Alexa has never liked men, and in her mind, most men are nothing more than lowly misogynistic pigs. It’s why she’s dedicated her life to fighting the patriarchy, and why she constantly leads feminist protests to make sure men check their privilege. And her hatred of men has also pushed her to find happiness in the arms of a woman.
But when a man tries to follow her home after a protest, everything changes. After she deals with him harshly, it awakens something inside of her – a vast and insatiable need to crush the symbol of the male patriarchy. And before the night is over, she’s going to see the ultimate symbol of manhood trampled under her high heels.
Product Warning – This story contains sexually explicit scenes, which include humiliation, CBT and CNFM.
“Now, what do you suppose a lowly, pathetic man like you deserves?” she asked, circling him like a predator.
“I don’t know, Miss.” He inclined his head as he spoke, looking at the ground in front of her.
Alexa shook her head. “You’re stupid even for a man – and that’s saying something. Not ten seconds ago I told you to call me Goddess. Can your tiny, peanut male brain not process that?”
Dylan’s head snapped up, a horrified look on his face. “I’m so sorry, Goddess.”
“That’s better,” she purred.
Being called Goddess almost made her shiver with pleasure. She had always known she was superior to men, but to finally meet one who admitted it was like a drug. She only craved more, and she was starting to wonder how far she could push this.
I wonder if Andrea would mind if I got a male slave, she wondered. After all, it would be nice to have someone to take care of this place.
She walked around Dylan, inspecting his naked body. “You’re so nasty,” she said. “You probably don’t even realize how repulsive you are to me. With that little cock of yours poking out like some disgusting growth. If it was up to me, I’d consider having it removed.”
“It’s not worthy of you, Goddess,” he said, his eyes feverish.
Alexa stopped and placed a fingertip against her lips. “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? You’ve always wanted to be around a superior woman.
The very idea of having a woman control your life makes you want to spurt cum all over the floor right now, doesn’t it?”
He was silent for a moment, and then nodded tersely.
“I asked you a question, you worthless piece of shit.” She smiled and nearly gasped with pleasure as she pushed the limits on verbal abuse. He only seemed to grow more excited as she tore him down. Interesting.
“I’m sorry, Goddess, but I’ve always dreamed of an FLR.”
“FLR? What the hell is that?” she asked, frowning. “I don’t know all of the perverted acronyms you probably have in your testosterone drenched brain.
“Female led relationship,” he explained, his words excitedly spilling from his lips.
“This isn’t going to work,” she said. “You’re so excited you can barely talk, and I’m sick of looking at your disgusting, quivering cock.”
“I’m so sorry, Goddess. It just won’t go down.”
“Then tug on it until you cream, you sickening piece of shit. Maybe then I can actually talk to you like a human being – albeit a far lesser one.”