u/Effective-Dominion91

I mean my hands did grip them and pull them down, but I couldn't help it. You just got home from the gym and I want to remind you of how small and weak you are:) I wanted to laugh at the tighty whites you've been hiding while lifting heavy weights with your friends showcasing how strong you could be while your masculine body stands strong and confident. But then you come home, you walk in and see a paddle in my hand, but even worse, you see the hook hanging behind me in the living room waiting for your waistband. I'll grap your face, your cheeks between my fingers and squeeze, your squishy face turning red while you try to smile as I kiss your neck, then your chin, then your lips, all while my paddle starts gently tapping your growing bulge as your slutty little mind starts racing, wondering how my imagination will have you- what kinky ideas I've been calculating the moment you left. Once there's a little wet spot on your undies, my lips will stop teasing your body, and then I'll watch you walk to the bathroom to take a shower. On the sink, you'll see your chastity cage, you'll see an XXL pair of fruit of the looms tighty whities, and you'll see a long rope. You'll wonder, stiff as a rock but not allowed to stroke or tease, while the shower cleans and moisturizes your body, and once you step out, I'll be waiting with just a robe on. I'll fluff your wet hair, patting you like a puppy and playing with your hair, then watch as you dress, your cock barely able to hide under the fabric as it stands at attention begging to be played with. My hand will instead push your head down and you'll lower to your knees. Youll try to watch me walk to the side of you and you'll feel my hands as I press on your lower back to make you arch, then I'll attach the rope through your leg holes of the tighty whities and once it's secured, I'll walk to the front of you and stand with my feet between your hands as I pull the rope up and admire the fabric sliding up and your undies becoming a humiliating thong that's wedgied between your cheeks splitting you apart. I'll make you crawl and move from the bathroom to the living room- I may sit on your back and ride, but I also love keeping that rope tightly in my hands as I stand ovet you so I see your wedgie digging deeper and deeper into your cheeks.

Should I start with the paddle? Or should I have you kiss my feet and say, "Thank you," while I undo the rope and grip your waistband in my palms to bounce you repeatedly on the carpet until the fabric is stretched enough to be pulled over your eyes and nose, keeping your mouth available to listen as you moan and squeal.

Don't be surprised if you have to say your vows while dangling from a set-up metal bar at the alter. Our friends can watch, or just the pastor can laugh with me as you try saying, "I do" while your underwear stretches out of your black dress pants and you dangle and sway by the hanging wedgie while the beach waves ride up under us.

I want a man who knows how deeply the wedgies be given daily- hourly when we're on vacation and I already supplied you with a new 8 pack to be stretched, pulled, yanked, and ripped off of you. A jock lock wedgie while you're spread apart on the kitchen table as I'm setting up dinner. Sometimes I'll leave my mimosa on your button so the cold makes you squirm and squeal as you try to balance it with your waistband pulled around your ankles. Your chastity cage leaking, dripping and making a stain the front that, when I notice, my pointer and thumb will start to gently squeeze on and massage so you can cream and beg for the pleasure to never stop but OOPS- it's ruined since you forgot to arch and ask for permission. But don't worry, I'll have your hands tied to the ceiling so your body is fully pulled and stretched, displaying every inch that can be seen inbetween you and the atomic wedgie pulled over your eyes and nose, I'll leave your mouth open in case I want to suck in your bottom lip, and I'll leave a hole cut open in the front so your throbbing, stiff cock stands at attention when my palm grasps it and wraps around to tease. Don't cum without permission, or maybe you'll need to clean it up with those undies pulled over your head, your fabric being the mob while I find a paddle to turn everything all red and hot.

Don't be surprised if you have to say your vows while dangling from a set-up metal bar at the alter. Our friends can watch, or just the pastor can laugh with me as you try saying, "I do" while your underwear stretches out of your black dress pants and you dangle and sway by the hanging wedgie while the beach waves ride up under us.

I want a man who knows how deeply the wedgies be given daily- hourly when we're on vacation and I already supplied you with a new 8 pack to be stretched, pulled, yanked, and ripped off of you. A jock lock wedgie while you're spread apart on the kitchen table as I'm setting up dinner. Sometimes I'll leave my mimosa on your button so the cold makes you squirm and squeal as you try to balance it with your waistband pulled around your ankles. Your chastity cage leaking, dripping and making a stain the front that, when I notice, my pointer and thumb will start to gently squeeze on and massage so you can cream and beg for the pleasure to never stop but OOPS- it's ruined since you forgot to arch and ask for permission. But don't worry, I'll have your hands tied to the ceiling so your body is fully pulled and stretched, displaying every inch that can be seen inbetween you and the atomic wedgie pulled over your eyes and nose, I'll leave your mouth open in case I want to suck in your bottom lip, and I'll leave a hole cut open in the front so your throbbing, stiff cock stands at attention when my palm grasps it and wraps around to tease. Don't cum without permission, or maybe you'll need to clean it up with those undies pulled over your head, your fabric being the mob while I find a paddle to turn everything all red and hot.

I can't wait until I've found that weak little nerd who wants to play uno every night so he can constantly lose and get stripped down one piece at a time. Once all that's left is your tighty whities, I'll pull them up over the chair and tease your wet bulge with my toes while laughing as I grip it and pull you forward so you have to slide further away from the chair and feel those undies digging deeper into your booty.

Spankings to make your cheeks red, so every time I play a draw4, you also get four paddles in an atomic.

You'll always want to lose when married to me, you'll want to be humiliated and teased around like a little slutty dog with your undies stretched over the stairs railing as you stand on tippy toes and hope my lips stop working around the exposed tip from where I cut a hole in the front so you're open and played with.

I can't wait until I've found that weak little nerd who wants to play uno every night so he can constantly lose and get stripped down one piece at a time. Once all that's left is your tighty whities, I'll pull them up over the chair and tease your wet bulge with my toes while laughing as I grip it and pull you forward so you have to slide further away from the chair and feel those undies digging deeper into your booty.

Spankings to make your cheeks red, so every time I play a draw4, you also get four paddles in an atomic.

You'll always want to lose when married to me, you'll want to be humiliated and teased around like a little slutty dog with your undies stretched over the stairs railing as you stand on tippy toes and hope my lips stop working around the exposed tip from where I cut a hole in the front so you're open and played with.

I mean my hands did grip them and pull them down, but I couldn't help it. You just got home from the gym and I want to remind you of how small and weak you are:) I wanted to laugh at the tighty whites you've been hiding while lifting heavy weights with your friends showcasing how strong you could be while your masculine body stands strong and confident. But then you come home, you walk in and see a paddle in my hand, but even worse, you see the hook hanging behind me in the living room waiting for your waistband. I'll grap your face, your cheeks between my fingers and squeeze, your squishy face turning red while you try to smile as I kiss your neck, then your chin, then your lips, all while my paddle starts gently tapping your growing bulge as your slutty little mind starts racing, wondering how my imagination will have you- what kinky ideas I've been calculating the moment you left. Once there's a little wet spot on your undies, my lips will stop teasing your body, and then I'll watch you walk to the bathroom to take a shower. On the sink, you'll see your chastity cage, you'll see an XXL pair of fruit of the looms tighty whities, and you'll see a long rope. You'll wonder, stiff as a rock but not allowed to stroke or tease, while the shower cleans and moisturizes your body, and once you step out, I'll be waiting with just a robe on. I'll fluff your wet hair, patting you like a puppy and playing with your hair, then watch as you dress, your cock barely able to hide under the fabric as it stands at attention begging to be played with. My hand will instead push your head down and you'll lower to your knees. Youll try to watch me walk to the side of you and you'll feel my hands as I press on your lower back to make you arch, then I'll attach the rope through your leg holes of the tighty whities and once it's secured, I'll walk to the front of you and stand with my feet between your hands as I pull the rope up and admire the fabric sliding up and your undies becoming a humiliating thong that's wedgied between your cheeks splitting you apart. I'll make you crawl and move from the bathroom to the living room- I may sit on your back and ride, but I also love keeping that rope tightly in my hands as I stand ovet you so I see your wedgie digging deeper and deeper into your cheeks.

Should I start with the paddle? Or should I have you kiss my feet and say, "Thank you," while I undo the rope and grip your waistband in my palms to bounce you repeatedly on the carpet until the fabric is stretched enough to be pulled over your eyes and nose, keeping your mouth available to listen as you moan and squeal.

I mean my hands did grip them and pull them down, but I couldn't help it. You just got home from the gym and I want to remind you of how small and weak you are:) I wanted to laugh at the tighty whites you've been hiding while lifting heavy weights with your friends showcasing how strong you could be while your masculine body stands strong and confident. But then you come home, you walk in and see a paddle in my hand, but even worse, you see the hook hanging behind me in the living room waiting for your waistband. I'll grap your face, your cheeks between my fingers and squeeze, your squishy face turning red while you try to smile as I kiss your neck, then your chin, then your lips, all while my paddle starts gently tapping your growing bulge as your slutty little mind starts racing, wondering how my imagination will have you- what kinky ideas I've been calculating the moment you left. Once there's a little wet spot on your undies, my lips will stop teasing your body, and then I'll watch you walk to the bathroom to take a shower. On the sink, you'll see your chastity cage, you'll see an XXL pair of fruit of the looms tighty whities, and you'll see a long rope. You'll wonder, stiff as a rock but not allowed to stroke or tease, while the shower cleans and moisturizes your body, and once you step out, I'll be waiting with just a robe on. I'll fluff your wet hair, patting you like a puppy and playing with your hair, then watch as you dress, your cock barely able to hide under the fabric as it stands at attention begging to be played with. My hand will instead push your head down and you'll lower to your knees. Youll try to watch me walk to the side of you and you'll feel my hands as I press on your lower back to make you arch, then I'll attach the rope through your leg holes of the tighty whities and once it's secured, I'll walk to the front of you and stand with my feet between your hands as I pull the rope up and admire the fabric sliding up and your undies becoming a humiliating thong that's wedgied between your cheeks splitting you apart. I'll make you crawl and move from the bathroom to the living room- I may sit on your back and ride, but I also love keeping that rope tightly in my hands as I stand ovet you so I see your wedgie digging deeper and deeper into your cheeks.

Should I start with the paddle? Or should I have you kiss my feet and say, "Thank you," while I undo the rope and grip your waistband in my palms to bounce you repeatedly on the carpet until the fabric is stretched enough to be pulled over your eyes and nose, keeping your mouth available to listen as you moan and squeal.