Sub Club Assignment - Get Trampled in Public - Caption Photo
🕑 Added 2024-07-09 19:05:14 +0000 UTC"Your homework assignment for SUB CLUB is to get trampled by a woman in public. It won't be easy. You must learn to have the courage to approach women, the confidence to feel comfortable being seen submitting, and the grace to make the proposal without creeping out the woman," Denny Leturd said.
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Paul Robertson took the subway down to the central station and began scouting. He was looking for a certain kind of woman: a kind of woman with power, dominance, women with style, charm, and charisma. Could he really tell a dominant woman just from one look? Maybe not. He was probably stereotyping.
On the train, he saw businesswomen in pencil dresses wearing pantyhose and high heels, and he thought they might have the bossiness to keep him in his place. He saw punk girls in combat boots, hoping they'd be cool and counterculture enough to go all out trampling him. He couldn't approach them on the train, could he? The doors opened, and the train came to a stop. Passengers rushed off the subway towards the stairs. Paul wasn't ready.
He sat down on the bench and waited for the next train. He tried to hype himself up. But, really, what was he going to say to a woman?
"Hey, I know this might sound weird, but would you like to step on me and put all your weight on my body? ... No, I don't think you are fat? Did I say that? ... Yes, admittedly I have a sexual thing for it. But Denny told me to do it!"
He might get a slap. He'd like that, too...
Maybe he should just lie down in front of the escalator?
As he was lost in thought, unable to make up his mind, the train pulled into the station. Paul was late on the go, but he stood up near the exit and tried to strike conversations with any woman who was coming out. Most brushed past him. He must have seemed like a lunatic rambling about the end of the world. There were plenty of those hanging out in the city subway stations.
Then, as he was about to give up, two Asian ladies with purple hair, knee-high black stockings, and cute lace-up high heel ankle boots walked up to him. They winked at him coquettishly. Paul looked them up and down with intrigue.
"Um, excuse me, Mister," the woman in the plaid skirt said. "My friend and I have a bet going. I thought I could find a guy who would let me stand on his chest in the station. She thought I couldn't. You wouldn't want me to lose the bet, would you?"
Her hair blew in the wind as a train came by in the opposite direction.
"No, of course not. In fact, I was just looking for someone to trample me, to be honest. You saved me!"
"What a sweet coincidence! I told you we wouldn't let Taylor down," she said to her friend, who was wearing a preppy blazer.
"I'm sure I could have gotten any man to do it with my charms alone," she responded.
"Who is Taylor??" Paul asked.
"Oh, just some woman who started a club to help girls act more confident and dominant. Now get down on the floor before we make you."
