Chapter 1: Introduction
The old town of Marisville was a place that time seemed to have forgotten. Nestled between undulating hills and a whispering forest, it was a relic of a bygone era, where the pace of life moved slowly and the air tasted like memory. Most of the townsfolk had been born here, lived their lives, and died here, their stories etched into the very soil.
Ethan West had left Marisville at the age of eighteen, eager to escape the stifling small-town atmosphere and the ghosts of his past.
Now, a decade later, he found himself standing on the porch of his childhood home, looking out at the familiar landscape with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. The house was a classic two-story affair, with a beautiful garden, evidence of his parent’s hard work. He’d just watched them drive away, heading on a month long trip abroad. He was happy for his parents but it felt weird to be back in his hometown.
Weirder still was the dream he’d had last night, the first night in his high school bedroom in years. He’d seen visions of his old classmates in all sorts of compromising positions. He’d woken up with serious morning wood that he’d had to take care of in the shower before going down for breakfast. There was a buzzing awareness in his head, like he could feel the thoughts and feelings of the whole world. It should be overwhelming but somehow, it felt natural.
At breakfast, his mom has handed him the ketchup for his eggs right as he’d prepared to ask for it. Every time he thought of asking for something, his parents seemed to anticipate it somehow, getting it for him before the words left his mouth. Were they anticipating it— or was he subconsciously controlling them? It was a ridiculous thought but not a new one. Ethan had always dreamed of getting to have control over reality, over people. Did something happen and he suddenly had that power?
Now that his parents had left, it was time to find out. He knew many of his classmates stuck around after high school, he’d been one of the few to leave, so there were ample potential test subjects. However, when he’d been waving goodbye to his parents, he’d noticed that next door, his former neighbor Tia seemed to also be housesitting.
Tia and Ethan had once been friends, running around their backyards and neighborhoods while their parents chatted. But high school hit and Tia blossomed into a leggy brunette bombshell, her popularity instantly skyrocketing. From then on, their days of close friendship became ammo for her snide comments and merciless bullying, playing on insecurities she’d picked up on over the years.
She was the perfect starting point. If he could get Tia to obey him, he’d really know he had powers. Besides, he’d always had a lingering fascination with her, even after years of her cruel teasing. He saw her now, outside her house, folding laundry on the porch. She was still leggy and beautiful, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was wearing a short denim skirt with a white tank top that hugged her curves just right.
He took a deep breath and headed next door. She looked up as he approached, a smirk already forming on her lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Ethan West. Back for some more abuse, huh?”
He smiled, trying to keep it casual.
"Just thought I'd say hi, Tia. It's been a while."
She laughed, mocking, "A whole decade, Ethan. You've changed." Her eyes ran over him, lingering a beat too long on his crotch. "Grown up nicely."
He felt a jolt, a sense of her desire, faint but undeniable. He swallowed, his own desire stirring. "You too, Tia. You're... beautiful."
She rolled her eyes, done with any pretense of friendship. "Flattering, Westy, but not news to me.” Great, she was just as bitchy and shallow as ever. He wouldn’t have to feel bad about testing his abilities on her, if he had any.
Ethan tried to push a thought towards her: “You should ask to come over to my place, Tia. It’s been too long since you’ve been fucked and you’re feeling pretty desperate. If I let you come over, every step is going to be like rubbing your clit, your soaking pussy lewdly squelching the whole way over.”
If he was going to try this, he wanted to know for certain it was working.
He could’ve sworn he felt as the command lodge itself in her brain. Her eyes glazed over in sudden lust as she moaned. She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy already beginning to drool and make audible wet noises.
“Say, Ethan,” she gasped and moaned. “It’s been, uhn, a long time. Why don’t you invite me over mmm so we can catch up?”
It was clear to Ethan that his command had worked. He’d never seen anyone become so sexed up and desperate so quickly. Her pupils were dilated, her breath coming in rapid pants, and her nipples were hardening into tight peaks under her shirt. She was almost panting, her hands already reaching for the hem of her skirt.
“Fuck, Ethan,” she whimpered, echoing the filthy word like a mantra. It was all she could focus on. Fuck Ethan, Fuck Ethan.
She was pulling her skirt up, revealing those long, tanned legs. He could see the lacy edge of her panties, soaked through already. She bit her lip, moaning as she touched herself, rubbing her clit through the thin fabric. She didn’t know why she was doing this, why she was so turned on. Ethan was a loser and yet, right now, she’d never wanted anyone more. She rocked her hips, feeling the slickness between her legs increase, her pussy throbbing for a touch, a taste, anything. She wanted to feel him, to lick him, to suck him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted all of it, wanted him, wanted him now.
Ethan stood there, watching her, his eyes locked onto her as she groped herself. The feeling in his head was intense, like a storm brewing. He could taste her desire, could feel it radiating off her in waves. But he could also feel her desperation, her need. It fed into him and outward, amplifying, magnifying everything.
He could sense her fingers tracing her slit through her panties, the wet fabric clinging to her labia lips, her clit aching and throbbing. He felt a surge of power, a rush of raw pleasure that coursed through him like electricity. It was heady, intoxicating, and he reveled in it.
He moved closer, his fingers reaching out to tangle in her hair, gripping tightly. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Okay, Tia, sure. Let’s catch up.” He whispered down at her, watching her body shudder with pure need. “Just follow me.” He let go of her hair and stepped off her porch, heading across the yard to his house.
Tia followed him, her steps clumsy and uncoordinated, her legs shaking with the effort of keeping upright. Every step felt like a spasm of pleasure, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for any kind of friction.
She stumbled after him, her panties soaked through, her juices dripping down her thighs. She wanted to touch herself, to bring herself off, but she couldn't do anything but follow him, her body completely under his control.
Ethan could hear the wet sounds of her pussy, drooling with need. Stepping onto his porch so he could look down at the shuddering slut, he smirked.
“God, Tia, is that sound you? Are you such a desperate cunt that I can literally hear it while you walk? That’s disgusting.
You’re such a filthy whore, Tia, you always were, weren’t you? You’d dip your fingers into that stinking cunt of yours anytime you thought of me, wouldn’t you? You’d finger fuck yourself to the thought of Ethan West, little loser Ethan West, wouldn’t you?”
Tia couldn’t stop herself from nodding, every word Ethan said making her throb with need. She was so wet, so ready, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. Suddenly, she remembered it. She had always had a crush on Ethan, even when she was mean to him. He was different, always so quiet and thoughtful. So hot. She don’t know why she’d been so awful to him, god she hoped he’d give a filthy, disgusting cunt like her a chance. She needed it. She needed him. She needed him to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her right now.
Ethan pushed open the door and pulled her inside, shoving her to her knees the second the door closed. She looked up at him, her pupils dilated, her lips parted, her breath coming in strange little gasps. She was desperate for him, absolutely desperate.
Her eyes were wide, her lips were parted, and her chest was heaving as she looked up at Ethan, her pupils dilated with lust and need. Ethan could feel the filthy desire radiating off of her in waves, could taste her desperation, her need. He could feel her hands trembling at her sides, her fingers twitching with the need to touch, to feel.
“Oh Tia, it looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. You’d better take that skirt off before you ruin it with your slut juices.” He said mockingly. “Take it off, Tia. Shove that skirt down and show me that pretty little cunt of yours.”
Tia didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the button on her skirt, her fingers slipping and grasping as she tried to get the fabric down. She heard Ethan laugh, a low, dark sound that made her pussy clench.
“Come on, Tia. Don’t be such a clumsy little slut. Get that fucking skirt off. Are you such a dumb slut that you can’t even take a skirt off? Rip it off for me, Tia. Tear that thing to fucking shreds and show me your pathetic, drooling cunt.” He growled. “Don’t make me tell you again, Tia. Fucking rip it off. Show me how desperate you are to get fucked.”
Tia’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need as she gripped the hem of her skirt and tore. The fabric gave way, shredding and ripping under her hands as she yanked it off, leaving her in nothing but a soaked white tank top and a pair of torn panties.
Ethan smirked, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
She was a fucking mess, juices dripping down her thighs, her pussy swollen and red, her nipples hard and aching. She was gorgeous, the picture of desperate need.
"Fucking pathetic," he murmured, his voice low and dark. "Look at you, Tia. Look at how fucking desperate you are. Your cunt is fucking dripping, isn't it? Your pussy is aching for a cock, isn't it? Your whore cunt is so fucking needy, so fucking desperate, it's leaking all over the fucking floor. Are you that much of a fucking slut, Tia?
Are you that much of a needy little cunt that you'll do anything, say anything, just to get fucked? You'll be my little fucking whore, won't you? You'll be my pathetic little slut, won't you, Tia?"
Ethan’s words were like a whip, cracking through the air, lashing into Tia’s mind. She felt an overwhelming sense of shame, of humiliation, but it only served to heighten her arousal. She was a filthy fucking slut, wasn’t she? She’d always known it, deep down.
She was a slut, a dirty little whore who would do anything for a cock, for the touch of a man. She’d always been like this, always so fucking needy. She’d never admit it, not to anyone, but she knew it was true. She was a pathetic little cunt, desperate for dick, desperate for Ethan.
Ethan’s words were like a lash across her back, driving her to her knees, making her whimper with need. She was a pathetic little slut, and she wanted him to know it. She wanted him to see it, to use her for it.
Ethan could feel his words changing reality, warping Tia’s memories. She never been very sexual during high school, always just trailing behind her best friend Clara, two bitchy Queen bees. But now? Her memories of high school were filled with nights alone in her bedroom, shoving her fingers into her cunt, silently begging for Ethan to fuck her into submission. She’d now spent the decade since high school wearing out vibrator after vibrator, constantly cumming to the thought of her high school crush.
In a moment, with just a few words, Ethan had changed her entire adult life. He'd twisted her memories until they were nothing more than a dirty, disgusting fantasy, one that centered entirely around him. He could feel it, could taste her humiliation, her degradation. He could feel her slutty little cunt throbbing with need, her pussy aching for a cock, for him.
He ran his eyes over her again, taking in her flushed skin, her hard nipples, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was a fucking mess, a dirty little slut, and she was his. He wanted to hear her beg.
"Please, Ethan," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please fuck me.
Please, Ethan, I need your cock. I need it so fucking bad. Please, please fuck me. I'm your slut, your filthy little whore. Please, please give me what I need. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel your cock stretching me, filling me. Please, Ethan, please fuck me. I'm begging you. Please, please let me be your little slut. Let me be your dirty little whore. Please, please let me suck your cock. Please, please let me taste you. Please, please let me make you cum. Please, Ethan.”
“I’m not sure you deserve it, Tia. You were so cruel to me in high school. Don’t you think you deserve a little punishment first? Then I’ll decide if you’ve earned a taste of my cock. Maybe I’ll even let you touch it, if you’re good enough.” Ethan’s voice was laced with cruelty, a stark contrast to the pleasure he was feeling, watching Tia squirm and beg like a fucking dog. Her pleading was so filthy, so desperate, it was almost obscene. He could feel her mind, her reality warping, her thoughts twisting and contorting to fit his every whim. She was his to command, his to control.
Tia looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, her lips parted, her breath coming in little gasps. “Yes, Ethan, yes. Punish me. Make me your little slut. Please, Ethan, please. I deserve it.
I deserve it so much, Ethan. I was such a fucking bitch to you. I made your life a living hell, didn't I? I was such a mean, horrible cunt. I teased you, I humiliated you, I made you the laughing stock of our entire fucking school. I was such a fucking bitch, Ethan. I was a fucking evil little slut, and I deserve whatever you want to do to me. Please, Ethan, please punish me. Make me your dirty little whore. Please, Ethan, please.”
Ethan smirked at her desperate pleading.
“I’m glad you understand, Tia. I was worried all the nights you spent cumming over and over would’ve fried your pathetic little brain but it’s good to know it still works. Say Tia, are you any good at humping? At fucking your needy clitty against something until you fucking see stars? Is that something you’d do for me?” He said, condescendingly mocking her. “You better be, because I’m not going to waste my time with some stupid slut who can only hump like a fucking virgin.”
Tia whimpered, her pussy throbbing at his words. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment, the sting of humiliation, but it only served to make her more aroused. She was desperate to prove herself, desperate to show him that she could be the filthy little whore he wanted her to be.
“Please, Ethan,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, let me show you. Please, let me hump myself for you.”
Ethan pretended to ignore her, walking right past her desperate gaze as he went into the living room and sat on a chair like it was a throne.
“Aren’t you coming, slut? I don’t have patience for bitches who can’t crawl fast enough towards their punishments so you better make it quick.” Ethan commanded, his voice laced with cruelty and impatience.
Tia crawled towards him, her movements desperate and clumsy, her hands and knees leaving marks on the carpet as she hurried to reach him. She could feel the room spinning, her head dizzy with desire and humiliation. She was a filthy little slut, and she was going to prove it.
She reached him and without waiting for further instruction, she began to hump the leg of the chair he was sitting on, her drooling cunt rubbing against the hard wood. She could feel the friction, could feel the heat building between her legs, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
She needed to feel something hard and unyielding inside her, filling her up, stretching her out. She needed Ethan. She moaned, her body writhing against the chair leg, her pussy aching and throbbing.
Ethan watched her, his eyes dark with lust and cruelty. He could feel her desperation, could taste her humiliation. He wanted more. He wanted her to suffer, to beg, to plead. He wanted her to fucking break.
“You’re pathetic, Tia,” he said, his voice low and harsh. “Look at you, humping a fucking chair leg like a goddamn dog in heat. God, that’s disgusting. I didn’t tell you to do that. You did that all on your own.
I didn't tell you to fuck yourself on my chair, did I, you pathetic little whore? Did I say you could cum, you filthy little slut? Did I give you permission to get off while you begged for my cock? Get back and show me that filthy little cunt."
Tia immediately halted her desperate humping and pulled away from the chair, her body shaking with the effort to stop. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with tears and need, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"No, Ethan. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to disobey you, Ethan. I'm just so fucking desperate, so needy. I've been aching for you for so long. I'm sorry." Tia's voice was thick with tears and need, her body shaking with the effort to keep still.
"I know you are, Tia. I can taste it. I can feel it. But you still disobeyed me, didn't you? You went ahead and humped my fucking chair without permission. You're a dirty little whore, Tia. A filthy fucking slut. And right now, you belong to me. Every fucking inch of you. You told me you agreed to be punished and still decided to ignore me and race over here to hump a chair leg. If you’re not going to take this seriously, you can just leave. I won’t have that kind of selfish, whorish behavior from my sluts.” Ethan sneered, his voice a low growl, heavy with disdain. “You want my cock, Tia? You want to feel me inside you? You want all the pleasure that comes with being a filthy little whore for me? Then you’ll do as you’re told. You’ll beg for your punishment, and you’ll love every fucking minute of it. Otherwise, you can get the fuck out.”
Tia was trembling, her legs splayed wide, her pussy dripping, her body aching for his touch, his taste, his fucking cock. She didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to please him. He’d told her he wanted her to hump something, hadn’t he? She couldn’t remember now. Maybe she had just selfishly began fucking herself against his chair like a disgusting whore. She wasn’t sure now. The lines were so blurry. All she knew was that she was desperate for him, desperate for his cock, desperate to be his dirty little slut. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to be alone with her aching need. She wanted to be here, wanted to be his.
“Please, Ethan,” she begged, her voice shaking with tears and desperation. “Please don’t make me leave. Please, I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Please, Ethan, please let me be your slut.
I’m begging you. I’ll do anything you want, I swear. I’ll take your punishment, I’ll be your filthy little whore. Just please, please don’t make me leave,” Tia pleaded, her voice raw with desperate need.
Ethan watched her, his eyes dark and predatorial, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He could feel her desperation, her humiliation, her sheer, raw need. He could taste it, could feel it radiating off of her in waves. He wanted to see her squirm, wanted to watch her suffer, wanted to make her beg for more.
“I accept your apology, cunt. But don’t let it happen again. Your stupid slut brain doesn’t know anything so you should never think without my permission. You think what I want, when I want, got it, bitch?” he growled, his voice whipping through the room like a lash across her back. Tia flinched, her body trembling with the force of his command. She was desperate, so fucking desperate, and she would do anything he asked. She needed to feel him, to taste him, to have him inside her.
“Yes, Ethan,” she whimpered, her voice thick with need. “I’ll only think what you want me to think. I’ll be your good little slut.”
Ethan sneered, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. “Good.
Now crawl over here, you pathetic little slut. Show me that filthy little cunt of yours. I want to see how desperate you are, how fucking needy you are for my cock.”
Tia didn’t hesitate. She crawled to Ethan on her hands and knees, her ass swaying with each movement. She could feel her juices dripping onto the carpet, her pussy so soaked and needy that it was leaking onto the floor. She reached Ethan and positioned herself between his legs, her hands resting on his knees. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desperate need, her lips parted, her breath coming in little gasps.
“God, you’re such a pathetic slut, Tia. But I think you could be better. Take off your top, show me your pathetic little tits, bitch. But keep that soaked thong on, I want it to remind you that you’re so desperate that you’ve fully soaked through your panties, that you wore underwear to hide being a slut just to soak right through it. You could take them off completely but I want you to feel wrung out, like you’re a piece of clothing that doesn’t need to be washed, just thrown out as a fucking rag.”
Tia nodded quickly, pulling her top off over her head and throwing it to the side. Her tits were beautiful, round and full, her nipples hard and aching. She could feel Ethan’s eyes on her, burning into her skin, and she felt a surge of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Ethan said, his voice low and dark. “Now, lean back and spread your legs.
Let me see that fucking cunt of yours, slut.” Ethan's voice was a low growl, dark and demanding. Tia immediately complied, leaning back on her hands and spreading her legs wide, her feet planted firmly on the floor. She could feel the cool air of the room against her soaked pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was fully on display for Ethan, her entire body open and vulnerable to his gaze.
Ethan looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
There wasn’t anything wrong with her tits but Ethan wanted to see what else he could do. He focused on her writhing, shuddering body and imagined her with ridiculous fake tits capped in hard, sensitive nipples. He gave her memories of seeing he’d liked a social media post of someone with fake tits and booking an appointment right then. He added to her nights of masturbation that she spent every night with nipple clamps on, hoping that if she was finally worthy of Ethan, her nipples would be so ridiculous and sensitive that he’d laugh at them, she’d punished her tits for years in the hopes she’d be amusing for him. Ethan could see her body shuddering as the images filled her mind, her nipples growing harder and more sensitive. She squealed at the vivid memories of pain and pleasure, her body writhing as she imagined Ethan laughing at her.
“Oh god, Ethan,” she moaned, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. “Oh god, my tits are so fucking sensitive now. I can barely touch them without feeling like I’m going to cum. Oh god, it’s so fucking good. Please, Ethan, please touch them. Please play with my pathetic little tits.”
Ethan grinned, his eyes dark with lust and cruelty.
He loved seeing her squirm, loved watching her writhe in pain and pleasure. He wanted to see her beg, wanted to see her break.
"Oh fuck, Ethan, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need and desperation. "Please touch my fucking tits, please. Please, Ethan, please play with my pathetic little tits for you. Please, Ethan, please use me."
Ethan smirked, his eyes still locked onto her tits, watching as they heaved with rapid, desperate breaths. He could feel her desire, could taste it in the air, could see it written all over her body.
He knew what she wanted and he wanted to see what would happen. So he reached out and flicked each hard nipple, laughing at her like her lifelong debasement was the funniest thing he’d seen. Like her ridiculous sex melons made her a total joke to him. He laughed as her body arched, her back bowing off the floor as her nipples throbbing under his touch. He squeezed them harder, pinching them until she was wailing, tears of pain and pleasure leaking from her eyes.
He flicked them again, laughing as she howled, her back arching, her pussy throbbing with every movement.
"God, Ethan, fuck, your touch is like fucking fire," she cried out, her body convulsing with the contact. "Please, Ethan, please, I can't take it. It's too much."
Ethan laughed, a wicked, cruel sound that sent shivers down Tia's spine. "You wanted me to touch them, slut," he growled. "You wanted me to play with your fucking joke tits. And now you're crying like a little fucking baby. How pathetic are you, Tia?
How fucking desperate for my touch are you that you’re reduced to begging like a fucking dog?" Ethan taunted, his voice harsh and cruel. He continued to flick and pinch her nipples, laughing as she squirmed and moaned, her body writhing with desire and pain. "You're a real fucking mess, aren't you, slut? Look at you, dripping with need, begging for more. You're a fucking joke, you know that?"
Tia was sobbing now, her body convulsing with each flick of Ethan's fingers.
“What made you think I’d want you like this? With fake tits and nipples you could see from space? How did anyone take you seriously all these years, you ridiculous pain slut?”
The thought of her begging for him to touch her pathetic excuse for tits made her cunt throb. It was all so humiliating, and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. She was a fucking mess, a needy little slut, and she loved every second of it.
Ethan watched her squirm and beg, her body a symphony of pain and pleasure. He could feel the surge of power as he controlled her, as he made her feel things she’d never imagined. He loved it, loved the way she begged and cried and moaned. He wanted to see her break.
“I told you that thinking was a waste of your time. You thought for yourself and now look at you, a clown wouldn’t fuck those balloon tits.” With a final flick, he released her tits, laughing as she gasped and sobbed, her body convulsing with the sudden lack of stimulation.
Ethan stood up, his movements slow and purposeful. He towered over her, his shadow falling across her body. Tia looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desire. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She was so desperate, so needy, her body aching for his touch.
“Please, Ethan,” she begged, her voice shaking with need. “Please fuck me. Please, I need your cock so bad.”
“I thought I made myself clear, Tia. You haven’t even earned the sight of my cock, let alone a touch or a taste. Now, given how eager you were to hump my chair leg, I think you deserve to grind your pathetic clit on the toe of my boot. You’re already a ridiculous pain slut with balloon tits who humps like a bitch in heat, so why don’t you show me?” Ethan commanded, his voice low and cold, sending shivers down Tia’s spine.
She looked down at his boot, then back up at him, her eyes filled with desperate need and humiliation. She nodded, whimpering as she scooted closer to him, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Good girl,” Ethan said, his voice hard and cruel. “Now get that pathetic little cunt over here and grind on my boot like the slut you are.”
Tia moaned, a low, desperate sound that echoed through the room.
She could feel her face flushing with humiliation, her body burning with need. She scooted towards him, her eyes locked onto his boot, her heart pounding in her chest. She was desperate to feel him, desperate to have him inside her, but she knew she had to earn it. She had to prove herself to him, had to show him that she was worthy of his cock.
She reached his boot and hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. He was watching her, his eyes dark and intense, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. He didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow, a silent command to get on with it.
Tia bit her lip, her eyes flicking between his face and his boot before she finally moved, positioning herself over his foot and beginning to grind her soaked pussy against the leather.
She moaned immediately, the feeling of the rough leather against her sensitive clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. It was crude, degrading, but fuck, did it feel good. She could feel the heat building between her legs, could feel her pussy throbbing and aching for more.
Ethan watched her, his eyes dark and intense, his lips curled into a cruel smirk.
He loved seeing her squirm, loved watching her grind against his boot like a fucking animal in heat. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the leather, could feel the way she was soaking it, could smell the scent of her arousal filling the room.
"Fuck, that's disgusting," he sneered, looking down at her with pure revulsion. "Look at you, you fucking cunt. You're so desperate for my cock, you're fucking humping my boot like a goddamn dog.
You're a pathetic little slut, aren't you, Tia?" Ethan sneered, his voice a low growl, heavy with contempt. He wanted to see her break, wanted to see her beg for his mercy.
Tia moaned, her body convulsing with the harsh words, her pussy aching and throbbing with each grind against his boot. "Yes, Ethan," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I'm pathetic, I'm a slut. I need you to fuck me."
Ethan leaned down, his face inches from hers. “Are you going to be my ridiculous little dog slut? My bitch in constant heat? Will you promise to degrade yourself like the dog you are, to obey your master without hesitation?” Tia nodded eagerly, her eyes glazed over with lust and submission. “Yes, Ethan, I promise. I’ll be your pathetic little bitch, your slutty little dog. I’ll do anything you want, anything you command.”
Ethan smirked, a cruel, predatory smile that made Tia shiver with anticipation. “Good girl,” he purred, his voice low and dark, watching her shake with pleasure at his praise.
He added to her memories, manipulating her past. One night, in college, she’d cum so hard thinking about him that she came up with a ridiculous plan. She knew she’d never be worthy of Ethan, not when she’d been such a bitch. So she’d become a bitch. That night and every night since, she’d watched hours upon hours of hypnosis, training herself to be a puppy slut, to be a bitch in heat for her master. She’d made herself a ridiculous animal in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, she’d be good enough to be his pet. She’d embarrassed herself so many times over the years by hypnotizing herself. The amount of times she’d ridden the bus, only to realize she’d been humping her hand, whining like a dog. There had been days where she’d fallen asleep before the videos released her from their commands so she went throughout her day unable to speak, knowing if she opened her mouth, her tongue would loll out of her mouth and she’d only be able to bark. When she realized how desperate she was to hump things from all the hypnosis she’d consumed, she got her clit pierced so she could have something additional to grind on, enhancing her humping sessions. She spent the last decade turning herself into a pathetic little puppy slut for Ethan. She’d been trapped in this bizarre obsession, this twisted fantasy, all because of her fucking high school crush.
Ethan watched Tia as she humped against his boot and he loved seeing the degradation on her face. His cock was straining in his jeans, painfully hard and ready. He wanted to use her, to abuse her body and her mind until she was a broken, sniveling mess.
“You’re a filthy little bitch, aren’t you, Tia? You’ve been like this for years, haven’t you?
A pathetic little puppy slut, always ready to hump and beg for a taste of your master’s cock. You’ve fucking trained yourself to be a sexual animal just for me. You’re a disgusting little cunt, Tia, a fucking puppy in heat, desperate for your master’s attention. You’re such a good, little bitch, aren’t you?” Ethan purred, his voice low and dark, watching her shake with pleasure at his words. She was a dirty little slut, a pathetic little bitch, and she loved every second of it.
“You’re already sitting so let’s see how well you obey your commands, bitch. Stay.” Ethan growled at the pathetic slut, desperately humping his boot. “I said stay, you fucking puppy. Stay in your place, you stupid fucking dog. You don’t move until I say you can. Now fucking stay.”
Tia’s eyes widened in panic and she quickly stopped her movements, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. She was panting and her pussy was throbbing with the sudden lack of friction, her clit aching from the piercing she’d gotten for this exact reason. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her cunt so soaked and needy that it was leaking onto his boot.
She was shaking with the effort to stay still, her body begging for friction, for release. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desperation and need.
“Please, Ethan,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please let me move. Please let me finish. I need to cum so fucking bad. Please, Ethan, please let me grind on your boot. Please let me finish.”
Ethan smirked, watching her squirm. He could feel her desperation, could taste it in the air. He loved watching her beg, loved seeing her reduced to a pathetic, needy little slut.
“I said stay, bitch. Not speak. Are you such a dumb brainwashed cunt you don’t even know English anymore? Did you not only brainwash yourself but fuck it up too? Don’t you know the whole point of a dog is how obedient they are?” Ethan taunted, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You’re such a worthless little pet you can’t even follow a simple command like ‘stay.’ You’re pathetic, Tia. Absolutely pathetic.”
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with need and shame. She knew he was being cruel, knew he was being degrading, but she couldn’t help but crave it. She wanted Ethan to use her, to abuse her, to break her. She wanted to be his pathetic little puppy slut, his filthy little bitch. She wanted to prove to him that she was worth his time, worth his cock.
She wanted to show him that she could be the perfect little puppy slut for him.
"Please, Ethan," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please let me prove it to you. Please let me show you that I can be a good little dog for you. Please, Ethan, please give me a chance."
Ethan looked down at her, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the need and the humiliation. He loved it. He loved seeing her squirm, loved watching her beg.
"Alright, bitch," he said, his voice low and dark. “It looks like ‘stay’ is too complicated for your broken little slut brain so let’s see how my little pain puppy slut does with this one: Cum.” He slammed his boot into her sopping cunt as he commanded her to cum. "Cum for me, you pathetic little puppy slut. Cum all over my fucking boot, you filthy bitch. Show me how good you are at being a little fucking puppy cunt for me.”
Tia let out a high-pitched whine, her entire body tensing as she obeyed Ethan's command. Her cunt clenched tight around nothing, waves of pleasure crashing over her as her clit throbbed against the rough leather. She felt a surge of liquid heat as her orgasm hit her, her juices gushing out, coating Ethan's boot in her arousal.
She could feel every nerve in her body firing, her pussy clenching and unclenching as her climax shook her to her core. She was panting, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she rode out her pleasure, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He could feel the heat of her body, could smell the scent of her arousal filling the room. He loved seeing her come undone, loved watching her grind against his boot like a pathetic little puppy slut.
"Good girl," he growled, his voice low and dark. “Now keep grinding that pierced clit against my boot until you’re right on the edge again. It shouldn’t take a ridiculous, well trained whore like you long, right? I want you right on the edge again and then I want you to use that puppy dog tongue to clean your mess off of my boot like a good girl for your master.” Ethan watched her body shake as she obeyed his command, her face a picture of pure humiliation and desire. She ground her clit against his boot, her body tensing as she approached the edge again.
“Fuck, that’s right, you filthy little slut,” Ethan growled. “You’re such a fucking mess, aren’t you? Look at you, humping my boot like a pathetic little dog. You’re a fucking disgrace, Tia. A disgrace to your species. Is that why you became a dog? Because you knew you were a worthless excuse for a human?”
Tia whimpered, her body trembling with the weight of his words.
She was so close, so desperate for another release, but the thought of licking his boot clean was so fucking humiliating, so degrading. She loved it. She couldn’t wait to show her master how devoted she could be. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll clean your boot, I’ll lick your fucking shoes clean. Just please, please let me cum again. Please, Ethan, please let me finish.”
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Tia’s spine.
“Nu-uh, puppy. I told you what I wanted and a good girl obeys. A good girl doesn’t think about herself, she doesn’t hardly think at all unless her master tells her to. So get to that edge, turn off your brain, and lick my fucking boot, bitch.” Tia whimpered, her body convulsing as she ground against his boot, her clit throbbing and aching with the friction. She was so close, so fucking needy, but she couldn't make herself cum. She needed his permission, needed his command. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desperate pleading. "Please let me cum. I can't... I can't do it without your permission. Please, master, please let me cum."
Ethan smirked, his eyes dark with lust and cruelty.
"I like hearing that, slut. I like hearing you beg for my permission. But you know what? I think you're going to be a good little puppy and do as you're told, aren't you? You're going to lick my boot clean, just like a good dog, and then, just maybe, I'll let you cum again."
Tia whimpered, her body shaking with need and humiliation. She loved it, loved the way Ethan degraded her, the way he treated her like a pathetic little slut. She wanted to prove herself to him, wanted to show him that she could be the perfect little puppy.
She leaned forward, her tongue snaking out and licking at the leather, tasting her own arousal. She licked and licked, her tongue moving in long, slow strokes as she cleaned every inch of his boot. She could taste herself, her juices coating his boot, and it was humiliating and degrading and fucking hot. She loves it, loves the way he's using her, loves the way he's making her swallow her pride and lick his fucking boot like a pathetic little puppy.
She can feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for more, but she knows she needs to do as she's told. She needs to show him that she can be a good little slut, a good little puppy.
While she dutifully licks her mess off his boot, Ethan reaches down behind her and hooks his finger in her sopping cunt, fingering her from behind.
“You’re being such a good girl, Tia. You got right to the edge and obeyed me, just like you should. And you’re still going to obey, right? I’m fucking your cunt with my fingers and you’re still not gonna cum.” Ethan sneered, his voice low and dark as he finger fucked her from behind, his thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to drive her fucking insane. “You need my fucking permission to cum, don’t you, you desperate little cunt? Beg for it, puppy. Beg me to let you cum all over my fucking fingers.”
Tia was moaning and shaking, her body convulsing with each thrust of Ethan’s fingers, her clit throbbing under his thumb. She was so close, so fucking desperate to cum, but she knew she needed his permission. She knew she needed to beg.
She needed to plead and cry and moan and whimper for him to let her cum. She needed to prove to him that she was his, that she was his good little puppy slut, his pathetic little cunt.
"Please, Master," she gasped, her body convulsing with each thrust of his fingers. "Please, please let me cum. I need to feel it, need to feel my pussy clenching around your fingers. Please, Master, please let me cum. I'll be a good girl, I promise.
I’ll be your pathetic little slut, your filthy fucking dog. Just please, Ethan, please let me cum. Please let me feel it, please let me have what I need.” She begged, her voice a desperate, whining plea.
Ethan’s fingers were fucking her roughly, his thumb circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. He could feel her body tensing, her cunt clenching around his fingers as she got closer and closer to the edge.
“Not yet, puppy,” he growled, his voice low and dark. “Not until I say so.
Now lick my fucking boot clean, bitch,” Ethan commanded, his fingers still moving inside her, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit.
Tia moaned, her body convulsing as she tried to focus on licking his boot, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and humiliation. She could feel the heat of his fingers inside her, the pressure of his thumb on her clit, could taste her own arousal as she licked and sucked at his boot. She was desperate to cum, could feel her orgasm building, but she knew she needed to wait for his permission. She needed to obey him, needed to be a good little puppy slut for him.
Ethan made sure her memories were full of hypnotic edging videos, teaching her to turn off her brain and focus on her cunt, focus on obeying. He didn’t want her to even think she could cum without his say, wanted to know that she’d spent years training herself to go days without cumming, just endlessly edging. He wanted her to be nothing more than a hollow shell of herself, only existing to obey his commands. He wanted to feel her shattered completely.
“Keep licking, slut,” Ethan growled, his fingers grinding into her g-spot, making her whole body convulse. “Show me how good you are at being a pathetic, humiliated little puppy for your master.”
Tia whimpered, her body trembling as she continued to lick his boot, her juices dripping down her thighs, her cunt clenching around his fingers.
The Tia that existed this morning was completely gone. He didn’t know what her adult life had looked like and he didn’t care. Now, she’d spent over a decade training herself to be his perfect slut, to turn off her brain and not think unless she was told to. She had gotten ridiculous tits and a clit piercing, turned herself into a puppy pain slut just in the hopes that maybe her crush would like something about her. She’d destroyed herself just to please a man she hadn’t seen since high school.
Ethan let that truth stew in her mind, let her dwell on the sheer desperation and need that had driven her to this point. He watched her, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he imagined all the hours she’d spent alone, her fingers buried deep inside her cunt, her clit piercing rubbing against the vibrations of her favorite toy. He could see it all, could taste her humiliation and desperation, and it only served to fuel his desire.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice low and dark. "You're doing so well, slut. You're being such a good little puppy for your master.”
Ethan could feel the humiliation radiating off her body, dripping from her tongue as she licked his boot clean. He wanted to see how far he could push her, how deep he could break her. He wanted to see her shatter, wanted to see the pieces of her scattered and destroyed. He wanted to be the one to put them back together again, to own every single fucking piece of her.
"That's enough, puppy," Ethan said, pulling his fingers out of her cunt with a wet, disgusting squelch. Tia whined, her body convulsing with need as he withdrew, her clit throbbing with desire.
“I like when you sound like that, puppy. When you don’t make human sounds. In fact, I don’t want to hear you make any human noises until I tell you to. Really, if you’re a good girl, you won’t think like a human either. Because you’re not one anymore, are you? From the day you turned 18, you knew you’d never be a human again, you were just a slut waiting for her master. So be a good girl and just think like the bitch in heat you are.”
Tia whimpered, her breath ragged, her mind finally shutting off. She was no longer Tia the girl next door, no longer Tia the popular mean girl. She wasn’t even Tia the puppy slut anymore. She was just a filthy, desperate cunt, waiting for her master’s command.
Ethan smirked, enjoying the sight of her reduced to such a pathetic state. He stood up and unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring free. It was hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He grabbed it with one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at her.
He relished the utter absence in her eyes. He knew she’d listened. She’d been a good girl and turned off her brain. She’d been begging for his cock this whole time and now, here it was, right in front of her face, and she didn’t have the thoughts in her brain to even acknowledge it. She was totally blank, just a body to have a cunt for him. As he took his cock in his hand, he couldn't help but think how perfect this was. "You see this, slut?" he demanded, his voice low and dark.
Her eyes flicked up to his cock, and he could see her drooling instantly. She was salivating at the sight of him, her body trembling with need. He watched as she took a deep breath, her body shifting onto all fours, presenting herself to him like a fucking animal.
"You want this, bitch?" he growled, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you can handle this?" He stroked his cock, showing her how thick and hard he was.
He could see her drooling, her mouth watering at the sight of him, her body trembling with need. "You want to taste this cock, don't you, slut? You want me to fuck your face, make you gag on my thick, hard cock? You want to feel my cum down your throat? Beg for it, bitch. Beg for my cock."
Tia let out a pathetic whine, her body shaking with need as she crawled towards him, her eyes locked onto his cock. She could feel the desperation burning inside her, the need to taste him, to feel him inside her.
She was a pathetic little slut, a worthless cunt, and she was begging for his cock. She wanted him to use her, to abuse her, to make her feel like the pathetic little puppy she was.
She whined and whimpered, her brain only having enough thoughts in it to fuel her most primal desires. Obey and Fuck. Fuck and obey. She didn’t need to think, to speak. All she needed was to obey and fuck. That was all her brain could process as she crawled towards Ethan, her eyes locked onto his cock, her body aching with need. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching, her cunt soaked with her desire. She needed him, needed his cock, needed him to use her like the pathetic little puppy slut she was.
Ethan watched her, a cruel smile playing on his lips as she crawled towards him like a fucking animal in heat. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the need burning inside her, the sheer, raw hunger for his cock.
He loved it, loved seeing her like this, loved watching her beg and whimper and crawl like a pathetic little animal.
"Get up here, you fucking slut," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. "Get up on your knees and show me that pathetic little cunt of yours. Let me see how much you want my cock."
Tia quickly scrambled to her knees, her eyes never leaving his cock. She was panting, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with need. She spread her legs wide, presenting herself to him, her soaked pussy on full display.
She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could feel the weight of his contempt radiating off of him. She was a filthy little slut, a pathetic little cunt, and she wanted him to use her like one.
"Fucking look at you," Ethan sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. "Look at your pathetic little cunt, all soaked and ready for my cock. You're a fucking mess, Tia. A filthy, disgusting little whore."
Tia whined, her body shaking with need and humiliation.
She knew she was a pathetic little slut, knew she was a filthy, disgusting whore. She wanted to prove herself to him, wanted to show him that she could be his perfect little puppy slut. She wanted him to use her, to abuse her, to make her feel like the pathetic little bitch she was. She wanted to be his dirty little cunt, his filthy little bitch.
"Open your mouth, bitch." Ethan commanded, his voice dark and commanding. Tia immediately complied, her mouth falling open, her tongue lolling out like a fucking dog.
Ethan sneered at the sight, his cock throbbing at the humiliation in her eyes. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed his cock towards her face.
"Suck," he commanded, his voice low and dark. "Suck my fucking cock like the pathetic little slut you are. Show me how desperate you are to taste me, to choke on my thick cock."
Tia immediately latched onto his cock, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue lapping at the pre-cum leaking from the tip. She sucked him in, her lips sliding down his shaft, her jaw straining to take him all the way.
He’d absolutely ruined her mind so he didn’t feel any guilt playing with her reality a little more. His hands in her hair, he decided she had been a good enough puppy to get some dog features. He made her tongue longer so it could wrap around his cock better. He decided she’d look cute with puppy ears so she got those too. Her blank eyes really completed the look. She was just an empty headed fuck pet, just like he’d made her.
She was a fuck toy that existed to make him cum and she was doing a fucking fantastic job of it. He could feel her tongue moving around his cock, lapping at the shaft, sucking at the head. He could feel her teeth grazing against his skin, barely there but enough to make him groan with pleasure.
He’d made her jaw unhinge like a snake’s so she was able to take his entire cock down her throat, her nose pressed up against his balls. He could feel her saliva dripping down her chin, could feel her throat constricting around his cock as she swallowed.
He groaned, the sound low and dark as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and contempt.
"That's right, you pathetic little slut," he growled, his voice low and dark. “Good fucking girl. Swallow that cock like the dog you are. Show me how desperate you are to please your master. You want to make me cum, don't you, puppy?”
Her tongue was wrapping around his cock, lapping at him like he was a fucking popsicle, licking him all the way up and down. She couldn’t believe how fucking massive he was, his cock was fucking huge, and her brain was absolutely fried from the hypnosis he’d been piling on her. She was nothing more than a brainless fuck puppy and she loved it.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice a low growl as he looked down at her blank expression. “Keep sucking, you pathetic little slut.
Show me what a good fucking dog you are,” Ethan commanded, his voice filled with dark pleasure as he looked down at the wreck of a girl he had created. Tia’s eyes were blank, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she eagerly sucked his cock, her throat working to take him down deeper.
He could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, her throat constricting tightly around him as she tried to take more of his length. He grabbed her hair tighter, his fingers tangling in her locks as he began to thrust his hips, fucking her face like the dirty little whore she was.