Billy humiliates himself, to Karen’s delight

Billy sat at Karen’s large dining table, waiting for her to return. She had left him waiting there as she went upstairs to finish drying off after her recent shower. Leaning back in his chair, Billy thought about the way Karen’s perfect skin had looked, adorned with those small glistening beads of water droplets. How strangely dominated he had felt, as she talked down to him at her doorstep.

He had to admit, she was hot as fuck. It felt like the more time Billy spent around Karen, the more enamored he became with her beauty. Even her bitchy attitude was developing a certain… Appeal. Letting these feelings grow was dangerous, but so long as he was stuck in her service, he didn’t have much of a choice…

Billy tried to plan what he would tell her when she came back. Obviously, telling Karen about Carly was off limits. For one, he didn’t want to give her that kind of ammunition to **** him with, but mostly he wasn’t sure how Karen might react to learning that another woman had come close to knocking him out. In the worst case scenario, she might decide to release the footage of HER knocking him out, so she could get in first while his reputation was still spotless. Karen definitely seemed like the type of person who would adore the attention of being the first woman to knock out Billy, and that video’s release would lose some of its allure if Billy became some easy-to-beat scrub in the eyes of the school community. Karen’s video was so valuable precisely because Billy was the undefeated legend that he was.

He had to make Karen understand that having him in her debt, and under her control, was more satisfying than whatever she could get from releasing that video. Wherever this conversation went, Billy needed to make sure that Carly’s name didn’t get mentioned, and that Karen’s power was the center of attention.

No sooner had he decided this, Karen finally came back downstairs. Billy turned his head, seeing her walk elegantly down each step, wearing a luxurious red dressing gown. Its soft fuzzy fabric clung to her body, tied around the waist and filled out by her well-maintained body. Her blonde was hair shining and healthy, tied back in a precise bun.

It was the most casual wear Billy had ever seen Karen in, and he didn’t know what to think about that.

“Selena’s studying in her bedroom,” Karen said, taking her seat at the table. Naturally, she sat at the head, with Billy sitting to her side, feeling small. “It’s just you and me.”

Billy gulped, and nodded, trying not to stare so obviously at the fluffy red dressing gown folded across Karen’s healthy, rich milf body. He couldn’t tell for sure while the dressing gown was closed, but… Was she naked under there?

“So. All of… This,” Karen said, gesturing generally to Billy’s glum, battered face. “It looks like you aren’t the best boxer at your club anymore, hmm~?”

She let out a loud, cruel laugh that made Billy shrink back in his seat. He hated how much Karen was humiliating him. He hated how much she had every right to. And he hated how much he kind of liked it.

“Someone sure made short work of you,” she teased. “What a shame. You begged me so hard for the time to go back to that club, only to find you weren’t the same fighter you used to be.”

A shiver ran down Billy’s spine as Karen brought her crimson red, smirking lips closer towards him. Her soft, fuzzy dressing gown fell slightly open as she leaned forwards, giving a hint of bare cleavage through the small gap.

“…Did I do that~?” she teased, her tantalizing mouth close to the seated, wriggling young man’s ears. “Did I pummel allll~ the skill out of your body? Out of your… Brain~?”

Billy gulped. She wasn’t entirely wrong. Karen’s beatdown and **** housework had left Billy sore, slow, and in his own head. If it weren’t for Karen, Carly would never have been able to do what she did to him. This smug blonde bitch had somehow managed to strip away the one thing that Billy was best at - the one thing he was really proud of. She had stolen his talent. And she had used that fact to buy him. He was hers to use, hers to tease.

Billy knew how much it pleased her, to see him humbled. To see him subservient, and inferior to her glory. And so he knew he shouldn’t argue with her. A happy, satisfied Karen was much easier for him to deal with. And since nobody was around but the two of them, Billy decided to just bite the bullet and tell her what she wanted to hear, humiliation be damned.

“Yes…” Billy croaked out a reply, playing to the bitchy milf’s ego.

Karen raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. She crossed her arms under her hanging bust and leaned back, hiding her breasts again, and waiting for him to continue.

“Yes…” Billy went on, expanding on his answer for this cruel milf. “You did this to me. You made me… Worse. You made me weak.”

“Go on,” she prompted.

Billy licked his dry lips. He wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say here. He decided that debasing himself was a safe play. So long as he didn’t mention that a woman had done this to him, he hopefully wouldn’t have to worry about setting off Karen.

“I… I can’t keep up anymore,” Billy began. “I was the best boxer in the club, by far, but ever since you… BROKE me… I’m falling behind. I can’t keep up. I’m average. I was special, but now I’m just… You just… You just took it all from me,” Billy moaned. “It’s like… Like I’m still half-knocked out, from what you did to me. Like I still haven’t finished losing to you yet. I’m just so… So fucked up.”

Billy shuddered a genuine shudder as the words left his lips. Karen seemed satisfied by that answer, judging from the way she purred and adjusted herself in her seat at the head of the table.

“I see… I had no idea you were so fragile, Billy,” she teased. “I had no idea what a long, slippery slope I was pushing you down… When I knocked you out.”

This whole conversation had been a challenge of sorts. Karen had been prompting Billy to argue, or defend himself. She was impressed by just how much he was willing to **** himself for her. She must have REALLY done a number on him.

That confident, cocky brat from the boxing seminar was nowhere to be seen. The young man who had fought back, tried to mock her, and almost beaten her. Had she tamed such a fierce animal already?

Karen was intrigued by this new version of Billy, a version she hadn’t truly explored since he became her ****. Was what he said true? Had she really caused the downfall of that confident young man, with such a bright future? She liked the idea of that. She liked the idea a lot. She liked the idea that fighting Karen was the end of him. The final note in an interrupted symphony, that could have been great, if only it had been left alone.

And then there was that thing Billy had mentioned in his text messages…

“So… ‘Brain fog’.” Karen laughed. “What a funny phrase. Tell me about that. Tell me about… What I did to you.”

Fuck. Billy wasn’t ready for a question like that. It had been a throwaway phrase to play to Karen’s ego, he hadn’t expected her to fixate on it. But the notion that she had generated a deep fog around this young athlete’s brain was obviously too enticing to ignore. Billy had to give her what she wanted.

“You… You really messed me up,” Billy admitted. “I’ve never been… Treated like that. When you knocked me out, I… I was… It was strange. Like I was in a haze.”

Karen looked more smug than ever before, enjoying every word. As he continued, Billy got more into character, acting groggier and slower than he had to. Feeding into the idea that Karen had taken away some crucial part of him when she knocked him out that day. He told himself this act was purely to help keep Karen satisfied, but he couldn’t deny how much humiliating himself like this was turning him on…

“I’ve been forgetting things… Getting lost… Confused, dazed…” Billy groaned, swaying a little in his chair. As if dredging up these memories was overworking what remained of his brain, and pulling precious resources away from his balance. “Umm… And also… Forgetting things… Did I say that…? I’ve been forgetting, uhh… Things like…”

“Forgetting how to box?” Karen suggested, amused by his performance.

Billy shuddered.

“Yessss…” he gulped. “I’ve been slow… Weak… A shell of my former self. All because of what you did to me…”

Another genuine shudder ran through his body. Billy was really getting into character now, playing to Karen’s ego and his own libido with one foggy performance.

He knew that making Karen feel powerful was the best way to keep her in a good mood. Which he needed, if he didn’t want his life to be ruined by that video. And Karen clearly liked what she saw. So Billy just kept on bowing down to the queen, and giving her exactly what she wanted.

“I’m weakening… Every time I see you, you weaken me… You wrecked me… You own me… I’m so, so weak now… Because of you.”

With a smirk, Karen leaned forward, patting Billy’s head and making him flinch.

“Poor little brain…~” she laughed. “I had no idea I’d done so much damage…”

She stroked the hair on the top of Billy’s head. He couldn’t help but shiver, and lean into her hand, pressing up against it. The contrast between her bitchy comments, her superior tone, and her affectionate touch was making his heart race. Still stuck in his fake-brain-fog, please-Karen mode, he wasn’t thinking straight.

“It wasn’t just the punches,” Billy blurted out suddenly. Karen tilted her head, curious, her hand leaving his hair.

“Excuse me?”

“It wasn’t just the punches that did this to me,” Billy continued. “It was after that… When you rode my face… When you knocked me out AGAIN… I think that ch-changed me…”

Karen laughed, leaning back in her chair and clapping her hands together.

“Oh yes! I had forgotten about that,” she laughed. “You couldn’t even handle my pussy on your face without going out!”

As a cruel, rich bitch laugh filled the dining room, Billy licked his dry lips. Remembering how embarrassed he felt waking up for a second time, to find that Karen had left him there. Knocked him out with her pussy, orgasmed on his face, and then left him **** in the middle of his boxing ring. Abandoned and humiliated by the smug milf who was about to take over his life.

“So… My pussy did this to you? You’re so weak, that my pussy gave you brain fog?”

Billy nodded, his mouth dry.

“Your pussy knocked me out… It made me confused… Your pussy gave me brain fog…” Billy droned, confirming everything Karen hadn’t known she wanted to hear.

Knocking out Billy with her punches had been utterly thrilling. And she was delighted to hear he was still feeling the aftershocks of his loss. But… To learn that her forgotten, face riding knockout had ALSO had an effect on the boy… Well, that was delightful in its own special way.

Karen had a hungry, dominant gleam in her eye as she looked him up and down. Billy wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but he knew he was about to be totally at the mercy of this wealthy mom yet again.

Was she interested in how his boxing skills had apparently degraded? Did she want to explore his “brain fog” some more? Or was her pussy feeling a little needy after such a potent injection of superiority?