Brandon Has Some Submissive Fun! (part 1)

Brandon knew something was very different about this party as he walked through the door, his jaw dropping as he took everything in. The women were taller, muscular, and confident, while the men were smaller, shorter, and more submissive. He had been hired as a server for the party, wearing nothing but a bowtie and a tight pair of briefs that did very little to hide his assets. As he weaved through the crowd with a tray of drinks in one hand, he couldn’t help but notice that he and the other men in the room were being treated differently than he was used to. Even with his smaller stature, he wasn’t used to being so much shorter than the women around him and wasn’t used to feeling like a sexual object(though he didn’t mind it…). Quite a few of the women he passed would give him a lingering look, their hands grazing his body as they reached for a drink, sometimes without even that small reason, their dragging fingers sending tingles down his spine. One woman caught his eye in particular. She wore a form-fitting black dress that showed off her toned arms and legs (not to mention her very pleasant, plump ass), and her auburn hair was falling down her back in thick waves. She was talking to another woman but turned to him with a warm smile as he got closer. “Well, well, well,” she purred, “What do we have here? Such a handsome young man.” She ran her hand down his chest and stomach, tracing shapes against his skin, her nails softly raising goosebumps across his body. He had always been attracted to strong, confident women, and this woman was the epitome of that. He couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by her, but his cock throbbed with excitement at the same time… He smiled back at her, trying not to let his nervousness show. “Good evening, ma’am. Can I offer you a drink?” The woman’s smile widened as she looked him up and down. The way she was eyeing him made Brandon feel like he was being inspected, and he couldn’t help but stand up a bit straighter, his chest puffing out without any thought on his part. “I would love a drink, thank you.” She reached out to take a glass from his tray, her fingers brushing against his as she did so. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him at her touch. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The woman sipped her drink, giving him an appraising look before answering. “Actually, there is… I need some entertainment for the evening, and I think you might be just the man for the job…” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had been hired as a server, not an entertainer. But before he could ask any questions, the woman placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him towards a secluded corner. I wonder what she has in store for him…click right here to find out!

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