Are you tired of the bitches in your life? Are you tired of your nagging hag? Are you tired of that snobby minx looking down on you? Here is a simple guide on how to put those bitches in their rightful places.
Author’s Notes: Story tags apply to the whole story, not each individual chapter.
Story Tags: Body Writing, Cheating Husband, Cuckquean, Cuckquean’s Humiliation, Exhibition, Femsub, Guide, Humiliation, Maledom, Marriage, Musk Slut, Office, Panties Stuffing, Piss Enema, Piss in Ass, Public, Pussy Stuffing, Spitting, Tit Slap, Urination, Used Panties, Watersports
Chapter 1 How to Handle Annoying Bitches
Imagine you’re just sipping coffee, minding your own business in your cubicle when a bitch storms toward you. Her high heels stomp on the tiles, quaking the bitter liquid in your mug, disturbing your peace. You swivel your chair around and raise your head to her rant.
“Where is Newman’s merger report, Dylan? You’re supposed to turn it in this morning.”
Lucky for her, she has a pretty face and a fiery figure to match her temper. Her jugs bob along with her flaring nostrils, threatening to bust her tight white blouse wide open. Her hazel tresses flow down her side before swaying around her bubble butt along with an angry flick of her hand. Her impossibly plump cherry lips would have a better use than spewing insolence at you.
But a man doesn’t argue with bitches. They are simple creatures that can’t be reasoned or bargained with. Instead, a man asserts his authority through actions. So you stand up and watch her taking a step back as she realizes the crevice of physicality between a man and a little bitch.
It is best to settle disputes with your manhood hanging out in the open to maximize your commanding masculinity. But this method works either way.
First, you grip her head with both hands and push her down on her knees. Of course, her feeble strength is no match for yours. Then, you shove her face against your crotch and let your manly musk do all the talking. Your natural scent would stomp off the most unruly of bitches
Her nose sinks deeper and deeper into your crotch. Her nostrils flare directly on your package, harder and harder with every breath she takes. Slowly, her pupils start to dilate as she realizes her rightful place in the world—on her knees and succumbing to your manliness. When she starts to nuzzle against your crotch with a lewd smile on her lips, her submission is complete. To put the final nail in the coffin, you rub her face on your crotch like used tissue paper. You make sure your growing manhood reminds her of what she is missing out on for her impertinence.
She drawls. “Please let me taste your cock, sir.”
Don’t give in to her pathetic begging no matter how tempting it is. First and foremost, you must discipline her, showing her the consequences of her actions.
While gripping her hair, you say, “Apologize.”
She is desperate and says anything just to please you. “Sorry—”
Before she can finish her sentence, you must cut her off to demonstrate your displeasure. Nothing she does will ever be correct. Make her work hard for your approval from now on.
You speak slowly and clearly. “Apologize to my cock.”
You watch her eyes widen as she comes to terms with her humiliation. When she locks eyes with your clothed manhood in good manners and says, “Sorry for—”
It is the perfect time to add a yank on her hair or spit on her face to emphasize her foolishness. “Stupid, bitch. Can you see my cock?”
“No, sir,” she says meekly.
“How does my cock see your worthless face?”
“Sorry, sir.” Her teeth scramble to unzip your zipper and free your cock. The sight of your impressive sword takes her breath away, and she jumps at the chance to taste you.
You let out a sigh when her plump lips land on your crown. This is a far better usage of her mouth. “Go on.”
As customs have dictated, she peppers kisses on your bulbous head and every inch of your rod with her deepest apologies. “This stupid slut sincerely apologizes for raising her voice at you, sir. Please forgive my foolishness.”
“And?”
“This stupid slut sincerely apologizes for disrespecting you, sir. My attitude is unbecoming of a good cunt.”
You yank her off your dick and watch her wanton gaze glue to your manhood longingly. “Do you think the likes of you are worthy of serving my cock?”
She whimpers, “No, sir.”
Her pain fuels the fire in your heart. But fortunately for her, you feel the coffee working through you, so you pull her head up by her hair and make her look at you. “Thank your lucky stars. I am in need of a toilet. You may receive my holy water.”
Her eyes roar back to life. “My mouth is honored to be your toilet, sir.”
“Good cunt.” You plunge your prick between her cherry lips and unleash your coffee-flavored water. You delightfully watch her gulp down your waste like delicious nectar. After the last drop pouring down her stomach, you make her clean your cock. The slut can’t get enough of you now. Her tongue leisurely circles your mushroom head while the tip of her tongue flicks your sensitive piss slit, hoping to entice your erection. However, you cruelly shove her off your shaft and wipe your dick on her silky hair. You remind her as her glossy tresses cling to your rod. “My work is done when it’s done, understood?”
“Yes, sir. I won’t rush you again, sir.” Before you can dismiss her, she clings to your thigh. Her heavy melons massage your muscles. “If it helps you work, may I offer to be your cock sheath for the day, sir?”
“Cock sheath?”
“To protect your majestic manhood against the elements and to keep it warm, sir. You may also freely use my mouth, my boobs, my cunt, or my asshole, sir.”
Congratulations, you have successfully transformed an annoying bitch into a good slut.
(To be continue)