It's hard to express exactly what was going on inside of my head. It was just pleasure, really. Complete, mind-melting pleasure. I was moaning and thrashing and jerking around in the tub, the water spraying all around. Theo looked at me with a wicked grin on his lips. Some small part of my cognition was dedicated to the simple task of making sure that my face didn't fall into the tub.
That's how thoroughly obedience had been grounded to my brain. That even in that moment, when I was pretty much suffering a blue screen of death for my brain, I was still trying to obey his command. Technically, I had no choice, but what little piece of my conscious mind was available did put itself to that task.
Of course, even the best, longest orgasm of your life eventually ends, and I leaned against the edge of the bathtub as I just panted, staring blankly with my one good eye, cum keeping the other one shut. "Did you enjoy that, bitch?" He asked me. I nodded stupidly, my throat feeling dry. "Good, he told me. Now clean your face off, he ordered, you look like a mess. And don't put your head in the tub, remember," he added, for clarification.
At the time, I didn't even have the mental space to wonder if that meant new commands could override previous commands, or if he was just being safe. I just reached up for my face with trembling hands and started to scoop up his cum, feeding it into my mouth and gulping it down. The act itself made my clit pulse, my brain fogging up as I worked.
I worked hard to clean my face off, slurping my fingers dry as I repeatedly wiped away. Every last bit of spunk was eventually deposited in my mouth and gulped down into my stomach. "Am I good now, Master?" I asked him, my voice hoarse. Had I been screaming and moaning, and not realized it?
"Your face is presentable, yeah," he said. He eyed me up again, pushing his cheek tongue against his cheek as he contemplated my nude body. He had another erection, of course. He seemed to have an infinite appetite for sex. He leaned back in the tub, placing his arms on either side, just lying there, the very tip of his cock bobbing over the water line as he looked at me. "What do you think you should do?" He asked at last.
I was relatively sedate at this point. I wasn't thinking about how humiliating the situation was, since right now it was relatively normal, and I had just come so hard that it was almost like my brain had reset. So I actually took my time to think about it. I was still horny, of course, but... I had the mental space to actually consider the question, and really what I was asking myself was, What can I do that won't break my brain as bad as that did?
I eventually settled on leaning down in between his legs and wrapping my breasts around his cock. It throbbed in between my both song as he looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. "There we go," he said, patting my head. "That's much better, don't you think?" I realized I hadn't said anything, and that that probably got him off too, so I just nodded in response to the question. "Quiet now. I guess you understand that a bitch should be seen but not heard," he said, and I just nodded to that too.
He just relaxed in the tub, enjoying the hot water and the hot bitch on her knees, masturbating his cock with her tits. I kept my eyes on him, trying to avoid giving any sign of intelligence or independence or rebellion. I needed to act the role that I had been assigned. Otherwise, he'd lock my brain up even tighter than he already had.
In the end, he ended up just grabbing the back of my head and shoving it into my tits before he blew his load inside of my mouth this time. "Swallow it all, bitch," he ordered me, and I dutifully did exactly that.
I didn't have much choice, after all.
When we left the tub, I was still forced to crawl after him, and he just tossed a towel down at me, ordering me to dry myself off as I knelt next to him. Once we were both dried off, he pulled on a pair of underwear and contemplated my new body as I remained on my hands and knees.
He soon decided that just making me titfuck him and crawl around wasn't enough for him. Mere sex couldn't sate his appetite. Obviously, he could make me do literally anything he wanted, but in a sense, that was still too little. "Darla, for the remainder of the day, your job is to act like a doting little housewife and misogynist." His cock pulsed in the air as he continued to speak. "You believe that as your husband, it is my right to make you do whatever I want, to treat you however I want, and to use your body whenever I want. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, darling," I said, swallowing, feeling a tension in my body that also made my clit throb. I still couldn't stand up under my own power at that point, so I was stuck on my hands and knees next to him.
He headed back into his living room, plopping down on the couch, and I crawled after him. He just patted the seat next to him and I hopped up like a dog. Once I was there, he casually grabbed my hair and moved my head down to rest on his thigh, then he started to pet me, again, like a dog, his fingers slowly running through my hair.
It was surprisingly restful, actually. He turned on his TV and the Penny titfuck scene began again. I felt myself grow slick in anticipation of him getting so aroused that he used me all over again; instead, he just switched to normal television, flicking between channels, eventually settling on some murder mystery show.
It's actually nice. I briefly spent a little while distracted as I tried to think over what exactly I could do. But the reality was there really wasn't anything I could do - I was stuck naked and crawling around, at the bare minimum - so eventually I decided to just enjoy the show and try to guess who the killer was.
When the show ended, though, the fun also stopped. Theo casually shifted around on the couch, leaving my head to just plop down. I looked up at him as he took off his underwear, tossing it aside. "Lie on your back on the couch," he ordered, and I dutifully did so, rolling over, legs dangling off the edge, not even knowing what he was about to do. Then, he planted himself on top of me, so that his cock rested across my sternum, pointing downward towards my cunt. He grabbed my breasts in either hand and squished them around his dick.
His grip was rough and crude, but I still twitched in arousal, not sure what a misogynistic housewife would say in this situation - which was, in fact, my first thought. "Darling, do you want to use my tits? You should have just said so," I said, doing my best to play my role, mostly in the hopes that it would make him come faster, admittedly.
"I don't need to tell you things, you dumb cow," he said, casually slapping my tit. My toes curled as I strained not to come. "Now eat my ass," he ordered me.
That particular order served like an electric shock to my brain. I had to obey, of course, leaning up into his ass, stretching my tongue out to start to rim him. The real impact, though, was that I almost immediately fell back into the simulacrum, letting the misogynistic bitch take over so that I could escape this.
This was another new kind of sex for me. Luckily, my brain had already been rewired, so the humiliation and disgust and all those other feelings that I should have been experiencing right now sent waves of arousal through my body instead, and the misogynistic bitch had taken over, so she just started to lap at him, gripping his hips as she eagerly ate his ass.
He didn't taste that bad, at least. He had just gotten out of the bath after all.
For his part, Theo just groaned, intensifying the pressure he was applying to my tits as he roughly fucked them, sliding back and forth again and again. "That's right, bitch," he told me. "Eat my ass. This is where a woman like you belongs, isn't it?" I didn't respond verbally, instead just nodding and humming out my agreement, and his cock pulsed inside of my tits. "Yeah," he said to himself as much as to me. "This is what I want. This is what I want the rest of our lives to be," he declared, and then began to furiously pump back and forth inside of my breast, just ramming away. His ass smacked against my face over and over again, and I had to loosen up my grip on his hips to let him do so.
It was humiliating, of course, but that just added to my arousal. I came, moaning as my hips bucked up into the air, my legs still dangling off the edge of the couch as he fucked into my breasts. I just went along with it all, continuing to do my best to lick at him as he smacked my face over and over. He treated me like a piece of meat, but that humiliation just fed right back into my arousal, as my brain slowly dribbled out from it between my thighs.
"This is going to be the rest of your life," he told me. "How does that make you feel? Stop licking my ass to answer," he ordered, and I popped out, leaning back, looking up at him as he continued to pump my breasts. I couldn't see his face and he couldn't see mine, but that didn't matter. Why would it? What did my expression matter? What did my feelings matter? I was just a set of holes and a pair of tits.
Luckily, the misogynistic bitch remembered her role. "It makes me so happy, honey," she told him. "I'm so, so happy that I can be of use to you. Your happiness is all I live for. Go ahead and treat me as badly as you want. My feelings don't matter at all. I love you so much, that's why I married you."
"Yes, that's what I want to hear," he declared. "That's my good little bitch wife." He compressed my tits all the more harshly, just grinding his fingers into them, mashing them around his cock as he masturbated using my body. He stopped fucking my breasts himself, just remaining still for a moment, instead just pumping my tits up and down his length, basically jerking off with my body. "I'm so much smarter than you, aren't I? That's why I'm the one in control here, and you're my misogynistic submissive little wifey."
"That's right," I agreed immediately. "You're so much smarter than me, Theo." I swallowed as I tried to think about what to say next. What would make him happiest? What would we get him off the fastest? "I may have a doctorate, but that doesn't matter, does it? I'm not the one giving the orders anymore, and I never will be again."
"That's right," he said. "Back to licking my ass, bitch," he ordered, and immediately I got back to it, my tongue slithering around his insides, my hands gripping his hips again. "You're gonna spend the rest of your life servicing my cock and getting knocked up with my babies over and over again. You're going to cook my meals and clean my house, and you're never going to see the outside again. You're going to be my dutiful, obedient little housepet that I just fuck and use every goddamn day, for the rest of your life."
Despite how absurd it should be, those words made me come, my hips bucked into the air as I spasmed with pure pleasure. My mind was once more wiped out as he just relentlessly abused my body, fucking my tits, his ass smacking my face over and over again. I took it all, just licking away. I felt eager to be in this position.
It felt so easy, so good.
When I let the misogynistic bitch be in charge, my life was so much simpler. I was just a toy, a thing, an object. I could forget about my dignity, I could forget about my humanity, and I could just let myself come and come. It wasn't like there was actually an escape here. There was just Theo's occasional inattention, and I certainly wasn't getting that right now.
Theo, for his part, was obviously getting increasingly aroused, just slamming his hips into my tits over and over, the couch groaning beneath us as he fucked me like that. His monologue continued to outline a new reality for me. One where, instead of being the CEO of a company, instead of being rich, instead of being respected, I was a quiet, mousy little fuckdoll for him, used whenever he felt like it, made to do any menial task he wanted, and all the while keeping herself utterly exposed and ready for him.
Fucked up as it was, it actually made me come three times before he finally blew his load.
He tightened his grip on my breasts as he buried himself inside of them, his cockhead popping out the other end. I just kept desperately licking his asshole all the while, slurping and sucking as I felt him twitch, as I knew he was about to come, and then finally he erupted, groaning. Hot spunk splattered across my stomach, and I just twitched in arousal in response to yet another new humiliating use of my body.
Once he was finished coming he pulled out of my tits, just sitting on my face for a second, leaving me to continue licking his ass. He casually stroked his own cock as he sat there, silencing me as I was forced to rem him. The humiliation was unbelievably intense, and my clit throbbed in response to it. Then he casually reached down to my breast, smacking it like a volleyball, and I went cross-eyed and came, hips bucking at the air again, moaning into his asshole.
Eventually, luckily, he got bored and got off of my head, leaving me lying there. He grabbed a tangle of my hair, took back his old spot, and just plopped my cheek down against his thigh again, turning back on the TV, as if nothing had ever happened at all.
Well, there was one difference. Now he wasn't wearing any underwear, his erection mere inches away from my face. I wasn't sure if it was softening or not, because I tried to focus on the television instead of that. The TV was my narrow window back to a normal reality, one that wasn't being a sex addicted misogynist's personal rape slave.
Theo eventually came up with a new idea for what to make me do. "Darla, every time that you say something misogynistic that degrades yourself or all women, then automatically orgasm." His fingers stroked through my hair as he finished the command, leaving it up to me when and how and whether I would give in to the urge.
It was really an insidious plan on so many levels. Obviously there was the element of leaving it up to me and therefore making me complicit in my own continued degradation. But there was also the implicit threat that if I remained silent and didn't say anything, he could and might punish me.
Perhaps the cleverest part of all was when he reached down for my breast and began to gently run his finger around my areola, over and over again, his phalange brushing against my perky nipple. I couldn't come unless my body was currently being used to please him, and right now it wasn't. In other words, just this simple act was going to slowly, inexorably draw me up to the edge of another orgasm, and the only way to get out of it...
I laid there on my back, his cum slowly drying on my abs, while his finger just kept on teasing my breast. It would sometimes hop from one tit to the other, back and forth. He pretended he wasn't paying attention to me, but I'm sure he was. I'm sure that every aspect of his intellect was focused on having his bitch boss squirming like this.
It didn't take too long for me to break. Maybe one minute, maybe two? The words left my lips like a whisper: "I was born to suck Theo's cock."
My body immediately spasmed as a fresh orgasm hit me. And I realized another dark and twisted layer of the action: wireheading. If you give someone the ability to just press a button to make themselves feel good, they just press the button over and over and over again. Right now, I was still orgasming, but soon enough it would end. And then what?
I got to find out rather quickly of course. I was just left panting on my back, breathing heavily, skin slick with sweat. His fingers making a slow figure eight around either areola, brushing them, teasing them, leaving my toes curling. He was smirking. He wasn't looking at me, he kept his eyes on the T V, but he was smirking at me, I knew that much. Didn't he have the right to? Wasn't I behaving like a complete bitch?
Bitch, what a particular word to describe me. A crude, misogynistic insult routinely thrown at women who dared to have power, or who could stand up for themselves, or who otherwise didn't meekly lie down and let men step all over them. Now it was the perfect double-edged sword. On the one hand, I was his bitch boss. The woman who told him no, who thought she had authority over him, who planned to fire him on suspicions of something that if she'd been wrong about, would have been just a baseless paranoid psychosis on her part. On the other hand, bitch, as in the animal, a dog, lower than a human, a creature that was born to be bred.
"I'm a bitch," I whispered. There was a single pregnant moment as I wondered if that counted for the purposes of his command, and then I came.
My body twitched and jerked on the couch next to him, and he spoke up: "Lie down and remain still and quiet."
It was probably the most terrifying command he'd yet given me, because my body obeyed him. I was still coming, still experiencing desperate pleasure, my pussy spasming around nothing, but my hips were no longer bucking. No noises were escaping my throat. I was just staring up at the ceiling as pleasure fried my brain.
When the orgasm finally left me, I tried to move my lips, and I could. But no sound came out. I couldn't even whimper. I tried to reach out for his thigh, to tap it, to tell him, to show me a little bit of mercy, and let me speak up, but that, too, wasn't available. He told me to lie still and quiet, so I was stuck here until he realized his mistake.
Maybe it wasn't even a mistake. Maybe it was on purpose. Part of his slow, methodical work to manipulate me. At this point I was now desperate for the chance to crudely degrade myself so that I could orgasm again. I was getting closer and closer to being the perfect misogynistic bitch he was trying to turn me into.
After a couple minutes, he glanced down at me, his expression confused more than anything else, and then he smirked as he saw my expression. "What, trying to hold out?" He asked me, and I just remained still there, my mouth moving but no sound coming out. Tears were forming in my eyes from sexual desperation as he continued to tease and play with my breasts. "Oh," he said at last, "you can talk now."
"Thank you for letting this stupid bitch talk. Her body exists for your pleasure," I said and instantly got two back-to-back orgasms. My body didn't twitch, though, remaining completely still, my pussy spasming around nothing. As I moaned, eyelashes fluttering rapidly, he just groped one of my breaths as he enjoyed the sight of me like that.
He looked down at me curiously and then raised his hand from my breast. I just panted in the afterglow of the orgasm. "Damn, you really are staying still." He pushed his tongue against his cheek, then shifted. "Get down on your hands and knees in front of me so I can use you as a footstool. Then remain totally still, though you can still talk."
My clit throbbed as I realized exactly what he was doing to me, but I really had no choice. I got up off the couch and got in front of his seat and he just casually kicked his legs up on my back. I remained locked still. Luckily, it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable to me as it would have been for a normal woman in that situation, given that I was about to spend an interminable period of time as his footstool.
It was obviously also incredibly humiliating. He wasn't even punishing me, really. A glance up at him out of the corner of my eye showed that his expression was just curious. Here I was, his boss, a CEO, a PhD... a superhero, though he didn't know it... and I was being reduced to his little science experiment. He never pushed Grace and Penny like this because they might have figured out that something was wrong. But with me, he could now figure out exactly how strong his mind control powers were. Could learn the full extent of exactly how they worked.
By that point his cum had dried on my stomach, so I wasn't dripping on the floor. Well, I wasn't dripping his cum on the floor. My pussy was dripping like crazy though, my juices running down my inner thighs. I didn't even tremble as my arousal remained spiked incredibly high, from a mix of his earlier playing with my breast, and now the fresh new humiliation of being put in this position.
You really should have just gone along with it and not tried to get away. Now, who knows how he's going to fuck with you?
That was the bitch speaking, putting the original me, the me who had dignity, in her place, noting how stupid and self-destructive her behavior had ultimately proven to be. My thoughts went back to that first night, when I thought that I was just horny. I was actually happy, even if a little humiliated. Certainly, not as humiliated as this.
I didn't want to think about it, though. I swallowed and then started to speak. "I am a stupid bitch. Women are stupid bitches." Two orgasms hit me hard and I struggled to continue to speak, but I wanted to. "I served better as Theo's footstool than as a person." Another orgasm. A furious pang of humiliation running through my whole body right alongside the pleasure. I let the bitch decide my next line. "Thank you so much for showing me what a woman is meant to be used for."
At that point I was a desperate addict to the orgasms, seeking out one after another after another. Theo just continued to watch his show, though I'm sure my moaning and self-degradation was certainly distracting him. I have no idea how much he could have possibly absorbed, honestly.
It didn't matter, though. I wasn't even performing for an audience anymore. At this point I was only performing for myself. For my own orgasms. I let myself drown in them, and tried to forget where I actually was.
When the show finally ended, Theo casually stretched, kicking my face with his foot, clearly on purpose. I didn't actually move, though, as his foot pressed against my cheek. I had been ordered not to, and I was strong enough not to, so I didn't. He kicked my face a couple more times, as if for good measure, but I just remained still. Please God don't let him figure out that I'm invulnerable from kicking my face right now.
Shush. You're hardly 'invulnerable' at this point. You're just a bitch.
My pussy spasmed at that thought. "Thank you for kicking my face, honey." Another orgasm.
"You know," Theo said at last, "I don't know if I'm really getting anything out of this whole housewife roleplay," he explained. He stood up altogether, stretching again. "I mean we both know you're not a good cook yet. So what's the point? I guess I could make you clean up around the house, but honestly Penny's done that plenty enough times. It's hardly a mess anymore."
I didn't want to be demoted. "I'm sorry, darling," I said. "Wasn't it nice when I was resting on your lap like a good bitch should?" I had another little orgasm, my body not moving as I moaned.
"Quiet," he ordered me, and I fell silent. "Orgasm," he said. I came. I couldn't moan, I couldn't even twitch, but my pussy rapidly spasmed nonetheless. He slid two fingers inside of me at that point. "Come," he ordered, and I came again, my pussy tightening up on his fingers, which he promptly pulled out. He moved his hand around to my face, casually forcing open my jaw, and shoved his fingers in there. "Clean them off. It's your mess." My tongue became active, licking at his fingers, my lips slurping alongside it. When he felt satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and looked down at me again.
"Follow me," he ordered. He took me back to his room; I still had to crawl. "Get in the closet," he said, "and enter this box." It was a really big box, and once I was in it, he folded it up over my head, hiding me inside of it. It had those little grips, so I could see out of those, but no more than that. He looked down at me. "Can you see the bed from there?"
"No, dear." Technically I could, but without using my power I couldn't, and even the bitch had the sense to keep the fact that I was Andromeda from him.
"Alright, move around inside of there, as quiet as you can, until you can see the bed." I was inside of the box so he couldn't see me, so I could just gently float myself a fraction of an inch over the base and move around to get into his preferred position. It came so naturally that I had no idea if I could have not done it if the box hadn't been closed, and my heart pounded in my chest at that thought. "You moving?"
"I moved, dear."
"Damn you're quiet. Now can you see the bed?"
"Yes, dear."
I honestly had no idea what he was building up to. He just reached over for his phone, humming as he held it in his hand. "Grace, I think," he said. He clicked a button and put the phone to his ear. Grace apparently answered quickly. "Hey, Grace. I'm at home alone and was thinking of you. Mind coming over? If you're in the middle of something, that's fine. I can call Penny or Darla."
"I heard you had a fight with Darla, and no I'm free." I wouldn't have been able to hear Grace without my superhearing, but I was already putting together the pieces of what was happening.
"Nah, Darla just had a little freak out, you know, first time sub and all that. We totally made up. It's fine. Since you're free, come over, slave," he ordered, and I felt my clit throb as I wondered - no, knew she now had no choice but to come over. She didn't know that, though. I couldn't tell her as much, either.
Theo soon hung up the call and turned his attention back to me in the box. "Start masturbating, and you're allowed to come, but stay quiet. Don't make a peep until I tell you otherwise."
Oh god, he's going to make me watch him fuck Grace. That thought, combined with the hand in between my legs, made me come. I jittered around inside of the box.
"Oh, and don't move unless you have to, to keep an eye on the bed. Just watch from your little cuck box like a good little wifey."
I came again.
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