Wednesday hadn’t just been a good day; it had been a great day. Conquering Natalie filled me with a sense of confidence and strength that lasted for the rest of the day. My customers responded well to it; I was closing deals left and right. I felt like I was on top of the world.
Natalie didn’t fare quite as well, of course. The semen on her face was barely noticeable and no one could see
LIAM’S WHORE written on her chest through her shirt, but I’m sure she was painfully aware of their presence. She managed to close a handful of deals, but knowing that she had been defeated was clearly gnawing away at her.
At the end of the day I scanned our respective numbers. Frustratingly she was still ahead of me, though I had gone a way towards closing the gap. If Thursday went the same way I’d surely overtake her. Clocking out, I went home to get some sleep – I would need to be rested to be at my best.
Sleep didn’t come easily, though. I tossed and turned for hours while playing out the day’s events in my head. I couldn’t believe that I had done the things that I had done, and I couldn’t believe that I had gotten away with them. I regretted nothing, but it was difficult to realize how much things had changed.
It was tremendously screwed up, but a large part of my reality had been an understanding that Natalie was my hated enemy. So much of what I did at work was driven by the desire to finally defeat her and prove that she wasn’t better than me. After Wednesday, that reality just didn’t make sense – she was no longer my rival, she was my bitch. It was an awesome change, but I was struggling to wrap my brain around it.
The most confusing part was how I felt about Natalie. Previous to Wednesday it was easy to hate her – she was always above me, always rubbing it in my face. That dynamic made no sense anymore, and I found it increasingly difficult to hate her. Without the desire to finally overcome her, I was beginning to realize that I actually kind of liked her.
Sure, she had spent the last couple of years going out of her way to fuck with me, but I had done the same to her. In a way, I almost respected her for her constant tormenting of me – if I were honest, I’d probably have done the same if I was in her position. Still, adjusting to the idea that I liked my former arch-enemy was a bit difficult.
I awoke Thursday morning feeling exhausted. Glancing at my alarm clock I saw it was already 9:00 – apparently I wasn’t just too distracted to sleep, I was too distracted to remember to set my alarm. Hopping out of bed I took a quick shower and began the drive to work.
I arrived around 10:00, two full hours late. Fortunately, it didn’t seem that I had missed anything – aside from Natalie’s and Dave’s cars, the parking lot was empty. Management might not be happy when they went over the time cards, but after my sales performance the previous day I wasn’t too worried. I briefly checked my appearance in my rear view mirror before heading in to work. Entering through the front door I found Dave and Natalie relaxing by the front counter.
I never cared for Dave. We got along fine professionally, but there was something about his personality that had always made me want to avoid him. Dave was the kind of guy who followed every single rule and habitually looked down on those who didn’t, a perpetual gossip, and a bit of a sycophant – none of which exactly meshed well with my personality. We weren’t enemies, but we were hardly friends.
Seeing Dave standing there on that Thursday morning irritated me even more than normal. I desperately wanted to torment Natalie and reinforce our new power dynamic, but I wasn’t crazy about making our relationship public knowledge. If Dave suspected anything was up I could be certain that the rest of the store would soon know as well, and I had no desire for that to happen. Even if I managed to avoid getting into any trouble for what I had done, which was extremely unlikely, I liked the idea of keeping things secret. There was a lot going on in my head, and I didn’t need the added variables that public knowledge would bring. Clocking in, I racked my brain for ways that I could remove him from the equation.
The sad fact was that there really wasn’t anything that I could do to get some alone time with Natalie without raising his suspicion. Like the rest of the store, Dave knew that we hated each other. Even standing close to her would seem abnormal. Accepting that I would just have to be patient I took my place at the counter, hoping for customers to distract myself with.
Being patient was difficult. I found myself wondering obsessively if the phrase
LIAM’S WHORE still appeared on Natalie’s chest. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted it to still be there or not. The idea of her degrading herself by tracing such a dehumanizing thing on her own chest was extremely appealing, but so was the idea of punishing her for disobedience. Doing my best to hide my frustration, I leaned back against the counter and began tapping my foot on the tile floor, impatiently waiting for a customer.
An hour had passed before an elderly customer walked into the store. I reacted slowly, having been lost in my own mind at the time, and Dave managed to greet him before I got a chance to. Initially irritated, I quickly realized that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Dave would be paying attention to the customer, not to Natalie and myself. He’d still be able to see us, of course, so it wasn’t like I’d be able to bend her over the counter and fuck her brains out; but I’d be able to at least talk to her without him noticing.
Dave greeted the customer and launched immediately into his sales process. The process was designed to look completely casual, but was actually a carefully designed routine meant to build rapport with the customer and determine what exactly he was looking for. It was painfully dull to watch, and my burning desire to get alone with Natalie was doing nothing to help my patience. Tapping my foot, I waited impetuously for him to reach the point where he’d move away from the counter to show the customer some products.
Eventually, Dave finally felt he had a solid enough understanding of what the customer was looking for and led him away from the counter. The store’s layout was open, so I’d still have to act carefully – Dave would be able to see me at any time, though I could count on his focus being elsewhere. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it would have to do.
Keeping my motions calm and fluid I took a few steps towards Natalie, stopping several feet away from her so as not to appear too suspicious. I figured that from that distance she’d be able to hear me even if I kept my voice low, and if Dave happened to glance over we’d still be far enough that he wouldn’t suspect anything. Leaning back against the counter I kept my eyes on Dave, waiting for him to appear sufficiently distracted.
I was wondering how long it would take you to grow the balls you need to approach, Natalie stated, keeping her voice low and her eyes straight ahead.
Her comment irritated me, but I kept my cool. She wasn’t an idiot; she must have known why I didn’t approach her with Dave present. Furthermore, she probably wanted to keep what had happened the day before secret just as badly as I did, even if it was for different reasons. She was most likely just looking for a way to insult me and regain some face after how I had humiliated her on Wednesday.
So, you’ve spent the entire morning thinking about my balls? I retorted.
You worry too much, bitch. My balls are just fine, and I’ll happily demonstrate that fact to you later today.
The funny thing to me is that you probably believe that, she replied.
Yesterday was a one-time thing, and it will never, never happen again. Hope you enjoyed it; there will be no encore performance.
You sound rather confident, I admitted.
I think I like that, actually – it’s almost becoming. Of course, you’d have to be a moron to actually believe the things you’re saying, so you lose points there. Pretty much a wash, when all is said and done.
Oh, come the fuck on, she chuckled.
You really think I believe for one second that you’re going to rape me again with Dave here? Yeah, I am confident, and I’d say I have every reason to be. Face it, Liam, you haven’t won and you’re not going to.
I disagree, I argued.
Actually, I think the fact that you feel compelled to hide behind a brown-nosing douchebag like Dave says that I’ve already won. Unfortunately, once again you’re showing more confidence than intelligence, bitch – do you think I’m the slightest bit intimidated by a weasel like him? Please, I could probably take him down with even less effort than I’d need to take you down.
Interesting solution, she sighed.
You’ll just beat him into submission and then have your way with me like the caveman your intellect suggests you to be. You may be physically capable of pulling that off, Liam, but I’d remind you that we live in a society of law. Even you aren’t stupid enough to not realize the consequences of doing shit like that.
Probably true, I ceded,
but it’s hardly relevant. You’re only safe when there are witnesses present – all I have to do is get you alone. Speaking of which, you’ll be taking your lunch break at 1:00 today. You’ll go to the shopping center down the street, and you’ll wait in your car.
Will I, now? she laughed.
I’m curious, Liam – what happens when I absolutely don’t do anything remotely like that? Are you going to stomp your feet and throw a little temper tantrum because you didn’t get your way? If you do, please let me know ahead of time. I’d love to see that; I’m sure it will be adorable.
You know, I could answer that, I replied.
I could make up some elaborate and specific punishment to ensure that you truly understand how important it is that you obey my commands like a good little bitch. I could actually truly drive home the point that if you rebel against me here, you’ll regret it – but I won’t.
Why not, pussy? she sneered.
Can’t come up with anything, or just too afraid?
Too apathetic, really, I shrugged.
There’s no need to make up a punishment, because there’s no chance that you will disobey. You can tell yourself that it’s because you’re just curious, or because you know I’d punish you in some horrific and terrible manner, or even because you think you might be able to turn the tables on me and get some revenge – I don’t really care. I may not know how you’ll justify it to yourself but in the end, I know you’ll be there like a good little bitch. I need not waste my breath making silly little threats over things that won’t happen.
Glancing over at Natalie I saw that my response had had the desired effect. Though she tried to hide it, she was clearly flustered. It looked as though she were searching for something to say back to me, but couldn’t think of anything that would work. I had her exactly where I liked her.
Anyway, you’ve got a few hours before 1:00. You can spend them pretending that you’re struggling over whether or not to go, or imagining the horrible things that I’ll be doing to you when you do. If you’d prefer, you can even convince yourself that you’re really not going; only to break down at the last moment and obey me. I really don’t care one way or the other, but I still need to check last month’s tickets – you never know when some scumbag is going to try to steal a sale, you know? If anyone needs me I’ll be in the back.
Having said my piece I headed for the back room, struggling not to look back to see her reaction. The line about checking my receipts was bullshit – it was something that I probably should do at some point, but it was hardly the reason for my exit. I wanted desperately to tear Natalie’s clothes off and bend her over the counter, and while I knew I had the self-control to restrain myself from such behavior I didn’t want to risk tipping her off to how much I wanted her with my body language.
Logging into the computer I went through the motions of checking receipts. I tried to tune out everything and just focus on the green letters and numbers on the screen, but it was futile. I spent minutes on each receipt instead of seconds, and if there was anything to miss then I’m sure I missed it. After wasting half an hour, I pocketed a permanent marker that was lying on the desk and went back out to the front.
Both Natalie and Dave were with customers. This was probably a good thing – I had no desire to speak with Dave, and I didn’t trust myself to keep cool around Natalie. Tapping my foot, I waited impatiently until a customer came in.
I spoke with two customers that morning and failed miserably both times. I still had my confidence from the day before, but my focus was shit. As much as I tried to focus on their needs, I just couldn’t take my mind off of Natalie. I obsessed over what I was going to do to her – both that day and in a more long term sense. I frequently glanced at the clock on the wall, wanting it to be 1:00 already. In general, I left the customers thinking that I really didn’t give a flying fuck about them, which was probably accurate.
More coworkers arrived around noon, though I barely noticed. My thoughts were exclusively on her; everything else was irrelevant information that could only irritate me. Repeatedly glancing at the clock, I made it until 12:50 before I could stand waiting no longer. Clocking out for lunch I jumped in my car and drove to the parking lot down the street; eager to get away before anyone noticed how strangely I was behaving.
Pulling into the parking lot, I parked on the outside edge so that I’d be able to see the cars as they entered. After applying the parking brake and removing my keys from the ignition I took a deep breath and tried to focus. I wanted to be calm and composed when she arrived, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. I had far too much energy to contain; I’d simply have to settle for being calmer than she was. That didn’t seem too difficult – I was certain that she was far more off-balance than I was.
Waiting for her to arrive I found myself regretting the fact that I had left early. I had justified it by telling myself that it was necessary to take off before I got tied up with a customer, but the truth was that I was just impatient. In hindsight it was foolish – my leaving earlier wasn’t going to get her there any quicker.
As the minutes passed, I found myself growing concerned. When we were in the store I honestly believed that she’d show up without threats, suspecting that she had too much pride to back down and hide from me. Sitting in my car I was beginning to fear that I had been overly confident. Frustrated at myself for not having made sure that she would show up, I impatiently scanned the parking lot with my eyes.
I considered driving back to the store. I could make up some bullshit excuse about having left something in the back room, and I don’t think anyone would notice. While I was there I could see if Natalie was still there as well. I was just about to put the key back in the ignition when I saw her car pull into the lot.
Natalie spotted my car and drove over, parking right next to me. I was mildly impressed – it was nice to see such boldness. Relieved that she had obeyed my instructions I steadied myself emotionally and got out of the car, doing my best to project the image of confidence. Natalie got out of her car as well, looking more nervous than I’m sure she would have liked to be.
You look relieved, she commented.
You didn’t think I wouldn’t show up, did you? I hope that you weren’t sitting in your car this entire time, nervously worrying about where I was – I’d feel bad about doing that to you.
Keep dreaming, I spat, trying to regain my balance.
I knew you’d show up. You’re my bitch, after all, and while you may desperately need some training I would certainly hope that even you would know better than to refuse a direct order.
About that, Liam, she sneered.
I didn’t come here to give you another opportunity to embarrass yourself sexually; I came here to clear up some misconceptions that I think you have about what happened yesterday. First and foremost, I need you to understand that I am your coworker, not your bitch. You don’t own me, control me, or have even the slightest power over me. If anything, my superior performance puts me in charge, here – though I promise, I’ll be gentle so as not to hurt your delicate little feelings. You need to stop looking at me as your rival and start seeing me as your mentor – if you play your cards right, I just might take you under my wing.
I’m glad you cleared that up, I laughed sarcastically.
I was apparently very confused; though I’m not sure it’s my fault. Seeing you on your hands and knees licking my shoes yesterday may have led me to believe that our relationship was very different from what you’re currently suggesting. Literally bending you over a desk and fucking your brains out may have reinforced that misconception as well. You have to admit your reactions didn’t really make sense unless we accept that you are, in fact, my bitch.
I was tired, she tried to explain.
You caught me off-guard, and it will never happen again. I’d apologize for the misunderstanding, but I think if anything you ought to be thanking me. You’ve probably never had a woman of my caliber, and you probably never will again. You’re welcome, by the way.
I’d love to believe you, I claimed,
but the thing is I just can’t. It’s nothing personal, but you are in sales, you know? Not exactly the most trustworthy of careers, and all. I think you’re full of shit, and all of this bullshit confidence is nothing more than a pathetic act.
You can think whatever you like, she shrugged,
but that doesn’t change anything. I’m not your bitch, Liam. Keep pushing me, though, and you might just become mine.
I’m pretty sure that I can prove that you are, actually, I argued.
I’m actually quite positive that if you remove your shirt, we’ll see written evidence that proves my claims.
I was bluffing, of course. I had no idea if my territorial marking still existed on her chest or not, but I was interested in seeing her reaction. Her body language told me that I was probably right – she looked flustered and at a loss for words, implying that she had most likely traced it back on just as I had told her.
It’s just too bad you’ll never get that shirt off, she retorted.
I’ll let you pretend that your words are still there, though – it seems like it’s very important to you, and I think it would be cruel to destroy your childlike hope.
I assumed that her courage came from the fact that we were in broad daylight and she didn’t think I’d try anything there. Looking around, though, I was feeling pretty confident with our location. Other cars were parked in the lot, but no one was close, and no one was watching.
I’m not really the pretending type, I reminded her.
Get in my car, bitch. I think we need to make sure that you did your homework.
Liam, she laughed,
have you been smoking crack? I mean, your optimism is certainly adorable but you don’t actually think that I’m going to obey you, do you?
Look around, Natalie, I suggested.
The nearest car is at least 100 feet away and its owner is mostly in one of those stores. No one’s looking in our direction, and even if they were they’d be too far away to see anything. We may technically be in public, but you’re hardly safe.
I’ll scream, she warned, sounding increasingly nervous.
Maybe you will, I shrugged.
It’d be rather pathetic, but it’s not like you were all too rich in dignity in the first place. I’m pretty sure I can get my hand over your mouth long before anyone hears you, though. Now, you have a choice little girl – you can get in my car voluntarily like a good bitch or I can force you. I’m okay with either way, but if you disobey me you will be punished.
Natalie looked around and saw that I was right. I could see the confidence draining from her face as she realized that she wasn’t nearly as safe as she thought she would have been. She looked like she still wanted to fight, but understood that doing so at the moment would be strategically unwise.
I opened the back door of my car and motioned for her to get in. She hesitated a bit but eventually climbed in, looking more irritated than anything else. Closing the door behind her I walked around the car and got in the other side.
Natalie looked tremendously nervous in the back seat with me. I couldn’t blame her – she was trapped in a small area with me, and I had left no doubt in her mind that I planned to abuse her. I took a moment to look her over in silence; enjoying the fear and doubt that I suspected I was inspiring in her.
I’m going to have you remove your top in a minute so that I can make sure you’ve followed the sole rule that I’ve given you so far, I warned her.
I don’t want you acting all surprised, so I want to make something clear: if
LIAM’S WHORE isn’t written in fresh marker, I’m going to be very disappointed with you and I will be forced to punish you. Is that understand?
Cut the bullshit, she shot back.
This has nothing to do with checking to make sure I’ve followed your stupid rule. You just want to see my tits; at least have the balls to admit that.
Thinking about my balls again? I laughed.
God, Natalie, I know you’re a bit of a whore, but try to get your slut mind out of the gutter. I’m going to fuck your brains out eventually – you can stop worrying about that – but that’s not going to happen until I decide to. Right now, the only thing you need to worry about is proving to me that you’ve been an obedient little bitch. Lose the shirt and prove to me that you’re not completely incapable of following simple orders.
I don’t want to, she stubbornly replied.
And I don’t really care what you want, I reminded her.
Let’s cut to the chase, bitch. I’m completely willing to physically force you to cooperate, and I think that you know me well enough to realize that I wouldn’t feel the slightest pity or remorse in doing so. You, on the other hand, will most certainly regret it – not just because of the pain that I’ll inflict in forcing you, but also because of the punishment that you’ll suffer for being such a disobedient little cunt. I’m bored with your rebellious bullshit, and we really don’t have time for it. This is your last chance to cooperate freely, whore – I suggest you willingly remove your shirt like a good little bitch, but I’m fully prepared if you’d prefer to do this the fun way.
Natalie paused for a moment and looked me over, likely trying to gauge how serious I was and what her chances would be if she chose to continue misbehaving. I maintained eye contact, keeping my body language confident yet impatient until she broke down. Lowering her eyes, she began to unbutton her shirt. Enjoying her submission, I cracked a smile.
As she unbuttoned her shirt I watched lecherously, unconcerned with whether or not she noticed. Natalie groaned in humiliation, but apparently knew better than to outright protest my objectifying stares. With the shirt unbuttoned she stripped out of it and then quickly went to cover her chest with her arms. I shot her a warning look to let her know that would be a bad idea, she timidly lowered her arms to her sides.
LIAM’S WHORE still appeared on her chest, immediately above her lacey black bra. It was slightly faded, though it was evident that it had been traced over – darker black lines covered far more faded gray. I was pleased – not only had she followed my orders, but her choice in bras was far less boring than the plain white cotton of the day before.
That’s a good slut, I praised, quietly chuckling.
Tell me, how did it feel tracing that over your body?
Can we not talk about it? she whimpered, obviously deeply ashamed.
What would you prefer to talk about? I laughed.
Perhaps you’d rather talk about your choice of underwear today – don’t think I haven’t noticed, by the way. It’s almost as if you knew someone would be seeing your bra today, and you wanted to impress that someone. Maybe you don’t want to talk at all – you are a bit of a raging slut, after all, it would hardly be surprising if you’d prefer I simply tore the rest of your clothes off and deposited my load in the sperm bank you’re running between your legs.
Natalie stammered a bit, trying to come up with something to say back to me. She was very clearly flustered, and even more embarrassed. Unable to form intelligible words, her face went bright red. I decided to press my advantage.
It’s okay, slut, I comforted her.
You don’t have to answer my question, because it really doesn’t matter what you want to talk about. You’re my bitch – I decide what we talk about as well as what we do. Don’t get too sad, though. I still plan to use you as a cum dumpster, but first I want to know how it felt this morning when you traced those words on your chest.
I was irritated, she lied.
I hate to risk damaging your fragile little ego, but that’s really all that I felt. Sorry, Liam – there was no arousal or humiliation, just annoyance.
I’m glad, actually, I replied, pretending to believe her.
I’d feel bad if it had really affected you, and I can understand the annoyance. Tracing onto your own chest must be difficult – it must be an awkward angle, and all. Since you’ve been so forthcoming and honest, I’ll reward you – lose your pants, bitch.
Natalie shot me a confused look but complied with my order. As she kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her dress pants, I removed the marker that I had borrowed from work from my pocket. Seeing the marker, Natalie instantly looked afraid. She probably realized that I was going to give her more things to trace, but didn’t dare say anything. I neglected to address her very visible fear – I was, after all, still pretending that she had felt nothing but irritation in tracing the first thing.
With her pants off I could see that like her bra, Natalie’s choice in panties was also a bit more interesting than it had been the day before. High cut and lacy, the black panties that she was wearing perfectly matched her bra. Noticing that I was staring at her crotch, Natalie clenched her thighs together.
Ignoring her closed body language, I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her leg out straight. She resisted briefly but quickly relented when she realized that she lacked the physical strength to put up any kind of struggle. With her right leg laying across my lap, I popped the cap off of the marker.
What are you doing? she whimpered, obviously afraid.
Giving you more to trace, I smirked.
I would think that would be painfully obvious. Don’t worry, though – this time I’ll be writing on your thighs; you’ll be far less
irritated this time.
Pulling hard on her ankle I stretched her leg straight and forced her to scoot towards me a little. On her left inner thigh I wrote the phrase
CUM DUMP and then drew an arrow pointing to her crotch. Releasing her left ankle, I grabbed her right and pulled her leg out straight. On her right thigh I wrote
FREE DEPOSITS 24/7, and again drew an arrow pointing in.
I’ll expect you to continue tracing the words on your chest, of course, I explained.
I realize the angle might not be ideal, but I think it’s important that you remember both who owns you and what you are. These new ones, though, should be much easier for you to maintain.
Please don’t make me do that, she begged.
Why not? I laughed, feigning confusion.
You had no real problem with
LIAM’S WHORE, I can’t imagine why you’d take issue to these. In fact, I’m so impressed by the fact that you felt nothing but irritation that I think I’ll give you even more to trace – it’s not like it bothers you, right?
Okay, I lied! she blurted out, obviously not crazy about having more vulgar things that she’d have to write on her own body.
I didn’t feel just irritation. Please stop now?
You’re kidding! I exclaimed, my voice dripping sarcasm.
I never would have guessed that! I’m not so sure that I want to stop, though – you may have admitted your lie, but you haven’t exactly answered my question, either. I’m a nice guy, though, so I’ll give you one more chance – what did you feel tracing
LIAM’S WHORE onto your own chest this morning?
I hated it, she whimpered, sounding like a petulant child.
I still can’t believe I did it, you know. It was probably the most degrading thing that I’ve even done in my entire life.
Then why did you do it? I prodded.
Somehow I doubt that even you couldn’t predict that it would be degrading.
I did it because you told me to! she cried.
I didn’t feel that she was being truthful enough in her answer. I suspected that she had grown conditioned to the leeway I had been giving her – I had always given her a chance to correct herself when she misbehaved, and she seemed to now expect it. Wanting to put an end to that habit I pulled both of her ankles over me and grabbed the marker again. On her stomach I wrote the words
STUPID CUNT, shaking my head in disappointment the entire time.
Why’d you do that? she whimpered.
I was cooperating!
You were wasting time, I reminded her.
I know that I forced you to trace that phrase this morning, but that’s hardly the point. You’ve been a bratty little cunt all day long; all too eager to disobey me. I want to know why you obeyed me this morning, not a pointless reminder that I had told you to.
Fine, she sobbed.
I did it because I didn’t want you to be angry with me. I was afraid that if I didn’t write it, you’d just find a way to humiliate me worse.
That’s certainly accurate, I shrugged.
I still feel like you’re holding back, though – did you really only do it to avoid punishment? Was there a part of you that just wanted to please me for the sake of pleasing me?
Natalie looked up at me, clearly struggling to hold back tears. Letting out an impatient sigh, I made it clear that she would have to answer the question. She timidly nodded that my suspicions were accurate, but I didn’t feel it was enough. I slowly reached for the marker again, hoping to impress upon her that she would have to give a more explicit answer.
Okay, yes! she admitted.
A part of me was eager to do as you told me to. As much as I fucking despised having to do it, there was a part of me that was eager to prove to you that I can be an obedient little slut.
That’s better, I encouraged, placing the marker back in my pocket.
And I want to make something very clear, too – I am pleased with your tracing. Although you’ve been a bit of a cunt in other ways today, your demonstration of fealty makes me proud to be your owner. Congratulations, slut – you’ve made your master happy with you.
Thank you, she squeaked out, sounding sincere but terrified.
I’d like to know more, though, I continued.
I appreciate you telling me how your mind was feeling while you were tracing, but I’m a bit more interested in what your cunt was feeling. Tell me, slut – did your cunt get all juicy while you were marking yourself as my whore?
It did, she admitted, looking down in shame.
I don’t understand why, but tracing those words on my chest turned me on.
And what did you do after? I probed, suspecting that I already knew the answer.
I fucked myself, she confessed.
I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop myself. I told myself that I had to in order to stop thinking about you, but it didn’t work. I’ve spent all day feeling like your bitch; thinking about how you made me fuck myself without even trying. Are you happy now?
I wasn’t happy – I was ecstatic. I had suspected that I had gotten under her skin, but I didn’t realize I had corrupted her so deeply. Knowing that she had spent the entire day thinking about me gave me an unparalleled sense of power and made me feel better about the fact that I had been thinking about her all day.
I beckoned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit but eventually crawled over next to me, curling up at my side. Feeling unexpectedly merciful I gently stroked her hair, enjoying the clean smell of shampoo and perfume. It seemed to calm her down a bit – after a few seconds she relaxed a bit; looking less terrified and more secure.
I’m very happy with you, bitch, I assured her.
You’re a slut – it’s only natural that you’d fuck yourself when objectified. I’m really glad to see that you’re beginning to accept our relationship, and I’m so pleased with you that I’m considering forgiving you for the bitchy attitude that you’ve been displaying all day. Now, I’d like you to keep up the honesty and tell me what you’d like me to do with you.
I don’t suppose I could convince you to release me from all this so we could go back to how things used to be? she whimpered nervously.
Silly bitch, I laughed, mussing her hair.
Why on Earth would I do that? I don’t think either of us was really all too happy with our old dynamic. We don’t work well as equals, and even if I were some pathetic slut like you I doubt that you’d have the strength to dominate me. This is really the only way
we work well together, and you’re going to need to accept that.
I’ll never accept it, she replied, trying to sound defiant but sounding pathetic instead.
You might beat me from time to time, but I’ll never give up. I’m going to fight you every time.
You say that, I shrugged,
but I’m sure you’ll eventually catch on to how futile your adorable little rebellion really is. Until then, I don’t mind – I’ll just defeat you every time until you manage to wrap your head around the fact that you are my property, to do with as I please. Regardless of what the future holds I think the fact that you’re in your underwear and curled up all vulnerable at my side proves that you’re beaten – at least for now. With that understanding, answer my question: what would you like me to do with you?
Natalie looked down, clearly embarrassed. She knew that she’d have to answer, and probably knew that I’d know if she lied. Continuing to gently stroke her hair, I did my best to make her feel as though she was safe – at least as long as she continued to cooperate.
I want you to fuck me, she admitted.
I want you to exercise your rights to my body. I don’t want you to forgive me for my attitude, either – I want you to beat some sense into my slut ass. I want you to leave no doubt in my mind that I belong to you.
Good answer, I praised.
And I’ve got some good news, bitch – that’s precisely what I’m planning to do.
Reaching down, I unzipped my fly and pulled my semi-hard cock out. Running my fingers through her hair I gripped down hard, taking control. Natalie went passive, permitting me to guide her head into my crotch. Once she was close enough, she stuck her tongue out and began aggressively licking me, demonstrating her obedience.
The sight of Natalie so willingly degrading herself was a major turn-on. Within seconds my cock was fully erect and ready to do more than just get licked. Guiding her by the hair I forced her up and aimed her lips at the tip of my cock. Catching on, Natalie opened her mouth wide. Without hesitating I pressed down on the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her throat and gagging her. She tried to pull her head back a little, but I held her still.
I’m sure that doesn’t feel good, I calmly stated, holding her head in place.
I’d apologize, but I’m really not sorry. You were a mouthy little bitch this morning, and I think it’s only right that I demonstrate what your mouth is actually for.
Natalie whimpered quietly. Tears began streaming down her cheek; she was clearly miserable with my cock lodged in her throat. Although unhappy with her situation, she did manage to demonstrate that she knew her place by relaxing her neck muscles and ending her struggle. Pleased with her acceptance, I pulled her up and gave her a few seconds of air before forcing her back down again.
I’m not angry at you, I explained,
but I do think we need to clear some things up so that you don’t embarrass yourself in the future. You seem to have some misunderstandings about what your mouth is for. It’s meant for a few things, really. We can use it as a convenient place to dump cum, a cleaning instrument, and of course as we are now – as another warm yet sloppy hole to fuck. It is not, however, intended to be used to talk back to me. Is that understood?
It is, she gasped as I pulled her back up.
I’m glad you understand, I laughed, forcing her back down on my cock.
I’d like you to prove to me that you really get it, though. Show me how a worthless little slut sucks cock, bitch. I want you to show yourself no mercy – gag yourself, make it hurt. Demonstrate to me that you understand your comfort is far less important than my pleasure.
Having given my instructions I released my grip on Natalie’s head. She briefly came up for air, but was quick to get to work once she had caught her breath. Forcing her head up and down with fast, long strokes she managed to impress me. I was actually almost surprised at how violent she was; she must have been inflicting serious pain on herself. Fortunately, she seemed to know better than to complain, so I decided to reward her.
With my hand free I slowly slid it down her back, dragging my nails along her skin. Reaching her ass I slipped in inside her panties, worming my fingers between her legs. Natalie groaned a little, but parted her thighs to allow me access just the same. With my hand between her legs I discovered why she had been embarrassed – her cunt was once again dripping wet.
You filthy little slut, I teased.
You know, respectable women don’t drench their panties every time a man shoves his cock down their throats; though I suppose comparing you to a respectable woman isn’t exactly fair. There’s nothing respectable about you, after all – you’re slut, nothing more than a walking life-support system for a series of holes, intended to be used as a cum dump and nothing more.
Natalie groaned in humiliation under my verbal abuse but managed to keep her thighs open. As I slid a finger inside her dripping pussy her groans quickly morphed into quiet moaning. Pleased with her performance so far, I began to pump my finger in and out of her, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her twat.
Unfortunately, my angle was terrible for finger fucking her. Reaching around her from behind put significant strain on my wrist, and before long I felt my wrist growing tired. Wanting to shorten the distance, I removed my finger from her cunt and pressed it up against her asshole.
The pressure on her asshole quickly got her attention. Thrusting her head up and off of my cock, Natalie looked up at me in panic. I didn’t expect her to simply accept my finger in her asshole without some reluctance, but she looked absolutely terrified.
What are you doing?! she demanded, her eyes wide with fear.
Natalie, I know you can be a bit slow at times, but come on, I laughed.
What do you think I’m doing? I’m preparing to shove my finger up your asshole. The real question is what are you doing – you should know better than to question your owner under any circumstances; disagreeing when I’m shoving something into one of your fuck holes is especially inappropriate.
But you can’t! she protested, clearly afraid.
I mean, I’m sorry – I’m not telling you that you can’t, I know that you can and you really don’t need to prove it to me. Please take some mercy on me, though, I promise I’ll be good!
Poor slut, I sympathized.
I can see that you’re having difficulty accepting the fact that your asshole is just another option for fucking, and that’s unfortunate. However, the situation is what it is – you’re a slut, and you’ll take my fingers, cock, or anything else I feel like shoving into you in whichever hole I choose. I might not fuck you in the ass every time, but it’s going to happen.
Please don’t! she pleaded.
Please, Liam, I’ll do anything you want but please don’t fuck my asshole!
I’m sorry, slut, I comforted her,
but that’s simply not an option. Your entire value to me is in providing three warm holes to dump my cum in, and I simply cannot accept you operating at two thirds of your potential. I’m not entirely unsympathetic, though, so I’m willing to make a deal with you if you’d like to put off getting fucked in the ass until a later date.
Anything! she insisted.
Just please, please don’t fuck my ass!
That’s a good attitude, I laughed.
Here’s how it is. I’m going to finger fuck your ass today – there’s nothing you can do about that. If it’s any consolation, I won’t enjoy it in the slightest. Your ass is a foul, disgusting hole – really the only reason I’m willing to do it is to remind you of your place. Nothing that you can say or do will change that, so you’re going to have to accept that at the very least you will be getting finger-fucked anally. Is that clear?
It is, she whimpered, sounding defeated and afraid.
Good girl, I praised, slowly pressing the tip of my finger into her opening.
The good news is that I’m willing to spare you a true ass fucking, at least for the time being. You’ll still be taking my cock up your ass some day in the future, of course, but you can at least put it off for a little while longer. If you want to earn this stay of execution, all you have to do is provide me with a key.
A key? she groaned, as my finger slid deeper into her asshole.
A key, I confirmed.
Before you head back to work I’ll expect you to stop by the hardware store. Have a copy of the key to your apartment made, and present it to me when you return to the store. I’ll be expecting your address too, of course, as well as any security codes that I might need to get in. Is that understood?
It is, she whimpered as I began to slowly pump my finger in and out of her ass.
I’m glad, I replied.
Now get back to work sucking my cock, you lazy bitch. Oh, by the way – if you decide to go back on our deal, I promise you that I’ll fuck you in the ass before you go home tonight, and I won’t be gentle. Even for a slut like you, I don’t think it will be enjoyable.
Natalie whimpered a little, but obeyed my instructions. Sliding her mouth back down on my cock she looked broken and defeated; apparently having my finger in her asshole was difficult for her to accept. I felt mildly bad for her. She had been behaving and I didn’t really want to hurt her, but she needed to understand that I had the right to use any of her holes without her permission.
As Natalie continued to degrade herself on my cock I very slowly began to build speed with my finger. Going off of her verbal cues I would assume that she hated it, but she made no effort to hamper my assault in any way. Pleased with the situation, I began to gently stroke her hair with one hand while fucking her ass with the other.
After a minute or so of building up speed, I found myself finger fucking Natalie’s ass at a reasonable rate. Despite her protests earlier, she seemed to enjoy it more than she would have wanted me to know. She was no longer whimpering, and the quiet moaning that emanated from her was reminiscent of when I was fingering her cunt. I found myself regretting the deal that I had made with her – I really wanted to fuck her asshole just to humiliate her, but didn’t want her to feel that she couldn’t trust me. Besides, we were both off on Fridays and I really wanted that key.
I entertained myself fingering her ass for a few more minutes, enjoying the chaos that I was probably inspiring in her head. I knew that she didn’t like the idea of anal sex, and assumed that she felt it was especially degrading. Her body, on the other hand, seemed to like it just fine. I liked knowing that she was probably struggling to come to terms with the idea of enjoying anal and I thought it was healthy for her to start accepting the idea. I didn’t plan on going back on my word or anything, but she was going to be taking my cock up her ass at some point.
As my wrist grew tired I lifted her head up off of my cock and shoved her back. She looked at me in confusion, as if she was unsure if she had done something wrong. I chuckled a little – it was nice having her like that, so eager to please me. Grabbing her shoulders I pulled her body over mine as I stretched out and aimed my cock at her slit. Pulling her panties to the side I pressed the tip into her cunt as she obediently held her position.
Relax, slut, I reassured her.
You did fine, you can lose that terrified
did I displease my owner? look. In fact, you did so well that I think I’m going to reward you.
Did I do well enough that you might promise not to ever fuck my ass? she asked meekly as I grabbed her by her hips.
That’s just silly, I laughed, slowly forcing her down on my cock.
You’re going to get fucked in your ass, and there’s no way around that. You’re a slut, after all, and a slut that doesn’t take it up the ass just doesn’t make sense. If I swore off fucking your asshole I wouldn’t be rewarding you, I’d be failing to use you to your fullest potential. As a responsible owner I’m practically obligated to make sure that you accept my cock in all of your holes, so you may as well start accepting the idea that you will be getting your ass fucked eventually.
Natalie looked disappointed, but it didn’t last long. Her cunt was soaking wet, so I felt no need to go gentle. Squeezing her hips I began to bounce her up and down on my cock hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began moaning loudly. Getting fucked hard she was far too distracted to be disappointed.
How are you going to reward me, then? she managed to squeeze out between lustful moans.
I’m going to let you decide where you take my cum today, I informed her.
Now, yesterday I permitted you to swallow it – that was a special treat, though, and it’s not something that I think I can allow every time. I’m going to give you two choices, and you can pick which one you like best.
Your first choice is to take it on your face, I continued.
Just like yesterday you’ll have to wear whatever doesn’t get in your mouth for the rest of the day, but I have to warn you – yesterday I was mostly aiming at your mouth. Today I’ll be aiming everywhere except for your mouth, so there’s going to be a lot to wear if you choose to go that route.
Natalie groaned, though it wasn’t clear why. It sounded like she was terrified of the idea, but it also sounded like she thought it was a major turn-on. Personally, I liked it a lot – the idea of forcing her to wear evidence of her violation seemed incredibly hot. At the same time I was a little worried that she might get called out on it, and I didn’t want to cause any problems that could interrupt the fun I was having with her.
The other choice is in your cunt, I continued.
Like your face, there’s a catch there as well. The load that I’m going to give you is massive, and it’s going to slowly drip out if I shoot it into your twat. My guess is that by the end of the day your panties will be just as soaked with my cum as your own, and I can’t tolerate my slut being messy. If you choose to go this way, you’ll have to suck the crotch clean as soon as you get home and swallow it all like the disgusting whore you are.
Natalie didn’t seem to like the options, but that wasn’t my problem. I wanted her feeling as though she had been marked as my property for the rest of the day, and though the things I had written on her body helped with that I wanted more. I liked the idea that she’d have to go back to work with her face covered in cum or her panties slowly filling with it and spend the rest of the day thinking about how it had gotten there.
I guess I’ll take it in the cunt? she whimpered between moans.
I wasn’t surprised by her choice. She might not have liked the idea of having my sperm dumped into her and having to suck her panties clean, but going to work with a facial seemed a bit insane. Unfortunately for her, I was feeling sadistic and wanted to torment her a bit.
Of course you take it in the cunt, I laughed.
You’re a slut – well, not really a slut yet. More of a slut-in-training until we get your asshole broken in. Regardless, I think we both understand that you love it in the cunt; that’s long since been established. You still haven’t answered my question, though.
I meant I’ll take your load in my cunt, she moaned.
Taking my hand off of her hips I slapped her across the face. I was careful not to hit her hard enough to leave a mark, but I’m sure that she felt it. Natalie looked back at me in pain and confusion.
You sound like you’re doing me a favor, I explained, as I resumed fucking her.
It’s quite the opposite – if anything, I’m doing you a favor by honoring you with my sperm; wasting it on a filthy little whore. Ask me again, but this time try not to sound like an ungrateful cunt.
I’m sorry, she moaned.
Please shoot your cum inside my cunt? I promise that I’ll suck it all out of my panties when I get home, and I promise I’ll swallow it all like a good bitch.
I know you will, I laughed.
Hell, you’ll probably spend the rest of the day thinking about that growing puddle in your crotch, wondering how it’s going to taste when you suck it out. You’ll imagine the feeling as it slowly slides down your throat, wondering if it will feel anything like how it feels as it slowly oozes out of your slimy little cunt. When you get home you might hesitate a little, thinking about how I’d never know if you disobeyed me, but you’ll do it in the end. Not to give away any surprises but I’m willing to bet that once you’re done sucking our combined juices out of your panty crotch you’ll fuck yourself silly, thinking about how you’ve pleased your owner.
Natalie’s face went red, but her breathing and moaning increased at the same time. Her body language said that I was most likely dead-on accurate and she knew it, though she was clearly ashamed by it. Grabbing her ass hard, I began to fuck her deeply.
I’ll tell you something else, I continued.
You’ll be right – once you get your panties cleaned and all of that disgusting slime in your belly, your owner will be pleased with you. I’ll even be pleased that you fucked yourself, as it will prove that you truly understand what you are. I might not be there to witness it, but I’ll know.
I want you there to witness it! she blurted out, rapidly approaching orgasm.
I don’t want to just fuck myself; I want you to fuck me! I want you to watch me clean my panties like an obedient little slut; I want you to force me to think about how disgusting what I’m doing is!
I know you do, you stupid bitch, I laughed in her face.
And maybe you’ll get your wish, or maybe you won’t. I’ll have your key and your address by then, so it’s certainly an option. You won’t know until it does or does not happen, though.
As I continued to fuck her hard while squeezing her ass, Natalie’s orgasm began. To her credit she did nothing to hold back, there was no subtlety to it whatsoever. Her moans were deafening and almost bestial as she ground her hips into me. Grabbing her hair I pulled her in close, dragging my nails along her back with my free hand.
As her vaginal muscles contracted and spasmed I felt my orgasm begin as well. I thrust my cock into her as deep as I could manage, wanting to shoot my load as far into her as I could. I didn’t want all of my sperm dripping out immediately; I wanted it to slowly trickle out throughout the rest of the day so that she’d be unable to forget what I had done to her and what she’d be forced to do when she got home.
As our orgasms finished Natalie collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. She was sweating, heaving for breath, and obviously exhausted; and that was just how I wanted her. I was fairly exhausted myself, but I wasn’t done abusing her just yet. Sitting up, I pushed her back.
Look at the disgusting mess you left on my cock, I chastised, gesturing at my groin.
You don’t actually expect me to go back to work like this, do you? I’d smell like whore for the rest of the day, and that’s just not acceptable.
Catching my hint, Natalie dropped down and went to work licking her slime off of me. I reclined as much as I could in the back seat of my car and watched as she degraded herself. Sucking my wilting cock into her mouth, she bathed it with her tongue.
Good whore, I praised.
I’m glad you’re truly beginning to understand exactly what your mouth is for. Make sure you get all of your disgusting slime off of me and into your belly, now.
Natalie did as she was instructed, making exaggerated swallowing noises while licking any skin that looked wet. Grabbing her hair I took control of her actions, moving her face to any place that I felt needed cleaning. She didn’t resist – it seemed almost like she enjoyed being used like that.
As Natalie finished cleaning me, I glanced at the clock in my car’s stereo. It was time for me to get back to work. I was disappointed – I wanted to spend more time with her, but I couldn’t afford to risk tipping off my coworkers that something was up. Gently pushing her back, I pulled up my pants.
I’m sorry, slut, I apologized.
I’d love to use your holes a little more, but it is a work day and all. Don’t get too sad, though – you’ll have other chances to earn my cum in the future.
I understand, she whimpered, sounding terribly sad.
After Natalie dressed herself we both got out of the back seat of my car. I hopped back in the front seat to return to work, she headed towards the hardware store walking slightly funny. Even knowing that I’d see her again it broke my heart to part with her, but I didn’t really have a choice. I did need to get back to work, and I couldn’t let her know how much I wanted to spend more time with her anyway.