(All characters are 18 or over. This is a cfnm fantasy, and focuses on fun and humiliation, not a realistic depiction. I hope you enjoy!)
Athena Heights was abuzz with excited chatter. At least among the female residents of this privileged and leafy town. For a special new store was opening up among the fancy fashion quarter of the high-street. It's ornate and glitzy refurbishment had been the source of much speculation and now the purpose of the store was finally revealed.
Lingerie.
Specifically: MALE lingerie. Dreamboyz was the proud creation of one Miss Ebony Williams. Ebony was a fashion designer by trade but had grown tired of the hypocrisy of women constantly being judged on their looks while men got away without having to be objectified. Dreamboyz was the counter to this. A daring new venture dedicated to putting men in thongs and g-strings all for the viewing pleasure of their wives and partners. No longer would jocks strut around with their macho ego's safe from ridicule. Now they would feel the need to dress up in sexy thongs and underwear to amuse the ladies in their lives.
Ebony had first experimented with this concept some six months back during her time as a part-time fashion design tutor at a nearby college in Natesville.
Ebony had caused quite a stir among the men on campus. She was a 34 year-old beautiful black woman nearly six foot tall (and higher with her infamous heels and boots that she often wore). Her pert c-cup boobs and her big bubble butt were always dressed to amaze in the most revealing blouses and short skirts Her huge defiant fro was her crowning glory. Ebony knew the power she had over men. She thought it was almost unfair on these college boys. Almost.
And so she had zero reservations when she had coerced some of her most handsome male fashion students at college to pose for her in some of her original creations. She may well have threatened their grades had they not complied, but was careful not to give any damning evidence in this regard.
Ebony had always had a wicked and devious streak when it came to manipulating men. When the college boys came reluctantly trooping into her classroom, wearing nothing more than a prototype flimsy thong, before the thunderous laughter of her female students and assembled female tutors, Ebony had noticed the delicious affect it had had on the boys. The sheer humility evident, in their bowed heads, their blushing cheeks as stood there sullen and powerless. The loss of any pretense that they were big swinging dicks on campus. Their cocksure demeanor all washed away, as the small sizes of their thong pouches exposed their secret shame to their female classmates, these were not men to be feared, but little boys with lame little dick energy.
Ebony had only received pushback from one of the boys. Liam, a cute little blonde boy, a freshman, barely 18. He had whined and whined afterwards and confronted Miss Williams alone after class one day. He whined, with tears in his eyes, that the girls were now calling him 'little dick'. That he couldn't stop thinking about the humiliation. But Ebony could see right through his pathetic pleas. Standing tall in her high heels, arms folded and her face in a cold, dispassionate frown, she told him to cut out that aggressive tone with her. She said they both knew the reason he kept replaying the moment of his humiliation at her hands in his head:
"It excites you."
