Know Your Geekdom

After a big backer pitched in on this one, it got bumped to front of the line. It was kind of a joke I wanted to run with. The humiliation of a dominatrix coming from a bullying nerd girl who's telling you off about her fandom you don't know. Then I pictured this skinny but sexy girl in glasses and braces and it ran wild from there. Don't bother checking for all the references. Some are made up or wrong on purpose. 

"Geekdom?" Nate asked.

"Geekdom," the clerk answered simply. "For those interested in assorted geekdom." Nate cleared his throat. He wasn't a lonely guy. He had plenty of friends and coworkers he talked to. He just didn't have a lot of confidence around women. It was why he was a regular at the Bedwarmer's Brothel so often in the first place. He was always a polite (if not a little meek) customer who every month or so liked to treat himself to a little extra attention.

"So like... nerdy stuff?"

"Exactly," the clerk nodded. "Sci-fi, anime, trivia, fantasy novels... embarrassing things like that."

"I don't... like, costumes?" He knew about a few cosplay models he followed online that might make some sense. He still wasn't sure what was meant by "geekdom" as a kink entry in the brothel's listing.

"It can be," the well-dressed woman said with a shrug.

"So like, what would she do with me?"

"Talk about obscure references and lesser-known tv shows."

"Yea, but... also sex, right?"

"Yes, that's often a part of it, sir." The woman was being very patient, if not very clear about any of this. It sounded kind of comforting in an odd way.

"You know what? I'm in." Nate passed her his debit card. "I'll try one of your geekdom girls."

The desk worker nodded as she started typing away. "Then you're going to want Lizzy," she said with all confidence. "Not many of our girls are willing to do geekdom, but they say she's the best."

"Sounds cute," Nate said with a shrug. The service was actually one of the cheaper ones, as far as his history in renting out the girls and their rooms. It was worth a shot. Maybe he'd pick up a new fetish. Maybe he'd buy something else with the money leftover. He'd have to wait and see.

Nate went to the requested room, the standard one with a large bed. He finally saw his "geekdom" girl. Lizzy was young compared to the other girls he'd been with. She seemed to be in her early twenties, with long and smooth red hair down to her waist. She had glasses and dark freckles along her nose and cheeks, which shifted around when she smiled at the sight of him. Her teeth still had braces and her front teeth were notably larger than the others, but she wore a lacy corset that hugged tightly to her C-cup tits and high on her thighs. A tight set of black leather thigh-highs squeezed her legs tightly enough that a bit of the soft, pale skin stuck out over the edges. The outfit made the most of her fairly skinny build.

"Man'ui boll, chawata," the redhead greeted as she started to walk towards him. The heels of her boots clopped quietly along the carpeted floor, filling the silence that was Nate's vacant stare. After her clearly didn't know what to say, she scoffed an rolled her greenish blue eyes. "Uh, hello? Star Cruiser 17? Ever heard of it?"

"What?" Nate asked, shaking his head. "Yea, of course I've heard of it. Everyone knows that one."

"Uh huh." Lizzie smirked at him with the most judging look on her face, as if she had just walked in on him masturbating and had all the blackmail she needed for life. "And how many episodes did you see?"

"Like... the first two seasons."

"Ohhh my god," Lizzie laughed, her voice high and just slightly nasally. "I can't believe it. You're a Sendy?! No wonder you still need to pay to get laid if you never even saw them introduce Captain Skinner. He MAKES the show gold by season 4. It's no wonder you can't even speak Galeenan."

"I don't know what you're talking about anymore..." Nate said warily. She was coming at him so aggressively, but attacking the most minute and obscure details. It was embarrassing to be sure, but her nerdy bullying was... oddly exciting.

Lizzie kicked it up another level as she grabbed him by the chin. She pulled him so close he could smell the sour apple-flavored lip gloss she was wearing and count the orange rubber bands on her braces. "I said 'Man'ui boll, chawata." She enunciated the words carefully, curling her lips and tongue delicately just short of his. "It's the language of the blue alien warrior babes from Galeen in season 5. They were so popular that the writers made Ununuka the ship's gunmaster for season 6. Of course a Sendy manlet like you wouldn't know about that," she scoffed. "Now say it with me. Man'ui." Her candy-smelling breath blew in his face as she tall and scrawny girl kept her grip on his face.

"Man... manau?" he tried feebly. Lizzy flashed him a wolfish smile and rested a hand on her on her hip.

"Try again, loser. Don't mess this up."

"Manui?" Nate managed to mimic. She suddenly pulled what looked like a stubby flashlight off the waistband of her corset. She tapped a button and with a few noisy clicks, what looked like a full-fledged sword with extra spikes poking out of the sides popped out of the other end.

"Wrong!" she snapped, stepping just behind Nate and smacking him across the ass with the flat of the blade. Nate jumped in surprise, squeaking as the surprisingly firm swing struck him. "Man'ui! Use your tongue, you fuckin' zezu."

"Eep! I don't even know what THAT is?"

"OMG you are such a loser!" Lizzie cackled highly. She took him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him towards the bed. She was a couple inches shorter than him and skinny as a rail, but he found himself bumbling along after her firm pull. She gave him one last push that left him bent over the bed. "There's only one way to deal with newbs like you. If you're going to earn your Cruise points quick, that's corporal punishment! So consider me your security officer, 'star recruit."

Nate was confused and a little afraid, but damned if his dick wasn't throbbing against the bed. “Wait, is this what ‘geekdomming’ is?” he asked meekly.

“WOWWWW! Talk about the fucking king of newbs!” the freckled dominatrix laughed. “You’re about as hopeless as an F-Zero fan.”

“I guess that’s bad…”

"You're a waste of a pretty face is what that means," she explained Nate felt her sit on his back. For her thin figure, she leaned hard enough that her weight pushed against him pretty firmly. He wasn't sure if he could get out from under her, not that he wanted to. "You're a onenote casual who's lonely enough to watch the shows but won't commit. No wonder you came crawling to an SC17 dork like me. You're a real loser's loser."

"I'm sorry, mistress," Nate muttered meekly, deciding to run with this and see where it was heading.

"Oh that's not gonna cut it." Lizzy turned around and slid her prop sword under his chin. The edge nicked his chin, but the harmless tap at least assured him that he was being threatened with a piece of plastic. "You will call me by my Star Wars OC's title: Jedi Mistress Darth Blightina. Now roll over. And let me hear how it sounds coming out of your casual-ass mouth."

Nate shifted around, careful not to prick himself on any of the sharper looking edges of her plastic toy. "You mean the whole thing?" he asked, but that got him a slap on the ass from his mistress. Lizzy was scrawny enough that it wasn't hard but he certainly heard and felt the sharp whack all the same.

"All of it, you fuckin' cuckster!" she demanded in her high and raised voice. "Now fix that fucking mouth, nerf herder, before I find a better way to use it!"

"Yes! I'm sorry, Darth..." He bit back a snicker.

"Jedi..." she corrected, a menacing hint of temper behind her voice.

"Jedi Mistress Darth Blightina." Spitting out the words to avoid any further punishment was humiliating, but the idea of such a nerdy, scrawny girl dominating him so easily did give him a tingle of excitement.

"Got it in two! Not bad for a groveling normie casual," Liz praised sarcastically. She slapped him on the ass anyway, giggling impishly as she climbed over him and hopped back onto the floor.

"Thank you, Jedi Mistress," Nate blurted out before he could reconsider. She flashed him a toothy grin, her braces glinting in the room's soft lighting.

"So now you know what I want before I say it? What a well-trained little mog. Maybe my naughty newb deserves a little treat after all." She tapped the button to put away her prop sword and raised her leather boot, planting it and her freckled thigh on the bed beside him. "So whip it out, padawan. Let your mistress see if you're packing a dirk, a kris or a halberd."

Nate blushed and hurried to obey, dropping his pants with his degraded erection going strong. He had felt the strange excitement, but seeing the arousal firsthand still felt surprising. "Well it's no Arrakis sand worm," she mused judgingly. "But it'll do. At least some part of you learned how to live long and prosper. But..." Liz straddled his lap, pressing her strong little hips into him as her bony legs wrapped around his hips. "If you're already vulcan, does that phaser of yours know how to hangon?"

Nate swallowed but his mouth got the best of him. "Uh... did you mean klingon?"

"Pfff! Nerd check!" Liz cackled as she palmed his face and shoved him onto his back. "Trust your sensei, loser, and sit back while I ride you like my own personal Battle Cat. Did you want it dewback or tauntaun style?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Ooh, good catch~!" Lizzie praised, sounding genuinely impressed with him for once. After all her confusing teasing, it gave Nate a little rush of warmth to hear her positive reaction. She ran her fingers under his chin, giving him goosebumps as she started to grind her leather-clad crotch on his lap. She puckered her lips around her braces. "You feeling ready to sheathe that master sword, you dirty little hentai?" Nate nodded rapidly and she slid aside the crotch of her corset. "Then roll for initiative bitch, because it's go time."

Lizzy bared and mounted his cock, but she immediately grunted as she bit her lip with her braced teeth. She halted in mid-thrust with his barely halfway into her.

"Are you okay?" Nate asked carefully.

"Yes! Shut up," Liz hissed under her breath. "It's your big dumb jock dick. Trying to bully me as payback, you fuckin' freakazoid?"

"No..." Nate denied humbly, though he blushed at the annoyed flattery. Her freckled thighs shifted as she tried to center herself on his shaft. She gave another short push with a small wheeze as her eyes rolled back, stopping to fix her glasses from the second abrupt stop. She was definitely a snug fit and he could feel her vaginal walls clenching against him. With a final high squeak she pushed her hips down on top of his cock, fully mounting him as her mouth hung open. He could smell something sweet on her breath and see the light gleam off her braces as she breathed so heavy that her glasses started to steam up.

"Jeez, my dude... you sure you're not one of those bronies when you're packing a horse cock like that?" Liz panted as she leaned against his chest, her modest boobs puffing up slightly beneath her corset. He certainly didn't think he was that big, but the strange compliment made him pulse inside her. Liz started to grind on him slowly, letting out a soft and satisfied "Nyaaa~!" as she felt the echoes of his throbbing shaft. He could almost see the cat emoji in her words.

"That's a good newbie," she cooed in a distant voice, bracing her hands next to his head on the bed sheets. "Way to git good, scrub. That's the good shit..." Nate started to slowly pump himself inside her, loving the tight fit and the geeky dominatrix's nasally breathing. He suddenly felt her fingers grab onto his hair and give a short, painful tug. "Harder, you little Genji-maining bitch. I'm not here for fucking Easy mode. I wanted Dante Must Die!" She ran her nails down Nate's chest until that combined with the hair pulling spurred him on. His hips bucked hard enough to lift the stationary nerdy girl off the bed, making her gasp as her mouth fell open. "Excelsior! There you go! You just went from Robin to Nightwing in there, didn't you?! That's it, Big Guy and Rusty!" she purred as she arched her hips, sliding her red hair past his face and releasing his head to fix her glasses. Her hips only rubbed back and forth gently, making him do all the work like he was the geekdom's more popular pet. He could still hear the dull, fleshy sucking sound as he stuffed her warm pussy that was becoming sopping wet as she went on degrading him.

"That's it. Keep pounding like a good grox. Smash my Like button just like that! Smash it like a Ganondorf player! Give it to me harder than a Dark Souls boss, sempai! I..." Liz arched her back and gasped, thrusting out her small chest. Nate instinctively reached for her breasts but she grabbed his wrist and shoved it back to the bed. "I'm gonna..." she went on, writhing dramatically. "I'm gonna level up! I... I... IIIIIIIII AM GROOOOOT!" she wailed as her whole body shook like wild. Her tongue lolled out as her eyes rolled back, raising her hands into a double peace sign as she came with an unmistakable ahegao impression.  Seeing the ridiculous dirty talk coming out of the slim but strangely sexy geek as she used his cock for her pleasure only left Nate's cock throbbing inside her as she came on top of him. She licked her lips and braces held onto him as she rode out her orgasm, sliding her hard clit against the tip of his cock. The tight fit and the subtle flicking against his dick's head made him spurt a heavy mess of cum inside her, oozing down her thigh as she slowly slid off. Despite her tight fit initially, she got off him rather easily. Almost as if she had been faking her meek start to their actual coitus.

"Phew! You sure won that Splatfest. GG bro," Liz complimented as she brushed some of her hair from her face and adjusted her glasses. "Thanks for not making a mess with your weaksauce. Definitely adding you to my friends list."

"Okay... that was fucked up," Nate admitted as he laid dumbfounded and cum drunk on his back. Liz just laughed until she snorted.

"Heck yea it was! You just came in a girl who called you a nerf herder. And a Genji main. Sorry if that went too far."

"I have no clue what half of that was or why it was so horny."

"It's called a whyboner, my dude. Chillax. Happens to everyone." Liz sat at the foot of the bed next to him, casually adjusting her clothes. "We all cum to some weird shit we don't understand. This is just admitting it. And loving it." In a weird way, Nate guessed he had to respect that. Turning her passion itself into a fetish was... interesting.

"So, uh..."

"So you paid up front already. I can call it in if you want to go longer or try something else or get another girl, but you're free to leave and regret everything whenever you want." Liz went to a nearby dresser, bending over to stick out her soft little ass as she applied some sour apple chapstick.

"Okay. Thanks. But uh... how often are you here? Doing... this?"

Liz raised an eyebrow and smirked over at him. "Monday through Wednesday. Thursday I do vanilla normie shit. I like my weekends for gaming and watching my stories, plus Operation Z.O.M.B.I.E. is on Sunday nights. If it's slow here, I just stream on Twitch and shit-talk the donors."

"So... I can visit whenever?"

"Sure can, volinar."

"Star Cruiser 17?"

"Highest term of endearment for a male on Galeen," Liz confirmed.

"Hey! I get that reference!"

"Nice meme, my dude. Now get out before you start being so much fun I keep charging you."