Chapter Four
- From perspective of Alex
Jess sat quietly on the couch. Hands together between her knees. She watched Marco intently as he sat on the ground. A half smile on her face.
"Maybe, I underestimated you. You like seeing him like that don't you?" I said, watching her face.
She smiled, "I really do,"
"You like seeing him look silly. Like a child, put in his place. You like to know that he is actually feeling like the stupid fuck that people think he is."
"Yes," she exclaimed a little too happily. Marco looked at her with a simple blankness in his eyes.
"It's just.. it doesn't matter," she said looking down.
I leaned over and told her to stand. I took one chair from the kitchen table and placed it on one side of Marco. I took another chair and placed it on his other sides.
"Sit Jess."
We both sat either side of her boyfriend, who was cross-legged on the ground, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"Marco, put your head down," He didn't move.
"Jess, slap his head and tell him to put it down," I said.
She immediately cracked him in the back of the head and he lowered it. She was breathing heavily.
"Jess, you came to me for training. I'm going to help you understand your urges. Help you explore them. Tell me about you and Marco. Know that while you are talking he hears everything you say. But he is nothing. Just a footrest, should we choose to use him."
"Well," Jess began, "We have been together since college. He is a sweet guy, and always the life of the party. At college this was initially great. I was pretty shy when I left home and since I had to find all new friends, it was kind of useful to have him around. Everyone loved him and got to know a lot of people really quickly. But we are not 20 anymore. He behaves the same way now as he did then. Loud and out-there, and the stuff that comes out of his mouth is so monumentally stupid, it's embarrassing. Like that stupid t-shirt. He thought you'd respect his daring for wearing it."
At this Marco looked up. Jess slapped the back of his head and continued without missing a beat.
"I want a real man, not a boy that I have to look after and be embarrassed about."
"So you disrespect him?" I said, addressing it at Marco.
"Yes, I suppose I do. And as a result he can't satisfy me."
"Looks like the boy has the equipment, doesn't he?"
"Yes, his cock is enormous. But I have a tiny pussy. 7 inches would fill me up, I don't need 12. And its thin. It just feels like an angry thing poking me. And besides he lasts about a minute so I always have to finish with him going down on me. I have tried to spice things up, after reading 50 Shades of Grey. I have become more dominant. But it doesn't really work. He doesn't get it and I feel like he's just playing along or whatever. Until I start to humiliate him. Then I see him submit, and he gets hard. That does turns me on. Is that fucked up?"
I pondered on this for a moment. I'm not their therapist. I really don't care about their sex life. I just need some new tools for tonight. I need this fucking moron on the floor here to stay hard and not cum in 3 seconds. I need her to ignore her buffoon and do what she's told.
"The dynamic of Dom and sub is an interesting and individualized one" I begin. "I have made my sub do incredible things, things most women wouldn't dream of. But it isn't about humiliating her, it is bringing her to a place of submission. She is brilliant and complex, which makes for a great challenge. I get a rush from the fact that a woman of her caliber will submit to me, that I can control her and take her to that place. It isn't about humiliation."
"I'd like that too. But he doesn't get it. He is too easy." She replied.
"So, instead you disrespect him. Humiliate him. Strap on a rubber cock and fuck his pathetic ass. And then you see him humiliated. He gets that. And you feel good."
"Yes," she said, half a question, half an exclaimation.
"And by the look of this hard cock now, so does he," I observed. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Run with what works. Demean this half-tard like he deserves and he will thank you for it."