Chapter 3: Taming the Bitch

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

I was walking my pet. You had to do that. Exercise them. They would get restless if you just left them in the house without taking them out so the entire world can see them crawl like a bitch behind you. She had her butt plug shoved into her asshole with a long, black tail draping down from it. She also wore her headband, hidden by her hair, with her pointed doggy ears attached. The thick collar was about her throat.

The leash was gripped in my hand

She’d once yelled at me for stealing her taxi. As if I had. The taxi had pulled up before me. I was opening the door when she burst out of a coffee shop, her cellphone to her ear, screaming about how that was her taxi. How she was a big-time lawyer. She was wearing a $600 Chiffon blouse, diamonds glinting in her ears, Louis Vouton heels that easily went for $400, and a skirt that was probably another $400 or $500. She walked with all this self-importance.

Like she was more important than me.

I didn’t care if she made $250,000 a year representing rich cocksuckers. She was barking at me. Yapping like a bitch. So I made her into one. Right there on the street, everyone staring at this ranting woman.

“I’ve never seen a bitch in my life who wore clothing,” I had growled at her. “Take it off and throw it in the trash. Jewelry to. And why do you have a cellphone? You’re a bitch! The only thing you need to do with your mouth is suck cock and say, ‘Yes, Master.’”

She’d stared at me for one second then she’d gasped, “Yes, Master!”

She’d darted to the trash can while everyone grinned, seeing this rich bitch being humiliated. She’d winced at each expensive article she threw into the trash. The diamond earrings. The Rolex watch. Her purse. She’d peeled off that Chiffon blouse and stuffed it in, a lacy bra cupping her round tits. She had a great body. She spent time working out, looking good. She’d smelled of Chanel No. 5. I’d watched her, my taxi waiting patiently, as she took off the bra, exposing those perky tits. They had been clearly enhanced.

The surgeons had done wonders with them. Not too big or overripe, but her nipples pointed up, not down.

They’d had a lovely jiggle that I admired as she took off her skirt, her thong vanishing between her toned butt-cheeks. She’d peeled those off. Her expensive shoes. Then she’d been done to nothing, shivering a little from the chill. She’d rushed back to me but I raised a hand, commanding her to stop.

“Bitches crawl, don’t they?”

“Yes, Master.”

She’d fallen to her knees and crawled the rest of the way, more than a few guys admiring the sway of her rump as she came close to me. I’d grabbed a handful of her light-brown hair in lieu of proper leash and pulled her into the car.

I had enjoyed her sucking my cock all the way to my destination.

But the problem with owning a bitch, you got tired of them. I felt the need to find a new one. I never kept a woman for more than a year. The maids who maintained my various residences came and went as I found new hot, young women to serve me.

And they all wanted to serve me.

Don’t ask me why, but I could control minds. People wanted to do what I said. Others accepted it. No one cared that this woman was crawling naked with a butt plug tail shoved in her ass. Not the cop who gave me a nod as I passed. Not the nun heading into the nearby church.

“Hey,” I said to the first guy who caught my eye. He was a bit of a schlub. Little overweight. Down on his luck. “You just won the lotto. You got yourself a bitch to care for.”

I shoved her leash into his hands.

“Just love her, walk her daily, and fuck her at least three times, one in each of her holes, and she’ll be happy. She’ll love you forever. Right, Bitch.”

She nodded realizing I was no longer Master. And there was only one thing a bitch could say. Instead, she nuzzled her face happily into her new owner’s crotch, swelling a noticeable bulge in him with her affection.

“Thanks, man,” the guy said, grinning.

I just nodded and headed on. Where to find a new bitch? You needed a girl in good shape to be one. Even if they were sexy looking, if they didn’t do cardio and some strength training, why, they wouldn’t be able to keep up with you. Nothing more annoying than a slow bitch delaying you.

Wasn’t there a gym around here?

I headed up to the next block and peered over the sea of people bustling through the street. I loved big cities. There were always new faces to meet, new women who needed to be taught lessons, and new holes to drain my balls.

I could produce so much cum. That was another power I had. Unlimited sperm. I could flood a woman with so much jizz, she would look pregnant.

A block to my left, I spotted a sign. Amazons. Not the online retailer but an all-women’s gym. That was the perfect place to find a new bitch. I smiled as I strolled across the street. I wasn’t dressed for the gym, but that would be easy to fix.

I’d go naked.

I had such a jaunt to my step. I was always eager to unleash my powers. I could do anything with it. Probably take over the world. But that had never really interested me. I had everything I needed. No one bothered me. I didn’t even need money. Everyone was just glad to give me what I needed. The only reason I had money was from women I’d punished, turning them into prostitutes. They sent me half of what they made. I let it fill an account.

It was like keeping score in a video game. I was curious about how high it would get.

I opened the door to the gym. At the receptionist’s desk was a perky redhead in a gray sports bra. She wore her hair in ponytail that swayed behind her as she looked up from her computer to see me. She smiled, a dazzling display of pearly whites. She didn’t have the biggest boobs, just little A-cups, but her face was cute. She was young, eighteen or nineteen, and friendly. The type of woman I’d recruit as a maid.

If her tits were bigger, of course.

“Welcome to Amazons,” she said, “but I’m afraid our membership is exclusive to women. We’re trying to cultivate a place where they can be free to get themselves into shape. I’m sure you can understand that.”

She wasn’t even rude. I was a little disappointed. A receptionist giving me attitude was always fun to punish. Instead, I found myself smiling at the positivity coming off the girl. It was such a refreshing thing to see these days.

“Well...” I paused. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Nathalie!”

“Well, Natalie, the thing is, I need a new bitch.”

“I see,” she said. Her brow furrowed. “I feel like you don’t mean a female dog, sir.”

“No, no, a bitch. Like a real cunt of a woman that I’m going to turn into my new pet. I’m hoping that there’s someone here that would be perfect for it.”

“Well, sir, let’s go and see what we have, shall we?” she said and stepped around the table.

I was more than a little surprised by her reaction. I mean, helpful was to be expected, but she wasn’t at all confused by what I meant. She seemed eager to be of service. I almost felt like I didn’t need my powers to get her to do this.

Which was silly.

“Should I gather them up for you?” she asked. “I mean, you’re going to have to inspect them.”

“Yes, yes,” I said.

“And me?” She smiled at me as we walked towards the center of the gym, the equipment surrounding the four walls. “Do you need to see if I’m perfect to be your bitch?”

“Do you want to be?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to be your bitch? Isn’t that what matters, sir?”

“Yes, it does,” I said. She might have small boobs, but personality went a long way. “Why not.” There was no way I would make her my bitch. She was too sweet to do that to her. I punished those who deserved it. I wasn’t a sadist. I didn’t just want to humiliate and degrade and women.

But when they were cunts and bitches and bossy and shrill and whining, why, they had to be taught a lesson.

The walls were lined with equipment, with rows of more forming almost rings of equipment that led to the central area kept clear. It wasn’t crowded. They were plenty of space. A group of treadmills, ellipticals, exercise bikes, and various resistant trainers that worked various parts of the body by lifting adjustable weights. An actual dumbbell station and weightlifting bench looked deserted. There was even a jump rope section where one perky redhead was bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling in her sports bra.

About half of the equipment was being used. Perhaps thirty women in total that were using the machines. They wore a mix of tank tops, yoga pants, jogging shorts, sports bras, t-shirts, and sweatpants. Some had sweatbands around their forehead in bright colors, or on the wrists. One woman wore leg warmers as she ran on the treadmill, her curvy ass swaying.

“Okay, ladies!” Natalie said with perky enthusiasm. “I need you all to come forward so our special guest can find himself a—”

“Pet,” I cut in, not wanting to drop the B word.

“Find himself a new pet! Lucky for you, you’re in the running.” The girl clapped her hands together. “Isn’t that exciting? Come on, Martha, you’ve run enough.”

The woman with the curvy ass on the treadmill was Martha. She turned around, panting, her large tits rising and falling. She had the look of a sexy MILF. She kept herself in good shape. My dick was already chubbing. Then the perky redhead from the jump ropes bounded up. Next, a blonde with large breasts, natural-looking Double D’s, sauntered up to join the line, this haughty look on her face. A round-faced, and sweet-looking brunette stepped up beside her. A black-haired woman with big tits that her tank top couldn’t hope to hide wiped her face off with a towel.

Sadly, two-thirds of the women who came up were not at all attractive. Overweight, fat rolls spilling out in the gap between sweat pants and tank tops, spandex that showed off all the reasons the material should be a privilege and not a right. A few even had cute faces, but the rest of them ... Then there were a few of the slender girls who were just plain Janes. One was even a true butterface.

The last one was a true Amazon. She towered a foot over me and had enough muscles to play an imposing Terminator. Her butch haircut and folded arms were enough for me to dismiss her. I liked my women feminine.

The overweight ones I commanded to eat well and keep losing the weight. Not much I could do for the plain and homely ones. I couldn’t command a woman to become beautiful. I did tell them to enjoy their day and keep being positive.

“Yeah, don’t need you here,” the blonde with the natural Double D’s said as they left. “He wants to keep a hottie for his pet.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

That left ten women and Natalie. They were all in a line, beautiful. Some were young, others were MILFs who had great bods and sultry smiles. They all made my dick hard. That was a good start. I was eager to get to put them through their paces.

“Let’s great naked, ladies,” I said. “Let me see those bodies.”

“Got the best tits right here,” the blonde said and ripped off her tank top.

They spilled out, swaying. They were ripe and delicious, not sagging one bit. They were all-natural, soft and jiggling as she stared at me with this challenging gleam in her eyes, almost daring me to disagree.

“Yeah, the best tits,” she said and then noisily chewed on her gum, lips smacking as she worked off her spandex shorts.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Bianca,” she cooed and winked at me. “Remember it. I’m going to be your pet. Mmm, you know you want me. I make you hard. What do these other women got that I don’t? I mean, does Natalie even have any boobs?”

“I have boobs,” Natalie said, her smile faltering. She had taken off her sports bra. Her tits were little and firm. Her nipples a pale pink. You could cup them both.

“Barely.” Bianca rolled her eyes. “You want a woman that’s got it all going on. And you, too. Not like Martha there.”

Martha arched a defiant eyebrow at Bianca. The brunette MILF had tits that were smaller, rounder. They were nice and firm considering her age. She had a sleek body, a wedding ring glinting on her right hand. Her legs were toned, her hips curving.

“Bianca, I think he wants a woman not a ten-year-old girl,” Martha coolly answered. “I’m twenty!” Bianca hissed back.

“Maybe in your tits.”

The perky redhead burst into giggles. Her boobs jiggled and had a delicious sway to them. Not much bigger than Natalie’s, but softer and delicious to see. She had stripped naked, a landing strip of red hair leading to her shaved pussy.

“What’s so funny, Britney?” Bianca demanded. “Ain’t no daddy here to buy you into being his pet.”

“Well, it’s not like he can buy you class,” Britney answered. “So I guess that evens things out for us, doesn’t it.”

“Now, now,” Natalie said, glancing at me. I found this whole dynamic fascinating. No one here liked Bianca. They were all giving her looks as they finished stripping naked.

Even that brunette with the sweet and innocent face seemed to squirm a bit beside Bianca like she regretted standing there. Her name turned out to be Sallie. When I clapped my hands together to quiet them down, she smiled at me.

But she wasn’t as eager as Natalie was at the end of the line, standing by a black-haired woman with big tits named Rita. The redheaded receptionist bounced on the balls of her feet, her little titties jiggling as much as those firm mounds could. Her ponytail bounced behind her.

I stripped naked, pulling off my silk shirt and expensive blue jeans. My cock spilled out. Bianca groaned at the sight of it. I was large, bigger than most men, and my balls swung heavily beneath. Natalie clapped in excitement. Martha blushed and looked away from me. Others were squirming, too.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You like seeing me naked. Yeah, Martha, don’t feel guilty about lusting for me. Right now, it doesn’t matter that you’re married. If you win, why, your marriage won’t matter one bit, will it.”

“No,” she said, staring at me, her tongue flicking over her licks.

“First up, I want to see how flexible you are.” I looked up and down the line. “I like a limber girl. But I also need one with stamina.”

“I can put my feet behind my head,” Bianca said. “Let’s see any of them do that.”

“Okay,” I said, fighting my grin. There was a definite front-runner.

Britney did a standing split that was amazing. She thrust that slender, left leg up in the air, balancing on her right. The pink folds of her pussy parted, exposing the juicy depths. She gave me such a smoky look.

Natalie adopted a yoga position where she seemed to have entwined her legs around each other, stand on one foot, and braid her arms together. I didn’t know how she did it.

But she had such a happy smile on her face.

The other women tried doing stretches. Breasts bounced and heaved as the women moved. They flashed their pussies at me. Martha had a thick bush, her body curvy and delicious. Rita had a triangle of silky hair pointing down at her shaved twat. She managed to do about three-quarters of a split before she gasped and then fell over.

Bianca sank down to her ass, letting the other women try their poses and stretches. She had this self-satisfied smirk on her face. Then she said, “Let me show you how to be limber!”

She leaned back on her hands and then thrust her right leg up into the air before her. Those natural Double D’s of hers swayed and jiggled. She bent her leg and then hooked it behind her neck, her heel sitting on her left shoulder.

“Let’s see any of you come even close to this!” she said and thrust her left leg in the air. “Huh?”

“Damn,” Rita said, rubbing at her inner thigh, her big boobies swaying.

My dick throbbed as Bianca bent her left leg. Her shaved twat came into view. She had a perfect pussy. Her skin was flawless. Everything about her was perfect save that resting bitch face and her attitude. I groaned as she thrust her left foot behind her head. Ankles crossed. Toes flexing. Her plump lips burst into a smile.

“See,” she said. “I’m the fucking best here. Kick those others out. Don’t settle for a loser when you can have a fucking winner.”

“A winner, huh,” I said, marching up to her. I grabbed her blonde hair. “How long can you hold that pose?”

“Uh ... As long as you need me to!” she said, the strain already forming in her face.

“It’ll be as long as it takes for you to make me cum,” I said and thrust my cock right at her mouth. “Bring it o—”

I gagged her with my cock.

I groaned as I slid my dick past her lips. They sealed tight about it. She sucked hard, her toes curling and flexing. The pressure shot down to my balls. I savored her nursing and sucking while I stared at the other women.

“Let’s see your endurance,” I said. “Get on those treadmills.”

“But turn them around,” Natalie added, rushing to them. “So he can watch your boobs bouncing as he enjoys Bianca’s mouth.”

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, nodding to Natalie.

The redhead’s long mane of red hair fell behind her back. Why couldn’t she have Bianca’s tits? Then Natalie would be perfect. I groaned, savoring the blonde slut’s tongue swirling around my cock’s tip. Then she sucked hard.

My balls twitched, the cum in them rising to a boil.

I kept a firm grip on the bitch’s head as the treadmills were turned around, two women lifting each device. They got enough of them turned around and began mounting them. Martha’s round tits had such a lovely bounce to them as she broke into a jog. Her long legs flexed and writhed.

Rita’s even bigger tits smacked together. Ripples washed over those lush breasts, her black hair dancing. Natalie’s had hardly any jiggle to them, but her legs flashed as she jogged on her treadmill. Britney had a delicious pair that jiggled, and Sallie put on a big smile for me as her boobs heaved back and forth.

Bianca groaned around my cock.

It wasn’t a sound of pleasure. It was one of frustration. She had leaned back on her hands, so she couldn’t touch her pussy. It must be dripping with juices. But that wasn’t the only reason why she was moaning.

Her toes flexed. Her legs shuddered.

“You’re going to hold this pose until I finish cumming,” I groaned. “Yes, you are. You want to please me, bitch.”

Bianca did. She squeezed her eyes shut and gave a throaty moan, a battle cry as she fought against her over-stretched joints. Her dainty toes flexed as she sucked with such hunger on my cock. She was motivated to drink out every drop of cum from my balls.

I gripped her head tight, reveling in the pleasure rushing down my shaft. Her moans and groans only added to my bliss. My balls drank in every suck. Her head twisted, shifting around my cock. She bobbed, delivering me such delicious rapture.

“That’s perfect,” I said, watching the women jogging before me. All had such lush legs. Somewhere getting tired, but they were all still moving.

Natalie did it without effort. She almost seemed to float as she jogged. Her ponytail danced behind her as she gave me a big smile. Her green eyes twinkled, enchanting to look at. A shame she had no real tits to watch bounce.

Martha and Rita did. They were side by side, their boobs heaving. I groaned, watching those tits bobbing and jiggling. The two women had hungry looks in their eyes as they maintained their pace on the treadmill.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Cum in her mouth, sir!” Natalie cheered. “Just fire all that spunk into her. She’s so flexible.”

“Yeah, drown her!” Martha groaned. “You found a good use for her mouth.”

“Just the perfect one,” Rita panted beside her. Sweat dripped across her forehead. More beaded on those big tits of hers. They were the largest in the group.

“Flood her mouth!” whooped Britney. Her perky tits heaved, looking amazing, too.

Sallie nodded her head, her arms pumping away. And her boobs.

“I plan on filling her mouth to her limits,” I said, glancing down at the sucking blonde. Her blue eyes begged me. Her toes curled. She whimpered. “You want me to cum so badly, don’t you?”

She squealed around my cock.

“Feeling the burn, huh?”

She nodded and sucked harder.