Caught viewing femdom pornography on his office PC, hunky Sales Manager Davis Bryant is faced with an unenviable decision; face the wrath of the management board or submit to unorthodox retribution at the hands of the I.T Manager, Dayna O’Neill. Not an easy choice under the best of circumstances but even more formidable when, like Davis, you are woefully under-equipped in the trouser department.
*This story contains scenes of female domination, CFNM and small penis humiliation and is intended for mature audiences only. Please do not download, or read any further, if such material is likely to offend.*
EXCERPT:
“So, Mr rugby player stud,†she purred, a wry smile forming on her bright red lips, “how do you think that weapon of yours compares to other guys. I presume, given your sporting prowess, that you’ve managed to at least sneak a peek at your team mates in the changing room or the showers.â€
Davis gulped. His eyes, unable to meet Dayna’s persistent glare for more than a few seconds, dropped to the floor. “It’s a bit smaller,†he whispered in barely audible tones.
“It’s...it’s a bit smaller,†the Sales Manager repeated in a not much louder voice.
“A bit?†Dayna questioned. “That’s a slight understatement, don’t you think?â€
Davis gulped once again, and nodded.
“Then I think you should declare it out loud,†Dayna laughed, reaching down and picking up the camera once again. “I want you to say, for the camera, my name is Davis Bryant and I’ve got a very small willy. Got that?â€
Davis’s cheeks flushed as he shook his head. “Miss O’Neill, I, I c-can’t...â€
“Davis!†she snapped loudly. “Can’t is not a word that you have the luxury of using anymore. If I tell you to do something, well, you’re hardly in a position to refuse, are you? So, let’s not -mess about with half-hearted refusals and futile denials. You know what I want you to say, and, in a nice, confident, bold voice too please!†She pointed the camera at the trembling Sales Manager and silently signalled for him to proceed.
Davis heard the words, but couldn’t quite believe that they were originating from his own mouth; “My name is Davis Bryant and I’ve got a very small willy,†echoed almost deafeningly around the room as though they had been broadcast through a thousand speakers. Davis watched in abject resignation as Dayna slowly panned the camera down his naked body towards his seemingly shrinking manhood. The ruler still pressed against his withered organ, all Davis could do was breathe deeply and look straight ahead as Dayna diligently captured the incriminating footage.