Settling His Debts

By Sally Bend

Stephen Sanderson, former college professor turned nuisance lawsuit chaser, fancies himself a social activist. Refusing to accept responsibility for the misogynistic behavior that led to him losing his tenure, he likes to pretend his careful playing of the legal system is all about shining a light on reverse sexism and discrimination.

When he overstretches with his latest target, he finds himself trapped in his own lies and forced to accept an impossible choice - one that will leave him feminized, in chastity, with an impossible debt to pay off at the strip club he once thought such a tempting target. He’d convinced himself his nuisance lawsuits were victimless crimes - just a matter of money. Except here were his victims. Every single one of them. Strapped-on, a little tipsy, and eager to see him brought to his knees, all the women he’s wronged are going to have a hand in his punishment, and he’d better prove to be a quick learner because once he’s done, he’s needed back on stage.

If only he wasn’t starting to feel guilty.

If only he wasn’t beginning to enjoy their attentions.

If only each lap dance didn’t bring him closer to being confirmed as a sissy.

"Settling his Debts" is 18,000 words of female domination, forced feminization, chastity, pegging, and sissy submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sally Bend
• Release date: Aug 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005636043

Sally Bend

Sally Bend is a nonbinary author, editor, and reviewer. Although shy and polite (she is, after all, Canadian), she loves to boldly and boisterously express herself through stories that bend the binaries of gender while exploring submissive sexuality.A lover of fetish, futa, feminization, femdom, and fantasy, she is most content when confined in a collar and corset. Oh, and she tends to have an affection for alliteration, in case you haven't noticed!When she's not curled up somewhere with a book and a bottle of Coke Zero, Sally can be found online at http://sallybend.com.

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Settling his Debts: Lawsuits and Lap Dances

Sally Bend

Published by Sally Bend at Smashwords

Copyright 2020 Sally Bend

Edited by Kylie Gable

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Settling his Debts

Good morning, Mister Sanderson. You’re looking rather . . . well, I was going to be polite and say dapper, but at least one of us should be honest. You look like a cheap-ass piece of shit who is about to get his ass absolutely handed to him in court.

Stephen Sanderson, former college professor and current nuisance lawsuit social activist paused on the bottom step of the courthouse. He recognized that voice, as well he should have, having sparred off against her in court almost a dozen times now, his lawyer winning a settlement for him in all but one of those cases. Jacqueline King was a feminist bitch, a man-hater like all the rest of them, and he was looking forward to winning his biggest settlement yet.

It wasn’t so much that he’d run out of sweet, easy targets in town, he’d gotten bored with them. They hardly posed a challenge anymore, and Bitch King’s tendency to settle robbed him of his chance to make grand social statements about equality and discrimination before the court. It wasn’t about the money. Okay, so it was partly about the money - a man had to live after all - but not all about the money. He’d started this vendetta to get back at the bitches who’d cost him his job, gotten him tossed out on his ass with tenure just a few short weeks away.

Like sexual harassment was even a thing anymore. He’d never made a teaching assistant do anything they didn’t want to, and never said or did anything to the girls that other professors hadn’t gotten away with dozens of times.

Anyway, this careful playing of the legal system was about justice, about making a point about reverse sexism and discrimination. It was about making all those snooty, arrogant women feel just as low and helpless as he had when the Dean had personally come to escort him off campus, her black talons digging painfully into his biceps the whole way.

Cat got your tongue? she asked. Or are you just busy undressing me with your eyes?

Stephen snapped out of his reverie. Dreaming about what I’m going to do with that big fat check you’re going to write me today, he sneered back. I hope you’re wearing your super-absorbent tampon today because you’re going to be pissing your granny panties by the time my lawyer is done with you.

Oh, if anybody’s going to be pissing their panties, it will be my client, and it’ll be with laughter over you finally coming out of the closet. The middle-aged, bleached-blonde lawyer didn’t even have the courtesy of stepping out of her car. She just sat there, her driver idling before the courthouse. A strip club, Stephen? Really? Getting all righteous and arrogant because a strip club wouldn’t hire you as an exotic dancer? Of all the bullshit you’ve pulled, this ridiculous lawsuit has to take the cake.

He smiled. He was rather proud of this one, actually. He’d even taken a few dance lessons to give his suit additional weight, to prove he was ready for the job. They refused to hire me because of my gender, he retorted. I’ve got that Debbie bitch on record, telling me flat out she doesn’t hire men like me. Open and shut case, really.

They refused to hire you because you’re a butt-ugly son-of-a-bitch who never wanted the job in the first place, and who would have spent more time harassing the other dancers than entertaining the clientele.

He wasn’t going to dignify that with a response, but she didn’t give him time anyway.

You really overstretched the bounds of credibility with this one, Stephen. The funniest part is you have absolutely no idea just how far or how hard you’re going to fall.

Her attitude, more than her words, gave him pause. She was usually exasperated around him, exhausted by his lawyer’s petty tricks and his own habit of overstepping his bounds to garner a little sympathy from the court. He was used to her looking disgusted, like she wanted to be out of his