Humiliation at the grocery store

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The sun was shining bright, the birds were chirping merrily, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread. It was just another ordinary day at the grocery store, except for one thing: Deb. She was dressed in a way that made even the most jaded of shoppers do a double take. Her tight, black leather corset hugged her curves like a second skin, accentuating her ample cleavage and emphasizing her tiny waist. Her thigh-high fishnet stockings were sheer enough to see the lacy black lingerie peeking out from beneath, and her short black leather skirt barely covered her rounded backside. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing the delicate shell of her ear pierced multiple times. She was dressed to humiliate and she knew just who she wanted to play with.

It was as if she were a magnet, drawing all eyes to her, and she reveled in the attention. She stopped at the produce section, picking up a perfectly ripe peach and gently running her fingers over its smooth skin. As she turned around, she caught the eye of the store manager, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a prominent widow’s peak. He was standing at the end of the aisle, watching her with an expression that was equal parts surprise and admiration.

Without missing a beat, she flashed him a coy smile, bit her lower lip, and batted her eyelashes. “Hello, there,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “Is there something you need help with?”

The store manager stammered, taken aback by her forwardness. He cleared his throat and forced a nervous chuckle. “Well, I-I was just admiring your, uh, outfit,” he managed to say. “You look… really nice today.”

She leaned in closer, her perfume filling his nostrils, and ran her fingernail down his arm. “Why, thank you,” she said sweetly. “I couldn’t help but notice you watching me from over there. You seem like a nice guy… but I’m a little busy shopping right now. Maybe we can chat some other time?”

The store manager swallowed hard, his heart racing. He knew that his dick was way too small to please a woman like Deb, so instead he asked her to humiliate him. “I-I… I’d like that,” he stammered. “I-I mean, if you want to humiliate me, that is…”

Deb’s eyes widened in feigned surprise. “Why, you naughty boy!” she exclaimed, laughing lightly. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Well, I suppose I can’t leave a poor, lonely man like that without some fun. Why don’t you follow me to the back room, and I’ll show you just how much I’m not interested?”

She led him through the stockroom and into the back office, closing the door behind them. The manager’s heart pounded in his chest as he followed her. He had no idea what she had planned, but he knew he was willing to do anything to please her.

As they entered the office, she turned to face him, her expression softening. “You know, I’ve been in a bit of a… mood lately,” she said, running her hands through her hair. “And you… you’re just so pathetic that I can’t help but feel a little sorry for you. So here’s the deal: you get to be my little toy for the day. You do whatever I say, and I might make you feel a tiny bit better.”

The store manager nodded eagerly, his cock already hardening in his pants. He had no idea what she meant, but he was willing to do anything to make her happy. “Yes, Deb,” he whispered. “Anything you want.”
She smiled at his obedience, walking over to the desk and sitting down. “Good boy,” she purred, motioning for him to come closer. “Now, I want you to sit in that chair and take off your clothes. Slowly.”

His heart raced as he did as she said, carefully unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Next came his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his pathetic, shriveled little cock. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, but he couldn’t help but also feel a thrill of excitement at being at her mercy.

“Very good,” she said, nodding her approval. “Now, I want you to sit at the desk, turn on the computer and send me a deposit. That’s it,” she murmured, running her hands through his hair. “Just relax and empty that wallet for me.”

She reached down and began to stroke his cock, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure coursed through him, but it wasn’t enough. He could feel the pressure building inside, the need for release growing stronger by the second. But she just kept going, her fingers expertly working him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment.

“Aaahhh… that’s it,” she purred. “You’re such a pathetic little thing.” She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. “You know, I think I might just let you cum… but only if you promise to be a really good boy from now on.”

The manager nodded frantically, tears of relief streaming down his face. “I promise, Deb,” he sobbed. “I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had.”

She smiled sweetly and stroked his cock one last time, before stopping and leaving him unsatisfied. When he began to beg and moan, she leaned back in her chair and sighed contentedly.

“There,” she said, stroking his face gently. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” With a wink, she added, “Now you get to go back out there and face the world with blue balls.”

The store manager looked up at her, his heart full of gratitude and admiration. He knew that he would never be good enough for someone like Deb, but at least now he had some hope to hold onto. Maybe next time she would let him cum.

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