The Power of Faith - Chapter 1: Purseboy

Disclaimer - This series will contain a focus on multiple other fetishes, but ballbusting and femdom will be apart of every chapter. This chapter includes:

•Homewrecking

•Non-consent

•Findom

•Exhibitionism (it should be inferred all scenes involve no minors, regardless of how likely minors would be present if the scenes portrayed in this fantasy were imitated in real life. Suspend your disbelief)

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Chapter 1

***She had this air about Her. This incomparable quality which enabled Her to get absolutely anything She wanted - from anyone, anywhere, anywhen. Often without limits, and rarely with exception. Was it Her beauty? Her sexual allure? Her charm, strength, intellect, or will? Was it the fear She escorted into a room by way of Her reputation? She was captivating... and irresistible. Nearly every person She would ever encounter would end up yielding to Her desires, Her requests, Her demands. Her influence was magical - borderline deific. And She knew it.***

A man sits at an upscale bar, his soon-to-be fiancée on the stool adjacent. The contented couple away on vacation, engaged in a midday meal on a Wednesday afternoon idly chat away. They discuss the plans they have for the rest of their trip, interspersed with easy gossip of their coworkers back home, while the man re-plots in his mind the setting under which he’ll finally propose. They planned to visit the botanical gardens, complete with an apple orchard which was presently abloom with flowers. He could probably make some sort of speech analogizing the spring season with the blossoming of their relationship… maybe work in a play-on-words about how she’s the “apple of his eye” or something… Was that too cheesy? Oh! Maybe they could visit a cheese farm… or whatever they’re called. Do some pairings with wine or-

(BAM!)

The door slams open as She strides in, strutting across the room like She owns the place. She dons exceptionally short, white spandex running shorts and a half-zipped-up sports bra struggling to accommodate Her chest. Her hair was immaculate and Her makeup perfection, Herself otherwise audaciously under and inappropriately dressed.

“Ma’am! This is a formal venue!” the host was quick to inform. “I’ll have to ask you to-”

A glare so cold and predatory from the Vixen Patron is all that’s necessary to clam him up. The host stops mid-sentence and swivels his head in awe as She never slows stride.
Without any hesitation or ceremony, She walks directly up to the nearest couple at the bar - our modest and unsuspecting pair, hangs Her handbag on the man's chair, drapes Her arm around his neck, and sits in his lap. All in one fluid motion, turning to face him and cupping his cheek in Her hand, She greets him,

"Hey baby,"

as She shoves Her tongue down his throat.
He doesn't fight it, rightly stunned, and struggles to comprehend this whole new reality. She holds his head in Her hands, still making out and showing no intention of stopping. Her tongue probes his own - makes a home in his mouth. She sucks his into Hers and seemingly tries to swallow him, then reverses the act, mixing Her wetness with his as deeply and as intimately as possible. She slurps Her tongue out, bites his lip, sucks on it, and teasingly pulls Her head back. The second his lip pulls free, She slaps him abruptly in the face.

"Fucking pervert," She sneers at him as She, with a marked indifference and raised eyebrow, casually turns to look at his girlfriend.

"You need somethin'?" She asks, unbothered.

***Repercussions meant nothing to Her. She knew no consequence. The world was Hers to do with as She pleased, and oh how She loved to be pleased. Some would worship Her as a Goddess, but Her sadism would suggest a status far less exalted. She was a temptress - more seductive and irresistible than anyone could ever dream - more than anyone could ever nightmare. She was insatiable; She was cocky; She cared for no one but Herself. But more than all of that, She was simply evil.***

"What the fuck!? Wha- Vinny! Who the hell is this? Have you been cheating on me!? What the hell is going on??"

Vinny stumbles over his words, "Claire, I-I have no idea! I- I'v never met this woman before in my life!”

Vinny was actively squirming and trying to push The Woman off his lap, but Her arm around his neck held firm, and She defiantly pressed Her legs down harder against his own.

“She's just- just some stranger who - Jesus get off of me! – who… who busted in the door and started... fuckin'... making out with me like we're together or something! You just saw it!"

As Vinny fumbles through his defense, The Woman kisses him on the cheek, slides down off his lap, and turns to face his girlfriend.

"You really expect me to believe that?? You didn’t even fight it! Who in their right mind wou-mmmh!"

Claire was silenced by The Woman sticking Her tongue down her throat now as well, Her hand preventing Claire from pulling back. She made out with Claire just as long and as passionately as She had with Vinny. Her kiss was so sensual, so enveloping, that any recipient might believe themselves a lifelong lover of Hers, euphorically reconnected after a painful hiatus. Withdrawing from their embrace, The Vixen consoled the distraught woman,

"Shhh. It's okay sweetheart. He's mine now, okay? I just want another pay-slut to buy my lunch today - and - well I guess anything else I want for the foreseeable future. You understand, don't ya baby?"

The Woman affectionately held the back of Claire’s head as She said this, warmly stroking her hair and now kissing her gently. She continued,

"Don't worry, darlin..."

(Smooch)

"It'll only be for eternity..."

(Smooch)

"Then I'll give him right back..."

(Smooch)

"Okay, punkin?"

She pouted Her lips and stared imploringly into Claire's eyes, like a little girl asking daddy for a new toy.

"Uh. Oh. Yeah… uh. Okay," Claire let the words fall out.

The Woman's precious, innocent face immediately donned an evil and knowing smile, as She turned back to Vinny and climbed into his lap. Making eye contact with him, She put Her hand directly into his vest pocket and slowly pulled out his wallet, all the while holding their stare but still speaking to Claire,

"Why don't you go home now, honey. I'm gonna stay here and break your boyfriend."

"Umm... what? I... no. I can't just..." Claire began to protest.

The Woman fully hoisted Herself onto the barstool and spun around to fully face Vinny, resting Her knee directly on his crotch.

"Aahhh!" panicked Vinny.

The Woman turned Her head to Claire and spoke with impatience,

"You want kids, dollface? Then I suggest you fucking leave before I completely crush your boyfriend's nuts right here with my knee and sterilize him completely. It would be so easy. Trust me. I've done it plenty of times."

"Oh my God! Uh... yes ma'am! Yes, of course." Claire reasoned. "Um… hey babe? Can I get the keys?"

"Walk." The Woman ordered Claire as She re-established eye contact with Vinny.

"Y-Yes ma'am!" Claire chimed nervously as she started toward the door.

After She heard the door shut, The Woman removed Her knee from Vinny's crotch and took back the more casual position in his lap. She took to ignoring the panting man She was seated on and casually started rummaging through his wallet.

He tried to speak up, "Uh... Jesus Christ. Well hi. M-my name's Vin-"

She slapped him hard in the face again, "Did I tell you to fucking speak? As far as I'm concerned, you don't have a name. I'll call you whatever I feel like in the moment. And right now, I'll call you Purseboy. Because that's exactly what you are. From now on, you will pay for everything I may ever want whenever I want you to, no matter how expensive it may be, and you will carry every item for me that I may ever possibly need to use at any time. Got it? Good."

She pulled out a few hundred dollars in cash and neatly nestled the bills within Her perfectly firm cleavage. Then She removed a photograph of whomever that girl was who was just with them. Casey? Kara? Carrey? She couldn’t recall.

"Dumb bitch," She scoffed at the picture in Her hand.

She looked over and stuffed the photo into Purseboy's mouth,

"Eat it."

"Mmph! Fmwha? I ghan eatfiss. Iffs a- MMPH!!"

The Woman reached down into his pants and grabbed a hold of his balls. She squeezed them tightly while She stared in his eyes. She spoke sternly, and through clenched teeth,

"Again, I didn't tell you to speak. You will only speak when I give you permission to. Now chew."

She didn't let go. She simply kneaded and squeezed his nuts with the rhythm of his chewing. Every bite She would squeeze a little, then release. Squeeze, then release.
The bartender, having noticed the preceding commotion, came over to the two of them with an obvious look of nervousness, but a clear desire to earn favor with The Woman.

"Is there anything I can get you, Ma'am?"

She leaned up to the bartender so She could get nice and close to his face when She spoke, pulling up Purseboy's balls to the bar top in the process, to which he stifled a squeal.

"I'm not sure what I want, so how's about you just get me one of everything on the menu so I can pick what looks good when it’s out here. Actually, make it two of everything. Just in case I especially like something in particular."

She punctuated Her request with a peck on the bartender's lips, then turned to wink at Purseboy before slowly and seductively taking Her seat back in his lap. She of course never let go of his balls. The bartender said nothing and rushed to the computer to put in Her order as quickly as he could when She called back out to him,

"Oh and sweetie, how about you go into the kitchen and help them out with all of that when you're done, because I'm sure they’ll need the help."

"Oh. Well servers don't generally just go into the kitchen and-"

"And also because I said so," She interrupted.

"Y- yes, Ma'am," said the bartender as he scurried off to undoubtedly be yelled at by the kitchen staff.

Purseboy had finally finished chewing the picture of his now ex-girlfriend and swallowed. The Woman kindly released his balls and left his lap, letting him slump over and grab the bar top. He clutched his package with his other hand and held a painful grimace on his face, eyes closed, and teeth gritted. His head hung low as he tried to get his breath back for several minutes. Nausea overtook him. And as one has with any experience in drinking too much, his awareness grew muffled as all his faculties became inundated with the focus required to not throw up. He felt he was going to cry, and it took a concerted effort to hold back his tears.

"Permission to speak?" Purseboy half-squeaked, after an eternity of coping with the pain.

He looked up to find Her lying on top of the bar, making out with and grinding up on some other woman! He was in so much pain, he somehow hadn't even noticed. But then, hadn't the other patrons? Or staff? How could This Woman get away with such a candid act right here in the middle of public? And on top of the fucking counter, no less!
Glasses and utensils had been knocked around behind the counter as the two groped and squirmed around on each other, up until She had heard Purseboy speak. She looked over at him with annoyance. Shoving the other girl off Her and onto the floor, She spun around as She sat up and placed Her sneaker on his still-throbbing manhood.

"I thought I already fucking told you twice about speaking without permission."

"Agh!" he griped with pain. "But that's what I was just asking you for!"

"Are you talking back to me right now!?" She pressed into him harder.

"Aaggh! I'm sorry! But how am I supposed to ask for permission if I can't even open my mouth to do it??"

She stood up on the countertop, then took a step down, slowly, betwixt his legs. One foot pressed down on his nuts; the other stayed on the bar behind Her. She towered over top of him in this half-step pose, Her knee in his chest and half Her body weight smashing his jewels into the stool.

"You fucking don't," She scolded him. "You will say nothing to me until I make it explicitly obvious I want you to speak. If you need something, you'll just have to stare at me longingly and silently, hoping I'll care enough to actually grant you my attention - and then care even more to hear what you have to say."

Purseboy couldn't say anything if he wanted to. He sat there writhing and squirming, clawing at Her leg trying to free his precious balls. He felt he was about to pass out. Meanwhile, The Woman just stood there looking down at him, occasionally twisting Her foot back and forth or leaning into Her step a little bit. She was like a sadistic little kid casually watching an ant burn under a magnifying glass for Her own amusement. She took Her time with him. She made it last. Minutes went by as She delighted in the slippery, gritty vibrations She was eliciting beneath her shoe.

"Hey lemme see your phone," She ordered suddenly, absent-mindedly.

An exodus was born from the kitchen doors as servers manifested with mountains of food. Tray after tray and plate after plate, they tried to place the dishes all around and along the bar, but there was limited space. They placed them around Her foot, still poised on the bar top, and ignored everything She was doing.

She stared down at Her speechless, writhing victim as She spoke to the staff behind Her,

"Just dump everyone else's plates on the floor if there's not enough room. And if there is, dump them on the ground anyway. I've decided they're done eating."

The staff exchanged quizzical glances amongst themselves, gauging each other's willingness to obey such an absurd request.
The Woman turned Her gaze to the workers, from over Her shoulder, staring at them confidently, daring them with Her eyes to defy Her, and slowly mouthed the word,

"Now."

As if instantly possessed, rescued from their foolish apprehension, the dutiful servants fervently scrambled to meet Her demand.
She returned Her focus forward, and down to Her new toy.

"Your phone," She repeated, palm outstretched, the crashing of plates ringing behind Her.

Purseboy gave Her his phone and She immediately whipped it across the room. It shattered against the wall as She stepped down fully onto his nuts and trapped one under each foot. She balanced on Her toes, pressing Her full weight down onto the barstool with only a single pair of testicles between it and Her feet.

He cried out in agony, "AAahhghaAHAgh!!!"

"I'm curious," She mused, "what was it you were so dumbly asking me permission to say?"

"AAaagghh!! Aaghg! God! Oh God! Please! I just- OW! Wanted... your name! Fuck! Please! Aggaahahah!"

"Aw poor baby," She giggled. "Well you see, there's something more important you need to understand first. And that is I am your Goddess. Every single whim I may have and every fleeting thought I form should be a desire you yearn to fulfill with more passion and vigor than anything you've strived for in your entire life. You will worship the ground I walk as I treat you like shit. A plaything. You're my property for eternity and everything I say goes - no matter what it is."

For emphasis, She landed a little hop on his balls with every "*DO*",

"If I feel like sterilizing you by crushing your balls into a paste, I'll *DO* it. If I feel like spending every cent you own and then some, I'll *DO* it. If I want to ruin your relationships for no good reason, I'll *DO* it. If I tell you to quit your job, sell your house, disown your children, and jack off in open display in the middle of your own mother's fucking funeral, you'll *DO* it. And you will eagerly beg me for more. I am all that you live for now. You'll eat, drink, sleep, and even breathe only when I tell you to. You will worship me. I am your God. I'm your entire religion. I am now, and always will be, the only thing you ever believe in. I'm Faith."

She placed Her hand out for him to kiss in greeting, still mashing his stones into the seat of the stool. He was shaking and jerking, but succeeded in gingerly taking Her hand in his and placing his lips gently upon Her fingers. She giggled sweetly and booped his nose with Her index finger, then placed Her hands upon Her hips.

"However, that's '*my* Faith', to you, mister," She warned with a grin.

"Mister" promptly passed out.

Faith stood atop Her property for another minute or so, just sort of shifting Her weight between Her left and right foot. Maybe jumping up and down a little on his nutsack. Just for fun. She then hopped off the seat and took a look around the bar when She spotted a really cute looking dad sitting at a booth with his family. They made eye contact, and he smiled nervously. Clearly they had been watching like everyone else. She turned to the bartender and gave him Purseboy's credit card.

"Here ya go. I'm all set," She stated.

The bartender puzzled, "But... you didn't even eat a single bite of anything."

"I know. I wasn't ever hungry in the first place," She winked at him.

Faith went to stand back up on the bar top, using Purseboy's nuts as a stepping stool, and called out to the rest of the restaurant,

"Alright, everyone see that guy sitting in the booth over there with his adorable little family? I'm going to fuck him now on that table. So if you're too much of a pussy to watch two strangers have a little sex in front of you for a few hours, I suggest you get the fuck out!"

As everyone scrambled to leave, She looked down at the bartender as he started to plead with her,

"Ma'am. Please! This is all too much! It’s the middle of the day, and we expect so many more people to come through here for lunch. I know you've gotten away with a lot already, but you can't just shout that kind of stuff out like that, let alone actually do it! This is illegal!"

She bent down to grab hold of the man's necktie and stood back up, letting him dangle by his neck as She hauled him skyward with a characteristically impossible strength.

"Well then make sure you leave the doors unlocked. I love the thrill of knowing I could be caught by the law, or permanently scar some innocent, young, college kid the second they enter."

She dared the bartender to test her, then pulled the reddening man closer so She could whisper sensually into his ear while he choked,

"And I hope they stand there to watch the entire... fucking... thing..."

Faith licked his ear then dropped him and let him scramble back up to his feet. He didn't know if She was being serious or was just trying to scare him, but he certainly didn't want anything else to do with Her. So he too scurried out the front door without saying another word.

She spoke to Her unconscious friend on the stool,

"Hope you wake up soon to see this, my little wallet. I imagine it'd be quite the little spectacle to wake up to."

She then took Her top off as She sauntered over to the man now sitting alone in the booth. And before the last few people were even out of the restaurant, She was already taking his pants off.