Writer note: Scarle Yonaguni is a female virtual YouTuber that routinely exhibits "bottom" behavior while claiming to be a "top." This is a short story based on some things we know about her, applied in a heterosexual context. Some of this is supposed to be comical, but it is a sex story and will be very explicit. The male is referred to only as MC and his characteristics are left vague.
Scarle Yonaguni was sitting in her room munching on some uncooked ramen and listening to a playlist containing emo bands and songs about fucking. She often couldn't make up her mind about whether she was sad or horny, and the two emotions sometimes overlapped. Her normal routine had become complacent. If she didn't have a college class to attend, she would only leave her room to get food and then come back to eat it at her desk. She was almost a shut-in, but was able to maintain her physical appearance for the most part.
Scarle had long dark hair, going all the way down to her ass, and crimson eyes. Her attire of stiped shirts and short plaid skirts made her look like a pick-me at an MCR concert, but she was hot nonetheless. She had a small frame and an average height of about 5'5", but possessed some very generous breasts that looked even larger in her little hands.
MC had just arrived home after a long and stressful day at work. He had been the primary breadwinner for the last couple of years, and had to work extra hard because Scarle was practically unemployable. She used to cook and clean, and was obedient to him at the very least. So while he was under a lot of pressure, he at least knew that he could relax at night. This changed when Scarle started her streaming job.
The company Scarle worked for wanted her to take on the role of a dommy mommy, and even though it wasn't her nature, she tried her best. She let this persona spill over into her real life, and stopped being as respectful towards MC. He began to resent her, and yesterday was the last day that he was willing to tolerate it. On his way home from work, he purchased some thin rope and a serrated knife to cut it with. He knew there were a few hours before this lazy and ill-mannered woman would be starting her next stream, and that would be sufficient time for him to remind her of her place.
When MC arrived at the bedroom, he found it in the same messy state that it had been in for weeks. Scarle must've thought she owned the place. Her clothes were piled on the bed and on the floor. There was a towel on the floor that was used to wipe up spilt drinks but it has never been picked up and washed. There are empty Redbull cans and Starbucks cups lying all around her computer desk. The place was filty. Scarle barely even acknowledged MC as he entered, and instead of coming to her, he went to the bed where he attached the lengths of rope to the headboard.
Scarle turned in her chair and asked MC what he was doing. He told her "these ropes now belong here, and they have more right to be here than you." She was shocked and angered by the statement and sprung up to confront him.
"What the hell does that mean" Scarle exclaimed. "Why would you say s---."
"Shut your mouth, right now" MC replied. His tone was very serious and strong, and he showed her that he meant what he said by placing one hand under her jaw and the other behind her neck. She raised her hands to pull on his arms, causing him to squeeze a bit tighter and sternly tell her "arms at your sides." She relented and looked into his eyes. They were darker than she was used to, and she started to realize that this situation was already out of her control.
Even though MC was furious, he leaned in and kissed her. His demeanor quickly changed back though. "You have been an ungrateful little bitch for weeks now. You've become so fucking disgusting and you've been ignoring your duties to me far too often. Today, we are going to fix that."
MC slid the hand that was under Scarle's jaw up to her cheek, and she opened her mouth now that she was able. Her eyes were concerned but she didn't yet know the words to say back to him. He placed his thumb on her lips and then pushed it into her mouth and rested it on her tongue.
"What do you think you're here for" MC asked. "What would you say your purpose is?"
Scarle was unable to speak clearly with the thumb in her mouth, but attempted to appease MC with a romantic but lukewarm response. "I'm here to be your girlfriend and share my love with you" or something that resembled those words came out.
"That would have been a good response a month ago" MC said. "What do you think you're here for, in this position, right now?"
"To fix that problem you mentioned" she tried to say.
"Closer" he said back. "I have kept you around for the last two years because you always pleased me. Try one more time."
"I'm here to please you" Scarle nervously muttered. She hadn't known MC to be so aggressive. Still, saying those words resonated with her, and she knew they was some honesty in them. "I'm here to please you" she said again, more confidently.
"Correct" MC said as his face contorted ever so slightly towards a grin. Then he took the hand that was behind her head, grabbed her hair, and moved her towards the bed. He pushed her face into the mattress and pulled her legs until she was lying face down. Scarle moved her arms as if to push away from the bed, and MC grabbed one wrist with the hand that was in her hair, pinning her arm behind her back.
