Two whole weeks. Somehow Jay had managed it. Two weeks without succumbing to his stupid fetishes. Two weeks since deleting Twitter and Tumblr and Reddit. Two weeks since he'd searched anything remotely sexual on his phone or computer. But most importantly, two weeks without contacting his Goddess.
It had become too much for him. Struggling to keep up with daily tasks in his life, he found himself constantly drawn to his phone, hoping to see a message from her. His apartment was a mess, he wasn't cooking as often as he was used to, and his laundry began to pile up as more and more boxers ended up soaked in cum. His work as a teacher even began slipping. He called in sick to go spend time with her. He spent his planning blocks at school with his eyes glued to her Twitter timeline or onlyfans, hiding his erection under his desk in his empty office. It had been starting to run his whole life.
Jay chuckled to himself as he thought about how quickly he had fallen into her control. Everything had happened so fast. He'd had his fetishes for quite some time, but only ever acted on them in the privacy of his room. He couldn't possibly have brought them up to a girlfriend or a hookup. He could just picture them running for the hills as he went through his submissive desires with them. But a random Twitter search changed all that. Typing his state and "femdom" into the search bar revealed mostly what he expected... men looking for a domme, "online dommes" who were clearly a catfish, and even a few dommes that seemed real but didn't spark his interest as they looked like they were in it only for the money and really didn't enjoy their interactions. But then he saw Goddess Kawaii. Incredibly beautiful, and a myriad of pictures and tweets clearly showing she got off on having power over a sub. He had typed out his message, not really expecting a reply and then boom! Conversation started flowing and soon Jay found himself expressing his innermost fantasies to her.
Jay couldn't believe his luck in finding her. She checked all his boxes. Tall, funny, demanding, creative, the list went on. He even found out that she performs as a dancer in clubs, playing right into his stripper fantasies. He couldn't stop himself from telling her everything. About the first time he had slipped on a pair of panties and the way his cock sprang to attention every time he had done so since. How he began a small collection of thongs by secretly swiping them from hookups or his sexy roommate. He told her how he dreamed of serving a sexy, dominant goddess. Being humiliated as her pantyboy, begging to feel her hand around his little cock, spending hours with her ass firmly planted on his face. It was like talking about all his dreams coming true and she used it. She played into every fantasy, keeping him in a constant state of arousal. It reached a point where Jay had run out of clean panties after her photos, videos and voice clips had him squirting his pathetic load into the silky fabrics multiple times a day. She even prodded him to wear them to work and in public. Chastising him for not owning more.
She sank her hooks in quickly and had him in the palm of her hand. Soon he had subscribed to her onlyfans and it became a tab he checked regularly. He bought gifts from her wishlist as they brainstormed hot scenarios to play out when they meet in person. The words flowed easily back and forth, but always with a tone of reverence from his side, addressing her as instructed as "your highness."
The sexual chemistry seemed off the charts. Him willing to submit to her every will. Her salivating at the chance to use him as an instrument of her pleasure. Before a month had passed, they progressed to in person meetings. A shopping trip followed by a meal and playtime and a trip to visit her at her club while she danced were the ultimate highlights for him (stories for another time). She humiliated and commanded him with a grace and power that left him weak in the knees and wet in the crotch!
But that's when it began to get out of control. His world seemed to somewhat unravel as he was enraptured by her and falling further and further under her command. She had begun picking out his outfits, assigning daily tasks, controlling his diet, all while keeping him horny to no end with her tantalizing fantasy ideas and her daily sexy photos.
He had to break away. She had taken too much power and he knew if he didn't break away now, he may never be able to.
And now here he sat, proud of himself for what he thought was as clean a breakaway as he could've hoped for. As he got home from work on Friday evening, he couldn't help but feel good about his mental state. So good in fact that he started to get a little horny and sexual thoughts began to creep in. Jeff had not orgasmed for the last two weeks, trying to keep his mind as far from sexual topics as possible in the attempt to shut out his fetishes and his desires to contact her and fall back under.
His cock began to harden as he soaped it up in the shower. "Maybe I've earned a little playtime tonight," he thought to himself, rinsing off and reaching for his towel. Still naked, he strode through the empty apartment, grateful that his roommate worked late on Fridays. Grabbing his laptop and seeking out his hidden bottle of lotion, he settled in on the couch.
As the computer turned on though, a sense of panic set in. "Jerking off to porn is one of the things that got me into all that trouble," he thought. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." Looking down at his cock though, he knew he had to try to find some relief tonight. Going from cumming almost twice a day to not at all is a big jump and his cock throbbed in protest as he shut his laptop.
"I'm going to go out and find a girl tonight," Jay exclaimed, rising from the couch! "No porn, no Femdom, just going to go to the club and see if I can vibe with someone."
His mind made up, Jay began racing around the house, settling on a casual outfit and giving his face a quick shave. Soon he was headed out the door and on the road to one of the few nightclubs in the area. Pulling into the lot, he noticed the crowds of young people milling around the cars and prepping to head inside.
"This is exactly what I need tonight," he thought, watching a group of college girls walk past, dressed to the nines in skimpy little outfits and tall heels. Being in his early 30's, Jay wasn't convinced he could handle one of the college girls, but it looked like there were plenty of women closer to his age that he hoped to show a good time.
Jay entered the dark, noisy club and took a moment to let his eyes adjust. It had been a while since he was on this scene, but the sweaty bodies and beat of the music started to get him going. He made his way through the crowd and approached the bar.
"Hiya cutie, what'll it be?" The slim blonde bartender smiled at him across the counter. Jays words stuck in his throat a moment as his eyes fell from her pretty face to the deep line of cleavage, displaying a perky set of what must've been C cups and a hint of a lacy pink bra. His cock stirred under his khakis as his stare lingered. "Helloooo? Anything to drink?" She called out, shaking him from his stupor.
"Fuck I need to get laid!" He thought, coughing quickly to cover his pause and thinking he may as well start strong. He ordered a shot of tequila and a jack and coke. Downing the shot, he grabbed his other drink and stepped back to assess the room.
