I hated the bitch. She was just the kind of slutty little sororostitute moron who had plagued my col

I hated the bitch. She was just the kind of slutty little sororostitute moron who had plagued my college– and, hell, my high school– years. Pretty, confident, socially gifted– the only thing that pissed me off more than how hard they made my life was how hard they made my dick. My preferred way of dealing with such women was to avoid them like the plague, but Janelle had interned with me for a summer and seemed to realize how much I despised her… and it turned her on.She somehow turned up everywhere I went, teasing and flirting and generally exaggerating her own stupidity and vapidness to obscene degrees. I knew she wasn’t attracted to me– I was chubby, had a scraggly beard, and was still plagued by zits. Clearly she was mocking me and everyone, especially my friends, knew it.It reached a head when she and a trio of her airhead friends showed up at a party hosted by one of my friends. We were all sitting around, drinking, playing Rock Band and what have you when they just strolled in and made themselves at home like they were invited. And, obnoxiously, they were fricking charming, even Her, the bitch, Janelle herself.Not to me, of course. To me she still put on the same simpering dumb blond act she had since I met her, but to everyone else? Apparently, she was a joy to be around.I was so annoyed I didn’t realize when she dropped something in my drink. Or, at least, that’s what she told me later.I woke up in a basement somewhere with her standing over me, not in her usual slutty gangsterd white girl attire, but naked, and holding a riding crop.I was naked too, hands cuffed behind my back, a collar around my neck, and something massive gagging me. And she… was not smiling. In fact, her perfectly made up face was stern and sharp, and filled me with fear.“So, you fat fuck. I’ve finally got you.” I tried to say something around the gag filling my mouth, and now she did smile, hard and angry. “My very own bitch to break, and a party full of people to swear that you went off home by yourself to sleep off a few too many beers.”She set about training me, ordering me to stand, to kneel, to crouch, to move around; and whipping me if I hesitated. She slathered my body with nair– which burned– and removed all my hair, even my beard. Once she had me arranged to her liking, and replying quickly enough, she ordered me to bend over a shitty old couch and she whipped me, telling me all the while what an ugly example of humanity I was– but she would fix me. Within six months she would have me trim and fit and obedient, and fit for a goddess.When she finally stopped and removed the gag from my mouth I was piteously grateful. Sobbing and sore. And she she pulled me in to lick her, a look of exaggerated disgust on her face, I sobbed my thanks and licked her with the desperation of a starving man.And she told me that if I was a good slut and worked hard, one day she would rape my ass until I came, and if I got really good at THAT, she would one day let me fuck someone. And with every word I licked harder and more desperately, until she came again and again.(PS Still not entirely comfortable using a non-sexual image for one of my stories, but… I wrote it awhile ago and had it saved with the pic on my computer. And part of me’s like “well, I already DID it, why not share?” I don’t know.Also, sorry for the non-reblogged stories the last few days. I wrote a couple while I had no internet access from images I had saved, and I don’t know where they originally came from.) -- source link

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