Monica Meets Her High School Bully and Makes Him Her Tiny Dicked Ass Slave.

This story contains: bullying, bdsm, cbt, baseball bats, chastity, and findom.


TLDR: Monica, a victim of Brad's bullying in the past, runs into him again and decides to exact revenge by playing along with his advances, only to dominate and humiliate him in bed. Despite his pleading, Monica takes pleasure in making Brad pay for every cruel word he ever said to her, using various BDSM techniques to do so.


Monica had always been a quiet, reserved girl, preferring to blend into the background rather than draw attention to herself. Unfortunately, Brad had other plans. From the moment they met in high school, Brad made it his mission to torment Monica at every opportunity. He would mock her clothes, her hair, and even her voice, calling her names like "ugly" and "stupid" in front of their classmates.


Despite Monica's attempts to ignore Brad's taunts, his words cut deep and left her feeling isolated and alone. Over time, she began to dread going to school, knowing that Brad would be waiting to make her feel small and insignificant.


As much as she tried to hide from Brad, Monica couldn't escape his cruelty. Even outside of school, he would find ways to belittle her and make her feel inferior. It seemed like there was no end to his bullying, and Monica began to wonder if she would ever be free from his grasp.


Despite Brad's hurtful behavior, Monica couldn't help but find him physically attractive. His muscular physique, chiseled jaw, and dark hair caught her eye, and she often found herself stealing glances in his direction. But at the same time, Monica hated herself for feeling any sort of attraction towards him. She knew that he was cruel and abusive, and she didn't want to be drawn in by his looks.


As Monica struggled with her conflicting emotions, she found herself caught in a difficult position. On the one hand, she wanted to distance herself from Brad and avoid him at all costs. But on the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to him than just his cruelty.


As Monica grew older, she began to blossom into a stunning young woman. She was tall and lean, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Her skin was creamy and flawless, with just a hint of natural blush on her cheeks. She had striking features, with sharp cheekbones and a perfectly straight nose. Her lips were full and pouty, with a natural pink hue that seemed to beg for attention.


Her eyes were perhaps her most captivating feature - they were a deep, almost hypnotic shade of green that seemed to change with her mood. When she was happy, they sparkled with joy and mischief. When she was angry, they darkened with intensity, turning almost black.


Monica had long, flowing hair that was the color of honey. It fell in loose waves around her face, framing her features perfectly. She often wore it pulled back in a messy bun or a sleek ponytail, accentuating her long neck and graceful posture.


Despite her stunning looks, Monica did not dress in a flashy or attention-grabbing way. She preferred simple, elegant clothing that accentuated her natural beauty rather than detracting from it. She often wore fitted blouses and pencil skirts that hugged her curves in all the right places, or a well-tailored suit that made her look powerful and confident.


Monica's experiences with Brad had left deep scars that went beyond mere physical appearance. She had learned to be wary of men, and to keep her guard up around those who showed even the slightest hint of aggression or disrespect. Though she had moved on from her traumatic experiences, the memories of Brad's cruel words and actions still lingered in the back of her mind. They had shaped her into the strong and confident woman she was today, but at the same time, they had also left her with a lingering sense of fear and mistrust.


Even as Monica began to receive more attention from others, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was still the same insecure girl that Brad had tormented all those years ago. The memories of his cruel words and actions continued to haunt her, and she wondered if she would ever be able to fully move on from the trauma he had caused.


As fate would have it, Monica ran into Brad one day while she was out running errands. To her surprise, Brad seemed to have no recollection of who she was, and he greeted her with a friendly smile. Monica couldn't believe her luck - after all these years of being bullied by Brad, she finally had the upper hand.


Feeling mischievous, Monica decided to have some fun with Brad. She flirted shamelessly with him, pretending to be interested in him and asking him out on a date. Brad was clearly taken aback by Monica's sudden interest in him, but he went along with it, eager to spend time with such a beautiful woman. Monica couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Brad squirm under her playful teasing. She knew that she had the power to make him feel just as small and insignificant as he had made her feel all those years ago.


Monica took Brad back to her apartment, still reveling in the feeling of being in control. She continued to tease him relentlessly, flaunting her beauty and playing up his attraction to her. Brad was clearly intrigued by Monica's advances, but he also seemed hesitant and unsure. Monica sensed his hesitation and decided to take things to the next level.


She began to come on to Brad even more heavily, taunting him with her attractiveness and daring him to give in to his desires. Eventually, Brad agreed to let Monica tie him to her bed for some fun, though he still seemed uneasy about the situation. Monica couldn't help but feel a sense of power as she bound Brad's hands to the headboard, watching as he squirmed beneath her.


With Brad restrained before her, Monica looked down at him with a cold, hard gaze. "You may not remember me, Brad," she said, "but I remember you. I remember every cruel word you said to me, every insult you hurled my way. And now, you're going to pay for it."


Monica leaned in close to Brad's ear, her voice dripping with venom. "You made me feel small and insignificant," she whispered. "You made me hate myself for being who I am. But now, I'm the one in control. You're at my mercy, Brad, and I'm going to make you pay for every single thing you did to me."


As Brad looked up at her, fear and regret in his eyes, Monica smiled cruelly. "You thought you could get away with treating me that way," she said. "But now, you're going to learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end. You're going to learn what it feels like to be helpless, to be at someone else's mercy. And you're going to learn it the hard way."


As Brad begged for mercy, Monica only grew more determined to make him pay. She refused to let him go, relishing in the power she held over him. Brad's pleas fell on deaf ears as Monica took off her underwear and shoved it into his mouth, effectively silencing him.


"You're not going anywhere, Brad," Monica said, a dark glint in her eye. "You're going to stay right here and take whatever I dish out. You're going to suffer for every single thing you did to me."


Brad struggled against his restraints, his eyes wild with fear and desperation. But Monica only laughed, enjoying the feeling of control she had over him. "You thought you could get away with treating me like garbage," she said. "But now, you're going to see what it feels like to be at someone else's mercy. And believe me, Brad, I'm not going to be kind."


As Brad lay restrained before her, Monica began to explore his body with her fingers. She traced circles along his chest and abs, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips. Brad shuddered beneath her touch, his breathing growing shallow and uneven.


Monica smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of power she held over him. She continued to explore his body, her fingers dancing over his skin. She knew that Brad had once been the one in control, but now the tables had turned, and he was completely at her mercy.


As she continued to touch him, Monica felt a sense of satisfaction building within her. She knew that she had the power to make Brad feel pleasure or pain, to push him to the brink of ecstasy or the depths of despair. And she was going to use that power to make him pay for every cruel word, every insult he had ever hurled her way.


With a wicked smile, Monica leaned down to whisper in Brad's ear. "You may have thought you were the one in control before," she said. "But now, it's my turn. And believe me, Brad, you're going to feel things you never even imagined." As she spoke, Monica traced a finger down Brad's torso, savoring the feeling of his skin against hers.


As Brad lay restrained and terrified, Monica left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and fears. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he knew that it couldn't be good. When Monica returned a moment later with a thick black 18 inch dildo attached to a strap-on, Brad's worst fears were confirmed.


Monica lifted Brad's legs, and he felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. He didn't want this, didn't want to be penetrated in such a humiliating and painful way. But Monica didn't care. With a cruel smile, she slammed the whole thing deep into his ass, ignoring his muffled cries of pain.


Brad's world exploded in agony as Monica began to thrust the dildo in and out of him. He felt violated and helpless, unable to escape the intense sensations that wracked his body. But Monica only grew more determined, enjoying the feeling of power she held over him.


Monica continued to fuck Brad's ass hard with the strap-on, her hips slamming into his with brutal force. She grabbed his balls, pulling him down onto her, causing him to cry out in pain. Despite his pleas for her to stop, Monica kept going, enjoying the feeling of power and control she held over him.


As she pounded him relentlessly, Brad felt no pleasure, only pain and humiliation. But the strap-on slamming into his prostate forced his cum to shoot out of his cock, splattering all over his chest and abs in a humiliating display.


Monica didn't stop, even as Brad begged and pleaded for her to let him go. Instead, she mocked him, relishing in his pain and humiliation. "Oh, does that hurt?" she sneered. "Good. You deserve it after the way you treated me."


Despite Brad's desperate pleas for her to stop, Monica only grew more determined, slamming into him with increasing force. He begged and pleaded through his gag, but it only made her fuck him harder. As she continued to pound him mercilessly, Brad felt a huge, painful load of cum explode out of his cock, splattering all over his face.


Monica laughed cruelly, enjoying the feeling of power she held over him. She grabbed Brad's flaccid cock, pointing it at his face as she continued to fuck him hard. Brad felt another, even more painful blast of cum explode out of him, coating his face in a thick, humiliating layer of his own cum.


As Brad lay there, humiliated and defeated, Monica stepped back, removing the strap-on. But he knew that she wasn't finished with him yet. With a cruel smile, she grabbed the dildo and slammed it back into his ass with her hand.


As Brad lay there, completely at Monica's mercy, she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You always thought you had such big balls," she sneered. "Well, now I'm going to destroy them."


With a cruel smile, Monica grabbed a rope and tied it tightly around Brad's balls. She threw the other end of the rope into the ceiling fan, watching as the blades twisted it around and around, pulling his balls high into the air and stretching them painfully from his body. Brad cried out in agony, feeling like he was being suspended by his balls alone.


Monica couldn't resist a sadistic smile as she looked at Brad's balls, which were now stretched painfully from his body. "They look like a punching bag," she mused to herself.


Without warning, Monica threw a right hook, slamming into Brad's balls with brutal force. Brad cried out in agony, feeling like his entire body was on fire. He was completely immobilized, unable to move or even catch his breath as Monica continued to punch his balls again and again.


As Monica punched Brad's balls with increasing force, she felt a sense of excitement building within her. She loved the feeling of power and control she held over him, knowing that she could make him suffer in any way she pleased. With every punch, she felt a sense of pleasure coursing through her body, knowing that she was exploring the depths of his pain and pleasure.


Brad could do nothing but lie there, completely at Monica's mercy. He felt like his balls were on the verge of exploding, like every punch was pushing him closer to the brink of his endurance. But Monica only grew more determined, punching him with brutal force until he was completely broken and defeated.


As Brad lay there, broken and defeated, Monica reached under her bed and grabbed her self-defense bat. She held it up, the metal reflecting his terrified expression. Brad knew that he was completely at her mercy, and the sight of the bat only made him more afraid.


With a cruel smile, Monica pulled the underwear out of Brad's mouth and leaned down to face him. "Apologize," she hissed. "Apologize for everything you ever did to me."


Brad knew that he had no choice but to comply. Through tears and sobs, he begged for forgiveness, telling Monica how sorry he was for everything he had done to her. Monica only looked at him with cold, merciless eyes, holding the bat in her hand.


As Brad lay there, having begged for forgiveness, Monica moved to the foot of the bed, her expression still cold and merciless. "Not forgiven," she spat, before swinging the bat hard and fast, smashing it directly into Brad's nuts with all her might.


Brad cried out in agony, feeling like his entire body was on fire. The pain was unbearable, wracking his body with waves of intense sensations that seemed to go on forever. His balls felt like they were on the verge of bursting, like they were being smashed into oblivion by Monica's relentless assault.


But Monica was not finished yet. With a cruel smile on her face, she swung the bat again and again, bashing into Brad's testicles with increasing force. She took pleasure in the way his balls mashed and deformed under the force of her blows, knowing that she was pushing him to his limits.


As Monica continued to swing the bat, she felt a sense of pleasure coursing through her body. She loved the feeling of power and control she held over Brad, knowing that she could make him suffer in any way she pleased. And with every blow, she felt a sense of satisfaction building within her, knowing that she was exploring the depths of his pain and pleasure.


Brad could do nothing but lie there, completely at Monica's mercy. He felt like he was being torn apart, like every blow was almost enough to make his testicles burst. But Monica only grew more determined, swinging the bat again and again until Brad was completely broken and defeated.


As Brad lay there, broken and defeated, Monica reached into her bag and pulled out a steel chastity cage. The inside was lined with sharp spikes that would prevent him from getting an erection without causing immense pain. She locked Brad's cock inside the cage and took the key, putting it on a thin chain and hanging it around her neck.


Monica then took a padlock and clamped it around Brad's balls, adding the key to her necklace as well. Brad knew that he was completely at Monica's mercy, and the thought of being locked in the chastity cage with the sharp spikes lining the inside made him shudder.


Monica's sadistic pleasure knew no bounds as she wrote in sharpie across Brad's broad chest, "Monica's tiny dicked, ass slave." She took several pictures with her phone, capturing Brad's cock caged, his balls locked, his ass filled with a huge dildo, and his face coated in his own cum. Brad could only lay there and watch, completely humiliated and broken.


As Monica finished taking pictures, she looked down at Brad with a cruel smile on her face. "You will come here, every Thursday at 6pm," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will decide then if you get fucked in the ass or your balls beaten with the bat." She slammed the bat into his balls again, the spikes in his cage stabbing into his cock.


"If you don't show up or go to the cops, I'll flush the keys and spread your pictures all over the school Facebook," Monica warned Brad. He regretfully agreed, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to her every demand.


Monica continued to taunt Brad, hitting his balls again and again with the bat before finally releasing him and throwing him out of the house naked. As Brad stumbled down the street, still in shock from what had just happened, he knew that his life would never be the same again.


The days turned into weeks, and Brad found himself dreading Thursdays more and more. Every week, he would show up at Monica's house, not knowing what kind of torture she had in store for him. Sometimes she would fuck him in the ass with a strap-on, other times she would beat his balls with the bat until he was barely conscious.


Brad felt completely powerless and at Monica's mercy, knowing that he was nothing more than her tiny-dicked, ass slave. But he also knew that he couldn't live with the shame and humiliation of having his pictures spread all over the school Facebook, and so he continued to submit to Monica's every demand.


As the weeks turned into months, Brad began to realize that he had developed a strange sort of obsession with Monica. Despite the pain and humiliation she inflicted upon him, he found himself craving her attention and her sadistic pleasure. He longed to be her slave, to submit to her every demand, no matter how cruel or painful.


And so Brad continued to show up at Monica's house every Thursday, not knowing what kind of torture she had in store for him. But he also knew that he couldn't live without her, that the pain and humiliation she inflicted upon him was the only thing that made him feel truly alive. And so he submitted, willingly and eagerly, to Monica's every demand, knowing that he was hers completely and utterly.


Brad's obsession with Monica only grew stronger over time, and he found himself willing to do anything to please her. He begged to pay for her clothing, her food, and even bought her a new car, hoping to win her favor and earn a place at her side.


But Monica remained cold and distant, never giving him more than the bat or the strap. She enjoyed the power and control she had over Brad, relishing in his pain and humiliation. She knew that he was completely under her spell, and she had no intention of letting him go.



Despite the fact that Monica showed him no affection or kindness, Brad continued to give her hundreds of dollars every week, hoping that it would make her happy and earn him her favor.


He worked long hours at a part-time job to earn the money to give her, sacrificing his own needs and wants for the sake of her pleasure. He bought her expensive gifts and took her out to fancy restaurants, hoping that it would somehow be enough to win her affection.


But Monica remained cold and distant, taking his money and gifts without any gratitude or appreciation. She saw Brad as nothing more than a source of entertainment, a plaything to be used and discarded at will.


And yet, Brad continued to give her everything he had, hoping that one day she would see him as more than just her ass slave. He longed for her touch, for even the slightest bit of affection or kindness from her.