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My cock was hard, pulsing in my pants. I unzipped my trousers and wrapped a fist around my cock as I watched her. It wasn’t the fact that she was humiliating that poor fucker that turned me on, but the fact that I knew exactly what made her uncomfortable, what made her nervous, the kinds of games I could play to screw with her head.
Just like she was doing to that club member.
Her heel jabbed his throat, making him choke, but then he moaned in pleasure. She scoffed.
“Don’t be so annoying,” she said. “Give me your phone.” He did as he was told, entering his fingerprint to unlock the screen. She flipped to his Dahlia District app. “Now, how much will you pay today, Little Pee?” She swiped through, then pushed an arrow, increasing the dollar amount. “Shall we empty your sad little bank account?”
“Please, Goddess, I need that money—”
“Well, you should have thought of that before you stepped foot in this place. Isn’t that right, Pee?” She pushed the arrow as far as it would go, until it flashed red, indicating that he had no more funds to transfer to her account. “Don’t stop playing with your sad excuse for a cock. It isn’t a cock, is it?” She laughed. “More like a chicken, huh? A baby bird. All nestled in your little lap.”
He fucked himself harder, and she leaned down, holding the phone in front of his face. She put her heel in his balls, grinding it into him as he moaned. “Once I hit this button, it’s all mine, isn’t it, Pee?” He grunted in response. “You’re going to come as I press this button. Because it feels good, doesn’t it? It feels good to let go of your inhibitions and let me take control. You don’t have to worry about being pathetic anymore. You can just be. Your brainless, shoe-fucking, worthless self.”
I groaned, fucking myself harder too. Iris was a cold-hearted domme. I had always expected she was heartless, but it was different seeing her at work. In the flesh. Fucking with this man’s entire existence.
“Come now, Pee. Make your little baby bird come for me.”
She clicked the button and he instantly came all over his hands, gurgling out a moan, and she leaned back in the chair and laughed, satisfied with herself. She crossed her legs again, draping them over the arm of the chair, and his whole body twitched, as if he had actually been screwing her and had worn himself out. But he had hardly laid a hand on her.
“Be a good little Sweetie Pie and clean up your mess,” she said dismissively, gesturing at his hands. The man licked up his ejaculate, like an unsuspecting animal. “Thank you, Sweetie Pie.”
“My pleasure, Goddess.”
I came, the come spurting out in hot squirts on my hand. A tissue box was to the side. I cleaned myself up, dumping the evidence into the empty wastebasket. It was better to come now so that I wouldn’t be tempted to fuck her right then.
Because Iris needed to learn a lesson.
Bringing a strong woman like Iris to her knees, a woman who proudly had her submissive pets call her Goddess, would be rich. I imagined her begging to come, looking up at me, as I sat in that same chair, looking down on her.
If Iris was going to humiliate a man like that, she had better learn to enjoy eating what she served.
