Broken by Monica

Part 1

When my sexual awakening began in my early teens, I realized that for some reason I wanted girls to be mean to me. This of course was not comfortable or easy. Most of the girls in my class were the direct opposite. They were nice and modest, normal girls. It was difficult to even imagine any of them treating me they way I wanted them to. There were some girls in school who acted kind of bitchy, but I stayed away from them. Being nice and modest myself, and secretly wanting to be dominated, they could much too easily make me look like a wimp, and who knows how far it would go. It felt like social suicide, so instead I just fantasized about them bullying me, which I did frequently.

By the age of sixteen I went on to secondary school, and most of my classmates were new. Some of the girls were very attractive. Monica was not among the first I took notice of. Her looks were more on the average. That is, she had a great, well proportioned body, her bum a little big, but she was one of the shortest girls in class, and her face was not strikingly beautiful like a couple of the other girls were.

But she soon caught my attention. It was a basketball game. She wasn’t particularly good, but she played very aggressively. It was an outdoors asphalt court, and she made a guy fall and tear his skin twice. She made no effort to be sorry about it either.

Later, I helped clearing away some equipment. I was carrying a long pole and turned around to see who was walking behind me, to avoid hitting the person. It was Monica, and I hesitated in my steps enough that the end of the pole touched her tummy. I said “Oops, I‘m sorry” and she answered by putting the pole that she was carrying, which had en end that was sharply pointed, into my ass cheek. I said “Ouch!”, but she went on to stick it into my other cheek. She did it a few more times, hitting my ass with each step as we kept walking and I didn’t know how to react, but finally managed to say “Would you please stop or you will ruin my shorts”. She giggled and stopped it. I was growing a boner and was relieved to escape the situation without too much embarrassment.

I soon noticed that Monica would take almost any opportunity to get in clinch with a boy. She was extremely outgoing and confident, and seemed to have no barriers when it came to messing with boys. Most boys were up for this, after all it was physical contact with a good looking girl. Usually the boy would fight back a little, but not too much, as she was physically like half his size. What often caught the boy by surprise was that Monica didn’t stop. She went on until the boy was defeated. Usually, when the boy would try to pull out because it was getting too aggressive, she would push it further by pulling his hair, or twisting his fingers, a special trick of hers, so hard that he would have to give in or fight back for real, which would be too embarrassing and childish. After all, she was a girl and he was a boy. Then, while holding onto his hair or fingers, she would make him kneel or lay down so she could sit on him. This could go on for several minutes before she let him go. Sometimes there was an “issue“, like if the boy had not yet paid back the dollar he borrowed from her friend the day before. She would make him give her the money or swear to pay it back. She more or less made something up that he would confess to be sorry for. The more cocky the guy was, the more she would prolong the torment, not stopping until his confident smile was gone and his face was red. This behaviour eventually scared boys away from her. Still, some where cocky or stupid enough to take her on. Or maybe they were too infatuated with her to stay away.

I stayed away. Sexually, she was the girl of my dreams and I fantasized about her all the time. In terms of looks she wasn’t out of my league, I was quite good looking myself. But I was shy and self conscious, and she made such a strong impact on me that I became afraid to talk to her. I was nervous to even watch her too closely, although I loved to see her humiliating boys.

Except for the situation with the pole, she left me alone for a long time. She probably knew that I was shy. She tended to pick boys that were outgoing and who had approached her in the first place.

Once I saw her do something very harsh to one of her favourite victims. We were all standing outside the school waiting for the bus. Somebody said something and I turned around and saw her. I don’t know what, if anything, had led up to it, but she was just standing in front of the guy smiling, slapping his face maybe ten times, taking her time between each blow. Unbelievable. He was saying nothing, trying to look back at her while his face was turning red. To me it was almost too much. I wondered if I was the only guy there with an instant boner.

It was beyond my understanding how the guy managed to put up with it. At the same time it would be my fantasy come true to be in his shoes.

Later Rita, a girl in my class threw a home alone party. It was far away from where I lived, so I brought a sleeping bag and a lot of booze. I had discovered how alcohol was a good medicine for shyness. Most of the guys from class were there, including Monica. Some had dressed up. At school Monica always dressed casually and girlish, but now she was dressed in a short black skirt, a matching tight fitting top, nylons and high heels. Discreet, perfect make up, and her long, dark and curly hair hanging down. Very posh and mature looking, even more sexy and intimidating looking than usual. It was hard to understand how I had not found her pretty when I first saw her.

I drank fast and was able to mingle quite well. There were some nice and interesting girls there, but Monica was always in the back of my mind. I was peeking at her from the corner of my eye whenever I was able to. She was talking and flirting in her usual provocative manner. I was hoping for her to make some kind of scene like she usually would. She was drinking cocktails and I expected that to get her into the mood, but for a long time she seemed to hold back. Maybe it was her dressed up, womanly appearance that was preventing her. 

Eventually, by which time people started to get drunk, I noticed from the other end of the room that Monica was grabbing a guy. She was doing the thing with his fingers. It was clearly painful as he bended forwards immediately . She laughingly told him to get on his knees. From that position he was told to quickly finish his beer. Some people were watching, others didn’t pay much attention. Everybody had seen Monica do things like that before. Some thought it was funny while others found it just childish. To me of course it was highly erotic. While he was downing the beer she apparently pulled harder on his fingers, making him shout out and spill beer on his chin and down his shirt. By now he was probably badly regretting the situation he had gotten himself into. He was cursing, which only gave her an opportunity to be harder on him. “Shut up! Are you cursing in front of a woman? Get down on your back!” Her voice was hard and girlish at the same time. He lay down and she sat on his stomach.       

I was afraid of giving myself away by watching the scenario too eagerly, but I was not able to take my eyes off it. It would probably be masturbation material for the next month. Monica still held on to the bended fingers of his one hand with her two small hands.  She sat with her feet next to his head. “Take my shoes off!” she commanded. His used his free hand to pull of her stilettos. “Now let me clean this up for you.” she said smilingly. She began rubbing her feet against his face and neck where the beer was spilt. One of my most frequent fantasies was of Monica making me lick her feet in public. I grew hard immediately. The guy was moaning and trying to move his head away to avoid the obvious stink, not to much help. Her firm grip on his fingers prevented him from protesting too much. He had to play along. “My feet are getting wet. I’ll have to borrow a pair of nylons from Rita.“ Monica said. She looked up and her eyes accidentally met mine. It felt like an ice cube tracing up my spine. I must have looked half crazy with both lust and fear. For a split second there was a puzzled look in her eyes. I suppose she had not expected to see a reaction quite like mine, but then she understood, and the provocative look was back in her eyes. “Andrew, come over here!” she actually called out to me! I panicked and just hurried into the next room, pretending not to hear her. I went to the bathroom and stayed there for a long time. I knew there was another bathroom in the house for people to use. I made every effort to stay away from Monica for the rest of the party. At one point she was sitting on a guys lap, seemingly acting nice before she started pinching his nose and cheeks. She then led him by his ear down on all fours beside the table, sitting down on his back while offering a girl his place in the sofa. I couldn’t stay there. I considered taking a taxi home, but that would be quite expensive. I had brought my sleeping bag in order to avoid spending money on that. The best thing to do was simply to go to sleep. I took my sleeping bag and found a quiet room where somebody was already sleeping on a sofa. There was nowhere to lay down except for the floor, but that would have to do. I was drunk and would pass out soon enough. I fell asleep while jerking off inside the sleeping bag.

Part 2

I woke up from something tapping on my cheek. I’m not sure if I first recognized what it was from the smell or the vision, but in a state between sleep and shock I realized that it was a foot pushing against my face. I feared the worst. Sure enough, as I turned to look, behind the feet was Monica, looking down at me, telling me it was time to wake up. She was sitting on the sofa where some guy had been sleeping the night before. Her nylon clad legs were long enough for her feet to reach my head. Next to her on the sofa was the prettiest girl in class, Catherine. 

I had no idea what to say. The shock of the situation, the fear and the hangover combined left me paralysed. In addition I secretly wanted nothing more than to stay right there and worship her feet, like I had done several times in my mind. Her feet were very small, but the smell was stronger and sharper than I had imagined. She was wearing the same clothes as the night before, except for the nylons which were black instead of dark blue. Probably Rita’s. Her hair was a little untidy. Catherine on the other hand had changed into jeans and a sweater, and her hair was wet from a shower. I didn’t remember laying down so close to the sofa, I must have moved in my sleep. “What a way to wake up.” Catherine said. “Oh, I think he likes it.” Monica replied. “To have that stench right up his nose? He can’t possibly like that.” “Well, I think he does. Isn‘t that right, Andrew?” Monica said, rubbing her toes gently on my nose. “No.” I said, trying to not act like a complete fool. “No?!” Monica said. “That’s rudest thing I’ve heard all morning!” She quickly got up from the sofa and sat down on top of me. I had my arms against my body inside the sleeping bag, and with her sitting on my stomach I was paralysed physically as well as mentally. Next, her feet were planted on my face, covering it completely. I could neither see nor speak, only smell. The intensity of it was intoxicating. “Are you sure you don’t like my feet, Andrew? They’re so small and delicate, don’t you think?” Monica said teasingly. She lifted one foot so that I could see the sole with my one eye. There was a small run in the nylon. I heard myself try to say yes, but my voice was very low, and her other foot covered most of my mouth. “Did you say yes?“ Monica said. She began rubbing her soles up and down my face, making it impossible to say anything understandable. “You’re so cruel, Monica.” Catherine said. “He was asking for it.” Monica said. “He is occupying our floor space. Did you do that on purpose, Andrew? Did you lay down here because you wanted me to step on you?” “No, no!” I answered. I started to worry that other people in the house could hear us and come into the room. I had no idea what time it was. I was also worried that Catherine might see a bulge on the sleeping bag where my erected dick was. This had to stop somehow. I didn’t know what to say or do. She had me trapped inside the sleeping bag under her body. Maybe I could shake her off, but that would probably give her more reason to mess me up. The best idea was to indulge as much as I could. “I think you did. You like my feet, don’t you?” She put her arms under her knees, lifting her legs, tapping her soles rapidly on my face. “Yes!” I said. “I like them. I like them very much!”. “That‘s better. Good boy. Do you also like the way the smell?” “Yes, I do!” “Show me!” She put one foot down with my nose against the spot next to her big toe. “Take a big whiff right there”. I did as she told me. “Jesus Christ…” I heard Catherine say. “Again! Keep on going.” Monica commanded. My head was filled with the intense smell of her sweaty feet. If I had not felt genuinely submissive until then, I was now starting to lose myself. Breathing deeply in and out through my nose, it was like meditating on her female stink. It was crazy how she was humiliating and degrading me for no particular reason, other than her own amusement. I had always been afraid to be caught in a situation like that, where I would reveal my submissive nature. “Tell me how much you like that smell, Andrew.” She lifted her heel from my mouth while keeping her toes on my nose, the ball of her foot resting against my upper lip. “I like it very much. It‘s… great!” I stupidly uttered, unable to describe it any other way. “That‘s not very convincing. You have to come up with something more original, if you want to impress a woman.” “It smells like flowers. Like really beautiful flowers.” I said. I heard Catherine giggle. “You’re not too good with words, are you?” Monica said. “Well, I’m gonna let you go for now, on one condition.” she continued. “Yes, whatever you want.” I replied. “Make us breakfast. And it better be good!” “Yes! Of course!” I said, relieved that she wasn’t demanding anything humiliating. She got off the sleeping bag and sat down on the sofa. I hurried to get up and into the kitchen. Feeling confused, aroused and nervous, I began to look around for food. I had a splitting headache and needed to pee, but I didn’t dare go to the bathroom until at least I had started to prepare something, in case Monica would check up on me. I put on coffee and decided to make scrambled eggs. It was the best I could do from what was available. I then rushed to the bathroom to relieve and clean myself up a little. Back in the kitchen I started on the eggs. There was no one around. I still had no idea what time it was. Maybe the others had already left the house, or maybe they hadn’t got up yet? At least Rita who lived there had to be around. I was happy there weren’t others present to watch Monica subjugate me, it was bad enough with Catherine, but on the other hand, if I was the only boy in the house, Monica had no one else to toy with. I made sure the eggs were perfect. I addition I made the girls each a slice of bread with jam. Along with the coffee I brought it into the room where they were still sitting on the sofa chatting. The table in front of them wasn‘t very big. “Eh, I don‘t know if you want to eat here, or…” “Of course not.” Monica interrupted. “Take it back to the kitchen, stupid.” I did, and they followed after. They sat down at the kitchen table. “Massage my feet. A little reward for you. I know you want to.” Monica said. I sat down under the table and tried to give her a good massage while they were eating. Maybe the rubbing and stroking released more of the odour, because after a while Catherine remarked: “Gosh, I think I can actually smell your feet from here. It can’t be mine, cause I had a shower. Or maybe it’s Andrew’s.” “Could be.” Monica said. She continued, pointing under the table. “Andrew, lay down on your back with your head here and  your feet in that direction away from us“. I lay down with my head in front of her chair, her feet right above me. All I could see was feet and legs encased in dark nylon. I kept on massaging. Monica stuck her other foot into my mouth, wiggling her toes against my tongue. “I do feel sweaty, though.” Monica told Catherine. “I fell asleep while making out with Morgan.“ “Oh, he’s hot.“ Catherine said. “Yeah, kind of. Well anyway, I should take a shower, but I didn’t bring any clothes.” “Maybe you could borrow some from Rita” Catherine said. “Maybe. She’s not my size, though. And I already borrowed the pantyhose.” Monica said. “Anyway, we’re leaving soon, aren’t we?” “Yeah, I don’t know how, though.” Catherine said. “Is there a bus stop around here?” “I don’t know. We could take a cab.” Monica said. “It’s a bit expensive, isn‘t it?” Catherine said. “Andrew could pay for it” Monica said. “Listen up, Andrew, I‘ve got a deal for you.” she continued. “Since you like my feet so much, if you pay for the taxi, I’ll let you keep the pantyhose. To smell or wear or whatever.” I could feel my face growing warmer, although it must have been pretty red already. It was a completely pathetic thing to say yes to. To buy her used pantyhose was to admit to being a freak and a loser, and why should I give her my money after being treated like a dog all morning?  I was listening to hear if Catherine was giggling, but she wasn’t. “Or maybe I’ll just force you to pay for the taxi anyway” Monica said. She taken her foot out of my mouth, now pressing my nose upwards with her moist toes. I pictured her twisting my fingers, slapping my face and pulling me around by my hair, like I had seen her do to others. From my current position, the scenario wasn’t too unlikely. I would gladly pay to avoid being treated like that in front of Catherine, possibly others too. The humiliation had gone far enough as it was. “Okay“ I said. “I’ll pay.” “Good boy.” Monica said, giving my nose some bonus rubs. “Rita said I could keep it, so I‘m sure she won‘t mind. If she does, you‘ll have to return it, though. Now, get up and order a car for… let’s say thirty minutes from now?” she asked Catherine. “Yes.” Catherine said. I got out from under the table and found a room with a phone. Thankfully they were able to send one for the requested time. I went back to the kitchen and told the girls. It was hard to look at them. I felt like I had they eyes of a puppy dog when looking at Monica, and I was too ashamed to look at Catherine at all. “Good.” Monica said. “Just one thing about this meal, though. Come here.” I went over to her. “I told you to make a good breakfast, right?” “Yes.” I nervously replied. “Well, the coffee was too strong, and I don’t like orange jam.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” I said. “Get on your knees. We don’t want to waste food, so your going to eat it yourself.” I knelt down beside her. I was dead hungry, so eating it without any further punishment was fine by me. “Here you go”. She lifted the bread to my mouth, obviously going to feed it to me. I took one bite, but then she flipped the slice upwards against my face, covering it with jam. “Oops, how clumsy if me.“ Monica said. “That’s disgusting.” Catherine said. Monica was laughing. “Should we let him clean up before we leave? Wouldn’t it be hilarious to make him sit in the taxi like that?” Monica said. “The driver probably wouldn’t let him.” Catherine said. “Probably not.” Monica agreed. “Alright, Andrew. Go clean your face, we don’t want that mess dripping around. After that you can clean these dishes and I guess we’re out of here.” Monica said.

I went on with the cores, making sure to do the dishes properly. Monica paid me no further attention, chatting with Catherine until the taxi arrived. Monica motioned for me to take the front seat. I was the one to pay. Monica told the driver to go to her and Catherine’s addresses first, even though they were further away than mine. It was going to be an expensive ride. Soon I heard Monica move around in the backseat. The driver looked in the mirror and I could see he was surprised. “I almost forgot…” Monica said. Next she pulled her pantyhose down over my head. “Here you go, like I promised.” she said, patting the top of my head. By reflex I lifted my hand to remove it, but she smacked my hand away, simply saying “Don’t!”. I wore it for the ride until the girls got off. Monica held on to the legs of the pantyhose, now and then using them to pull my head to the sides. I felt like a complete fool. Monica got off first, patting my head again, saying “See you on Monday.“, which sent another chill down my spine. Not a word was spoken in the taxi after Monica left, Catherine didn’t even say anything when she got out. I didn’t take the hose off until she had gone, in case she would tell Monica later. I paid the driver without saying anything myself.

Finally home, I passed out on the bed. Waking up a few hours later, I couldn’t believe what had happened that morning. Still, the pantyhose was solid proof. With mixed emotions I lifted it to my nose. In the groin area I could smell traces of her pussy and ass. At the reinforced part where her toes had been the scent was much stronger. My mind flashed back to when she was sitting on top of me. At once I was fully erect, and came in a matter of seconds.