Preemie's Peril: Chapter 1

As the sunlight bled through the curtains, I tossed and turned in my bed, wrapping the covers around my head to keep the light from hitting my face. I think I had slept for a good ten hours at that point, but I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep… after all, my dreams were the only place I had a sliver of hope to be anything more than I was. To be a real man, who women adored… or atleast didn’t feel to humiliate.

It’d been months since I’d gone outside. Since my last… incident, I just couldn’t take it. Not that it helped much since it was mostly on the internet where everyone knew my name… after some false scares, seeing YouTube thumbnails and thinking for sure I was seeing myself in them, I swore off that as well. My contact with the outside world has been extremely minimal… I get food delivered once a day and, that’s basically it. Even then, I refused to look at whoever they sent.

I just... never wanted to see another pair of eyes looking my way again. I didn’t want mockery or judgment or even pity… I just wanted it all to disappear, I just wanted the whole world to go away. I wanted the embarrassment to leave me, I wanted to somehow erase it all… but I knew it didn’t really matter what I saw from anyone else. I was ashamed of myself, and that was all there was to it…

It’s funny. I used to read about stories similar to mine. Fiction, of course… I just started stumbling on them one day. Fetishy bullshit with men getting absolutely obliterated physically and sexually by super sexy, far superior women. It was a good laugh, I thought. Unrealistic, to be sure, fantastical scenarios that would never really play out that way in reality. Even if a girl did beat a guy in a fight, it would never be to the dominant lengths they go to in those silly stories…

I’ve read about plenty of men getting destroyed… but it’s sorta rare that you see the aftermath. The guys who have to struggle to recover, even after the women who did it to them have long since moved on and have likely taken to doing the same to other hapless victims. The stories tend to end with the decisive defeat… they don’t often dwell on the aftermath much. 

Where do you go next in life, after the life you’ve built for yourself has been irrevocably ruined? That’s a question I’ve been trying to find an answer to…

Ugh. Okay. For whatever reason, I’m opening up to you, and I’ve said this much… I might as well let you know the details, though I have a sickening feeling you may have already heard about it. 

This all started a little over a year and a half ago. April of 2017… damn, a lot’s changed since then. It feels ridiculous to say this now, but at the time, I thought myself a fighter. As in, a cage fighter… or atleast, I felt I’d make for one. I’d taken a handful of Taekwondo classes and suddenly I thought I was dangerous. I couldn’t have been more of an idiot. I was always insecure, in truth, just desperate to find a way to hide it. So I thought I’d put forth like I was some badass. I wouldn’t have to feel weak anymore and girls would just flock to me… yeah. It, didn’t work out that way.

I sought to fight in an MMA-style environment, for whatever reason. The above-board commissions all refused of course, because of how woefully underprepared I was. They were looking out for me, but I took it as a huge affront against my fragile ego and continued my search until I somehow stumbled onto an organization seedy enough to put someone like me in a cage. 

It was an underground fighting league, very hush-hush as it regards to attendance, since none of it was submitted to regulation. The promotion was called UFG, which stood for Ultimate Fighting Girls. As the name suggests, it’s based primarily around women as their stars, but they liked to bring in guys, usually weaklings, so their girls could beat them senseless and humiliate them in front of a roaring crowd. To this day I didn’t know what was going through my head, why did none of it shoot up any red flags for me?

I should’ve known what was coming when I first went to orientation. I met one of the fighters there, Selene… she was the most beautiful, shapeliest woman I’d ever met, with tits that could knock you down if she turned around too fast and an ass that had to be seen to be believed. She immediately started flirting with me, much to my shock… after awkwardly fumbling my way through a conversation with her for a few minutes, trying not to get distracted by her wildly revealing outfit, she turned around and waved her ass at me.

I was hard immediately, and she just giggled… I froze, which allowed her to buttbump my crotch a couple times. Gently, teasingly… and it was way too much for me. I came in my pants, right there… and she definitely noticed, barely stifling a mocking laugh. 

Trying to put it behind me, I showed up the next day to scope out the arena. I went into the girl’s locker room, assuring myself that I’d be able to bounce back from it and be a huge hit with the unbelievably gorgeous and voluptuous roster they’d assembled. What I got instead was a chorus of jeers and laughter, as I found that Selene had told every last one of them about our embarrassing meeting. Before I could do anything I had a litany of mocking nicknames hurled at me, one in particular that stuck being Hair Trigger, as though my dick could go off at the slightest provocation. And then, they began to chant it…

“Hair Trigger! Hair Trigger!”

To this day, it echoes in my mind… I was humiliated, and incensed. Trying to muster up some masculinity, I challenged Selene to meet me in the cage. She accepted my challenge, then turned around and bent over… I almost came again before I rushed out of there. 

I truly wish I hadn’t made that challenge… I wish I had never even heard of the UFG. When Selene and I met in that octagon, it was an absolute beating… I couldn’t lay a hand on her. She beat me… using nothing but her ass! She just, shoved it so powerfully into me, time and again, and it hurt! In front of thousands of people, she dominated me with her enormous backside… and when she was done destroying me, she drove her booty into my crotch and caressed and worked my genitals, squeezing them with her cheeks through her muscle control… 

I came three times in less than a minute, and the whole damn crowd knew it. She even got them chanting along too… “Hair Trigger! Hair Trigger!”

There was a knock on my door. I ignored it. Some solicitor, no doubt… or maybe someone who’d seen the viral video and had come to haze me. I’d gotten enough of those for one lifetime. I just sunk back into my own tormenting thoughts...

The beatdown in the ring… it scarred me, to say the least. I spent quite a while hermited away, similar to what I’m doing now, though not with quite the same level of fear. But I did have one saving grace, and that’s the obscurity of the event itself. Most of the people who were in attendance had come from far and wide to see it, and all were told never to bring it up in public. That meant the odds of me being spotted or railed on for it were quite low.

That thought is the only thing that allowed me to gradually gain the courage to get back out there. With the new year, I thought, could come new confidence, a new lifestyle, a new me… what a fool I was. Now, as we head into 2019, I know better, but I had hope back then. And so in January of 2018 I finally went out, to a nearby nightclub to… not even hook up, honestly, just talk to women again. Become a social creature for a night.

For a time, it was a fairly regular time of rejection and harsh strike-outs, but that was actually welcome to me. Anything was a step up from what happened with the last girl I’d interacted with, after all. And then… and… then…

I still… don’t understand why it happened, why fate would be so cruel. Why, on the one night that I decided to leave home, would I run across those five women… a group of friends, seemingly just out on the town for a stereotypical girl’s night out, all seemed to become strangely enamored with me. It was awkward, but certainly refreshing and, dare I say, an ego boost… for a while. 

But soon, they let me know their true agenda. They trapped me on the dance floor… I was having so much fun, the guys were actually jealous of me as the whole scene watched. But then… four of the girls kept me in place whilst the other twerked against my junk… 

Within twenty seconds, I came in my pants again, and everyone there saw it and laughed. And that was only the beginning…

It turned out, they were all big fans of Selene and had seen my destruction and humiliation firsthand… and they found it hilarious, so much so that they wanted to recreate it. I was overpowered, dragged to a VIP room where they took turns dominating me in their own way. I lost an arm wrestling contest to by far the strongest of them… and, then, by far the weakest of them… and as a result I had to strip, allowing them to mock my lacking size as well as my premature problem.

They just wouldn’t stop needling me as they took turns draining me, making a game out of seeing who could make me cum the fastest, actively timing it… they got to four seconds as a record before they stopped keeping track. I swear, this was never really a problem for me until I met Selene. She was too much for me… and after that, my psyche was shot, it ruined my manhood, the issue just got worse and worse with time…

They finished by making me cum rapidfire as many times as they could, laughing that I was not only a hair trigger, but a machine gun… except that nickname made my cock sound too large and powerful. So they settled on ‘Minigun’ instead, same premise but much less imposing… and thus a new chant haunted me. 

But the worst part of it all was that the whole time, it was being filmed… and then, true to their word, they posted it on the damn internet and it went viral! I didn’t even think that happened with porn, but every outlet that allowed it to be seen apparently blew up with it! Suddenly my little dick and it’s performance issues were infamous...

So… yeah. I don’t go out much, or rather, at all, anymore. Outside, I heard the knocking persist, becoming more forceful. I turned and yelled out, “GO AWAY!” as loudly as I could, hoping it would reach whoever was at the door. I truly didn’t care, I just didn’t wanna see anybody anymore… no matter what happened, it could only bring me more pain… atleast, that’s how I felt…

One of my last contacts with the outside world was my buddy, Chief. He was a childhood friend, and he was the guy who inspired me to give martial arts a shot… he was always so tough, and a natural at any sport he tried his hand at, especially the combat sports. He had broken into MMA and even became a champion with Bellator. He was headstrong and aggressive, but also fiercely loyal, sticking with me through thick and thin. He was practically the only one I felt comfortable confiding in…

That June, he sent me a message. He had run into Selene herself, the woman who started all of my woes, and let me know that he had setup a private fight with her, to try and get retribution for me, a battle for my lost honor.

I was petrified. I begged and pleaded for him to reconsider, I didn’t want him to suffer the same fate that I had. But he wasn’t hearing me… he insisted that she was owed a humbling of her own and he was intent on giving it to her. He told me when he was off to face her…

That was the last message I’ve ever received from him. I know he’s still alive from reports, but he never answered me again after that. I can only assume he was beaten and humiliated so badly, that he couldn’t bare to tell me how much he had failed at avenging me. I know that soon after his career hit a huge nosedive and at the time of writing this - December of 2018 - he's not only lost his title but is basically out of the game entirely, as if the strength and will to fight has been drained out of him. 

Whatever the case, I had lost my friend and inspiration to her now as well. All because of her glorious ass… no. All because of my dick… my stupid, tiny cock that cums comically quickly, to the point of having no hope of ever satisfying anyone. I hated it so much… I hated myself so much…

A loud clattering from downstairs jolted me out of bed. Something heavy had fallen… I stood up and grabbed a nearby bat before heading down cautiously, in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. There was no doubting that someone had just broken into my house, so I wasn’t trying to take any chances. In hindsight, I can’t believe I didn’t dial 9-1-1 before anything else… but I was panicking and didn’t know how much time I’d get to do anything about it.

My jaw dropped when I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw the scene. My door was off it’s hinges, on the floor… kicked down, from my understanding. Kicked down by the woman who was lounging casually on my couch, a woman I’d never seen before…

And my God, what a woman she was. I’ve pretty much exclusively had memorable run-ins with total knockouts in the past two years, and she was no exception… in fact, she might’ve been more strikingly sexy than any of them.

Her lengthy, dark brown hair was tied into a ponytail that went past her shoulders, her brown eyes were bizarrely piercing… her lengthy legs and round, thick hips were fully bared, aside from her wicked knee-high leather boots with sharp high heels, I swear to you, seemed to be about six inches long… her breasts were magnificent, huge and supple and only half-covered by her unreal outfit. What she wore made this all the more surreal…

I know it sounds ridiculous, but… well, she was dressed like a dominatrix! For real! She had on shiny leather gear, covering from her crotch up to her torso, stopping just high enough to barely hide her nipples. She even had lengthy leather gloves to match...

“Wh-what the hell?!” I asked, raising my bat up high. “Hey, whoever you are… g-get out of my house!”

She glanced at me, showing no hint of fear or apprehension. In fact, she shot me a knowing smile as she rose up off the couch. Reaching down, she grabbed something off the couch… it took me a moment to register the coiled weapon… she had a damn whip with her! She was seriously a damn dominatrix!

I was furious and of course aroused. I hadn’t seen a woman in nearly a year, and I was never good at handling myself around them to begin with. And now, completely out of the blue, a woman like this appears in my living room… my dick was certainly stirring. But still, I was pissed first, and horny second. I didn’t wanna see anyone under any circumstance, let alone a break-in!

“I’m warning you! Don’t… don’t make me hurt you!” I threatened, slowly approaching her with the bat at the ready, trying to mentally prepare myself to take her head off if forced to. “I don’t want any trouble…!”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad.” she replied. My God, her voice… her deep, velvety voice... it sent sparks down my spine, it was the very definition of seductive. “...Because y’see… I’m afraid trouble has found you.”

She reared back and lashed out faster than I could react… the thick end of the whip cracked stingingly against my wrist, causing me to drop the bat and recoil in seething pain. She proceeded to lash it out again… this time, tricking it out so that the whip wrapped around my ankles. With a quick yank, she had tripped me right to the floor, hitting solidly against the hardwood. 

Slowly, she approached, her hips sashaying lithely as she stepped towards me, her heels clacking loudly against the floor. Squirming, I rolled onto my front and desperately tried to crawl away, but my legs were still bound by her coiled whip, limiting my mobility heavily. I don’t even know where I was trying to go… I was basically blindly heading towards the stairs, and there was no way I was getting up there in any hurry.

With a stomp, her wicked heel came down on my back, pinning me painfully to the floor. I groaned and struggled, but remained unable to even so much as crawl anymore. I looked up, terror in my eyes as she glared down icily at me. 

“Wh-what the hell do you want from me?!” I shrieked. 

She chuckled coldly as she replied, “...I want you to cum for me.”

The terror that struck me in that moment was indescribable, even as my twitching erection attempted to push my lower body off the floor. I pretty much lived in a perpetual state of flashbacks to humiliation, but they were coming in droves now… I could almost see the crowd surrounding me, their chants mixed with the jeers of the bar patrons, and a million imagined online comments flooding into my senses.

“Nonononononono...” I pleaded, squirming under her foot. “P-Please… please, just leave me alone…!”

“Mmmmmm, poor baby… you truly think you don’t want it...” she cooed, her sharp heel grinding further into my back. “So far in denial… hmhmhm. But don’t worry… I’m here to save you. To save you from all your misconceptions… I’m here to teach you what you truly are.”

She stepped off of me and I scrambled to my feet. I tried to sidestep away from her, but she matched me… her eyes staring through my soul, her breasts jiggling as though they were struggling to be freed from the restrained confines of her skintight outfit.

“D-Dammit, get away from me!” I yelled, trying to push past her, a hand on her shoulder. But she didn’t budge, instead pushing back, a shove to the chest that had me staggering all the way to the wall. Of course, she was stronger than me… why wouldn’t she be?

This mysterious dominatrix strode up to me, before I could rush away, a forearm to the chest pinning me to the wall of my own home. She licked her lips as she smiled at me, and my cock lurched in rockhard terror… just before she turned around. 

I couldn’t help but look… and I was stunned at what I saw. It seemed as though she had cut off the bottom of the backend of her outfit, a perfect oval opening to show off her amazing backside… and she wasn’t wearing any panties! Her enormous, soft, supple, smooth ass rippled and swayed with her slight motion, completely bare for me to see! An instinctive moan escaped my lips from the stimulation of the sheer sight…

And then, she pushed it back into my groin. As the lusciousness enveloped my manhood, protected only by the thinnest of fabrics, I groaned in pure pleasure as images of Selene and Vivian and the group milking that capped off her plot invaded my consciousness. “N-Nooooo… nnnggggGGGGHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!” I howled as, unsurprisingly… I came in my boxers.

I was howling my ecstasy, even as tears streamed down my face from the resurfacing humiliation, like an old wound that just refused to close. The woman meanwhile moaned contentedly as she wiggled her bountiful backside against my lacking manhood…

“Mmmm, yes… ohhh yes, you’re the one alright… you’re him.” she purred to herself. “I’m so glad I finally found you...”

“Wh-whyyy…?” I croaked.

“Ohhh don’t pretend you don’t love it… your brain may not want it, but your cock sure does~” she replied, looking back at me with a prideful smile.

She seemed to be enjoying the sensation as she no doubt felt the wetspot of my shorts against her bare ass. It was like she was in her own little world as she slowly stepped away, taking a deep breath as she seemed to be fondling her own tits and gasping.

Breathing heavy already, I turned and ran as best I could, towards the opening that was once my front door. My equilibrium was a bit off from the power of my orgasm, my first in a long time… I think my dick was actually still twitching as I rushed away. She just chuckled at the sight as she made a beeline after me.

I was never a tremendous athlete, and ever since Selene took it to me, I’d been declining physically ever since. So as humbling as it was, it wasn’t too shocking that she was able to outrun me in such a short burst, even with her spiked heel boots on. “You’re not getting away, little man!” she called out, as she sent her striding instep up between my legs, booting me right in the balls.

I think, even compared to most, my nuts were particularly fragile and sensitive… for a moment I actually saw my life flash before my eyes as she kicked me so very hard in the nuts, I was down on my knees before I even realized I was falling. As the pain set in and I screamed, crying all the harder, the woman had strode up in front of me. A front stomp to my bared chest put me on the ground. 

“Don’t worry...” she repeated, as she knelt down and held my head up. “You’re going to learn, today. You’re finally going to learn...”

I was utterly helpless as she wrapped her legs around my head, her thicc thighs pushing in against my cheeks and ears as she grinded her crotch up against my mouth and nose. She turned over on the floor, so I was on my front and her on her back, letting her further coil her powerful, defined legs tightly around me.

None of my struggling did a thing to loosen her vicegrip of a leglock. And I couldn’t breathe, smothered by her groin, which I could tell was becoming progressively wet with lust… I kicked and screamed and all it did was earn a moan from her as she clearly enjoyed the vibrations. My air was dwindling…

I’m positive she could’ve taken me out any way she wanted to. She chose to choke me out with her pussy, the most demeaning thing she could think of. And just to add a bit more insult to injury, as the milky thighs and tight womanhood grinded against me, I came again just before blacking out…

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Hours later…

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Her pussy truly put me out for a while… I finally awoke that night, totally naked now, in a room I’d never seen before. I was standing up, somehow, and I heard vaguely familiar voices, but everything was such a haze that it came to me slowly…

“Mmmmmm, yummy~” was the first thing I could make out, as my vision was coming to me. I tried to move and found that I was now shackled to the wall… so that’s how I was staying upright. Before me, the dominatrix was lying there on the floor with a couple of cushions, her awesome backside facing me… and in front of her, tauntingly in my vision, was a video. 

That video…

Horror crept into my very soul as after nearly a year of trying to avoid it, I finally laid eyes on it. On the shaky cam, there was the faux-goth Vivian sitting on my balls, and there was l’il librarian Mandy, sucking my limp cock after it’d been so thoroughly drained that even this wasn’t enough to do anything for it. She spat it out, looking dejected. “Awww… the little guy’s tired. I guess our fun is over...”

“Oh yeah…? I’m not so sure…” was Vivian’s response as she ground her ass deeper into my limp dick. “Let’s gang up and test that!”

The two of them, along with the busty blonde Amber, the muscular amazon Gabi and the big-assed Cass all converged around my manhood and thrust their nude asses directly onto my cock, sandwiching it hopelessly as it sprang to life against all odds and of course came to a huge geyser of cum. It was horrifically shameful to finally see the footage, and even more so that my exposed member was rising again from seeing it…

“N-No… stop...” I murmured weakly, my attempt at a shout.

My kidnapper turned, surprised. “Ahhh, so you’re finally awake! Hmhmhm, I was beginning to worry that I’d killed you with my womanhood… it’d have been a rather fitting death for you, don’t you think?”

“Who… are you…?” I asked, as she stood before me.

“You’re never gonna believe this, but my name is Domina.” she replied, tugging her whip taut between her hands. “And you… well… let’s be honest. Your name doesn’t matter. You barely qualify to even have one...”

“Why… why are you doing this to me…?” I groaned, my head bowed. “You’ve obviously seen what happened, why do I deserve yet more torment…?”

“Ohhhhh I’ve done more than see it. I’ve watched it a thousand times… maybe more.” she answered, truly freaking me out. “I’ve memorized your face… it’s how I found you. I was even able to memorize the size of your dick just from staring… 2.1 inches erect. I measured it while you were out to confirm, so happy I was right~”

This was becoming all the more disturbing on a lot of levels for me, and I just couldn’t contain my tears at the distraught. “...You think this is funny, don’t you? You think it’s funny to see me suffer?!”

“Ohhh I think it’s so much more than funny, darling.” she sighed, her hand creeping up her outfit so as to blatantly finger herself in front of me. “...I think it’s the single most sensational thing I’ve ever seen. Mmmmm, you suffer so beautifully… moreso than any man I’ve ever known… I’ve been a dom for practically my whole life, getting off only at the expense of some hapless male. But I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you, at the peak of your shame and emasculation… and I knew, there was only one thing I could do to top my ecstasy. And that was to dominate you myself, first-hand...”

“Y-You’re sick…!” I shrieked as she approached me, a hand to my face.

“Oh honey, honeyyyy… you’re sick too.” she replied, again brandishing her whip. “You just don’t realize it… not yet. But you’re about to.”

“Please, no…!” I sulked as she reared her whip back. I couldn’t believe it was really happening… the crazy bitch lashed out again and again, her whip cracking painfully across my torso, once, twice, three times, four times, a fifth!

I was left with welts and panting, out of breath from screaming in pain as she leaned in and gave me a kiss… first a gentle one to the cheek and then to the lips, where she progressively pushed her tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately, moaning all the while. “Mmmm, you love it, don’t you…?”

“NO!” I cried out. 

“Mmm, but he doesn’t seem to mind...” she noted, bending over and poking my still erect penis, threatening to give me another ejaculation in the process. “Do you, little guy…? Surely if you hated the pain so much, it’d cause your arousal to dwindle… but no, you’re rock hard. Or, well, as hard as you get, anyway… hmhm, tell me, why is that…?”

“I… I don’t know...” I wept. “I can’t control that...”

“No… just as you can’t control what you like.” she smiled, mockingly flicking my member, earning a high-pitched little yelp from me. Staring into my eyes, she cooed, “Your cock reveals the truth you refuse to accept. You… are a natural born sub. More than any other man I’ve ever seen. But you have this image of masculinity branded onto your brain that tells you it’d be unmanly and embarrassing to be beaten, dominated and mocked by a woman. So you hate it, even though your itty bitty little prick loves it so very, very much...”

“You don’t… know what you’re talking about...” I whimpered. “I don’t know why my dick is like this, but I have never even thought about… about subbing! I-It’s not me… it isn’t who I am, and it never will be!”

“Mmmmm… why don’t we let HIM tell us what the facts are…?” she asked, before pulling out… an icepack?

I thought from her words she was about to ice down my member, which I might not have minded so much all things considered. But instead, she put them up against my chest, letting it rub against my nipples. I gasped from the stinging cold… it wasn’t long until my nipples were erect, and mesmerizingly sensitive. 

Domina tossed the ice pack aside, and groped my nipples, each hand using her thumb, pointer and middle fingers. I could feel her long black nails pinching my fragile nipples… and then, it finally hit me what she was about to do. “N-No… no, don’t!”

She squeezed, her sharp nails digging in mercilessly. It was a fresh new pain for me, and a searing one at that. My whole body shook as I cried out in agony, my shrieks embarrassingly high pitched.

“Talk to me, you pathetic pencildick...” she hissed, looking right at my flailing member, and even taking the time to spit on it. “Tell me how you feel, you worthless, short little worm! TALK TO ME!”

Domina continued berating me and howled with effort as she viciously twisted my nipples. My screams reached a new stratosphere as my entire body buckled and recoiled and… and it felt amazing. I didn’t want to admit it to myself and certainly not to her but, something stirred in me and… and…

From merely her torturing my nipples, I came… I came all over the floor, panting and gasping in shock and horror. The dominatrix’s smile couldn’t have possibly been any wider as she watched my dick erupt. Her eyes slowly drifted back to me. “...Well, I do believe the little man has spoken.”

“I… I… wh-what…?” I asked, aghast. It was one thing for girls to make me cum with their asses and titties and just grinding against my manhood, but this was something else entirely, a whole new beast. 

Was there… really something to what she was saying? I can’t deny she made me cum through nothing but pain, not when my dick was rapidly softening from a powerful orgasm after a few seconds of nipple twisting.

I was lost in thought, so much that I barely noticed her grabbing my shoulders. With no warning, a fierce feminine grunt, she powered her knee into my bared testicles, earning another blood-curdling scream of pain. I had punched in the nuts by an enraged body building chick and yet, never had I been hit in the groin with that much power and venom, she looked to truly send them up into my throat as her rock-solid kneecap blasted my soft, tiny nuts.

As I continued to howl, unable to even ask ‘why’, she took her long sharp nails to me, slashing painfully down my chest. And then, she went to slapping me silly, her open palm brutally crashing into each of my cheeks as she waved it back and forth, wildly rocking my head from side to side with shocking power.

This went on for a bizarrely lengthy stretch until she ceased and pointed at my genitals, her proud smirk returning. To my shock, I looked down and saw my cock, having again risen during her onslaught. 

“Don’t you see…? Don’t you see that no matter what you may think, on the inside… you love this?” she asked, before giving me another swift kiss. “...You love pain. You love humiliation… you just need to embrace that. Imagine how much happier you’d be now if, instead of running away from it, you just let yourself enjoy it when Selene was beating you? If you just let yourself go and get lost in the lust instead of resisting what those women were putting you through… wouldn’t that have been such a sweeter experience…?”

There was truth to that. My life would be a hell of a lot easier if I had a fetish. But… I didn’t, right? That just… wasn’t me. It wasn’t supposed to be me… I never… I never thought it was me…

She knelt down before me, eye-level with my member. “Tell me, don’t YOU think he’d better off…? What do you think, little guy?”

Domina giggled at the twitching my erect cock. “Oh me oh my… I think he even likes being insulted! And I know you certainly don’t! But what about you…? Am I right, teenie weenie? Ah…? Do you like being a pathetic little prick, attached to a born premie…? Do you like being a hair trigger, a minigun…? Hm?”

My face was beet red, unable to cope with my poor manhood taking such a tonguelashing, my already obliterated ego somehow taking another hit. But to my bewilderment, my dick continued to twitch and quiver, as she did little more than mock it. I even felt a little tickle… what the hell was going on?!

She grabbed me by the hips and got in close, letting me feel her warm breath against my penis as she berated it. “You do like it! You worthless little twig! You useless little parody of a penis… you trashy little punchline of a prick! Way too damn small to satisfy any woman, even if it did somehow get inside one before cumming all over her! SHORT! SKINNY! PATHETIC! FUCKING-”

I can’t explain this. I can’t even begin to tell you why, amongst all this taunting… I came yet again, over her beautiful face. As I moaned with inexplicable ecstasy, Domina opened wide, catching as much of my cum in her mouth as she could manage. 

She stood up, looking deep into my eyes with a longing… as though she were madly in love with me. I’d… never seen a woman look at me like that before. Such a passion within her… in contrast to the icy daggers she stared at me in the moment, there was an odd quality...  a loving warmth in those kind eyes.

Domina proceeded to spit my own cum into my face and deliver a solid uppercut to my stomach that knocked the wind right out of me. Fair to say, I was an absolute mess as I hung there by my shackles, my body devastated, my cock withering and drained, and my mind in a bigger haze than ever.

“You don’t have to admit it now...” she noted, as she took up a towel and wiped off her mouth. “...but after a little time living with me, I think you’ll understand. Your place… your place is beneath me, and it always has been. Until then… get comfortable in chains, lover.”

She turned around, again letting me watch her ass as it rippled and bounced with her every step as she left me to stew in everything that’d just transpired. 

My life had hit a crossroads, a turning point that I could never return from. Where I go from here, I truly don’t know… but one thing was for sure. If I was ever getting out of this situation, it wouldn’t be for a long while.

2019 was going to be a long year...