The School Bully, Part 1

A Different Kind Of Pussy

I, the School Bully, see you, pussy boi, over by your locker, trying to hide from me, making yourself look smaller than you already are, hoping I’ll breeze by you and ignore you.  Normally, I would, but not today.  Today you will learn about serving your Mistress! You see me coming toward you, dressed in my cheerleading uniform.  Staring at the ground, you first see my gleaming black shoes, white knit knee socks, my long and toned legs, and as you begin to lift your head, you see the short skirt that barely reaches my mid-thigh and then the tight and sexy pink sweater that shows off all my womanly curves.  Finally, you look into to my face, into my eyes, smoldering with annoyance at you.  “Bitch, better have my money,” I say with barely veiled contempt.  “What…what money?” you stammer.

DCP_4365 - CopyA Deal With A Femdom Bully

SMACK!  I slap you right across the face.  “What money?  You know exactly what I said! Don’t act like you forgot.”  You know we had a deal.  Every day, you SPOIL me or give me all the money you have, and in return, I allow you to continue to spoil me.  It’s such a win/win for me!

Why? I mean, what other use are you, pussy boi?  You’re not pretty enough to follow me around, carrying all my books.  You don’t have a car to take me wherever I want to go, and you don’t have a big enough house for the parties I throw.  You know I’ve seen that tiny nub you call a cock.  It deserves harsh CBT and is not good for ANYTHING else but my amusement.

You remember that party, the one the whole cheer squad was at?  You thought you’d hit the jackpot when you walked in, and you were the only guy there.  We had you get naked and laughed and teased you about that pindick you have there between your legs.  We abused you for hours, and when it was all over, I told you you belonged to me now.

No One To Help The Pussy Boi

You start to complain that you’re good for other things than buying me stuff.  I stop that off right away, raising my knee up quickly right between your legs and crushing those useless balls.  Oh, they felt extra squishy!  Are they blue, aching and full of cum?  Do you go home and jerk off every day thinking about how I’m how abused you today…and just what it is I’m going to do tomorrow?  You drop to the floor, cupping your aching balls, and then I raise up my foot, and place it right on your *haha* cock and start to grind down on it!