The way he grabbed my briefs it hurt but I couldn't help but enjoy it.
The little bitch was asking for it, sagging his TW out of his pants, basically begging for a wedgie.
That was my first wedgie and I thought my last, but I was desperate for more.
After I finished shredding his ass a new one he had this look on his face...almost like "that's it?"
It feels weird saying this...but I'm okay with being a nerd, a dork, a wedgie slave.
A wedgie Master? That's what he asked me to be for him. I couldn't believe this dork.
He didn't seem like he believed me, he scoffed and began to walk away...I couldn't let him.
He grabbed me. The little nerd grabbed me and started pleading at the top of his lungs...
"Please, I want you to wedgie me!" I yelled at him. I felt so...
...Powerful, he was so small and looked so easily controllable. I couldn't make him feel...
...humiliated. That's what I wanted from him. I know I deserved to be owned by him. I was put on this earth to wear dorky underwear for him to wedgie and humiliate me.
"My house 3 o'clock, don't be late"
