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Hey folks,

This story can either be read from a [male [incel]]( or female [Fdom] perspective. Pick your poison, sluts.

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By day, I’m a tattoo artist. By night, I like to shatter incel dweebs’ worlds into a million pieces and heal them back together with metaphorical sex glue. It’s a…hobby of mine.

As usual, I was lurking in numerous forums, trying to discover a qualified toy to play with. That’s when I met “Celrotify.” Ugh, I know; his username reeks of greasy hair and self-loathing.

He was your normal, run of the mill incel-type. Fixated on stupid physical characteristics like height and facial structure. Sure enough, he hated women for not wanting to have sex with him. It was such an intense hatred that I couldn’t withstand putting out that fire. Look, he’s a danger to society, okay? I’m just being an upstanding citizen and squashing these behaviors before they turn into a forest fire.

If you’re gonna do this sort of work, you need to know the terminology. Ridiculous words like chad, stacy, normies, roping, looksmaxxing, heightcel, red pill, black pill, and so on. All idiotic yada-yada, but damn, is it effective.

Oh, the joys of catfishing depressed men, exposing their fears, and fulfilling their most shameful needs.

**Celrotify**: *Have you ever wondered about looksmaxxing?*

I pause, being careful to string him along with shitty grammar and those precious key terms.

**Betafish**: *Plastic surgery isn’t an option rn cause $$$. Plus, I’m a heightcel. Nothing can change that.*

**Celrotify**: *True, comrade. Short men are doomed. Lol. Hardcore blackpill over there. R we still meeting 2nite? At the tavern on Hill st.?*

**Betafish**: *Bet.*

Before I know it, I’m standing at the old Flashy Cat Tavern with soaking panties, a latex body suit, fishnets, and a shiny trench coat. My half-up, half-down long black hair is elaborately tied into a ribbon braid.

This should make his little boner pop out of his pants.

A young man walks in, around 25 or so. His scrawny frame and shaggy brown hair screams “I don’t know basic hygiene or selfcare. My skillset includes gaming, jacking off, and ranting about how the world is against me.”

There he is.

I smile and call him over to me with a “come hither” motion, purposefully flashing my fishnets through a slit in the trench coat.

My new pet suspiciously heads in my direction.

“And you must be Celrot?” I tease, piercing his tough-boy façade with my gaze.

He stands there, dumbfounded. “…B- Betafish?”

I throw him a nice Cheshire-cat smile. “Now aren’t you a clever boy.” I fling my hands up to his shirt collar and pull him into my orbit. “You can either come with me now, or you can leave and return to your miserable life. What are you gonna do, sweetie?”

I can almost smell his brain burning as he attempts to calculate what’s happening.

“Oh, I see. We’re a bit shy…Let me make it clear. You don’t have a choice, little boy. Let’s go,” I declare and slide a wad of cash to my dear friend. “Love you Jeanie.”

Jeanie rolls her eyes at me and sticks out her tongue playfully. “Be gentle, mama!” she teases, sticking out her tongue.

I lead him through the torrential downpour outside to the old Cadillac and shove him into the seat. He lets out an adorable little yelp that makes me want to squeeze his cherry-red cheeks.

“I’m not going to fall for your sick tricks, woman. I’m not going to give you my money, so fuck off!”

*Here we go, annoying bickering in my ear.*

I ignore him, turns on some music, and burn through a joint. His eyes are glued to me as I perform a classic French inhale.

*It should be a crime how easily you can captivate men.*

“Talk to me like that again and I’ll lock your itsy-bitsy cock in a cage for a year, slave,” I sing and give his balls a little squeeze. He shoots up in the seat and looks at me in a mixture of disgust and surprise at my audacity.

“Now this is how it’s gonna go. You will remain silent for the duration of our trip. I don’t want to hear about the incel manifesto or any of that shit. I know all about it. Nothing you say will surprise me. So, be a good pet and follow my orders. Okay?”

Sure enough, he shuts the fuck up.

*Easy-peasy.*

The familiar shape of my modular house appears through the monsoon-level downpour.

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“Welcome home, slave.”

His legs are shaking in the seat like nobody’s company.

*It’s sort of adorable, you know?*

“Oh baby, are you scared? That’s cute,” I tease.

“Let me go, slut!” he screams, pulling back like a frightened bunny.

“Shut the fuck up, little one. Shhh…so loud,” I taunt, suffocating him with my big titties. Leaning down to his ear, I whisper, “you can leave soon but…I think you’ll want to come back again later.”

My strong arms easily cradle his light body as I march us into the house.

“I’m going to have some fun with you.”

I carry him down into my dungeon, marveling at the storm of fear and curiosity in his eyes as he takes in the sight of all my toys, whips, and restraints.

*Yes, this is all for you, pet.*

I step back and give him a twice-over, examining my specimen.

*He’s decent if we clean him up. Cute, even.*

My trench coat drops to the floor, flashing the sultry outfit I so carefully curated.

“You wanna know what’s cool about being a free woman? I can choose who I want to fuck. I can choose if I want to destroy little plebs like you rather than peanut-brained gym bro himbos who think they know what we want. I can train you to serve me, so that your entire being has been molded to pleasure me. How about that?” I question, searching his face for any sign of resistance.

I stroll towards him as he begins frantically searching the room for an exit. I clutch his puny wrists in my hands and smash him down onto the examination table.

“Listen carefully, pet. It doesn’t matter what my name is. You will call me mistress, mommy, madam, ma’am, or goddess.”

His heartbeat reverberating against my tits is making me drip down my legs.

*The idea of extinguishing any flame of disobedience…ugh I can’t take it.*

“And it doesn’t matter what your name is either. I will call you pet, slave, toy, little boy, or…whatever the fuck I want.”

He starts yelping and begging for someone to save him, so I cover his noisy little mouth with my hand. Big eyes look up at me with a mix of anger, extreme fear, and lust.

“Not so scary now, are we?” I soothe and slide my tongue up his neck. “Oof, look at you. You’re an unopened can of yum.”

Despite such obvious fear, his body is beginning to betray him. I notice his pants bulging and diligently work at unzipping his jeans. He won’t be needing those anymore.

*Ah, so you’re not immune to arousal after all, pet?*

“That must be painful. What are you hiding from me, hmm? Looks like you don’t have a tiny micropenis…which is a shame because those are my absolute favorite.”

The boy tries to break eye contact in embarrassment, so I grab his chin and make him look at me. Now for the fun part.

I trace through the numerous erogenous zones below his waist, gauging if I will need to restrain him. When my fingers touch his butthole, he tries to squirm away from me.

*Well, restraints it is then.*

“Very sensitive. You really are involuntarily celibate, huh?” I pause, soaking in his precious, rose-stained cheeks. “But your ridiculous antics have kept you this way: a sad, needy little virgin. There are plenty of women like me who would eat you up, if you learned how to please them,” I tease, hoisting his body closer to the restraints.

While he’s busy thrashing about, I secure him in the wrist restraints.

*It’s really too easy with these horny, desperate boys.*

I take a moment to admire my work.

*You would never know this sweet body belonged to such a vile young man. Seeing him tied up and ready for me to devour is absolutely hilarious.*

“Oops, how did that happen? So strange…must be…ghosts?”

His face contorts in embarrassment which swiftly turns to hatred.

“Fuck you, stupid bitch! You can’t make me into a soyboi!” he barks, struggling against the restraints.

*I really am gonna have to correct that mouth. So disobedient.*

It’s moments like these where I truly feel like a spider with a sexy, powerless boy struggling against my intricate web.

“Let’s see how sensitive you really are,” I whisper, gripping his cock as I attempt to expose the head out its covering.

He pulls away, arching his back from the pain.

“Wait! Stop! My foreskin…it’s too tight! You’ll rip it!” my pet cries, begging for me to stop. I use my long nails as a sheath around his cock, squeezing the head of his cock gently.

Ah, phimosis; with some daily stretching it’s an easy fix. Plus, it’s enjoyable to watch that adorable face quiver in pain.

“Have you ever exposed the head?” I ask, feigning care.

“Yes, but…but only one or two times…” he murmurs, as his sensitive cock throbs in my hand.

I start squeezing his cock in time with the throbbing until it’s just about doubled in size.

“Then you’re fine, pet. I’ll be gentle,” I reassure him.

*There’s no fun in playing with a broken toy.*

I grab the base of his shaft to steady it with one hand, and slowly start sliding down his foreskin with the other. As expected, he begins pulling at the restraints again.

“Motherfucker! It hurts! Stop, stop, stop! Please!” he begs in agony as tears well in his eyes.

*Oh, poor baby. Looks like you need mommy’s to kiss it better.*

I slip the tip into my lips and gently swirl my tongue around it. “No, I don’t think I will,” I announce, sliding his foreskin down just a bit more.

*Be brave, little boy…almost there.*

I expose his pink glans and continue licking up his precum to soothe the pain.

Hearing his quiet panting is driving me fucking crazy.

“Wow, what a naughty little boy you are. How does it feel to have a goddess finally touch you?”

I engulf his dick with my mouth and give him a classic deepthroat. His balls start pulling up towards his ass, telling me he’s ready to cum soon.

It’s at all times good to let the first one happen quickly, so they’re hooked.

“Fuck…fuck I’m…gonna cum!” he whimpers as his breathing quickens.

After every stroke of my lips, I increase suction on his cock so that he can’t control his moans.

I look into his soul, sinking my first hook of pleasure into him as he enthusiastically thrusts his cum down my throat.

*Your mind, body, and soul will belong to me shortly. It’s inevitable.*

“Good boy. Now, I know you’re tired, but I’m not done with you yet. I want more,” I demand, grinning at this pathetic mess I’ve made of him.

His drooping eyes let me know that post-orgasm sleepiness is doing its magic.

*I haven’t even had my fun yet. No way I’ll be letting him go without some lovely post-orgasm torture.*

Reaching under the examination table, I pull out my custom-molded fleshlight. My fingers tingle in anticipation, knowing he’ll soon be obsessed with putting his cock in my tight cunt.

“You know what this is, slave? This is a custom fleshlight using the imprint of my pussy. How about that? Crazy, right? It’ll be like you’re fucking me. Bad little boys like you don’t get to have this real pussy though.”

I march over to him and slide his cock into the toy in one motion. The feeling must be so overpowering that it’s sucked the words from his mouth.

“That’s right, I’m nice and tight. Thrust into it and moan for me,” I bark, enjoying this entertaining game.

His needy hips start reluctantly thrusting into the toy as he lets out quiet moans. I can’t make out if they’re moans of pleasure or pain though. Most likely both.

“What a good boy. You sound so cute when you’re horny, baby. You like fucking my pussy? Still sensitive after cumming, aren’t we?”

I speed up until the sound of the toy squelching against his balls fills the room.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m gonna…fuck…FUCK!”

“You want to cum in this pussy, sweetie? Hmm? Give me more cum!” I demand harshly. He jumps a bit from the volume of my voice.

“Give me more! Right now. Cum in this pussy. More! Give me more pet! MORE!”

His legs quiver as his cock pumps load after load into my clear jelly pussy. It’s a surprising amount, given it’s his second round.

“Yes, you’re so damn cute. Excellent work, pet. Your training is done for today. You’ll come back soon if you’d like more. Check your pockets when you get home,” I praise and slip my burner phone’s number into his jeans along with some cash for the ride home. “I’ve called a taxi, go along now. We don’t want you to miss your bedtime.”

The poor thing sways up the stairs, obviously drained from the whole ordeal.

Do I feel bad? Hell no. Fuckers like him need to be trained. If I didn’t do this work, he’d be out there raping women or offing himself.

I hear the door close upstairs and bask in the afterglow of domming.

The joys of being a bad bitch never cease to fulfill me.

I’ve caught such a sexy, shiny new toy.

NSFW: yes

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