do as I'm told and am now just wearing my tighty-whiteys)
Samantha: “Yes, he's a Femdom writer and he’s agreed to promote the store.”
Alicia: “Great. Seems like he's one particular of our typical wimpy worms, huh?”
Samantha: [Smiling] “Really Alicia, do you believe we'd have a real man interested in writing about our department retailer?”
Alicia: [Laughing] “No, of course not. Anyway, he picked a fantastic time to go to. It's busy as normal nowadays. There's an insane amount of Female-over-male wallet-raping heading on as we speak. [She checks her clipboard] The store is currently full and there is a cue inside holding pen.”
Samantha: “Fabulous! James, just so you know, we let 12 of your fellow male losers inside primary retailer at any one time. In case you look off to your appropriate, you'll see there is another, let's see, five, six, seven dipshits waiting their chance to be humiliated. We call that our ‘holding pen.' But I'm heading to enable you to bypass that since you are with me.”
(James: I admit to being surprised that I'm obtaining the full therapy here. At the exact same time, I can feel a tingle between my thighs. These girls know how to speak the talk)
Alicia: “Want me to give him the usual introduction, Sam?”
Samantha: “Please.”
Alicia: “Welcome for the Femdom Division store, loser. Please carefully read the directions on your way in. Also, please be advised you'll find completely no ejaculations [she glances down at my crotch] allowed until final checkout. Any premature org-spasms prior to final checkout will lead to immediate ejection from the premises. Have fun. You are able to be assured all our Ladies will enjoy humiliating you and taking your money!”
Samantha: [looking down at my groin] “Look Alicia! Judging from the miniature lump in his panties, your words are currently having an effect on him.”
(James: Samantha reaches out and tweaks my groin via my underwear, which causes me to shiver with excitement)
Alicia: [laughing] “Well, like you say Samantha. They do not have any self control, which is why we have no option but to handle them ourselves.”
(James: I apologize to them for currently being genuinely excited about becoming granted a guided tour by her. Samantha escorts me toward the entrance for the shop. Just prior to entering I appear off to my proper and notice a makeshift jail cell. Seven men are lined up. They are all naked and on their knees. All of them are holding their credit cards submissively in their hands in front of them as though they are giving it as an offering to your Goddesses. The men are a assortment of ages. Most are overweight and most are not so properly endowed. Inside the jail cell is a sign with a list of rules: 1. Refer to all superior Females inside the department retailer as ‘Ma'am' at all times. 2. Do not speak unless a superior Female speaks you to. 3. Any failure to show total obedience to Female commands can and will result in treatment having a cattle prod, blackmail, and extra extortion.)
Samantha: “You pin-dicks are all of the exact same. [She laughs and turns to me] My Director of Advertising and I have accomplished a fair amount of research on our marketplace, and we estimate you will find 50 to 75 million males in this country with penises less than six inches long when erect. Most of them are wimps. It's no wonder we've been able to raise so much venture capital in such a short quantity of time. I currently have stores getting built in New York, Los Angeles, and Cleveland”
(James: “We open a door and are immediately met by a young woman working a cash register who Samantha introduces as Leah. Leah, a blonde who wears makeup and puts her hair back inside the preferred ponytail look, is slightly chubby and big-breasted. She wears a light purple pants suit)
Leah: “Hi Sam. Why does this jackass have his panties on?”
Samantha: “He's that writer idiot I was telling you about.”
Leah: “Oh. Forgive me if I'm out of line, but I really feel as although he ought to be exposed.”
Samantha: [turning to me] “You know what, James. She's completely correct. I don't know why I'm giving you unique treatment. You are no various than the rest of the pervs who come in right here. Leah, would you like to have the honors of exposing his tiny secret for us?”
Leah: [lighting up] “My pleasure!”
(James: Leah actions behind me and pokes her head above my shoulder. “You're going to discover in right here there's no place for wimps to hide,” she says in my ear. In one swift motion, she yanks down my underpants causing my four-inch boner to pop out in full view of her and Samantha. Both point and laugh. Leah reaches around with her pointer finger and gives the head a great flick)
Leah: “Well, now we know why he wanted to maintain his underpants on. Take a look at that teensy small penis.”
Samantha: [laughing] “Not a massive surprise. And judging from his extremely aroused state it looks as though he enjoys being reminded of how pathetic it is.”
Leah: “My boyfriend's cock is literally double the size of that. Now, fork over your credit card like the rest of these losers before I personally take you more than my knee and spank you like the sissy bitch that you're!”
Samantha: “You'd far better do what she says, James.”
(James: I was hoping to keep away from this for all the publicity I'd be obtaining them, but no such luck)
Leah: “That'll be $300 of your Hard earned income. Like taking candy from a baby.”
Samantha: “What do you say, James.”
James: “Thanks for taking my challenging earned cash, Miss Leah.”
Samantha: “Good. She's 23, by the way, which means you just got exposed and wallet-raped by a woman more than a decade younger than you. Yet, look at how weak you are with you little stiffie. You see how ridiculously easy it is for us Females to control an ass-clown like you?
James: “Yes ma'am.”
(James: Samantha throws her head back and issues a high-pitched feminine laugh, reflecting her sheer joy. I admire her as her beauty intensifies during her moment of happiness)
Samantha: “Drag your naked ass right this way, James. Follow your four-inch boner.”
Leah: “Bu-bye, loser. Have fun getting destroyed in there.”
(James: Samantha leads me toward the department store area)
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