Jen, all 400lbs of her, lounged on the couch like a queen on her throne. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her full lips curved into a smirk as Mark, a man of slight stature and even smaller appendage, nervously approached her with a cup of coffee.
"Thanks, little man," Jen said, taking the cup from Mark and blowing on it dramatically. Mark's face flushed at her use of the nickname she had given him, but he said nothing. Jen took a sip of the coffee and then set the cup down on the table.
"Mark, darling, I have something to tell you," Jen said, her voice low and sultry. Mark's heart skipped a beat. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like what she had to say.
"I've been seeing other people," Jen continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Including some of your friends."
Mark felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had always suspected that Jen was seeing other people, but hearing her say it out loud was like a knife to the heart.
"But Jen, I thought we were exclusive," Mark stammered, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.
"Oh, Mark, you're so sweet," Jen said, cutting him off with a playful insult. "Darling, your dick is so small, I couldn't even feel it if I tried."
Mark's face burned with shame. He had always been self-conscious about his size, but Jen had a way of making him feel even smaller.
"I still love you, in my own way," Jen said, reaching out to pat Mark on the head like a dog. "And that's why I got you this."
Jen held up a small metal device, and Mark's heart sank. He knew what it was without her having to say anything.
"I want to train you to be a better partner for me," Jen said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I want you to wear this."
Mark was hesitant, but Jen's determined expression made it clear that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Fine," Mark said, taking the device from Jen and putting it on. It was uncomfortable, but he knew better than to argue with Jen.
"Good boy," Jen said, spitting in Mark's mouth. "That's what you get for being such a good boy."
Jen's phone buzzed, and she looked down at it with a wicked grin.
"One of your friends is on his way over," Jen said, her voice dripping with excitement. "I can't wait to show him what a good little boy you are."
Mark's heart raced as he heard the front door open. He knew he should be embarrassed, but there was something about Jen's dominance that made him feel desired.
Jen led her lover into the living room, and Mark's face burned with humiliation as he watched them have loud, passionate sex in front of him. He was hurt, but there was no denying the desire that was building inside of him.
After they were finished, Jen made Mark clean up after them, further humiliating him.
"You're not allowed to masturbate or have sex with anyone else," Jen said, her voice stern. "I'll be monitoring you closely."
Mark was trapped in a cycle of humiliation and desire, unsure of how to feel or what to do. Jen reveled in her power over him, and made it clear that she was in control.
The chapter ended with Jen spitting on Mark once again, saying "You're mine, and don't you forget it.". Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, mixed with shame. He was Jen's, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But one thing was for sure, he was hooked on the dynamic of their relationship.
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