Current fantasy: domme breaking
I've had this thought since the first day I was involved in my IRL kink community. When I showed up for my first ever munch, I happened to be joined in newbiedom by this absolute ridiculous clown of a young domme. She was hot, and she knew it, but every element of her personality was so....just fuckin' off-putting. She spoke with this fake British accent, would bring up hard-kinks at this munch held in a super public space at the most inopportune times, and just had this general air of inexperienced and undeserved overconfidence.
I sometimes think about a kinky, subby friend falling into the orbit of some airhead like her, and bringing her along to one of our private parties. I can imagine biting my tongue initially as she "educates me," and becoming less-and-less able to hide my annoyance. Polite dismissals ("I don't know about that...") would turn into visible annoyance; maybe I roll my eyes or rub my temple as if I'm trying to push the dumb shit she has said out of my working memory. Annoyance would turn to sarcastic comments, and eventually, open mockery. Perhaps I start slipping in misogynistic comments here and there about a woman's proper place, just to wind her up.
I imagine her eventually having enough, and trying to assert her power. "Silence, piggy," she might demand, in some futile attempt to cast herself as queen of the mountain. I laugh. I know better.
She gets more frustrated. Maybe she goes hands on, and slaps me. Maybe she brandishes a riding crop or cat o' nine tails. She imagines herself looking a lot more badass than she actually is.
Big mistake. Time to learn your place. I might force her to her hands and knees and make her lick my boots. I might grab her throat and spit in her mouth, just to prove she can't stop me. Or, hell, maybe I'll back her into a corner, drop my pants, and use her face to scratch that nagging, itchy spot on my asshole..
Her sub doesn't dare do anything. He knows better. All he can do is watch as I drill my scent into his mistress's pores.
She'd kick, and flail, and try to push me away, but I'm not moving. There's penance to be paid. I'd adjust my hips and press my asshole directly against her lips. "Kiss it," I'll demand. "No fucking way, she'll reply, muffled between ny cheeks. I let my ass respond with a long, rippling fart directly against her mouth.
"Suit yourself. There's more of that to come. Kiss my ass and maybe I'll let you go."
She'll give me a reluctant, tiny peck.
"No, no, no. Make it count. With tongue."
I imagine her trying to squirm away before admitting to herself that it's hopeless, and reticently touching her tongue to my sticky, sweaty hole. At first, disgust; then, submission. She accepts her circumstances and settles into her new role as toilet paper, gliding her tongue across every inch of my crack, and pushing her tongue inside. Eventually, she can't help but rub her wet cunt as she tastes my shithole.
Her transformation is complete. From domme, to fart huffing, brown-nosing, ass eating, sub bitch.
