Short End Of The Stick

Harold liked this club. They had a certain Domination service … it was kept quiet, but if you knew what to do, you could get it. Knowing what to do basically just meant tipping the right people – very well.  As a result, a couple times a month he could get … relief. He called it therapy, just to make it seem better even though he was the only one who knew about it.  There was a VIP “restroom”. Once there, there was a window in the wall of each stall at about waist level. You just dropped your pants and put what you had in the window. Small, feminine hands would come from the other side of the wall and do the rest.  Harry was embarrassed about his size. He wasn’t so worried here. They never saw your face, nor you theirs anyway, so it was no big deal. Today … was different. Mistress Jenna had had enough. She hated working here. The men were basically pigs. Very few actuallly WASHED. Some ordered you to suck it. Most called the girls whores. So today, she had her purse close by; no one had noticed her sneak it in. She knew the small dick guy was there, and she knew he woud come to her window as usual.  This time, she grabbed it as soon as he was in. “OW! Hey, what!” he started. She held him so he couldn’t escape. “What is THIS thing?” she mocked. “Hey, boy, you need to be at least 21 to come in here!” “What?? I am!” Harry yelled. “Oh you are not. You’re not even fully formed. Look at this – a baby has more.” With that, she clicked the cock cage over it and locked him in.  “Hey! Hey, what the fu…. take this off right now!” “So long, Tiny,” Jenna said, picking up her purse and heading for the door. “Tell you what – come back next week, and I’ll send the key so you can get out after a week. …………….Maybe.” And ten she walked out the door, leaving Harry on the other side of the wall, desperately trying to work his way out of the Bdsm cage!

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