Tag: losingher

“He’ll probably be so devastated that he’ll cry. Then I’ll crawl over, comfort him, and lick up the tears. Then I want you to start fucking me again from behind while I coo at him, telling him he’ll never get to fuck me again. But I’ll keep his Mother’s ring, thanks. If the bf puts up a fight, you can hurt him a little. Or a lot. Whatever it takes. xx”

“That jerk always called me a fat cow. We’ll see what he thinks of this cow now.”

“He didn’t call you fat; he said he wanted to milk your big udders. You’re playing right into his hands.”

“Oh I’ll play right into his hands alright. Then we’ll see who’s an ugly cow when he’s kneeling under me.”

“Honey, please, this is crazy. It’s humiliating. What will our friends think?”

“That one of us finally has the upper hand over this bully? Besides, baby, none of our friends will be there. It’s an exclusive party for the cool crowd. That ass only joking invited me to be his ‘bovine bitch,’ not thinking I’d actually do it. But I’ll show him. I’ll wipe that smug smile right off his face with a double D in his mouth.”

“Please, I can’t bear to see this.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Don’t worry…you’re not invited either. Oh and don’t wait up. It might take all night to teach him a lesson.”

You had encouraged her to play along with his flirting since the first office party, sure it would help you get ahead. She was disgusted but finally agreed to do it after a little pleading. Actually she had played her part a little too well. Did she really need to sit in his lap? That’s what you get for being a pig, she had retorted. 

But it had worked. The boss kept you close, promoted you. Unfortunately, he also mocked you openly in front of coworkers for having such a ‘loose wife’ and told others about her. “Go ahead and show Richards a picture of that slutty piece of ass you’ve got” he’d say, forcing you to show off photos of your wife to clients. He insisted you show ‘a sexy one.’ “Wouldn’t you like to blast a baby in that?” he’d then remark crudely, “You never know, bitch was in my lap after two drinks last party. You’re invited to the Halloween party of course.” Everyone always laughed at that. It was a good-natured joke, right? But it felt a little too real

So when he handed you this ‘costume’ and guffawed and made you turn around to “show the boys what I got that wife of yours for the party,” you felt an obligation to play along. People tittered awkwardly and some rude jokes were made at your expense, causing more genuine merriment. “Bring it to her and say it’s from her old admirer, hawhaw. Can’t wait to see her in it. We’ll see a lot of her, in fact, haw haw!”

You just wanted to throw it away. Surely he wasn’t serious? And yet, maybe your position hinged on your hot wife? You decided on a half measure: show it to your wife and treat it all as a joke. See what she said. Surely she’d refuse it out of hand and you could tell it as a funny story to the boss…

The stupid part had been bragging to your bully of a coworker how your hot girlfriend was going to dress as the ultimate male fantasy. But the insufferable jerk was always one step ahead of you. Always getting the praise, the promotions. The only thing you seemed to have that he didn’t was a very sexy girlfriend. It annoyed you that he hit on her whenever she came by. And that she giggled a bit too much when he did so. Still, his unfulfilled desire for your girl was perhaps the one thing that gave you power over him. 

So you bragged and said she’d be slave Leia and you’d be her dashing Han Solo. He didn’t seem as jealous as you’d like. In fact, he grinned. But whatever, you had the supreme sex symbol and he didn’t. You walked away feeling like a winner.

Thus it came as a shock when he showed up at the party as Boba Fett and told your ‘Leia’ he was here to claim her as a runaway slave. He took hold of her leash as if it was his right. Your girlfriend blushed. Fuck! Was she just going to go for this?

“Screw yourself, bounty hunter! I am a Princess and Diplomat. You have no authority over me,” she spat at him. Thank god! She had you worried.

“Princess Leia, you are a known traitor to the Empire and have been stripped of all rank. You are mine to take as I please,” responded ‘Boba,’ jerking her leash, causing her to gasp and take an involuntary step. What an ass! You were about to step in when-

“The Rebellion doesn’t recognize the authority of this unlawful empire or its unscrupulous lapdogs, Boba!” she yelled, full of vitriol. Jesus! Your girlfriend was really into this roleplay. At least it felt good to watch her tear into your bully for once instead of cooing at his flirtations.

“Ahh, we must all bend-” he said, leaning toward your girl and pulling her leash so her head came down and towards his, “before the law. Don’t you agree?” She was blushing deeper and looking so intently at him. Fuck!

“Of course you do. Even your little rebellion rests upon the authority of the old republic and its democratic senate. Isn’t that right?” Your girlfriend was practically panting. She looked entranced by him.

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“Answer me, Slut Leia!” he demanded, yanking her chain so hard she stumbled and fell onto her knees. She made a choked sound and gazed up at him as if at a god, mouth agape.

“…o-of course it does, mast- uh, Boba. We are…” she took a strained breath “the torch bearers of just rule and peace in the galaxy. We represents the true will of free and sovereign people.”

“Yes, yes, very noble. Now tell me, did not the Hutts have rule of this planet under the Republic, too?”

She muttered something derogatory about “gangster scum” and he jerked her chain. “Yes!” she yelped, “they ruled legally.”

“Good, and did they not have the lawful authority to enslave those in debt to them. …Or those who threatened their lives. Exactly as you did while attempting to steal Jaba’s property, Mr Han Solo here?”

She didn’t look up at him. She bit her lip and mumbled, her face flushed.

“Look at me, Princess Whore!” he demanded, yanking her head up.

“Yes!” she cried.

“And so are you not legal chattel and mine to claim as an authorized bounty hunter?” 

“…yes.”

“And so will you not come with me like a good slave? I’m sure you wouldn’t want the word to get out that a high ranking operative of your ‘people’s rebellion’ was threatening a sovereign leader with assassination and theft of his property. People might think your little rebellion wasn’t so just anymore. They might see it as a gang. Other leaders might see you not as liberators, but as a threat to their free rule.”

‘Leia’ gasped in shock, “You wouldn’t! Sir, uh, Boba, you can’t do that! It would crush what little support we have!”

“Tsk, tsk, my naughty slave. If I don’t, surely Jaba will? What reason has he to protect a Republic that threatens him so?”

“I acted alone! They didn’t authorize this, didn’t know! Don’t ruin freedom’s only chance! I’ll…I’ll do anything, Sir!”

“Yes, hmm. Well I have some influence, but I doubt a Hutt would believe such a useless slave girl that doesn’t even know what to offer her betters when they bring her to her knees.”

She gulped and started reaching out toward his crotch with searching, imploring hands.

“…yes, Master Fett. I accept my place as a lawful slave. You are wise and magnanimous. Please…let me show you that I can learn to be a proper sex slave.” She had started removing his codpiece.

 You’d let this jerk bully you in the past, but this was too much.

“Hold it right there ‘Boba’! This is too much. Let go of my fucking girlfriend before I punch your teeth in.”

WHAM!

You were on the ground and in pain before you knew what happened. His foot was then on your chest and he put his weight on it. 

“Sorry, Han, but you’re blind and imprisoned at the part of the story.” He reached down and fastened a cloth around your eyes. Then he flipped you over and snapped handcuffs tightly on your wrists.

“Stop this farce, you asshole!”

“Sorry, honey, but he’s right. There’s no way Han could save Leia at this point in the movie. Be a good boy and play your part. Now, Master Fett, where were we? Oh yes, I believe you were going to let me prove what an obedient, slutty slave I can be…” 

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see part two

It had begun with all his stupid boasting. He could have any woman, he always said. Just give him a few moments alone with a girl and she’d be on her knees. Once he turned on the charm, he claimed, no woman had ever resisted. They became cock hungry sluts, needing to touch him, to have him in their mouths. It was a gift and a curse, he gloated. What an ass! You mostly laughed at his antics. But eventually it got to you, when he started talking about your girlfriend. 

“I’ve ruined so many friendships, man. A bud leaves me alone with his girl and soon she’s jumping my bones. I don’t know my own strength, you know? So listen, you mean a lot to me bud. Please, just never leave me alone with Zania.  I don’t want to fuck up what you have. Girls are just programmed to serve superior cock, you know?”

That fucking did it. You were tired of this shit. Not only was Zania not interested in him, she hated his guts. She wouldn’t go for him if she was drunk out of her mind and face to face with his pathetic ‘superior’ cock. Then you realized you had shouted this all at him. He just laughed. 

“Sorry man, but it’s nature.” 

Fuck you, I bet you a thousand dollars, you spat.

“You don’t want to pick this fight, man.”

You scared?

“Alright friend, but don’t blame me when Zania is devoted to my alpha cock and won’t give you the time of day. One grand. We get drunk, we get naked, you leave us alone. If she isn’t worshiping my balls in ten minutes, I’ll concede.”

…

And there she was, just two minutes after you’d left them alone, licking his balls.