Maledom 101

"We’re here, get out."

Your voice is gruff as you shift the car into park and pull Tiffany off of your dick, hastening to cover up your raging teen prize, while you make your way through the lobby of your upscale apartment building.

Tiffany is really high and the new environment and the fact that she is going home with someone who she just met makes her vulnerable, so you make sure to take advantage of that. The way that you treat the hot teen fucktard will keep her eager to please you, and it will lower her self esteem. Even if she doesn't have active memories of tonight, her body and subconscious will recall. Tiffany will never be able to get enough of you, or other bad guys like you.

"Check it out," you snort arrogantly, "solid marble."

You make sure to show off your affluence and power to Tiffany in the lobby. When the elevator opens, you push her to the side and enter first, chauvinism over chivalry every day. You tell her to hit the button for your floor, and you reproach Tiffany when she stupidly blinks at the buttons, unsure which to press.

"It’s the penthouse, dummy." You say As though it was the most obvious thing… You scoff and slap away Tiffany's hand when she does reach out for it.

On the ride up you take a pump of blow but don’t offer any to Tiffany: tweaking her drug sensitivity and showing her that she needs to do more if she wants to be in your best standing. When Tiffany musters a meek "Can I have a little bit, please?" You make her say it again, louder, and she emphasizes the whiny vowel sound in "pleeease" . But all that demeaning whorishness earns is a meager bump of nose candy. You already have her where you want her: there’s no need to be generous.

You don’t touch Tiffany until you’re through the doors of your penthouse apartment. She is whipsawed by how rough and assertive you are with her body the moment you enter your domain.

You dismantle Tiffany’s clothing without ceremony, tugging the fabric like you want it to tear, showing no regard for her possessions. When Tiffany’s D cup titties poke out in her red brassiere, you make sure to grab her bra by the front and pull the thin underwear off of her. Tiffany squeals in pain and wriggles around, moving her arms and torso instinctively to escape the pinch. Tiffany's tits bounce when you snap the bra off of her, just in time for you to push you up against the wall and hold her there by the neck.

"Yeah, you’ll do OK." You growl, one hand tracing Tiffany’s rock-hard nipple and the other one on her neck, keeping her pinned like a kidnapping victim.

You don’t so much kiss Tiffany as you rape her mouth, making sure that your lips stay arched over hers, controlling her breath and dictating the pace and intensity. When Tiffany’s tongue falters after dancing with yours initially, you squeeze her by the neck and push your tongue further into her mouth. You’re telling her that you decide when things are over and how serious it gets. She has no say.

"Take one of these." You also get her to re-up on drugs. This incredibly powerful ecstasy is going to send you rolling for the next couple of hours, no telling what it will do to the much smaller and light weight girl. Even though she practically overdosed at the bar before, you’re in the business of fucking these girls' minds as much as you do their bodies.

Tiffany obediently opens her mouth and lets you place the ecstasy pill on her tongue. She offers you a sweet and grateful smile as she closes her mouth, but it disappears quickly when you slap her in the face.

"Don’t swallow it, bitch. Let it dissolve, you stupid cunt." Tiffany nods her head like a meek little pet, and you grope her body while you let the overpowering narcotics seep into her system. "Open your mouth, show me." You command the blonde babe to stick out her tongue.

Tiffany does as she’s told. You’re gonna have a lot of fun with this one.

"Kitchen," you say: one word commands work well on fresh twats, and Tiffany follows you to your luxuriously customized kitchen where you prepare yourself a strong drink and Tiffany a slightly less alcoholic one... with just a touch of GHB dipped in. "Show me those tits, girl. Who told you you could put those away?"

Tiffany laughs playfully and pulls down the top of her dress, again exposing herself to you. The teen giggles and shakes her perky young body as she flashes you, bartering for more booze using her flesh.

"Bottoms up," you clank glasses with Tiffany and watch as she sips the Roofie-mixed cocktail. She doesn't know you've spiked it, but she makes a face at the taste.

"C'mon, girl. Drink up." You grab the glass, Tiffany's hand and all, and tilt it up so the liquid surges down her rapidly contracting gullet. Tiffany's eyes plead with you, but you make her down the GHB cocktail until the last drop. She won't pass out, but her free will and resistance will be virtually nothing, same with her balance and fine motor coordination. It's a good thing fuckmeat doesn't need to do much to fulfill its purpose as a sex toy.

"Good girl." You swat Tiffany on the ass and pull her in for a deep kiss, bending her backwards over your kitchen table as you have your way with her.

Dominating Tiffany’s mind and body, you also make sure to treat her other possessions like shit. You make her take her shoes off even though you keep yours on, you make a show of tossing her designer purse across the hallway like a piece of garbage. When Tiffany goes to look at her phone, you slap her wrist and wrench it out of her hand, slamming it down on a hallway table.

"Oh my god you’re so... manly… " Not only is Tiffany young, but she’s dumb enough and exposed to traditional gender roles well enough to know that this kind of behavior ought to be the norm for a sexy 18-year-old bitch. Pessimists might say that male dominance is toxic and that Tiffany is going to dislike you for how poorly you treat her, however the truth is she will just see your actions as power, just receive your cruelty with increasingly adoring want.

"Get on your knees, hoe." You make sure to use all the slurs in the book, too. "Suck my fucking dick, you rape-rag." Tiffany is almost butt naked with just her slutty little dress around her torso, and you’re fully clothed. The disparity isn’t lost on Tiffany as she sinks to her knees on the cold ground marble tile floor like a slave or servant before her king.

When you take out your cock to feed it to Tiffany’s eager little face hole, you also bring out your phone.

Tiffany is a good little strung out slut. She stupidly allows you time to take half a minute of footage of her slurping on your cock with drunk indifference before she looks up at you and sees the camera phone in her face. With a wet splat and a drool of spit, the 18 year old pulls her lips off of your length and, her pupils severely dilated in a retarded look, half giggles and half asks in concern:

"You're not really filming me, are you?"