Dutch Girlfriend Gets Bossed

PART 1: Introduction

This is a story about how I converted my frigid Dutch girlfriend into an obedient slut.

I should start by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Mark, and I am a 33 year old accountant living in London. I love my job and I work for one of the big six accounting firms - KPMG. I'd say I'm average looking but I bat far above my average with women. To tell you the truth I belong in the 1960s in my views and I see a man's role as provider. I love women but I can't stand modern feminism. Women should be at home and be a bit more subservient to men. That said, I know that's an unpopular view that I used to keep to myself. Until recently!

Part 2: Let me tell you about Christiana (or Chrissie)

I met Christiana traveling in Asia. To say I had to fight off an army of fellow suitors is an understatement. She's gorgeous, think Bavarian goddess -- beautiful blonde hair, pretty face with soft features. She's not skinny but has a killer body, the weight is in all the right places. Her ass is to kill for but the pièce de résistance is her rack -- she has a cracking pair. I am 6'2 and she is about 5'8. She's strong and Nordic looking, athletic. She has great blue eyes and a cute Dutch accent. You can tell she's Dutch but her English is superb.

One problem with being a beautiful woman is that men will literally sleep with you anytime or anywhere. Having had to fight men off her whole life, Chrissie had to learn to be very selective and to be honest made her an ice queen. This was mixed with a conservative upbringing in Rural Holland. She loved to tease but was really hard to talk into bed. We've been together three years and I used to struggle to get her into bed or to do anything more than missionary or cowgirl. I love cowgirl but she'd never give me a blow job or let me near her arsehole (not through lack of trying). Even still she made me cum harder than any other girl. I did love fucking her in missionary, something about being on top of such a strong busty woman was incredible.

Christina now lived with me in London. She worked in marketing and was very busy, she never cooked or cleaned. She was very lazy and expected everyone else to pander to her. This used to drive me mad.

I remember once we were at the cinema, we had been for a meal and had a few drinks. I tried to kiss Chrissie. She moved away and swatted my hand away which had reached around her shoulder and slid down inside her jumper from above towards her enormous right tit. I was hoping to grab one of her enormous hooters. She was wearing a conservative v neck jumper and still looked unreal.

'You better behave' -- she mocked.

''Come on gorgeous let me have a squeeze I know you love it' I whispered. She did love it when played with her boobs but she was too cautious to risk anyone seeing even in a dark cinema. You couldn't take away her conservative nature.

'I don't like it when you're like this Mark, it's completely disrespectful' -- she was much more stern now. I couldn't help but still check her out for the rest of the show. I was rock hard.

We eventually got home and Chrissie was angry at me.

'I don't know why you're like this' - I said.

'I'm sat in a cinema next to the most beautiful girl in the world. How can I not make a move? You'd have loved it if you just let me. I know you're a tiger' I said pulling her into me. I went for a kiss but she turned her head. I wasn't getting any tonight'.

'You can be a real pig sometimes' she rebutted.

I went to bed, I watched Chrissie get undressed she was wearing a pink matching bikini and thong. Man she was insanely hot but yet again I had to sleep next to her. I'm sure she deliberately put on a show to tease me.

When she had got to sleep I pulled back the covers. She had a lacy bra on with some sexy pink briefs which really accentuated her ass.

I stared at my girlfriends incredible body and jerked off. God this was pathetic, but even just looking at her ass made me cum so hard.

Part 3: The App

I was at work the following week and I needed some IT support. I couldn't get through via the helpline so I headed up to the department on our seventh floor. As I was waiting by the lifts I heard two of the technical development team talking about a new bit of tech.

'I'm telling you, show her this and she'll do anything you want' remarked one of the nerdier looking analysts. This guy looked like he'd struggle with any women.

I smirked at the thought and loitered to listen.

'It's just a fucking light show it does nothing' -- the other guy responded.

'Yeah because you're a guy, it only works on women just try it' -- the first guy retorted.

I was curious so I interjected and asked what the app was. The nerdy guy was called James and he explained he'd designed an app. I was skeptical but interested and so humored him. He told me the lights in the app change neurological pathways and when shown to women make them compliant. He explained that the functionality can be reversed but showing a second video. He was still testing his idea which was a by product of a marketing trick that had failed.

I didn't believe any of this, it was just a show with lights. However my dick did twitch at the thought of being able to control Chrissie. The thought of what I could do with that type of control turned me on a great deal. In my naivety I hadn't considered the wider implications. The conversation I would come to realize was like bumping into Mark Zuckerberg the day he launched Facebook. I still to this day cannot believe that loser blurted out his software to a stranger. Not only that, but he gave me the script to test.

I got home and laid out Chrissies sexy pink knickers. A tight bra and sexy briefs. It was a shot in the dark but I was going to try this new app out. If it worked I wanted everything ready. If not, it at least gave me an excuse to go through her knickers.

After what seemed like an age Chrissie bounced through the door. She was wearing a white button up work blouse and tight black skirt. She looked incredible and I always felt bad for the guys who had to nurse their semis around her all day.

''Oh hey honey, how is your day been' -- she said in her cute Dutch accent. She'd mastered English but still didn't fully get some of the grammar and had quite a heavy Dutch accent which I loved.

'Great thanks hun' I said back.

'What do we have to eat this evening' she responded

I decided to take a chance and go for it.

'My dick' -- I barked back. 'Now come and get it' -- I stood up and unzipped my suit trousers.

'You pig' - she responded curtly.

'I thought we discussed this you cannot act in such a way around me' -- she lectured.

'Sorry babe I said I was just acting out this thing I saw on TikTok' I replied.

'What thing? And don't babe me' -- Chrissie responded doing her angry feminist impression. God I was hoping this worked.

'Come and see' - I said.

I pulled up the video and she watched. It lasted 1 minute 32 seconds.

'What was this' she said looking really confused.

I decided to seize the opportunity straight away and put this to the test.

'Hey babe' I said. ' I want you to answer me truthfully' I continued. 'Has anyone ever fucked you're tight little arsehole'. I smirked

'You cannot speak to me like this... ermm' she paused. 'No I've never let anyone do this to me it's humiliating I've heard. No woman should ever do this'.. She looked confused. Chrissie doesn't ever look confused. 'In Holland it's considered to be a whore to do this' she volunteered.

That actually seemed to work. I was perplexed and by now rock hard.

'Chrissie, why don't you like giving me head' I asked.

'Why are you asking me such stupid quest... ermm... because I think it's gross and it makes me choke. A woman should never submit to a man or get on her knees for him.' -- again she looked confused. Like there was a disconnect between her brain and mouth.

This actually seemed to have worked. I was stunned. I move into Chrissie and lifted her face to look up at me. She was wearing red lipstick and tasteful makeup combining with her beautiful blonde hair.

'Chrissie I'm going to kiss you roughly now and you're not going to stop me. When I've finished you're going to say thank you' -- I commanded.

I reached my hand around and roughly pulled her lips into mine. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. She accepted the kiss and didn't move. I pushed her back to the wall in our small open plan flat and pushed against her enormous breasts which felt great pressing into my chest. After about 20 seconds I broke the kiss.

I waited expecting a slap or telling off but Chrissie just looked up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.

'Thank you' -- she said.

'Check mate' - I thought. At this point about 100 thoughts raced around my brain but I kept calm. Safe to say my dick could have burst out my trousers at this point. All in good time I thought.

'Chrissie, tell me what you honestly thought of that' -- I asked.

'I think it was embarrassing and that you hurt me against the wall you are acting like a pig and I want to slap you. I did kind of like you against me though' -- Chrissie replied honestly.

'Chrissie stand where you are - I ordered. She remained against the wall next to our little kitchen.

I walked over to the sofa in our flat and sat down. My flies were undone but I zipped them back up. I was going to have some fun while I could.

'Chrissie, get on your knees and crawl over between my legs' -- I demanded.

Chrissie struggled to bend down in her tight black skirt.

'Quicker' -- I shouted. I was loving this.

I heard her skirt rip and she scurried to the floor and crawled over as quickly as she could. She knelt between my legs. Chrissie was every man's dream in this position and her formal button up blouse made it better. A respectable busty feminist on her knees awaiting orders.

'How do you feel Chrissie?' I reached down and raised her chin to face me.

'I feel humiliated' -- she responded meekly.

I laughed in a deliberately derogatory manner. 'God you're hot' I laughed. I squeezed her cheeks together to emphasize my dominance.

'I'm going to teach you how to give the highest rate blow jobs now' -- I teased. 'You're going to do everything I say' -- I asserted my new authority over this confident Dutch goddess.

'First things first, you need to undo that nice blouse' I instructed. 'Look at me whilst you do it'

It was delightful this gorgeous woman looking deeply into my eyes undoing her blouse to reveal her lacy red bra. Her tits bounced free from the restricting confines of the blouse as she slowly unbuttoned it but the shoulders remained covered. It was like being in an office having you're secretary undress under your desk. I decided to play on this.

'Now, Chrissie, I want you to call me Mr Tyler for the rest of the time you're on your knees' -- I asserted. 'I am your boss now as well as your boyfriend and you will obey me. Is that clear?'.

'Yes, Mr Tyler' -- she responded sexily. If I didn't know better I would think she was enjoying her new role.

I am not a sadist, I love women, but years of being teased, years of blue balls, made this an opportunity that no man could turn down.

'Now, Chrissie, it's called a blow job, that means we don't use hands only your mouth' -- I explained patronizingly. 'Now start by undoing my trousers'.

Chrissie moved her hands around to unzip me.

I slapped her hand away.

'What did I just say, did I not speak English or are you just stupid' -- I was enjoying humiliating my girlfriend. 'When I give you a command you should acknowledge it'.

'Yes, Mr Tyler' replied Chrissie looking frustrated.

She moved her big red lips down and started trying to unzip my trousers. She was struggling but the movement felt great. Her tongue trying to hook my zipper and get enough friction to pull it down.

'Why not' I thought. I had an idea. I put my hand on the back of Chrissies head and grabbed her blonde hair. I forced her whole head into my groin as hard as I could. Her mouth couldn't get free and she struggled for air. This was the most humiliating position she'd ever been in.

'Come on slut, hurry the fuck up' I shouted as she struggled, I laughed at how pathetic she was, now completely helpless being dominated by her English boyfriend. I was feeling confident now and with her head in my groin struggling to free herself, I reached over her perky arse and slapped my hand across her ass which was covered by a slightly ripped skirt. She squeaked and struggled against my assault. The power was such a turn on.

I released Chrissie and she immediately rushed to free my cock before she was disciplined again.

'Good girl' I teased. 'You just needed a firm hand didn't you to help you out'.

'Now suck my cock' I ordered.

Chrissie wrapped her mouth around my cock and started bobbing. This really annoyed me, I'd just given her an instruction.

I pulled Chrissie off my dick and stood up pushing Chrissie backwards. I lightly slapped Chrissie across the face. Hard enough to make a point but not so hard as to mess up her face.

'What do you say when you're boss gives you an order'- I boomed out.

'Yes, Mr Tyler' -- she squeaked

I sat back down and Chrissie came back between my legs.

'Suck my fucking cock, now' -- I ordered

'Yes, ermm, yes sir Mr Tyler'- she said

I laughed at how mousy this strong confident woman looked after only a few minutes with the app.

The blow job was terrific but I gave specific instructions. If Chrissie made a mistake I made sure she knew it. She took to it very well given her lack of experience.

I came down her throat and made her swallow every drop. Then I made her lick me clean.

'Say thank you, my little tart' -- I joked.

'Thank you, Mr Tyler' she quaked.

'Tell me how that really felt' I asked. I was genuinely curious.

'I feel like a complete slut, I feel like you took advantage of me and I completely submitted to you' she squeaked. 'I've never been used by a man like this I'm humiliated'.

'Now, I've laid out some sexy underwear for you. Go put it on and make us dinner' -- I said quietly.

As she walked away I saw her ripped skirt. Her red thong was on show. Looking a Chrissie with her red thong and ripped skirt, a new wave of new power washed over

'Here let me help' -- I offered. Before Chrissie could react I ripped her skirt off aggressively with my bare hands revealing her thong and glorious ass. She fell to the floor looking terrified her huge breasts were bouncing all over the place in her bra. I'd let her keep her sexy bra on during the blow job as I liked it. I couldn't believe I had just ripped off her skirt.

'What the fuck are these' I shouted. Grabbing her panties.

'My panties, Mr Tyler' she quivered.

I ripped them off I loved how she cowered from me now. The power was unbelievable, I had never realized it could be such an aphrodisiac. I slapped her across her bare bottom.

'You won't need these again'- I laughed. I continued my assault on her naked buttocks as I threw her ripped thong aside.

I was just enjoying Chrissie completely submit to me. I ripped her blouse off and then carried on to tear off her bra ripping it in two. I was completely overcome by animal desire. This strong confident woman completely at my mercy.

'Don't worry slut, Mr Tyler will get you some new clothes if you are a good girl' - I said menacingly.

I slapped Chrissies tits hard and forced her onto her knees face first. Her big tits hanging down below her as she tried to cover them whilst supporting her weight on all fours. I used the opportunity to climb on-top of her big frame. I was literally riding her naked body now.

'Crawl to the bedroom' -- I shouted sternly.

It was amazing how quickly our relationship had transformed. This Dutch beauty on all fours in our living room being ridden by her English master.

Chrissie struggled to support my whole weight. She was trying desperately to support me and crawl forward. I reached down and grabbed her massive tits. I'd never handled them so roughly they felt amazing. Chrissie couldn't push me off or protect her body without collapsing to the floor.

I decided that my girlfriend needed some encouragement. I straddled her as she crawled to the bedroom slowly.

'Faster you little tart' -I shouted. Without further warning I reached behind us and spanked Chrissie across her bare bum cheeks. She yelped, and I shouted 'faster!'. She struggled to move forward being ridden by me.

I laughed as Chrissie collapsed under my weight, she went down tits first. I turned her over and sat with all my weight on her stomach. Her tits were just there with nothing stopping me grabbing them as Chrissie was pinned to the floor with her arms by her sides under me. I took the opportunity to fondle them aggressively pinching her erect nipples. Chrissie looked exhausted she just lay there letting me have complete access to her giant globes. She never let me really play with her tits normally so I just enjoyed squeezing them.

'Time to power up the motor boat' I joked. 'Vruuuummmm'.

I started motor boating her magnificent breasts. Her nipples were rock hard but she she looked disgusted. I'd always wanted to do this to Chrissie. Her tits were juggling as I put my mouth all over them she was covered in my spit.

After a while I climbed off, I was getting tired.

'Now run and get in those knickers before I get any more ideas' -- I ordered.

'Yes, Mr Tyler' -- Chrissie rushed out, before sprinting to the bedroom. I tried to smack her arse again but she was too quick. She looked magnificent running naked she didn't even have time to try to cover her modesty it just all bounced out.

I went and grabbed a beer. I didn't usually drink during the week but I need a little release. That was a very fun hour.

Part 4: The Transformation

I decided I needed to calm down. I had gotten a bit carried away. When this thing wore off (if it wears off) she might dump my ass.

'Chrissie -- come out here please' I asked politely.

'Yes, Mr Tyler' -- Chrissie replied obediently.

Chrissie looked good. She bounced out in her skimpy silk underwear I had chosen. It was a light pink number with a revealing bust. The back of the briefs were revealing and tucked between her bum cheeks. He body was incredible. A real babe.

'You can stop saying that now sweetie' -- I said quietly almost apologetically.

'Thank you' -- she responded instinctively.

'Come and sit next to me on the sofa' -- I asked.

She obediently bounced over and sat next to me. I pulled her in close she sat on the sofa perched with her arm around me where I place it. I put my left hand on her plump arse. Her tits were in my face which was just fine.

I put on the Monday night football. Chrissie hated football. She looked bored but didn't say anything, she would usually walk out or complain but she seemed broken. I kneaded her bum cheeks as we watched the game. I had Chrissie bring me another beer. It was heaven- sport, beer and a gorgeous Dutch girl in her knickers. Better than hooters.

I started to feel horny and slipped my finger over her arsehole. Chrissie tensed up, he breasts perked as she tensed. I took the opportunity and started playing with tits. I poured a bit of beer on them and licked it off. Her soppy wet tits looked fantastic. I continued teasing her arsehole and sucking her tits as my team scored.

'Please stop' -- she begged.

'Stop what' -- I mocked.

'Putting your... ermm you know what' -- she stumbled over her words too shy to say.

'Tell me exactly what' -- I commanded.

'Please stop fingering my butthole' -- she whispered.

'Would you rather I fucked you're tight little butthole' -- I was really dragging this out now. I loved humiliating her.