I turn the corner and bump into big soft tits. I fall to my back and the academy’s number one bully, Deanna Charleston stands over me.
“Watch where you’re going!” Her emerald eyes burn under pierced eyebrows. Black curls fall over one shoulder since she shaved the other side to the scalp.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.” I jump to my feet and bow. “Please, forgive me.”
Her arms fold under her breasts. “You’re that Fairfield kid, aren’t you?”
I bow deeper. “Yes.”
“Come over to my house after school.”
*What? Go to her house?* “I… I don’t know where you live.”
“Not interested in excuses, bitch. If you’re not there when I get home, I’ll beat your ass tomorrow.” She walks off and my eyes can’t unglue from her ass.
Dressed in a tight corset, mini-skirt and fishnet stocking, all of which have to break dress code, her plump ass cheeks peek out from under the skirt.
Why the fuck would Deanna, the Queen of Mean, want me to go to her house? *And how am I going to find her house? Wait! Didn’t she say I need to be there when she gets home?*
Third and fourth period are filled with thoughts of how I’m going to get to her house, how I’m going to find it and right as the bell rings for lunch hour, the idea strikes me.
I run to the parking lot, thank god my English class is on the same side of the campus. Searching all the people heading to their car I spot the goth queen.
I run up to her and bow again, continuing to walk since she doesn’t stop for me. “Miss. Deanna, may I have a ride to your house?”
“A ride? That sounds like a favor.”
I gaze up at her, focusing my eyes on her heavily pierced ear so I won’t look at her breasts.
She’s not overly tall. I’d guess she’s probably five-five, but given her boots with steep heels, she’s closer to five-ten, five-eleven. Given that I’m only five-one, she towers over me.
“I would very much appreciate your help.”
“Fine, but you owe me.” She clicks a button on her key fob and the trunk to a Lexus pops open. “Get in.”
“In the… trunk?”
She blinks, staring a hole through me.
I climb in the trunk and she shuts it. Several minutes later and we stop for several minutes before one of the doors open and shut.
“Hey, little dove,” Deanna says.
“Hi.” A little girl responds.
The car drives on as Deanna questions the girl about her day at school and what she learned. The car comes to a stop, the doors open and shut and then a door shuts farther away.
I lay in the car for a few minutes, but nothing happens. Minutes stretch into hours and on several occasions, I consider banging on the trunk, but I don’t. Deanna would be upset if I did something like that.
The car door slams shut, jolting me awake. *When did I fall asleep?* The car starts and soon we’re on the road.
“Miss. Deanna?” I call. I try one more time but when there’s no response, I go back to staying quiet.
When the car stops, my heart hammers my chest, worried that she won’t open the trunk, but I breathe a sigh of relief when the latch pops.
“Hey, bitch-boy. Forgot you were in here.” She crooks a finger before pointing to the asphalt next to her. “Out.”
I hop out of the trunk, joints stiff but grateful for the stretch.
She closes the trunk and frowns at me while one of her brows lift. “Listen up, beta. I wanted you at my house yesterday so I could use you, but that didn’t happen. So you owe me for not holding up your end of the deal.”
*End of the deal? What is she talking about?* “But I—”
“Quiet.”
The single word strangles my argument.
“You owe me twice, now. So you better be at my house today, or you’re going to get your ass destroyed.” She shoves her books into my arms and snaps her fingers. “Heel, boy.”
I follow behind her, my eyes darting back and forth, wondering who might see me doing her bidding. I can’t deny, being this close to her, with her scent of dark cherries and black raspberries, I’m kind of in heaven.
As mean as she is, and how fucked up it is that she left me in her trunk overnight, no one can deny that she’s the hottest girl in the school, and when she leaves this year, that title will go to her younger sister who looks like her fucking twin with maybe slightly smaller tits. Still, right now, I’m dealing with the *big* sister. Rumored L-cup tits, narrow waist, both held with a red corset that could have been custom made it’s so perfect for her. Wide hips and thighs made thick thanks to years of soccer are wrapped in skintight black jeans with the occasional tear in the front to show off her soft, lightly tanned skin.
“Um… Miss. Deanna.”
“Don’t talk, beta. Just hold my things and follow. Don’t think until I dismiss you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her black painted lips spread into a smile that pulls one of her two lip piercings to the side.
We walk a few halls and a several heads turn to regard us. Other girls giggle and whisper but the some of the guys’ eyes land hard on me, probably wondering what I’m doing with her. I just hope her boyfriend—
“Micha! There you are, baby.” Deanna wraps her arms around Micha’s neck and plants a kiss on his lips. She snaps her fingers and points to the class we’re standing next to. “Back corner, next to the window. Then you can leave.”
Micha asks who I am but I hurry into the class to drop off her stuff so I don’t hear her response. When I leave, the two are making out and I take my chance to slip by unnoticed.
When lunch comes around, I don’t know what else to do but ask for another ride since I never saw where she took me last time. I wait by her car and when she shows up, she pops the trunk, glaring at me.
“You won’t forget this time?”
Her face remains impassive, so I climb in again.
She shuts the trunk and her laugh reaches through the trunk.
Same as yesterday, she drives to the elementary school down the street from the high school. I try to remember turns, the length of time we’re on a street, number of speed bumps. I get lost in her neighborhood, but I at least know which neighborhood she lives in.
The door to what I assume is the garage shuts and I knock on the trunk. “Hello? Miss. Deanna?”
Nothing.
I wait again but she never comes, so I lay my head down to go to sleep. *Hopefully when I wake up, I’ll be in my own bed and this will all just be a dream.*
The trunk pops open, waking me. Deanna stands over me holding a finger to her lips. She snaps her fingers and points to the ground next to her.
I climb out of the car, a little slower than I did last time, but when I make it out, she shuts the trunk by lowering it down and pressing on it to lock the latch.
Crickets chirp and a cold chill fills the air. She wears a black t-shirt that strains to hold her chest with the word, *Obey* written in in red. It’s cut short to show off her flat, toned stomach and with her chest so heavy, the bottoms of her breasts peek out. Grey sweatpants cover her bottom, and her feet are bare.
“What time—”
Her palm smacks me across the cheek with a loud crack of skin.
She crooks her finger and walks off. Without knowing what’s going on, I follow her.
The garage door leads into a dark kitchen. The clock on the microwave reads 1:05.
*Shit. I’ve been gone for two fucking days! What is Dad going to say when I get home?*
Deanna leads me up a spiral staircase leading to a hallway. The hall starts with a door on each side but then the right side opens up to look over a grand foyer. At the other end are a few doors and Deanna opens one and shoves me in. When she turns on the light, I find myself in a narrow bathroom.
She walks up to me and taps a finger to her lips. “I’m going to use you,” she whispers, “but you smell like shit. Get undressed, use the toilet, and take a fucking shower.” Her lips curl in disgust. “And be quiet about it. If you wake anyone, I’ll make you regret being born.”
I quiver in place, dry washing my hands. “But—”
“Don’t back talk. I said take a shit, and take a shower. You’ve been laying in the trunk of a car for the past two days.”
I bow and start undressing till I get down to my pants. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”
“Not my problem. You being a dirty little fuck in my house is, so I’m doing something about it. Now get out of these fucking clothes!”
I turn away from her and pull my pants down, not wanting her to see my erection. Obviously, her harsh words don’t turn me on, but being so close, having her whisper her words and pour the heat of her breath onto me… I don’t know who couldn’t be rock hard after that.
Her hand lashes out to smack my ass and I jolt forward.
She laughs while staring at me, her eyes glowing with something I’ve never seen directed at me before. Hunger.
“Take off the undies, beta.”
“My—” I stop myself from speaking, bowing to her in apology.
I bend over to slide out of my underwear but before I raise back up, Deanna’s hand grips my neck while the other rests on the small of my back.
She holds me there for several minutes. Nothing changes in that time. Her hands don’t explore, the pressure she applies to my neck or back stay consistent. When she let’s go, her fingers snap and she points to the toilet.
I sit but glance up at her. “Do… do you really need to stay here?”
Her face doesn’t change. Green eyes drilling into me.
I turn away from her as best I can, but she’s right. I need to go. For the first time in my life since potty training, I use the toilet with someone watching me.
“Use the bidet.”
I do as she asks and clean myself with the water.
She snaps her fingers and points at the shower.
I flush and go in, washing myself with the soaps and shampoos that are there. They smell nice. Girly, but nice. When I finish, I poke my head out and glance around but don’t see what I’m looking for.
I bow. “May I have a towel, Miss. Deanna?”
“What’s with all the bowing and ‘Miss. Deanna’ shit?” She sits on the lid of the toilet and crosses her legs. “And no you may not. Come here and air dry. I have your first debt lined up for you.”
*Come out there?* I scream in my mind. *Did she really just say that?* I stay in the shower, but answer her question in the hopes that she’ll let it slide. “My dad got a job in Tokyo when I was four. We came back to the states last summer.”
“I said come out here. I don’t like repeating myself.” She snaps her fingers and points to the floor in front of her. “Japan, huh? Well, you’ll be familiar with this then. Your first debt you owe me: Beg for my forgiveness. Full kowtow.”
Covering my junk with my hands, I get on my knees before her and bow down till my head touches the floor at her feet. “Please forgive me, Miss. Deanna. I deeply regret wasting your time. I promise to do better.”
Deanna chuckles. “I’ll forgive you on two conditions. First, you call me Mistress, or Mistress Deanna. Can you do that?”
*Mistress?* I’m not sure what game she’s playing at, but at this point, I’ll do whatever she wants to get myself out of this mess. “Yes, Mistress. I can do that.”
“Good. Since I had to go get you, I was forced to walk in the garage barefoot, now my feet are dirty and I can’t go to bed with dirty feet. Lick my feet clean, and I’ll forgive you, and your first debt will be paid.”
One foot dangles overhead and while there might be a light dusting on her heel, her foot appears mostly clean. *I guess it could be worse. Imagine if she had me lick her armpit or asshole.* My dick throbs for some reason.
I lift up and take the foot that dangles into my hands before giving her a little massage to hide wiping her foot as clean as I can.
Her feet are beautiful, and that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t have much interest in foot fetishes. Everything about them is perfect. Her toes are long enough to not be called stubby, but not too long to look gross. Same could be said for the length of her feet overall, not stubby but not elongated like bigfoot. Her bridges come across majestic somehow, like the shape of a gentle mountain in the background of a painting. The index and fourth toes on each foot have a silver ring with cursive writing on them. Her toenails are painted black like her fingernails and filed into points as well.
“Go on, little beta. Prove to me how sorry you are.”
That hunger in her eyes acts like a whip to move me into fevered action. My tongue glides from her heal to her toes before my mouth clamps down on her big toe and index. A tiny moan slips from my throat and Deanna laughs, her head tilting back.
“Yes. Enjoy yourself, little beta.” She leans forward and her hand slides along my jaw, tilting my chin up to force eye contact. “Or would you rather I call you my little *bitch*?”
Her eyes sparkle with a light that doesn’t come from the bathroom. Something deep and primal in her that calls out to something just as deep, just as primal in me, coaxing it up to the surface.
I nod. “*Mhmm*,” I say around her toes.
“Well then, keep at it, my little bitch. Show your mistress how sorry you are.”
I lick her foot for several minutes. The only sensation that breaks through the contact of her sole on my tongue or the skin on my lips is the constant throbbing of my rock hard dick.
She switches feet and I take the other into my mouth without even thinking to wipe it off at all. The traces of dirt are swallowed down, covered by the sweet taste of her skin which is exactly the same as her scent.
*Does she spray her perfume on her feet?* Even if that was the case, it wouldn’t taste good. *Is this really how sh—*
Her wet foot sliding over my cock obliterates my thoughts. Her toes, slick with my saliva, squish my dick and I cum on myself and her foot.
She laughs and continues to rub me. “Such a little pervert. You like my feet that much, little bitch?”
“Ye-yes, Mistress. I love your feet.”
She lifts her foot from my cock and wipes my own cum on my face before sticking her toes in my mouth. “Clean me up, bitch, and we’ll take this party to my room.”
*To her room?* My mind explodes with all the wonderful possibilities that can happen in her room. I don’t even care that I’m sucking my cum off her toes. I’ve tasted myself before and it’s not bad. Not a tenth as good as Mistress’ feet, but still, not bad.
When I finish, she stands but snaps her finger, pointing at me. “You stay on all fours, like a good bitch.”
I nod and she leads the way down the hall. The hardwood floors don’t agree with my knees but it’s a small price to pay if I get to go into Deanna Charleston’s bedroom. *This has all been worth it! Sleeping in her trunk, the looks at school, whatever my dad say when I finally get home after going missing for two days. It will all be worth it.*
I would have never imagined Deanna’s room, but it makes sense. It’s as if we stepped into some creepy Victorian era movie where the porcelain doll heads move and the ghosts blow out the candles. Come to think of it, there really are only candles in the room, not even a light that could be turned on if she wanted. The only part of the room that’s from our century is her laptop on her vanity. Otherwise, the dresser, nightstand, rug and four post bed are all older than anyone currently living.
“Reach under the bed and pull out the box.” She opens another door and disappears inside a walk-in closet.
I pull the box from under her bed. The size and weight take me by surprise. For some reason I imagined a shoebox, not a veritable coffin. My heart stops when I pull it all the way out to find that while not deep enough, it is in the shape of an actual coffin. Painted black with red lettering popping across the top: *Sacrifice.*
Her shirt and sweatpants fly out into the room and I swallow hard.
*She… She’s naked in there.*
“Open the box.” Deanna calls out. “At the head, there’s several masks. Pick which one you want to see me in. At the feet, there’s more masks. Pick the one you want to be in.”
I open the lid with an eerie *creek*. The box is separated into several compartments, all hidden by black, satin covered lids. I open the top to find masquerade style domino masks. One with a beak and hawk feathers, another with the fur of a black bear and little ears at the top. A long black snout pokes out like that of a wolf sitting next to the face of a panther. The last mask catches my eye and I pick it up. It’s red with a single horn coming from the left brow.
*An oni?*
“Oh, you do not want me to wear that one, little bitch.” Deanna closes the closet door and leans against it with her shoulder and her arms folded under her exposed breasts. All she has on are black, open-toed high heels and a black, lace thong. “Pick another.”
“Umm. I… Uh… Yeah.” My hands fumble in the masks since I can’t take my eyes off her.
Even with the perfect curves, her body is so toned. Her stomach is etched with the lines of a six-pack. Even her arms are bigger than mine. She’s not jacked but I bet she’d look it if she flexed.
I grab a mask and hold it out for her.
She takes it and smiles. “The bear. You want me to be a big strong bear? Okay. Now pick your mask.” She points at the foot of the coffin.
I open it to find the same style of masks, but not the same animals. A bunny rabbit with floppy ears, a squirrel with little teeth, a deer with tiny antlers. I hold up a buffalo mask but she shakes her head.
“I don’t think so, buddy. Leave that for the bigger men.”
I pass on the elephant and pick up a plain domino with the eye’s rimmed in sparkling sequin. A bottle of mascara is tied in one of the strings.
“Let’s let your hair grow out a little before we use that one. That can be the second favor you owe me. Don’t cut your hair from now on. Got it?”
“Uh… Yeah sure.”
“Pick the rabbit or the deer.”
I grab the deer mask and close the lid.
“Good. Put it on.”
I do and she walks past me. “Stay here and stay quiet. Do not touch anything.”
I bow and she scoffs before leaving.
A couple minutes later she returns wearing a thick, black fur coat. “It’s my mothers, but I think it’s fun to add to the mask.”
She ties the mask on and then squats next to the coffin. Opening the second to top compartment she pulls a large wood paddle.
*What the fuck is that for? Does she expect me to use that on her? It looks really heavy.*
When she opens the middle compartment, my jaw drops. Like a junk drawer of random nuts and bolts or scissors or tape measures, this section of the coffin holds multiple dildos. All sorts of shapes and sizes but all the same color. Blood red.
She grabs a larger one that’s got to be bigger than my thigh. The harness dangling from it jingles as the metal portions tap each other.
She positions the harness at her feet and then holds out a hand. “Here, help me.”
*She can’t be thinking of using that.* I take her hand and help her step over the harness. *It doesn’t make any sense.*
“Hold the coat back.”
I pull the coat’s tail back so she can slide the harness and the monster cock up her muscled thighs and over her voluptuous hips.
She tightens the straps then snaps her fingers and points to the coffin. “Push it back.”
*It’s a game. Some kind of power play or something. I close the lid and push the box back under her bed. She’s definitely not going to use that.*
“Okay, my little bitch. You ready to play? Here’s the rules. It’s like hide and seek. I’m going to count to thirty and you’re going to run and hide anywhere in the house except the room across from mine, or the one in the middle of the hallway. Those are my sisters’ rooms and I promised myself I’d never fuck in their rooms.”
“F-fuck?” I swallow the lump in my throat. “What do… What do you mean exactly?”
Her head tilts back and she roars a laugh. “David. I think it’s pretty obvious what I mean. Now, when I find you, I get to spank you.” She picks up the paddle and spins it in the air. “Then you get another thirty second head start to hide again. If at any time you hide for more than five minutes, you get a point. Get three points and you win.”
“I win? Wha-what do I win?”
Deanna’s smile spreads across her face. “I’ll fuck you gently.”
“W-with that?” I point to the monster cock hanging off her.
“Yes, with this. It goes with the bear mask. It’s how the game is played. Now, if you—”
“But what about me fucking you?”
Her hand lashes out and I stumble to the side from her smack.
“If you weren’t being funny, I would have used the fucking paddle across your face. Never interrupt me, little bitch.”
I bow instinctively. “Yes!”
“Listen… What was your name again? Jason Fairfield? Justin?”
“David, Mistress.”
She laughs. “Oh, that’s right. David. Listen, David. This little thing.” She points to my erect dick. “It’s never going to do it for me or any other woman. My clit is bigger than that little shrimpy dicklet. Say that back to me, so I know you understand.”
*What have I gotten myself into? Fuck me!* “My… My little dicklet will never do it for a woman.”
“Now look me in the eye and thank me for showing you the truth.”
I meet her empirical gaze. With the shoes she towers over me again. The emeralds burn into me, searing her truth onto my soul. “Thank you, Mistress, for showing me the truth.”
“And now kiss my foot.” She presents one of her feet by scooting it a touch forward.
I lower myself down to my hands and knees to kiss her sharp toes.
“From now on, when you apologize to me, you’ll do it from your knees and kiss my feet. When you thank me for anything, you’ll do it from your knees, kissing my feet. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.” *Why am I agreeing? This is shit!*
A throb pounds through my jaw, reminding me of what she’ll do to me if I don’t do as she says.
“Good. You may stand, little bitch.” Once I’m standing, she continues. “Now, as I was saying. The game goes on until you either get your three escape points or you can’t run any more. Hear me: I didn’t offer an option to quit, David. You will keep running and hiding for as long as you can.”
I nod. “But… Aren’t we going to wake up the others?”
Deanna laughs. “No. No one’s here but you and me. I had Abby take Zest to our grandma’s house for the weekend. I have you all to myself. Now run.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vn9yjt/deanna_the_collector_ch1fdom_msub_humiliation