Theo just relaxed on the bed, lounging naked on top of the covers as I approached. He actually had one of those little tables you put the tray on, so I prepared the food that way. I placed the tray over his torso. He smiled up at me, hands behind his head. "Hand feed me, Darla," he said. He used my name with a certain tone of voice that suggested he thought he was doing me a favor by calling me by my name instead of just bitch.
"Yes, Master," was my docile reply. I gently lifted up the peanut butter toast to his mouth and he nibbled at the edges, letting me slowly but surely feed them like that. His gaze went up to my eyes and then down to my tits and then back up to my eyes as if he couldn't quite decide whether he liked looking at my large breasts or the look of complete defeat in my eyes more.
His hand reached out for my breast in the middle of my hand feeding, just casually groping and molesting it, and I quivered in place, my knees clacking against each other as I strained not to orgasm right then and there. My lips parted and my eyes unfocused as I stared at him. My hands trembled as I offered him his next bite of toast. He grinned and took another chomp. "Isn't this good, Darla? You get to play out all your domestic fantasies."
These aren't my fantasies, they're yours, some small part of me said - but she wasn't in the driver's seat. The part of me that was in control simply smiled. "I just love being used to please you, Master." After all, she knew these weren't her fantasies either. At the same time, she knew that her fantasies didn't matter at all. All that mattered was whatever got Theo's dick hard in that particular moment.
Once he finished with the toast, I reached for the bowl of cereal and he stopped me. "No, Darla, you've given me a boner, and that means it's your job to handle it, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master," was my reply. Without any hesitation I crawled up onto the bed, got in between his thighs, and contemplated his cock for a moment.
There were two simultaneous streams of thought inside of my mind. On the one hand, there was an appreciation for this cock, the cock that had defeated me and laid me low. After all, eroticizing my own defeat still triggered those same pangs of humiliation arousal, whether or not I was doing so from a position of acceptance or resistance. On the other hand, there was in fact the question of how best to please him. The bitch he was training was also being very firmly trained to seek out his pleasure; if she fell behind, she might be demoted.
It wasn't entirely rational to care about being demoted, but it's just sort of the automatic thing that human beings do. If you're told you could lose your current position and fall lower in status, you think, Oh no, I don't want that. It's like how if you're playing a video game, you try not to lose, regardless of whether or not that actually makes you happy.
I decided, after several long seconds, to simply plant a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. If I rode him, the shaking might make it difficult for him to eat, after all. I decided that it was probably better to make this the sort of languid loving blowjob that didn't involve actually sucking cock. I planted my tongue against the base of his cock and then slowly, lovingly ran it all the way up. It was only at that point that I realized that I was going ass-to-mouth and my pussy spasmed in response to the humiliation of it.
For just one singular second, the old me spoke up with my lips. "Theo, your cock is dirty-"
That was as far as she got before Theo simply planted one hand firmly on the back of my head and shoved me right down his cock. I didn't resist. I could have, of course, if only for a moment. But there was no fight left in me. His cock shoved its way straight down my throat as he held me in his pelvis, his fingers firm and insistent. My hand reached down in between my thighs as I began to frantically masturbate to my new condition.
"And who got it dirty, bitch?" Theo asked, his kindness vanishing instantly. "Since you made the mess, it's your job to clean it up. It's not even like I forced you to offer me your ass, you did that on your own. And now you're trying to deny me pleasure because of it?" His voice wasn't angry, just firm, chiding. But that was enough for me to understand that I needed to submit. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I quietly shook my head. "Good. Now be a good girl and clean it all off. Got it, Darla?" I nodded in response to the question and he removed his hand from the back of my head.
I'm not sure if I could have pulled off at that point. Did that count as a command? But I didn't try, either way. I just slurped noisily around his cock, my cheeks hollowing as I ran my tongue all over. I swiveled my body up one way and the other so that I could get more of his dick with my tongue, the flavor of my own asshole polluting it, yet also expressing to me one simple erotic reality: I was unable to resist this.
Theo casually enjoyed his breakfast, watching me choke and slurp on his cock. My tongue was desperately dancing around, while my hand was in between my thighs, desperately frigging myself stupid. As I looked up at him through tear streaked eyes, I actually managed to come.
I still hadn't gotten the taste of my asshole off his cock at that point.
When my orgasm finished, Theo reached down for my hair, tugging me up and off his cock. I just stared at him, stupefied, still masturbating despite the fact that I couldn't come. "Don't forget to breathe, Darla," he told me, his voice sounding genuinely concerned.
Oh right, he didn't know I was Andromeda and didn't need to breathe. He didn't know that he could choke me on his cock for as long as he wanted without worry.
Maybe the me that was playing the role of his bitch wasn't quite as submissive as she acted, because the idea of telling him that I was Andromeda didn't even come to mind.
After I panted for a little bit, he released my hair. He didn't tell me what to do next, he just stared at me expectantly. And, without being told, I leaned down and sucked his talk back into my throat, wetly swallowing around his length. My tongue stretched out along the underside of his dick, teasing at his balls. By that point, I couldn't taste myself on him anymore, luckily. His flavor was the only one lingering in my mouth. I swallowed around his dick, trying to milk him dry, trying to make him come before he finished with his meal, but I didn't manage to.
He put the tray aside, reaching down for my hair again and peeling me up and off his cock once more. Once again I gasped for air, trembling as I brainlessly, pointlessly, fruitlessly masturbated myself senseless. I couldn't come, but my brain wasn't functioning at a high enough level to realize that; it was just desperately humping air as it strained to get an orgasm.
"You look good like that," Theo said. I didn't know what specifically he meant, so I could only stare up at him and wait for him to explain. "Until I tell you otherwise, you aren't allowed to stand on your own two feet. You have to crawl around on the ground." I spasmed in response to his statement, my hips humping at the air again. The new fresh humiliation was too much, yet I still couldn't come. It was like the worst edging session imaginable, and yet also, the sweetest. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" He prompted, and I nodded. It wasn't even that I was trying to agree with him, it was just that I knew he wanted me to nod, so I nodded. That was what a good bitch did, and I wanted to be a good bitch. "Let's go take a bath," he declared, standing up off the bed.
I had to hop off like a dog. Once I was on my hands and knees on the ground next to him, he just casually reached down and patted my head like I really was just a dog, just a bitch. I shuddered softly, still trembling in the leftover arousal from the orgasms that didn't come. My nipples were diamond hard, my pussy was leaking all over, while my thoughts were fogged up by just how long I had spent grinding up against an invisible barrier to my own orgasm.
He guided me over to the bathroom and started to run the bath. I ended up kneeling at his side, hands still on the floor as the bathtub slowly filled up with warm water. "Master, please can I come?" I said, breaking the silence between us.
He smirked. "Do you think you deserve to come?" He asked.
I licked my lips, hesitating to answer. What was I supposed to say? All my thoughts felt like they were working through thick molasses. It didn't matter who was in control at this point, the bitch or the fighter. The problem was that I just couldn't think of what my next line was, what the next thought was supposed to be. My mouth opened and closed, until I finally settled on an answer: "No, Master, I don't deserve to come, but I want to. Can I please?"
He turned towards me, his cock practically slapping me right in the face, and I opened my mouth wide, moving to catch his dick. He stopped me, though, grabbing a tangle in my hair and tugging me away from his cock, keeping me from putting it in my mouth, which would let me get the sweet release I wanted. "Hump my leg, bitch," he ordered.
I whimpered pathetically, but I had no choice but to obey, wrapping my arms around his thighs, pushing my tits into them, and beginning to just grind my needy pussy up against his leg. As I ground against him I wondered for a few seconds if maybe whatever command he'd given me that prevented me from orgasming while masturbating didn't apply to this. After all, I was using his body to masturbate, right? So it wasn't quite the same?
Unfortunately, I quickly became extremely aware that no the command he'd given me did in fact override my ability to orgasm from doing this, which meant even as my throbbing clit ground against his calf, trying desperately to get myself off, nothing happened, and I was left instead pathetically scraping against an orgasm, looking up at him with the most desperate expression I could muster, silently pleading for him to let me come. "Aren't I a good girl, Master? Aren't I a good girl? Please let the good girl come. Please let your good little bitch come."
My voice was pathetically desperate. All it did was make Theo smile, of course, enjoying my need as I was left unable to come. He just reached down and softly patted my head. "There, there, Darla. Good girls let their master edge them for as long as he feels like," he told me.
I whined. It wasn't even a verbal thing. I was straining against an orgasm that wouldn't come, my eyes unfocusing. This was one of the harshest experiences of my life. Yet another instance of the way that he used pleasure and desire and arousal to control me. My body ground against his leg, as I just remained on my knees, quivering, bleeding, desperate. I wasn't even a misogynistic bitch at this point. It wasn't the simulacrum that was in charge. It was just me. Just Darla Nabel. Unable to come and desperately needing and wanting it.
Theo smiled, enjoying my misery. Maybe even he was trying to do something to my head. I couldn't say for sure, but it certainly was doing something to my head. My mouth felt dry as I stared up at him, continuing to pathetically grind away, unable to stop, not even able to think about stopping. I just needed to come. My whining and whimpering became more and more animalistic as my clit continued to grind against his calf.
He spared a glance at the bathtub, which was about half full by that point. How long did that mean I'd been there, kneeling next to him? Five minutes, maybe? I just twitched quietly, whining even louder. I decided to try kissing at his thigh, kissing towards his cock, but once again he grabbed a tangle of my hair and pulled me away, keeping my lips away from his dick, keeping me from orgasming, even as he denied himself pleasure. Making me pathetically beg was better to him than getting a blowjob.
"Please, Theo," I whined, staring at his cock. "Please, please let me put your cock in my mouth. It's all I want right now." It really was. That wasn't a lie or the simulacrum talking. It was me, pure, unadulterated, Darla Nabel, whose brain was currently melting out of her pussy from how badly she needed to come.
"And if that's not what I want?" Theo prompted. "After all, it is important to establish boundaries in our relationship." His voice was shockingly cool. In some sense, it was honestly impressive that he managed to maintain his self control as he held my head away from his cock and his buxom boss ground herself against his leg. Some tiny part of me, I think, admired him for it, even right in that moment.
Most of me, of course, just whined, trapped between what her desperate cunt needed and what she knew Theo wanted to hear. "You should want it. I'm your little obedient bitch, Master. Don't you control me through my needy cunt?" I asked him, hoping that those words were the right ones.
He laughed at me that same dismissive, cruel laugh, his cock pulsing at seeing me debase myself so completely. "To think," he said, "just a few hours ago, you were telling me to get out of your apartment. Now, you're begging for an orgasm? You're begging just to be allowed to suck my cock so that you can come? It's amazing how quickly your brains have melted."
I couldn't exactly argue with that characterization of events. I could only nod in wild-eyed agreement, desperately hoping that going along with whatever he said would get me orgasms. "That's right, Master. My brain is melting. It's melting because you're putting me in my place. You're so smart. So much smarter than me, who's just a dumb bitch that needs to come."
He smirked at that, continuing to enjoy my desperation, but he wasn't going to give in. I didn't realize that at the time, though. I thought maybe if I begged pathetically enough, if I debased myself hard enough, he would finally let my lips connect with that big hard cock of his, and then I would get the sweet release from this endless edging that humping his leg was giving me. He maintained a grip on a tangle of my hair, keeping me from his cock, occasionally looking away from me to monitor the bath. All I could do was get more and more pathetic, more and more desperate in my pleading, knowing that he liked to see me that way, that maybe if I pleased him enough I would be allowed finally to come.
I didn't get to, though, as the bath slowly filled up, no matter how pathetic my pleading, no matter what I called myself, bitch, stupid, cunt, slut, clit-brained, needy. No matter how thoroughly I apologized for misbehaving, or praised him for being smart and strong and putting me in my place. None of it got me anything but his casual derision.
I now realize that to Theo, to have me in that position was even better than sex - obviously, because the alternative was sex, and he continued choosing having me down there, no matter how I acted - but at the time, my horny, fucked up brain wasn't capable of figuring that out. It had come up with the idea that it might be able to orgasm if it pleased Theo enough and it was trying to come up with every single way it could possibly enact that plan.
In the end, it didn't get what it wanted. Not until the bathtub was full, at which point Theo reached over and stopped the faucet. I kept humping his leg the whole time, whimpering, reduced beyond the point of speech as I looked up at him. Tears now clouded my eyes from just how desperate I was to come, and he just smirked at me. "Look at you, Darla. Look at you now. I'm really enjoying having you like this," he said, casually licking his lips. I whimpered even more loudly and pathetically. "You know what, Darla? Maybe I should let you suck my cock." I nodded rapidly, my hair still held in his grip. My tongue stretched out towards his erect cop, trying to lick it. "But first, you are not permitted to orgasm until I release you from this command."
Even in my reduced cognitive capacity, born of desperation, I still had the brain power to realize exactly what he just said. "No, no, no," I begged, wild-eyed, too stupefied to say anything more than that.
"Follow me into the tub," he commanded as he casually clambered into the tub. I humped his leg the whole way up until he finally managed to slip it free of my grasp. I whimpered, hanging over the edge of the top, and then crawled in after him. "You can suck my cock now," he said, casually spreading his legs, his hard on pointing at my face.
It wasn't a command, so it actually took me a couple seconds to decide whether or not to suck his cock. The only consideration in my brain was whether or not it would result in me getting the sweet release of orgasm. On the one hand, I wasn't allowed to come even with his cock in my mouth right now. On the other hand, if I made Theo happy, he was more likely to let me come. That latter concern overrode the first, and I dove forward, slurping his whole cock into my throat, and I held myself down there, nose mashed into his pelvis, the water line slowly but surely consuming my whole face as he lowered his hips the rest of the way into the water. If I had been a normal girl, I would have been drowning, but I wasn't a normal girl, so I could have stayed down there forever, as long as I got to come.
One thing that my addled mind had not considered about the situation is that now that his cock was in my mouth, I had no choice but to start vigorously masturbating, frigging myself positively senseless as I choked myself out on his cock. I couldn't even see his face at this point due to the angle of our bodies, my eyes underwater. I was just stuck there, choking on dick, drowning, masturbating fruitlessly. He let me for maybe half a minute before grabbing my hair and tugging me up and off. "You really love choking yourself unconscious on cock, don't you, bitch?" He prompted me.
I nodded eagerly and enthusiastically. "Yes, Master, I love choking on your cock. Please let me choke on your cock and come, please, please, I'll be a good girl, Master. I won't ever- mmfff!"
I was cut off as he shoved me right back down his dick, this time holding me into his pelvis. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of my throat, while my hand once more was forced to begin frantically and fruitlessly frigging myself, desperately trying to get an orgasm that would never come. I was stuck on the very edge of ecstasy, bliss eternally denied to me, and my brain was bubbling almost as bad as if I actually had been choking and drowning on cock.
Then he peeled me up and off his cock again, looking down at me. He was clearly enjoying this, but I was so desperate that it didn't matter. I just whimpered. "Please, Master, please, please let me come. I'll do anything, I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good bitch. I'll-mmfff!"
Once more I was shut up by having his cock shoved down my throat. Once more I had no choice but to begin frantically masturbating. No orgasms, just an endless, endless edging session.
Theo began to forcibly fuck my face up and down his length, repeatedly penetrating my wet throat with his cock. The water splashed beneath me as I continued to desperately masturbate, while the man himself just casually reclining, enjoying abusing my throat. He was dragging it out on purpose, I could tell, but I couldn't do anything about it. For one thing, I had his cock repeatedly stuffed inside of my throat. For another thing, I had my hand in between my thighs continuously, desperately masturbating, keeping me in a white hot state of near orgasm that I couldn't escape.
He pulled me up and off his cock and then just blew his load all over my face. Heavy thick ropes of spunk splatter across my face, forcing one of my eyes closed on pure instinct. A trail from my eyebrow down to my cheek practically glued my eyes shut. "Keep your face over the waterline," he commanded. "I don't want my cum mixing with the water until I'm done washing."
I whimpered and nodded, looking up at him with my one good eye. I'm sure I looked absolutely pathetic, but apparently I just managed to look pathetic enough that he decided to be a little gentler with me.
"I want you to tell me how you imagine our relationship in ten years' time," he explained. "If you do a good job, then I'll let you come."
It was hard to even come up with an actual answer. I was so buzzed from the near orgasm, the edging making it difficult to think. The part of me in the back of my head shoved in that closet that wanted to escape this knew her answers were absolutely inappropriate for the situation since they involved Theo being dead in ten years' time. The simulacrum of the misogynistic bitch took charge of what of my mental energy was still available to think.
"I'll be your happy little blowjob pet and suck you off every morning while you eat a homemade breakfast that I prepared for you." I was delirious with need, connecting everything I could together into some attempt to please him. "Me and Grace and Penny will all be pregnant with your little bitchlets, happily rubbing our bellies and looking at you with love. I'll finance and pay for everything so you don't have to work anymore and can just spend all day fucking Grace and Penny, who will be your stay-at-home bitches while I earn the money to fund your lavish lifestyle. Penny and I will give you a double titfuck whenever you want, and Grace and I will- will fight with each other to suck your cock. To be the best cocksucker. To debase ourselves the most for you."
"Is that really what you want?" He asked, and I nodded rapidly. "Say it, say that's what you want. Promise me."
"It's what I want, I promise," I said. For a moment it even felt like the truth. "I promise, I want to be your dutiful cocksocket, wallet, bitch, broodmare, blowjob toy, whatever. I'll be one of the richest women in the world and I'll crawl around and kiss your feet. It's what I want. I promise, I promise it's what I want."
"Okay then," Theo said. "Come," he commanded, and my mind whited out with pure bliss.
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