My go at a short story/scenario (bear with me)
CW: somewhat heavy s/m, org@sm denial (reader doesnโt get to finish) โ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
Home from a weeklong camping with your Dom, they look tired, but you couldnโt be more wired, thinking of the beating they gave you when you spilled snacks in your tent, or the good fucking they gave you as you watched the sunset.
You unpack for them, and sit beside their feet in the floor, scrubbing every inch of their boots. Seeing a bug, they stand up and step on it. It makes every being of you squirm a little, letting your mind linger over the thought of them stepping on you that way. A shiver runs through your body, and you gulp, eyes not leaving the floor, your hands stopping their gentle scrubbing.
You jolt when a foot digs into your back. โWhy arenโt you working, pet? Do you want to end up like that roach?โ They point in the direction of where they squashed it with the slipper they took off. It takes everything in you not to nod vigorously, begging your Dom to step on you. But they know just what you want after hearing the little squeak that escapes your throat. They grumble something and push you with their foot until your face is on the ground.
โFucking roach.โ, is the last thing you hear before they take their slipper and hit you with it. You groan, only to be hit harder, faster. โAre you a roach or a fucking cricket? Shut the fuck up.โ You nod, biting your lip, almost letting out a whimper when they kick you in your ribs, making you roll over. โYouโre beneath me, filthy fucking bug.โ
This.. this is what you wanted. Youโre leaking already, you could spill over right now, with them stomping on you. They turn around rummaging through a bag you hadnโt put away yet, pulling out bug repellent. They spray you with it, the strong smell is overwhelming, but you bear it, trying not to breathe it in.
You know they wouldnโt let you anyhow. โDisgusting bug, squirming around, that doesnโt feel so good, hm?โ But that couldnโt be further from the truth. Do you smell awful, are you sticky, and wet? Of course, but the humiliation is worth it. โYouโre no better than a Roach, you dirty pervertโ. They step on your stomach, twisting their foot side to side, the pain dull, yet sharp at the same time; you relish every moment of it. They rubbed you raw through your pants, but never let you cum, because after all, youโre just a little bug.
