Chapter 1

I opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for Jason to follow. His heavy footsteps echoed as he trailed behind me, unaware of what was about to unfold. I glanced back, a small smile playing on my lips. He was walking right into my trap, oblivious.

As I led him further into the house, my thoughts wandered back to how this had all begun. Jason, at six feet and 300 pounds, had always used his size and arrogance to bully others, especially my neighbor, Lily. A quiet, petite girl, barely 5'2", she’d been an easy target for him. And then there was her friend, Emma—he’d treated them both like they were beneath him.

I couldn’t stand to watch it. So when I saw him at the bar a few weeks ago, I knew exactly what I was going to do. A subtle touch, a whisper, and just like that, Jason was hooked. His ego made him easy to manipulate—he thought he was in control, but he was just another fool I’d lured into my web.

Back in the present, I stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him. He stood there, clueless, thinking this was just another conquest. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said, my voice calm, controlled.
Jason stepped forward, his eyes still scanning me with that confident smirk. He had no idea what was coming next, but tonight, he would learn—there were consequences for bullies like him.

I settled regally on the couch, my gaze fixed on Jason, who stood confidently, oblivious. With a subtle gesture, I commanded, "Take off your clothes, Jason. All of them. Then, come closer."
A flicker of confusion crossed his face, quickly replaced by a smirk. He shrugged and began to undress, his initial swagger slowly fading as he stood naked before me. He took a hesitant step closer, a question in his eyes.

"Closer," I repeated, my voice quiet but firm. He obeyed, the space between us shrinking, the air charged with unspoken tension.
Naked and uncertain, he stood before me. I thought of the power in CFNM, knowing he likely expected reciprocation. Instead, I silently indicated the floor. The heavy silence intensified. Slowly, deliberately, I spread my legs, my gaze unwavering. The unspoken direction was clear. Confusion flickered across his face, desire battling with dawning realization. The conflict in his eyes yielded quickly. Desire and the weight of the unspoken command won. Slowly, reluctantly, he knelt. His imposing height vanished as his knees met the floor, a silent surrender. His gaze lifted, waiting. The power dynamic was absolute.

I widened my stance, the scent of my arousal filling the air between us. It hit him like a wave. His hands shot out, gripping my thighs, pulling himself closer. He buried his face between my legs, his mouth pressing against the fabric, a desperate, hungry motion as if trying to devour what lay beneath. The urgency of his actions spoke volumes, a primal need overriding any lingering confusion or expectation.

"Only your tongue," I murmured, producing cuffs. He was too aroused to resist as I swiftly bound his wrists to the couch. Kneeling, hands spread and tied, face buried, he was completely at my mercy. The scene was set.

"Imagine," I purred, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "how truly wonderful it would be... if a couple of my friends were here with us as well."

A visible tremor ran through his bound arms. Even with his face buried, I could sense the immediate spike in his arousal. The thought of more women, more bodies in the room, clearly sent his senses reeling. He remained focused on his current task, lost in the sensation, completely unaware of the deeper implications of my words, or the direction this encounter was truly taking. His heightened state had effectively blinded him.

Phone in hand, I called Lily: "Come over now?" "Sure!" she replied. Minutes later, Lily and Emma arrived, their eyes widening at the sight of kneeling, cuffed Jason.
"Say hello to Jason," I announced as Lily and Emma stepped inside. Amusement danced in their eyes as they took in the sight of him kneeling, bound.

"Hello, Jason," Lily said, a playful lilt in her voice.
"Hey, Jason," Emma added, a hint of mischief in her tone.
His head snapped up at the sound of their voices. Recognition dawned in his eyes, swiftly followed by alarm. He finally understood. A surge of panic contorted his features. He thrashed against the cuffs, a desperate, futile attempt to stand, but the restraints held him firmly in place. The realization of his predicament had finally hit.
"Continue, boy," I commanded, my voice laced with a sharp edge. "Not that you have a choice."

His eyes flickered to mine, a dawning horror replacing the earlier haze of arousal. Reality seemed to crash down upon him.

"Continue," I repeated, my tone hardening, each word a clear stamp of authority. The amusement in Lily and Emma's eyes intensified as they watched his realization sink in. The power dynamic in the room was now stark and undeniable.

"Lily, start recording," I instructed, my voice leaving no room for argument.
"Got it," she replied promptly, reaching for her phone.
"No! Don't!" Jason protested, a raw note of panic in his voice as he finally grasped the full extent of his situation.
My hand moved quickly, striking his cheek with a sharp crack. His head snapped to the side. "Do as you're told," I said, my voice cold and unwavering. The playful atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a stark display of control.

"Emma, get the paddle," I commanded, my gaze never leaving Jason's face. I reached down, gripping his hair firmly, and yanked his head back, ensuring his face was clearly visible to Lily's recording phone.
Emma moved swiftly, retrieving a wooden paddle and positioning herself behind him.

"The first step to mellow a bully," I stated, my voice resonating with conviction, "is to stamp on his pride." I tightened my grip on his hair. "Record this wonderful body of his as he eats the fabric like a hungry dog. Record how his wonderful body shivers when Emma uses the paddle."

A cruel smile played on my lips as I looked at Lily, her phone steadily recording. Emma raised the paddle, the silence in the room amplifying the anticipation of the first strike. Jason's eyes darted between us, a mixture of fear and humiliation etched on his face.

Then it began. Emma brought the paddle down, again and again, the sharp cracks echoing in the room as Jason's large buttocks turned a fiery red. Each strike was a deliberate act of retribution, a tangible consequence for his past actions.

I pressed down on his head, burying his face deeper between my thighs, effectively stifling his screams. The only sounds were Emma's rhythmic strikes and Jason's muffled cries of pain and humiliation. His body convulsed beneath me, a stark contrast to the arrogant swagger he had displayed just moments before. The scene was a tableau of power and vulnerability, a physical manifestation of the justice I sought.

Lily, her face set with a grim determination, took the paddle from Emma. The rhythmic thwacks continued, fueled by her own past experiences with Jason's bullying. Emma, now holding the recording phone, captured every detail of his reddened flesh and contorted face.

Once his buttocks were thoroughly inflamed, I finally released my grip on his hair, allowing him to gasp for air. Before unclipping the cuffs, I leaned in close, my voice low and menacing. "We have your video, boy," I emphasized the last word. "Don't even think about trying any of your usual tricks. If you don't obey, if you so much as look at Lily or Emma the wrong way again, this video will be sent to every single one of your friends, your family – everyone."

Silent, we watched him struggle to stand, the red welts on his backside a clear mark. His eyes avoided ours as he stiffly gathered his clothes, his earlier swagger gone. The heavy silence underscored the shift in power.
Not so soon boy i laughed, I asked emma and lily to sit besides me, The show begins now i told them, a bullys pride is in their manhood, see hwo it stands despite the treatment he has just got, They laughed at his lack of control and sat besides me, i called him close with my finger.

"Not so fast, boy," I chuckled, a cruel amusement bubbling up. I gestured to the couch beside me. "Emma, Lily, come sit. The show begins now." I leaned back, a predatory glint in my eyes. "A bully's pride," I mused, my gaze fixed on Jason, "often resides right there." I gestured subtly downwards. "Let's see how it stands despite the little treatment he just received."
Lily and Emma exchanged knowing glances, a shared laughter bubbling up as they understood my intent. They settled onto the couch beside me, their attention now fully focused on Jason. I crooked a finger at him, a silent, imperious command. "Closer," I said, my voice a low purr.

He approached hesitantly, his eyes darting between me and my friends, a palpable unease in his movements. He clearly sensed that the ordeal wasn't over.
I stretched out my left leg, extending it languidly in his direction. "I know you like it, Jason," I said, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. "I've seen you stare." I ran a hand along my thigh. "I have sexy legs, don't I?"
He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on my leg. I could see the conflict in his eyes – the lingering arousal battling with the humiliation and fear he now felt.

"Hump my leg, Jason," I instructed, my voice laced with mockery. "Let's see what you've got."
His eyes darted towards Lily's recording phone, a silent plea etched on his face. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before shame and the weight of our earlier warning compelled him to obey. He began to gyrate against my outstretched leg, his movements awkward and devoid of any real passion.
Emma and Lily erupted in laughter, their amusement echoing in the room. "He looks like a poor monkey humping a tree!" Lily exclaimed, tears of laughter welling in her eyes.

"Yeah," Emma giggled, "all that effort for absolutely no reward!"
Jason's face flushed crimson, his movements becoming even more jerky and pathetic under their derisive gaze. The humiliation was palpable, a final stripping away of his self-respect.

It didn't take long at all. Despite the obvious humiliation, his body betrayed him. A series of involuntary spasms wracked his frame, and then a thick stream of his release shot out, landing in a warm, sticky mess on my legs. It dripped slowly down my calves, pooling at my ankle.

I looked at Lily and Emma, a smug satisfaction in my voice. "See, girls? I told you. He's just too easy." A disdainful curl touched my lips as I gestured to the evidence on my skin. The display of his arousal, even in this state of utter powerlessness, only reinforced my contempt.

He finally moved, his face lowering towards my legs with a visible reluctance. "Faster, boy," I snapped, impatience lacing my tone. "I don't have all day."
I lifted my right leg, using my foot to press down on the back of his head, forcing his face more firmly against my soiled skin. "I want it all clean," I said, my voice a low threat, "or there will be more consequences."

The unspoken "...you know what" hung in the air, a clear reminder of the video and our earlier warnings.
He obeyed quickly, his tongue moving with a desperate urgency to comply. Once my legs were clean to my satisfaction, I removed my foot from his head, allowing him to finally push himself up. He stood there, a broken figure, the physical and emotional toll of the evening etched into his posture.

"Now put on your clothes," I instructed, my voice flat and dismissive, "and run from here before I change my mind."
He didn't need to be told twice. Without a word, he turned and hurried towards his discarded clothes, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

I turned to Emma, a sly smile on my face. "You like his large butt, don't you, Emma?"
Emma laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Have you ever put a ten-inch butt plug in a butthole?"
"No!" she exclaimed, her laughter echoing in the room.
Jason, who was frantically pulling on his pants, froze for a moment, his face paling further. He resumed dressing with even greater speed, desperate to escape the suffocating humiliation of the room.

Maybe we should call him next weekend and try that, what say boy, He didnt say a word rushing towards the door, Will he come back asked lily. Of course we have a reward for him if he comes back, I might let him taste these i pointed to my large breasts, You want it don't you boy i teased as he looked around, Of course he wanted. He was in 2 minds whether to come back or not, he was destroyed but something in him also enjoyed the situation

"Maybe we should call him next weekend and try that, Emma," I mused aloud, my eyes still on Jason as he fumbled with his shirt buttons. "What do you say, boy?"
He didn't respond, his only focus on getting out the door as quickly as possible.
"Will he come back?" Lily wondered, watching his retreating form.

"Of course he will," I said confidently, a predatory smile spreading across my face. "We have a reward for him if he does." I gestured to my chest, my fingers tracing the curve of my breasts. "I might even let him taste these." I raised my voice slightly as Jason paused at the door, glancing back hesitantly. "You want it, don't you, boy?"
His eyes flickered towards my breasts, a primal hunger evident in his gaze before he quickly looked away, shame warring with desire. He stood there for a fleeting moment, caught in a visible internal struggle, before finally bolting out the door.

"He'll be back," I said, a knowing certainty in my voice. "He's destroyed, yes, but there's a part of him that enjoyed this. They always do."
"Do you think you'll actually let him... you know?" Emma asked, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.
I threw my head back and laughed, the sound echoing in the room. "Give him what I just promised? Oh, you sweet girls." I winked at Lily and Emma. "Don't worry. He won't get any further than our knees. But yes," I added, a sly smile returning, "he will keep coming back for more. They always do.

He had certainly earned his lesson, a brutal but necessary one. And I, in turn, had earned two eager interns, their eyes shining with a newfound understanding of power dynamics and a thirst to learn more from my… unconventional methods. The thrill of control still pulsed through me, the knowledge of his inevitable return a potent confirmation of our power.

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