From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bar Lady (FM, femdom)
Date: 10 Mar 1996 20:47:41 GMT

			       Bar Lady

	`I shall never go into an unfamiliar bar again! Never!' Tom
swore. Not after that terrible experience he had in a bar with no
name in a town with no name.

	He was driving down through southern Washington and as dusk
approached was longing for a place to wet his whistle after a long day
on the road.

	Tom was moving down from North Washington to California on a
summer job and had never really driven far out of his hometown before.
So when he bumped into this small town he sought out the first bar he
could find and lost no time in making for the door.

	The bar was crowded with a rough looking crowd and dominantly
male. He absently noticed out of the corner of his eye a couple of
feminine heads tossing around. But to a thirsty man, sex, women and
hunger do not matter so much as a drop of whiskey and so Tom gulped
down his first shot and upped for the next. It was somewhere after the
third round that he got a rough push on his shoulder blades which he
ignored. Whiskey was the all important thing and for a five foot eight
inch man he needed a real lot of the firewater. The next instant
however saw him being turned around on the bar stool with a force much
beyond him and he looked up to see over the rim of the glass a woman
like no other he had seen before. She occupied his whole vision and
clouded it. In the maze of whiskey and glass he blinked but she
wouldn't go away. There she stood in front of him, over 6feet and
around 200lbs he guessed.

	"Buster," she said in a voice that made his genitals shrivel
up, "when Anne talks to you you answer pronto, got it? I asked you to
buy me a drink."

	Tom didn't know what came over him, maybe whiskey talk but he
felt his lips move and before he knew it he told her, "fuck off babe,
go buy yourself a drink, I'm enjoying my whiskey. Do not disturb the
peace."

	He knew he was in trouble, because the bar sort of hushed up
and Annie laughed a cruel laugh and crowded over him. She gently but
with controlled force prised the glass from his fingers and with that
same cruel smile proclaimed to everybody, "So, it appears this new guy
here wants to acts tough and macho with me, he refuses to act nice and
treat me like the lady I am. Well buster, you want to play tough you
play by my rules and you will wish you were never born."

	"Hey cool it man," was all Tom could manage before he found
himself suddenly thrust upon the counter top and pinned there with one
hand while Annie proceeded to take off his cowboy boots with the
other. he couldn't struggle, he couldn't move, such was the power of
her single arm. His shoes came off, then his belt unbuckled itself in
her hand and went flying across the room.

	She proceed to then effortlessly strip him of his shirt and
vest, till he was lying face up on the counter top in nothing but his
blue jeans. Every article of clothing and every feeble attempt at
struggle was met with another cruel smile from Annie and a round of
applause from the women and men gathered there. With cool poise and
style she slowly stripped off his jeans, which left him kicking feebly
on the counter top clad in just his jockey briefs.

	Anne then slid her hand into his briefs and felt around his
genitals, squeezing here, prodding there, kneading elsewhere. She
twirled the tip of his penis in her hand and announced to the crowd
"Uncircumcised, folks, the original thing!"

	By now, the effects of the whiskey was wearing down and his
strength seemed to grow but he was still unable to budge and she kept
him coolly pinned down to the bar counter with one hand while the
other moved around in his jocks. She then produced his foreskin
through the side of his jocks for the crowds viewing pleasure and put
it back in to a round of applause.

	Tom was now in true torment of utter shame and humiliation.
Here he was almost nude on the bartop with his legs occasionally
kicking in the air and with his crotch jutting upward and outwards for
all to see. She had by now placed a folded towel under his behind to
lift it up. He was reduced to pleading and begging her for some
semblance of his dignity but she would have none of it.

	"I'll teach you what it is to cross me, big boy " she snarled.

	She continued to play with him producing different portions of
his private parts from the side of his jocks to a regular round of
applause and catcalls. She pulled out his testicles and squeezed them
so that the skin was tightly stretched over his scrotum and his balls
almost burst through.

	She fingered his arse and lifted up his leg, supported it with
her shoulder and then exposed his tiny button to the captive audience.

	Finally when he thought he had had it all and that she would
let him go, she produced from nowhere a pair of scissors and snip,
snip cut off his jocks leaving him naked as a baby on the counter top
with his cock and balls jutting out skywards.

	Tom tried again to struggle but it only made his position more
comical and gave her further amusement because she enjoyed seeing him
with his legs apart and flailing in the air and his arse going up and
down as his back arched trying to move out from under her arm. His
penis, by now in a semi-rigid state from her twirling was moving all
over the place and jumpingg around like it was on fire. So he laid
back, tears of humiliation forming at the corner of his eyes... But
there was worse to come

	Anne then lifted both his legs till they were almost touching
his head into a position which left his anus wide open and completely
exposed and vulnerable. His scrotum too hung out and he felt totally
without any dignity at all. Not satisfied in exhibiting his private
anatomy to the world she proceeded to pull apart his bum cheeks so
that even more of his arsehole was exposed and he felt that his skin
would tear apart.

	Some of the women came forward and ran their hands along his
balls while a couple just squeezed real hard to make him gasp. Annie
kept fondly his arsehole and then started putting her fingers inside
and massaged his prostrate. Caught up in a force beyond him he could
only cry more when his penis rose up to attention under her
ministrations and she laughed and immediately switched to his balls,
squeezing them so hard he almost retched; the effect however was to
make his tumescence rapidly decrease and this seemed to satisfy her
because she turned around and announced "see, I can make their hardons
come and go at will, ha!"

	She stood back and looked at him contemptuously. Tom had given
up struggling by now and remained prostate splayed out on the bar top
with his genitalia totally exposed between his widespread legs. A big
grown man placed on the top there like a little child.