Sent Ch 7 First Pushes

Jennifer couldn't help but think to herself how fateful life could be. What were the odds that a chance encounter with a sex shop owner from months ago would not only blossom into such a fun friendship? Moreover, what were the odds that friendship would now prove so useful to guide her in this new, weird, wild situation in which she found herself.

Lola had thus far been invaluable in helping Jennifer navigate this exciting new power trip. While Jennifer had always had an innate understanding of her power over men, the ways in which she could enact that power more erotically, deviantly even... that was where her friend was such a mentor. Tonight had Jennifer wet with intrigue at all the options Lola had mentioned earlier in the week. On the one hand, she didn't want to rush into things too quickly.

As Lola put it: you can always gently push a submissive mind to go deeper for you, but once you hit a breaking point the time it takes to recover from that misstep can be a lot of work, if there is even a way back from it. No... much better to take things slowly with Eric, keep him wanting more. Besides, Jennifer wanted to savour this slow burn as well. She wanted to learn about the deepest recesses of Eric's mind, to complete her control over him. Sure, the money was fun, and the subservience was such a turn-on. That said, with each passing day: the very act of dominating someone's life was what most empowered Jennifer. She couldn't help but wonder... What could she push Eric to do for her?

Speaking of her new property, she turned back to see him pale-faced and wide-eyed. The shock painted across his face plainly amused her. She liked that he felt trapped, and yet willfully walking further into the store. His physical actions were mirroring his growing existential surrender to her power. With every step his feet took, his mind too followed deeper and deeper to her will. She knew, at this point, the concern was no longer about losing him. If that was ever a worry, it was now beyond moot. The only consideration that still lingered in her mind was how best to maximize her puppet's subjugation. She wanted to maintain his sense of self-excellence, while training it to serve her completely. She found herself a corporate weapon, a brilliant mind, and an admittedly handsome young man in that tall, lean, bookish sense. She wondered, what would Lola make of him?

Jennifer turned to Lola in a hush tone, "Hey you, it's been way too long. How's business been, how are you doing?" she offered a kiss on the cheek as her friend warmly embraced her greeting.

"Business has been great, so closing the shop for you and this new bitch of yours was an easy decision. Besides, I haven't led a private submissive fitting in the longest time. And, my oh my, you didn't tell me that you're new plaything was such a cute little loser. It's a shame we're going to have to break him down so badly, that face makes me almost want to be gentle with him." Lola said with a clear mischief colouring her latin accent, "...almost, haha" her own helpless sadism amusing her to no end.

"Girl, I know and we will, but keep in my mind I want him learning every little detail and, above all, I want his obedience training to be the priority no matter what I decide to put him through. That said, you are the master chef in this kitchen of kink, and I trust you near-blindly. Oh, and I'm not sure if I mentioned it but you have carte blanche on budget... he does very well for himself, which means he does very well for me from now on." Jennifer felt a growing internalized sense of confidence at all this. Barely a week had passed, and what had felt like a fluid novelty was quickly setting into her new normal. She was no longer simply trying on the sensations of power that this chance opportunity afforded her. She was becoming powerful. She was becoming dominant. Words and actions that sometimes felt performative now were increasingly reflex. There was no longer any doubt Eric would acquiesce to whatever wild demand she concocted; the only unknown was if his fragile mind could still even muster the slightest resistance. Tonight was engineered to answer exactly that question-- to test his limits, and define them one by one.

She shared another thought with Lola, "So, I know for certain that I want to cage him. I am hoping you have some high-end models that can remote lock with mobile apps. You know, the kind of premium fixture with all the bells and whistles." Jennifer requested.

"By bells and whistles, do you mean retractable spikes and shock settings?" Lola laughingly corrected. "Because if so, I have two models that do all that and more."

"Perfect. I am going to want some plugs, gags, collars, leashes, cuffs, crops, blindfolds, oh and that lotion you said was perfect for punishment. The one you mentioned at that omakase place we went to with the delicious sea urchin. Remember?" Jennifer hoped Lola knew what she meant.

"Yes! The superheat slime. Oh man, that stuff will fold a man in half in seconds. Yes, I still have plenty. Okay, give me a few minutes to round up some of my best stuff and you can, um, toy with your toy while I get his toys ready. Haha" Lola was beaming with giddiness as she left Jennifer to prepare her submissive seminar.

Jennifer shared her excitement. She felt that tingle stir in her pussy. Power, as it always does, aroused her deeply. She bit her lip knowing how well tonight was going to go. She didn't even need to make sure of it. She turned back to look at Eric, and as his mortified eyes darted across the room to find hers, she knew: he wanted to be hers, with every fibre of his being. She glided over to him, wearing her signature sly grin. "Welcome to Lola's, pet. Tonight, my dear friend has afforded us the entire shop for a private evening of fun. We will sample various goods, and in doing so bring your place beneath me to new heights, and new depths. I am feeling deeply excited about this next chapter where you will push yourself for me, and we can explore where your limits lie. Tonight and tonight only, I will allow you to speak freely given I want to intimately understand how your fragile little male ego is experiencing every detail of what we will put you through. Speak, and from here on until I say your free speech ends you may reply without being told to do so."

She saw Eric's entire body relax at that sense of nurturing care. It fascinated her: as much as he couldn't resist her ruthlessness, he also craved her tenderness. He leapt to answer her offer, "Yes, thank you so much Goddess Jennifer. I... I... I am nervous. Quite nervous. I've never done this before, as you know. I've never done anything like this, on my own or with anyone. This is all new to me, so many worlds away from anything I've ever known. And, please, Goddess, please know that I am willing to push myself for you. Not even, not because of any sense of extortion or need to avoid consequence but..." Jennifer watched as he fought the rattling quiver in every word he mustered, "but, but because I just simply truly want to please you. I want to obey you, I want to do better for you. Earlier today, I failed so many times. I am not in the habit of failure. I have always prided myself on being a successful man, on being a success. And I know, I know this is not about me, I--"

Jennifer liked what she heard, but she knew that if she did not manage this period of free speech Eric might monologue the entire night. Typical of a male, even when dominated, still has those exhaustingly entitled moments of runaway rambling. She lifted her right index, and gently but firmly pressed it to Eric's lips to silence him. And without hesitation, his eager mind quieted to her touch. He understood. He closed his eyes and nodded atoning in acknowledging he'd gone on too long. She let her finger sit on his lips for just a moment, then lifted it and watched as his lips remained closed and he bowed his head apologetically to her gestured command.

"Now pet, I know all of that. And, I suspect you know that I know all of that. You will work on recognizing what your intelligent, powerful, instinctual Goddess knows about you. Our beginnings in needing to coax your obedience with blackmail were just that... beginnings. We are much farther along now. I can see in you that desire to serve me, inherently. I can see that you yearn for me, not in the way that a man years for a woman, but the way that any creature years for food, or a plant for the sun. I am a fundamental need to you, and you remain a disposable entertainment for me, which only amplifies your desire. Now, some clarifications."

There, Jennifer paused and began to recite allowed each number as she correct back to Eric each of his male-minded mistakes:

"1. I know you are nervous. Part of serving me is overcoming that, because you know that we are here for my pleasure, and you know that obeying both me and Lola will please me.

2. You will fail. You will continue to fail. The arrogance to think otherwise shows me how much you still have to learn. That is not because you are not capable of success, but because you have measured yourself against the entitled world from which you came. Now, you are in my world. Now, a powerful woman is measuring your success in a domain outside your expertise. So stop trying to be an expert. Stop trying to think ahead. Stop overthinking, and trust your submissive instincts. When those fail too, trust in your Goddess.

3. Finally, stop thinking of yourself as a man. Not all males are men. That word fuels a sense of pride in you that is not only misplaced, but toxic. You aren't a man, Eric. I don't say that in any gendered sense; I say it to start deprogramming your silly little psyche. From now on, you are what I want you to be. Some days, that may be a "man" that serves me socially while still offering the safety & comforts a male in society does to a woman. Some days, you may be less than an object to me. What matters is that you embrace the simple truth that I, your Goddess, define your being, your worth, and your sense of self. Speak freely as you digest my words, pet."

Eric's eyebrows furrowed as he processed each of her three revelations. She saw in his flummoxed face that these were quite revelational to him in earnest. Even as he had descended further into a servile state for her these past days, there was still so much baked-in masculine resistance to her hold. She watched as her guidance washed over him, and a gentle smile began to emerge on his face. His head drifted into an understanding nod as his eyes suggested he was replaying her three points on repeat in his mind. She let him take it all in. They stood there barely a foot apart in silence as he weighed her thoughts, and began to consider his reply.

"Firstly, thank you Goddess. I won't ramble again. You are right. Obviously and embarrassingly. You are so right. I will stop trying to do too much. You will lead the way. Thank you, Goddess."

She took a step closer to him, lifted her gaze back to his, and smiled as she said, "Good boy. That is the most pleasant thing you have said to me in some time. No male ego polluting your words: just pure submissiveness admission. Now, I want you to focus on listening, pushing, and pleasing me tonight. You can still speak freely, but recognize that the less you do, the better."

She saw his understanding despite the seeming contradiction in her words. She watched as he grasped that she simply meant: less is more. She turned to head back towards Lola, and curled her fingers back towards him playfully wagging at him to follow. He did, automatically.

Jennifer approached Lola toward the back of the store, where she saw there was a private room for such 1-on-1 product samplings. She entered the room to see a long, large stainless steel table akin to something you would find in an operating room. Strewn about the table were all the goodies she and Lola had discussed, as well as few that she failed to identify. Those were the ones that had her most curious. She turned back to see Eric's eyes widen anew as he took in the ever-growing realization these would be used by her and on him, and very soon. Lola made a dramatic show of stepping around the room, across Eric, and closing the door emphatically behind him. The prey was trapped, Jennifer thought to herself. Time for some fun.

Jennifer spoke with a theatrical volume, declaring, "Pet Eric, this is Lola. You will refer to her as Mistress Lola, at her request. This is because it is her preference, and you should always serve based on a woman's preference above all. When I am not here, her word is your scripture. She knows that my commands are still paramount, and she will never put you in a position to contradict or disobey your Goddess. If she chooses to punish you, or to reward you, she does so with my trust and my approval. If her domination of you differs from mine in style or in substance, you will still accept, obey, and endure whatever she decides. Confirm you understand and accept these terms, slave." She lingered on the last word, pushing it towards him with her tongue.

She felt her wetness build as the word smacked him in the face. It was so hot... the smallest of shifts, and he fell deeper under her spell. She also saw his wimpy cock skyrocket up into his zipper line. He swallowed hard, and shuffled his stance to fight that sad little erection.

"Yes, Goddess. I understand." he whimpered.

"Don't tell me slave, tell your new Mistress." Jennifer chided, with a flat coldness.

Eric turned skittishly to Lola, "I'm so sorry, yes sorry yes Mistress Lola. I understand and I accept these terms-- uh I um-- your terms, I mean Goddess's terms, well both of yours. I accept it all. The punishing, the rewards, I'll obey it all. I'm yours to use, Mistress Lola, as Goddess said."

Lola didn't react. She didn't respond. She hovered there across the massive steel table, then with a predatory intensity she strode towards Eric. She was a short, curvy woman. Tanned skin and blonde-dyed locks framed her piercing eyes as they lasered in on this trembling stick figure of a man before her. Jennifer watched and wondered what her friend might try first. Lola arrived inches away from Eric's face, still many inches shorter than him. In spite of that, the energy radiating from her glare made clear how powerless he was to her.

"Down, bitch. Kneel. Your giraffe body is straining my pretty eyes." she hissed as her fingers snapped into a pointing hand rifled at the floor. Eric's knees heard her command even before his ears did; his body collapsed into a folded mess before her. Lola burst out into laughter.

"Wow, you are such a pathetic loser! Oh my God, Jennifer already has you so fucking broken. I thought I was going to have to whip you into shape, but you're actually just a fucking beta like deep inside your bones. Jenn, I thought you said this insect was like a hot shot at work?" Lola was pulling no punches as she rightly appraised the snivelling ball of a man beneath her.

"Oh, he is. Goes to show you how many other submissive tools are probably also ripe for the taking among these supposed 'successful men'. He's completely mine now, aren't you, pet?" Jennifer mimed the air quotes as she added onto Lola's vicious humiliation. Eric silently nodded as his erection grew more and more pronounced, but just as skinny as ever. His hips lurched as he resisted the building urges their onslaught fueled within him.

"Oh my God, can you stop squirming like a fucking worm?" Lola barked at him as she lifted her heel to his waist. She kick-pushed him as he doubled over from the nudge, now in a sort of bowing fetal position on the floor. "You know what? These white-collar clothes are too good for you, especially in here bitch. When you are in my shop, you wear what I say. Strip naked, now."

Eric laid on the ground, clearly struggling to process it all. He turned back towards Jennifer, then back to Lola. A long second past, and Lola raised her voice further, "Did I fucking stutter? Strip naked, you little piece of shit." Even still, she watched as Eric froze, petrified by her ferocity.

Jennifer took all this in, and understood her fragile pet was overwhelmed by her admittedly intense friend. She lifted her hand to signal to Lola wordlessly that she would intervene, to warm Eric to her friend's far harsher, heartless tone. She knelt down over her pet and whispered, though still loud enough for Lola to hear too.

"Slave, you are my property. This is your chance to show me that, even though you crave my tender care most, you understand that my friends may dominate you differently. Sometimes, that will be harsh, cold, and intense. That is good. Good because I like it, and what I like is what you must learn to love. Good because it will broaden your submissive self. And most importantly, good because I love Lola, and she is your Mistress. So what she likes is also what you will learn to love. Now, you have disobeyed her by hesitating to obey your command. So, now, you will face the consequences of that failure. First, you will give me your phone. I will add her CashApp, and send her a tribute from your account that I deem fitting for this indiscretion. Your phone will remain in my hands until tonight is over. Every time that you disobey, I will send it to her again. If you disobey another command worse than you have now, I will send an even greater amount. I might even send to myself overtop what I send her. Now, you are going to remove your clothes for me, because you just said that you want to be a success for me, and more importantly because your actions represent my domination of you as a Goddess. Once naked, you will bend over this lovely steel table, and Mistress Lola is going to punish you physically for the embarrassment that you have caused me by failing to obey her. You are going to thank Mistress Lola for the chance to atone for your ridiculous inability to follow such a simple instruction, and for the chance to send her the money that she deserves for tolerating your stupidity. You are also going to thank her for the gift of learning through bodily pain the importance of obeying her words promptly and precisely, each time she exacts a new gift onto you. I want you to be especially vocal if she is more forceful with certain blows."

Jennifer saw his eyes well up just a touch. Clearly, this had him near his brink. She leaned in even more closely to him, and caressed his trembling face in each of her hands. "My sweet pet, you can do this. You will do this. Not because you know what happens if you don't, but because you want to-- on the other side of this hurdle, is a pleasure you will give me in servitude that is so much greater than any you've achieved before. So be a good slave for me, strip, bend over the table, and thank Mistress Lola for the chance to tribute and receive the gift of her punishment. Now." Jennifer watched as his fear dissolved into that familiar sanctuary he found when she weaponized her gentleness over him. He nodded, the afternoon stubble of his beard softly scratching her palms as she felt half a tear wipe across them. He propped himself up, and stripped naked with a resilient calm in his eyes now. Jennifer gave Lola a look to say she could now step back to lead the next steps.

"I didn't realize your new bitch had such a soft side. Good to know. I'll be just a little nicer to you, until you learn to handle my fiery side, bitch. And I get that your Goddess is this sweet, sexy, elegant powerhouse. I'm clearly a little different: all bark, even more bite. So first thank me for stealing your hard-earned cash, then spread that pasty ass over the table. Like your Goddess said... I have some gifts to give you."

Both Jennifer and Lola's eyes stared down at a now naked Eric as he turned to Lola, and finding a barely-steady voice deep from within him, replied, "Yes, thank you Mistress Lola. And... truly, deeply, thank you my incredible perfect Goddess Jennifer. Your care... I don't deserve it. You guide me so well. I can do this. I will do this, for both of you. Thank you Mistress Lola for pushing me. That is the point of tonight, and I was too stupid to see that. I see it now. Please accept the tribute my Goddess sends you as my show of gratitude." On cue, Jennifer tapped across Eric's phone and sent a ping to Lola's.