3 comments/ 21979 views/ 16 favorites The Bitch of the Student Residences By: Twileklover Author's Note: Just a classic tale of femdom. Unrealistic but indulgent, do not read if you like strong and defiant men! ***** Paul was in his second year of university, and had enjoyed it up until now. In the last few minutes his life had taken a turn for the worse. His lecturer had just set group assignments, and Paul had been lacking a partner. Voicing this, he had been unwillingly paired with the one person on his course he could not stand. Her name was Mia, an innocent name for a notorious bitch. Physically she was stunning, with tanned golden skin, long legs, and large (but not ridiculously so) breasts. Her long dark hair framed a face that would have been beautiful, were it not always scowling. And scowl she did, when she heard that she was to be teamed with Paul. "So we are to work together," She said to him as the lecture finished and everyone was filing out. Her tone was derisive, and she looked the scrawny Paul up and down with open contempt. "Have you any ideas?" Paul, who was always nervous around women anyway, felt intimidated by Mia's stern demeanour, but managed to reply, "I... I think so. I have several good books in my room which should help..." "So be it," She snapped. "I shall come to your flat in the Residences at 8pm this evening. Together we will study these books and come up with a presentation for the class." And so saying, she turned and stormed off. - Mia was more punctual than polite, and Paul answered his door to her knock at 7.59. It was not hard for Mia to find his flat, as they were on the same floor in the student residences. It was for this reason that Paul knew her fearsome rep, as she was routinely offensive to the other inhabitants of the floor. "I am here," She said simply, "Let's get this over with." "Sure... er... come in..." Said Paul, still unnerved by her presence. He led her into his small one-man flat. There was a communal bathroom down the hall, so Paul's room was little more than a couple of chairs at a desk, a bed, a wardrobe, and a TV. Still, it was big enough and the two settled in at the chairs and began studying. For a few minutes they worked in awkward silence, perusing their resource material but otherwise saying nothing. To lighten the mood, Paul finally suggested, "Shall I stick the TV on? We can have music television on in the background as we work." Mia nodded. "Acceptable." Paul put on the TV, which had cable, and returned to the desk with the remote control. He put it on MTV and then turned back to the pile of books and notes in front of him. Mia, however, did not. "If we want music," She said, "We can't have MTV. I care not for people pimping rides or other such nonsense. Let me see what's on the other music channels." She took the remote and hit a few buttons, and Paul expected her to go up and down one channel at a time. Mia did not. Whether by accident or design, Mia pressed the control to jump up ten channels at a time, and in a few clicks a very different channel was found. The TV screen was suddenly filled with two naked women, squealing in delight as they ate each other out. The lesbian scene was pure and uncensored, for this was a hard-core porn channel which Paul paid extra for. And now the biggest bitch in the student residences knew about it. "You watch porn," Said Mia, regarding the images on screen without reaction. Paul gulped. "I... I don't know how that got on there..." He said, trying to deny everything. Mia turned to face him, her dark brown eyes bearing down on him. "I think you are lying. I think you like porn. Am I right?" Paul felt like a deer trapped in headlights. "I... er..." "I bet you watch this nightly and masturbate to it, don't you?" Asked Mia, her voice taking on a slightly seductive tone and her mouth twisting into an evil grin. "Yes... no... I mean I... er..." Mumbled Paul, shaken by the sudden change in the conversation, and finding it hard to meet her intense gaze. Mia's smile intensified, but grew no less sinister, as she watched Paul squirm. "Be honest with me now, Paul. Do you masturbate, yes or no?" "...Yes..." He replied after some hesitation. "Good," Congratulated Mia warmly, eyes sparkling. "Another word for a person who masturbates is 'wanker'. You are a wanker, aren't you Paul?" Paul continued to wither before her and mumbled, "Yes," again. He felt his face flush with embarrassment and tried to avoid meeting her gaze. "Say the whole thing, Paul," Said Mia firmly, her tone commanding. "I am a wanker," He replied promptly, feeling compelled by the strength in her voice and her eyes. "Much better," Said Mia, delighted. Narrowing her eyes and licking her lips seductively, she said, "Next question. Are you getting hard?" "What?" Asked Paul, shocked and confused. "There is porn on the TV," Said Mia, directing his attention back to the lesbians, "And here I am, a gorgeous and sexy woman, talking about masturbation. Is this not giving you an erection?" "Er... er... a little..." Said Paul, mind racing. He had no idea why she was talking like this, both strong and erotic, but he was oddly enjoying it. "It's okay, Paul, I give you permission," Said Mia. "I give you permission to have a stiff cock." She emphasised the last word, seeming to enjoy saying it. And just hearing so sexy a woman say the word heightened his arousal. "So now I'll ask again, are you getting hard?" "Yes... I am getting hard..." Said Paul truthfully, a guilty thrill running through him as he admitted it. "Very good," Congratulated Mia, eyes alive with dirty thoughts. "Now, please proceed," She said, leaning back in her chair and running her gaze up and down Paul's body. "What?" Asked Paul, not daring to believe where this was going. She couldn't mean what he thought she meant... but he found that part of him was hoping. "Jack off, my little wanker," Said Mia seductively. "Show me how you play with your erect cock." Paul looked at her in confusion for a moment, but could see how serious she was. Slowly, he reached up and removed his shirt, then slowly moved to his socks and trousers. "Good wanker, get naked for me. A man should always be nude when he jacks off," Said Mia, and again he liked hearing her refer to his dirty and private act in such an open way. Paul nodded and kept going. His heart was pounding and he could not deny the intense excitement he was feeling. From somewhere within him exhibitionist thoughts welled up, and he was more aroused now that at any time in his life. He had never masturbated with an audience, but suddenly he wanted to more than ever! Finally, he stood nude before Mia, his cock now fully erect, and he made no effort to hide it. Just standing before her naked was the most erotic feeling ever! "Your cock is a bit small," Observed Mia, and she noticed Paul wince at her cruel words. This provoked another smile from her. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I insulting your manhood? I was just stating the truth. You are a small-dicked wanker. Say it!" "I... I am a small-dicked wanker!" Replied Paul, for some reason unable to resist her and willing to agree to anything she said. "Excellent, my pet," Said Mia triumphantly. "I have all the power here, you just do as I say." "You have all the power," He agreed, and with that declaration another guilty pleasure ran though him. Mia appeared to notice him shudder. "Oh yes, my little pet likes taking orders. Obedience feels good, doesn't it?" Paul nodded eagerly as his cock throbbed at her words. "Obedience feels good," He confessed. "The more you let go, the better it will feel," She urged him, seductively. "No thought, no defiance, just mindlessly obey me. That's a good wanker." The more she spoke, the more submissive Paul felt, and more turned on he became. He had never experimented with power-play before, and the thrill of being under her control came as a total surprise. However, it felt so undeniably aroused that he just had to give in to her, he just had to! "I will mindlessly obey," He repeated for her, his voice sounding suddenly desperate, as if he needed her to control him. "Excellent," Said Mia, knowing she had won. "Now, wank for me!" Paul needed no further encouragement and quickly took hold of his cock and began pumping his hands up and down. He had never been this turned on before, and he quickly sped up into the most frantic masturbation of his life. Mia watched Paul jerk himself off, savouring the look of mindless joy on his face. She smiled, and realised that she had stumbled onto quite a find. Her mind raced with possibilities... "Are you ready to cum?" She asked, and Paul could only nod in response. "I do not want a drop of your cum to hit me. You will catch it all in your hands." Paul nodded, and within moments could hold back no longer. With a few more jerks of his hands he came harder than he had ever done in his life. A mind-blowing orgasm ripped through him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy as his legs buckled and he fell to his knees. "Ah! YESSSS!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide with joy. Ribbons of cum shot forth from his cock, and he put one cupped hand in front to catch what he could, while his other hand continued to frantically pump himself dry. Some of it dripped to the floor, but most was now in his hand. Mia looked down at Paul, who now sat on his knees in a post-orgasmic daze. "Did you enjoy that, my pet?" Paul looked up at her and nodded. "Being watched while you masturbate feels good, doesn't it?" She asked rhetorically. "So I will make you a deal. I will let you wank in my presence again, if you do something for me..." "Yes... anything..." Said Paul eagerly, craving her control, craving a repeat of what he had just experienced. "Eat the cum in your hand," She commanded. He glanced from her to the cum-pool in his hand, a brief thought of defiance dying within his mind. Slowly he raised the hand to his mouth. "Eat it, wanker," Urged Mia, "Obey me." "Yes, I will obey," Said Paul, his mind giving in and his body complying. Tentatively his tongue stuck out and tasted the pearly goo in his hands, and while the taste was horrible, it no longer mattered. He wanted to do as she told him, nothing else seemed important. He was still licking the salty ejaculate from his hand while Mia rose and quietly left the apartment.