A hot biker girl takes you home from a party ine night. You have so many thoughts about all the sexy fun you can have together. You've been hitting on her and other girls all night and can't believe she finally took you up on it. Your legs feel heave and your brain a little fuzzy. You feel relaxed even though you know something isn't right. She tells you she knows you're desperate to tell everyne how you bagged the hottest girl of the night. She tells you she wants to play some sexy games. She puts a collar and leash on you and you are tinking about how fun and kinky things will be. She tells you now that you're in her control she will be relieving you... of the rest of the money in your wallet. Your limbs are too heavy and your brain to slow to protest or do anything about it. She explains that pretty girls like her shouldn't have to work to make money when they have better skillsets. You piece together through her words that she uses the money from men like you to support herself and find new guys like you. She didn't like the vulgar way you regarded her and made several girls want to leave the establishment earlier. Your talk of how you were an alpha and going to do kinky things to them just wasn't good. And men like you always do things like that. Which is why the sexy woman standing before you plans to teach you a humiliating lesson. She keeps other girls that can't stand up for themselves safe and makes sure you lose all confidence in acting out again. She treats you the way you talked about treating other women- pulling a paddle our of her jacket, she uses it on you. You talked about wanting to slap her ass and use her body. So she shows you what it's like, using it on your delicate man bits. You have to bottom before you climb your way to the top. She takes severall smacks of the paddle to your testicles, humiliating that a velvet paddle, something so soft, feels so stingy. She's good at talking home creeps like you and making sure they don't come back or bother women anywhere else. Through more spanking and smacking, you begin to whimper and learn your lesson. She sends you home with that collar locked on permanently with her warning about the masculine bullshit you pretended to have and be worthy of touting. Run away like a wounded puppy and don't bother anyone else or she just may find you again.