Dominated

Jill and I have moved into a house. Our combined incomes have allowed us to save and we are now going to share a house.

One would think this is a good thing, right? I have a girlfriend, and we are buying a house together. Moving in, living together, it's a kind of commitment.

Not so fast. Jill has made it clear I am to pay for the house. I work at a decent job and make more money than she does. She's made arrangements; my paychecks are now deposited into a joint checking account, and then-- automatically transferred into her account.

She controls my money now.

When she set this up it really ate at me, but she has such control... she reminded me of just what kind of control the other day.

I was at work. Sitting and getting stuff done, when it hit me. Suddenly. My cock grew, my hormones raged. I tried to get to the bathroom quickly enough but I couldn't. I had to cum, right then.

I have no idea where Jill was, maybe just outside the building, but she had triggered my remote. So there I was, sitting at my desk. I pulled my cock out and began stroking, trying hard to be discreet about it but it is pretty hard in a work environment where there are low cube walls.

The worst part was when I came, it was a massive cum with sperm going all over my pants. I moaned and was panting a bit, and the girl in the cube next to mine, her name is Heather, she was looking at me like I was insane. I don't think she saw my cock. If she did... it could be my job.

That night we discussed it, Jill and I.

"Jill, you can't just trigger me at work like that, I could get fired!!!"

"I know that Jack. That's the point isn't it? I can get you fired any time I want. I hold your job in my hands, just like you hold your cock in yours."

"But Jill... it won't do you any good to have me fired! Please don't do that. I almost raped Heather, the girl in the next cube. I just sat in my own cube and came all over my pants, look, they are still stained! That was humiliating--"

"Just making a point, Jack. You are mine. Your life is mine. Now, Simone is coming over and I want to show her your pathetic self. Get undressed."

And that was it. Jill had shown me once again I have no control over my body, which means she has control over my life.

I stripped and waited for Simone to come over. Simone is a cute girl with light brown hair and a pretty much perfect body.

"Simone, have you met Jack? He's my boyfriend."

That was nice, I am still thought of as Jill's boyfriend.

"Sim, come sit down on the couch. Jack, get down on your knees, all right?"

Blushing furiously, I got down on my knees before the two of them. I was naked, of course. They were clothed.

Simone looked on in interest. "You really have him trained well, don't you?"

Jill nodded happily. "Yep. It's an ongoing process but I do think he is coming along nicely."

Jill had me lick their feet, and then explain that I was dog shit, unworthy to even look at Jill and Simone. I cast my eyes down. The two girls were drinking and having a fun time humiliating me.

I had to do it. She has shown me time and again she controls my body, my life. So I yield to her. I do love her, sort of. She is the first girl that ever really took me in, had sex with me regularly, and supported me. She's just turned really controlling recently, and is using my arousal device against me.

"OK, now watch this," she said. "I am going to turn him on for you. Now, Jack... do NOT touch either me or Simone when I activate you. Control yourself or I will be forced to punish you. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "But... if you turn me on... what do I do?"

Jill thought for a moment. "Hump the floor. Cum on the carpet."

I blushed furiously. Simone clapped her hands and rolled back laughing. "Oh... I gotta see this!"

And Jill hit my remote button.

Seconds later my cock was hard and I just wanted to get inside anything. The two girls in front of me looked so gooooood. I was getting up, ready to climb on top of Simone and mount her when Jill snapped, "Don't you dare! Back on the floor, bitch!!!"

I fell back on the floor, closed my eyes, and humped the carpet furiously.

My cock strained and rubbed and jerked and while the carpet was coarse and abrasive and hurt the skin, I pushed harder and harder. I had no choice. I had to cum, my body demanded it and it was all my mind could think about. Releasing sperm.

It didn't take too long. I had been humping the floor for three or four minutes when I groaned loudly, felt my body shake with waves of warm orgasm, and my cock muscles contracted to spurt underneath me.

When I was done, there was a nice puddle of semen on the carpet. It had been smashed and rubbed into the fibers.

"Let's have him clean it up!" said Simone.

"Great idea," Jill said and pointed to the wet spot. "Clean it."

I got up and started to head to the kitchen to get a rag when Jill stopped me. "Ohhhh no. Get back here. With your tongue. Clean it up."

"Jill..." I said, but slumped to the floor and began licking up my cum.

It wasn't easy. She stood right next to me, watching carefully, demanding that I work at it until it was no longer sticky.

Licking cum from tile is easy. Getting it up from carpet is hard. It took about 20 minutes. I tend to spurt a lot out, whatever the chips that are embedded in my groin do they stimulate the production of semen so when I cum there must be several tablespoons.

Simone was having great fun helping Jill dominate me that night.

After cleaning the carpet, Simone demanded that I clean her feet.

I knelt before her and licked. Her feet were smelling, filthy, had crud from sandals and other stuff. She had been walking outside without shoes I am sure.

When I was done Simone's feet were clean and sparkling. My mouth... not so much.

I am growing increasingly afraid of Jill. She is unpredictable and I don't know what she will make me do... or do to me... next. That night with Simone was actually pretty easy. She kicked me in the balls the other day, when I was tied to a chair. In comparison, being forced to hump the carpet and then clean it with my tongue was easy.

It was just a lot more humiliating.

But... A package arrived in the mail today. I saw what it is.

It's a whip.

What am I going to do???

Who am I kidding. I know what I am going to do.

Suffer.