Just so I’m really clear here is a sample paragraph.

“She emailed me with instructions to arrive at her home 8am promptly. The condition for my visit was that I would serve her at any capacity she see fit.  My heart was racing but my cock was rock hard as I walked up to the door. My finger shook as I pressed the doorbell. Within a moment Mistress Josephine opened the door wearing a short black skirt, black sheer stockings, 4 inch patent leather stilettos, a white silk button down blouse with her beautiful long blonde hair pinned up on top of her head.  Once she invited me in she closed the door and ordered me to strip right there in the foyer.  Standing there naked she smiled at me, winked and then began inspecting my naked body as if I were nothing more then a piece of meat.  She then grabbed my cock in her hand, squeezing it while he smoky blue eyes stared right into mine, “This cock belong to me.”  Her smile was sexy, condescending and playful all at the same time. ”

It does NOT have to be female domination.  It just has to hot and about me.

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Meet my newest project “Willy Stupid Stick”. I call him stupid stick because his little penis makes him do the stupidest things.  Now he must earn the chance to stroke and release.  He must gratefully accept ANY challenge, no matter how humiliating it is. I have a rule…

You will comply with every order, no matter what it is. If for some reason you can not comply with that order (impossible or a limit) you must beg to punished. I use this to play my games. If I asked you to kick the top of a ten foot tree I would expect you to try and do it. When you realize you can not then you beg to be punished.  I might purposely pick things I know you can’t do just to make you beg and grovel. I might tease you while you beg to be punished and I might even figure out a way to seduce you into doing things you never thought you’d do.  This is a complex game that only intelligent & strong men can play. After all it takes a strong man to have the courage to please a woman this way.

Back to Stupid Stick… worthless little man that I adore.  Below is his report on a public humiliation assignment.  This is REAL, not fantasy. He did in fact earn an orgasm.

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I am called “Stupid Stick”, in reference to the worthless piece of meat dangling between my legs. This Sunday morning I carried out an assignment given to me by Goddess Josephine… a mission that would both please the Goddess, and publicly humiliate (but also arouse) me.

Per my Goddess’ instructions I went to Starbucks dressed in the outfit she instructed me to wear:

1.  A woman’s top, purchased by me last week in preparation for the assignment.  It is a bright red, scoop necked, short sleeved top with bloused (almost puffy) shoulders, and feminine stitching.

2. Lipstick.  The brand name is L.A. Colors.  The shade is “Dusty Rose”

3.  A small, belled, cat collar around my cock and balls so that I jingled while I walked.

4.  A small, lubed, butt plug in my ass.  No one else would know it was there, but I sure did.

5.  Panties.  Black, Victoria’s Secret briefs.

6.  A pair of baggy, khaki shorts that went well with my little girly top.

The assignment… I had to go to into Starbucks, and purchase Goddess Josephine a one pound bag of her favorite coffee to send to her (the Gold Coast Blend, if you’d also like to buy her some). I also had to place an order for myself (I chose a “Tall” Hot Chocolate), sit at a table and drink it, making sure everyone could see me.

Some miscellaneous observations and thoughts while carrying out the mission….

….I’ve been nervous about doing this for days, and now that I was carrying out the assignment it was even scarier than I thought it would be.  Ya know that feeling when you’re on a roller coaster and it’s too late to get off?  That’s how I felt.  My heart was racing like I was gonna have a heart attack, it felt like my stomach was in my throat, and had to take deep breathes to get up the nerve to keep going.
…. The woman’s top makes me look extra funny because you can see the top of my chest hair above the neckline.

…. two older guys (in their early-mid 60′s i’m guessing) were sitting at a table outside, near the door, talking.  When they saw me one of them made a disgusted sigh.  He must not have thought I was cute.

…. I went to the display that has all the different bags of coffee beans you could buy, and didn’t see any of the type Goddess Josephine asked for.  I went to the counter, ordered my hot chocolate, and asked if they had anymore bags of Gold Coast Blend.  The young lady at the counter, smiled (and I think suppressed a giggle) when she saw me in my woman’s shirt, and made up lips.  She looked in the same place I looked, didn’t find any, and lead me to a couple other areas in the store, which sort of put me on display for everyone in the place (about a dozen customers).  I don’t know if they really were. but it sure felt like everyone was staring at me, whispering about me, laughing, etc… I could feel myself blushing, and was also sweating from being embarrassed.  I was also getting stiff from the excitement, and uncomfortable with the toy jammed in my asshole.

…. We eventually found the one last bag in the place, which was lucky for me because then I didn’t have to go to another store in my outfit to carryout my task.

…. I can’t decide if I was happy or sad that people couldn’t hear my jingling “stupid stick” because of the music, conversation, and other sounds.

…. I still felt like I was the center of attention as I sat alone at my table, with my head lowered, sipping on my hot chocolate.  I don’t know if people were still looking at me, or if I was being self conscious.  It’s also hard to ignore when you’re sitting on a buttplug.

…. It’s a little thing, but I felt even sillier when I noticed the lipstick marks I was leaving on the lid as I drank.

…. Maybe the biggest humiliation came for me when I was leaving.  As I went to exit a couple of VERY cute young women were coming in.  I held the door open for them, they looked at me, LAUGHED OUT LOUD, thanked me, and one of them said “nice top” while still giggling.  I get rock hard thinking about it now.

…. I hope all of Goddess Josephine’s followers enjoyed me telling about my Sunday afternoon, because if I did a good job writing this she will let me cum (either on my face, or in my hand and then have to slurp it up).

“Stupid Stick” is hoping for many more fun, embarrassing, exciting assignments in the future.

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