An Alpha Asshole for just one week - BDSM - M/ff | 2016

[I don't believe that men are superior to women. Or even that Dom's are superior to Sub's. However, at times, acting as if one of the above is true can add erotic excitement to a scene or a dynamic. Please don't take the anti-female slander in this seriously. Plus, it wasn't my idea.]

At the time of this story Stacy and I were firmly a couple, though in an open relationship, and firmly in a d/s dynamic that I guess could be argued as 24/7, but really the only "rule" in place was that I could have her when, where and how I wanted and punish her for arguing. Which she often did because she was a brat and the punishment was half of the fun.

We were long distance, though barely, about a 90 minute drive apart. I was working in the city and she was going to school again after having dropped out for a few years. She dated girls mostly on the side and sometimes she would bring someone into bed with us. It was a good time in our relationship.

Stacy was a lovely curvy brunette, large breast and a perfectly sized ass for her frame that you could just squeeze. She liked her hair long and her dressed short, and rarely wore much in the panties department. She was aggressively sexual, wild (maybe too wild) and submitted to almost no one.

Ellen was a regular fuck buddy of Stacy's and was quite submissive. The first time I met her was when I showed up for a visit at Stacy's and found Ellen tied to a bed, blind-folded, waiting for Stacy's boyfriend (me), a man she had never met, to fuck her, because Stacy had convinced her to do it. She wasn't wild normally, but Stacy had a way of bringing it out of people. I know she had that effect on me. Ellen was another student and eventually became a librarian with that classic hot librarian look. Tallish, thin, cute with short brown hair and a nerdy vibe.

Stacy had already warned me that Ellen was coming with her for winter break to see me in the city and I didn't complain, it was the other requests that caught me off guard. You see, she had lost a bet with Ellen and having to live out one of Ellen's darker fantasies.

Ellen believed that she, Ellen, was a total sub or a true sub or some other term she happened to be using. She felt she was happiest when being used or serving and even went as far as being turned on by having her own pleasure, happiness and comfort being denied. Her role wasn't to feel good, it was to be used for the enjoyment of others. I could tell stories about her, sleeping on the floor, Stacy and I showing up for a date, using her for an orgasm each and then leaving, Stacy not letting her orgasm for weeks on end. But this isn't about those times.

This is a story about Stacy and Ellen experiencing true slavery at the hands of an asshole . . . me. Ellen explained it to me via email, being too shy to explain it even over the phone. Stacy, while not thrilled with it, was always good to her word regarding a lost bet and told me when she called that she was nervous, but sort of excited to try it out.

Here was my role. Instead of being the nice guy sadistic dom, I was to be the asshole male chauvinist. I was to be the guy that saw women as nothing more than slave labor with wet holes to fuck. I was to be the Alpha who didn't give a shit if the women who fucked him enjoyed it or got off. I was to treat them like shit, use them, humiliate them and hurt them. I was turned on, but very nervous. BDSM for me is as much about the subs pleasure as it is mine and I hated feeling like a greedy lover. But I agreed and began texting them a few instructions.

They were not to look me in the face, they were to only speak in my presence when spoken to, and finally that they weren't allowed to wear clothing in my apartment.

The door buzzed and I opened it to see them both, with baggage, looking at their feet. Neither spoke and I let us stand there for a moment, seeing if they would react. I invited them in after a bit.

Both ladies were very smart. As soon as I shut the door behind them, they quickly stripped. I loved Stacy's breasts, so round and full, not as perky as they had been when we first fucked, but still great. Ellen's were nice too, smaller, but perky and well sized for her body.

"It's about time you fucking twats got here," I said, "you have no fucking respect for time." I gave Stacy a hard swat on the ass and said, "take all of your bags and get them unpacked then make me a drink and bring it to me. Make it fast."

I was setting Stacy up and waited for her to lift everything and grab the rolling suitcases and start heading to my room, the master bedroom before shouting.

"What the fuck do you think your doing," I asked, stepping towards her as she set the bags down. "Pick those up you stupid fucking slut, I didn't say you could put them down."

She gave me a look, break the rule about looking me in the face. The look was clearly "what the fuck do you think your doing Reader" it was telling me I was going to get a kick in the ass.

I paused and let my voice drop from asshole to stern. "Listen," I said, "Ellen gave me a fantasy to act out with you two and that's what I'm doing. If you want it to stop you can safe word out whenever you want. But, unless you want me to stop you better suck it up, do what the fuck I tell you and stop giving me lip about it. You getting pissed, too fucking bad. Take it out on her when you get home."

Stacy looked at Ellen, still standing by the door, looking down. "Oh," Stacy said. "I think half the reason she is making me do this is because she gets hot thinking about how I will get her back." Ellen blushed.

"I don't give a shit," I said and grabbed her nipple, pinching and twisting it pretty hard. "You either play by the rules or safe word out, until then, no one said you got to sleep in my room, you two are in the guest room unless I decide to be generous and you better than me for allowing you to share a twin bed." I let go of her nipple. "Now go."

Stay paused just long enough for me to know that she was deciding, then hurried towards the guest room carrying all of the bags with her.

I moved over to the couch and looked at Ellen, who hadn't moved yet. "Now you," I said, "I know a pathetic little cocksucker like you won't be a problem, you know what a woman's place is don't you??"

"Yes sir," she said softly but with conviction.

"Good, now crawl over to me and use your mouth for the only thing its good for," I said.

The attractive nude woman, this future librarian, dropped to her knees and, keeping her face down, crawled over to me, unzipped my fly and took my cock out and began to lick it. Letting her tongue wrap around the head and then sliding it up and down my cock like my dick was a lollipop, before taking me in her mouth. She began to slide up and down my dick, only able to take me about half way down, 2/3 without gagging.

"You really aren't that great at sucking cock," I said to her, "not nearly as good as a lot of women. We will need to work on that. Does that make you happy? To know that I am going to teach you to use one of your cock hole's better?"

"Yes sir," she said, stopping her mouth long enough to speak.

"You do use that tongue well though," I said and she immediately went back to sliding her tongue up and down, licking, wrapping it as far as she could around my head and trying to slide down my length. "Must be all that pussy eating Stacy makes you do. I bet you just love sucking on her clit like a fucking whore."

She made a muffled yes noise and around that time Stacy came out, head down, from the spare bedroom and went past me to the kitchen.

"If Stacy can't teach you to use your cock sucking mouth for the only thing its good for by the end of this trip," I said loudly enough for Stacy to hear in the kitchen, "You are both going to regret it." I pushed Ellen off my cock and zipped up, "now get off me and go help Stacy, I want my drink and two large bowls, pour two beers into one bowl and fill the other with ice."

End of Part 1

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