Males are mere Playthings for Women

What Else are Males for

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.

 

 

Modern Males love frilly undies

modern male life

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.

 

Mmmmh see its not to big at all