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In the dimly lit, seedy bar on the outskirts of town, Wren sat perched on her stool, scanning the room with a bored expression. She was a striking woman, with short, raven hair, and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through you. She was dressed in a tight-fitting leather dress that accentuated her curves, and her black stiletto heels clicked authoritatively against the worn-out wooden floor as she shifted her weight.

As she sipped her drink, her eyes landed on a man sitting alone at the bar. He was a scrawny, unassuming man, with mousy brown hair and a weak chin. He was dressed in a cheap suit that hung off his thin frame, and he looked like he belonged in a cubicle somewhere, not in a bar like this.

Wren’s interest was piqued. She had a thing for men who were weak and submissive, and this man seemed to fit the bill perfectly. She slid off her stool and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved.

“Hey there,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Mind if I join you?”

The man looked up at her, his eyes widening in surprise. “Uh, sure,” he stammered, scooting over to make room for her.

Wren smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She knew she had him hooked.

She ordered a drink and turned to face him, her body angled towards him in a way that left no doubt as to her intentions.

“So, what’s your name?” she asked, her voice dripping with honey.

“Uh, it’s Dave,” the man replied, his voice shaking slightly.

Wren chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Dave. I’m Wren.”

She let the silence stretch out for a moment, watching as Dave fidgeted nervously under her gaze. She could see the desire in his eyes, the longing to submit to her.

“You know, Dave,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I have a bit of a… thing for men like you.”

Dave’s eyes widened even further, and Wren could see the fear and excitement mingling in his expression.

“I like men who are weak, men who are submissive,” she continued, her voice dripping with promise. “Men who are willing to do anything to please me.”

Dave swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat.

“I… I don’t know if I can do that,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wren laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Oh, I think you can,” she said, her voice full of confidence. “I think you’re just the right size for what I have in mind.”

She reached out and placed her hand on Dave’s thigh, her fingers digging into his flesh. She could feel him trembling under her touch, and she smiled.

“Come with me,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “I have something to show you.”

She led Dave out of the bar and into the dark, empty streets. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Wren’s heels clicking against the pavement as they moved.

Finally, they reached a nondescript building on the outskirts of town. Wren unlocked the door and led Dave inside, her heart pounding with excitement.

The room was dimly lit, with a single overhead light casting a harsh glow over the scene. There was a bed in the center of the room, with restraints attached to each corner. There were also various sex toys and tools scattered around the room, including a cock cage that caught Dave’s eye.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

Dave hesitated for a moment, but Wren’s gaze was unyielding. He slowly began to undress, his hands shaking as he removed his clothes.

Wren’s eyes widened as she saw his tiny penis, it was the smallest dick she had ever seen. She couldn’t help but laugh, it was the funniest thing she had ever seen.

“What the fuck is that?” she asked, her voice full of amusement.

Dave blushed, his eyes downcast.

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wren chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his tiny dick, her fingers barely able to encircle it.

“You’re going to be my little toy, Dave,” she said, her voice full of promise. “My little plaything.”

Dave blushed, his eyes downcast.

“I… I don’t know if I can do that,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

She led him over to the bed and strapped him down. She reached for the cock cage, filled with excitement she said. “This is going to be your home for a while, Dave,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’m going to deny you an orgasm, and you’re going to beg for it.”

She locked the cock cage around his tiny dick, her heart pounding with excitement. “Now, Dave,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.” Dave hesitated for a moment, but Wren’s gaze was unyielding.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, let me cum.”

Wren chuckled, this was going to be fun. “No,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “You’re not going to cum until I say so.”

Dave hesitated for a moment, but Wren’s gaze was unyielding.

“Please,” he whispered again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, let me cum.”

Wren smiled and said “do you think orgasms are free Dave?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll give you anything if you let me cum.”

Wren turned to him with an evil grin and said “Take out your phone and drain your accounts, I deserve that money more than you do. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes ma’am.” He said quietly as he pulled out his phone and obeyed me. “Good boy,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You did well.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, well, you are a generous little bitch boy, aren’t you? I suppose you’ve earned your orgasm.” Wren said with a grin as she removed the cock cage from his tiny dick. It took only seconds for Dave to let out a weak little dribble of cum and that made her laugh.

“You are the most pathetic loser I’ve ever seen Dave, but don’t worry, I’ll be back next week to take more of your money…

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