Her Little Bitch

"Why don't we start with you getting on your knees," she says.

"What?" you ask.

Her face tightens and you see a flash of anger. "I will not repeat myself. I just made it perfectly clear that you're not my boyfriend anymore. Let me make it clearer, though. I can't believe I ever dated you. I can't believe I ever let you anywhere near my pussy. I feel embarrassed that I ever let you fuck me. Truly embarrassed. So, if you cannot do as you're told when you're told, I have no use for you. None whatsoever. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry," you say as you drop to your knees.

She smiles and your heart soars. She's so beautiful, so impossibly sexy, that you can't help but feel a need to be near her, and you'll do anything to make that happen. "You're useless as a boyfriend," she says. "You make less money than I do. You're not in great shape. Your dick is small. You don't really make me feel sexy. You might be useful as...well, as a little bitch."

"A...a little bitch?" you ask.

She smiles again, but this time it's a far naughtier smile. She reaches out, grabs a handful of your hair, and pulls hard enough that you wince and cry out from the pain. She laughs. "See, that was fun for me. Causing you a little bit of pain while you just stayed there on your knees and did nothing about it, just like a little bitch would. You know what else a little bitch would do?"

"What?" you ask.

"Anything I asked," she replies. "I have a date tonight. A little bitch would happily pay for that date if I asked him to, and he'd do it because he knows he won't ever get to see me again unless he offers to pay for my date. He knows that I'll kick him out of my house and never let him back in unless he ponies up the cash so my date and I can go out to a nice restaurant and maybe get a drink afterwards."

"I'll pay," you say.

She laughs, releases your hair, and gently slaps your face. It doesn't really hurt, but it's humiliating. As is the fact that you just offered to pay so she can go on a date with another guy. You didn't even think about it, though. You just did as you were told.

"You know what else a little bitch would do?" she asks. "He'd go buy me lingerie to wear on my date. He'd buy me something expensive so I'd look really good for my date when we went back to his place."

"I'll buy you lingerie," you say, thinking that perhaps you'll get to see her flawless body in the lingerie.

"A smart little bitch might wonder why I'm wearing lingerie on a first date," she continues. "After all, you should know that I'm not the kind of girl that fucks on the first date. I make a man work for it, even when that man is deserving of my pussy."

It takes a moment, but then it clicks. "This isn't your first date with him?"

She pats you on the top of the head. "What a smart little bitch you are," she says softly. "That's right. This isn't my first date with him. It isn't my second, third, or fourth date, either. I've been seeing him for a month now. I've been fucking him for the past two weeks, and he is light years better than you. I knew he would be after our first date - he kissed me like a man is supposed to kiss a woman, not like you kiss me, you little bitch - but the sex is even better than I thought it would be."

As much as you'd like to act surprised that she's been cheating on you, there's no point. She just dumped you. Now you're on your knees and she's calling you a little bitch. She clearly doesn't have any respect for you, and you clearly weren't satisfying her. Of course she cheated on you.

"You know what else a little bitch would do?" she asks.

You shake your head. You have no idea what she wants from you.

"He'd beg me to sit on his face after I got home from my date. He'd beg me to smother him with the pussy that another man just fucked," she continues.

That sounds astoundingly hot. You don't care if it makes you a little bitch. You'll gladly beg your ex-girlfriend to sit on your face. "I'll beg," you say.

She laughs. "I know you will. Because you're a little bitch. You'll do anything I tell you to do. Absolutely anything. It might take you a little time to get used to the more extreme ideas, but we both know you'll do whatever the fuck I want because you're every bit the little bitch I think you are."

"Ex...extreme ideas?" you ask as you wonder what she means by that.

She bends over, grabs a handful of your hair, and says, "Open your mouth."

You open your mouth and she pulls hard on your hair until your head is tilted back. She spits in your mouth. She does it slowly, too, letting every bit of saliva fall from between her lips and onto your tongue. "Hold my spit in your mouth," she instructs.

It doesn't taste particularly good, but you do as you're told as she stands up.

"A little bitch will let me spit in his mouth if I want, but he'll do so much more than that," she says. "A little bitch will let me spit another man's cum in his mouth. A little bitch will get on his knees and beg for the chance to suck another man's cock if I want him to."

You feel a tightness in your chest as a sense of panic sets in. You can't imagine doing that for her, and yet you're not sure you'd actually be able to resist if she demanded you do it.

"A little bitch will let me sit on his face and feed him another man's cum, cum that the other man's big, beautiful cock unloaded into my pussy," she says. Then she smiles, bends over until her face is inches from yours, and says, "A little bitch will put on a pair of crotchless panties, get on his hands and knees in my bed, and beg a real man to fuck him up the ass while I watch."

Your sense of panic intensifies, but it feels different now. You're panicking because you know you'll do what she wants. You know you're a little bitch. You know you're her little bitch.

"Swallow my spit," she instructs.

You swallow.

"Tell me that I'm right," she says. "Tell me that you'll be my little bitch. Tell me that I'm right about everything."

"You're right," you admit. "I'm your little bitch. I'll do whatever you want."

"Yes, you will," she says, "But don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. I'll reward you. In fact, I'll reward you right now. Follow me to the bathroom. I'm going to piss, and then I'm going to let you be a good little bitch by using your tongue as my toilet paper. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes," you admit.

"Crawl behind me," she says.

You crawl behind her as instructed. You know you're committing to living as her little bitch. It's what you want, though. It's what you crave. You can't deny that.