Queen Naomi & Bobby Pt 2: Fan Fiction Bobby was a mess. It had been two weeks since he had gone over
to Naomi’s. Two weeks since she had
turned his world upside down. Two weeks
since she had reduced him to nothing for the amusement of her friends as they
watched and cheered and laughed. He was
an alpha, a dominant male but not that day.
He still didn’t know how it happened, but she had made him feel
absolutely powerless. He had obeyed her
every command and even let her fuck him in the ass with her strapon. He had only himself to
blame. He hadn’t even put up a fight. He should have stood up to her! He should have put her in her place! It should have been her taking it in the ass
from him! Instead he had found himself
totally overwhelmed by her presence. She
was so powerful and beautiful and he had just submitted to her. The way she kissed him made him weak in the
knees. NO woman had ever kissed him like
that and he melted in her arms. He had
even begged to suck her tits and he distinctly remembered praising her for her
dominance. It wasn’t that such
behavior was foreign to him. He just
wasn’t used to being the one submitting.
He was an alpha male. More than
one woman had wound up on her knees sucking his cock or over his knee for a
spanking, begging their master for mercy before he fucked them senseless. Except this time it was he who had been
fucked senseless. It was he who had
begged his ‘master’ for mercy. His sense
of identity was in tatters. After escaping Naomi’s
place he had limped home and slept a very fitful sleep. The next day he called his current slave Miranda. In a vain effort to recover his manhood he
fucked her for all he was worth. It was
no use. It wasn’t satisfying in the way
it should have been. He looked at
Miranda and compared her to Naomi. No
contest. Naomi is a WOMAN. Miranda really more like a little girl. He ordered her to leave and tried to figure
out what to do next. From there his life
spiraled downward. He was functional but
just barely. Getting by at work but a
couple of coworkers had asked if he was alright. He wasn’t cooking (surviving on takeout) or
cleaning and he only returned calls or texts that were absolutely
necessary. Naomi had tried to contact him
a few times but he ignored her attempts.
It almost seemed that he was hoping it would all go away if he pretended
it didn’t exist. Of
course he fantasized about a second meeting with Naomi where she succumbed to
his manly power and the world was set back right again. At night however he would dream about her
dominating him again and would wake up so aroused he had to masturbate to
relieve the pressure. In spite of this
he still couldn’t identify himself as a submissive. “It was just a fluke” he would tell himself,
next time will be different. But he made
no attempt to face her again or even contact her. And
so the day dawned when a dark sexy figure slipped stealthily into his house and
walked up behind him. Bobby was
oblivious, lost in yet another daydream of bending Naomi to his will. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin and
turned around unable to believe what he just heard. Yet there she was in his living room standing
with her hands on her hips wearing boots, tight jeans and a sexy top that
showed off her beautiful breasts. “OH
SHIT!!” he exclaimed “How did you…?” “Shut up Bobby” she calmly
replied, cutting him off in mid sentence.
She advanced on him confidently and he retreated. Before he knew it she had backed him all the
way up against the wall. He put up his
hands in a defensive gesture but that didn’t stop her. Casually she reached out, grabbed him by the
ear and led him back to the middle of the room as if he was just an unruly
child. Still holding the painful
grip on his ear Naomi began laying down the law, speaking sternly but not
yelling “Now listen up boy I know this
is hard for you but I am out of patience.
I own you now! I proved my
superiority and I claimed you in front of my friends! You submitted to me and you don’t get to take
that back! So tell me who the boss is
right now and make me believe it!” “YOU
ARE!” He exclaimed. “You’re the boss, I’m your bitch!” “Good boy” she said releasing his ear and
stepping back. “Now prove it to me. Take off your clothes walk over to me and
place your balls in my hand.” Bobby
looked unbelievingly at her for just a moment.
“Don’t make me come over there and do it for you.” He quickly obeyed her and placed his balls
into her outstretched hand. She gripped
them firmly, almost but not quite painfully.
If there was ever any real chance of him rebelling it was clearly gone
now. With his manhood now totally in her
control he stood there and hoped she would be merciful. Still gripping his balls
Naomi pulled out her cell phone and made a call. “Yeah it’s me. No he didn’t give me any trouble. Told you he wouldn’t. When can you be here? That’s perfect, you’re the best girl, see you
then.” Turning back to him she became
stern once again. “I’m going to ask some
questions and you are going to tell me the truth. Did you ignore my calls and texts?” “Yes my queen” he admitted remembering how
she told him to address her. “That never
happens again!” She declared while
tightening her grip on his balls. “Did
you fantasize about dominating me?” “Yes
my queen” he said. “That will never
happen at all.” She laughed. “And finally did you fuck that little slut
Miranda?” Bobby knew better than to
lie. “Yes my queen” he meekly
confessed. “That is unacceptable!” She stated while tightening her grip even
more. “Well don’t worry about her
anymore, I already spoke to her and she knows you’re a real woman’s property
now.” Releasing his balls she
walked over to the couch and told him to get over her knees. There was no question about obeying her and
he did as he was told. Using only her
hand Naomi proceeded to wear his ass out.
She made sure that he understood that he and his cock were now hers and
hers alone. Fucking anyone else (unless
ordered to) was completely out of the question.
Bobby tried to apologize but she told him to “save it for later.” Eventually she pushed a now crying Bobby onto
the floor and ordered him to “Get me a drink and clean this pigsty up.” Once again Bobby did as he
was told and got about the business of cleaning up his place. She was right it
was a mess. As he did he thought long
and hard about his situation and about Naomi.
It wasn’t easy but he now saw that she was completely right. She had proved her superiority and he should
have been a man and accepted that.
Instead he had acted like a child and she had treated him like one. He deserved to be punished for fucking
Miranda. It was disrespectful and he
only hoped she could forgive him.
Looking at her she looked so strong and confident and his desire grew to
dizzying heights. As if reading his mind she
told him “That’s enough for the moment now stop staring at me and get yourself
cleaned up. My friend Tonya is coming
over.” He scurried to obey not even
thinking about what Tonya would be coming over for. He showered and shaved and did the best he
could to make himself presentable in hopes of pleasing her. She came in and inspected him as he was
finishing up. “Not bad” she stated while
running her hands over his body. His
cock was fully erect and she grabbed it firmly.
“Now see to it you keep yourself cleaned up in the future. No more of this crap. Understand?”
“Yes my queen. Please my queen
can I apologize now? “You may” she
answered. Bobby got down on his hands
and knees and apologized and begged for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry for fucking her. Please forgive me!! Please!” After a few minutes she
told him to stop and to get up. She
looked in his eyes and said “You are going to be a great slave but don’t ever
disrespect me again or you will live to regret it. You are forgiven but I think a reminder is in
order to make sure you remember who owns you.”
Leading him out to the living room he saw a woman setting up a table and
other equipment. The equipment was for
tattoing and he looked at her. “You are
going to be branded. Are you ready
Tonya?” “Yeah I’m good. So this is the naughty boy. Well lay on the table naughty boy.” He obeyed without hesitation and with Naomi
staring into his eyes he quietly endured his ordeal as Tonya tattooed ‘Property
of Naomi’ on his ass. “There that’s better, now
that that’s out of the way you can show me what a good slave you are going to
be.” Stay tuned for more installments of the story, written by my slave, Bobby. And to find out what has him enslaved, call 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Queen Naomi!! #femdom #findom #domme #bdsm #kink #phonesex #castration #eunuch
to Naomi’s. Two weeks since she had
turned his world upside down. Two weeks
since she had reduced him to nothing for the amusement of her friends as they
watched and cheered and laughed. He was
an alpha, a dominant male but not that day.
He still didn’t know how it happened, but she had made him feel
absolutely powerless. He had obeyed her
every command and even let her fuck him in the ass with her strapon. He had only himself to
blame. He hadn’t even put up a fight. He should have stood up to her! He should have put her in her place! It should have been her taking it in the ass
from him! Instead he had found himself
totally overwhelmed by her presence. She
was so powerful and beautiful and he had just submitted to her. The way she kissed him made him weak in the
knees. NO woman had ever kissed him like
that and he melted in her arms. He had
even begged to suck her tits and he distinctly remembered praising her for her
dominance. It wasn’t that such
behavior was foreign to him. He just
wasn’t used to being the one submitting.
He was an alpha male. More than
one woman had wound up on her knees sucking his cock or over his knee for a
spanking, begging their master for mercy before he fucked them senseless. Except this time it was he who had been
fucked senseless. It was he who had
begged his ‘master’ for mercy. His sense
of identity was in tatters. After escaping Naomi’s
place he had limped home and slept a very fitful sleep. The next day he called his current slave Miranda. In a vain effort to recover his manhood he
fucked her for all he was worth. It was
no use. It wasn’t satisfying in the way
it should have been. He looked at
Miranda and compared her to Naomi. No
contest. Naomi is a WOMAN. Miranda really more like a little girl. He ordered her to leave and tried to figure
out what to do next. From there his life
spiraled downward. He was functional but
just barely. Getting by at work but a
couple of coworkers had asked if he was alright. He wasn’t cooking (surviving on takeout) or
cleaning and he only returned calls or texts that were absolutely
necessary. Naomi had tried to contact him
a few times but he ignored her attempts.
It almost seemed that he was hoping it would all go away if he pretended
it didn’t exist. Of
course he fantasized about a second meeting with Naomi where she succumbed to
his manly power and the world was set back right again. At night however he would dream about her
dominating him again and would wake up so aroused he had to masturbate to
relieve the pressure. In spite of this
he still couldn’t identify himself as a submissive. “It was just a fluke” he would tell himself,
next time will be different. But he made
no attempt to face her again or even contact her. And
so the day dawned when a dark sexy figure slipped stealthily into his house and
walked up behind him. Bobby was
oblivious, lost in yet another daydream of bending Naomi to his will. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin and
turned around unable to believe what he just heard. Yet there she was in his living room standing
with her hands on her hips wearing boots, tight jeans and a sexy top that
showed off her beautiful breasts. “OH
SHIT!!” he exclaimed “How did you…?” “Shut up Bobby” she calmly
replied, cutting him off in mid sentence.
She advanced on him confidently and he retreated. Before he knew it she had backed him all the
way up against the wall. He put up his
hands in a defensive gesture but that didn’t stop her. Casually she reached out, grabbed him by the
ear and led him back to the middle of the room as if he was just an unruly
child. Still holding the painful
grip on his ear Naomi began laying down the law, speaking sternly but not
yelling “Now listen up boy I know this
is hard for you but I am out of patience.
I own you now! I proved my
superiority and I claimed you in front of my friends! You submitted to me and you don’t get to take
that back! So tell me who the boss is
right now and make me believe it!” “YOU
ARE!” He exclaimed. “You’re the boss, I’m your bitch!” “Good boy” she said releasing his ear and
stepping back. “Now prove it to me. Take off your clothes walk over to me and
place your balls in my hand.” Bobby
looked unbelievingly at her for just a moment.
“Don’t make me come over there and do it for you.” He quickly obeyed her and placed his balls
into her outstretched hand. She gripped
them firmly, almost but not quite painfully.
If there was ever any real chance of him rebelling it was clearly gone
now. With his manhood now totally in her
control he stood there and hoped she would be merciful. Still gripping his balls
Naomi pulled out her cell phone and made a call. “Yeah it’s me. No he didn’t give me any trouble. Told you he wouldn’t. When can you be here? That’s perfect, you’re the best girl, see you
then.” Turning back to him she became
stern once again. “I’m going to ask some
questions and you are going to tell me the truth. Did you ignore my calls and texts?” “Yes my queen” he admitted remembering how
she told him to address her. “That never
happens again!” She declared while
tightening her grip on his balls. “Did
you fantasize about dominating me?” “Yes
my queen” he said. “That will never
happen at all.” She laughed. “And finally did you fuck that little slut
Miranda?” Bobby knew better than to
lie. “Yes my queen” he meekly
confessed. “That is unacceptable!” She stated while tightening her grip even
more. “Well don’t worry about her
anymore, I already spoke to her and she knows you’re a real woman’s property
now.” Releasing his balls she
walked over to the couch and told him to get over her knees. There was no question about obeying her and
he did as he was told. Using only her
hand Naomi proceeded to wear his ass out.
She made sure that he understood that he and his cock were now hers and
hers alone. Fucking anyone else (unless
ordered to) was completely out of the question.
Bobby tried to apologize but she told him to “save it for later.” Eventually she pushed a now crying Bobby onto
the floor and ordered him to “Get me a drink and clean this pigsty up.” Once again Bobby did as he
was told and got about the business of cleaning up his place. She was right it
was a mess. As he did he thought long
and hard about his situation and about Naomi.
It wasn’t easy but he now saw that she was completely right. She had proved her superiority and he should
have been a man and accepted that.
Instead he had acted like a child and she had treated him like one. He deserved to be punished for fucking
Miranda. It was disrespectful and he
only hoped she could forgive him.
Looking at her she looked so strong and confident and his desire grew to
dizzying heights. As if reading his mind she
told him “That’s enough for the moment now stop staring at me and get yourself
cleaned up. My friend Tonya is coming
over.” He scurried to obey not even
thinking about what Tonya would be coming over for. He showered and shaved and did the best he
could to make himself presentable in hopes of pleasing her. She came in and inspected him as he was
finishing up. “Not bad” she stated while
running her hands over his body. His
cock was fully erect and she grabbed it firmly.
“Now see to it you keep yourself cleaned up in the future. No more of this crap. Understand?”
“Yes my queen. Please my queen
can I apologize now? “You may” she
answered. Bobby got down on his hands
and knees and apologized and begged for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry for fucking her. Please forgive me!! Please!” After a few minutes she
told him to stop and to get up. She
looked in his eyes and said “You are going to be a great slave but don’t ever
disrespect me again or you will live to regret it. You are forgiven but I think a reminder is in
order to make sure you remember who owns you.”
Leading him out to the living room he saw a woman setting up a table and
other equipment. The equipment was for
tattoing and he looked at her. “You are
going to be branded. Are you ready
Tonya?” “Yeah I’m good. So this is the naughty boy. Well lay on the table naughty boy.” He obeyed without hesitation and with Naomi
staring into his eyes he quietly endured his ordeal as Tonya tattooed ‘Property
of Naomi’ on his ass. “There that’s better, now
that that’s out of the way you can show me what a good slave you are going to
be.” Stay tuned for more installments of the story, written by my slave, Bobby. And to find out what has him enslaved, call 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Queen Naomi!! #femdom #findom #domme #bdsm #kink #phonesex #castration #eunuch
