Yes, She goes back home and ruins him more

Chapter 3: Ruin Him

Natalie stepped into her apartment, the door clicking shut behind her. She tossed her keys on the counter with a nonchalant flick of her wrist and kicked off her heels, feeling the familiar rush of power that surged through her after the subway. The air felt different now—intimate, hers. As she walked past the mirror, her reflection caught her eye, but it wasn’t her face she admired; it was the control she held over men like Bradley. The thought alone made her smile.

She dropped her bag by the door, then headed toward her bedroom, feeling the plush carpet under her bare feet as she made her way to the bed. Her phone buzzed with a message from Bradley. “Anything for you… anything… I’ll do it now. I can’t wait to show you how much I need you.”

She read it, smirking at his desperation, but instead of responding immediately, she tapped the screen, leaving him on read. No rush, she thought. He could wait. It gave her a sense of power to make him crave her attention.

Natalie threw herself onto the bed, and pulled off her pencil skirt and her fitted t shirt. Settling her back against the pillows, she unlatched her bra and kicked off her thong. She stretched, feeling the cool air against her skin from the air conditioning unit.

Still, she hadn’t replied to Bradley, letting the tension build. She could almost hear him on the other side of the screen, probably pacing or frantically typing, **** for her approval.

Finally, after a few minutes of enjoying the stillness, she picked up her phone again, her fingers dancing across the screen. She could almost feel his impatience growing, and that only made her more excited.

“Call me, 817-992-0071.” She hit send.

The response came instantly: “Yes, Goddess, right away.”

Natalie’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as she waited. She could already picture him, needy and ****, waiting to obey her every command. A moment later, her phone rang. She answered it without hesitation, putting the call on speaker.

“Bradley,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, “I’ve been thinking about you. You’ve been only okay for me. But now, I want to hear you beg for more.”

“I… I’ll do anything, anything you want,” Bradley’s voice cracked through the speaker, shaky and full of need. “Please, Goddess, I need you. I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

Natalie leaned back, her back against the pillows, her legs spread lazily as she adjusted her position. She couldn’t help but smirk at how easy this was. She was in complete control, and it felt delicious.

“I want you to beg me to do something that will ruin you, Bradley,” she said slowly, teasing him. “Tell me how much you want me to make you my little toy.”

Bradley’s breathing quickened, the desperation evident in his voice. “I want you… so badly. I want to be your pet, your toy. I’ll do anything. I can’t stop thinking about you, Goddess. I need you more than anything.”

Natalie’s grin grew wider, her body responding to the power she held over him. She could feel him on the other end, his need radiating through the phone. It was like he was already falling at her feet, and she hadn’t even had to do anything yet.

“You think you’re ready for me?” Natalie asked, her voice low and dangerous. “You think you can handle what I’m about to give you? I want you to prove it. I want you to tell me exactly what you’d do for me, Bradley. No lies. Tell me the truth.”

Bradley was almost breathless now, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I’d do anything for you, Goddess. I’d do anything to make you happy. Please, just tell me how to make you happy. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll even—” He faltered, the anticipation too much.

“You’ll even what, Bradley?” Natalie prompted, her voice a silky challenge. Don't keep repeating the same fucking thing. “Tell me. Don’t hold back. Or you will never hear from me again and I'll most these videos of you online and ruin your fucking marriage.”

“I’d…” His voice wavered, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his words now. “I’d let you beat up my wife, bust my balls, spit on me. Anything you want, Goddess. I’d even beg for all of that just to know your bra size. Please… let me worship you. Let me prove I’m worthy.”

Natalie closed her eyes for a moment, letting the power settle over her like a warm blanket. This was exactly what she wanted. She was breaking him down piece by piece, and he didn’t even realize how deep he was falling.

“You’re so good for me, Bradley,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “You know how much I love it when you’re honest. I want you to keep being this good. But remember—you’re mine now. You will never be the same after this. I’ll ruin you, Bradley, and you’ll never want to leave.”

Bradley’s breathing hitched, and his voice quivered. “I’m yours. Forever, Goddess. I’ll never leave. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“Good boy,” Natalie cooed, her power absolute. She could almost feel him breaking further, becoming more her pet with every word. “Now, if I told you to come to my apartment, how soon could you get here?"

Bradley’s voice wavered with eagerness. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, Goddess. I’ll do whatever you say. I’m ready to prove myself to you.”

Natalie smiled to herself. She was going to break him, just like she’d planned. He was obsessed, and she had him wrapped around her finger. She could hear the desperation in his voice, and she loved every second of it.

“Good,” she replied, her tone low, teasing. “I’ll be waiting.”

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Natalie rose from her bed, slipped on the skimpiest thong and yoga bra and walked to the door. She had a plan for Bradley, and she couldn’t wait to put it into action.

She walked to the door and opened it, revealing Bradley standing in front of her. His face was flushed with nervous anticipation, but there was no mistaking the muscles in his arms, the broad shoulders, and the handsome face with the little bits of gray in his hair. He looked like someone who thought he could handle anything someone who had been used to being in control. But tonight, he was going to realize that he wasn’t in charge here. Not anymore.

“Come in, Bradley,” she said, her voice smooth as she stepped aside. He walked into the apartment, eyes scanning the room, but he didn’t take his gaze off her for too long.

Natalie didn’t waste time. She turned toward the center of the room, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she dropped into a fighting stance, her eyes narrowing with a playful smirk. “Let’s see how good you really are, big guy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Bradley hesitated, then, seeing the challenge in her eyes, he dropped into a stance of his own, his chest puffed out in an attempt to look intimidating. But Natalie wasn’t impressed. She was in control, and that was all that mattered.

Without warning, she lunged forward, her movements fast and fluid, taking him off guard. She swept his feet from under him with ease, sending him crashing to the floor. He landed with a loud thud, but he didn’t get back up right away.

“Not so tough, are you, Bradley?” Natalie taunted, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “You talk a big game, but you can’t even keep up with me.”

He grunted, trying to get up, but before he could react, she was already on top of him, straddling him with ease. “Is this the best you’ve got?” she mocked, her voice dripping with superiority.

Bradley’s hands were pressing against her waist, but he wasn’t pushing her off. Instead, he was taking it, like a punching bag, his muscles straining against her control, but ultimately, he was submitting to her dominance. He was clearly overwhelmed, but he didn’t fight back. It was like he wanted her to overpower him, to show him how weak he really was.

With a grin, Natalie leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now, Bradley. You’ll never be able to resist me again. But let’s see how much you can take.”

She twisted her body slightly, using her legs to lock him in place, and from there, the wrestling continued. Every time he tried to break free, she would skillfully pin him back down, effortlessly keeping him under her control. His desperation only grew, and he was completely at her mercy. Every submission he endured only made him more submissive, more **** to please her.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of playful dominance, Natalie decided it was time to wrap things up. She climbed off him, letting him lie on the floor, exhausted but still breathing heavily. He was broken, his ego completely shattered, his pride gone.

“Get up, Bradley,” she said, her voice steady and commanding. “You’ve done well… in your own way.”

He struggled to his feet, still breathing heavily, but now, there was something else in his eyes—a mixture of humility and desperation. He looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Natalie led him over to the couch, where he sat down without protest. She stood in front of him, crossing her arms as she looked down at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Now, Bradley,” she began slowly, her voice dripping with sweet authority, “you’ve proven yourself to me. But there’s one more thing you have to do.”

Bradley looked up at her, his face still flushed. “Anything, Goddess. I’ll do anything.”

“You’re going to pay me,” she said, her tone casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “A large sum. Something that shows you understand just how much you’ve given me tonight. You’ll pay for this experience, for me to continue shaping you.”

He nodded without hesitation, pulling out his wallet, his hand shaking slightly. Without a word, he handed over a large sum of cash, more than enough to show just how far he was willing to go for her.

Natalie took the money, examining it briefly before looking back at him. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good boy. Now get out. And don’t think about leaving your wife for me. You’re my pet now, Bradley. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want.”

Bradley stood up, looking defeated but also strangely content. He nodded silently, bowing his head before turning and walking out of the apartment, his head low, still wrapped in the thrall of the experience.

Natalie didn’t waste time. She turned toward the center of the room, her eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. There was no hesitation, no second thought. She was going to break him completely.

"Move your fucking ass and get over here!" Natalie commanded.

Bradley stood at the door, unsure of what to expect when he walked in. He had thought this was just a chance to meet Natalie, to please her more, but the moment he entered the apartment, the air felt charged—he could sense something was off, different from what he had imagined.

He wasn’t prepared for what Natalie had planned. She was already in control, and he hadn’t even realized it yet.

“I thought we were just talking…” he muttered, trying to read her, but his voice faltered when he saw the look in her eyes. She was already several steps ahead of him. He should have known better.

“I don’t think you understand why you’re here,” Natalie said, her lips curling into a smile. “You came here to show me how **** you are. To please me. And now you’re going to pay the price for being foolish enough to think you could come in here and get anything but this.”

Without another word, she walked forward. Bradley’s eyes widened in shock as he took a step back, instinctively raising his arms to defend himself. But Natalie swung hard and slapped Bradley across the face and kicked him square in the nuts.

Before he could even understand what was going on he was writhing in pain. This wasn’t a regular femdom session, wrestling match or anything. This wasn’t what he expected at all. It wasn’t about competition; it was about him being her punching bag, completely at her mercy.

“Look at you, Bradley,” Natalie whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she straddled him with ease. “You thought you could come here with your muscles and good looks and get what you want? Not a fucking shot. And I'll tell you what, I’m going to enjoy every moment of this.”

Bradley lay there, stunned, his body unresponsive. He was strong, but he wasn’t used to this. He had never been in this position—had never imagined someone like Natalie would have him so completely helpless. He was overwhelmed, and the worst part was, he didn’t know how to react. He had come here expecting some kind of mutual arrangement, a conversation, maybe a little physical play, but this? This was nothing like he imagined.

Natalie’s smirk widened as she watched him struggle to find his words. She wasn’t interested in him struggling. She wasn’t interested in him fighting back. She was interested in his submission.

“You came here to please me,” she murmured, her hands tracing his chest, slowly and deliberately. “But all you’ve done is surrender. All that muscle, and you’re nothing but my toy now.”

Bradley didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. He was too embarrassed to even look her in the eye. She was right. He had come here thinking he could take control, but in reality, he had walked into a trap—one she had set for him from the moment he first spoke to her.

Natalie reached out, slapping him hard across the face with a **** that made him gasp. His head snapped to the side, his body stiffening at the sudden sting. The shock of it hit him harder than anything else.

“Didn’t know what you were getting into, did you, Bradley?” Natalie taunted, her voice dripping with authority. “Tell me, how does it feel? All that muscle, all that strength… and it still means nothing to me. You’re just a man in my way.”

Bradley’s breathing quickened. There was a strange sense of humiliation burning inside him, but at the same time, a part of him couldn’t help but crave her dominance. It felt different, almost exhilarating, to be completely helpless under her.

She could feel the shift in him, his chest heaving with each breath. He was beginning to understand. But Natalie wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

“You know what I’m going to do to you now, don’t you?” she whispered as she twisted her body slightly to adjust her position. “I’m going to make you my punching bag, Bradley. I’m going to use that big body of yours however I want, and you’ll take every hit.”

His eyes widened, and for the first time, he found his voice. “I… I didn’t know you’d… do this…”

“Did you really think you could just walk in here and get what you want?” she said, a sharp laugh escaping her lips. “You’re not in control here. I am. And you’re going to feel what it’s like to be completely overpowered.”

With one swift motion, Natalie delivered another slap to his face, this time followed by a quick, well-placed punch to his stomach. He gasped, the air knocked from his lungs, but he didn’t fight back. He couldn’t.

Natalie towered over him, her confidence growing with every second. She had him where she wanted him. The broken man who thought he could impress her was now reduced to a helpless wreck beneath her.

After a few moments, she stepped back, letting him breathe. Bradley sat up slowly, his hands trembling slightly. The pain from her hits lingered, but it wasn’t just physical pain—there was something else gnawing at him. Something that made him crave more.

“Get up, Bradley,” Natalie said, her voice sharp and dismissive. “You’ve done well, in your own pathetic way. But I’m done with you now.”

Bradley stood, still stunned, but there was something else there—a strange gratification in the depths of his mind. His cock formed a huge tent on his shorts and precum stained the fabric at the tip. If the wind blew the right way he felt he could shoot the largest load he ever had.

“I want you to leave,” Natalie ordered, her voice cold but calm. “But not before you show me exactly how much you’re willing to give for this. I want you to pay. All of it. You’ll pay me for the privilege of being used. Understand?”

Bradley looked at her, still catching his breath, but he didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his wallet, hands still shaking, his cock pressed against his shorts, and handed her 500 dollars, more than he ever imagined spending.

This was his price. And Natalie was more than willing to take it.

“Good boy,” she said with a smile, taking the money. “Now go home and jerk off to the thought of me, you worthless bitch.”

Bradley nodded silently, his head bowed in submission. He was utterly defeated, but strangely, he didn’t care. The humiliation, the control, it all felt like an addiction. As he walked out the door, he couldn’t help but feel the sting of her power still burning inside him.