Turning My Friend Into a Wedgie Slut
I've known Steve for years now. He was always one of those guys who just seemed so awkward, no matter what he was doing. He could make putting on a jacket look awkward somehow, like a grown toddler fumbling through life, except - not cute. He tried being friends with my little sister but I told her not to hang out with him anymore. He's so clearly one of those dudes that just steals your panties and pretends to be your friend for years, waiting for his "chance". Luckily I've dealt with "men" like this many times and I take full advantage of their obvious weakness, stringing them along just enough, lulling them into a hilarious cycle of abuse and arousal.
Steve knows that I'm a Domme. Sometimes I tell him about my scenes, just to watch his stupid eyes light up before I mock him relentlessly, calling him a beta male cuck. I threaten to make him eat my boyfriends cock if he doesn't contain himself. That usually shuts him up! Lately I've been getting Steve to bring me take-out when I'm tired or run errands for me during the day. This is my fee for putting up with his awkward ass. I've trained him pretty well, he generally behaves himself for the most part. The few times he's complained about how mean I am to him, I simply ignore him for a few weeks and he comes crawling back even weaker than before.
The last time that Steve came crawling back, he brought me a bottle of wine and my favourite moisturizer from Lush. He was so nervous, he walked straight into my kitchen wearing his dirty shoes, placing his gifts on the counter. He turned around to look at me, pleased with himself but my mouth was totally agape, as I stared at his feet. He gasped and ran back over to the front door, bending over to quickly take his dirty shoes off.
That's when I saw them. The distinct, tight band of a pair of tighty whities. The look of disgust on my face immediately melted into sadistic delight. I could barely believe my eyes, I hadn't seen anyone wear those since I was a child! As he awkwardly shuffled his shoes into the closet, I completely tuned out whatever apologies he was muttering. I startled him, standing super close as he turned around. I smiled at him as he looked up at me, wrapping my hands around his thin waist. Suddenly, I'm Clark Gable and he's my tiny, feminine counterpart. I run my fingers up, under his shirt, finding the edge of that waistband hugging his stomach, embarrassingly high. As I slip my fingers down, along the edge of his sad, tight briefs, he looks down in shame. I burst out laughing with pure joy.
"Did you think I was about to kiss you!?" I am literally laughing in his face now but he won't look me in the eye anymore. I switch gears and fain seriousness, threatening to tell my boyfriend that Steve is trying to break us up. Steve nearly jumps out of his skin. He begs me not to, saying one of my favourite phrases, "Please, Bastienne, don't. I'll do anything you want!" I smile and giddily lead him into my cozy play room at the end of the short hall. He somehow looks smaller than ever as I loom over him, giggling to myself.
"I'm going to rip those pathetic tighty whities right off your body, Steve. Are you ready for the worst wedgie of your life?" I ask him, rhetorically. We both know he'll do anything I want at this point and I couldn't be happier. I lay him over my lap like a petulant child. As I start to pull his briefs up into his asscrack, I hear little moans coming from him. His face is pushed into the sofa as I toy with his dignity at my leisure. I start pulling harder, smiling to myself. His moans continue with each pull. I go harder now, looking under my arm at the back of his pathetic head. As I rhythmically wedgie his ass over and over, I feel something push against my leg. I run my hand between my leg and his body, where he's laying on me, finding the front of his briefs.
Steve has a massive erection and I burst out laughing, "is this actually making you hard?" He looks up at me in shock, he seems more surprised than I am at this strange arousal. I'm exhilarated by his seemingly endless submission to me and easily flip his body onto the couch. He's on his back now as I position myself above him. As I sit down on his face, I watch his dick pulse in his little tighty whities. I raise myself up only to ask if he likes the smell of my sweaty ass before plunking back down full weight, smothering the breath out of him. I flip him over again, positioning him on his stomach, kicking him into place when needed. I'm pulling those sad tighty whities up, watching his little butt cheeks emerge into the air, pumping involuntarily with every pull. His body is completely limp at this point as I begin mercilessly ripping away at his briefs, giving him one painful wedgie after the next. I can hear the seams slowly giving way, a delightful cracking sound.
I flip him onto his back again, sitting full weight on his face. I can barely hear his whimpers from under my thick ass. I start pulling his briefs up from the front in a humiliating and painful display of dominance. His whole body shutters in reflex, each time I yank on his pathetic briefs. I'm giggling my ass off this whole time while I humiliate him, tossing him down, sitting on his head, yanking his briefs up into his asscrack each time. He doesn't even bother struggling as I scissorhold his head between my strong legs forcing him to stare at the cute, red converse sneakers I'm wearing. I finally flip him onto his stomach and sit above him, pulling and pulling his briefs up his asscrack over and over
I hear him saying something quietly into the cushion of my sectional. I ignore him at first until I make out the words, "Bastienne I think I came in my pants." I immediately stop, telling him to speak up. He repeats himself and I burst out laughing in utter delight! This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. I laugh hysterically and give him a few more good yanks before smacking his ass, leaving him in a cum soaked, pathetic, wedgie-loving pile! Now every time Steve visits, he knows to bring a pack of tighty whities for me to rip off of him. Maybe soon I'll give him an Atomic Wedgie ;)
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