“Hello everyone and welcome! My name is Emily and today we have a special product for all those beta cuckold white bois out there.”
The infomercial girl was gleaming in a bright lit studio. The set was decorated as a pastel bedroom suite complete with a girly vanity. Soft pillows of pink and white went well with her short skirt. Her hair was made up in a nice bob.
“Introducing Pussyfree Pads! The ultimate solution for those embarrassing leaks that happen when you just can’t control your arousal.”
Camera zooms in on the display. Her hands frame a plastic package with a picture of something like a feminine pad on it except it was smaller and would fit perfectly in the palm of a cupped hand. At the top it read in a bubble letter font:
“Now, we all know that when white bois see a cute interracial couple, sometimes it’s just too much to handle for them.”
She feigns a frustrating sigh. Her face in a perplexed expression as if she had been talking from first hand experience.
“Your little sissy panties just can’t contain your excitement, and before you know it, you’re spurting your loads right then and there. How HUMILIATING!”
She shakes her fists pretending to mirror those feelings of angst.
“But no need to worry, my dear beta males, because Pussyfree Pads are here to save the day. These absorbent pads are specially designed to discreetly fit in your panties, providing you with the ability to witness those erotic encounters without any embarrassing leaks.”
A screen behind her showed an infographic of the cotton pads.
"Just imagine, no more wet spots, no more awkward moments with your crushes, and definitely no more out-of-control sissies on the loose. With Pussyfree Pads, you can keep your arousal in check and maintain your composure like a true pussyboi. Embrace your submissive side with confidence, knowing that you have Pussyfree Pads to keep you in your place."
She walks over to the vanity, looking prim and proper. But also cute and perky. There’s something wholesome and inviting about her. Like a 1950’s teenager.
"I bet you’re wondering how it works exactly. Well, we have a model here to demonstrate. Dylan, come on out!"
Out walks a twink of a man. He looks shy and pouty. He is the epitome of a beta male with soft skin and no muscles. He and Emily are the same height. He is dressed similarly in a baby blue frilly top and white short shorts.
"It seems here we have a little white boi who believes he doesn’t need Pussyfree Pads. How ADORABLE!"
The spokeswoman giggles at the camera.
"Now Dylan, sweetheart, let me tell you something. We’ve brought along someone who might just change your mind. Meet our special guest, a hunky Black man who knows how to make hearts race and desires ignite. Please welcome, Stefan!"
A handsome Black stud enters the room, exuding confidence. Dressed in a powerful form fitting suit, he stands next to the spokesperson, who affectionately takes his hand.
"Look at him, so strong and alluring. And it’s sooooo nice to feel all his hard muscles tower over you. It makes me just want to feel his hands rub up and down my body. Mmm."
She sighs. His hands slide to her waist and she leans back into his chest. Her hips slightly wiggling as she nestled her butt into his crotch. Dylan begins to fluster. The wimpy boi watching them starts to turn his legs inwards and fidget around like a toddler who is trying to not go potty in his pants. Emily suddenly springs forward.
"Oh my, did you see that? Did you feel that stirring deep inside? I bet you did, little white boi. Your excitement is nothing to be ashamed of, but it can get a little messy, can’t it?"
Dylan blushes pink, realizing the truth.
"That’s where Pussyfree Pads come in, my sweet one. These magical pads will keep your little white boi panties dry and clean. So you can make your spurties in pure comfort."
She grabs a pad from the nearby package on the vanity, unwraps it, and holds it up.
"So, my darling, are you ready let go of that pouty attitude and embrace reality? It’s time to take care of your needs in the most gentle and delightful way."
The white boi hesitates, then nods, acknowledging he might need the product pretty soon.
"That’s the spirit! There’s no use fighting it. Let Pussyfree Pads be your loyal companion on your sissy journey. Plus, it’ll make you feel like complete PANTYWAIST! And isn’t that what’s most important? Haha!"
The white boi stares at the soft fabric and then glances to his reflection in the mirror. It’s stark contrast to Stefan’s imposing figure.
"So let me show you how to put these on. You’re going to look so cute and helpless, just like every white boi should."
Dylan sinks down while trying to hold back his cummies. He nearly had a sissygasm just from Emily’s words alone. His heart was racing from the excitement.
"First, unfold the pad so that it looks like a small pouch. Notice how soft and gentle this material feels in your hands and imagine what it will feel like in your most sensitive area! Now, peel off the adhesive backing revealing the sticky side."
The white boi dutifully obeys her instructions with a mix of eagerness and nervousness.
"Now let’s get those panties down. "
She unbuttons his shorts to reveal some white cotton panties. The white boi’s small weewee making a tiny bump in the front right below the bow on the waist. A dot of a wet spot marking where the white boi had previously started leaking. Emily looks up at him with a stern look of I-told-you-so. She hooks her fingers in the elastic waistband and slowly slides them down. Dylan’s baby-dick of a penis flicks out with a boing. It barely has any shaft. And his sissy pouch is so tight against his body that it was hard to tell if he had any balls at all. Emily smiled and went along as if it were just another thing. Another white boi and his tiny weenie.
"First, place the pad right in the crotch of your panties, making sure it’s nice and snug. "
She faces the camera and smiles like she’s talking to an audience of pussy-free white bois following along at home.
"I know a lot of you cucks at home are wearing chastity cages and that’s great! Pussyfree Pads work well with them too! Dylan here’s peepee is so small that he only can wear flat and inverted cages. Which is just awesome. But for these purposes today we wanted to show him unlocked. It’s not like he can get an erection anyway. Haha!"
Dylan looks at the camera like he’s about to cry. The lights burning on his face as he places the pantyliner in his panties.
"Good job, sweetie! It’s like a cozy cushion for you special spot. Now comes the fun part. It’s time to tuck that little peepee of yours, my dear. Just place the itty bitty head into the padded pouch. Such and cute and adorable thing it is, Just like every white boi’s. Let’s make sure it’s tucked away safely."
The spokesperson’s tone is condescendingly sweet, emphasizing the white boi’s submissive nature. Dylan follows the instructions, his face turning crimson with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She helps Dylan pull up his panties. Locking his beta status in place with a delicate snap of the waistband.
"That’s it! Feel how it nestles against your skin. It’s beautiful how it smooths out your small bump of a bulge. Such a precious sight, all tucked away. You are embracing your submissive nature like a true white boi. It’s simply delightful. "
Emily gazes at the white boi with amusement and approval in her eyes. She turns to Stefan while stifling a laugh. Stefan has a smooth grin on his face.
"Now, my dear, you’re all set! Those Pussyfree Pads will keep your panties dry and your little peepee tucked away, ensuring you’re both cute and obedient. Embrace your role, my sweet boi, and let the world see how adorable you are."
The white boi looks at himself in the mirror, embarrassment and acceptance washes over him. Emily grabs his shoulders and turns him toward the audience.
"Now that you’re secure, let’s see you hold up! "
Suddenly Emily turns to Stefan and he wraps his arms around her. He bends down and plants a big kiss right on her lips. Emily slightly moans as she runs her hands down his chest and along his abs. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands reach down under her skirt. Lifting her skirt up, Dylan is shown the exposed globes of her ass. Her wispy thong is the only thing between her pussy and Stefan’s probing fingers. The Black stud clenches each cheek as her leans in harder for a deep kiss. Emily is nearly floating off the ground. She moans.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Isn’t it exciting to watch us, my dear white boi? Seeing the passion between a confident Black man and a beautiful white woman must make your tiny peepee throb with desire."
It was true. Dylan was shaking in arousal. He wondered what she would look like on her knees, sucking his magnificent BIG BLACK COCK. Or better yet, that big meat of his sliding into her soft pussy. Suddenly, the small butt plug that the producers insisted he wear on set began vibrating his p-spot. That pushed him over the edge. His limp penis twitched in his panties as he felt himself turn into a puddle of goo. It was an intense relaxation as he let himself give in to his beta cuckold nature. All his anxieties washed away and for a few seconds, he was in complete blissful surrender. Stefan, the Black hunk, was going to take care of things. White bois don’t have to worry about pleasing women. He felt his penis drip his cummies right into the pad.
"Oh, my, look at that! You couldn’t resist, could you? You’ve already started spurting in the pad. How humiliating, we barely did anything! That just goes to show you how necessary it is to be secure."
Emily giggles in a playful awkwardness, while the Black stud chuckles in amusement. The white boi feels the shame of his inadequacy while his heart is still racing. The monitors zoom in on his small bulge incased in his tight panties.
"But your panties are still dry! Isn’t that wonderful? Aww, don’t be embarrassed, darling. That’s exactly what Pussyfree Pads are for, after all. They’re here to catch your little leaks and keep you feeling clean and controlled. It’s all part of being a submissive white boi."
The white boi squirms, his face redder than ever, feeling both a sense of acceptance and twisted satisfaction.
It won’t be long until you are wear them with pride. Just think, you can cum multiple times a day without ever bothering a white girl! Isn’t this what you’ve always craved, to be a pussyfree white boi who surrenders control and finds pleasure in being inferior to snowbunnies and BLACK KINGS?
Dylan hesitates, and for the first time speaks in a meek and shaky whisper.
"Yes, mistress."
"Well, my precious white boi, remember that every white boi should be pussyfree and have PUSSYFREE PADS. It’s a symbol of your submission so embrace it, my dear."
Dylan is left in the dark as the spotlight cuts off on him. He is whisked away backstage. Emily addresses the camera.
"To all you lovely white girls out there, if you have a special cuck in your life, a white boi who longs to submit and embrace his role, Pussyfree Pads are a must have accessory. Imagine the power you’ll have knowing that your cuck is always prepared, his little leaks caught by a soft embrace, a reminder of his place in the world. And to all you white bois….."
She drops to her knees and Stefan stands in a powerful stance. Emily continues, ready to fulfill the millions of white boi fantasies around the world.
"Trust me, you’re gonna need it."
She slowly unbuckles and unzips the Black man’s pants. Stefan has a devilish grin and places a strong hand on the back of her head.
Fade to black.
The infomercial girl was gleaming in a bright lit studio. The set was decorated as a pastel bedroom suite complete with a girly vanity. Soft pillows of pink and white went well with her short skirt. Her hair was made up in a nice bob.
“Introducing Pussyfree Pads! The ultimate solution for those embarrassing leaks that happen when you just can’t control your arousal.”
Camera zooms in on the display. Her hands frame a plastic package with a picture of something like a feminine pad on it except it was smaller and would fit perfectly in the palm of a cupped hand. At the top it read in a bubble letter font:
PUSSYFREE PADS
for white bois
for white bois
“Now, we all know that when white bois see a cute interracial couple, sometimes it’s just too much to handle for them.”
She feigns a frustrating sigh. Her face in a perplexed expression as if she had been talking from first hand experience.
“Your little sissy panties just can’t contain your excitement, and before you know it, you’re spurting your loads right then and there. How HUMILIATING!”
She shakes her fists pretending to mirror those feelings of angst.
“But no need to worry, my dear beta males, because Pussyfree Pads are here to save the day. These absorbent pads are specially designed to discreetly fit in your panties, providing you with the ability to witness those erotic encounters without any embarrassing leaks.”
A screen behind her showed an infographic of the cotton pads.
"Just imagine, no more wet spots, no more awkward moments with your crushes, and definitely no more out-of-control sissies on the loose. With Pussyfree Pads, you can keep your arousal in check and maintain your composure like a true pussyboi. Embrace your submissive side with confidence, knowing that you have Pussyfree Pads to keep you in your place."
She walks over to the vanity, looking prim and proper. But also cute and perky. There’s something wholesome and inviting about her. Like a 1950’s teenager.
"I bet you’re wondering how it works exactly. Well, we have a model here to demonstrate. Dylan, come on out!"
Out walks a twink of a man. He looks shy and pouty. He is the epitome of a beta male with soft skin and no muscles. He and Emily are the same height. He is dressed similarly in a baby blue frilly top and white short shorts.
"It seems here we have a little white boi who believes he doesn’t need Pussyfree Pads. How ADORABLE!"
The spokeswoman giggles at the camera.
"Now Dylan, sweetheart, let me tell you something. We’ve brought along someone who might just change your mind. Meet our special guest, a hunky Black man who knows how to make hearts race and desires ignite. Please welcome, Stefan!"
A handsome Black stud enters the room, exuding confidence. Dressed in a powerful form fitting suit, he stands next to the spokesperson, who affectionately takes his hand.
"Look at him, so strong and alluring. And it’s sooooo nice to feel all his hard muscles tower over you. It makes me just want to feel his hands rub up and down my body. Mmm."
She sighs. His hands slide to her waist and she leans back into his chest. Her hips slightly wiggling as she nestled her butt into his crotch. Dylan begins to fluster. The wimpy boi watching them starts to turn his legs inwards and fidget around like a toddler who is trying to not go potty in his pants. Emily suddenly springs forward.
"Oh my, did you see that? Did you feel that stirring deep inside? I bet you did, little white boi. Your excitement is nothing to be ashamed of, but it can get a little messy, can’t it?"
Dylan blushes pink, realizing the truth.
"That’s where Pussyfree Pads come in, my sweet one. These magical pads will keep your little white boi panties dry and clean. So you can make your spurties in pure comfort."
She grabs a pad from the nearby package on the vanity, unwraps it, and holds it up.
"So, my darling, are you ready let go of that pouty attitude and embrace reality? It’s time to take care of your needs in the most gentle and delightful way."
The white boi hesitates, then nods, acknowledging he might need the product pretty soon.
"That’s the spirit! There’s no use fighting it. Let Pussyfree Pads be your loyal companion on your sissy journey. Plus, it’ll make you feel like complete PANTYWAIST! And isn’t that what’s most important? Haha!"
The white boi stares at the soft fabric and then glances to his reflection in the mirror. It’s stark contrast to Stefan’s imposing figure.
"So let me show you how to put these on. You’re going to look so cute and helpless, just like every white boi should."
Dylan sinks down while trying to hold back his cummies. He nearly had a sissygasm just from Emily’s words alone. His heart was racing from the excitement.
"First, unfold the pad so that it looks like a small pouch. Notice how soft and gentle this material feels in your hands and imagine what it will feel like in your most sensitive area! Now, peel off the adhesive backing revealing the sticky side."
The white boi dutifully obeys her instructions with a mix of eagerness and nervousness.
"Now let’s get those panties down. "
She unbuttons his shorts to reveal some white cotton panties. The white boi’s small weewee making a tiny bump in the front right below the bow on the waist. A dot of a wet spot marking where the white boi had previously started leaking. Emily looks up at him with a stern look of I-told-you-so. She hooks her fingers in the elastic waistband and slowly slides them down. Dylan’s baby-dick of a penis flicks out with a boing. It barely has any shaft. And his sissy pouch is so tight against his body that it was hard to tell if he had any balls at all. Emily smiled and went along as if it were just another thing. Another white boi and his tiny weenie.
"First, place the pad right in the crotch of your panties, making sure it’s nice and snug. "
She faces the camera and smiles like she’s talking to an audience of pussy-free white bois following along at home.
"I know a lot of you cucks at home are wearing chastity cages and that’s great! Pussyfree Pads work well with them too! Dylan here’s peepee is so small that he only can wear flat and inverted cages. Which is just awesome. But for these purposes today we wanted to show him unlocked. It’s not like he can get an erection anyway. Haha!"
Dylan looks at the camera like he’s about to cry. The lights burning on his face as he places the pantyliner in his panties.
"Good job, sweetie! It’s like a cozy cushion for you special spot. Now comes the fun part. It’s time to tuck that little peepee of yours, my dear. Just place the itty bitty head into the padded pouch. Such and cute and adorable thing it is, Just like every white boi’s. Let’s make sure it’s tucked away safely."
The spokesperson’s tone is condescendingly sweet, emphasizing the white boi’s submissive nature. Dylan follows the instructions, his face turning crimson with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She helps Dylan pull up his panties. Locking his beta status in place with a delicate snap of the waistband.
"That’s it! Feel how it nestles against your skin. It’s beautiful how it smooths out your small bump of a bulge. Such a precious sight, all tucked away. You are embracing your submissive nature like a true white boi. It’s simply delightful. "
Emily gazes at the white boi with amusement and approval in her eyes. She turns to Stefan while stifling a laugh. Stefan has a smooth grin on his face.
"Now, my dear, you’re all set! Those Pussyfree Pads will keep your panties dry and your little peepee tucked away, ensuring you’re both cute and obedient. Embrace your role, my sweet boi, and let the world see how adorable you are."
The white boi looks at himself in the mirror, embarrassment and acceptance washes over him. Emily grabs his shoulders and turns him toward the audience.
"Now that you’re secure, let’s see you hold up! "
Suddenly Emily turns to Stefan and he wraps his arms around her. He bends down and plants a big kiss right on her lips. Emily slightly moans as she runs her hands down his chest and along his abs. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands reach down under her skirt. Lifting her skirt up, Dylan is shown the exposed globes of her ass. Her wispy thong is the only thing between her pussy and Stefan’s probing fingers. The Black stud clenches each cheek as her leans in harder for a deep kiss. Emily is nearly floating off the ground. She moans.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Isn’t it exciting to watch us, my dear white boi? Seeing the passion between a confident Black man and a beautiful white woman must make your tiny peepee throb with desire."
It was true. Dylan was shaking in arousal. He wondered what she would look like on her knees, sucking his magnificent BIG BLACK COCK. Or better yet, that big meat of his sliding into her soft pussy. Suddenly, the small butt plug that the producers insisted he wear on set began vibrating his p-spot. That pushed him over the edge. His limp penis twitched in his panties as he felt himself turn into a puddle of goo. It was an intense relaxation as he let himself give in to his beta cuckold nature. All his anxieties washed away and for a few seconds, he was in complete blissful surrender. Stefan, the Black hunk, was going to take care of things. White bois don’t have to worry about pleasing women. He felt his penis drip his cummies right into the pad.
"Oh, my, look at that! You couldn’t resist, could you? You’ve already started spurting in the pad. How humiliating, we barely did anything! That just goes to show you how necessary it is to be secure."
Emily giggles in a playful awkwardness, while the Black stud chuckles in amusement. The white boi feels the shame of his inadequacy while his heart is still racing. The monitors zoom in on his small bulge incased in his tight panties.
"But your panties are still dry! Isn’t that wonderful? Aww, don’t be embarrassed, darling. That’s exactly what Pussyfree Pads are for, after all. They’re here to catch your little leaks and keep you feeling clean and controlled. It’s all part of being a submissive white boi."
The white boi squirms, his face redder than ever, feeling both a sense of acceptance and twisted satisfaction.
It won’t be long until you are wear them with pride. Just think, you can cum multiple times a day without ever bothering a white girl! Isn’t this what you’ve always craved, to be a pussyfree white boi who surrenders control and finds pleasure in being inferior to snowbunnies and BLACK KINGS?
Dylan hesitates, and for the first time speaks in a meek and shaky whisper.
"Yes, mistress."
"Well, my precious white boi, remember that every white boi should be pussyfree and have PUSSYFREE PADS. It’s a symbol of your submission so embrace it, my dear."
Dylan is left in the dark as the spotlight cuts off on him. He is whisked away backstage. Emily addresses the camera.
"To all you lovely white girls out there, if you have a special cuck in your life, a white boi who longs to submit and embrace his role, Pussyfree Pads are a must have accessory. Imagine the power you’ll have knowing that your cuck is always prepared, his little leaks caught by a soft embrace, a reminder of his place in the world. And to all you white bois….."
She drops to her knees and Stefan stands in a powerful stance. Emily continues, ready to fulfill the millions of white boi fantasies around the world.
"Trust me, you’re gonna need it."
She slowly unbuckles and unzips the Black man’s pants. Stefan has a devilish grin and places a strong hand on the back of her head.
Fade to black.
