The Date Part Four

She unzipped me and my dress fell in a puddle around my feet.

Like all males I was well used to being humiliated by women but as I stood in my frilly undies the women laughing and clapping I felt tears beginning to come.

I carried on serving conscious of the hands that were now exploring every part of my near naked body.

There was no escape, I was helpless and effectively a prisoner.

Women are stronger physically than men and there was no way I could escape.

Anyway to try and do so would probably antagonise them and they would hurt me.

At least I was only being humiliated and though the constant groping was embarrassing it was again something I was well used to.

Whilst I did not understand poker, I did notice that my date had less money in front of her than some of the others and deduced from this that she was losing.

As the game went on I saw her push the last of her cash in to the pot.

Her opponent was an unpleasant woman who I did not like. She was a frequent customer at the bar where I worked and was very free with her hands.

She was big and powerful and had often tried to get in my panties.

“Double you.” She said to my date, pushing more cash in to the pot.

My date had no more cash.

“I’ll bet Sally and see you” She said.

“For how long.” The woman replied. A hush had descended on the room. I felt the colour drain from my face as I realised what my date had done.

“You can have her for the rest of the night and tomorrow.” I shuddered as I realised what was happening.

The cards were upturned and my date’s full house was beaten by the woman’s four aces. She had won me.

The watching women all clapped and cheered, although my date looked a bit sheepish.

“Well come on Sally time for us to leave.” Smirked the woman.

“You’re not such a stuck up bitch now are you?”

I bent to pick up my dress from the floor and put it back on, looking round for my date to zip me up.

She at least did that.

The woman put her arm around me and dragged me to the door teetering on my high heels. The remainder of the gang called out remarks.

“Have fun.” Bring him back in one piece.” And from one “Fuck the arse off him.

With no difficulty the woman picked me up and put me over her shoulder.

I tried to kick my legs but she held them fast with me hanging down feebly beating her back.

I needn’t have bothered putting my dress back on, because in the humiliating and helpless position I was in, everything was on show.

My dress was around my waist, not that the women had not seen much of me that night anyway.

With one arm holding my legs securely, I felt her other hand groping and caressing my bottom.

Despite my predicament it felt almost sensuous and enjoyable. I felt my resistance melting away 

 

 

 

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The Date Part 3

A drink was put in my hand, no one asked what I wanted, I was a mere male and therefore in this female dominated world brainless useful for only one thing.

 

The girls talked about girly things like rugby whilst I stood submissively by my date, her hand resting on my bottom showing her ownership of me.

 

After a while I spied and empty chair and suggested that I go and sit down. In my ultra high heels standing in one position with my feet close together was beginning to make my feet ache a little.

 

I sat down, smoothing my skirt beneath me as far as it would. It was quite short.

 

I sat submissively knees tightly together.

 

The women towered above me, my date absently draping her hand over my breast and almost absently caressed my nipple. Another exercise in ownership.

 

The bar was becoming more and more crowded, mainly with female customers.

The bar staff were being harassed all the time by the aggressive females.

One very pretty boy I knew had had his skirt tucked in his panties and was constantly being groped and pinched. I could clearly see his poor bottom covered in red marks and his stockings had been laddered.

Bar staff had to look perfect all the time and he would be disciplined by the bar manager for having laddered stockings. He would probably receive an over the knee spanking which would add to the pain that had already been inflicted on him.

At least I wasn’t working all I had to do was look pretty.

The evening wore on and my date and her friends became more and more merry.

There were six of them and they decided they would go back to my date’s house and continue the evening playing poker,

“Great.” I thought. “Even more boredom.

We piled in to the cars and drove off.

On the way my date slid his hand up my nylon clad thigh.

“You’ll look after the catering babe won’t you.”

“Of course I will honey.” I replied inwardly seething.

My one night off and I was going to become a waitress for a group of drunken women, no different to every other night of the week.

We arrived at her house and I busied myself pouring drinks for the women and preparing and serving little snacks.

The fact that they were there to serve made me realise that the way the evening had gone had been planned.

The women got rowdier and rowdier.

“I think our little waitress has got too many clothes on.” One of them said laughing.

The others all agreed and my date by now much the worse for wear whispered. “Get the dress off they only want a bit of fun.”

 

 

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The Date Part 2

I parted my legs slightly to allow her hand easier access to my sensitive parts moaning with pleasure as her tongue explored my mouth.

“We are going to a bar tonight babe.” She said as she put the car in to gear and accelerated away.

“Great.” I replied trying to smooth my skirt back down.

That was the least that I wanted to do. I worked six nights a week in a bar and spending the seventh in one was not attractive.

As I bar girl I expected to be touched up and groped, but as a trophy boy friend I would also receive the same treatment. The majority of customers in a bar would be female; the few males were regarded as fair game even in the company of girl friends who generally spent the evening chatting to other girls leaving their dates isolated and vulnerable.

“Afterwards we are going back to my place, I’ve got a big surprise for you and tomorrow you can tidy the place up for me.”

There was no discussion to be had.

I knew what the big surprise would be it would be a big strap on which she would use on me to satisfy her own needs whist giving little thought for mine. With luck she would not climax too quickly so I might have some pleasure and she might caress my tits which would be nice.

Usually she would push in a few time and climax and that would be that.

“Mmmmh.” I murmured.” Do we have to go to the bar you know I love it when you fuck me.”

She laughed. “I know babe I know you love my little toys inside you. But I want to see the girls tonight so you will have to wait a bit.”

She took her hand off the steering wheel and stroked the inside of my leg.

I kept quiet there was no point in arguing. I would end up over her knee with my skirt and slip up getting a spanking if I annoyed her and that would be humiliating and painful.

We turned in to the bar car park at speed stopping with a screech of brakes.

There were already a number of cars there. All sleek sports cars and I could hear the music coming from inside. Too make matters worse it was the bar I worked in.

She came round and opened the door for me, leering as I slung my legs out and stood up.

She obviously appreciated the view I gave her of my stocking tops and frilly undies.

As we walked across the car park her hand slid from my waist to my bum tracing her finger in the crack of my arse my flimsy dress offering no protection what so ever making me feel horny.

She opened the door and I followed her in to the crowded bar and across to were a group of her friends were congregated.

As we walked I felt my bottom being groped and even my dress being lifted by several of the inebriated customers.

When we finally reached her group, I was greeted with open mouth kisses with tongues going in to my mouth deeply my bottom being squeezed as I was tightly hugged.

I could clearly feel that in addition to my date, her friends were also wearing strap-ons.

I wondered what the evening held and once again reflected was the role of modern men just to be eye candy and sex slaves.

 

 

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The Date Part One

Tonight I had a date and needed to take particular care that I looked good for it.
Like any other male in this female dominated world who was going on a date, I needed to look hot and attractive.

So I spent some time in the shower using perfumed gel and also ensuring my body was totally hairless and smooth, before dressing in my sexiest undies.

 
Firstly the tightly laced corset helped by my flat mate which gave me the petite hour glassed figure which women required their males to have.

I fastened the corset suspenders to the lacy tops of my black sheer stockings and ensured that my penis restraint, which males are required to wear at all times, was correctly in position securely restraining my peenie.
 
The choice of whether to wear stockings or tights was easy although tights were more comfortable and gave males more freedom of movement, women preferred us to wear stockings.

 So if we wished to please we did even if wearing very short skirts exposed our panties and stocking tops.

I put on my matching pink frilly bra and panties and half slip before sitting to do my make up and long blonde hair.

I spent a long time making sure I looked perfect eventually satisfied I put on the short black dress I had selected for the evening.

It was fairly short although covering my stocking tops, it also was low cut exposing my cleavage which like most males had been enhanced by the regular doses of female hormones we were required to take.

At last I was ready with a little time to spare.

Women require there dates to be punctual and it was not unusual for tardiness to be punished.

This was a female dominated world, women held total power. Males were relegated to a submissive feminised role only carrying out menial jobs as maids, secretaries or the like anything which did not require too much thought.

Our role was to serve the superior women who were the movers and shakers in our society.
If we were lucky a male might get married and become a wife although the role would remain the same. Keep house and satisfy her husband sexually.

As a single male I had to earn a menial wage as a bar attendant, it paid just enough to enable me to afford to flat share.

Six nights a week I served the female customers suffering there crude comments, smiling as their hands groped under my skirt or caressed my breasts.

This was my night off and I new that to thank my date I would have to satisfy her sexual needs. I would almost certainly be required to use my tongue and submit to the strap-on she would almost certainly be wearing. Whether I would have any pleasure was uncertain.

I heard the car horn blast and quickly saying goodbye to my flat mate Paula I hurried to the door and out to the waiting car. I got in to the car as elegantly as the short dress allowed and received an affectionate kiss from my date who also took the opportunity of sliding her hand under my dress to caress my nylon clad thighs and my satin encased peenie.

 

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Uncertain Times Part 13

 We were absolutely helpless with our hands tied behind us bound together and wearing shoes that only enabled us to take mall mincing steps we were unable to protect ourselves from the groping hands of the mob of women.

Worse it was obvious that vast quantities of alcohol had been consumed by the mob and in their drunken state we were there to add to their pleasure.

The way we had been forced to dress and in our bound state it only inflamed the mob even more.

We were pulled through the crowd by our leashes, our nipples constantly groped and pinched, our bottoms pinched and spanked and our peenies squeezed.

One woman got behind me her hands holding my breasts she pulled me back viciously so I could feel the hardness of her strap-on against my bottom.

Fortunately the constant pull of the leash dragged me away from her otherwise I think she would have taken me with it publicly there and then.

The gags prevented us from crying out aloud and stifled any protest which would anyway have been useless. We knew we were lower in status to these barbarians than their household pets.

Tears were rolling down our faces as the crowd began to thin in a final act of humiliation; the officer spurred his horse in to a trot.

We had to run in our heels, forcing our restrained peenies to bounce up and down much to the amusement of the remaining watchers and the escorting soldiers.

At last the procession turned in to a walled compound and we were allowed to collapse on the ground whilst our captors dispersed leaving only one of their number to guard us.

We sat on the ground, a picture of total subjugation. We knew there was not an ounce of resistance left.

Outside the compound we could hear the celebrations continuing. Fireworks exploded as the rebel city celebrated its victories.

We were eventually unshackled and allowed to rest.

The following morning make up and clothing renewed we were paraded at a slave market.

Prospective purchasers inspected us including our most intimate parts after which we were auctioned.

I was purchased by a brothel owner and perhaps my life is not bad.

I am kept clean, nicely made up and clothed in very nice if somewhat revealing clothing.

As long as I please the punters punishment is infrequent.

So I perform nightly. I dress sexily, my face is made up and I give pleasure submitting to the insatiable demands of my captors.

 I kneel at their feet using my tongue to satisfy them or I let them use my boy pussy with their large strap-ons. Oh how women seem to enjoy thrusting in to a male arse.

I lie across their laps kicking prettily as they spank my bottom or I lie in their arms as my breasts and littly peenie are caressed as they arouse me before using me to satisfy their lust.

In this female led society what else can a helpless male do it is our duty to please.

Get your lips around my cock sissy bitch

 

I ain't going to lubricate it with anything else so on your knees and start sucking.

Another day at the office

Spread your cheeks bitch I want to hear you squeal

 

Oh please Mistress its so big please be gentle