Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

"Oh look... there it is... right where you left it!" Liza growled.

Peter was dumbstruck. How could they have missed it? In the middle of the floor, nothing else around it, the charging points were all clearly marked. It didn't make any sense.

"Oh! Hey Pee-pee..." a familiar voice called out.

He groaned. Of course she'd have something to do with this...

"Oh... you peed your pants..." Cece taunted him, strutting out from behind one of the pillars. "What a surprise!" she added sarcastically.

Peter had always had a weak bladder, and Cece had always had a nasty habit of putting him in positions where it was tested. And more often than not, he failed that test, much to her amusement.

"He managed to lose his car..." Liza said flatly. She eyed Cece suspiciously. "Do you know him?" She turned back to Peter, with a fire in her eyes, "do you know her?!"

"Oh... don't worry honey," Cece grinned smugly. "Me and Pee-Pee here are old news. He's all yours..." she glanced down at the wet patch on his pants, "assuming you still want him anyway."

She continued. "Sorry, Petey. I needed to borrow your car for a minute there. I still had the app on my phone to start it and, well it was just sat here. I brought it right back so, no harm, right?"

"Hope I didn't cause you any incontinence, Oh...! Inconvenience... I mean." she giggled.

Liza smirked. "Ohh... the infamous Cece I take it?"

"My reputation precedes me..." she giggled in confirmation.

Liza chuckled and then sighed. "Well... he'd told me you always found ways to humiliate him... but this...?" She gestured towards Peter's soaking pants and shook her head. "I think you've outdone yourself."

Cece nodded her head to acknowledge the compliment. "Thank you. I do my best!" She strode confidently up to get right in his face. As she stood, inches away with a sadistic smirk across her face, he once again felt a warm glow start to trickle down his legs. Liza gasped as she saw it happen, but Cece didn't break eye contact until she was sure he'd finished. Only then did she step back to fully admire her handiwork.

"It's too bad we didn't work out," she sighed wistfully before turning to Liza, "Pee-Pee here's a nice guy really. He just needs a good woman to make sure he doesn't get too big for his britches. Be a shame to have him to turn into one of these macho, Alpha-male types. Such assholes! Boys need to treat their girl with respect, and well... I'm sure he knows he needs to respect you now."

Liza giggled. She knew the type all too well. The more she thought about it, the more she figured this would be a great way to keep him in check.

Frankly, it was surprising more girls didn't do it.

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It’s the little things that get to me!

She stopped me mid-sentence… I veered from my pride explaining my wife’s preferences to keep me aroused but never climax. I had started to complain. No. Of course I feel like I need to cum. But No. I never need to. Of course my balls ached. No. It’s ok. They won’t burst. Of course I wanted to spurt. No. I never need to cum hard. She can pour me out slowly without a single twitch. Those gentle emissions are good enough for me. No hint of orgasm is needed. My real life experience cemented what I knew but didn’t want to accept. I could be kept aching, drooling precum and craving to cum indefinitely. No worry. No concern. No hesitation. I only got praise for my submission and about my wife.

My PA piercing was drooling pure and clear precum. My balls were full and ached for months. I was given permission to remain denied orgasms.

I was cherished, my wife was wonderful, I was a good boy. Brave, honest, and compliant.

It was hard to hear the truth. I never need to cum.