Personality (Sass and Bully Fetish)

Personality

This story was written years ago while I was mulling over the memory of a prank a friend of mine pulled back in Middle School. The victim was a haughty and very snobbish girl. (Don't worry, I aged everyone up to eighteen, though nowadays I don't think even that is old enough to be non-cringey. Nevertheless, I'm posting this story in its original form.)

I regretted participating and laughing at the poor (admittedly rude) girl. I also have a theory on the reason I disliked her so much and she infuriated me so at the time and wanted to explore these ideas now that I understand myself a little more. 

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Contains: Femdom, Forced Orgasm, Seduction, Female Bully, Molestation, and other such themes. The characters are of-age, though the setting is a High School.


Sass-fetish. Sassy people irked me when I was young, though I couldn’t for the life of me understand why until I was older.

Kelei had plenty of friends in the school. It wasn’t as if her personality was a complete repellent, she obviously gathered a group of girls who enjoyed her company. But that meant nothing to Jack, the boy who sat next to her in homeroom and was the receiver of a lot of her sass and arrogance. If anything, the fact that so many girls seemed to stomach and even enjoy her company despite her sass and misplaced (according to Jack, that is) confidence irked him all the more.

Kelei was black and rather round. She wasn’t tall at all, shorter than Jack by half an inch in fact, but her large body made her seem taller than she was. Kelei was confident about her attractiveness, a fact that many of the boys and some of the girls in the class found comical. And she wasn’t just confident about her looks, but everything about herself. She performed adequately in most classes, barring gym in which she was the slowest and least athletic of them all. 

Despite this the athletic women and the smart women all seemed to like her. She was rude to most people who weren’t her friends, from teachers to fellow students, but those she did call friends she was merely casually sassy to.

Jack himself didn’t particularly hold much regard to authority figures, but as someone who didn’t go out of his way to irk them he found himself annoyed at Kelei. She talked to teachers as if she already knew how the world worked, and that the universe revolved around herself. And though it sometimes bit her in the ass, that never did anything to lower her smugness.

Jack was tired of being talked down to by this girl. He was tired of hearing her sassy answers to teacher’s scolding her, tired of her going on and on about her supposed “sexcapades” and social life. He was tired of her making fun of him for his apparent lack of interest in “partying” and having a girlfriend. Most of all, Jack was tired of Kelei’s utter confidence. Just once he wanted that confidence to waver. Jack wanted to see her taken down a peg.

That was why, when no one was looking, he took the chair Kelei was going to sit on and sabotaged it. The metal legs were old and with a bit of squeezing from a tool Jack stole from shop class he managed to severely weaken one of them.

Though Kelei believed herself some kind of goddess who turned heads wherever she went, and her friends never did anything to disabuse her of that notion, the rest of the class thought of her as a overweight girl. And, Jack thought, it was time for her to realize that herself.

The last homeroom class of the day began. Jack sat down and stared away from Kelei. The class was settling itself and the professor was preparing the lesson on the chalkboard when Kelei sat.

The metal foot bent as soon as her ass touched the seat. There was a creak and a snap as Kelei broke the chair. Jack watched, keeping the joy out of his expression and hoping to match the shocked expression everyone else had. Kelei was on the floor, shocked.

Big Kelei’s seat couldn’t handle her own weight! was what Jack knew everybody was thinking.

The classroom, including a few of her own friends, burst into shocked laughter. The professor ran to try and help. Jack bubbled inside, never having felt such schadenfreude before. And Kelei just looked dumbfounded as the teacher helped her up.

And when the class eventually calmed down there were whispers abound. Jack knew they were all talking about the prank. And best of all, Kelei remained quiet throughout the whole class. It was perfect…

…Almost…

Once Jack risked a peak at Kelei and his heart nearly skipped a beat. Kelei was looking right at him, her eyes narrow. As though she knew…

*****

“You! Follow me,” Kelei said to Jack in front of his locker, her hands on her hips.

“Huh?” 

The hall was filled with people, but a few of Jack’s locker neighbors were listening in on the exchange.

“I said you’re going to come with me. Now.” she said, matter-of-factly. Jack swallowed, trying to look more confident than he felt.

“Hell no, I’m not following you. Get real,” he said.

“Cut the crap. You know you’re going to follow me, anyway. Quit acting tough and innocent,” was her response. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

Jack followed, stunned. It was her utter confidence and assertiveness that was keeping him stuck to her whim, not just any strength of her own. All around him there were eyes on the two of them. People were noticing.

Without warning Kelei pushed jack into the girl’s washroom and locked it behind her. She pushed him against a tiled wall and stared him down. He drooped a lttle under her gaze, shrinking back.

“You did it, didn’t you?” she said.

“N-no!” Jack said.

“Liar. I know you have it in for me, Jack. You’ve been jealous of me since the beginning of the fucking year.”

“Jealous? Of you? As if!” Jack said. 

“Why wouldn’t you be? I’m better than you in every way,” she said.

Jack scoffed and was about to rebuff her, but she spoke over him.

“I have more friends than you ever had. I have the looks, the charm, and most importantly, I have power,” a smirk rose on her face. Jack found he couldn’t deny what she said, even though logically he should have. She DID have more friends than he did. And though he didn’t think for a moment that she had “the looks” like she believed he knew there was no way to convince her otherwise (and for some reason her smug expression looming over him was as attractive as it was irksome).

“P-please! You’re nothing but some girl with an attitude problem. The bitch of the class!” Jack said.

Kelei raised a fist, as though to strike him. Jack flinched back. Kelei laughed at his cowardice and stepped closer to him.

“You call it rude. I call it strength!” she said. She stepped even closer to him, forcing Jack to shrink down further. He was shaking in fear now, the girl in front of him smirking down at him, like a predator about to play with her prey.

“G-get away,” Jack said, finally finding the energy to try and get away. But as he tried to stand up straight, Kelei grasped his wrists and forced him back down. She licked her lips and whispered.

“You like me,” she said, a hot whisper full of something that made Jack, to his horror, incredibly aroused.

“N-no!” he said. She forced her body closer to his.

“Everything you hate about me… it makes you want me.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. Kelei pressed herself unto Jack. Her great big breasts flattened against him. Jack’s erection poked against his jeans. Kelei, smiling victoriously, slowly pressed her crotch against his despite his futile struggling to prevent it.

“NoOH God!” Jack said as she gave him a quick, soft, dry hump. She could feel his arousal, there was no way she couldn’t.

“You can’t deny me anymore, idiot,” she said. “I’ve got more power over you than you will ever have over yourself.”

She didn’t move, simply chuckling at Jack’s struggling. He tried and tried, but his every squirm rubbed those breasts of hers along his chest. They squished up firm against his body, cleavage raising out from the collar of her tight shirt. 

He couldn’t escape her. Kelei had never been the most athletic in gym, but she outclassed him in pure strength. She casually held Jack down even as his thrashing and fighting became more desperate. His erection grew and grew and he hated it.

He hated that Kelei’s body was doing this to him. He hated that she was managing to hold him against the wall, at her mercy. He hated that her smirk was attracting him against his will. He struggled harder and harder and harder-!

Kelei gave another soft and quick hump. Jack stopped struggling and gasped erotically. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Kelei said. Before he could deny it she humped him again. 

“I’m sorry? I didn’t hear that. What did you say?” Hump. He gasped again. “You’re not making sense.” Hump. It felt so good. “Speak up!” Hump. “Say you don’t like it!” Hump! “Say it! *HUMP* Say it! *HUMP* Say it! *HUMP* *HUMP* *HUMP* C'mon! Don’t let mean ol’ bitchy me treat you like this! *HUMPHUMPHUMP*”

“PLEASE, STOP!” Jack cried out, desperate.

“No. I won’t,” she said, and humped him three more times. He cried out, the pleasure breaking him down. “You know what’s going to happen, you funny little prankster? You’re going to apologise to me. When that doesn’t stop me you’re going to kiss up to me. And when that doesn’t work you’ll call me your superior. Your boss. Your Goddess. And even after all that I still won’t stop.”

She pressed her face close to his and shocked him silent with an invasive, tongue-filled kiss. It lasted twelve seconds, and her tongue invaded him, touching all of his mouth. She separated and, once again, gave a all-too-confident smirk.

“You’re going to cum in your pants while praising me, because I’m a Goddess while you’re just a little bitch of a man,” she said.

And Jack couldn’t stop her. She began humping him again, her own eyes half shut with the pleasure of dominating him. Lost in the bliss of his humiliation, Jack’s cries and pleas couldn’t reach her. 

“Please, stop!” he cried, as her thrusts grow stronger. Her breasts pressed against him, firm and powerful. “N-no! Kelei, please! I was w-wrong… I was wrong to do that to you! I’m sorry! R-really, Kelei! D-don’t, please!”

Her thrusts grew firmer and firmer, quicker and quicker. There wasn’t even noise anymore, as her crotch stayed glued to his, pressing him against the wall repeatedly and quickly.

“Kelei… Y-you’re better than me… I admit it! Please…mercy…” Jack cried, desperate to appease her. Kelei didn’t stop. “I’m begging you! You’re right okay? Y-you’re my better… Oh God… Y-you can take what you want from me a-and I can’t stop you! You’ve proven yourself, okay? Let me go, please! Y-you’re my Goddess!”

He had given himself into his humiliation, swore his inferiority to the girl he hated him the most, and it wasn’t enough. There was truly no escaping the building up happening in his pants. In his final few seconds Jack truly gave up and was swept up in the bliss that followed.

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Kelei laughed as she separated from Jack, allowing his crying form to slump down on the form. She stepped over his body, hands on her hips as she admired her work. Jack’s dirtied pants and utterly humiliation was her art, her victory.

She gently pressed her boot against his sticky crotch and relished the fearful sound of his whimpering. She considered spitting on him, but thought better of it.

“Now, I want you to remember what I did to you. Next time you even THINK about playing a funny prank on me, or any girl, remember that I can and WILL crush you,” she said. Jack simply whimpered.


Kelei turned around and opened the bathroom door where her friends had gathered to wait for her. Some giggled at the sight before leaving the poor, crushed and defeated boy to grovel at what he had become.

Installed

“Hold still. I need to make sure this won’t damage you,” the lady told me. I did as she said. She ran her tape around my naked body. The sight of her muscular body, obviously so much stronger than I could ever be even covered by her uniform, made it impossible not to shudder as she touched me.

I looked behind her. Her co workers, two similarly powerful ladies, had finished carving what could roughly be called a me-shaped hole in the wall, if I didn’t have any arms. I knew there would be sockets for my arms to go into: sockets that I could never remove them from myself. They were now padding the hole with foam. 

A slightly less muscular girl, my buyer and owner, admired my naked body. She seemed satisfied with her purchase.

“Okay, you’ll fit into your socket with no problem,” my measurement lady said. She put her tape away and grasped my hand. She lead my unresisting naked body toward the hole. “Go. Face outward.”

I nodded. Knowing there was no resisting, knowing that I was utterly trapped, I placed myself into the hold, with my arms resting to my side. I faced my buyer and “manufacturers”. My buyer was grinning. My manufacturers, aka my kidnappers, interrogators, and the people responsible for the stripping of my rights as an individual, inspected the sight to make sure nothing was off.

“Put your arms in the sockets,” my superior said. I obliged.

It was almost a relief to place my two hands into the holes beside me, since the cavity for my body was not made for them. I felt soft foam inside them. My kidnappers had explained that the foam hugging my body and arms was made of a synthetic vinyl meant to both relax aching muscles and nourish my body and skin.

“Get ready. We’re turning on the air,” one of my superiors said.

A machine was turned on and the foam around my arms and body inflated. It was comparable to that pump the doctors inflate around your arm to test your blood pressure, only smooth. It was soft, but did a splendid job at holding my arms and body in place. I struggled even though I knew I couldn’t escape this fate, just to see if I could make any leeway. I couldn’t. I was utterly sealed into the wall. 

I’m a boy-toy in a wall. Like a socket, a faucet, a light switch. Installed for her pleasure and convenience.

My superiors were doing something again: installing three doors to cover my socket. One covering my head, one my crotch and legs, and one my chest. For a while it was dark and loud as I could hear the buzz of electric drills. The drilling stopped and I could hear my superiors speaking with my buyer.

“So you see, you can use whatever part you want at a time. If you only want to see his face you can open this door…”

The door covering my head opened, and I was greeted with the sight of my superior’s face. She had her “company representative smile” on. 

“If you want to play with his torso you can open this one…”

“Or if you want his crotch or legs for whatever reason, this door…”

“Or all of him at once. And when you’re finished you can choose to close the doors and cover him. If you have people over this is a great way to cover your toy, and there’s a lock and key to keep him private.”

I saw my buyer nod. 

“Interesting,” she said. She smirked, “But what if I want to play with his… other side?”

“Well, the foam holding him can be deflated in various parts of his body, so you could reach back and play with any part of his hindquarters if that’s what you want. But if you want the full backside available I recommend you simply release him and tell him to get back in reverse position. He won’t dare disobey.”

“Oh, goody,” she smirked and looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I could gather that she would be asking that of me quite often…

“This is his food and drink for the month,” my superior said, handing her a Tupperware full of dried food. “Feed him at least twice a day and make sure he gets a restroom break once an evening. If you find yourself too lazy we have an upgrade available that takes care of that for you-”

“Oh no no, he can use my restroom. It’s fine,” the customer said. 

“Contact us if he misbehaves. Though we have personally trained this one and we doubt that will happen. He’s been properly handled, set straight, retrained…”

“And now installed in his rightful place. My bedroom,” my customer finished. 

My superiors nodded, gave me one last wink and left without saying goodbye. Even if they weren’t exactly family or my friends, it felt so cold. It reminded me of the truth: I am not a person but a tool…

My new owner slowly walked up to me. She swayed her hips as she approached and I had to wonder who she was putting the show for. She didn’t need to act sexy for me: I was just a tool installed into her wall, my body her toy to do as she pleased. Less than a pet.

She stood in front of me. I swallowed nervously. I have heard horror stories of tools like me being “broken” by particularly cruel owners. Helpless in the walls of a cruel mistress, being used as punching bags and scapegoats for people’s anger. The company treated us roughly and without care for our rights, but even they had a “rescue” system for abused toys. But they didn’t always get to them on time… if my customer turned out to be such a type of person I could not defend myself.

So when she placed her hand beneath my balls for the first time I cried out in fear. She simply stroked it with a finger, watching my member become erect to the touch. She smiled.

So, she was testing out her new toy. Okay, looks like I was making her happy. Maybe I got lucky. Maybe I didn’t have such a cruel owner after all… or at the very least maybe she would value my usefulness enough not to risk damaging me…

“Hello.”

I looked at her. Had she just said, Hello?

“I said, Hello! Aren’t you gonna say anything?”

She… she was talking to me.

“I… hi,” was all I could say. 

“There we go. For a moment I thought I bought a mute model. How are you feeling in there?”

How was I feeling? I… I didn’t know how to answer this question. Months of being hypnotized, wrestled to the ground by female interrogators and made to forget my rights as a human being had purged me of such thoughts. Her feelings. Not your feelings. Her feelings are YOUR feelings.

“I… I don’t know…” I said.

“Hmm,” The lady, my owner, casually inspected my penis with her pinky while she hummed. “Yes, the manufacturers warned me that if I wanted you to talk to me it would take some… breaking in.”

At the sound of the word “breaking” I tried in vain to bring my legs together to cover my testicles, but a big piece of foam between them kept my feet apart and genitals exposed.

The blow never came. She seemed to notice my sudden tension, though.

“Am I really such a scary person? Or maybe you’ve been in that factory or wherever they kept you for so long you think all women are going to punish you if you speak?” she said.

Seeing as I had been trained to react to the word “punishment” I loosened up my tongue at this.

“I will oblige any punishment my owners wish to enact on me without resistance,” I said, almost mechanically. 

She looked at me funnily.

“Um… what I mean to say is… I just… um… please don’t harm me,” I almost whispered.

She giggled and got up. 

“Oh I’ll hurt you, alright, my new little toy.” She got really close to my face but didn’t touch it. She placed a hand on my chest with her right hand and with her left she traced my neck with a finger. “I’m gonna be biting you often… might leave a bruise or two… and if you’ve been naughty I might just give you a firm spanking and make you work extra hard… accept extra bites…”

Biting. Spanking. There were some biting horror stories, but the way she spoke made it sound…

Was she implying she wanted to be… intimate with me?

Not that I didn’t expect something like that. I’ve been installed, after all. I was to be used in any way they wanted, barring extreme damages to my body and therefore function. I was to gratify a woman sexually, this I knew. My body was theirs to use, but… biting was something people did to those they shared a type of bond with, right? The thought that this woman who bought and owned me wanted to use me as something other than a tool was frightening, terrifying, and exciting.

I mustn't get my hopes up… I mustn't think she’ll treat me better than my “manufacturers”…

She giggled and poked my erection. It must have amused her to see how aroused fear made me.

“Have I sufficiently put the fear and admiration of God into you, little toy?” she said, coyly.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” She giggled at my admission and stroked my chest. 

“Good. Now tell me… what were you before becoming mine?”

“I was trained in the company’s farm-”

“Before that…”

“I… I shouldn’t speak about it…”

“I’m your master, little toy,” she said, and suddenly bit, softly, against my neck making him shudder. She pressed her hips against my crotch, squishing my erection between her jeans and my pelvis… “You will do as I say. Tell me about your past.”

“Um… I was a writer. Not a good one, I think,” I said.

“Oh. You never got published?” she said between exploring my neck with her lips and teeth… 

“I… don’t remember,” I struggled to think. Her bites hurt and felt amazing… but I reminded myself that she was my owner. She was probably teasing me, or exploring the “functions” of her new toy curiously, like a new laptop or TV set.

“Do you remember your name?” she said, now facing me. I could feel her breath against my chin, her hand stroking my chest…

I had spent the last few months being firmly and sometimes brutally stripped of my name and “persuaded” with means painful and pleasurable to forget my old identity. They had warped my brain, I believed, beyond repair.

So I didn’t know how she did it, but my owner undid all of the company’s hard work with her bites and loving hands.

“My name… was Nolan,” I whispered.

“Nolan… I like it. I’ll call you that,” she said.

“But Ma’am! I’m… I’m just a toy…”

“I use to name my teddy bears and dolls after TV show characters. Toys can have names, silly,” she said. 

Could it be? Was she giving me back my name?

“So, Nolan, do you know what I want from you?”

“W-whatever you want from me, I will give to the best of my abilities,” I recited.

“I want your nice… firm… ass… and I’m going to treat them like the stress balls that they are,” she said. Then she smiled and pressed some buttons on a remote control. The foam holding my pelvis softened, allowing her to reach around and wrap her hands around my ass cheeks, squeezing them. She had a firm grip and I bit down to stop myself from yelping.

“Do you moan, Nolan?” she said. “If you do, I would greatly appreciate it.”

And so I did. She played with my ass and not so gently at all. She seemed to want to soften them with her massaging and pinching, like dough. I shook my hips in “resistance” and did more than just moan; she made me cry and my erection grew and grew…

And I discovered the extent of her cruelty when she gave a satisfied sigh and let go. My erection remained untouched as she withdrew her arms from around my waist and pumped the foam. I could feel the vinyl wrap around my buttocks, giving aid to the abused muscles.

She then looked at me with a serious expression.

“I won’t always be so gentle with you, Nolan. Remember that,” she said. Then her expression softened and she winked. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

I swallowed, nervously. Then she bent forward and gave me a quick kiss… before closing the doors on me, sealing me in.

I closed my eyes, feeling disappointed and unsatisfied, but oddly filled with hope. And then I heard her whisper…

“Get some rest, boy. You’ll need all of your energy for tonight…”

And I didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid.

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(This story was inspired by a Thevalkyrie.com story that I can't find anymore. It ended with the idea that the dominant muscle woman would "install" the boy into the wall. I found the idea of being a permanent tool for mere use to be... interesting to say the least)