[[M4F] Femdom - Envy

I'm looking for a partner who would play Liz or a similar character in the story below or something like it. I left room for you to make her anything from an actual brat bully to tragically misunderstood.

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Envy

Joined by school, but separated by class, John and Liz grew up in the same rural town in Arizona. Her wealthy family didn’t like the local private schools, so they sent her to public school and supplemented with tutors. John scraped by with a largely absent working family, and part-time jobs of his own. During Liz’s first year of college, John began working full-time as a landscaper and pool boy, and Liz’s father hired him.

Liz had the kind of hard body that comes from access to healthy food, good doctors, and trainers. John’s body was strong and solid, from work. The two ran in different social circles in school, but John still had a crush on Liz. Everyone did. She kept with the other wealthy, preppy jocks, the ones that bullied him. He projected that bullying onto her, though she mostly appeared aloof and unaware of his existence.

It was a Saturday and Liz’s family was out running errands while she relaxed and recovered after the fifth back-from-school party that summer. John was tasked with cleaning up the mess. Though she and John occasionally chatted as he cleaned up after each, he had not been invited to one. Seeing Liz and cleaning up after her flooded him with memories of bullying and unfair treatment.

He had started the morning listening to classic rock, straightening the chairs, and picking up abandoned drinks and litter. He had his swim trunks on so he could get into the water to gather items he couldn’t get with a net. Liz came out of the house in a bikini and towel, drink in hand. She pulled the one of the pool chairs he’d just straightened back out of line to set it by the pool, knocking two others ajar in the process. She changed the music to Lofi, and mindlessly kicked a stray beachball back into the pool as she strolled back to her chair to nap in the sun.

John felt trampled and ignored as little slights again piled up on him, week after week, and he had had enough of this spoiled brat. He rushed toward Liz, ready to throw her and the pool chair she was laying on into the water behind her. She’d taken opportunity, his friends, and his dignity from him; but she couldn’t take his strength. He wanted to rage fuck her, but wasn’t thinking clearly enough to know it.

Liz’s eyes popped open as she heard footsteps, heavy breathing, and felt a shadow cast over her chest. She could feel the rumble as her chair slid, and hear her glass crash to the ground beside her.

Liz shouted “Ahh! What the fuck!” as she saw John’s enraged face and tried to understand how and why he was attacking her.

John’s had a grip on the side of the chair, his body coiled, ready to unwind and launch Liz overboard. His waist was right beside her, and so she reflexively reached out and grabbed. She felt her hand full of soft material, but it felt strange, like more than just the fabric of John’s swim trunks. She began to slide off of her chair, but it didn’t rise with the power she had anticipated.

“Ooouuu!” John groaned above her, and that’s when Liz realized she had grabbed him by the balls. She gripped and held on tight as she slipped onto the narrow ledge between the chair and pool. John squealed and squirmed above her, his knees beginning to give way.Liz angrily got herself back on her feet, while never releasing her hold. “What the FUCK do you think you are doing?!” She pulsed her grip and John’s hands flew to his groin, useless for defense. “We give you more opportunity then you DESERVE, and THIS is how you treat me?!”

Her grip loosens some as she decides what to do next, and John eyes her hair. His hand shoots out and gains purchase. Liz simultaneously grips and pulls down. John collapses, his pull on her hair is anemic. “Let. Go.” she orders.

“Please please! My balls! Please!” John begs in a high, weak squeal. His hand falls from her hair and grasps at the air in futility. He eye’s Liz’s pussy, wanting to grab her by the balls and make her share in his misery, but she has no tender orbs to grab.“But I can’t trust you.” Liz coos with a smirk, realizing the level of control she now has. “You’re going to have to convince me I can trust you.”Helpless on the ground, panicked tears forming in his eyes, John looked fearfully back at Liz. Now, even his strength was gone. He was frustrated, and hot, and helpless, his brain low on oxygen from the spasms in his diaphragm. He had nothing on this woman holding control over him, and he knew it. He felt anger, and frustration, and more than anything… envy. And it made him hard.

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Kinks: Femdom and related. Anything that would build on John's envy. You can be mean or gentle/playful.

Limits: scat, blood, gore, incest, animals, monsters/fantasy