Degraded at the 2022 MTV Awards

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Mr. B (Jenna's patron and sexual master) thinks very little of Hollywood awards. He sees them as an opportunity to humble Jenna when she's likely to feel most proud of herself.

Hours before the 2022 MTV Movies and TV Awards, Jenna was in Mr. B's parlor, naked from head to toe, and edging herself at her master's command.

"Rub... stop... rub... stop... rub... stop..." Mr. B ordered, believing that the constant stop and start creates unique sexual desperation and mental fog. This was not nearly the first time Jenna had gone through this ordeal. Sometimes eventually Mr. B allows her to cum and sometimes he doesn't. She hoped, knowing that she was about to go out into a big public event that he'd allow it, but knew he probably wouldn't.

He didn't. And sent her off, on the edge of ecstasy, to get dressed in an outfit of his choosing (a bra and jacket) and go to the show with the promise that she would be receiving texts from him.

File image: Jenna at the 2022 MTV Movie & TV Awards

She won "Most Frightened Performance" accepted the award graciously and returned to her seat. Mr. B was the reason she'd gotten the role in Scream, and most of her other roles. She owed him everything. She belonged to him. Shortly after that, the texts began.

Jenna had a sense what was about to happen. It wouldn't be the first time Mr. B sent her to get pissed on. Being subservient to him could be a filthy chore. But it was also a turn on. And of course, her clit still throbbed from earlier. She got up from her seat, award in hand.

Jenna found a bathroom behind the scenes. Somewhere most award show attendees wouldn't be. Whatever Mr. B wanted from her, he surely didn't want her to do it in front of all of Hollywood and destroy her career.

The texts continued

Jenna knew it to be true

Jenna didn't think much about the demand. She wasn't going to refuse. She wasn't going to hesitate. With her award on the dirty floor next to her, she leaned in and glided her tongue over the urinal's rim. She did it again and again, tasting the old stale piss, feeling the filth on her tongue. The arousal that filled her body only grew and grew.

one more text came in

Quickly she slid her hand into her pants and started rubbing herself. Her hips thrust her crotch against her fingers as she pushed her face deeper into the urinal, sliding it up and down its back surface. For a moment she considered eating the urinal cake. She was filth incarnate, just as Mr. B wanted her.

Then the bathroom door opened. Terrified, Jenna recoiled, sliding into the corner of the bathroom, head buried in her elbow, though it's not like she could hide who she was.

A man came in, walked up to a far urinal and pissed. She didn't see if he looked at her, but of course he did. How could he not?

Once he left, she considered crawling over to the urinal he'd just used, but found herself paralyzed by fear and desire. She couldn't do anything but finish rubbing herself off as she pulled a grey pubic hair from out of her mouth. She had (in her own words) "One of the best orgasms of my life"

On the way out of the bathroom she stopped to assess her self in the mirror, fix her makeup and hair. Then she spit on the reflection of her own image. And feeling satisfied, leaned in and licked the spit off the mirror.