Jenny's Tits are Groped [Main Path]

"Explain what you see," I remind her. You'd think she would be able to follow one easy instruction.

"Y-yes, sorry," she says as one of my favorite compilations flickers on screen, "It's different scenes of women who get their breast gr-"

"Tits," I correct.

"Their tits groped," she finishes the sentence, "In some of them, they are in public -- in school, on the bus, in the supermarket. In others, they seem to be at home."

"How do the girls react to having their tits groped by strangers?"

"I.. they seem.. happy? They smile and often either take their br- tits out or encourage more touch in other ways." I see her lick her lips. "It's almost like they.. enjoy being groped."

"That's because they do," I say, "Girls enjoy male attention. They should be grateful whenever they get it -- just like the girls in the videos are."

"B-but shouldn't they at least ask before they touch them?"

"Why would they? The girls will always say "yes" anyway -- because they know that a) they should be grateful for the attention and b) it's the man's right to grope them anyway. Asking is just a waste of time."

"I.. they.. their right?"

"Of course! Consider this: men are naturally stronger, faster, and smarter than girls. That is just the truth; I know feminists like to pretend it isn't, but it is and --"

"Bu-"

"Don't interrupt me, girl" I say forcefully. She flinches but shuts up. Good, very good. "I have to admit, the more we talk, the more I see why Noah dumped you -- interrupting a man while he is kind enough to teach you something, where are your manners?"

"I-I'm so sorry," she says quickly and her cheeks once again flush beautifully in shame.

"As I was saying: we are naturally stronger, faster, and smarter. We have the physical ability to do whatever we want to you girls. The only reason we don't is a sort of social contract -- girls acknowledge that men are entitled to their bodies and men, in turn, promise not to get too violent. Do you understand that?"

"I mean, I.." she pauses, "I guess that makes sense."

"Good," I say, "stand up, show me what you have learnt."

With a confused look she raises herself from her knees and turns toward me. She opens her mouth to ask what I meant but doesn't manage to get a word out before my hands are on her tits. I give them a quick squeeze and draw my hands back, waiting for her to react.

She stares at me with wide eyes for a second, clearly shocked by what just happened. Then she swallows and slowly, as if unsure whether I really wanted her to do this, pulls her shirt down under her bra. She smiles what is clearly a false smile and takes my hand placing it back on her tits.

"What, am I supposed to grope your bra? What is that?"

Her face falls and she scrambles to take her bra off, to embarrassed once again to really think about what she is doing. And finally, _after many a fantasy, _my hands find Jenny's naked tits. They are indeed as big as they looked like through her clothes and they do jiggle in just the right way. I pinch her nipple and see her flinch, but she doesn't say anything.

"Do you like this?" I pinch a nipple again and follow it up with a slap of her other tit.

"I-I.. don't really know if I like it." She admits with fear in her eyes. Good, she is scared I will be angry or disappointed. She craves my approval.

"Do you want me to stop then?"

She bites her lips and shakes her head, "N-no. You have a right to grope me, even if I don't really like it."

I give her a smile and whisper, "Good girl. You're learning fast -- I wounder what Noah would say if he saw you now. Would he be angry that you didn't learn this earlier? Or would he want to try you out after I'm done educating you? Would he let you beg for your relationship if you did so on your knees, kissing his boots?"

I enjoyed bringing her ex up. He really messed with her head and mentions of his name seemed to keep her insecurity high. Plus, she is humiliated again and again when she hears his name.

I snap my fingers and point to the floor. Without thinking, she falls to the ground, waiting for the next command.

"You have so much more to learn though," I say as I sit back down above her and turn on the next video. This is it -- if she doesn't leave now, I have her.