Madeline was 51 years old, 5 ft 9 inches tall about 155 pounds with dark
eyes and light brown hair which was close cropped. She had a nice smile but
I can`t say she was attractive to me. Because of her anger with another man
it made her appear less attractive but there was no way I would be the one
to tell her so. She would have kicked my ass if I mentioned something like
that.
Beggars can`t be choosers and when your hoping to meet someone and the first
one is not your first choice, you take what you have, not what you don`t
have.
When I got up to get her a Martini, I found she moved into an open booth. I
was going to sit down opposite her but she stood up and told me to get in
and she sat down and I was pinned to the wall!
"Tell me Howard, what`s your story and what do you like to do?"
That`s a loaded question if ever there was one. I told her I use to be in
banking and currently was a courier for small package companies.
Casting me one of those looks that warns you a woman is about to pounce on
you, so if you don`t want the action, you best made a tree and leave.
Madeline had the look and manner of a real ball breaker and I always
wondered if that was before or after her marriage fell apart.
Casually, she moved her right hand over my knee and ever so slowly towards
my thigh. She looked into my eyes, stood up and pulled me to the dance
floor.
They were playing one of the old Platters hits and it was a slow dance. May
have been "Harbor Lights."
She obviously liked to lead and that`s precisely what she did. She pulled me
closer and closer to her body. I could feel the heat emanating from her and
I was definitely getting excited. Some women get offended if you have an
erection while dancing with them, some like it and do everything they can to
make you hard. You knew Madeline almost demanded you get erect with her.
After we sat down, she said.
"I thought I was right about you, I could see from across the room you were
a submissive little boy who probably plays with their little dick when ever
you see a skirt."
"In what way, could you come up with your assumption when you didn`t know me
from anyone else?"
She proceeded to push her right hand down my pants and pulled the head of my
cock, until I said Ouch!
"This is exactly how I knew you were a wimp, you scream it out just like
someone who is holding a megaphone and blaring their message."
"I give, your hurting me in my you know whats."
"Yes! You certainly will give and you will do a lot more than that, my
dear."
"Notch another in my belt, or rather my pussy!" "Haha."
"Unbuckle your pants and get them down now!"
"There`s people aroun..." I never got the sentence out of my mouth and she
caught me from the blindside.
"Slap!" Right across my cheek!
"Get your pants down now or I`ll pull them off!"
I slid them down a little more, weary that I am in a public environment.
"Better, but if I can`t see your balls in 10 seconds, your going home bare
ass naked!"
Lowering them until she could see my ball sac, she applauded by clapping her
hands.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it understand?" I nodded.
"Keep your hands on the table, and your eyes straight ahead. You don`t want
to bring too much attention do you?"
Softly, I said no.
With my pants far enough down, Madeline took out a strange looking
contraption. She said it was a parachute and I asked her where`s the fucking
plane?
"I like that. A man with a cock for a brain."
Needless to say that this is a device that was used to separate your balls
and in this particular case, mine would be the victim!
She had a very difficult time trying to put it on me sitting down, so she
told me to pull my pants up and follow her right into the women`s room.
"Be Quiet! You probably don`t want the other women to see your cock yet, or
maybe your the type who would get off on that, we shall see."
She led me into a cubicle, and told me to bend, so no one would spot me, or
stand tall if I wanted other women to see me. I chose the first one. She
then knew I didn`t want to make a show out of my cock.
That fucking Parachute hurt like heck! Once it was was in place, she
attached a cock ring with a little hook on the end she took a couple little
solid lead weights or tiny sinkers that a fisherman uses. I quipped.
"First you want me in a parachute, now your trying to drown my balls!"
She laughed at my observation, then she tweaked the head of my penis to let
me know my pleasure was not important.
Once she got my balls spread and my cock pointing down she said.
"Now we will slow dance."
This time the music was an older Big Bands Sound, and I can`t remember the
song but the band leader was the great Tommy Dorsey.
Trying to slow dance this way was very uncomfortable and she was loving my
circumstance. To say it was easy taking steps with little lead weights
attached to your dick would be an understatement.
As much as my cock tried to get hard it was simply too difficult to point up
because there was too much weight push it straight down.
She would constantly put her thigh between my legs, to get the weights to
swing freer and as a result, the more pull would yank my dick more.
When another girl who was maybe 58 to 60 asked to but in for a dance,
Madeline let her and I could see the smirk on Madeline`s face too. This
older woman could figure out why I couldn`t move that well or that fast but
Madeline took her place after the song ended and thanked the lady for
dancing with her toy. Speaking of an added jolt of humiliation!
Besides this older lady cutting in on me, there was this couple who were
dancing and the woman looked over at me, and how uncomfortable I was but I
couldn`t hear what she may have whispered to her partner, but I could
imagine.
After several more dances, Madeline pulled me back to our booth and forced
me into the same seat as before. She wasn`t done with her bag of tricks. I
expected her to pull a Spreader Bar out of her pocketbook!
"Here it is, my little pecker leash, now I can pull you across the floor or
take you for a walk across the street and your little prick has to follow!"
She got such a laugh out of that last one.
When she placed the handle end of the lead on the table I was mortified!
"Please don`t do that, this is a place I have been coming for months and I
would hate for someone I know to ever see me."
"Don`t give me that bull shit, you would love to see someone you know seeing
your cock pulled across the bar. That would make you cum on the spot."
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