Tag: fdom

You’d worked for years to get out of this sick relationship with your controlling ex-girlfriend. I was hard. You had to trick her into taking the cage off. The you ran, naked, into the night. You’d been arrested but you managed to get free.

So you’d been horrified half a year later when she showed up in the city you’d moved to, at your gym. For a while she just smirked at you from across the room. After several weeks, she approached you while you were bench pressin and held the bar down on you so you were trapped.

“I’m not here to get you back, loser. See, you signed a contract. I own you for life. Just making sure you know that.” Then she kneed you in the crotch, very hard, and walked away. 

After that she left you alone for a while. You even met a girl. A nice, normal one. She liked how gentle and kind you were…

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You hated her but now you’re nothing but grateful to her.

She’d been the worst from the start. 

“Ooh, I like your cat-eye glasses. Sometimes I wish I could rock the mousy look,” said the statuesque blonde, looking down at you, the first time you had met. She was a vision; sexy, confident, elegant. “Guys never call me ‘cute,’ y’know?”

She was your fiance’s new business partner. He spoke highly of her and she seemed to hold him in great esteem as well. It was infuriating.

“You’re such a lucky woman to have a man as smart and clever as Ahmed. And so…handsome.” She winked at you. ”You’re such a strong woman. I would just be anxious that he’d find someone better. I’m terribly jealous of your self-assurance. Here you have such a catch and you don’t even wear makeup or go to the gym. You’re totally my hashtag goals.”

This went on for months. You tried to play down your insecurities while telling your fiance what was up. He just laughed and assured you that Janae didn’t mean anything, that her worst crime was being oblivious. He refused to take you seriously. So her comments continued, sometimes right in front of your fiance.

“Your fiance is so adorable, Ahmed! How do you resist just scooping her up like a little girl and pinching her cheeks? Oh, I simply couldn’t not!”

“Heh heh, Vee never lets me. No matter how much I might want to.”

“Vee, Ahmed is strong! I can see it even through his long sleeved shirts. Don’t be afraid he’ll drop you. You’re not that pudgy. I bet with our height difference we weigh the same. 130? Here, pick me up Ahmed. We’ll show her.” 

He looked embarrassed and uncertain but Janae insisted until he scooped her into his arms like a groom with a bride. He showed no strain. They looked right together. Both so well dressed, attractive, tall, sexy. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, looking over at you.

“See, Vee? This is easy for such a strapping young man. Let him cuddle you like his sweet little girl.” With that she turned her head to Ahmed, rubbing her cheek along his neck and cheek, stopping when her lips were practically pressed into his ear. Down she whispered huskily. Ahmed shuddered and released Janae quickly, but she managed to uncurl slowly, sliding the full length of her body down his front. She kept her arms around his neck and relaxed into his chest, panting. 

“Really, I don’t know how you resist climbing him right here.” She pushed away, pressind her open palms over his chest. “Really, try it. I’m not squeamish.”

You looked to Ahmed and saw a touch of reluctance, shame. Your eyes darted down and saw a very obvious tent in his lightweight work pants. That made you angry and ashamed but also determined. You marched right up to him.

“You seem uncertain,” he interrupted, “Here, let’s start out like this.” He turned around and bent down, offering you a piggy-back ride. It was childish by comparison. But you were too surprised and too stubborn. You went ahead with it and were soon on his back. Was he keeping you from feeling his boner?

“Awww, so cute. Like a tired little toddler. Hmm…maybe you are just a little heavier. Ahmed, do squats and pushups for your fiance so you carry her like you did me.”

Your face burned and you pressed it into his back so she wouldn’t see the tears at your eyes. You felt so humiliated, unsexy, fat…

After that you started changing things. You went to the gym. But not with Ahmed. It was too embarrassing. You really weren’t fat but up against that petite queen you felt so squishy. You got platform shoes and the highest heels you could find. You practically threw out all your old clothes and replaced them with more elegant, mature, sexy outfits. You bought makeup and practiced tutorials online.

Ahmed seemed confused but he also complimented you. And you certainly noticed he initiated sex more often! The sex was very vigorous. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Take it,babe, take it! I’m going to fill you right up. You like that? Yeah you do. Fuck, Janae, ahhhh!” And he came, exploding into you.

“What?!”

“Sorry, Vee, I came. It was just so good. Was it too soon?”

“You said Janae.”

“What?! No. No. No. I…did-n’t. I said ba-bay, baby. Sorry, it’s corny. I’m sorry you thought that. You’re my only cutie pie. You know that.”

You didn’t argue the obvious lie. You just excused yourself and went to the bathroom and cried quietly. You’d tried so hard to live up to Janae. But you couldn’t. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t an elegant sex goddess. You were cute. All your trying did was to remind your fiance of her. You took out your phone.

“This is Vee. You win.” You’d stolen her number from Ahmed’s phone weeks ago when looking at their texts. Nothing had really been incriminating.

“I win what, cutie?”

“You know. I admit defeat. You’re the better woman.”

“Honey bunches, there’s no such thing as a better woman. Only different women. Or girls, in your case. We all have different roles we belong in.”

“Well this girl is done. I’ll step aside. You can have him.” Tears steamed down you face, onto the screen.

“Have who? What do you want me to do to him? Tell me, little girl.”

“Take Ahmed! Fuck him! He deserves someone better. Someone hotter. I can’t compete!”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?! I give up!”

“I want it all, Vee-Vee. You’re upset because you were in the wrong place. You had a stud. And studs belong to women like me, not little girls like you. Understand?”

You nodded dumbly then typed: “yes.”

“Good. Now you can be happy. You will be happy. You just need to find the right place for little girls like you and accept it. Will you let me help?”

“yes.”

“Okay then. I am going to take Ahmed. I will fuck him. Eventually you will watch. It will be hard for you. You will masturbate while you do. But you will feel happy and right, in your place, for the first time. Got it?”

“yes”

“Are you masturbating now?”

What?! No! You looked down. You were fingering yourself idly. When did that happen? Why did it feel so good?

“yes”

“‘Yes, Mommy.’“

“yes, Mommy”

“Good. Ahmed and I will look after you. You’re an incompetent little girl. You need someone to guide you.”

“thank you, Mommy.”

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“No no, you can’t back out. Your wife said you’d try that just out of guilt. But no worries, I don’t feel at all like you’re treating me as a unicorn. I like fucking guys in the ass, actually. It’s the only time men really moan like bitches. So don’t worry about me… …I can see you’re still hesitant. Don’t run away! Yes, I locked the door. I want you to get to enjoy this. 

And you feel more relaxed already, right? Woozy? Yes, well I did drug your drink just a little. Shh, shh, don’t worry it won’t numb the sensation at all. Just makes it harder for you to get away. Yes, it’s hot in here. Let me take your pants off. And your shirt. Now I’m putting this bra on you. Okay, so your name is Bitch now, okay? Say, ‘my name is Bitch.’ Good, yes! Just like that. Now I’m going to fuck you like a bitch. That seems right, doesn’t it? Good, good.”

She’d made me strip even though I really wasn’t comfortable with it. Especially not in front of these assholes. But my girlfriend had been working me up to this moment. “We’ll fuck so hard right in front of those jerks that were so mean to you and they’ll have to respect a guy who can get such a hot piece of ass. Only top dog can have me, right?” I couldn’t exactly tell her no after that. It would be an insult.

So it was a big surprise when she walked into the hot-tub with them and left me high and dry. “Sorry, but I see some top dogs, babe. You agreed top dog gets this ass, right?” I just nodded, shocked. “So if you’re not top dog, you must be a bitch?” Again I nodded, confused. “Good. So cover that pathetic ‘manhood’ and serve us like a bitch should.”

I put on her bikini in a daze while they all laughed and catcalled. I’d wondered why she’d made me shave my body and wear my long hair down, but now it felt so right. 

By the end of the evening we were together again, being fucked from behind on a large bed. “I’m so proud of you, babe! You could never see that this is where you belong. This is you. You belong to real men, just like I do.”