You submit to Chet

As Chet is loosening his belt your mind is in conflict. Your male self, who thought he was about to get lucky with Emma struggles to regain control, and desperately rebels against the idea of sucking any cock, let alone Chet’s. But the shock of the situation, how it all changed so fast from being with Emma, to the sudden reality of Chet about to have you is too much to handle.

And after the way he handled Emma, reducing the arrogant self, assured girl to a submissive obedient little slut, his obedient little slut, your female side just wants to give in.

No, more than just give in, she wants to throw herself at his feet, have him dominate her, worship this alpha male that stands before you.

Part of you is horrified as your male self fights for control over your body and loses, slowly fading into the background as your mind is filled with images of you kneeling before Chet, sucking him, being taken by him, bred by him. Thoughts of submitting to him, being his to do with as he pleases, overwhelm you and the part of you that wanted to resist is pushed to the back of your mind, screaming at you, seemingly unheard while you come to a stop just in front of him.

Chet smiles at you “Good girl” he says, before pulling you closer to him, and kissing you deeply. You don’t resist, you can’t, it just feels too good. While his tongue is capturing your mouth, his hands are exploring your body, one is massaging your breast, occasionally pinching your nipple, making you moan in his mouth. The other is moving lower and lower until he’s found your pussy, cupping it and then sliding a finger in, your wetness easily accommodating one at first, and then two. He releases your lips, allowing you to openly moan as he slowly finger fucks you. It feels too good, and you lean against him for support. He holds you so you don’t fall while he increases the speed at which his fingers move inside you.

“Damn Doe, you’re drenched” he says, grinning. Your moaning becomes ragged as you approach your orgasm. “Oh god, oh, oh, I’m about to…” You grunt. Just before you cum however, he removes his fingers, the shock of which makes you lose your footing completing, collapsing in front of him, breathing hard. “Can’t have you coming so soon babe” he says “What’ll happen if you change back to fast? We’ve got a long night ahead of us” He licks one of the fingers that was inside you just a moment ago. “Not bad” he says “A bit sweet even. But now my fingers are all sticky, clean them”

The last part was given as a command, and you took it as such, trying to rise to get him a towel or something similar. As you try to get up, his other hand roughly presses down on your shoulders, pushing you back down to the ground. “With your mouth” he clarifies, bringing his fingers, sticky with your juices to your lips.

You recoil initially, but he moves his other hand to your head, keeping you in place, while insistently pushing his other fingers into your mouth.

Not wanting to displease him, you open your mouth and lick his fingers experimentally. The taste isn’t bad, just a strong flavor of pussy, yours. And obeying him gives you an extra thrill. After you’ve cleaned off his fingers he steps back. “Stay put” he says, as he circles around you. He grabs your arms telling you not to resist as he uses his belt to tie your hands behind you.

“A lot of girls use their hands too much during a blow job” he explains, as if he were doing the most natural thing in the world. “I thought you might as well learn the right way.”

After securing your wrists he lifts you up and walks you to a comfortable chair before seating himself in it and pushing you back onto your knees. He removes his pants and smiles at you, pulling you closer until you are right in between his knees, your face just inches away from his large cock. You can smell the musky scent coming off it, and a small moan of excitement escapes your lips.

“You look good on your knees, Doe. It’s where you belong, down there, worshipping me. How does it feel, knowing I’m going to make you mine, that you’ll be my little breeding whore for the rest of your life. Your job will be pleasing me, in every way possible, while begging me for more. I’ll make sure that you’ll know your proper place before we’re done.”

Your mind conjures up images as he’s talking of your servitude. Your male self is shouting at you, but the sounds seems to come from a great distance, and his arguments are easily overruled by your female self who gets more turned on every word Chet says.

“Now…” says Chet “Let’s begin.”