I wrote this story very quickly, and it’s obviously not very good. However, I hope you enjoy it, as I’ll be publishing much better work in the future.
Jenna stands over me, her curves making her already domineering presence loom that much larger. My cock sits limply between my legs as I kneel before her, a sign of my inferiority. Books on feminism, gynarchy, and female superiority sit on her bookshelf. I swallow hard as I try to maintain eye contact, my cock begins to throb and grow, and she acknowledges this with a smile.
Jenna was always bossy, but since moving back home, she’s been a tyrant. For the last four years, since she’d been at college, I was made only to serve her on summer vacation, as well as spring break, Christmas, and usually thanksgiving. She’d also usually appear on her birthday. I remember the countless foot massages and full body massages. I remember all the hours spent at her house (she lives next door) being her footstool while she binge watched tv shows. All the blowjobs I had given her male friends, all the toilets I had cleaned for her. Jenna is a cruel young woman, and I love her for it.
She slowly moves her foot towards my now throbbing cock, lightly brushing against it. I gasp quietly, smile, and thank her. She’s in her element. The light from the window hits her perfectly from behind and it makes her curves pop even more than usual. I let out a moan and begin to leak pre-cum. Jenna wipes the dribble of semen with her toe and brings it to my lips and says “clean it,”and after I do, I hear what I long to hear everyday from her; “good bitch.” She laughs.
I wanted to tell Jenna for the longest time how much I loved her dominance over me. How I wanted to follow her wherever she would go, just to serve her, to bring her happiness in any capacity. But Jenna wasn’t about talk, because talk is cheap, and with Jenna, I knew not to let my mouth write checks that my ass (or balls) couldn’t cash.
She runs her hand through my hair and then grabs it, shaking my neck hard before dragging me down the hall. She stomps when she walks, especially when she’s feeling “fierce”, which is most of the time. For a brief moment, as she continues dragging me by my hair, while I crawl, trying to keep up with her, her strong powerful legs firing like pistons with ever step, I almost feel like it’s too much, like I’m about to cum right there, but the moment passes when we come to the sliding door, which Jenna opens, and leads me to the pool.
Still on my knees, I watch in awe, like I always do, as she slides her yoga pants off, revealing only a thong bikini. She turns to me and smiles sweetly, I lower my head in reverence. When I look back up, Jenna has her top off, and nothing covering her perfect breasts.
The look on her face is one of pure, unadulterated confidence. Female power mixed with beauty. She knows I’ll do anything for her.
She sits on a lounging chair just by the pool, and crosses her legs. Her gorgeous brown hair blows gently in the warm summer wind. I kneel patiently. She stares at me and then says “crawl, boy.” And I do, I crawl over to her like a good bitch. She hands me a bottle of tanning oil and tells me to rub it on her back, and not to miss a spot.
She moves onto her stomach and puts her AirPods in, starts to play lady Gaga. I squirt the oil into my hand and notice that her shapely, lovely ass is just a foot from my face, her thick thighs looks so inviting, I want them to squeeze the life from me. Her cheeks swallow the thong entirely and I start to throb, hard.
You certainly couldn’t get away with calling Jenna petite, because she wasn’t. She worked out and kept her body somewhat firm, but maintained a very feminine thickness that made men Drool. Her butt was rounded from squats and other exercises that targeted her glutes and thighs. I had fantasized forever about the feeling of being suffocated underneath her. I constantly thought about how she would taunt me, maybe even flex her strong biceps, or film a video to show to all her friends. Meanwhile, I would me smothered, inhaling the scent of her delicious asshole.
I continue rubbing the oil on her, gradually bringing my face closer to her. I want to worship it, just bury my face in it. Her thong is so lucky I think to myself. The song ends and I realize a long string of pre-cum hanging from my fully erect cock. Jenna plays another song. I’m too enthralled by her beauty to notice it. She kicks her legs up and then back and forth, humming to the song, and I’m just mesmerized.
I place a hand on the back of her thigh and lower my face, inches from her ass. I think about it for a moment, I know how cruel Jenna is, she could fuck my life up for this. I decide it’s worth it. I’m too horny, and she’s too perfect. I plant a kiss on her left cheek and then spread her cheeks, stealing a sniff. Jenna immediately jumps up, I fall back and she stands over me with fire in her eyes, her breathtaking eyes.
She grabs my hair once again. I can feel it, I’m ready to cum, just on the cusp. She drags me towards the pool and forces my head under water and sits on my back. With my head still under I hear her yell “you’re gonna fucking regret that!”
She pulls my head out of the water, “you hear me?” She yells in my ear.
“I. . . I came Jenna, I’m so sorr...” and she plunges my face back into the pool. I think i cum again but I’m not sure. I’m in heaven and hell at the same time. She leans back, grabbing my bare ass for support and uses her feet to keep my head under water. I almost start to black out and actually think to myself that if this is how I die, I can live with it. But Jenna relents, and I lift my head out of the pool with a gasp.
“Stay here!” She commands. I stay in the same position until she finally comes back. She places a collar and leash around my dick and balls. She forces me to lick up my cum and when I look back up at her she has her phone out, and she’s recording.
“This is the pervert who just sexually assaulted me in my own yard.” She says, and she’s smiling.
“No Jenna please, im so sorry.” I plead.
“Look into the camera and Say your full name and your address.” She says, calmly. She feels her power.
I obey and I feel humiliated and broken. And then Jenna says, “now get ready for our walk.”
Our walk?
I crawl on my knees through the house as Jenna leads me by my balls. She stomps angrily, I know I fucked up. She gets dressed and forces me out of the house.
I crawl down the stairs and onto the driveway. She tugs hard on the leash and I try desperately to keep up. Across the street I see Celine, Jenna’s best friend, and my heart sink. I want to run away but I can’t, Jenna is way too strong. I’m terrified because Celine has a reputation for being not just a man eater, but a man hater. I can only imagine what is going to happen.
Jenna leads me to Celine and she can’t believe her eyes. I keep my head down and Jenna tells me to stop being rude and say hello.
“Hello, Celine” I groan and Jenna twists the leash. Why am I hard?
“This is fucking hilarious!” Celine shouts and she takes out her phone and begins taking photos. Jenna poses with me gleefully.
Jenna explains the situation to Celine and I’m not at all surprised to learn that Celine is already aware of my predicament. For some reason this calms me and I begin to want to serve both of them.
Celine says she needs to get the house cleaned up. “Dirty toilets?” Jenna asks, then adds, “that’s his specialty!”
“Oh yes,” Celine smiles, “and so much more.”
When Jenna leads me to the master bedroom I’m confused, but then Celine says that her parents gave her the master bedroom because she’s the master, and both women giggle. Jenna jokingly kisses Celine’s hand and says “only the best for the queen.”
“You shoulda seen me ten minutes ago,” Jenna starts, “I thought I was gonna drown this little bitch!”
I’m sitting on my knees but Jenna says “chair” and snaps her fingers and I immediately assume the position on all fours, and Jenna sits on my back.
“You fucking should have,” Celine says, putting her hair in a ponytail before continuing, “he’s a fucking rapist.” She cocks her head, looking in my eyes. And then, “he needs to be severely punished.”
Celine grabs Jenna‘s hands and helps her up. Then Celine grabs the back of my head and forces my face to the ground. She walks behind me, yanks hard on the leash, and for some reason I say thank you and I know that I’m leaking cum again.
She kicks my legs and makes me spread them, my balls dangle weakly and I can see Jenna smiling evilly.
Celine, like Jenna, is a very cruel woman and an ardent gynarchist and female supremacist. I haven’t seen her in awhile and I’ve never had to endure her wrath.
Jenna places a foot on my face, alternating between light and heavy pressure. I suddenly notice that Celine has put on high heels and she’s moved back behind me, my ass still up, my balls still exposed.
I begin to feel her heel enter my hole and I moan weakly, submissively. Men are sorry, inferior creatures. Jenna presses hard on my face, silencing my pathetic cries. Celine rhythmically pumps her heel in and out of me and I instinctively whisper “thank you, goddess.” And Celine and Jenna both tell me to shut up.
Her heel is so long she hits my prostate, over and over. I’m in ecstasy. Celine quickly pulls her heel out of my tight hole, and Jenna lands one hard stomp to my face before quickly positioning herself behind me.
“Get ready, perv!” Jenna shouts. I know what’s coming. My soft pathetic balls hang limply.
*WHACK* Jenna kicks like a mule and I immediately feel nauseous. The ladies don’t laugh as I writhe on the floor, Celine simply grabs my legs as I lay on my back and stomps hard on my sore testicles, 2 or 3 times.
I suddenly realize a wicked smile on Celine’s face, then I look at Jenna, who is standing above my head now. She’s taking her pants off, I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“You wanted my ass?” Jenna asks, “you’re gonna get it, bitch!”
She kicks her jeans off, and then removes her thong. I finally she Jenna’s pussy. My cock is leaking profusely. she stands above my face, Celine places newspaper under my head. I’m terrified.
Jenna hovers about my face, squatting, and I can smell her asshole, it smells incredible. Leak. leak. “Lick it.” Jenna commands sternly.
I take a minute to lick it, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. For a few seconds I just continue to inhale her scent, I keep leaking cum and Celine notices and mocks me for it. I stick my tongue out, still intoxicated by the smell. Jenna squirms lightly when my tongue touched her hole. It tastes amazing and dirty and I want to clean it for her. I keep lapping at it like a dog drinking water. I am Jenna’s dog. I instinctively try to start jerking off, but Celine stops me and I apologize, I continue worshipping Jenna.
Jenna stands up, I’ve never been happier. Her pussy is directly over my face, and I momentarily imagine making love to her, but then I remember how insignificant I am.
“Is he thirsty?” Celine asks. I keep throbbing. “He better be.” Jenna replies. She’s feeling very fierce because she stomps extremely hard when she walks to the bathroom to grab toilet paper. My stomach drops with excitement.
Celine meanwhile, begins working her heel into my erect cock, torturing my urethra. I let out several unintelligible protests as the pain grows, but Jenna snuffs them out by plopping her gorgeous, clean pussy right on my face. She actually doesn’t mind when I grab her butt with both hands, but hell, I was just licking her asshole.
Jenna lifts herself up slightly, just enough for me to respond “yes goddess.” When she tells me I’m going to swallow every ounce of piss that comes out of her “wonderful pussy”. Celine continues fiddling with my dickhole.
Jenna places her vagina over my mouth, which I open submissively and without dissent. I wait patiently for her nectar. I’m ready, but nervous. She says, “you better swallow it all.” I muffle my acceptance into her luscious pussy. Celine aggressively yanks her heel from my hole and I yelp, and Jenna slaps my head and grabs my hair hard, steadying my head.
Celine stands above my head now, she wants to see the show. Jenna begins to urinate and I struggle desperately to get it down before it spills from my mouth. Celine shouts “drink it bitch!” And I panic. I cough, spilling my goddess’ piss on the newspaper and floor. Jenna stops, they say nothing, they just look at each other in anger. I go soft.
Jenna stands up. I try to apologize,“I’m so sor-“ but Jenna stomps my face hard, bloodying my nose. I say thank you, and then she drags me into the bathroom. She places me on my knees in front of the toilet and opens the lid. She grabs my face hard and spits on it, Celine says, “you fucked up.”
The inside of the toilet looks dirty, like it hasn’t been cleaned in a couple of weeks. I’ve clean Jenna’s toilets with my tongue, but they were much cleaner. My cock instantly stands at attention. For the second time today Jenna forces my head under water. However, the pool smelled much better.
I guess Celine notices my erection, because she comes up from behind and gives me a hard kick to the balls, causing me to gasp in pain and surprise. I inhale the filthy water, Jenna pulls my head out and screams “you’re gonna clean this fucking toilet!” And then she shouts, “got it?”
I’m still gagging on the water but I manage to nod my head and Jenna squeezes my balls and says “good bitch, now do it.”
Jenna places my face into the bowl and I begin licking the stains, still coughing from the water, as well as the taste. Jenna sits on my back, her go to position it seems. I can feel that her pussy is wet and that makes me happy. Celine wraps her arms around Jenna from behind and tells her “you’re such a powerful woman.” and that makes Jenna wetter.
She keeps holding my face in the bowl until finally she pulls it out, looks, and then says “it’s not clean enough, keep licking.” I can also feel the heat from Jenna’s asshole on my back, the taste of it has, unfortunately, faded from my mouth and been replaced with the taste of toilet water and Celine’s shit.
After a few minutes Jenna pulls my head out again, Celine has joined her in sitting on my back. “Looks good, I’m impressed, bitch.” Jenna hisses. The day is still ruined, I’ve annoyed her far too much.
The ladies finally let me up and scold me for spilling Jenna’s piss on the floor earlier, which I secretly enjoy. Celine delivers a few more powerful kicks to my balls, which eventually softens my cock for the day and even being made to kiss Jenna’s ass for the camera doesn’t bring my erection back. I spend the rest of the day cleaning Celine’s house; sometimes with my tongue, sometimes with my toothbrush.
Jenna finally takes me back home, to her house. Celine is sad to see us go but Jenna tells her we’ll be back over soon for some more fun. Jenna gives me “homework”, telling me to study radical feminism and literature about the destruction of the patriarchy, which I happily do. I make Jenna dinner and draw her a bubble bath.
Finally, Jenna lays in bed, wearing these cute booty shorts that drive me crazy. She’s gotten a bit drunk and she looks at me with a predatory look and tells me to kneel by her bedside all night. And absolutely no sleeping. Of course I agree, and as I kneel by her bed, watching my goddess sleep, my erection returns, and I accept m fate as Jenna’s 24/7 bitch.