Naturally Demanding
Introduction
Jennifer is one of three girls of wealthy parents. They are
blonde and beautiful. They have been pampered and spoiled all
of their lives. Jennifer, the oldest is nineteen.
Is it any wonder she is conceited? Is it a surprise that she
believes a guy should have a 10-90 relationship with her? She
receiving the 90 while giving the 10, of course. A new guy moves
to town. He falls for her instantly. She likes him a lot, but
remember, the percentage of give and take. To her surprised
enjoyment she quickly learns he is amicable to the relationship
she desires. To receive only 10 while giving 90 is very acceptable
to the guy who is average minus, and the girl, he believes to be
more beautiful than he ever dreamed possible.
This is a femdom story about severe use of the male by the female.
If you do not desire to read about severe treatment, pain, torture,
scatology, cbt, etc., do not read this version. Read,
"Naturally Demanding but Nice" instead.
This is an F/m, F+/m, M/m
story. Corrections are being made. Please be patient.
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Chapter One
Have you ever known a girl who knew she was beautiful?
I am. I was a pretty baby, a cute little girl and grew
through adolescence without ever being unattractive. At
my ugliest time, I was pretty, naw, make that beautiful.
Some have it, some do not. If you have it, flaunt it! I
buy the best cosmetics. I always dress appropriately, but
tasteful. I reveal a little of something once in a while.
Like to the owner of the pastry shop. I drive him mad
with lust while really doing nothing. I may reveal a
little extra of my 34b's, and on ocassion I will flash
my panties. Guys need to see something of a young lady.
Not enough to think she is cheap or easy, but enough to
make them interested, aroused, you know, makes them easy
to own. Ownership is what this story is about. Ownership
that may well be beyond your wildest dreams!
I love it when I am controlling a guy, truly love it. I
like the power so much that just thinking about it causes me
to cream my panties. I have sooo much control over men. They
are easy. They simply have no chance. I think that is so
cool, don't you? You may ask, "How can she do that"? One
word, "Beauty". I may very well be the worlds most beautiful
creature. Am I conceited?. You bet your ass I am. I was
born conceited. I was born to be worshipped. I was born to
be served. Hey I am just naturally demanding.
I matured early. I am blessed with my pert little titties,
a 22 inch waist, and a gorgeous 36 inch ass. I like walking
by a group of men, pulling out my mirror,and watch them
watch me. I pretend to be looking at my hair. I always
know what they are looking at! So I wiggle it a little
for them. A man's brains is in his balls. They relocate
there while they are an adolescent and stay. That is why
it hurts them so much to get kicked there!
Did I tell you I have long blonde hair with natural light red
streaks, yep, a strawberry blonde, all natural. I use no color
or highlights on my hair. I have a lot of it too. Don't you
just hate blondes that are half bald, ugg. I am beautiful.
That, and just a little brains, is all that is required to own
a man's body and soul. Hey, I really like owning them, using
them.
The noblest thing a guy can do is to serve me. The more
specialized the service he performs for me, the more special
he is to me! What all would you do for me? Ha, I bet I
could use everyone of you for the most degrading things. And
the more I used you, the more you would love me!
Did I tell you that I only trim my bush a little. Now, I have
no hair on my pussy, gross! I have a good healthy blonde bush
and I am proud of it. I think it is sexy to have a few blonde
pubes creaping out from under a bikini. Not any other color
though! Dark pubes look cheap, red pubes make a girl look like
she has a rash! But blonde pubes, make guys drool. Hey, that is
where the saying comes from, "Blonde girls rule, boys drool,
drool, drool"!
I just started my senior year of high school. I had my 18th
birthday July 31th, yeah a Leo!. I am not the oldest in my
class but probably in the older 10 percent. That is good.
Younger kids tend to be "followers". There are more than 500
seniors in my class. 263 are girls. I have a few girlfriends.
There are a lot of students who like me. All of the guys like
me. Most girls think I am stuck up, to good for them, you know
the types. Wellll, I am. When I walk by them, I push my chest
out a little more, and tilt my head ever so slightly up and
to the side away from them. I am nice though. If they say
something to me, I always answer, even though what they say
is usually kinda silly. Know what? They still like me enough
to vote for me for all of the important stuff.
There are a lot of jocks in my school. I do not date jocks.
They all think they are gods gift to women. Well they are
not. I do not waste my time with them. Just meaning I do not
date them. I am pleasant. They vote for me for everything.
They would just be to difficult to us. I could do it. I can
do anything. It would require to much training. To many fights.
Like I am going to go through all that.
Now about nerds. Give me a nerd anytime. They do what I want,
the way I want, for as long as I want. I am not interested
in marriage, not now anyway. I have a lot of school and a lot
of guys to go through.
There is this one guy, John. I think he is a smart in almost
everything, except girls. He seems to know nothing about the
fairer sex. I have been watching him watch me since I returned
from our summer cruise just before school started. I think he
even started following me after school started. Well maybe not
follow, he just times things so that our paths cross often.
Like he goes the long way around just for the chance of meeting
me. He says, "Hi Jennifer," when we meet. He looks at me until
we are close, then he looks down. Doesn't bend his head, but
his eyes don't meet mine either. Typical inferiority complex.
I have almost all of my classes with him. He sits as close
to me as he dares. I hope he is smart, well I know he is.
He spends a lot of school time looking at me. I caught him
looking at me in class several times on the first day. I
started smiling at him just so he would know that I know!
He would quickly look away and blush!
That is how you trap a guy you know. He keeps fantasising
about you, then, POW the trap closes. Boys are so stupid,
almost as stupid as men!
I just know we are going to meet as I walk to school today.
This is Friday and we have met right before I get to school
Tuesday through Thursday. He is walking away from school!
Yeah, see what I mean! He is so obvious. I have my watch
in my purse. I am going to ask him the time. He will have
to say more then, "Hi". I discarded my boy friend almost a
month ago. He was alright, I just got tired of him. I have
already told you that boys and men are created to be used
by pretty females, of all ages! He graduated high school
and is in college. Sooo, I dumpted him. I need a guy to be
my slave here. I need my stuff carried, homework done, car
washed, and other stuff too. He was used up. More about
that later, if I have the time.
Sometimes a guy expects more then I am going to give. I am
a virgin, though few think so. I will be when I get married
too. I believe in that. Also I like to be worshipped. A guy
does not worship the girl he is sticking his thing in.
He is using her. I am the user, the guy is the usee!
I have used guys a lot, some a whole lot! I have been
using males for about as long as I can remember. That
is what they are for. If a guy has no girl to use him,
he simply is a waste. Just taking up space!
Here John comes, right on time.
"Hi Jennifer," he says shyly.
"Hi John, hey what time is it?" I asked before we passed.
He fumbled around looking at his wrist watch. If it had
been loose he would have dropped it. After much fumbling
and stuttering he told me the time.
"John, did you come this way just to meet me?"
"Nnno."
"John, there is nothing I dispise more then being lied to.
Lies are not cool! Now did you walk this direction just
to meet me?"
"Yyyes, I did."
I smiled at him. He turned so red! He was going to be
fun. Makes me wish I had started sooner!
"You must think I am pretty, do you?" I teased.
"Yyyyes. you are pretty."
"John, I need some help in chemistry. Would you like to
come to my house about 1:00 Saturday?"
This made him light up! See how stupid they are!
"Yes, I would, I will be there at 1:00."
"You do know where I live, don't you?"
I knew he did. I have seen him go by my house several
times! He lives a block from the school in one direction, I
live two blocks from the school in the opposite direction.
"Would you like to walk me to class?"
"Oh yes, I would be honored, may I please?"
He was beside himself with joy, and should be!
"Yes, you may, but you have got to carry my stuff."
I said, as I handed him three subject books, my
notebook, and other school supplies in my backpack
as well as my gym bag. It was going to be nice to
have a guy carry all of my stuff, do my homework, even
help me with tests, not that I need much help with them.
I will start saving a seat for him behind me especially
in English. I will own him by our next test. I will let
him slip me answers. He will be in heaven. Can you
imagine me allowing him to talk to ME! I am only light
years out of his class. Oh, he will do a lot for me
before I am through with him.
"You can put some of this stuff in my locker."
I did not tell him which locker was mine, but he knew!
I am not surprised. He is going to make a good slave.
He is sooo lucky. By the way he looks at me, I am
sure he knows it. There is this, "worshipful", look on
his face when he looks at me.
I gave him a lot of really beautiful smiles. So he
got paid for carrying my stuff. I am sure he felt
very fortunate to be in the same area as me. He was
breathing almost the same air as ME!
I told you how close we lived together. I did not
tell you that the school is the dividing line of
property values. My house is worth at least ten
times what his is worth. Now are you seeing why
the guy is speechless. Like, I am WAY out of his
league, he is an ordinary guy, I am class.
Something else I have not told you. I was Prom Queen
last year. The first time in the history of the
school that a junior won that! I won Yearbook Queen
as a freshman, yep, another first. Both are
always won by seniors. Are you understanding how
lucky this nobody is? There is no way he can do
enough for me. I am Naturally demanding, so he will try.
I love for guys to do stuff for me. I have not tied my
shoes in school since 1st grade! A Goddess must have a
slave. I hardly see how any female can claim Goddess
status if she has no slave. Hey, I still may not bother
to get a guy like John to serve me if all I wanted to use
him for was a slave. It isn't. He will be my toy and I
will do things to him that is humiliating. He will do
anything to please me. I will do everything to him. He
will want me to. How do I know this, experience, much
experience. Could I tell you a lot of really cool
stories about my childhood? Maybe I will some day.
I allowed John to walk with me in the halls all day Friday.
He was in heaven. By the end of the day he was stooping
at least six inches to get through the doors! He never
touched the floor! Had to duck to leave the school! You
know what I mean. I went the whole day and never put him
down one time. I love building guys up and then, wham, I
walk all over them.
I have a few unattractive traits, but you will find out
about those soon enough. I am just telling you the sweet
things about me.
We got a lot of curious looks. I have seen them before.
I get them everytime I change boy friends. I ignored them.
John was in heaven. Sometimes I could hardly keep from
laughing. I giggled a lot. I don't think he was like
totally sure I was not laughing at him. Boy was he
going to fall hard. He could be the best of all. I
expect many a great sacrifice from him!
"Hey slave, would you like to carry my stuff home after
dance practice?" I asked him with a light giggle. He
took the,"slave", part as a joke. Silly boy!
"Sure," he answered. "How long is dance practice?"
"It will just be 45 minutes today. Since you are with me,
you can sit in the bleachers."
That really made his day. He was being invited to
watch the dance/pom pom girls workout. The ony way
anyone watches practice is to be invited by one of
the varsity team members. I am Captain. The dance
routine we are working on was choreographed by
me. I have received several offers of interest
from universities. There are guys who would commit
murder for a real date with me. Beginning to see
why this nobody is so lucky? Watch what I do to him.
Welll, really FOR him.
John watched us practice, believe me he was not bored!
Never in this guys wettest dream did he ever think he
would be sitting where he is now. Like there were six
students watching, he was one! There are sixteen
ladies in varsity dance, another sixteen in jv dance.
This was our joint session practice. We have joint
session practice every Friday.
When practice was over I changed, showered, and met
John in the gym. He was faithfully waiting for me.
I was the last girl to leave. I was last by design,
I am sure you know that! He had now been waiting
well over an hour. Hey, he asked how long practice
would be, not how long I would be!
The instructor was still in her office. She was always
one of the last to leave, besides the janitors.
I walked up to John and said.
"I forgot something, it will take five minutes or so.
I will be right back."
I set my unzipped gym bag on the floor at his feet. On
top, in plain site were my folded panties. They were
poised on top of the shorts I had worn in practice. I
walked away and did not look back. I knew I had creamed
them. I did that more then once thinking about my new
slave. I loved being worshipped!
After four minutes, I opened the door quickly that leads
to the locker and showers. His back was to me and to the
instructors office. My gym bag was in front of him at his
feet. I was certain that he hurriedly put something, my
panties, back in the gym bag. He was pretty slick at it
though. I am surprised he knew when I came back in the gym.
I nonchalantly strolled up to him.
"I always leave my bag open so my gym clothes will get air.
You do not mind carrying them for me, you know, open like
that, do you?"
My panties were on top and clearly visable.
Before he could answer I said, "Pick up my backpack too
and lets go."
He picked them up. His books were in his backpack on his
back. My gym bag was in one hand and my backpack in his
other hand. That is why guys have two hands!
We walked out of the gym. There had already been whispers
and gossip about us. You know the usual stuff like, "Jen
has a new slave". "There goes Jen and her boy toy". "She
is just using him". Well they are right, but really, boys
are made for pretty girls to use! They were just adolescent
remarks. They had no idea! I mean they are really naive.
None of them, on their highest day of imagination, could
dream of what I can do, and do, do, to boys! And I have
been doing unmentionable things to guys, yeah, men too for
several years. I know how to, "Care for the opposite sex"!
We met my cousin and some of her friends. I stopped to talk
to them. I already told you I am friendly. After about ten
minutes John started to put my bags on the sidewalk. I was
watching for such an inconsiderate act.
"John, I do not want my stuff on the ground." I told
him with the proper amount of animation and wide opened
eyes. A couple of the girls snickered. That was more to
show my ownership of him than care for my bags.
"Sorry Jenn," he replied. I talked another five minutes or
so and we walked on.
"John, if you are going to pal around with me, you must
get stronger. When you come over Saturday, I will help
you with the strength thing. You will have to come over
and work out three to four times a week. Also I prefer to be
called Jennifer. I like all of my name. It is what the
worlds most wonderful parents named their princess! I know
some of the others call me Jen". The ones who do that don't
know me at all."
Carrying my bags made him so happy. He carried my stuff
with renued energy. I bet he would have tried to carry me
too if I had asked. Oh, he will get to! Boy Will he get to!
I could hardly sleep after I came back from the movies.
John wanted to come with us but I told him he did not want
to go to the movies with me and four chicks. We would be
doing chick things, and talking about chick stuff. Guys
did not fit in conversations like that. It would be
boring to him. He almost insisted that he would not be
bored, but he got the message by my looks. I think I
could go through life and get what I wanted, without ever
saying a word. Just giving people my various,"looks".
I practiced in front of a mirror. I practiced my various
smiles, my cute little twist, and my many looks. That
is the only real science a Goddess needs. Ask Mr. Rainey
one of my teachers. I could make good grades in his class
and know nothing. I have showed him my panties everyday
this week. He has to walk behind the desk when I do that!
I have still seen his thing get hard. Maybe I will use
him someday. Like really use him!
Do you wonder how I became the naturally demanding little
thing I am? I was born for it and raised in it. My mom
is naturally demanding. My dad understands and treats my
mom like the goddess she is. To look at him you would
think he is totally into himself because he is so good
looking. Not so, he lives for my mom, who is a real
Goddess. Even as a little girl boys would come to my
house to play. I insisted we play Princess/slave games.
If they did not want to, or tired of my favorite game,
they were not invited back and I did not play with them
anymore.
I remember some of them, my mom has told me of others.
I remember the boy who live down the street. My mom told
me he was cute and really liked me. I started watching him
watch me. She was right, she always is. He was the first
one I used intimately. Mom had talked to me a lot. I knew
what he was supposed to do. He balked at a couple things
but I got him to do them. I used him for my special slave
until his parents moved to another state. I still miss him.
I do not know if I will ever find another boy so dedicated
to me. He did everything for me. Mom says he was a natural
slave. She hated to see them move too. He moved two thousand
miles away. He now lives in the midwest. We telephoned and
wrote to each other for a while. Mom said Scott's mom said
he was really broken hearted. If she had known it would have
been that hard on him, she would never have let her husband
accept that promotion. She naturally assumed it was puppy
love. She never knew it was far more serious, it was goddess
worship. Yeah, he was my first real slave.
I am in bed thinking about Saturday, I will call John when
I get up. My parents are out of town until Sunday evening
My mom wants me to clean my room and some other stuff.
John triggered my thoughts of Scott. I will surprise mom
with all of the work. She will like that.
Yeah, I will call John. I went to sleep wet. I used my
vibrator, (Not the penetrating kind), fingered myself but,
mostly I thought about tomorrow. Hey, girls have wet dreams
too! I get off thinking about using guys! I really get off
when I use them! My parents will be so proud of me. I know
I will have him cleaning our whole house, mowing our lawn,
and other stuff. It will be easy getting John to do stuff.
He worships me already and I am not even started! Everyday
I have been reassured of that, all week long. John wants
that which he is about to receive! I love being beautiful!
