The Making of a Dom - Episode 1
My name is Bella and I’m a nineteen year old college student. TODAY IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!
For years my best friends twin brother who has bullied and tormented me (and many others) in school since I was thirteen is now crying his eyes out and begging me not to expose him for what he is. A insanely hot LITTLE DICK LOSER!
When we were younger, I had a major crush on Mike but never understood why he was such an ass hole! At first, I thought it was because I was a little nerdy. I have always been enthusiastic about school and achieved good grades. I’m not the sort of girl that was in the most popular girl click, but was friends with all those types of girls. It’s probably accurate to say that my popularity was a little less obvious due to my unassuming and quiet nature, but I knew people liked me. During ‘those’ teen years I definitely noticed when I started to receive more attention from guys. They suddenly became nicer and I would catch guys checking me out all the time during class.
Now back to Mike. It will take me some time to convey the level of hatred I feel for this guy. He has humiliated and bullied many people over the years and I never felt like he would get his comeuppance…..until this evening. I was round Emily’s (his sisters house) last night helping her prepare for an exam that she had this morning but only realized several hours ago that I had left my camera in her room after leaving her house last night. It was late and I knew she was out with her boyfriend tonight but I needed to get my camera for a photography exam that I had in the morning. Emily (and Mike) lived with their mom but she is a high powered career woman and never home in the evenings. I really did not want to be put in a situation where I would have to ask Mike if I can go up to Emily’s room and get my camera. I just had this feeling he would be a massive dick, refuse to let me get my camera and then mess with it once I had gone. But to be perfectly honest I didn’t have much of a choice and besides, it was approaching midnight so maybe Emily would be home. I went round to the house which was a large six bedroom in a really up market area of town. To this day I’m still not entirely sure what Emily’s Mom does but it must pay well, because she is a single Mom with no partner. I rang the door bell, but after several seconds it appeared nobody was home. I tried again but still nothing. I sighed heavily walking away in disappointment just before I remembered something. I’m certain that Emily mentioned something about a spare key hidden under an ornament in the front garden.
Emily had told me about it about a year ago and how she uses it to get back in the house after sneaking out to parties or to see her boyfriend. I started to survey the large front garden with my attention drawn to a very cheeky looking garden gnome. As I lifted the the gnome up I could immediately feel there was something metalic contained within it’s hollow body. I flipped it upside down, removed a plastic cap and out fell a single brass key. I was overjoyed! I didn’t like the idea of entering into someone’s house without permission but told myself I was entering with the intention of retrieving my own property and would be in and out within two minutes.
I opened the door and a soft, evening light turned on automatically. The entrance of Emily’s house always impressed me, her Mom had such style and this has always been the sort of house I could imagine myself living in one day. I walked at speed up the stairs, through the long landing toward Emily’s room. As soon as I entered her room I saw my camera positioned on the corner of her beautiful white dressing table. “Hello baby!” I said in delight. I picked up my camera and 180’d in the direction I had just come. I felt a great sense of achievement at how smoothly this event was playing out but to my absolute horror heard the rattling of a key entering the front door. I stopped dead on the landing. Please let that be Emily I prayed to myself. I’m pretty sure she would admire my resourcefulness and even thought I could justify my illegal entry to her Mom (if it were her) but please don’t let it be Mike. He wouldn’t let this go. I was certain he would either call the cops and accuse me of stealing or tell the entire school I was a physcho who broke into peoples houses! In the back of my mind I knew it was him, I could tell by the way the person was moving that it was a guy. Whoever it was, was heading to the kitchen. I arched my head round the landing to see if I could get a glimpse of the person but with no luck. I could however see the front door and thought that I could probably make it out if I was quick. SMASH! A loud noice that was definitely a glass smashing came from the kitchen. I had a terrible thought that the person might be a burglar but quickly remembered that whoever entered had a key and I was pretty sure that I had the only spare. Confirmation that it was Mike quickly followed because I heard a very Echoed “Fuck sake!” in response to having smashed the glass. I could hear the tap running before Mike started to head toward my direction. I calmly retreated to Emily’s room as he headed toward the stairs. As he started to climb the stair case I was very aware of how heavy footed he was. He went straight into the bathroom on the landing but again there was another crash of something he had disturbed whilst entering.
I started to suspect he must of been drunk. Mid week partying was not out of character for Mike and although I would say it was reasonably early (just after midnight), Mike was prone to consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol in short spaces of time causing him to 'burn out’ early. After leaving the bathroom he stumbled toward his room and I could clearly hear the sound of him undressing. Funny, I thought to myself. He’s so drunk but has the awareness to undress himself. I heard his belt buckle clang which affirmed he definitely was taking off his clothes and shortly afterward heard his body collapse on his bed. Perfect! I would wait five minutes then make my exit. No one would ever know I was here.
After what seemed like an hour, I quietly made my way through the landing approaching Mike’s room on the right which I would have to pass to get to the stairs. As I passed I couldn’t resist looking in and saw him lying naked face down in his pillow with his body partially twisted. My eyes were immediately drawn to his exposed ass and I stopped my advance past his door. Regardless of how much I hated him, I had to conceed that he had an amazing body to match his looks. Considering he was only nineteen, he had the body of someone a lot older and stronger. Even then I remember thinking why did you have to be such a dick! If you weren’t things may have been much different. I was abruptly snapped out of my thoughts as he appeared to startle in his sleep and reposition his body. He had now rolled over exposing the worlds tinest penis!! If I hadn’t have been so taken a back by this evenings series of events, I think I would have burst out laughing. At this point in my life, I had only had sex twice before but I already had an idea of what constitutes as 'small’. I do not believe in fate, but I had to recognise that a series of very fortunate events had played out so that I was standing in front of an unconscious and naked Mike. It just so happened that he happened to have an extremely small dick and I happened to have a high quality camera in my hands at the time of discovery. Without thinking much more I turned on my camera and began taking pictures of him in his naked and sleepy state. As the camera continued to snap, immortalising these glorious moments, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. For reasons I cannot explain, the thought of knowing his secret and imagining his humiliation was massively turning me on! I took over ten pictures and promptly left. After returning the key to its hiding place, I walked quickly to my car and headed home. Now, I had every intention of uploading these pictures to Facebook that very night but as I reviewed them on my computer, realising just how devastating they were, I had another thought. I didn’t just want to humiliate him. I wanted to destroy him. Once these pictures were public, I would have no power over him. It would undoubtedly compromise his reputation but there was a possibility he could recover. If he was aware I had these pictures, he would be under my complete control. I could get him to do whatever I wanted and he could not refuse. I could force him into positions that would compromise his reputation beyond the point of recovery. My pussy was dripping wet at the thought of Mike’s future and what I had planned for him…
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