Jenna stands over me, her curves making her already domineering presence loom that much larger. My cock sits limply between my legs as I kneel before her, a sign of my inferiority. Books on feminism, gynarchy, and female superiority sit on her bookshelf. I swallow hard as I try to maintain eye contact, my cock begins to throb and grow, and she acknowledges this with a smile.

Jenna was always bossy, but since moving back home, she’s been a tyrant. For the last four years, since she’d been at college, I was made only to serve her on summer vacation, as well as spring break, Christmas, and usually thanksgiving. She’d also usually appear on her birthday. I remember the countless foot massages and full body massages. I remember all the hours spent at her house (she lives next door) being her footstool while she binge watched tv shows. All the blowjobs I had given her male friends, all the toilets I had cleaned for her. Jenna is a cruel young woman, and I love her for it.

She slowly moves her foot towards my now throbbing cock, lightly brushing against it. I gasp quietly, smile, and thank her. She’s in her element. The light from the window hits her perfectly from behind and it makes her curves pop even more than usual. I let out a moan and begin to leak pre-cum. Jenna wipes the dribble of semen with her toe and brings it to my lips and says “clean it,”and after I do, I hear what I long to hear everyday from her; “good bitch.” She laughs.

I wanted to tell Jenna for the longest time how much I loved her dominance over me. How I wanted to follow her wherever she would go, just to serve her, to bring her happiness in any capacity. But Jenna wasn’t about talk, because talk is cheap, and with Jenna, I knew not to let my mouth write checks that my ass (or balls) couldn’t cash.

She runs her hand through my hair and then grabs it, shaking my neck hard before dragging me down the hall. She stomps when she walks, especially when she’s feeling “fierce”, which is most of the time. For a brief moment, as she continues dragging me by my hair, while I crawl, trying to keep up with her, her strong powerful legs firing like pistons with ever step, I almost feel like it’s too much, like I’m about to cum right there, but the moment passes when we come to the sliding door, which Jenna opens, and leads me to the pool.

Still on my knees, I watch in awe, like I always do, as she slides her yoga pants off, revealing only a thong bikini. She turns to me and smiles sweetly, I lower my head in reverence. When I look back up, Jenna has her top off, and nothing covering her perfect breasts.

The look on her face is one of pure, unadulterated confidence. Female power mixed with beauty. She knows I’ll do anything for her.

She sits on a lounging chair just by the pool, and crosses her legs. Her gorgeous brown hair blows gently in the warm summer wind. I kneel patiently. She stares at me and then says “crawl, boy.” And I do, I crawl over to her like a good bitch. She hands me a bottle of tanning oil and tells me to rub it on her back, and not to miss a spot.

She moves onto her stomach and puts her AirPods in, starts to play lady Gaga. I squirt the oil into my hand and notice that her shapely, lovely ass is just a foot from my face, her thick thighs looks so inviting, I want them to squeeze the life from me. Her cheeks swallow the thong entirely and I start to throb, hard.

You certainly couldn’t get away with calling Jenna petite, because she wasn’t. She worked out and kept her body somewhat firm, but maintained a very feminine thickness that made men Drool. Her butt was rounded from squats and other exercises that targeted her glutes and thighs. I had fantasized forever about the feeling of being suffocated underneath her. I constantly thought about how she would taunt me, maybe even flex her strong biceps, or film a video to show to all her friends. Meanwhile, I would me smothered, inhaling the scent of her delicious asshole.