Worship and Humiliation

Pamela didn’t smile at me so much as smirk. God I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. How I wished I could splatter those perfect lips with a pint of semen, shoot all over her dark mascara and perfectly teased blonde hair until she had to go home and start again. But that damn smirk was the last straw, my poor abused cock twitched and shot what little was left in my balls out over the seat of the limo and my tux pants.

She didn’t quite laugh out loud but the smirk seemed to widen into a sneering smile. I blushed and looked down to put my cock away. That part was actually always worst. She didn’t say a word, just let me get tucked away and reach for my wallet. I took the money out and tried to leave it on the seat beside me.

“You know the rules Billy,” the blonde said, breaking the silence she had maintained since I got into the back of the limo with her about ten minutes ago.

I tried not to sigh. I awkwardly knelt on the limp floor and shuffled over to her to hand over the cash. She counted aloud, just like as she always did.

“One hundred, two hundred, three hundred dollars,” she began, counting out the notes as she spoke, long manicured nails separating each note before she put into her purse, “Little Billy is basically wearing a collar, he once thought he might get to undo the lock.” There’s a slight pause and I drag my eyes up from her cleavage, she always demands eye contact for the last line, “but now he knows that would need a big cock.”

She smiles now, but it’s not a nice smile, even on her perfect features. It’s the smile of a woman who has total control. The smug smile of the woman who has taken over $20,000 dollars from you over the last two months and full intends to take you for everything you might have left.

“Billy, I’m going to the gala you got me a ticket for, I know you dressed for it as well but it looks like you made a bit of a mess of yourself. I’ll just take your extra ticket and bring a friend. Steve’s only 22 but you know what young men are like, plenty of,” she paused a moment “… stamina.” That was pretty standard at each of our encounters so far. But then she continued, “We’ll head straight there from this car park but if want to wait a while we might swing back this way after it finishes up. The gala will be over at midnight so it should be no later than 4am by the time I’m done. If we do come back this way we could give you a lift home.”

Even I know that would be pathetic. The idea that I would wait for nine hours in a cold parking lot on the off chance that she might swing by after she’s done with whatever stud she has lined up for this evening is so utterly demeaning that I have no intention of waiting around. I started to shuffle towards the door, still on my knees.

Before I moved very fair she leaned forward, her spectacular cleavage almost falling out of her dress as she leaned against me and whispered throatily “I hope you don’t wait Billy, if you do I’ll probably still be pretty frisky from Steve, I think it would only upset you to see what a real man can do to a woman. I mean his cock is technically too big for my little pussy but you know what young men are like, they are very insistent, particularly if they’ve had a blonde teasing them all night.” There’s a pause for a moment before she goes on, her mouth now pressed up against my ear, her lips tickling my lobe as she finishes “Particularly when the blonde is Pamela Anderson.”

I feel nauseous that some punk 22 year old is going to have his way with her for hours. But even more nauseous now that I know I’m going to wait until when she decides to come back. She knows she’s won as I get out of the limo. I don’t need to look back to know she’s still smiling but I can’t help myself. She’s put away her purse and her long nails are now playing with her nipples. She has already moved on from playing with me, she is focused now on her own pleasure. As the car pulls out I settle in for the wait and wonder how many times I’ll be **** to masturbate while I remember the image of Pamela Anderson teasing herself in the car.