Chapter 15 - Vixen Dreams
Jonah's return trip to his sister's house wasn't as bumpy as the road to the hospital save for a moment of distraction that could have proven fatal. As he sat behind the wheel, mumbling mantras of adoration to his one true Goddess, the storm to rule them all, he slowed down close to a derelict building, one with far more personal history than any other building in the world, and reality collapsed like a sand castle all around, his vacant eyes ignoring everything else. Even though he shouldn't, he too fell into a pool of memories, ones that had helped create the man (and slave) he now was.
His first contact with the world of erotic femdom humiliation happened a few months before Angela's relationship with Gregory came into play, an unexpected guilty pleasure inspired by another woman. Her name was Felicia May, she was the only daughter of Harold and Lana May, owners of a cybercafe about to go bankrupt, and she dreamed of being a sex worker twenty-four seven although it was unlikely she would ever have her way while she lived under her parent's roof. Unbeknownst to anyone, the day she turned eighteen, she set up a fake profile on one of the most prestigious fetish directories at the time and made her voice heard, attracting horny, submissive men like flies. Being half-Brazilian and half South-African, she had a fiery, exotic temperament, and it was easy for people to fall in love with her dark skin, almond eyes, and more than infectious laugh.
Financial Domination coupled with humiliation was what she enjoyed the most, crushing egos and wallets at the same time. When her parents were busy looking at how much money they still had to make to cover the month's expenses which, admittedly, was pretty much all the time, she would seek refuge in a little booth near the basement entrance, exchanging dirty words via a protected server. Her true identity was safe from anyone except a pair of prying eyes.
Friends since forever, Jonah was the first to have his feelings shift into some form of romantic affection, one that was both foolish and unrequited. Felicia didn't really love people, just fresh bills that could eventually afford her a one-way ticket to Paris or London and he was still far from being the promising athlete that would one day charm the world. Whenever they were together, she hardly paid him attention for she was daydreaming of the next persona she would create to impress all the anonymous wankers all over the world ready to part ways with their hard-earned salaries in a little under five minutes. Her personal record was four thirty-nine yet she knew she could do better if she knew the right triggers to press.
Jonah discovered her "extra-curricular activities" by accident on a Saturday afternoon when her parents were out of the picture. With no customers in sight, she closed shop not realizing he was still inside. The look on her face when he peeked at her screen and read what she wanted to do to a poor sap's ball sack was priceless.
"Oh, wow!" He blurted.
"What are you doing here?" she vociferated. "Fuck, you weren't supposed to have seen this!"
"DreamVixen?" Jonah noted. "Cute alias."
"Not my first choice, but thanks," she said, slipping away from the computer to get a cold drink. He didn't follow her, instead continuing to look at some of the things she had written.
"No wonder you hardly have time to hang out anymore... this is..."
"Jonah, let's get one thing straight, okay? You're sweet and all but I'm not into you the way you're into me. And I never will."
"No, you're into verbally trashing others, it seems."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"I never imagined you the type, that's all," he replied, most of his dreams shattered.
She came back to him, coke in hand, denim skirt hugging her sumptuous curves. "Yeah, imagination was never really your strong suit, right?"
"That's not a nice thing to say."
"Nice or not, Jonah, it's the truth. You think too small at times when you should think big and holding on to every opportunity that comes your way. Thinking small is the loser way like those silly creatures I talk to. I often wonder if they're just big cocks in disguise and nothing else and, frankly, that's probably true for most."
"Jesus, Felicia! You're sounding like a lunatic now!"
"Tell that to your own cock who's enjoying being belittled as I speak. Here, let me give you something to prove my point..."
Her warm spit hit his face, rolled down his stark chin and dripped onto his Summer clothes. It left a spiraling stain on his brand new turquoise V-Neck T-shirt.
"Why did you...?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"Because I can. Now ask yourself what are you going to do about it? A true Alpha would have reacted with aplomb already instead of asking stupid questions but Alpha is just a letter in the Greek Alphabet to you, isn't it? That's not what you want to be because that's not what you are and trying to change your nature will do you nothing but harm so here's what will happen. I'm going back to my affairs and you will walk home, wearing that mark with pride all the way there. When you enter the house, lock yourself in the bedroom, take off the shirt and rub your filthy cock of yours on it until you cum. When you're done, send me a picture of the mess you made, got it?"
He flustered. It was hot indoors but not as hot as to make his cheeks turn crimson. "You're out of your mind!"
"More like inside yours. Jonah, even when I ignored you in the last couple of weeks, you kept on showing up, puppy eyes, stupid smile. You nodded every time I said something, you laughed at my silly jokes when I was trying to get rid of you so I could get back to earning some big bucks for myself. You're standing there taking this abuse and just pretending to be slightly upset with it. You fool no one and, one day, every woman that wants to use you as a doormat will, and you'll love to be trampled by them. I don't want you, but I will still take control today. Leave. You have half an hour to report to me. Bye!"
Felicia resumed her place behind the screen. The last horny beta to have contacted her had just sent her a dick pic, the "classic" way of getting oneself blocked in two seconds unless she was in Hyper Feisty Mode. Grinning from ear to ear, she typed:
"Congratulations! You've earned the prize of the ugliest piece of meat I've seen all day. Send me another picture and fifty dollars and I'll laugh at you for two minutes straight. Deal?"
The familiar "ding" of the money pouring in made her smile. On the other hand, Jonah's continuously befuddled expression infuriated her.
"One minute already gone, dickwad! Get a move on!"
He should have stood his ground. He should have struck her. He should have grabbed her by the hair and force her taste his cock and balls so she would know who was the one in charge. He should have done all of this and more to prove his masculinity. Instead, he exited the café and walked home as instructed, the warm sun blinding him, dozens of people walking in the streets eyeing the conspicuous smudge and the traces of spit still stuck to his jawbone. "Jonah Barnes, pathetic and useless, pussy-whipped without remorse!" he thought.
Halfway there, he got a text with an image of Felicia's wet pussy smiling. "Jerk off to this who will be filled by a big black cock the moment I leave this god-forsaken city. Oh, and now I want a video instead of a simple picture. Start filming the moment you get your pecker out and don't stop until you shoot your load. I think your pillow is a good place for you to do that. Sleeping in your own cum is appropriate, isn't it?"
