I'm an ass licker by JRob (Literotica)
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Posted:May 24, 2021 8:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2022 7:08 pm 3818 Views
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an ass licker.
Damn, that is embarrassing to write. But the fact is that, well, no matter how you slice it, I am an ass licker.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
I guess you could say it started about a year ago when I hired Brittany as my assistant. In the old days you might have called her a secretary, but in fact she does a whole lot more. She manages my office, keeps the books in tune, handles brittle situations that I just am not good at and basically takes care of things for .
Working for my father-in-law can be quite challenging. When I married his , Jackie, things changed for . While he was against the marriage his mind was turned around by his who loved dearly.
He insisted I sign a prenuptial agreement, which I gladly did, and in return he set me up as the boss of one of his small offices. After turning in a strong performance, I was promoted, and not because I was married to his .
Things went swimmingly for several years, but sometimes people do things. I am a people, and I do things. It wasn't premeditated stupidity, just a rash act of dumbness. Again and again.
See, several months after starting as my assistant Brittany broke up with her boyfriend. Or, should I say, my 20-year-old assistant was dumped for another. She took it hard, and I was a tender shoulder to cry upon.
I was just being friendly, honest, I didn't plan anything. But after work one evening a simple friendly kissed turned into a make session and soon Brittany was rewarding for being her best friend.
She sucked my cock.
Right there in the office. On her knees. Bobbing her head with a practiced motion, as apparently she had done such a thing with several guys I'd learned later. "That bastard knows what he is missing, too, because he's had the nerve to and ask to get together, slipping behind her back," said Brittany of her former boyfriend.
"I met with him on the sly, as had a nice dinner, and in the car after he wanted a blow job. He told me she isn't good it and I was the best. He wouldn't come back to me, but he wanted me to blow him. I got of the car and walked to the bus. Bastard."
Brittany told this in between bobbing her head on my dick. She'd tell some of the story, suck me some, and then tell me more. Then she'd suck like a champion, quite frankly the best over on my dick.
Clearly I wasn't thinking of my wife when I shot my copious load into Brittany's wet and willing mouth.
That event wasn't a one-timer; it became the regular finish to our , or sometimes lunchtime. If the office was clear, and no appointments were on the schedule, Brittany found her way between my legs so suck me off.
I couldn't leave well enough alone. I had to have more. But with more came more danger. You can get a blowjob in the office or in the car quickly. But sex, well, the old in , in takes more time, planning and effort.
Still, it was a magnet for us, and soon Brittany had found herself being fucked by me on the couch, in the car, on the floor, and one Friday night over my desk.
The latter tryst was especially because Jackie and I were supposed to meet the theater that night. Unfortunately, when the door opened to my office --- my wife had keys to everything ---- I was rutting my assistant from behind. Brittany was draped over my desk, panties around one ankle, skirt up and between her legs fucking like a porn star.
We had the radio on playing soft music and never heard the key in the lock or the door open. What we did hear is my wife shriek and then her feet kicking us. My ass got the worst of it, but when Brittany fell over my assistant also caught a heel on her backside as well.
It was not pretty.
Jackie grabbed Brittany by the hair, and somehow flung her of the office. She then proceeded to berate , alternating slaps with kicks, for several minutes.
After the few minutes of mayhem Jackie told to take a shower and get dressed so we would not be late for the show. "My father will be waiting for us there, and I can't wait to tell him what you were doing," threatened my wife.
I took that shower, I got dressed, and I went to the theater. Along the way I tried to speak to my wife, but to no avail. Uncomfortable was the word of the night, and her father could tell something was wrong. But Jackie didn't say anything. At least, not that I knew of.
We went home and I slept on the couch, as I did for several nights before moving to the guest bedroom. Jackie and I barely spoke, and despite flowers, messages and gifts she barely recognized my existence.
At work, Brittany was absent. She called in sick for the next week and wouldn't answer my phone calls.
That weekend came the "deal." I call it that because it was really an ultimatum but I wanted my mind to at least think I had a choice.
Jackie made it clear. "You signed the pre-nup, and if I kick your ass you get nothing. My father will blacklist you in this town, and you will leave this house with basically the shirt on your pack. I am betting, though, my dad will also have your ass kicked somewhere along the way, so you will be forever looking over your shoulder."
My wife glared at me. "I still love you, but I hate you. I am offering you a way to regain my trust, but it won't be easy. So, leave now, look over your shoulder, or take my deal. It's either, no compromise."
Sitting there, I started to respond but she hushed me.
"Brittany has been promoted, she's working across town, and if you ever see her again you will find yourself with your precious balls kicked in. Period. No exception. And you will find yourself penniless and on the street. In fact if you ever so much as think naughty thoughts about another woman you are toast. Agreed?"
Quickly I told Jackie I'd never stray again. That I loved her dearly. That I wanted her.
Jackie, though, would have nothing of it. "I don't believe you. I think you will fuck a hole in a cantaloupe if you thought it would feel good. You are s shit, an asshole, a cheater and I can't trust you as far as I could throw you."
She looked daggers at .
Again I started to say something, but she cut me off.
"You are on probation for a year. You will be the perfect husband. You will give up golf on the weekends, and use that to gifts. You will be the perfect husband. When I have girls night you will be supportive. Maybe even serve us drinks.
"If, the end of the year, you have been a good then I will consider having you back in our bed. I will think of keeping all this away from my father. You will be my adoring husband, and maybe, just maybe, you will regain my trust. Understand?"
It was honest when I said yes. Brittany was nothing but a plaything, Jackie was everything to . I told her so, and told her I would do everything she asked and she would be proud of .
Jackie gave a sort of leer, sort of smile, and ordered upstairs to get a pillow and meet her in the basement. I did as I was told and when I arrived in the basement I was startled by the sight.
My wife was leaning over the pool table, her skirt lifted and her ass bared to me. She reached back and took the pillow and I started to unbuckle by belt.
"Don't even think it, you bastard. You won't be getting any nookie for a long, long time. If ever again."
And then she said the words. "Get down on your knees and kiss my ass. Do it now."
I don't know about you, but to that point in time I had never really spent time around her or any other woman's ass. Oh, I'd felt them, fondled them, caressed them. But I hadn't kissed even one.
Jackie's ass was bare in front of me, and I dropped to my knees and began planting kisses all over her behind.
"Brittany tells me she blew you several dozen times," spat my wife. "You are a big asshole. Kiss mine. Kiss my ass."
I did, I kissed all over. But that wasn't what she meant.
"Are you a retard?" said my wife. "I told you to kiss my ass. Let me be more specific. Kiss my fucking asshole, and do it now."
In for a penny, in fot a pound. I kissed and licked all over her ass, holding her by the sides as I slowly slithered my lips toward her hairy behind. Ok, not really all that hairy, but there was a bit of hair down her ass crack.
Licking the crack, I moved toward her asshole with the speed of a snail. S L O W L Y. I really didn't want to go there, I didn't want to lick there, but she insisted and I didn't really have a choice. Her wish was my command.
Moving my hands toward the crack I pulled open the butt cheeks and saw the star-shaped hole. I stared at it a few seconds before she urged me on.
"Lick my ass!"
I closed my eyes and moved my heard toward it. I had her cheeks held open, and gave my licks a final lick before moving in. My lips kissed between her ass cheeks and then my tongue slithered out and against my wife's hairy ass hole.
It was disgusting. Embarassing. Awful.
Still, my tongue wormed its way into my wife's asshole. I guess I was licking, but really it was more like sticking my tongue in that tangy, awful hole.
"Fuck me with your tongue, you cheating bastard," exclaimed my wife. "Lick my ass, you cretin. You jackass. You are one big asshole licking my asshole like a fucking . You worthless asshole licking ."
Words came out of my wife's mouth I'd never heard before. Normally prim and proper, she called me all kinds of names as I licked, kissed and tongued her dark hole. Not was the taste awful, but the embarrassment of the act brought blood to my head. I was sure I was totally red.
I didn't my watch, it could have been two minutes or twenty minutes, but whatever it was it was clearly awful. She would push her ass back at , slipping a little more tongue into her shit hole. I swear I could feel something awful that comes from there on my tongue.
"You are an ass licking fucking ," jeered my wife, almost spitting the words. "You are worthless, dickiess, a piece of shit. So you are right at home."
At some point the masquerade ended. I was dutifully put into my place. Well, soon I was, because Jackie had started playing with her pussy while I was licking her ass and soon she brought herself off right there in front of me.
I felt worthless. But it was over.
"Get used to the taste," said my wife. "You will be down there a lot over the next year."
I soon found she was true to her word as I have become a talented butt licker.
Yes, I am an ass licker.
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The Initiation by Susan Strict
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Posted:May 24, 2021 5:33 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2021 5:32 pm 3619 Views
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"What the fuck is that?"
"That's the smotherbox."
"Smotherbox?"
"Yes."
"You mean someone gets sat on in that?" Ted picked it up, carefully weighing it in his hands. It was heavy.
"Yes. She sits here, and this is where he puts his head."
Ted turned a wheel underneath the contraption and padded rubber arms folded down.
“That’s right, and then they’re locked together. She cannot escape any more than he can."
"Jesus Christ! That thing's fucking spooky."
"It's the initiation. We have a girl who does it and she claims she loves it."
"You're serious."
"Yup."
"How long is he in there?"
"It starts at night and lasts until morning."
*
You would have thought it was a military command post from the way they sat at a round table and watched slides from a projector.
"His name is Jack Olson. He is a chemistry major."
Grades?"
"3.0."
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"No."
There was a brief silence, and then someone else in the darkness of that room spoke quietly:
"You always ask that."
There was another silence, for longer this time. It was as if no one wanted to be the first to confirm that they should go ahead.
"You forget your mandate, Eddy. The hazing works best when he doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Why?"
"It's the psychology. It’s from our grand master, Master Charlie. He says the hazing is particularly effective when the subject is not preoccupied with any romance with any woman whatsoever."
"I agree. That is the way their loyalties stay with the fraternity."
"Is Becky ready?"
"Becky's always ready." There was laughter at that comment.
“No, seriously. She will break off whatever she was doing. She knows the importance of this."
*
It was not dissimilar from those smotherboxes seen on some of the more specialized Internet web sites, but this went much further. In this smotherbox, the of them were locked together, she on top in the dominant position as with those ‘normal’ boxes and he underneath her, half smothered, or more, under her naked body. But this smotherbox did not give her the option of finishing the smothering when she had had enough or even when she thought he could take no more. No way. She was as helplessly locked onto him as he was helplessly locked under her. Sure she could move her arms around and, to some extent, her legs too, but she could not undo those heavy locks and release the of them until someone turned up with the keys. Once locked, they were both trapped there.
Becky, of course, knew all about it. She had done it at least a dozen times before, ever since some bright spark had come up with the idea and constructed the thing. At first she thought it was pretty weird, but they gave her so much encouragement that she tried it a couple of times and found... well, she found that she was rather addicted it, although she would never admit it. She was just doing a favor for her friends. That was all.
The whole idea was pretty crazy, but for those involved in the initiation it had a certain satisfying psychology it. “You can have too much of a good thing” was what it was all about, and there was no question in any of their minds that Becky was undoubtedly a good thing – if taken in small doses.
So they locked him in under Becky to make that very point. He had to take the good with the bad. He had no choice. What might have seemed quite enjoyable at first would, undoubtedly, be far from enjoyable by the end of the night. Quite apart from anything else, Becky would inevitably need to go to the bathroom at some point during those hours she was locked on top of him. Much as there might be some men who would not object to having her urinate all over them, few would want to be trapped in it for hour after hour.
On the first occasion she was persuaded to do this, Becky found very quickly that the arms of the device locking her in place on him did actually allow her some movement. This was a deliberate feature, and one that she used to its full. She had exactly inches of movement available her: inches backward or forward, and inches up and down. It was not much, but the difference of those inches was the difference between a relatively comfortable facesit allowing him plenty of air breathe, and a face-crushing suffocation that totally blocked his air supply and felt to him as though the bones in his face would crack at any second. Without a doubt, thought Becky, any man locked down there would very quickly discover how precious oxygen is.
Tonight, however, was different and it turned into a night that none of them would ever forget, particularly not the young man in the smotherbox.
Becky was having a bad day, and no matter how hard she tried to calm down she was becoming more and more angry at everything and everyone around her. It was an odd trait of Becky’s that the more she became angry, the more she had the urge to find sexual satisfaction, and the more physical she needed to be to find that satisfaction. After Becky had had a bad day, more than one man had run from her room in fear of the beautiful young woman who had suddenly turned into an uncontrollable, insatiable wildcat.
By the time they called up Becky to ask her to do her usual job for the new initiation, she was frustrated to the point of fury.
“No,” she shouted. “Fuck off.” And then she called them back thirty seconds later. “Of course I’ll do it.” She slammed down the telephone.
They were not at all sure she would turn up, and when she did it was with an attitude that kept them all at a distance from her.
“If you don’t want to do it, it’s O..”
“Why? What’s wrong?” she snapped, daring anyone tell her she was in a bad temper.
She did not wait for an answer. She just strode over that young man already strapped naked into the smotherbox, slapping his hardness that saluted her as she approached, shed her clothes with not much more than a wriggle, and positioned herself on top of him, her attitude as naked as she now was.
“Well?” she glared round angrily. “Isn’t someone going to lock me in?”
There was fear in the room, and not just from that young man helplessly squirming to breathe. The shy, young female they knew so well had turned into something else, and it was something outside their experience. She was moaning and grinding herself down onto him even before the arms of the box were locked around her waist.
“Jesus, we gotta stop her.”
“This is getting out of hand.”
And then she was screaming in fit after fit of orgasm, and not one of them dared to go near her. She loved him more completely than a woman might love her vibrator, and with less consideration. His body twisted and jerked, but the smotherbox did its job and held him just where she wanted him while she was grinding herself down on him like she was never going to stop.
They could not watch. It was not the entertainment it had always been, and yet no one stopped it. One by one they slunk from the room as if ashamed they could neither bear to see any more of it nor intervene to bring it to an end. The look on her face was truly terrifying, and all the time she is smothering the shit out of the man underneath her.
“She can’t control herself. We have to do something.”
They were wrong, and even not knowing they were wrong still they did nothing. Becky knew exactly what she was doing even through the haze of orgasm and the grinding anger finding its outlet on the unyielding face beneath her. However much he and the watchers were sure he could not survive much more of it, she knew just where the limit was and she took it up to that edge until it was balanced precariously right there.
Something happened to that man that night, something that was quite unexpected. Only he and Becky knew about it, and it changed both of their lives forever. In the midst of his terror, his suffering, and her wild sexuality, there was a beauty, a trust and a nurture that stayed with them.
And no one except the of them ever knew why it was that from then on Becky frequently borrowed that smotherbox.
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The Mile High Club (by RichardCHDavies, from Giantess City)
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Posted:Oct 21, 2020 1:51 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2020 11:43 am 5103 Views
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The Mile High Club
SM, GTS, insertion, lick, handheld, SM kidnap
Michael kept his voice low enough so it was audible only her; sitting next him.
“I’ll go in the right toilet,” Michael whispered to his newly wedded wife, Rachel, she gave an excited nod of an affirmative and he then glanced ahead and down the aisle.
The drone of the jumbo jet engines thrummed around them, outside the porthole sized windows was just black and the occasional stars in the night sky. The lights in the cabin had been turned low and the temperature adjusted slightly to encourage people’s slumber.
“How long should I give you?” she asked with a voice trembling with anticipation. He thought about it for a moment, each time was slightly different but on average he knew.
“About forty minutes,” he replied with a shrug.
“Are you sure you don’t want me with you?” He shook his head.
“Just twist the latch and then you can unlock the door from the outside. Don’t leave me hanging in there, this stuff lasts for ages. It will be beyond our stop off at Dubai.”
Rachel nodded, smiling sweetly, giving him assurances that she would come in time.
The vacant toilet sign clicked to green and he instantly unclipped his seat belt and made his way towards the toilets. Passing the returning passenger and previous occupant of the toilet on the way with a cursory, but polite, glance of acknowledgement as they passed each other.
The toilet that he was heading for was directly opposite another toilet, both doors were shut. He opened the door on the right. Light flooded into the small corridor from the toilet and he entered, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door, his mind was racing thinking about what he was doing next. He caught himself in the mirror opposite and looked himself up and down.
In about thirty or forty minutes he was going to be between four and inches tall. He pulled out the packet of special pills and popped several in his mouth, ran his mouth under the tap and gargled and then sat the toilet seat lid, waiting.
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Rachel kept watching the toilet sign anxiously. She had never actually seen Michael shrunken, she was so excited. He had kept asking her to let him do it, but she had refused until they were married. He couldn’t even wait until they were at their honeymoon resort.
The clock ticked by, she wasn’t sure when, but Rachel drifted off to sleep in her seat.
*
Beth flicked over the media screen options. She had already watched two films and was utterly bored. She was also quite horny from watching the last film.
She waited another twenty minutes, she couldn’t sleep. She decided she had to do something about it. The whole plane was quiet, the occasional person snoring but nobody was alert. Only one person had got quite a while ago.
She glanced the aisle towards the toilets. Both lights were green. She decided to go. She unclipped her seatbelt, grabbed her handbag, and nipped out into the corridor and gently but swiftly walked the toilets.
She opened the door the right, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She turned back and stumbled something the floor.
“What the…” she looked down in surprise see a pile of male clothes and a pair of shoes. They were just crumpled . She wrinkled her face in disgust.
Yuk, who would just leave their clothes in a plane toilet! She thought to herself.
She kicked them over to the edge of the toilet and glanced at herself in the mirror. She knew she was good looking, she was hoping to find someone to have a good shag with on this trip away. She just needed some escapism from the monotonous and busy city life she led.
She weighed whether she should chuck the clothes outside, but then shrugged herself. Tough, if they came for the clothes they will have to wait.
Her eyes were squinting slightly in the bright lights. It wasn’t the best ambience to masturbate in. She pulled out her phone from her handbag and went to her gallery, shooting through photos of her previous sexual conquests, looking for inspiration from one of the guys that she had been with to help her get back to feeling as horny as she had been feeling a few minutes ago.
She settled on someone she had slept with a few times a year ago. She held the phone in one hand and then with her other she lifted her skirt and slithered her hand inside her panties. She nudged them down to give her hand space and then started to slowly masturb whilst looking at the photo.
She leant her phone wielding arm, resting her elbow against the small surface with the sink. She sighed as she started to find her rhythm, feeling herself getting wet below. Her breathing became more frequent and she started to zone out of everything else, the plane noise, the lighting all became distant to her.
She started to speed her masturbation, hearing a satisfyingly wet slopping sound from her fingers against her labia.
Then the phone screen suddenly went blank.
She fumbled with her phone in annoyance, power saving mode had locked the phone. She moved her thumb try and unlock it, with her other hand down her pants.
Instead the phone spun out of her hand and clattered into the small bowl of the sink.
There was a sudden movement from behind the tap that immediately caught her attention and made her gasp in reply.
She looked directly at it, fearing it was a big spider or a mouse.
She couldn’t believe what she saw, but she was definitely looking directly at it, her brain was telling her that she was seeing a tiny naked man.
He was looking at her in utter terror.
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When Michael had started shrink it had occurred him that he didn’t like the reality of shrinking down onto the unsanitary floor or toilet seat of the toilet cubicle. The fantasy had appealed more than the reality.
He then realised that he was shrinking inside a public toilet and the whole idea started to lose its appeal.
Unfortunately, he had taken the pills, he could throw them , but the effects had started and he had already shrunk by half, there was no stopping it now.
He decided to curl the sink counter and let himself shrink there, so when Rachel came in he would be by the sink, visible and away from the unsanitary floor.
The minutes ticked by and he ended with his feet dangling over the bowl of the sink.
He started grow bored, wishing he had put his phone there with him.
He looked down at his clothes, there was no safe way down there, he couldn’t even lift his phone anyway. Then he glanced at the door as he heard it click.
His heart jumped in excitement. She was here, his wife had arrived, this was going be so fun.
Stone cold shock suddenly overtook him as he instantly realised that the blonde woman who had her back facing him, locking the door, was definitely not his wife. His mouth was open in disbelief. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to lock the door behind him.
He jumped and dashed over hide behind the tap.
He daren’t even look at what she was doing, he hoped she was just coming for a number one and would promptly leave. He heard her scrape his clothes the side and then pause.
He wondered if she had seen him. He pressed his naked back against the plastic tap, desperately hoping she hadn’t seen him.
Then he realised even if she hadn’t seen him now she would surely feel or see him when she went use the tap wash her hands.
shit! He hoped Rachel would rescue him from this predicament any time now. She would surely unlock the door and see his clothes and this woman in here and rescue him.
His heart dropped as he heard the distinctive sound of the woman as she started masturb he could hear her panting and the wet sound of her masturbation.
Instinctive male curiosity overcame him and he slowly peered out from one side of the tap. He looked out. He could see her giant hand rubbing at herself beneath her skirt. Her other hand was holding her phone in front of her and she was looking at the screen.
She was good looking, blonde with long hair. Mid twenties at a guess. She had blue eyes with long eyelashes, luscious pink lips, flushed cheers, polished nails and fair skin.
There was a strong scent of perfume in the cubicle, which seemed stronger now he was looking at her. She towered above him as she stood, legs apart and her hand between her skirt.
Suddenly she frowned at her phone and then it looked like it was flying directly at him. It skittered into the sink bowl, causing him to jump back in shock; from the large flying phone and the clattering sound it caused as it landed.
He bounced against the splashback of the sink and instantly knew his mistake as he locked gaze with the giantess who was now looking directly back at him in shock.
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Beth’s eyes widened with astonishment at what she saw in front of her.
She leaned forwards and crouched slightly until her face was much closer. The tiny man pressed himself against the splashback, looking for an escape route. He was trapped on the little shelf. He looked so cute and helpless.
“Hi there, tiny man,” she spoke, it made him jump in surprise, from the proximity of her face and her sudden voice.
“Hi,” he replied unevenly.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself trapped there,” she continued, smirking in amusement at his predicament. She glanced down at the clothes pooled on the floor and realised what had happened.
She had heard about shrinking pills, seen videos on the internet, but never witnessed the effects in real life.
It had never been something that had appealed her, but now that she saw the tiny naked man in front of her, she could appreciate the appeal.
“Funny place want shrink yourself?” she intoned her voice.
“I’m waiting for my wife…” his head hung slightly.
“Oooh,” Beth sat down on the toilet lid and leaned towards the shelf. “I see,” she looked at the door and paused. “Well she’s not come for you so far…” she pursed her lips in embarrassment for him, looking down at him sympathetically.
She looked back at the door.
“When was she supposed to come in?” She asked him as she looked back at him. “It’s 3am now,” she added.
“Oh shit, I’ve been in here for ages, she should have come by now…” he put his head in his hands.
Beth’s eyes looked over his tiny body hungrily, he was a good looking and athletic man. A perfect size for what she had in mind. She bit her lower lip as she thought through the options.
“I tell you what,” she finally said. “I’ll take you to her,” she smiled sweetly.
“Oh thank you!” he swung his arms at his sides in relief, “thank you so much.”
“I’ll just gather your things,” she turned her back so she blocked his view as she bent down to quickly hunt through the pockets of his clothing. She found a cylinder of pills and glanced at the label, Shrinking formula.
“How many of these did you take?” She asked over to him.
“Two,” he replied, stepping forwards out of the slight shadow of the mirror above. She nodded absently. She had heard that taking another two to four pills within a few hours could potentially make the shrunken state permanent.
She clutched her handbag and put his pills in the side pouch, without him being able to see.
“Okay, time to go little man,” she lowered her outstretched hand towards the sink counter, palm facing upwards. She was amazed at seeing this tiny living man.
He glanced her hand nervously and then allowed her to curl her fingers around his body and lift him up.
His cute little feet dangled below her clenched fist and his shoulders and head out of the top. She carried him over to her bag.
She opened the main compartment and lowered him inside, she let go of the little man and he dropped an inch to the bottom.
She looked down at him with a warm smile, he looked up at her gratefully.
“Okay,” he started talking, “so my wife is in seat B…”
Beth zipped the main compartment of her bag, cutting him off.
She stood , stepped over his clothes and carefully unlocked the door.
She crept out and peered around the door. There were no faces looking at her. The thrum of the engines was she could hear. Nearly everyone was sleeping, their heads and necks tilted one side. Many wore masks.
A few faces were glued their media screens, their cheeks lit by the display.
There was no attention on her.
She crept down the aisle, her heart was thumping with the thrill. She casually glanced at seat B as she passed. An attractive brunette was asleep, slumped her side. A was empty.
well, you snooze, you lose…
She smiled herself as she glided past and headed towards the toilets at the back of the plane.
She slipped inside a cubicle, gently locking the door behind her and glanced at herself in the mirror. She must look absolutely huge to this tiny man. She was so horny now, the thrill of it and the anticipation of it was getting her so wet.
She sat down on the toilet seat and lifted her handbag, opening the main compartment zip.
The tiny man was looking at her expectantly.
“Hi,” he said her hopefully, “is my wife…”
She reached inside and curled her fingers around him, lifting him out. He glanced around, realising he was in the toilet still.
He didn’t know it was a different toilet though.
Beth winked at him and then put him the sink counter.
She put her bag the floor and pulled down her panties and skirt, letting them pool at her feet.
Then she looked over at him and fixed a hungry stare at him. He stepped backwards as he saw the predatory eyes analysing him. His eyes were wide in sudden fear.
Michael glanced towards the giant hairy pussy that was sitting nearby. He didn’t understand what was happening, she had just promised to take him to his wife.
Beth started to gently rub her left hand down between her legs, she was already wet and sticky. She started to rub herself in circles and could feel the slick fluid of her sexual mucus her fingers.
She gasped in pleasure and started moan.
Michael took a step backwards. He had thought she was going to take him and return him to his wife like she had promised. It was clear to him that she had no such intention.
A giant hand suddenly slapped down on the worktop in front of him. It made him jump in fright. The fingers were absolutely huge. The hand just laid there, palm downwards, fingers splayed out. It was her other hand. It started to slowly grip against the worktop.
He looked back over to her in terror at what she might do next, she was leaning forwards over herself, panting heavily. She was so focused on her own masturbation.
There was a repeating slick and wet sound of her masturbation.
This went on for at least a minute. He had looked around for any escape, he even considered the sink plug hole but he wouldn’t fit through.
of a sudden she was looking at him again, those blue eyes went from beautiful terrifying and predatory.
The giant hand suddenly twitched and then lunged for him before he could react. He couldn’t evade it anyway.
Giant fingers curled around his body and encapsulated him in a vice-like grip, it felt like they were everywhere, he had nowhere to turn to escape.
He was wrapped in the giant fingers and felt himself being lifted .
His eyes were wide with fear as he was realised that he was very high off the floor and in the grip of a giant woman he didn’t even know.
“Please, stop, please let go!” He shouted out as loud as he could as he was drawn nearer her face.
The giant hand lifted him until he was level with the huge beautiful face. He needed look around her face make out her features in full.
She had dark brushed eyelashes, but flushed red checks and lips.
Her head was bobbing slightly as she continued masturbate below. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth slightly open in an O shape.
Suddenly the eyelids flicked open and the giant piercing eyes focused down him.
“Please, please let go, this is some kind of mistake. My wife…”
The giant face loomed closer towards him. The masturbating stopped.
She didn’t say anything, she just drank in the sight of the tiny man in her hand.
He felt her warm breath wash over his face.
Suddenly her giant mouth opened, revealing terrifyingly huge white pearlescent teeth, which parted to release her giant pink tongue.
The wet muscle emerged and slapped against his midsection, curling down and then licking his body his face. It was warm and slimy. He could feel her humid breath washing over his whole body, it made his eyes sting.
*
Rachel’s heart was thumping in her head. She searched the heap of clothes in the toilet again, looked inside the shoes carefully.
Her husband wasn’t there. He was missing. She had woken with a start ten minutes ago, realised the time and rushed into the toilet.
She looked around and again and again in the toilet cubicle. Whispering his name as loud as she dared.
Shrinking drugs or any technology were illegal. It felt so stupid now taking the risk the plane. Michael had begged her do it.
She slowly opened the door and looked around the floor. He surely wouldn’t have sneaked out, would he?
She looked over the air hostess’, they were fast asleep. The passengers in the main cabin were asleep. Where the hell was he?
*
Beth’s masturbation resumed below, she moaned quietly, with her mouth open, but it was loud enough for Michael whose tiny head was in her open mouth.
He was protesting loudly, shouting at her release him and return him his wife. She just ignored him and continued lick his body, covering him in wet saliva.
She finally lifted him away from her giant mouth and glared at him, her head bobbing as she continued masturbate below.
“Please, let go!” he shouted out.
“Shhh!” she shushed him, “I’ve got plans for you,” she gasped at him, her mouth open in pleasure from her masturbation.
“What do you mean?” he asked in terror, the look in her eyes was cold and calculating.
She was thinking about one thing and that was clear him now. His blood ran cold as the sides of her mouth slowly turned upwards into a leering smile.
“You’re nice and wet with my saliva,” she commented and then he felt himself being lowered down to her crotch.
He screamed as loud as he could. He didn’t care who burst into the toilet to rescue him, but he needed to escape this crazy woman.
Her other hand was down there, masturbating her pussy hard. It was slick, white clumps of sexual fluid were collecting and stuck to her fingers, sticky strands kept being spread around.
The fingers suddenly stopped rubbing the labia and pressed themselves either side of the lips of the giant pussy. The dark mouth of the pussy was gaping open and twitching in anticipation.
Michael yelled in terror until his lungs burned. Unfortunately for him, with the toilet door closed combined with, being at the back of the plane and the engine noise, his yell was only audible to Beth, and she didn’t care....
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Posted:Aug 18, 2019 2:23 pm
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I had the apartment to myself, or at least I thought I did, so I figured I'd take some "me time." I stripped off, flopped on the bed and jerked it seriously while I looked at porn on my phone. I was about ten minutes into it when I heard, "Well, looks like you're having a good time."
I looked up to see my smiling girlfriend who stood in the doorway. I froze in place with my hand wrapped around my dick not sure if I was in trouble or not. She slowly walked into the room and stood between my knees. She looked me up and down her eyes stopped on my hard dick with my hand still wrapped around it. Then she slowly shook her head no with a, how many times have a told you, look on her face. I was beginning to think I was in trouble when she took off her clothes.
"Go on," she said as she undressed, "keep stroking. I want to see you enjoying it. Don't come though, I have plans for that hard on."
I slowly moved my hand up and down my dick while I watched her finish undressing. When she was naked she stood there with her hands on her hips.
"Look at you. My boyfriend stroking his little dick. Enjoying the view baby? Like what you see," she asked as she cupped her tits and bounced them up and down for me.
"Oh God, yeah, you're so hot," I said.
"Yeah," she said as if she didn't believe me.
She put one knee up on the bed and walked up my body straddling me. When she got up to my crotch she looked down at my dick. She slapped my hand and said, "Take your hand off that, it's mine now."
I quickly took my hand away. She looked down at my hard dick as it stood there. She stroked it gently with her hand pressing it up against her body as she did. I could feel the lips of her pussy against my balls. Then she thrust her hips forward and then those lips parted and wrapped around the base of my shaft. She pressed my dick against my body and then slid those lips up and down the shaft of my hard dick. I put my hands on her hips and said, "Oh, God yeah baby."
She stopped, pulled both of my hands off her and said, "I think those hands have done enough for now. In fact, I think I'm going to keep them, and you, out of trouble."
Then she turned around and spread her legs right over my head. As she straddled me facing my feet I looked right up into heaven. I was so distracted by her body that I didn't realize what her mind was up to until it was too late. Her legs pinned down my arms and her ass came right down on my face. I just managed to take a deep breath in before she smothered me.
"MMmmmm," I mumbled as best I could up into her ass.
"Oh, baby, that feels nice. Why don't you make yourself useful while you're back there," she said.
I moved my tongue towards her pussy but she stopped.
"Oh no no no no no, start on the other hole first. Be a good boy and do a good job," she said as she brushed her hand up my hard dick, "and maybe I'll go easy on you."
I moved my mouth back a little and started to lick her ass.
"Mmmm, nice," she said as she teased my dick.
I licked and lapped at her asshole like my life depended on it. Which it was starting to too. I was having trouble breathing. When I squirmed in panic she said, "Silly me, do you need a little fresh air?"
She lifted up off me for a second and I breathed in deep. Just as I sucked in air she plopped back down on me.
"get your tongue up my ass," she ordered.
Not in any position to argue I did as commanded. I wormed and wiggled my tongue right up her tight little ass.
"God yeah, that's nice. Get it in real deep," she said as she teased my dick.
"Oh fuck," she said in a deep breathy voice, "that's nice."
She gripped my dick by the base and rode my face. As she ground her crotch up against me she pulsed her grip on my dick. It was enough to drive me crazy but not enough to get me off.
After a while she thrust herself backwards pulling my tongue out of her ass. She rubbed her pussy right in my face. I was just her humping post as she used me to get herself off while my dick helplessly throbbed in her hand. After a few moments her thrusts got more wild, her moans got louder. Then with one last grind into my face she came with a grunt.
Her body relaxed over me allowing me to draw in breath. Talking almost into her pussy with her asshole right in my face I said, "Um, you're not going to leave me hanging are you?"
"Oh," she said still breathing roughly, "still thinking of your little dick? Well, I do need to take care of this."
Not caring what she meant I was just happy that she began jerking me off again. She even reached forward and took the head of my dick in her mouth. As her tongue swirled around me I began to get closer and closer to coming. Just when I was about to come she took her hand off me and let my dick flop out of her mouth. despite the fact that she ruined my orgasm I pumped out my come all over my belly. It was an orgasm but it was a frustrating half kind of half pleasure.
"Hey," I through ragged breath, "what gives?"
"You just be quiet back there and be happy you got what you did," she said as she sat up covering my mouth with her ass and pussy.
I murmured into her but she wasn't listening. She bounced up and down on my face a couple of times then she looked down at me over her shoulder and asked, "How's the air back there?"
I screamed into her ass and looked back up at her with wild eyes. She just giggled at me and said, "Things are going to change around here. I'm sick and tired of you ignoring me and wasting your hard ons jerking off. From now on every single one belongs to me. And do you know why?"
I shook my head no. She smiled and said, "This is why."
She turned forward and leaned over. I heard her open her night table drawer and take something out. I felt cold metal on my stomach. Then I felt it around my dick. I struggled for air.
"Oh, do you need a little air," she asked as she lifted up off of me a little.
"What are you doing," I asked as I sucked in air through her pussy.
She plopped her ass back down on my face and said, "I'm caging your little dick. Don't bother looking for the key, you won't find it. and if I find out you've opened, or even tried to open, this cage we're done. I will leave you and your selfish little dick. Is that understood?"
She lifted her ass up off me just enough for me to say, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good boy," she said as she smothered me again, "now make yourself useful while I finish up here. Practise makes perfect."
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Dibs (by Trawis)
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Posted:Jul 6, 2019 5:38 am
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This class is gonna be so boring, Ben thinks as he sits down. Where’s Mark? This would be more fun if he was here. I haven’t seen him at school in over a week. He must be really sick.
He rubs his face, trying to stay awake. To his left he hears giggling and he sleepily looks over. Oh god. It’s the cheerleaders, taking a bunch of seats together right next to him, all wearing their uniforms. They’re not supposed to wear the cheer uniforms outside of practice but they do anyway, flaunting the short skirts and skimpy tops like gang colours as they strut around the school. Everyone knows they own this place now. Ben and his friend Mark are some of the only male students left, and the male teachers have been disappearing even faster.
Ashley, the cheer captain, takes the desk next to him. She’s the one he hates the most. She’s the hottest and the most popular, and she fucking knows it. She walks around like she can do no wrong. And the infuriating thing is that she seems to be right.
As she sits and stretches her legs out she catches him glaring at her. Fuck. She smiles knowingly at him. He hastily looks away.
The class starts and he stares furiously at the front of the classroom, afraid of making eye contact with Ashley again. He feels pathetic. He’s terrified of a bunch of eighteen year old girls in mini skirts and crop tops. The thing is, somehow the uniforms make them even scarier. Their exposed belly buttons, their long bare legs and high heels. Shamefully, he’s noticed that they no longer have the typical netting under their cheer skirts. They’ve all cut it out, and now if you look up their skirts it’s just their skimpy underwear. Or nothing. But this doesn’t make them seem vulnerable anymore; now it makes them powerful. These days if you can see up a cheer girl’s skirt, it’s because that’s what she wants you to see.
They have a substitute teacher, a woman. “I’ll be taking this class for the remainder of the term. Mr. Slater isn’t here,” she says.
“Oh, actually, he is,” says Amber, one of the cheer girls. They all start snickering.
“Excuse me?”
“I found him yesterday, trying to get into the teacher’s lounge to find his wife.” She giggles. “He’s my new pet! Isn’t he like, so cute?”
Jesus Christ. Ben looks over and to his dismay, she’s telling the truth. The tiny naked man standing on her desk is unmistakably Mr. Slater. Why do they always keep them naked?
Shit, he thinks. I really liked Mr. Slater. Looked up to him even. Who’s next?
“Be that as it may, young lady,” the teacher says, “we’re going to carry on with the class.”
And just like that, Slater is forgotten. The new teacher starts writing on the board and lecturing.
Amber just keeps toying with Slater absentmindedly in her hands. She picks him up and dangles him by his foot, then drops him gently into her lap before doing it again. He struggles against her fingers but that just seems to amuse her more.
Isn’t the teacher going to say anything? Slater never used to put up with the girls openly playing with their “pets” in class. But Slater is gone. One of the last male role models in Ben’ life is just Amber’s desk toy now.
He feels nauseous. How can this be the world he lives in? How can this have become legal? Men who catch the virus should be given the same rights as everyone else, and given assistance by the government like disabled people. Not kept as pets and toys by whichever girl happens to find them first.
I bet they’re not even looking for a cure anymore, he thinks bitterly. All the influential men are out of the picture, and the women are all too happy to accept the new status quo.
No doubt noticing that Amber’s not getting in trouble, all the other girls pull out their little men to amuse themselves with. They pull them out of their handbags, or out of their bras. One girl, Sasha, was wearing their old gym teacher Mr. Curtis as part of her hairstyle, like he was a fucking fashion accessory. She pulls him out, lets her hair down, and then puts a bottle of nail polish on the desk and he obediently starts painting her nails.
Ben is sickened but also strangely fascinated, and he has to remind himself to look away before one of them catches his eye and they all start ridiculing him. But then out of the corner of his eye, something catches his attention.
The little man that Ashley’s got… Isn’t that…?
He stifles a gasp.
Shit! It’s Mark!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He can’t look away. She’s among the cruelest of the cheerleaders as she plays with her “pet.” She keeps popping his whole head in her mouth, then sucking on him like a lollipop for upwards of a full minute before pulling him out, gasping for air. She barely lets him catch his breath before doing it again.
His heart races. This must be why Mark hasn’t been around all week. Ben can only imagine the humiliation and torment that he must have already endured by now at Ashley’s hands.
Suddenly he feels unbelievably, terrifyingly alone. He feels like the tiniest, weakest little frightened mouse in a jungle of hungry predators. He looks around the room at them. Vultures, all of them. Capitalizing shamelessly on the worst thing that’s ever happened to whichever poor man they found.
Ashley being the unofficial leader of the cheer girls, many of them see what she’s doing to Mark and start copying her, popping their own little men into their mouths. Ashley doesn’t pay any attention. She doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to Mark; she’s just tormenting him absentmindedly while she scrolls through pictures on her phone.
As if she couldn’t be any more shameless, Ben watches in horrified fascination as she pulls Mark out of her mouth and, still not bothering to look down at him, she casually dries the spit off him with her tiny cheer skirt, then proceeds to use his face to scratch an itch on her ass.
After having satisfied her itch, she brings him up to her mouth again. He flinches, but this time she just whispers something to him and giggles. She crosses her legs and puts him down next to her on her seat, and he starts reluctantly kissing her ass cheek and the underside of her thigh.
“Good boy,” she says, and gently pets his head with her fingers.
Ben continues staring at her, horrified. He makes the mistake of staring too long, and her eyes flick over to him. He freezes. He feels like a mouse that’s just been spotted by a cat.
A smile slowly crosses Ashley’s face as she looks him up and down, licking her lips in a way that makes his stomach turn. She’s sizing him up, looking at him like he’s a meal. “Hi cutie!” she giggles, toying with her hair.
He’s frozen, too intimidated to speak.
Satisfied with her display of dominance, she turns her attention casually back to the teacher up front. Still looking ahead, she reaches down and picks up Mark. Ben can tell that she knows he’s still watching her, and she loves it. He doesn’t want to give her that power but he can’t seem to help himself.
Without a word she starts licking Mark all over. He squirms in her hands, visibly uncomfortable, but she ignores him.
Once he’s completely coated in her saliva, she gives him a mischievous smile and whispers something.
“What! Why?” says Mark’s tiny voice.
She giggles. “I dunno, I’m just like, bored.”
She puts her lips over his groin. He fights against her fingers. “No, no no…! Mmmffff…” She silences him easily with the tip of her finger on his mouth, and giggles as she carries on.
Ben can’t believe what he’s seeing. He watches as Mark’s body writhes in her hand, gets more and more tense, and then suddenly goes limp. Holy shit.
She pulls Mark out and plants a wet kiss on his face. Then she locks eyes with Ben and winks seductively at him as she drops Mark helplessly into her panties.
Some of the other girls were watching and now they all giggle at Ben’ awestruck expression.
“Jealous, cutie?” one of them jeers.
“Don’t worry,” says another one. “I’m sure you’ll be next.”
“Oh my god, guys, he’d be like, such a cute pet!”
Ashley herself doesn’t say anything. She’s not even looking at him anymore. She sits back, crosses her legs and sighs with contentment. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, quietly but very obviously enjoying the way Mark is squirming helplessly between her thighs.
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At the end of the class, Ben keeps his head down and just waits, hoping by now the girls have forgotten about him and they’ll just leave the class without interacting with him. He hears them talking to each other through the noise as everyone packs up.
“Yeah like, I know, right? Soooo cute.”
“Yeah but, like, he just like, does whatever you tell him.”
“Um, so? Isn’t that like, a good thing?”
“I dunno, I like it when they’re really pissed off. I want to get a pet who like, totally hates me, so I can just like break his little spirit.”
“You are so bad!”
Their laughter fades as they walk out of the room. “Did you hear Britney has two now? I’m like, so jealous…”
Still keeping his head down but fairly sure that they’ve all left, Ben starts to pack away his things to head to the cafeteria.
Suddenly he feels something on his head. It’s wet, and… it’s moving!
He freaks out and brushes it frantically onto the desk, where it lands on a sheet of paper. It takes him a second to register what it is.
“Mark?!”
Ben’s stomach flips as he realizes the reason Mark was wet must be from Ashley’s panties. Mark barely manages to stand up before Ashley skips over from behind Ben. She tugs on the sheet of paper, causing Mark to fall onto his back, and before he can get out of the way she hoists herself up onto the desk and sits on him.
“What the fuck!” says Ben.
Ashley giggles. “What?” she says with mock innocence.
“Is he… okay?”
She laughs. “You’re so cute! Don’t worry, I wouldn’t break my own toy. I can feel his little body squirming under my butt cheek. Mmm.” She wiggles her butt, and bites her lip like she did earlier when Mark was in her panties.
“You can’t just… Jesus....”
“Actually I’m pretty sure I can, cutie. He belongs to me.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“What, ‘cutie?’ But you’re just like, so adorable!” She giggles and touches his nose with her finger. “And you’ll be even more adorable later, when I’m putting you in my pocket!”
“What… that’s not… I…” He can’t believe she has him so flustered, it’s humiliating.
“Well like, I don’t actually have pockets in my uniform. It’s just a figure of speech. But don’t worry, I’ll find… somewhere else to keep you.” She winks. He shudders.
“What… what makes you think...”
She giggles. “The shrinking virus is contagious, cutie! You’re gonna be all mine by the end of the day.”
Of course he had considered the possibility that it was contagious, everyone had. But as far as he knew, no proof had been uncovered.
“What makes you so sure?”
She leans in conspiratorially and beckons for him to do the same. He obeys without thinking and immediately regrets the show of submission.
“Well, you know how Brian shrank a couple weeks ago?”
“Yeah.”
“And then Andy found him first, right? So Andy picks him up and tries to save him, carries him around all day. But then, just after last period when he’s about to go home, he shrinks too! Right outside the girls’ bathroom by the gym.”
Shit. She has a point.
“And then Britney comes out of the bathroom, and she gets to scoop them both up. And I am like, so jealous. She said having two little toys is like, soooo much more fun than having just one.”
She leans back again and starts twirling her hair.
“So anyway, I want a second one too, and that’s where you come in. You’re gonna make such a cute little pet! Are you excited?”
He scoffs. “Even if I do get the virus, what makes you think you’ll be around to find me?”
“Oh, don’t worry cutie. I’m gonna make sure mine is the first face you see smiling down at you. And anyway, I called dibs. Everybody knows you’re mine.”
She stands up, calmly smiling down at him, and starts walking back to her own desk to get her bag.
He looks at his desk and is surprised to see that Mark is gone. Where did he go?
“See you around, cutie!” she calls over her shoulder.
He looks at her as she walks away and his jaw drops. Mark is stuck to Ashley’s ass cheek like an old receipt; Ben can just make out his tiny legs poking out under her skirt. She didn’t even look for him on the desk; this must be something she does to him all the time.
She might be right about the virus being contagious, but it doesn’t mean she has to be the one to catch him. If he can just get through the day and keep avoiding her, maybe he can make it home.
He keeps packing his books away, his hands shaking. She sits on another desk and watches him, giggling, as he finishes putting his stuff away and gets up. He’s so nervous he knocks the chair over behind him. He blushes.
He bursts through the classroom door and all the fucking cheerleaders are there, waiting for Ashley. They all burst into laughter at his flustered expression. He tries to push through them but there are too many and they refuse to move out of his way, penning him in like a trapped animal.
“It’s okay girls, you can let him go.” It’s Ashley, coming out of the classroom behind him. Like magic, a gap opens in the crowd of girls and he darts through it.
In the cafeteria he pokes at his food half-heartedly, his appetite ruined by what he saw happening to Mark earlier. At the next table he hears the girls giggling. When did they get here?
He looks over and sees that five or six of them have put their chairs in a circle, and they’ve all taken off their shoes. He’s confused until he sees the tiny body of the janitor running around in the middle, trying to get out. They’re all laughing, playing some twisted game where whoever catches him with her toes gets to keep him.
Ashley’s just watching them play, sitting outside the circle on a table, above everyone. She catches Ben’ eye and winks. He looks away and pulls the hood of his sweater over his head.
Suddenly he feels something moving on top of his head, like a bug. Instinctively he brushes it off onto the desk.
“Mark?!” For fuck’s sake. Ashley must have put him in Ben’ hood. He slides his chair back a little, wary of getting too close to the tiny man on the table.
“Ben!” Mark says.
“What?”
“You gotta help me man!”
“I… I can’t!”
“What?! Why not?!”
“You might be contagious! I don’t want to end up like…”
“Man, you don’t get it! You don’t know what it’s been like! The things she does to me…”
Just then, Ashley sits down next to Ben. She puts her hands on the table and Mark immediately shuts up and rushes over. He gets on his knees and starts frantically kissing her fingers. “Good boy,” she says.
She turns her attention to Ben.
“Whatcha doin’ cutie?” she asks, with mock casualness.
“Talking to Mark.”
She pretends to be confused. “Who’s Mark? Oh, you mean Lollipop?”
“You named him?!”
“Mm hmm,” she says cheerfully. “He’s my pet, I can name him whatever I want.”
“Whatever. That’s not his name.”
“Oh, Lollipop!” she calls down to her pet. He looks up immediately. She giggles. “See?”
She looks down at him and raises her eyebrows. “Did I say you could stop?”
He flinches. “No, Goddess.” He gets back to kissing her fingers.
“Goddess?!” Ben says incredulously. She ignores him.
“I’m gonna name you too, cutie. In fact, I basically already own you. So I’m gonna name you right now!”
“You can’t just…”
“I think I’m gonna name you something cute, because you’re such a cutie,” she giggles. “I’m gonna go with, mmm… Bunny. Your name is Bunny now!”
He hears the cheer girls snickering. He looks over to see that a most of them are watching this conversation. The others are still toying with the janitor.
“Why don’t you just go pick up the janitor? He’s actually got the virus. And leave me alone.”
She laughs. “That guy? He’s like, into me. He’d probably love it if I scooped him up. But you on the other hand, look how mad you are! It’s so cute! You really hate me, don’t you? That’s gonna make it like, soooo much more adorable later on today. When you’re painting my toenails.”
“I’m sick of you talking about this like it’s a sure thing! I don’t even have the virus and you’re acting like… um.... What are you...?”
He trails off nervously as she slowly stands up, smiling down at him. She tucks Mark into her bra and steps closer to Ben. Her skirt grazes the top of his leg.
“What.. what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna sit on you, Bunny.”
“What… Don’t…”
She puts a finger to his lips and, to his astonishment, she slowly sits down on his lap. She wraps her arm behind his head and he feels her ass cheeks settle onto him.
“What… why are you…?”
“Relax cutie, I just wanna play with my new toy!” She wiggles her butt against his lap.”You make a good little seat cushion. You’ll make an even better one later, though.”
She giggles and flips her hair. “Okay so like, from now on, you’re gonna call me Goddess. And you’re gonna do whatever I say, or I’m gonna punish you!” She says this last part with infuriating cheerfulness. “Got it, Bunny?”
“I’m not just gonna do what you say!”
“Sure you will, Bunny. You don’t have a choice.”
“Stop calling me that!”
He starts trying to stand up but she doesn’t let him. She’s surprisingly strong from cheerleading and, humiliatingly, she’s able to stop him easily by just gripping the chair.
“Ah ah ah,” she warns, “I’m not done playing with you yet.” She licks her lips.
“I don’t belong to you!”
She giggles. “Oh yeah?”
She leans in closer and her breath feels hot against his face. “Get hard for me, Bunny.”
“What! No, I don’t want…”
“‘Shhh. You’re right where you belong, Bunny,” she breathes in his ear. “Under your Goddess.”
She gently grinds her ass on him. “Mmm, you feel really good under me. I’m getting wet just thinking about my teeny tiny little Bunny, under my skirt. So helpless! And so cute!” She giggles. “You might not realize it, but you already worship me. You might hate me, but I’m all you can think about. You’re mine.”
He starts to panic. He doesn’t want to get hard, it’s like admitting that she’s right; he may as well just offer himself up to her. He tries to stop it, but the more he thinks about it…
She squeals with delight. “Aww! Good boy!” A few people look over. The cheer girls burst into raucous laughter. Ben has never felt so humiliated in his life.
“You’re so cute!” She strokes his face affectionately. “What an obedient pet, admitting that I own you now. You feel really good against my butt.” She giggles.
He doesn’t say anything. His face is burning bright red.
Suddenly, there’s a commotion among the cheer girls. The janitor has broken free of the circle and is running off. Ashley hops off of Ben’ lap and walks over, with her usual sassy walk. She steps down right in front of the janitor with her bright pink high heel, then gently kicks him onto his back. Before he can get up she has him in her hand. She stands up and dangles him by his foot in front of her face.
“They said if I could escape then I could go free!” he says, panting.
She giggles. “Wow, good job! You escaped, cutie! But oh no, look! Now I have you. So I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Please, I…”
She walks back over to the circle of girls. He sees where she’s going and struggles against her hand. “No, no! This isn’t fair! I got away! You can’t just play a game like this with a man’s life, it’s sick! No!”
As she lowers him back into the centre of the circle, the girls giggle down at him and taunt him.
“Come on cutie, you know you wanna be my pet! I’ve seen you staring at my butt... I’ll let you see it up close!”
“No, come to me little guy! She’s gonna make you live in a hamster cage. I’ll let you live in a nice doll house with my other toys!”
Ashley steps nimbly out of the circle, leaving the janitor to his humiliating fate. She walks back over to Ben and strokes his hair like she’s petting an animal.
“Stop it!” he says. “You can’t just…”
She Bends down and slowly licks the side of his face. “I can do whatever I want, Bunny.”
Then finally she leaves, back to her own table. He can’t help but watch her walk. He hates the way her ass sways as she strolls away, the self-assured poise with which she carries herself in her bright pink heels. The terrifying confidence of a girl who always gets what she wants, and actually thinks she deserves it; even if it comes at the expense of a man’s life.
Once again, there’s a burst of activity from the cheer girls.
One of them, Becky, has successfully captured the janitor between her toes, and she’s holding her leg up straight, proudly displaying her prize.
“Please,” he says, “You have to let me go! I have a family!”
Becky giggles and plucks him from her toes. “I think I’m gonna name you… Bubbles!”
This elicits a burst of giggles from the group.
“This isn’t funny,” he continues. “Please, you can’t… Ow!”
She interrupts him by tying him up into her hair, the same way Sasha’s been doing with her pet.
“How does it look?” she says, striking a series of model-esque poses.
“Oh my god, like, soooo cute!” squeals Britney. The other girls titter in agreement. Britney has one of her two pets pinned helplessly into her hairstyle as well. It seems to be catching on.
Ben gets up to leave and some of the girls call out after him.
“Aww, is Bunny sad?”
“Poor little Bunny!”
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The next class is gym. All the cheerleaders call him Bunny. They say it casually, cheerfully, like it’s just common knowledge that that’s his name.
“Hi Bunny.”
“Hey Bunny, pass the ball!”
Every time he looks around they’re looking at him, whispering to each other and giggling. He can’t help but look at Ashley as she struts around in her tiny shorts, ass cheeks poking out the bottom; she’s well aware that her perfect body establishes her dominance. Every time he looks in her direction, she catches him, her lips curling into a smug little smile. She’s keeping an eye on him. Staking out what’s hers.
After she works up a sweat, Ashley goes to lie down on one of the blue crash matts by the wall. Obviously this is not allowed, but the teachers don’t bother her.
Ben watches with horror as Ashley pulls her little pet out of the waistband of her shorts and drops him onto her sweaty belly. She dangles him by his feet, swirls his tiny head around her belly button with her finger, then pushes his face into her and makes him lick up her sweat. She giggles. “That tickles, Lollipop!”
Ben feels like he’s going to throw up. He goes to the water fountain. As he’s drinking, he hears a couple of cheerleaders talking next to the other water fountain.
“He’s so cute! Do you think he’s really gonna shrink today?”
“Well if he does, Ashley has dibs, so like…”
“Yeah but still, what a cutie! I hope she lets us play with him at the next wine night.”
“Well, she always lets us play with Lollipop.”
Ben looks up. “I can hear you,” he says indignantly.
They giggle. “Aww, look how mad he gets!”
“He doesn’t even know. Has Ashley told you her favourite way to punish Lollipop?”
“Oh my god, yeah! She’s so evil.”
He fumes. “I said, I can fucking hear you!” he repeats.
They just giggle again and walk away.
Ben looks across the gym at Ashley. She’s sitting up now, sucking on Lollipop’s head and staring at Ben with a hungry look in her eye. Still with that smug fucking smile on her face.
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At lunch time, he doesn’t make the mistake of going to the cafeteria like he did during the morning break. He sits alone near the top of a rarely-used emergency stairwell.
We’re graduating in a month, he thinks to himself. If I can just make it through today, maybe I can switch schools or something.
He never wants to see Ashley again. Just thinking about her, dread wells up in his throat. But he can’t stop thinking about her. Licking her lips. Stretching out her long, smooth legs. Dropping Lollipop into her panties. The way her ass felt against his lap…
He feels the familiar stirring of an erection, and blushes with shame and hatred.
Just get through today, he thinks. Get through today and you’re safe.
He takes out a textbook and starts reading. After a while he becomes engrossed in it and, for the first time today, manages to feel somewhat relaxed. He reclines across a few of the stairs, leaning his head back against the top step.
Behind him the door gently swings open and a shadow engulfs him. Before he’s even lowered his book he knows it’s her. He tries to get up but she gently presses down on his chest with one of her pink stilettos, pinning him down in this awkward position.
She stands just behind his head and he can’t help but see up her skirt to her bright pink thong. Infuriatingly, she’s not even looking at him. She’s fucking texting.
He tries to get up but somehow she’s able to hold him easily. She has him trapped with her foot; he can’t get enough momentum to raise himself off the floor.
Finally, she smiles down at him. “I like how you look down there! Looking up at me with your angry little face. So adorable!”
He just glares up at her.
“Are you looking up my skirt, Bunny?”
“Well I don’t really have a choice, I mean…!”
“Aww, that’s so cute! Do you think I’m pretty, Bunny? Just kidding, I know you do. Don’t worry, you just have to be patient. In an hour or so, you get to keep looking up at me for the rest of your cute little life!”
“Where’s Mark?” he asks bitterly.
“You mean Lollipop?” she says nonchalantly. She examines her nails, also painted bright pink. “I decided to punish him. He’s in my butt.”
Ben scoffs. “Are you serious?!”
She giggles. “Mmm hmm. It feels, like, soooo good. He really hates it, so he just keeps like, squirming around. I like the way it tickles!”
“How the fuck could you just do that to a person?!”
“Um, you mean my toy?” She giggles. “Because, like, I felt like it. Don’t worry Bunny, it’s not so bad. Well, anyway...” she licks her lips. “You’ll see.”
A chill runs up his back. She turns her attention to the textbook he was reading.
“Oh, you don’t need to bother with that, Bunny. You should be reading up on something that you’ll actually need to know in your new life. Like, how to give me pedicures and stuff.”
“I’m not gonna paint your fucking toenails.”
She giggles. “Suit yourself. I think what I’ll do is, like, I’ll have each of you paint my toenails on one foot. And whoever does a worse job gets to come with me to cheer practice. In my butt.”
The bell rings. Just one more class, he thinks. One more class and I’m home free.
He’s expecting her to let him go, but she gets another text and makes him wait while she responds to it.
“Okay Bunny, time for class.” Finally she lifts her foot off him. He packs away his things frantically, clumsily, as she giggles down at him.
When he starts walking down the stairs, she comes with him.
“You’re not in this class with me,” he says. “Your class is upstairs.”
“Oh shoot, you’re right! Oh well. I’m gonna come with you. I have dibs but like, you never know. Some thirsty bitch I don’t know might come along and scoop up what’s mine.”
“You’re… you’re gonna get in trouble…” he protests weakly.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. Like, have you seen me?” She pushes her hair back seductively. “I’m the prettiest and most popular girl in school. No one messes with me.”
Reluctantly, he walks to his class with her following cheerfully beside him like a prison guard.
Just outside the classroom, in full view of everyone, she grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his face towards her. “See you soon, Bunny,” she whispers. For the second time today, she slowly licks his face. Marking her territory. Then she lets him go into his class. There are a few cheer girls in this class and they snicker at him as he walks to his desk in the back.
About half an hour into the class, the teacher has them all go to the library to work on a research assignment. When they get there, Ben keeps his head down and counts the minutes until the school day is over. He starts to feel tentatively excited; he’s almost there. Almost out of her grasp.
With about twenty minutes left before the end of the day, Ashley strolls in and sits on the desk in front of him. She’s licking and sucking on Lollipop again like he’s an ice cream cone.
“Hey cutie,” she says. “Whatcha doin’?”
If she’s nervous about how little time there is left for her to claim her new toy, she doesn’t show it.
He refuses to look up at her. How did she just get out of class? Did she even go? Does she really have so much control over the teachers that she can just do whatever she wants?
“You’re not allowed to sit on the desks,” he says without looking up.
She giggles. “Oh I don’t think it’ll be a problem. The only one who ever cared about that rule was Mr. Scott, the librarian. And he’s in Amy’s panties right now.”
Ben continues to furiously ignore her.
She puts the toe of her pink shoe under his chin and lifts it, forcing him to look up at her.
“What are you doing?” he sighs, watching her torment Lollipop with her tongue.
“Just playing with my new toy.”
“Didn’t you get him a while ago?”
She giggles. “I’m talking about you, Bunny.”
He looks back down at his book, fuming. Once again she uses her foot to force him to look up at her.
“Look at your Goddess when she’s playing with you, Bunny.”
He starts to stand up, but she pushes him back down with her foot on his chest. “Where do you think you’re going cutie? I don’t remember saying I was done with you.”
He tries to scoot his chair backwards to get away but to his dismay, the chairs in the library are bolted down along with the desks. He can’t move.
“You’re so cute trying to get away! In a few minutes when I find you all teeny tiny, I bet you’re even gonna try and run aren’t you? It’s so adorable when they try to run.”
He looks away but she turns his head back towards her with her foot.
“You have so much fight in you Bunny, it’s adorable! I’m gonna have so much fun training you.”
She hops down and stands between him and the desk. She’s uncomfortably close, the fabric of her skirt gently grazing his face. He can smell her sweet, cloying perfume and Beneath that, the faint musky scent of her body. She smiles down at him affectionately, petting him like a dog.
“What… what are you…” he stammers.
“I’m gonna train you to worship me, Bunny. I’m your Goddess now.”
“You… You’re not a “goddess.” You’re just some bratty high school girl, and I’m not your pet! I hate you.”
She giggles. “I’m gonna start training you right now, my little pet. Are you excited?”
He glares up at her in stony silence.
“I don’t think you’re grateful enough to be my pet, cutie. You should be like, so honoured that you get to live at the feet of a sexy Goddess like me. So anyway, it’s time for you to prove that you worship me.”
She turns around, still smiling at him over her shoulder. She bends over just enough that her ass cheeks poke out from under her tiny cheer skirt, right in his face.
“Kiss me, Bunny,” she says cheerfully.
He can’t believe this. “No,” he says.
“Now Bunny, I know you didn’t just say “no” to your Goddess. That wouldn’t be very smart.”
“I said no.”
She giggles. “Uh oh, looks like I’m gonna have to punish my little pet.”
“What are you gonna do? I’m not even small. You can’t punish me.”
“Okay cutie, that’s one. You wanna make it two?”
“I’m not kissing your ass!’
This just seems to excite her. She looks at him with an unnerving hunger in her eye.
“Okay Bunny, that’s two.”
“Two what? What are you talking about?”
“That’s how long I’m gonna keep you in my butt to punish you. It’ll be the first thing I do after I scoop you up!”
“Two hours?!” he exclaims. “You wouldn’t, that’s…”
“Not hours, silly!” She playfully touches his nose with her finger. “Days.”
His stomach flips. He looks at Lollipop, helpless in her hand. Only now does the full extent of Ashley’s cruelty truly dawn on him. He can only imagine the hell that awaits him, trapped indefinitely in the fleshy darkness between her ass cheeks. Hungry and thirsty and drenched in her sweat. Knowing all the while that this is happening to him just so she can get herself off.
Suddenly she grabs a handful of his hair and shoves his face into her ass. “You’re all mine, aren’t you Bunny?” Her voice is cheerful and condescending, like she’s talking to a puppy.
He tries to get free but she has a strong grip on his hair and it’s excruciating to pull against her.
She laughs cruelly. “What did I say about trying to escape, cutie? I’ll let you know when I’m done playing with you.”
She starts moaning with pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good. You’re gonna make such a good little butt toy. I’m getting so wet imagining your adorable little body squirming between my cheeks.”
She keeps rubbing his face into her ass for another full minute before releasing him. He’s panting and red in the face, but she’s perfectly calm, her lips curled into that smug little smile that makes him want to punch a brick wall.
She sits up on the desk again and puts her foot back on his chest.
“Silly boy, I’m gonna have to punish you now. Know why? Because you disobeyed your Goddess.” She leans back again and starts playing with her phone, still holding him there with her foot. “And also because I just feel like it.”
Then without looking up, she puts her foot down and says “Okay Bunny, you can go now. I’ll play with you again in a bit.”
He doesn’t even bring his stuff, just walks straight out of the library amidst the hushed giggling and murmurs of the cheer girls. He goes into the bathroom stall and sits down, and chokes back tears of humiliation and frustration.
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He’s not in there for too long before the bell rings. His heart leaps. It’s the end of the school day, he made it.
I’ll just grab my stuff from the library, and then get the fuck out of here. I’ll stay home sick tomorrow, and the next day, and get myself transferred to another school. I’ll never have to see this place again. I never have to see Ashley again. He waits another ten minutes or so, fidgeting with anticipation, hoping the cheer girls will have cleared out by the time he emerges.
When he does, to his relief, nobody is around. He tentatively enters the library, which he also finds deserted. His books are stacked into a neat pile on the desk, which is not how he left them. He looks around suspiciously, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. He shrugs and sits down to put his books into his bag, but as he’s doing so he starts to feel dizzy. He looks around and the room is blurry. The edges of his vision start to go black. He falls off his chair and as he sinks into unconsciousness he vaguely registers the sound of giggling.
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He wakes up lying naked on his stomach on the rough carpet. Something is different about the way it feels, he thinks groggily. As if the fibres are suddenly really big…
Oh fuck.
He snaps into full consciousness and scrambles to his feet, looking around with horror at the gigantic desks and bookshelves.
No, no, no!
He doesn’t know what to do. Ashley and the other cheerleaders will be looking for him. Is it safer to hide? Or to make a break for it?
The mere sight of the gigantic chairs terrifies him. He imagines Ashley sitting in one of those chairs, astonishingly big, unimaginably powerful.
He decides to run for it. It’ll be hard to spot him at this size, maybe he’ll be able to sneak out undetected.
He starts running toward the exit of the library. He starts out at a sprint, but soon he’s winded and has to slow down, and he’s made depressingly little headway. The exit barely looks any closer than when he started. He looks back at the desk to see how far he’s come, and suddenly becomes very aware of how exposed he is now in this open area with no furniture. It occurs to him that if any of the girls walked into the library, she would spot him immediately.
He decides he has no choice but to carry on towards the exit and just hope none of them come back. He keeps running, pacing himself at a moderate jog.
Suddenly he feels a dull thud through the ground. He doesn’t know what it is but it fills him with a visceral dread. He feels another, closer this time. Then another. Then, from behind him, a huge voice.
“Hi cutie!”
Oh god.
He doesn’t look back, he knows who it is. He can’t let her catch him. Sheer animal instinct fills his body with adrenaline and he sprints.
The footsteps continue closer and closer. The measured steps of an unstoppable predator, stalking her prey.
Out of nowhere a huge object descends before him and he runs straight into it and falls onto his back, without even having time to recognize it.
Looming before him, the object he ran into, is her enormous pink stiletto, bigger than a car. His jaw drops as his eyes trace the smooth leg an impossibly long way, up into the darkness under her skirt. Beyond that, terrifyingly high above him, her smiling face. She’s wearing Lollipop in her hair now, like so many of the other girls.
“You’re even more adorable than I thought you would be!” She giggles. “You know what time it is, right Bunny?”
He gulps.
She squats down. The speed at which her enormous body moves is startling. He tries to get up and she casually knocks him back down with the back of her finger.
“It’s time for your punishment,” she says cheerfully. She lays her hand palm up next to him. “Now be a good boy and climb into my hand to accept your punishment. And maybe I’ll think about taking you out early.”
Her eyes gleam down at him, daring him to defy her. He looks at her hand, looks up at the pink silk of her panties, looks up at her lips. Contemplates being hers, belonging to her. That spoiled fucking brat.
He runs.
She bursts into laughter. “Oh my god, you are like soooo cute! You really think you can escape from me Bunny?”
Once again she catches him off guard and knocks him down with her foot. She’s standing up again, smiling down at him.
“Leave me alone!” he calls up to her.
“You’re mine, Bunny. I wanna play with you.”
She kicks off her shoes and starts toying with him with her feet. She picks him up with her toes, dangling him by his leg, then drops him and does it again. He tries to scramble away again and she gently kicks him onto his stomach, then flips him onto his back.
“Hey, do you think I can make you come with just my toes? I bet I can. I’m gonna do it.”
“What! No!”
She giggles. “You’re going to realize pretty quick that the word ‘no’ isn’t really an option for you anymore, cutie.”
She starts gently rubbing his penis with her big toe, giggling down at him. She keeps just enough pressure on him to pin him down.
“You can’t do this!” he screams.
“Aww, does this make you mad, Bunny? You’re so cute when you’re mad!”
“You fucking bitch!”
“I can feel you getting hard, cutie! Are you like, in love with my little toesies? That’s so adorable!”
He tries to retort but all he manages is a groan.
She takes her phone out of her bra and starts filming him. “The girls are gonna love this,” she giggles.
His face burns with humiliation.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you Bunny? Look at you, your little face is so cute!”
He is getting close. He can’t seem to help it. He closes his eyes.
Suddenly she pokes him in the stomach with her toe, enough to hurt.
“Look at me, Bunny, no closing your eyes. Look at your Goddess while you come.”
He looks up at her terrifyingly beautiful face, smiling down at him with calm amusement. From down here she seems so powerful.
“You like the view from down there Bunny? Do you like looking up my skirt?” she giggles. “Look at my butt! That’s your new home, cutie!”
She gets a phone call. “Hello? Yeah I got him, I’m just playing with him in the library. He’s such a fun little toy. I’m literally like, using my toes to make him come.” She laughs. “Okay Bunny, now come for your Goddess like a good boy. Come. Now.”
To his horror, his body just obeys her, and he starts to ejaculate.
“Aww! He came right when I told him to!” she giggles. “Oh my god he looks so cute!”
He blushes, utterly humiliated. When he finishes ejaculating, she uses her toes to pick up his tiny, exhausted body and pass him to her hand, still talking on the phone.
“Yeah, of course I’ll bring him to wine night. When is it, like, Friday? That’s perfect.” She looks at Bunny and licks her lips. “That gives me just enough time for the punishment I promised him.”
Shit. He forgot all about that. He thrashes fiercely in her hand but she just giggles as she lowers him down below her skirt and brings him face to face with her enormous, perky ass cheeks.
“Who’s house is it at this week? Katie’s? Okay cool!”
She holds the phone between her ear and her shoulder to free up her other hand, which she uses to drag the bright pink thong aside from between her cheeks.
“Ashley!” he screams. “Don’t do this! Ashley stop!”
She ignores him, chatting with her friend.
“I know, right?” she giggles. “I’m like, so down. What’s that? Oh my god, yeah!”
He struggles helplessly as she wedges him deep into the musky darkness between her cheeks. He’s completely enveloped by her ass. Everything is her.
He feels the soft fabric of her thong settle onto his back. He can still hear the muffled sound of her voice. “Okay, sounds good! See ya later,” she says, and hangs up.
“Let me out!” he screams at her.
“I can feel your little voice vibrating in my butt, cutie. But nobody can hear you!” She giggles. “Feels good though!”
“Fuck you!”
“Mmm, keep squirming just like that, Bunny, that feels amazing.” He feels the disorienting movement of her sitting down in a chair, settling the weight of her body on her ass, causing the pressure on him to increase painfully.
To his horror, he hears the muffled sound of her starting to masturbate. The movements of her legs cause her ass cheeks to continually contort his body in painful ways. His enraged screams only prompt her to giggle as she brings herself to what sounds like a wild climax.
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Cheerleader (by Trawis)
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Posted:Jul 6, 2019 5:35 am
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She strolls back in and sits down, crosses her legs. She’s chewing her gum loudly, which always pisses him off.
“You were gone a long time,” he says, not looking up from his newspaper.
“Yeah,” she says, playing with her hair. “Well you know when, like, you’re waiting for your food at a restaurant, and you go to the bathroom so it’ll be there when you get back?”
“Mm hmm,” he grumbles, not really listening.
“Yeah. Well anyway, it didn’t work.”
He ignores her, not wanting to prolong the conversation. When he gave her this detention, he forgot that it would be his turn to supervise.
“How’s your coffee?” she asks cheerfully. Her voice is polite but he senses that she’s mocking him somehow.
“It’s fine,” he says.
She uncrosses her legs and stretches. He tries not to watch her. What she’s wearing is wildly inappropriate for school; a very short miniskirt with a crop top and bright pink high heels.
He knows he’s not supposed to hate students, but he hates her. He would never admit it but the way she flaunts her sexuality intimidates him, and he can tell that she knows it. It doesn’t help that she’s always behaved like a spoiled brat, and to make matters worse she thinks the rules no longer apply to her since she turned eighteen.
He feels nauseous.
“You feeling okay?” she asks.
How does she know?
“Yeah I’m fine.” He downs the last gulp of his coffee. It’s cold now and it makes his stomach feel even worse.
“Want me to get you another coffee from the staff room?”
“No. Just sit there and be quiet please.” He stands up to stretch and suddenly feels extremely dizzy.
“You sure you’re alright?” She sounds amused, almost excited. Of course she does. He’s about to snap at her when he loses his balance and falls to the floor, his vision going blurry. As he falls into unconsciousness he could swear that he hears her giggling.
When he wakes up he’s in an alien landscape. The ground beneath him is a bouncy surface made up of huge interweaving fibres. He looks around, blinking, and sees an enormous room, with a ceiling higher than a cathedral. His confusion turns to alarm when he sees before him a forest of steel legs belonging to what appear to be giant desks and chairs. It can’t be. Is this his classroom?
A sharp noise snaps his attention to the windows to the corridor outside, on the wall with the door. The blinds have been snapped shut. There’s movement over in the far corner, but his vision is still blurry and he can’t make out much through the dense jungle of the desks. As his grogginess begins to fade, he strains to remember who was with him when he fainted. When he remembers, his stomach sinks.
He feels a dull thud through the floor. Then another, closer this time. Approaching footsteps. Oh god.
His heart is in his throat as the vague movement across the room moves closer, and takes on the distinct shape of an impossibly huge pair of legs. A moment later, her face emerges in his vision, smiling down at him from her full terrifying height. The jungle of desks barely reaches her waist as she emerges from it like an enormous monster wading through the trees.
She stops, smiling down at him with her hands on her hips.
“Hi cutie.”
Cutie?
“What…” his voice catches in his throat. “What happened?” His voice feels embarrassingly tiny and weak.
She giggles. “Aww, your little voice is so cute!”
“What happened?” he repeats, trying to sound more threatening but coming humiliatingly short.
“Remember that coffee you had me get you?”
“You did this to me?!”
She giggles again. “Oopsie.”
“What… Why?!” He stands up, puts his hands on his hips.
“You are sooo cute!” she exclaims.
“Why did…”
She takes a step towards him. He instinctively backs away and trips over the carpet fibres, falling down onto his back. His face goes red as she giggles down at him.
“Because, cutie. Now you’re the perfect size to be my adorable little pet.”
His blood runs cold. Slowly and firmly, he says “I will not be your pet.”
She giggles. “Of course you will, cutie! You don’t have a choice.”
Holy shit. Maybe she’s just fucking with him, but he can’t take that chance. He starts sprinting towards the classroom door, which to his immense relief appears to be slightly ajar.
Behind him, he hears her booming voice burst into laughter. “Are you trying to escape? You are so adorable!”
He ignores her, just keeps running.
“Better run fast, cutie! If I catch you I’m gonna punish you for trying to get away.”
Her taunting infuriates him and he goes even faster. But at his tiny size, he has a lot of ground to cover and it takes him an excruciatingly long time to make progress towards the crack in the door.
He feels the dull thud of her footsteps behind him. To his dismay, she calmly strolls past him and reaches the door in only three or four huge steps. She doesn’t close it. Instead she leans against the wall next to the doorway, arms crossed. She bends her knee, lifting one of her pink-heeled feet to rest against the door, ready to kick it shut behind her. She watches with calm amusement as he continues to sprint towards her, refusing to give up.
Just as he reaches the door she closes it with her foot. “Sorry little guy! Guess you’re all mine now.”
“Fuck you!” he shouts, and starts running back in the direction he came, prompting her to laugh at him. “Where do you think you’re going? Come on, little guy, you know there’s nowhere to run. You’re mine now. Come here and accept your punishment like a good boy.”
“I will not be “punished’ by some little girl!”
In a couple of casual strides, she overtakes him and stands directly over him with her hands on her hips. He comes to a stop, gasping for breath, and looks up at her. From this angle he can’t help but see up her skirt and notice her bright pink thong underneath it. The sight makes him strangely nervous. He senses that she wants him to see it; it somehow makes her even more powerful.
“Did you just call me a little girl?” She chuckles. “Do I look “little” to you?”
He gulps. “Why are you doing this to me?”
She shrugs. “My hamster died last week, I want a new pet.”
“I am not your pet!”
She raises her eyebrows. “Is that right?”
She lifts one of her pink heels off the ground and moves it towards him. He starts backing away but she’s too fast. She knocks him onto his back with a little kick and pins him down under her foot so that only his face is exposed. “What do you think of my shoes? Cute, right?”
He gulps. It’s very clear to him that she could end his life right now simply by shifting her weight.
“I just bought these yesterday, I thought I’d wear them today. They’re really comfy,” she continues. “Kiss them.”
“What?”
“You’re going to kiss my shoe. And then you’re going to tell me that you want to be my pet. ‘Cause I’m super hot.” As she says this last part she mockingly winks at him.
He blushes. “What? No!”
She puts a tiny increase in pressure on him, making it harder to breathe. “Okay, well you can either be my little pet, or you can be a little red smear on my cute new shoes. Your choice.”
He’s shaking with fear, but he hesitates. She shrugs and says “Alright, I guess I can always just get a new hamster.” She puts even more pressure on his body and almost all the air is forced out of his lungs. “Wait!” he wheezes. “Okay, okay.”
She lets up a little bit. Reluctantly, he cranes his neck forwards to kiss the shoe that’s holding him captive. “Good boy!” she giggles. “Now do you have something to say to me?”
He sighs. “I want to be your pet.”
“Hmm? I can’t quite hear your tiny little voice, cutie.”
“I want to be your pet.”
She giggles. “Why?”
“Because…” He hesitates. She puts the pressure back on, raises her eyebrows. “Why do you want to be my little pet, cutie?”
“Because you’re so hot.”
“Oh, stop,” she says, mockingly flipping her hair.
She doesn’t release him. “Okay cutie, now beg.”
“What…”
She presses down. “Okay!” he groans. “Please, please let me be your pet. I want to be your pet. Please keep me as your pet.”
“Good boy!” she giggles. “Okay little guy, it’s your lucky day. I’m gonna keep you as my adorable little pet for the rest of your cute little life!”
She removes her foot. As he gasps for air she kneels down and picks him up. She holds him up to her face. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“What.. I don’t…”
She squeezes his body in her hand, reminding him once again how easily she could end him. “Thank you,” he says.
“Thank you for what?”
He coughs. “Thank you for keeping me as your pet.”
She giggles. “You’re really lucky to be my pet, aren’t you?”
“...”
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you lucky?”
“I’m lucky to be your pet, because you’re so hot.”
“Good boy!”
She brings his face to her lips and plants a moist kiss that engulfs half his head with her spit. Then she walks over to sit in his chair and puts him down on his desk. “Now. Since you’re my pet, I get to name you.”
“What the fuck…!”
“Shhh.” She places her finger over his mouth to silence him. “But since you were a bad boy and you tried to escape from me, I’m also going to punish you. So as your punishment, I’ve decided to name you something, like, humiliating. And I’ve got the perfect thing!”
“Mmff!” he tries to protest but her finger easily keeps his voice at bay.
“Okay cutie. Ready? I’ve decided to name you…” she pauses for effect, “Bunny.”
She bursts into laughter as his face turns bright red. “My little Bunny! Isn’t that just so cute? Just like you! My cute little Bunny.”
She brings him to her lips and kisses him again.
“I won’t answer to that name!” he says.
“Of course you will, Bunny. Don’t worry, I’m gonna train you to. I’ll even train you to like it!”
Before he can respond, she starts pulling his clothes off of him. “What are you doing?!” He struggles against her fingers but she has no problem overpowering him.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I told you, like, I want a new pet.”
“I mean, why me?”
She giggles, delicately peeling off his tiny socks. “I literally like just decided to do it when you made me get you a coffee. You thought you were such a big powerful man, giving me a detention and telling me what to do. And your detention made me miss cheer practice. So I was like, just for funzies, I’m gonna make him spend the rest of his life as my little tiny pet.” She tugs off his shirt and now has him standing on the desk completely naked. “And now you’re mine! Just like these cute shoes. They were an impulse buy too.” She giggles. “Do you feel powerful now, Bunny?”
She looks him up and down, licking her lips. He’s filled with a vague sense of dread. For some reason the image of her bright pink thong flashes in his mind.
Absentmindedly she’s crumpled his clothes and shoes into a tiny little ball in her hand, smaller than a grape. “Say,” she says in a mocking tone. “If you think about it, I guess this little ball of clothes is the only evidence that you were shrank. You know, as opposed to just like disappearing.”
Oh shit.
“It would be a shame if something happened to it.”
“Wait, don’t!”
She pops the little ball of clothes into her mouth. For a moment she toys with it with her tongue, teasing him. Then she makes a big show of swallowing it.
“Oopsie,” she giggles. “I guess it’ll be pretty hard to track you down now, huh?”
“What am I gonna wear?!”
She laughs and ruffles his hair with her finger. “Pets don’t need clothes, silly.”
He takes a deep breath. “Look, you don’t have to do this. You could still make me normal again and let me go. You’ll go to jail for kidnapping if you don’t stop this! I promise if you let me go, you won’t get in trouble. I won’t tell anyone what happened, we can just forget… wait… hey!”
As if she can’t even hear him, she picks him up mid-sentence and pops his whole head into her mouth, sucking on him like a lollipop. When she pulls him out he’s gasping for breath.
“Who do you belong to, Bunny?” she asks, smiling sweetly.
He’s never felt more humiliated in his life. “Fuck you!”
She shrugs and casually pops him back into her mouth. This time she keeps him in there for longer, toying with his face with her tongue and giggling as he struggles uselessly against her hand.
She pulls him out. “Who do you belong to?”
“Please,” he pants, “Don’t…”
She pops him into her mouth again for even longer this time. When she pulls him out, she doesn’t need to ask. She just raises her eyebrows at him and he responds. “I belong to you.”
She smiles. “I belong to you, Goddess.”
He scoffs. She raises her eyebrows and starts moving him towards her lips.
“Wait, wait, okay. I belong to you, Goddess.”
“Good boy!” she says, and kisses him. “From now on, you will always address me as Goddess. Understood?”
“Yes… Goddess.”
“Good boy!”
She puts him down on the desk and then stands up and turns around, bringing her terrifyingly huge ass cheeks over him under the shade of her skirt, the line of her bright pink thong wedged between them. As he stares, overwhelmed by her size, she hoists herself up onto the desk and he barely manages to scramble out of the way before she sits down. She crosses her legs and grabs him, pins him down on her thigh and starts gently petting him with her fingers. “You’re mine now, Bunny. No one is going to find you, okay? I’m your Goddess. I get to decide everything that happens to you and everything you do from now on. And the sooner you accept that, the easier your life will be as my little pet.”
“But…”
“Think about it, cutie. You’re so tiny! Such a teeny tiny little bunny!” She giggles. “Nobody’s going to be looking for tiny little you. And even if they were, it’s gonna be so easy for me to hide you. You’re so teeny tiny, I can just keep you in my pocket! And nobody will know you’re in there except me. And you can’t do anything about it but wait around until I decide to play with you. You’re all mine.”
He scowls up at her. “You won’t get away with this. People will be looking for me, and they’ll make me big again and you’ll go to jail.”
She giggles. “You are so cute! Do you really think that? Sorry Bunny, you’re staying tiny forever. The shrinking is irreversible.”
His jaw hangs open. “Irreversible?!”
She giggles. “Oopsie. Guess you’re mine forever!”
The bell rings. Lunch period is over, and there’s one more class left in the day.
“Okay Bunny, time to go to class!” She puts him on the desk and stands up, looming over him. Her skirt grazes the top of the desk and he nervously backs away from it, strangely wary as if it might engulf him.
“Uh oh, we have a problem little guy.” She says this in condescending sing-song tone that makes him nervous. “My cute outfit doesn’t have any pockets! Where am I gonna keep my little Bunny when I go to class?”
He looks her up and down with dread. The miniskirt, the skimpy top. She licks her lips, watching him realize what she’s getting at.
“Don’t worry cutie,” she says cheerfully, snatching him up and lifting him to her lips. “I have an idea.”
“Wait, don’t...”
She starts licking him all over like a lollipop.
“Ugh! What are you…”
“Shhh.” She keeps licking him, making a point of coating his entire body in her saliva. “I’m gonna keep you in my panties, Bunny.”
“What!”
“Mmm hmm. Your little body is gonna feel great down there.”
“No! You can’t…”
She giggles. “I can’t? Bunny, don’t be silly. You know I can do anything I want to my little pet. I’m your Goddess. Don’t you want to please your Goddess?”
“I…”
She pops his whole body into her mouth and swishes him around for almost a full minute before pulling him out, gasping for air.
“Okay, I think you’re ready! Just had to make sure you were nice and wet for me.” She winks seductively. “But between you and me, Bunny? Doesn’t really matter. I’ve been soaking wet this whole time.”
He struggles fiercely against her hand, to no effect whatsoever. “Good boy, Bunny! Keep squirming just like that,” she giggles. “You know how to please your Goddess.”
She lowers him to below the hem of her skirt and suddenly he can smell her; a musky smell with a cloying sweetness to it. He tries to scream at her, but in her excitement she’s holding him too tight and he can’t get enough air in his lungs.
His last glimpse of her before he’s under the skirt, she’s smiling down at him with a frightening hunger in her eyes, licking her lips.
She pulls out the waistband of her bright pink panties with one hand, and with the other she gently slips him into the moist warmth inside. Above him, the elastic snaps shut against her and seals him in darkness.
He can hardly breathe, and the air he does get is dominated entirely by her overpowering scent. He struggles to try and climb out somehow, but can’t get any kind of grip, and her panties hold him tightly against her. He’s disgusted and utterly humiliated to find that the more he moves the wetter she gets, and he can hear her muffled giggles and stifled moans above him.
She starts walking and the movement of her legs continually pushes him into uncomfortable positions, forcing him to keep squirming.
A couple of minutes of this go by and it feels like an eternity; he’s already exhausted. He wonders if she’s really going to keep him in here for the entirety of last period. There’s nothing he can do but wait for her to decide to take him out. He’s never felt more powerless in his life.
He hears her stop in the hallway to chat with some of her friends. He screams and struggles, but keeps choking on mouthfuls of her wetness and suspects that his tiny voice is too muffled by her panties to be heard anyway.
It’s infuriating to hear her casually chatting and laughing while he’s in this hell that she’sput him in. He can’t believe what he’s been reduced to. She’s just going about her day as if everything is normal, and just casually using him as her own personal sex toy. As if it’s nothing.
When she sits down in class and the movement of her legs stops, it’s a relief. But just as he manages to find a position in which to remain still, he feels her hand against his back, through the panties. She pushes him into herself, forces him to keep moving to fight for air. Up above, he hears her stifle a moan.
She keeps doing this to him for about half an hour while the class goes on. It pisses him off that she would disrespect one of his colleagues by quietly masturbating during their lecture, much less that she’s using him to do so. He wonders if she’s been secretly getting herself off in his own class. Possibly even while fantasizing about tormenting him like this.
After an indeterminate amount of time, she surprises him by reaching into her panties and pulling him out. She quietly holds him up to her face and winks at him conspiratorially, as if they’re in on this together. Before he can shout to get someone’s attention, she pops his head into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she just sucks on him absentmindedly as if chewing a pencil. She pulls him out only just enough to breathe, so that he never has a chance to call out for attention. There’s gum in her mouth and she plays with it with her tongue, pushing it against his face and then peeling it off again. To his disgust, he keeps catching mouthfuls of her spit.
Eventually she gets bored with this and pulls him out again. She holds him down on her thigh, keeping a finger against his mouth to keep him quiet. She pulls a small piece of gum out of her mouth and presses it firmly against his mouth. Her saliva oozes out of it all over his face. She releases him and giggles as he almost staggers into the ravine between her legs. He tries to pull the gum off his face but it’s too firm and he can barely make a dent in it.
She picks him up and brings him to her lips. Quietly, she whispers “Good luck, Bunny.” She kisses him and then, to his astonishment, puts him down on the floor next to her feet. He notices that she’s kicked off her pink shoes and left them lying next to the desk, but doesn’t think much of it. Is she letting him go? He can’t believe it, but he doesn’t waste any time. He immediately starts running. She’s alone in the back row of the classroom so he heads towards the front.
He’s about to get clear of her desk when she places her bare foot directly in front of him, blocking his progress. He turns around with a sinking stomach to see her quietly giggling down at him from her chair. She’s not letting him go, she’s playing a twisted game with him; making him run for his life while she toys with him with her feet.
But he has no choice, he can’t give up. He starts running again in a different direction. If he can just get clear of her desk, she won’t be able to chase him without arousing suspicion.
Once again her foot blocks him, and this time she uses it to shove him back to almost where he started, under her chair. He tries again, sprinting towards the front. This time she catches him between her toes and lifts him off the floor. He tries to squirm out but, humiliatingly, she has no trouble holding him, even with just her toes.
She moves him back once again to the base of her chair, but keeps him pinned down. Still just using her toes, she rolls him onto his back so that he’s looking directly up at her. He’s infuriated to see her stifling hysterical laughter.
Pinning him down with one foot, she uses the big toe of her other foot to gently scrape the gum off of his face. He tries to scream but she presses down hard enough to squeeze the air out of him.
He looks up at her questioningly, hoping for some clue as to why he’s under her foot and how long she plans to keep him there. Smirking down at him, she mimes kissing, and gestures towards her foot with a little nod of her head. She wants him to kiss her foot.
He shakes his head vigorously. She shrugs, as if to say suit yourself. Looking away towards the front of the class, she shifts her foot so that his entire body, face included, is completely under it. The smell of her foot from this position is overwhelmingly unpleasant. He squirms to free himself but it’s useless, she has him trapped.
He sighs and reluctantly kisses her foot. Nothing happens. He tries again, but she still ignores him. He tries to get her attention by thrashing his body, but she simply giggles and keeps her foot in place.
Fuming, he tries again. This time she moves her foot so that his face is visible to her between her toes. He kisses her toe and then looks up at her questioningly, mouthing the words Happy now?
She shakes her head and gestures cheerfully for him to keep going. Blinking with enraged disbelief, he holds back a wretch and starts making out with her toe, open mouthed and with tongue.
She starts giggling and he blushes. She lets him humiliate himself like this for a couple of minutes, then she picks him up between her toes again and passes his body to her hand.
“Good boy, Bunny!” she whispers, and kisses him. “You’re learning your place, at your Goddess’ feet.”
He scowls up at her.
“Say thank you, Bunny.”
“What…!”
“Shh.” She squeezes him so that all he can get out is a quiet groan. “I just let you kiss my feet, Bunny,” she whispers. “You’re really lucky that a beautiful Goddess like me would let a little tiny Bunny like you live at her feet, as her pet. Say thank you.”
He sighs. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for letting me kiss your feet, Goddess.”
“Good boy! Who’s my good Bunny?”
He doesn’t say anything. She raises her eyebrows warningly.
“I’m your good Bunny, Goddess.”
“Good boy!” She gives him a very wet kiss that lasts a long time, playing with his hair with her tongue. Then she whispers “Okay Bunny, time to get back to pleasing your Goddess. You know that’s what you’re for.”
She puts him down on her chair, between the towering walls of her legs. Smiling down at him, she gestures for him to come to her, into the darkness up her skirt to the patch of bright pink silk between her thighs.
He doesn’t move.
She raises her eyebrows, still smiling. Daring him to defy her.
He hears the teacher up front, still talking. This could be his last chance to escape before she takes him home. And who knows what she’ll do to him then.
He turns around and runs to the edge of the chair.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” she says quietly.
It’s a big jump down from the chair to the floor, and he hesitates. But he has no choice. He braces himself to take the leap when suddenly the ground beneath him quakes, and he loses his footing. He realizes to his horror that she’s tilting the chair back. He scrambles to get a grip on the edge of the chair, hoping to pull himself up and jump off, but the angle just keeps getting steeper and he starts to slide.
Looking over his shoulder he sees her giggling down at him as she leans back further and further in the chair. He scrambles to try and climb up but it’s too steep and there’s nothing for him to grip. Below him, approaching with alarming speed, is the darkness between her thighs. Her panties are stained darker now because she’s getting herself wet by toying with him. When he’s almost at her skirt he starts to smell her. He panics and starts scrambling even more frantically, making her giggle even more.
Finally he falls flat into the wet patch at the front of her panties. His scrambling continues to get him nowhere, and suddenly he feels the fleshy walls of her legs closing in around him. He’s engulfed in darkness as she calmly crosses her legs, trapping him between her thighs and pressed up against her panties, which are warm and soaking wet. He feels a disorienting shift in gravity when she brings her chair back to level ground. She holds him there for the rest of the class, entirely engulfed in the warm wetness between her thighs.
After what feels like a long time, she uncrosses her legs and he staggers out between her thighs, soaking wet and panting. He can’t see much beyond the towering walls of her legs on either side of him, but from the sound of it the noise of the classroom is gone; the class is over and everyone has left. He looks up to see her texting. It occurs to him that she probably just uncrossed her legs absentmindedly, without even thinking about him. The fact that she’s not even paying attention to him pisses him off; somehow it makes him feel even smaller. What, is the little princess already bored with her new toy? But it occurs to him that he might be able to sneak away while she’s distracted.
He quietly pads his way towards the edge of the chair. He only makes it halfway before her legs suddenly close on him again. She lifts her knees with him trapped between her thighs, and then opens her legs slightly, letting his little body slide back down much closer to her. Almost under her tiny skirt.
“I like how you look down there.” She starts gently petting him with her fingers. “You look so helpless, and cute! Do you like being my little pet?”
“Fuck you.”
“Awww!” she giggles. “Does that make you mad? You are just adorable when you’re mad!”
“Look, Ashley, you have to let me go! You know this isn’t right…” She raises her eyebrows at him and he trails off. With a flick of her finger, she knocks him onto his back and presses her bright pink fingernail into his throat.
“You’re not allowed to call me Ashley, Bunny.”
He gulps.
“What does my little pet call me?”
He hesitates. She presses harder. “Hmm?”
“Goddess.”
“Good boy!” She lifts him up to her lips and plants a wet kiss on his face.
“You have to let me go! You can’t do this to me!”
She giggles. “I can do whatever I want to you. I own you.”
As if to prove her point, she licks him slowly, coating his entire head in her spit as he struggles uselessly against her.
“Ugh! Let me go you, fucking... brat!”
“Hmm.” She leans back, smiling, and puts him down again between her legs. “Okay Bunny, maybe if you beg. Beg me to let you go.”
He sighs. “Seriously?”
“Mm hmm,” she says cheerfully.
“Fuck’s sake,” he mumbles to himself. “Please, Ashley. Please let me go. I’m begging you, please. Please do not take me home. Just take me to my wife, or the nurse, or for fuck’s sake just let me go. Please…”
He trails off, noticing that she’s biting her lip. “What are you…”
“Keep going, Bunny.” She puts one of her hands up her skirt. He just stares, shocked.
“I said keep going, Bunny. Beg.”
“I…Just... Let me go, please....”
“Mmmmmm!” she moans. “Mmm, I love it when you beg, Bunny. Call me your Goddess.”
“I…”
“Do it or I’m putting you inside me until tomorrow morning.”
“You’re… You’re my Goddess.”
“Mmm, good boy. Say you worship me.”
“I… worship you.”
“Mmm, yes!!! Good boy! Who’s my good little pet!”
“I am... Goddess.”
“Mmm, yes!!! Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you.”
“Mmmm!” She shoves him up against her panties, and rubs him against herself as she gets wetter and wetter. This goes on for several minutes, until he hears her moaning reach a climax and she gradually slows down.
Finally she brings him up to her face and winks mischievously.
“What the fuck…” he says.
“Oh that was nothing, cutie. You won’t believe the things I’m going to do to you later, when I’m not wearing my panties.”
His face turns white. She giggles. “Anyway, what were we talking about?”
“Let me fucking go!”
She laughs. “Oh, right! Hmmm, let’s see.” She makes a big show of thinking it over. “Umm, no. I’m keeping you.”
“You are such an entitled little fucking brat…”
She giggles. “I know, right? And I own you. You’re my pet now. Oh, that reminds me! I have something for you.”
She puts her thighs together and sticks him between them, up to his shoulders. He tries to get out but her legs hold him firmly in place. She reaches into her handbag and takes out a tiny pink collar.
“I got this from one of my other toys. I can’t have my little pet running around without a collar! How will everyone know who you belong to?”
“You are not putting that collar on me! Do you hear me? Stop it! Stop!”
She just giggles as she puts it around his neck and snaps the tiny buckle shut. He wrestles an arm free and tries to take it off, but she stops him.
“Ah ah ah, naughty boy.” She reaches into her bag again and takes out a little tube of super glue.
“No! Ashley, listen to me, do not…”
She grabs him and holds a finger over his mouth, shutting him up. Holding him up close to her face, she carefully puts a dab of superglue over the buckle, making it permanent.
Then she lets him out onto her chair again, between her legs. She giggles down at him.
“Aww, look at you in your little collar!”
“Fuck you! How can you treat a person this way? You’re sick!”
She just keeps giggling. “You look sooo cute! The girls are gonna love this.”
“What… girls?”
Just then, he hears two voices entering the room. She puts her finger to her lips with a mischievous smile, and then slowly crosses her legs. She giggles down at him as he runs around like a trapped mouse while her huge thighs close in around him.
“Hey, I got your text! You said you have a new toy you wanna show us?”
“What is it?”
He recognizes the voices and his stomach flips. It’s Sasha and Britney, two of the other cheer girls from his class.
“See for yourself,” says Ashley. He struggles against her hand as she lifts him up and places him on the desk. The two girls are wearing their cheer uniforms, which amazingly are even skimpier than Ashley’s outfit. Their skirts graze over the desk as they crowd around to gawk at him.
“Oh my god, it’s moving! Is he real?”
“He looks like a little doll!”
Ashley laughs. “He basically is just my little doll now. But he’s real. Take a closer look.”
He’s looking down, trying to hide his face, but Ashley puts the bright pink fingernail of her pinkie under his chin, and forces his head up.
“Oh my god, is that Mr. Johnson?” says Britney.
“Awww!” says Sasha. “He is like, soooo cute!”
“Is he wearing a collar?”
“Yep! I’m keeping him as a pet.”
“That is so cool!”
“Hi Mr. Johnson! You’re such a little cutie!”
“That’s not his name anymore,” Ashley says. His stomach drops.
“What’s your name, cutie?”
He glares up at her. She raises her eyebrows, daring him to defy her.
“My name is Chris! I mean, Mr. Johnson!”
Sasha and Britney look confused, but Ashley is completely unfazed.
“Mmm mmm, that’s a bad boy. Don’t make me punish you! What’s your name?”
He doesn’t say anything.
“Suit yourself, cutie.” She reaches for him and he cowers.
“Okay, okay! Don’t!”
“What’s your name?”
“My name… is Bunny.”
“Awww!” says Sasha.
“Oh my god! That is just adorable!” Britney giggles. “Hi Bunny!”
“Can I hold him?” Sasha asks.
He shakes his head furiously, but no one’s looking to him for permission.
“Of course!” says Ashley.
Sasha picks him up and pushes him down onto his back in the palm of her hand, then gently pets him with the other hand. He’s excruciatingly aware that he’s naked.
She giggles. “Look at his little dick!”
“I know,” says Ashley, “So tiny and cute!”
He tries to push Sasha’s fingers away but this just seems to amuse her more.
“And it’s like, so perfect that he’s a teacher,” says Britney. “He can like, do your homework and stuff.”
“Aww, imagine him trying to write with a pencil! It would be bigger than he is!”
“That is so cute!”
They all giggle.
“Okay my turn!” says Britney.
“Aww, okay,” says Sasha, and reluctantly hands him over. “It’s not fair, I want one!”
“No problem,” says Ashley. “I’ll get one for each of you. Just tell me who you want.”
“Really?” says Britney. “Like, anybody?”
“Sure. Just name the guy and I’ll turn him into a cute little pet for you.”
“That’s so cool!”
“He kind of smells funny,” says Britney.
“Oh, yeah.” Ashley giggles. “He was in my panties for like, the whole of my last class.”
“Oh my god! Really?”
“You are so bad!”
“Did it feel good?” Sasha asks. She steps closer to Britney and starts petting him again, looking down at him with a hunger in her eyes that makes his stomach turn.
“It felt amazing,” Ashley says. “I’m gonna use him for that like, all the time.”
“Did you like it, Bunny?” Britney says. “I bet you’ve always wanted to get in a cheerleader’s panties.”
“He was soooo mad, it was hilarious. But he couldn’t do anything about it. Because he belongs to me. Right Bunny?”
“Fuck you!”
They all giggle. “Aww, is Bunny mad?”
“Does Bunny miss being a big grumpy teacher?”
“Look at his little angry face, he’s adorable!”
“I know! I’m gonna have so much fun training him. I’m gonna make him worship me. He’s gonna paint my toenails, do my homework, give me foot rubs...”
Sasha laughs. “But like, look at him, he hates you! How are you gonna make him worship you?”
“Easy, check this out.”
Ashley takes him back from Britney and lays him on his back in the palm of her hand. She brings her lips right down to his face and he feels her hot breath wash over him.
“I’m gonna make you come, okay cutie?”
“What!” he says. “No!”
She laughs. “Did you just say no to your Goddess? It’s so cute that you think you have a choice.”
“What are you…”
“Shhh.” She puts a finger over his mouth and gently puts her lips over his groin.
He tries to resist it but the swirl of her tongue around his dick feels incredible. When he gets hard she giggles, making her lips vibrate. She takes her lips off him and uses her thumb and forefinger to keep stimulating him.
“Who do you belong to, Bunny?”
“Stop it!”
“I’ll make you a deal, cutie. If you don’t come, then I’ll let you go. If you do, then you’re telling me that you secretly want to be my little pet, because I’m so sexy. And I’ll keep you forever.”
“No, I don’t agree to that!”
She puts a finger up to his mouth, giggling. “It’s not really up to you, little guy.” She carries on pleasuring him in the palm of her hand. Sasha and Britney crowd around to watch. They all giggle down at him and his face burns bright red with humiliation as Ashley brings him to a climax.
“Aww, he’s adorable!” Sasha squeals with delight.
“I guess you do want to be my pet, Bunny,” says Ashley.
He just lies in her hand, panting, as the girls pet him affectionately. He’s too tired to resist their fingers.
Sasha laughs. “That’s awesome! Can you get me one of our teachers too?”
“Of course,” says Ashley.
“Hmm,” she says. “Maybe, like… Mr. Jones, or like, Mr. Brent. I want one who’s like, really gonna hate being my toy. That’ll make it so much more fun to break his little spirit.”
“I’ll get you both if you want,” says Ashley. “We just have to keep them secret.”
“I know who I want,” says Britney, “Ethan.”
“The Ethan who dumped you last week?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ashley interjects, smirking. “Who owns him isn’t up to him.”
“You girls can’t do this!” shouts Chris. “It’s wrong!”
They all laugh. “Poor little Bunny wunny,” says Sasha, rubbing his belly with her finger.
“So cute that you wanna protect your little friends! Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it, because you’re just Ashley’s little toy now.”
“Anyway guys, I’m gonna head home. I wanna play with my new toy somewhere more… private.” She winks at Chris.
“Aww, okay,” says Britney. “I can’t wait to get mine!”
“I’ll get them for you as soon as I can,” says Ashley, tucking Chris into her bra.
“Thanks girl, you’re the best!” says Sasha. “Bye Bunny,” she says, and blows him a kiss.
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She Takes Charge by AngeSeverni (from Literotica)
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Posted:Sep 3, 2018 5:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2020 11:30 am 4683 Views
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Then slowly and deliberately sliding the knickers down over her hips and thighs, they're allowed to slip down to her feet, prior to being kicked off past me.
Standing in front of me, legs apart in a dominant pose, naked save for her leather boots, I'm asked "would you like to worship me properly?"
"Yes, please!" is my too quick, and on reflection, inadvertently begged response.
The dialogue noticeably comes to a halt as I begin to tease her with my tongue and lips.
The only sounds coming from her now as I lick the fleshy outer lips, save for the clop of her boots on the floor as she braces her back against the sink, are her heavy breaths.
Tasting her exquisite pussy is working me up too though, and I have to be mindful to stick to cuninglingus 101 and not get too carried away - not to go at her like the proverbial Rottweiler eating porridge.
Working my tongue in between the outer lips to caress the inner lips, I circle the vaginal opening and prepare to insert my tongue inside.
I figure there's more teasing to perform though. I haven't made her happy in a long time and I'm eager to prolong it.
So, as another teasing prelude to working my way inside towards her clit, I run my tongue from underneath towards the bottom of her vagina.
Thoughts turning to my own gratification, I revel in surreptitiously peeking at her peri-anal area. I've never been down that far before and it intrigues me. Thoughts of exploring her arsehole come to me.
Perhaps intuitively sensing my lost mental presence in my original task, or tuning into her sexual sixth sense, she pushes my head away, having grasped my hair beforehand when she was starting to lose control.
Or maybe she just didn't want to come too soon?
"Why don't you admit to being ass-centric James?"
Jesus, it's like she can read my mind.
"Mmmm, are you kidding Sinead! I love your ass," I reply, playing it down.
"Would you like to lick it then James?" she teases.
I want to lick it so bad, but I pause.
Even now it's a mental struggle, but I manage an ambiguously truthful "I want to worship your ass so bad!" before attempting to detract from the issue, moving back towards her pussy, to which I'm stopped.
I'm nervous and realise I'm going to have to be led by my hand to the promised land, my own conservative social conditioning letting me down time and time again.
"Then I want to hear you ask me for my permission. Say to me, please can I worship and lick your arse Sinead."
Any kind of talk-talk during sexual encounters would normally be a turn off for me, but this perversely is increasing the pleasure.
"C'mon James - talk to me. We're on the verge of getting somewhere. I tell you what - why don't you lie on your back, close your eyes, and contemplate the question while I freshen up back there ready for your positive response. Go on now!"
"Grab a towel too - lay your head on it."
Obediently turning to sit first on my bottom, I catch her fishing some wet-wipes from the cupboard above the sink where we're still positioned in front of.
I'm scolded again. "Eyes! Closed! And get down! Let's not destroy some of the anal mystique shall we?"
Dutifully lying down onto my back, with my head more or less underneath her, I realise just how uncomfortably cold the tiled floor is, and how much I'm being subjugated.
The involuntary shivers I'm experiencing aren't just from the cold though: I'm fearfully excited.
My eyes clamped shut only serve to heighten my senses. Noises close to my ears startle me. Perhaps her boots on the hard floor right next to my head?
"Open your eyes now darling", and as commanded, I do so, to the sight of her standing above me, legs apart, her head towards my feet. She's looking down at my face, smiling sinfully.
The descent into a squatting position over my face is painfully slow.
Soon my entire field of vision is full of Sinead's backside and pussy.
Rubbing her clit as she lowers almost onto me, her asshole comes into view between cheeks rapidly spreading with her full squatting position.
My tongue darts out and ever so lightly licks the shiny dark pink hole, drawing a gasp from above me.
She seems to be rubbing herself hard, getting off on me servicing her ass. The thought of her getting off on straddling my face gets me going more too.
I'm encouraged to taste all around the inside of her spread arse cheeks, using my hands to hold them apart and steady her from sitting down fully on me.
Before long though, she's overcome with her own needs, and moves to kneel on top of my face, my nose jammed into her ass as she grinds hard, my tongue not even able to get into her pussy as her fingers are rubbing it now vigorously.
Momentary panic ensues as I struggle to breathe and back against, trying to push her hips off with my hands.
She moves up slightly, but maybe only to afford her fingers more room, and then feeling her momentum move forward, come the contractions as she suddenly cums - hard, urgently.
Then sound of her groans and rigidity drive me into a frenzy, gorging on and licking her crack with large broad strokes.
Riding up and down my face with her faltering orgasm, she smears her juices all over me, before collapsing on her front.
Eventually, I'm afforded a "Sorry!" on her rousing - perhaps from noting my still rock hard cock.
In the spirit of reconciliation she props herself up back in the saddle again, the fleshy ass enveloping my face once more.
Once settled she adopts a sixty- position, taking my cock in her mouth.
It's all been too much for me as I barely have time to start licking her again before I explode, bucking and thrashing as I do so.
"How about a post-sex smooch?" she asks on dismounting and kneeling to face me.
She manages to keep an earnest expression for a second while a large tendril of spunk hangs off her chin - before its existence invokes a broad grin from her.
"Sure", I say, with reciprocated comedy timing - gesturing towards my own face which is caked in Sinead's cum.
I've been embarrassed post-coitus numerous times recently, but on this occasion we're able to laugh it off, our rapidly drying sexual make-up literally cracking up as we do so.
So that spelled the end of my erectile dysfunction.
We didn't actually talk about the events for a few weeks. Sure there was lots of regular sex and lots of vanilla foreplay, but no anal play as such. There remained the threat though; Sinead's wandering fingers keeping me guessing - anticipating more of her sex games.
Mind you, just the thought of the previous events was enough to get me up.
In fact, I'd even fished the cummy tights out of the bin and kept them as a memento. During 'Jim's special alone time' I'd tied them tightly around my face, the feint lingering smell of Sinead's sex on the torn gusset evoking memory of previous gratification.
And that all leads us nicely to now - sat a restaurant table with Sinead in front of me - beaming. She has good reason to - our anniversary -
one in which I'd given her some expensive jewellery - not to mention the delicious main course we'd just had.
While we wait for the dessert, Sinead pipes up excitedly, "I actually have a present for you too!"
"Wow, I wasn't actually expecting anything?"
"Oh James, you know how I like to surprise you every now and again - keep you on toes so to speak"
Looking to see if there's any waiters nearby, she takes a paper wrapped package out of her bag, and slides it conspiratorially over the table to me.
No sooner have I unwrapped it, do I quickly wrap the package up again - my face burning with embarrassment.
My mind attempts to compute what it's seen: leather straps, and something smooth and rubbery.
"Jesus! Is that really -"
"That's right James - It's a strapon dildo. I guess technically its a present for me too. Now, the burning question is, will you ask me to use it on you?"
"Umm.. I argh.."
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Janine pt. 3 by demmed (from Literotica)
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Posted:Sep 2, 2018 9:23 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2020 11:30 am 4010 Views
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It had been a month since I last saw Janine and got her second round of programming. As per her orders, I'd been doing whatever Sarah, my girlfriend, suggested sexually, and when she let me, eating her out after coming in her. She'd definitely started to pick up on this and dominate me, although she was far less cruel than Janine, mostly just taking charge and having me pleasure her orally a lot.
But she was out of town for the week on a business trip, and I'd texted Janine the info as I'd been ordered to. I never heard anything back from her, so just kept on about my business. With Sarah out of town and my hypnotic order not to masturbate, I knew I probably wouldn't get a chance to come for a week
After getting home and eating dinner on Tuesday night, the doorbell rang. I opened it, to find a petite but busty blonde girl standing there. Before my compulsion to like only redheads, I'd have thought she was incredibly hot, but now, she was just someone standing at my door.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Sarah's coworker Tina. She said I could stop by to pick up the book she'd borrowed?"
Sarah hadn't said anything about that, but she did read a lot, and there were plenty of books throughout the house.
"Come in," I said. "Do you know what book it is?"
She came inside and closed the door.
"It's the new Stephen King."
I looked around, but couldn't find it anywhere.
When I came out to tell Tina the bad news, she pouted, then pushed up close to me.
"Sarah hadn't told me quite how cute you were. Maybe I could take you instead of the book?"
If this had happened a few months ago, I would have been incredibly aroused. I might have even given in to the temptation to cheat. But as it stood, she might as well have not existed.
"I'm sorry, Tina. I'm flattered, but not interested."
She pouted. "Fine. Can I use your bathroom before I go?"
"Of course."
She went into the bathroom, and the door opened a few minutes later, and I heard her approach the couch where I was reading.
"Are you sure I can't convince you to at least go down on me?"
"I'm sorry, Tina," I started to say as I looked up. And froze.
The blond hair had clearly been a wig, and Tina's short red bob had me instantly excited.
She smiled, and I realized this was all a plan. But it didn't matter. She was already on the couch, hiking up her skirt, and I was eating her out.
When she was satisfied, Tina pushed my head away.
"I've never actually met Sarah," she said. "But I've been sexually frustrated for a couple of weeks now, and Janine said you'd be perfect. She also said you'd do whatever I asked you to. Is that true?"
"Yes, it is," I replied.
She smiled. "Good. Take off your clothes and lie down face-up on the couch."
I did so, and she slid up my chest.
"I want you to keep perfectly still while I use you. I'm going to sit with my asshole right on your mouth, and you're going to stick your tongue in as far as it can go. When I sit down, my clit might rub your nose, and my pussy lips might even cover your nose up. Any breath you take is at my discretion."
Tina lived up to her word, making me tongue her and smell her pussy as she did so, and she rode me for a while.
After she was done, Tina got up and went to her purse, where she got a bottle of water-based lube.
"Keep lying still," she ordered me.
I obeyed, and she rubbed lube on my cock. She then sat above it and slowly lowered herself so that her butt was on it. As my cock hit her rosebud, she gasped, and then the lube and gravity did their work, as she sat all the way down, taking in my entire dick.
She started riding me, and it was way more intense than when a woman did so with her vagina. It was slower, but the pressure of her anus was incredible on my cock.
As she wriggled, I could see the look of ecstasy on Tina's face. This was clearly a woman who got a lot of satisfaction out of anal stimulation.
As I felt my arousal rising, Tina snapped at me, "do NOT come until I tell you to!"
My cock stayed hard, but the orgasm instantly subsided. The look of amazement must have been clear on my face, because even mid-ecstasy, Tina burst into laughter.
"Janine told me that would probably work, but she wanted to test it."
She continued to ride me, and when she was done, she pulled away, my hard cock still throbbing.
Tina stood up and looked at me.
"Oh, your poor cock. If I leave without giving you satisfaction, I hear you'll have to wait almost a week for your girlfriend to come back before you have a chance of coming."
She went and got her cell phone.
"Get up and kneel on the ground."
I did so, and she pointed her phone at me.
"When the light goes on, I want you to say, on camera, that you're my slut, and will do anything I ask in return for getting to come."
The camera light went on, and I immediately said, "I'm Tina's slut, and will do anything she asks in return for getting to come."
Tina grinned. "If Janine's training ever wears off, I like having a back-up option. I'm sure Sarah would love to see this!"
She then bent me over the couch while she fetched a strap-on harness from her bag. She lubed it up and slowly pushed at my anus.
"Each time I thrust, I want you to say 'thank you, Tina.' And I still don't want you to come!"
Tina started to work at me, and I thanked her each time. The stimulus to my prostate was intense, but the conditioning held, and I was unable to orgasm, no matter how much I wanted to.
When Tina was done, she removed the harness but left the dildo still inside my butt. She had me lie down, putting some pressure on my ass, and had me eat her out a couple of more times.
"Wow. Janine really was right. You'll do anything nasty a redhead asks you to." She smiled.
"Now, I've got to get home, and I don't want to leave you without a reward."
Tina had me sit up, and she took a specimen jar out of her bag and held it over my cock.
"I want you to stay perfectly still," she ordered, as she started to rub me. She took me to the edge multiple times, and when I thought I was finally going to explode, she finally said, "you can come." I did, filling the jar with my sticky liquid.
She placed a straw in the glass and held it to my mouth.
"I know Janine has you licking up your come, but I find this a little more degrading," she said, as I started to sip. The straw was thin, and it took a long time to consume it all. When I was done, Tina ran her index finger inside the jar, picking up the last of the come, and had me suck it from her finger.
When she was done, Tina packed had me get dressed, then had me walk her to the door. Before opening it, she gave me a long, lingering kiss. "Thanks, hon. Be seeing you!"
Seeing her again was the last thing I wanted, but I knew I'd be unable to say no.
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Janine pt.2 by femmed (from Literotica)
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Posted:Sep 2, 2018 9:22 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 2:1 am 3167 Views
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I was just stepping out of the shower on a Saturday morning when my cell phone buzzed. I look at it, saw the name "Janine," and immediate picked it up without thinking about it.
"Hi, slave," she said, and I felt my cock get hard.
"Hi, Mistress Janine," I replied.
"I see you remember me," she said, a smile in her voice. As if I could ever forget her. She'd used me, taking control of my mind, making me do things I'd never dreamed of.
I wanted to say all this, but one of the hypnotic commands she'd given me was to only speak to her if she asked a question. After a few seconds of silence, I realized she was testing to see if the command was still working.
"Tell me, slave, are you currently dating anyone?"
"Yes, Mistress Janine," I replied.
"Do you have plans with her this weekend?"
"No, Mistress Janine."
"Why not, slave?"
"She's out of town visiting family," I replied.
"That's good for you. That means you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of her seeing you address me as 'Mistress.' I'm in town this weekend, slave, and I want to see how my experiment is going. I'm texting you the address of my hotel. Meet me in room 1209 in one hour."
She hung up, knowing - correctly - that her control over me was strong enough to get me to comply.
I knocked on her door in exactly an hour, and Janine led me inside. She was wearing leather leggings and a loose sweater.
"Well, some of the commands are clearly working," Janine said, smiling. "Let's see how effective the rest of your conditioning is. Get naked and lie down face up on the bed.
I did so.
"I want you to keep your legs, arm, and head completely still. Understood, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Janine," I replied.
She positioned me so that I was spread eagled, then got on the bed in the 69 position and slowly sat backwards, resting her leather-covered ass right on my face.
I couldn't breathe, and wanted to try to struggle, but I couldn't. All I could think about was how wonderful it felt to have Mistress Janine on top of me. She raised her ass every minute or so to give me the chance to breathe, but I never moved my head when she did. It felt right, even if it felt wrong.
After a few minutes, she rolled off.
"Oh, this is excellent. Your conditioning is so strong, I don't even need any bondage gear, even months later! Let's take things to the next level."
Mistress Janine removed her leggings, this time sitting on my face with her bare ass, and again, I didn't struggle. My cock, however, was rock hard. Janine had left subliminal suggestions that pleasing her should please me, and she must have left one about her ass.
She continued her facesitting for a while, then used my mouth for a while on both her pussy and her ass.
"Well, now that I know how effective round one was, I'm going to see what else I can do. Sit in the chair," she commanded.
I did as she asked, and she once again put the hypnosis equipment on me. I was under quickly, and the hour felt like it passed in no time.
When she was done, she sat me down on the bed.
"I've reinforced all of your commands to start with, of course. Not that your servitude to me was fading, but I like to keep things touched up. And I've implanted a few more. Would you like to know them, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Janine," I replied.
"First, I took a look at your phone and a picture of your girlfriend, Sarah. She's a redhead, too. Do you like redheads, slave?"
"I do, Mistress Janine."
"Of course you do, slave. But I've now made that a fetish. You're now only attracted to redheads. No blondes, brunettes, or anything else. If your current girlfriend dumps you, you won't want to date anyone but another redhead."
I was baffled that she could do this, but didn't doubt her. Nor could I say anything.
"Now, any time your girlfriend goes out of town for more than a day, I expect you to text me to let me know. Likewise if your break up with her. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Janine."
"And I've also made you sexually persuadable to anyone you're attracted to. Do you know what that means?"
"No, Mistress Janine."
"It means that you'll do anything sexual that a redhead asks of you. It doesn't have to be something submissive. If your girlfriend asks you to spank her, you'll do so just as enthusiastically as you ate me out. And if you meet a redhead at a club and she wants to make out with you, you won't give a second thought to saying 'yes.' How does that make you feel, slave?"
I was intellectually appalled, but my mouth answered, "wonderful, Mistress Janine."
"And no masturbating, of course. Or looking at porn unless a redhead asks you to." I couldn't imagine not masturbating by choice, but I didn't doubt that I wouldn't be able to from now on.
"Oh, and one more thing. I've given you a compulsion to eat your own cum. You'll want to eat out your girlfriend when you've come in her mouth, and kiss her after she's given you blowjobs. If she's got any dominant tendencies at all, she'll be taking that ball and running with it."
"Now," she continued, "I've been drinking water all morning. Would you please go lie down in the bathtub so I can spend some time peeing on you? If you're lucky, I'll let you drink some of it."
"Yes, Mistress Janine," I replied, my cock hard at the thought. I was in for another degrading weekend, but was also so happy at the thought.
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