The woman walked into the dimly lit, upscale bar with an air of confidence that commanded attention. She scanned the room, her sharp eyes taking in every detail as she searched for a suitable place to sit. It was a Thursday evening, and the bar was filled with the usual crowd of businessmen and women, all clamoring for a drink after a long day at work.
Her gaze landed on a small, adorable figure sitting alone at the bar, looking uncomfortable and out of place. He was dressed in a frilly pink top and a short skirt, his long hair cascading down his back in soft waves. She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him. He was the perfect size for what she had in mind.
Without a word, she approached the femboy and, before he could react, plopped herself down on his lap, using him as a makeshift cushion. The femboy's eyes widened in shock as he felt her weight settle on him, his face turning a deep shade of red.
"Hey there, cutie," she said, her voice dripping with playful amusement. "Mind if I sit here?"
The femboy tried to wriggle out from under her, but she tightened her grip, holding him in place. He was surprisingly soft and squishy, just as she had imagined. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You're so soft and squishy, I could just eat you up."
The femboy's heart was racing as he realized the situation he was in. He had never felt so humiliated and turned on at the same time. He tried to protest, but she cut him off with a playful insult.
"Quit your squirming, you little thing," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You're just too cute to resist."
She continued to use the femboy as a cushion, grinding her hips against him and reveling in the feeling of his soft, pliant body beneath her. He was powerless to escape, his arousal growing with every passing moment.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his again as she whispered, "You know, I've always had a bit of a fetish for asphyxiation..."
The femboy's eyes widened in fear as he realized what she was implying. He tried to struggle, but it was too late. She tightened her grip, cutting off his airway as she reveled in the feeling of power and control.
The femboy's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until finally, he succumbed to her, his body going limp beneath her. She smiled in satisfaction, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire.
End of Chapter One.
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