Stuart Thomson had viewed a lot of pornography in his young life; a lot; and in each and every one of the video's, the women had revelled in being treated like a piece of meat, and called every name under the sun. Slut, whore, bitch, tramp, hussy and more that he couldn't even recall. From their reactions, and expression on their faces, as the men - often more than one - issued their orders, and forced them to their knees to insult and degrade them, before they then bent them over, whipped their asses, pulled on their hair, and fucked them, cuffed, bound and at the male's complete and utter mercy, it appeared to be every woman's fantasy come true. Those men, to Stuart, were the epitome of what a 'Dom' should be.
Obviously the poor boy was a little confused, and unaware of the vast difference between Gonzo porn, and a Dominant, or that the women on screen were actresses, and the screaming, writhing orgasms; the likes of which Stuart had never elicited from a girl; were in fact, faked. Luckily for Sofia White, although not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stuart hadn't been denied every last vestige of common sense, and was somewhat cognisant of the possible effects of his own inexperience. He couldn't risk harming Sofia, and having her found unconscious, or worse, in his dorm-room. That would not reflect positively on Delta Tau Chi, and could well see him excommunicated. He'd need to take it carefully, but that wasn't an issue, as she'd stated this wouldn't be their first and last time. There was always the next for both to look forward to.
That he was already on the right track was evidenced by the raven-haired woman's reaction to his authoritative voice when the door clicked behind her, and it elicited a smile from her new 'Dom'. As did her acknowledgement of his importance in the Fraternity hierarchy, and the touch of her fingers which brought goose-bumps to his skin, and a shiver to his spine. "That's right." Stuart's chest puffed out as he followed her gaze to the paddle and handcuffs; the wrist bands the last thing on his mind at that moment; then turned back to her with a cocky smirk pasted across his features. "I can have any girl I want now, and I got myself the hottest piece of ass on Campus." Just because she was his toy for the night, didn't mean she wasn't worthy of a compliment.
He grinned and took a step forward, then stopped as her words reverberated in his ears, "Are you ready for me to be your slut?" The girl was really getting into it, and Stuart nodded and squirmed at the sensation of his jeans tightening around the crotch as his gaze dropped to the sight of Sofia's fingers commencing to undo her pants. He gulped, and stood as though entranced, until a lightning bolt struck him. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work; he was meant to be in control! Suddenly, with his burgeoning erection forgotten for the moment, Stuart's arm snaked out, and he gripped an elbow. "Did I tell you to get naked yet?"
He raised an eyebrow, quite proud of the commanding tone he'd managed to convey, and shook his head. "No, I didn't. You gonna be my slut, you need to learn to do what you're told. Got it?" It was a rhetorical question really, as he released her arm and motioned to the floor without allowing Sofia time to respond. "On your knees, and......." The boy's mouth flapped open and closed, and his pupils widened, as with green orbs locked on Sofia's, words failed him. What the fuck did he do now? He licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze flicked uncertainly around the room. Confidence was restored when his eyes lit upon his implements, and when he turned back, he released his grip on her arm, and lifted a hand to point. "You need to be spanked. Fetch that paddle, and bring it to me."
He then stepped to the two-seat sofa, turned it to provide a full view of the room, smiled at the woman, and completed his instructions as he dropped into his seat. "Between your teeth. And remove the top, I want to see your tits." Stuart Thomson was starting to get the hang of this domm-ing thing, and could only hope that Sofia was enjoying herself nearly as much, as with new-found composure, he waited for his command to be obeyed.
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