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.
