Jenna Ortega

wanna make out with a shy boy and make fun of him for getting hard from it

As Pete and Cecilia walked in, she was immediately greeted with, “Cece! Always lovely to see you,” by the girl at the front desk. Obviously, they knew each other, and chatted away for a few minutes as Pete stood by, slightly awkwardly. Mostly due to the fact he was trying not to stare at either ladies’ considerable chest.

She escorted the two to a table.

Cece smiled, knowing that she gave him a real eyeful as she sat down. Her “dress” could easily be mistaken as some type of nightie, the type that women would only break out if they were really wanting to treat their man.

“See something you like…” the waitress asked, knowingly as she handed them their menus. She knew what Cece was having, she’d been there many times before. And of course, she also know what Pete would be getting; a certain little something added to his drink.

The restaurant, Bonnie's, catered to a certain clientele. Ladies who had a sadistic streak in them. Some enjoyed it as a first date, to show who'd be wearing the pants in the relationships, and who'd wet them. Others, preferred it as a last date situation, to humiliate a guy who had wronged them before dumping them.

And then there were those who were just there to watch. There were several "ladies only" booths positioned to give a good view of the tables where couples would be sat, so they could enjoy the show.

As Peter's drink was sat down in front of him, Cece winked at the waitress, who nodded back in recognition.

He didn’t say anything while they ate, but quickly became aware of a need to pee. Which made no sense as he'd hardly had anything to drink.

The waitress could tell he was getting squirmy as she came over to show the dessert menu. She knew Cece preferred an audience, and she was all for pleasing the customer.

“Care for a dessert, another beer perhaps...?” she asked, coyly.

Cece giggle a little. "he's barely touched the first one. I hope you're not just trying to be a cheap date. I'm all for women's empowerment but, I do like it when a guy splashes out for me..."

The waitress sniggered at that, before offering an alternative. "Maybe just can't handle his drink? I at least appreciate a man who tries to control himself. Some of our patrons end up causing themselves a lot of embarrassment."

"Mmm hmm..." Cece agreed, "there was that poor young man last time I was here. Must have had a few too many and... well... pssssss... he he he he...." She giggled childishly as she mimed a man wetting his pants.

The waitress nodded in agreement. Of course, they both neglected to mention that he had been there with Cece.

"We had a couple more recently," she added, "we had to close off the men's room after some vandalism. I'm pretty sure it was one of those crazy W.A.R.M. activists."

Cece laughed quite openly at Pete’s shocked reaction. "Oh! I take it you've heard of them? Well... I'm not a member myself but, I do think they're doing some great work!"

The waitress shrugged, "I don't know about that, but I'll grant you it was an interesting shift that night!"

He was starting to cotton on to the fact something was off about this place. As he looked around panicked, he noticed how many women were all staring intently in his direction. As he felt their gaze, his need to pee ramped up exponentially.

This was now an emergency. He had to...

Too late.

He gasped in shock as he felt his last ounce of self control slip away. It didn't even start with a trickle, his pee was steaming full force into his pants.

Cece was cracking up, as was the waitress. Even from the other side of the table, it was obvious she knew what was happening.

A chorus of giggles and the glare of a phone's camera light meant it was obvious to everyone else.

Cece tried to regain her composure. “Ahem… Um… I think we’ll skip dessert actually.” She grinned wickedly, as Pete cringed at the thought of having to stand up shortly. “I think Petey here would like to go home and change...”

“Of course… I'll just get you the bill…” she paused and looked down at Pete, "and a mop."

"Oh, thank you," Cece gushed before turning to Pete, "you know, the service is the reason I keep coming back to Bonnie's."

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How many times can a guy actually come before you decide its enough? My subs' record is three because I start feeling bad lol but I'm a lot younger than you and I think you have a bigger sample size than me

I have a lot less mercy than you do haha just wait, you’ll get there eventually. Mercy wears off over the years and with more experience. The highest count of orgasms I gave a sub during one session is nine; mind you that won’t work with everyone, he was very responsive to prostate stimulation and had an easy time coming from it, so it was fun to wring the orgasms out of him, when he cried and begged and pleaded with me, but could do absolutely nothing about it, because I had him tied down nice and tight. By the end of it he was completely spent, the last two orgasms were completely dry and he was completely out of it. Nothing better that the flushed, fucked out look on a boy when you’re done with him. But yeah, he couldn’t really walk, I had to massage his arms and legs a little after being bound and basically carry him to the bathroom so I could shower him. I put some muscle relaxing oil on him, wrapped him up in bed and cuddled him while we talked about the experience. He said he never felt so relaxed mentally, but his muscles still hurt for a least a week lol