The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BBW BDSM Male Submission) Read Online Free Page A

the end of his flesh would pop off. That, combined with the near-baseball bat inching up his ass, made him scream.
    “Do I need to gag you?” she asked, eyes cold, voice controlled. Jesus Christ.
    “No, Mistress,” he whimpered, no longer pretending, no longer in a role. He was just his nipples, his ass, his prostate, his flesh. She attached the second nipple clamp and, oddly enough, it felt good to have the pain balanced out on his chest. A rush of endorphins hit him, a wave of relief, and then he resumed fucking the dildo.
    Pop! He felt a searing, screaming pain and then – ah. “Oh, fuck me it hurts!” he shouted, then the dildo hit his prostate and his cock jumped to life, pinched in his little cock prison. “Please, Mistress, free my cock! Please,” he begged. This time she relented and came over, key in hand, and let his poor, aching dick free.
    It stood strong and hard, and as he lowered himself another inch, he nearly shot a wad across the room. It felt so full, so good, so warm, and as he took it in a half inch at a time he reached for his cock with one hand, slowly stroking.
    “No! No stroking. Only the ass play,” she ordered. Disappointed, he removed his hand. Now he moved himself up the shaft slowly, the friction building a volcano in him. Within three pumps up, down, up, down, up, down he lost control in a millisecond, tipping into a jizzfest that shot a good eight feet across the room, some of it hitting Jennifer's leg as he screamed.
    “Fuck that black cock!” she urged, and Declan complied, taking most of it in as his dick flailed wildly, cream streaming everywhere, his entire body exploding at once. Sweet relief and a mild melancholy filled him as he came back to earth.
    It was all over.

    “That was pathetic,” Jennifer shouted, not sure what to do now. He'd licked her, she had fucked the enormous dildo in front of him, and made him anal-fuck a dildo. Dear God, the man did whatever she told him. Maybe she should order him to clean the house! Save her some work.
    This was not the man Declan had been these past few years. Hell, she'd never, ever seen Declan like this.
    “Lick your semen, Worm. Look at the mess you made!” she reprimanded. A look of confusion hit his face, but he turned away from her and began licking the floor, walls, and a stool.
    When he was done, she pointed to her leg. “You missed a spot.”
    He licked and moaned, as if he actually enjoyed being told to lick his own jizz after being ordered to anally fuck a dildo. “Please, Mistress, please let me shower and sleep.”
    “YOU want to be clean? Not after the mess you made.” She strode across the kitchen and handed him a mop and bucket. “Clean the entire house, NOW, and maybe I'll let you have a shower later.”
    His lips twitched with a smile. A very contented smile.
    “Yes, Mistress. Of course.”
    She stormed into the kitchen, found the cleaning caddy, and thrust it at him, her hands shaking.
    “Start with the bathroom upstairs,” she demanded.
    “Yes, Mistress. But please?” He held out his still-cuffed hands. She got the key and unlocked him. He pointed to the leash still chained to the wall.
    Damn it. She narrowed her eyes. “If I unlock that, you'll escape.”
    His eyes widened in fear. “No, Jennifer, I won't. Really.”
    His use of her real name made everything feel surreal suddenly. What was she doing? Keeping him trapped wouldn't work forever. She had to let him out sometime.
    With great reluctance she unlocked the leash from the wall. “I'm trusting you,” she warned.
    “Yes, Mistress.” He turned and walked toward the staircase, naked ass still shining with lube, spent cock bobbing as he carried the caddy.
    My God, was he whistling?
    What the fuck?
    He enjoyed this too much. Something was just...off.
    And then she had an idea. Where was his cell phone?

    The last fucking thing Declan wanted to do right now was clean a toilet. Take a shower, eat some wings, watch a game – sure.
    Scrub a