Bella's Web: From Dame to Domme

Ethan entered his apartment to the sound of slapping and moaning coming from the living area that he had to pass to get to his bedroom. Just what I fucking need, he thought to himself. He, Owen, and his other roommate Chris had barely known each other when they'd signed a lease to the apartment together 7 months before. It was a arrangement born more out of convenience rather than any of them having close connections to each other. Chris was pursuing a law degree, and serving as an intern at a high-powered law firm his Uncle was a partner in.

When he wasn't at school, he was virtually living over at his model-like girlfriend's apartment, which often made Ethan question why he had signed the lease in the first place. He had only seen him once since signing the lease. And that was when he and his girlfriend had gotten into a fight a couple of months before. That said, he didn't really know Chris well enough to have an opinion about him. Owen on the other hand was a pretentious, obnoxious, and immature assclown so far as Ethan was concerned. Originally from England, Owen had moved to Australia when his father retired from the British Navy to work as a contractor for the Australian Navy. Were it not for his imposing size, and skill as a Rugby player, his options for the future were limited. Ethan's hope was to get through the living area without being noticed.

"Oy there wanker, where ya been?" Owen shouted in a heavy Liverpool accent which prompted the completely naked petite redhead he had bouncing in his lap to stop bouncing and rush to cover her breasts, and slap Owen in the shoulder. At this point, his voice alone made Ethan cringe.

"Don't mind her, mate. She weren't being shy earlier, were ya Love? This is me mate, Eddie. Eddie this is...this is..." An awkward silence ensued for a few seconds as Owen snapped his fingers he struggled to remember the name of a girl he was penetrating barely 10 seconds before.

"...It's Haven," the redhead said while rolling her eyes. Owen quickly picks up the redhead, and puts her to the side, and walks over to put his arm over the shoulder of Ethan with all 9 inches of his girthy manhood still at full mast, making the already awkward situation even more awkward.

"So listen mate, I'm a bit short on the rent this mon..." Owen became distracted by Haven gathering her clothes and dressing, prompting him to drop his dialogue with Ethan altogether. "Oy! Where ya going, love?

"Did you really imagine that I'd stick around with a bloke who can't even be bothered to remember my name?" She said while she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Owen walked towards the bathroom door to lean against it. "Come on, love. I didn't mean it. Atleast gimme a quick gobble. Don't leave me in this state. Please, love."

The door quickly flung open with Owen nearly falling to the ground from leaning so hard into it. "First off, you came within 20 seconds of penetrating me not 20 minutes ago. Secondly Owen. See that? Was that so hard? I would give your mate here a gobble before I'd ever let you near my mouth again."

Ethan held back his laughter as Haven went passed him and stormed out of the front door. It was one of many universal injustices that guys like Owen got given the time of day from women like Haven, much less laid by women of her beauty on a regular basis. Or at least so far as Ethan was concerned.

"Who needs ya then, ya fuckin' twat!" Owen yelled after she left. Ethan took this as his queue to finally make an exit. He was still suffering the after taste from Bella forcing him to eat his own cum, and the first order of business was a thorough mouth washing.

"Oy Eddie! Wait a tick." Ethan cringed and rolled his eyes before turning around.

"It's Ethan."

"Couldn't hear ya, mate. What was that?" Owen said as he approached Ethan to tower over him.

"My name is Ethan, not Eddie."

"My apologies, mate. Not gettin' anyone's name right am I?" Owen wrapped his chiseled arm over Ethan's shoulder making him that much more uncomfortable. So like I was sayin' Ethan before that little tart interrupted us. I'm gonna be a bit short on rent this month."

"Uh, how short?" Ethan asked, cringing at the thought that he was gonna have to assume a larger share of the rent yet again on top of whatever the makeover Bella insisted he get was gonna cost him. He knew something like this was coming the second walked through the door because the only time Owen ever acknowledged him was when he needed something.

He heard the customary "ting" indicating the arrival of a text message on his phone. The only people who ever texted him were his mother, uncle, and Bella. If it was the very latter, the last thing he wanted to do was keep her waiting. But Owen was making that hard with his intrusion of Ethan's personal space.

"Doesn't matter. I'll take care of it." Ethan finally said, purely in the interest of making Owen go away. It's not as if he had a choice in the matter as it was. Owen towered over him, and had routinely employed passive intimidation to get what he wanted in previous past encounters.

"There's a good lad!" Owen said in patronizing fashion while he roughly gripped his shoulder as a subtle way of reminding Ethan of what the consequences of saying no might have meant.

"I'll not forget it, mate. I'll pay you back as soon as I'm able. I'll be heading off to rugby practice now. Have a good one, yeah."

Sure thing, Ethan thought to himself as he was finally able to head to his bedroom. Owen still owed him various amounts of money for 5 other months he was short on rent, so Ethan wasn't holding his breath.

Ethan closed his bedroom door behind him and checked his texts on his phone.

"Check your email, bitch xoxo," Bella's text message read. Ethan rolled his eyes before logging onto his computer.

Within the email was a reminder of the rules and 3 attachments. Two of the attachments were a meal plan, and workout plan. For the meal plan, Ethan was to eat a minimum of 6 times a day starting at 6 am, with meals allocated a minimum 2 hours apart. He would be required to have a sealed water container with him at all times. His workout plan would include upper body one day, mountain bike/exercise bike the next day, lower body the day after that, and jogging a minimum of 3 miles the day after that. Rinse and repeat. On top of that, he was required to keep a detailed journal of all of his meals and workouts that would be utilized by Bella to measure his progress.

The third attachment was detailed diagram of the female vagina along with links to two porn videos. Bella had typed the message, "Live it, learn it, love it, slave. Cuz there will be a test later."

It all made Ethan cringe. He had not taken part in any organized sports since his early childhood, let alone had he ever taken part in any weight lifting or training of any kind. He couldn't help but think of how much his father would love Bella. He had made no secret how much of a disappointment Ethan was to him for not only refusing to take part in sports, but his refusal to follow his footsteps by joining the military after high school. He opted instead to leave his home city of Brisbane and move to Melbourne to find his own way by working for his uncle and going to school.

The door opened. "Well now, look who's on time for once. That wasn't so hard now was it, slave?" Bella said whilst turning to walk away and prompting Ethan to walk in, close the door behind him and follow her. She led him into the bathroom where there was an electric razor, and towels covered the floor, surrounding a stool.

"Uhhhh.." Ethan said, nervous at the idea that she was going to be cutting his hair herself.

"Uhhhh...Relax, bitch. This isn't for your head. Atleast not the one atop your shoulders. Drop your pants and undies."

Ethan reluctantly complied. Bella got on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with a mischievous grin before returning her attention to his genitals.

"Fucking hell, what a mess. How do you expect a girl to suck something when she can't see it through this unkempt dick fro? She began lightly caressing the underside of his balls with her hand. He gasped at first, taking aback at first by how cold her hand was. "Mmmm... at least your balls are nice and warm." She said as she switched to caressing with the other hand, which was as cold as the first. But he started to feel himself grow, enjoying the job she was doing.

"Mmmm, like that do you?" Bella said as she turned the electric razor on. "Unless you want micro cuts on your balls, I would suggest you stretch out the skin and give me a flatter surface to work with," Bella said. Ethan quickly complied and Bella began gently gliding the vibrating razor up each section of his ball sack, gathering tufts of pubic hair with each pass and making him more erect in the process. He was at half mast until he felt the tip of Bella's tongue work it's way up from his taint all the way up to his frenulum underneath the head of his now fully erect cock. Precum began to bead at the tip and drip onto the floor. Ethan moaned as Bella continued flicking her tongue and lapping up the escaping precum.

"You've been a good boy, slave. I can tell you've been drinking more water. Your precum isn't nearly as salty as it was." Bella said seductively. She her tongue flickering and began shaving the hair away from his erect cock.

By the time she was done, the floor surrounding the stool was covered with dark tufts of pubic hair. "See, that's so much better, isn't it, slave? Now I can see my cock in it's entirety. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mistress." Ethan said with his eye barely open in a sort of trance.

"You're very welcome, slave." Bella said before she flicking her tongue under his frenulum again.

Only this time, she wrapped her mouth around his head and sucked deeply on the tip for the first time to extract any remaining precum out of his now throbbing cock. Ethan moaned in bliss as he felt Bella continue to work the underside of his head with her tongue from within her mouth. The feeling was indescribable. He had jerked off many times to blowjob videos. But he was learning first hand that watching it happen versus feeling it was no basis for comparison. But just like that and right when his cock was beginning to pulsate, she pulled her mouth back and popped off his tip leaving him frustrated and unfulfilled yet again. "See there, slave. Gratitude and obedience are rewarded," she said before kissing the tip and rising up from her knees.

Rewarded? Ethan thought. In what world is bringing me to the edge of cumming again, and stopping before the pay off a "reward?" Ethan thought to himself in frustration.

"Undress me, slave. I'm all nasty and sweaty from the gym, and I'll need a shower before we go to get that other head of yours trimmed."

Bella lifted her arms straight above her head. Ethan quickly took the hint and carefully lifted her white training bra revealing her bare tight B cups and taking a second to marvel. "You like my cute little titties, slave? They're the first you've seen up close I'd imagine," she said while looking down and giggling at this still fully erect cock.

"Yes, mistress," Ethan said breathlessly.

"My tights are next, slave. We'll go one foot at a time. I want you to be able to do this in the future with no direction from me."

"Yes, Mistress." Ethan said with his heart pounding as he gently pushed his thumbs down each side of the elastic bands gripping Bella's waist and lowered them past her thighs and revealing the white thong she was wearing. He had yet to see her bare body and was excited at the prospect of no longer having to use his imagination. He continued lowering her tights all the way down to her Achilles. Bella lifted each foot and Ethan pulled the end off of each foot and put the tights in a pile with the training bra off to the side.

"Time for the grand finale, slave. I think you deserve a little peep show for being such a good little bitch today. So go on then. I know you've been dying to see your mistress's tight little pussy."

With that, Ethan gently began lowering Bella's thong which had now formed a wet spot on front. The way his heart was pounding, he wondered whether he would pass out before finally getting to see what had eluded him all through school. He lowered the thong far enough to reveal a tiny little blonde landing strip.

"So there you have it, slave. As you can plainly see the carpet matches the drapes. But I'm afraid the peep show is over. Make yourself useful while I shower. Take these and my dirties in the hamper in my bedroom and run my laundry."

Ethan was again in a trance. He couldn't stop staring at the glistening folds in front of him. He could feel the heat radiating off of it, and desperately wanted to explore it. Bella had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, she was amused, and maybe even a little turned on at how laser focused he was on her lady parts. But on the other, she was annoyed. She cleared her throat prompting him to look up.

"Do you not have something you are supposed be doing, slave? Go on, get the fuck out of here and see to my laundry." Ethan begrudgingly gathered Bella's dirty gym clothes and took his exit.

An hour or so later, Ethan found himself following Bella through a thrift shop like a puppy off it's leash. Bella had been edging him off and on since they had left her apartment. Fondling his dick in his pants on a public bus with people sitting all around them, and bringing him to the point that he thought he was going to cum, and then releasing him in the final moment with a smirk. She never even looked at him, much less, said a word for most of the trip. That is, until she saw his dick bulging through his pants at half-mast.

"Ugh, you're so fucking pathetic. Get ahold of yourself for fuck sake. There are women and children around." As much as he resented her in that moment, he knew by now that any back talk or even a wrong look would be met with an even worse form of torment or punishment later.

"Sorry, Mistress" he said indignantly.

She made eye contact with him, "Damn right you are. Just keep your distance from me until you settle back down."

Luckily, he had settled down by the time they got to the shop. She immediately began rummaging through the racks, looking at various articles of clothing and then staring back towards him, regarding him up and down, presumably to determine how it would look on him. She looked radiant as usual. Even when wearing only minimal make-up with her hair tied into a simple pony tail, she looked so effortlessly beautiful. She was wearing a black and white checkered skirt that hugged her chiseled bum and perfectly accentuated her muscular legs. Ethan had only sparse moments to admire her figure though since Bella would periodically catch him off guard by throwing something she liked back at him. Scoffing and rolling her eyes the first couple of times he dropped what she was throwing.

"Do I get any say in what I wear?" Bella turned around and looked at him with amusement.

"You've had a say for the last 19 years of your life and look where you are. But if you wanna remain a hopeless socially awkward virgin who couldn't get laid in a whore house with a hundred dollar bill attached to your zipper, then by all means, choose your own clothes. And I'll stop wasting my very valuable time on a lost cause"

She regarded him closely waiting for him to respond, but his facial expression was articulating his defeat far better than anything he might say ever could.

"Good, then just shut the fuck up, and be grateful. With that, Bella turned around, and continued as though nothing had happened, and leaving Ethan with only the consolation that this shopping spree was at thrift shop as opposed to some overpriced high end brand name store. But the day wasn't over yet, he thought to himself.

By the time they were done, the little wardrobe overhaul had only cost Ethan a little over 100 AUD. Bella handed him a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple baby blue V neck shirt.

"But I've already tried these on, Mistress." Ethan said with a perplexed look.

Annoyed as ever, Bella crossed her arms and simply glared at Ethan until he capitulated and returned to the dressing room. Bella was quick to hand off the clothes that Ethan came in wearing to one of the store's employees while Ethan changed.

Ethan walked out a couple of minutes later wearing Bella's preferred combination. She took a moment to walk around to look him up and down. Ethan remained frozen, wondering what she might find wrong with the ensemble she had chosen for him. Once she came around in front of him again, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bit her lower lip and gave him a seductive smile that made his heart pound in his chest and his cock throb in the seat of his pants. She got on her tippy toes to speak into his ear. The feel of her breath on his neck and up to his ear gave him goose bumps.

"You know it really is amazing how the slightest tweaks can make such a huge difference. You look halfway fuckable now, slave. When we walk out of here, I want you to start practicing to improve your posture by walking with your chin up, your shoulders back, and your chest out. If you do that and keep being a good boy in general... there may be rewards coming to you sooner rather than later." Bella whispered in his ear as her hand grazed the outline of his cock in his pants. Ethan's breathing was shallow now, and he felt like if his cock got any harder it would cause the button of his new jeans to fly off with the speed of a bullet. Bella's superpower was her undeniable talent of seduction simply through her mannerisms and the tone of her voice. Whenever she chose to use it against Ethan, it was as though he went into a trance and the world around him froze in time. Was this solely his kryptonite, or did it work against whoever she wanted, he wondered. Bella gently sucked his earlobe and slightly bit it before coming back down from her tippy toes.

"Right, well we better get out of here. We still have to get you a haircut and we only have so much time to do it," Bella said nonchalantly before turning around to make her exit.

Ethan cursed under his breath as he tucked his raging hard-on into his waist band and quickly moved to follow her. As they left the store and walked through the shopping outlet, Ethan began applying Bella's commands to his posture, and the result was immediately palpable. Girls of various ages ranging from teens to their mid to late 20's were ogling Ethan up and down. It was a new experience for him as he had always been the shy awkward nerd who never got the time of day from girls at school. The attention he was getting was not lost on Bella, who surprised Ethan by grabbing his hand and interlacing her fingers with his as though they were boyfriend and girlfriend and smiling.

"Do you see now what a little basic grooming and superficial changes can do now, slave. Half the girls in this shopping center are ready to fuck your brains out just on account of how you look. Too bad for you and them that your cock belongs to me," Bella stated casually.

Later that day, Tracy was where she usually was, sitting on a stool cycling through her social media when the bell signaling the store's front door opening alerted her. Bella walked in followed by Ethan who held the door open for her. Tracy had to do a double take as Ethan walked in barely recognizing him initially. He was wearing the same black skinny jeans and baby blue V neck shirt Bella had made him change into before they had left the thrift store and his usually unkempt head was now shaved on both sides and neatly spiked up through the center.

"Hey babes." Bella said, amused that Tracy was still distracted and staring at a newly made over Ethan who walked past them towards the back of the store like he did any other day.