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Jerry
"Fuck…right there. More tongue, you imbecile," she spat as I struggled to please her properly.
"I'm sorry, mistress," I apologized as I struggled to catch my breath.
"Tch…" she held back her disgust and dissatisfaction.
Both my hands were tied behind my back, and I was on my knees. I lifted my eyes. My body pulsed; the position was difficult to hold.
I pulled away from her crotch and continued my kneeling, still trying to catch my breath while hers had already settled down.
She stared at my twitching dick. It wasn't such a bad thing. I was nothing but a toy.
We all were.
Every member of my gender existed to serve her.
That was how she saw things.
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When I first met Tabitha, she was a close friend’s gynecologist. There was just something about Tabitha. It could have been the way she carried herself: her dominative aura. The fact she believed she was made to rule over everyone and everything.
I couldn't precisely list what it was, but that was the summary of my first impression of her. She knew my secret. I worked as a model by day, but at night, I worked at a strip club.
No, I wasn't desperate. I actually made a good income from my modeling and other things. But this club was for dominatives – basically, women who have the urge to control stronger men or any kind of men.
Then, one day, she came. From the looks of things, she had been invited by friends or acquaintances. She didn't look like she wanted to be there. But what worried me was the fact I knew her in real life.
It was anonymous work, so everyone who worked there used a false identity during work hours.
They picked who they wanted and went to their rooms. Unfortunately, I was selected by Tabitha.
She did unimaginable things to me that night. I was barely able to recover.
She convinced me to leave the job and dedicate my life to pleasing her. It didn't sound all that bad. And to be honest, I enjoyed the humiliation most of the time. But her arrogance, pride, and slightly inhumane ways she treated me got under my skin.
I didn't hate her. In fact, I even fell in love with her at one point in time. She wasn't the kind of person I would advise anyone to fall in love with. So, I limited my contact with her. It wasn't so good for me, as I struggled to find other clients who could make me feel what she made me feel.
Tabitha wasn't the kind of person to go around taking different men either. We became friends with benefits at another point in time. It wasn't all that frequent, either. In the span of the three years, I have known her, I can count the number of times she's been intimate with me on both hands.
We are more or less friends only. The only times we came together were when we were both pent up. That wasn't even why I was there to see her. I wish I could have explained that to the guard dog of a giant who stood next to her.
I had planned to see Tabitha and ask her for medical advice for a mutual friend. After lifting and turning her around, I slowly returned her to the ground. The man crossed his arms and looked at me like I was a threat. I had met other men whobelongedto Tabitha.
“Am I late?” I asked, my hands still on her hips. “There was traffic and all.
I wanted to remove my hands, but her eyes told me to stay. I didn’t understand why she refused to let me take off my hands. But when I felt the glare from the man intensify, I understood that she was using me to ignite his rage.
I didn’t even know who he was and was already in trouble.
“You’re not actually late. I just finished my patrol a few minutes ago,” Tabitha replied, occasionally glancing sideways to see his expression. He stood a few feet behind her, and I couldn’t see his face, which posed a big problem. If he saw the playful look on her face, he’d realize that she was only playing with him.
“Can you tell me what exactly it is you’re planning?” I asked in a whisper. I want to get him to admit he’s jealous,” she replied in a whisper of her own.
“Why would you want to do that?” I asked in disbelief “You know you could just…wait, you want to make him jealous?”
I didn’t hear her at first, but I needed clarification. Was she seriously trying to make amanjealous? Tabitha, the flawed misandrist?
