Whatever turns me on. - Page 2

slippery el

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Thanks shawna. And sure Kevin,

When I was a bit younger in my 20's I was part of a social group where there were several guys and girls in the group and we all hung out together. Well, as we all lived in a rather large city together, me and a friend from among our group named Hannah moved in together. Hannah was beautiful and looked quite a bit like the brunette in the last caption. In addition, I only stood about breast level on her so needless to say I was quite attracted to her.

My new living situation with Hannah started off as I expected it would. We were both friends and saw each other as equals. But it seemed like day by day it started to change. I would offer to cook dinner for her and me. I would offer to buy the groceries this week and that week. Whenever she would offer to do something, I would dismiss it saying that I wouldn't mind or just do it. I've learned that a woman eventually breaks down and takes advantage of a natural submissive.

When at first she would thank me numerous times for simple tasks like cleaning the kitchen after I made us food, she soon wouldn't even bother to thank me after cleaning our joint bathroom; it was just the way it was then. Worse than that, it was no longer things that we mutually had done. I wasn't cleaning up after just mine and our mess, now I was cleaning up after her and things I had no part in such as when she would make just herself lunch or cleaning her room after she just threw her dirty clothes on the floor.

It was a strange relationship since there was absolutely no romantic feelings coming from her. I was just a friend to her, but somehow beneath her. She was in charge of if I could go out and hang with the guys or just stay in to make takes for her and the girls. Everyone else in the group noticed how I was becoming very much like a servant to Hannah. What was funny was that no one asked me about it, they just talked to Hannah, after all, she was the one in charge of our friendship, basically. She just responded casually with "I know, I'm so lucky to have my little roomie, but I'm getting so lazy" as she laughed it off. She really was getting lazy. She would lounge on the couch in the main room all night while I would cook, do laundry, and just dote on her hand and foot.

Well, that was our set up for a while. One day she lets out quite a roar of a fart when she is lounging watching tv. I was expecting an "excuse me" or something along those lines. Instead she tells me "it's so great having you as my roommate. I've never even been this comfortable around my roommates even when I lived with girls. I don't have to wear a bra, and I don't have to hold anything in." I was a little uncomfortable with it at first, but I didn't really mind too much. What was strange was when one day when I let a measly little fart, half by accident, and I got practically scolded by her and really talked down to for being so gross in front of her.

From there life went on with her genuinely not caring how she looked in front of me. Then, one night when our group decided to go out on a weekend, she toke it to the next level. She walked over toward me as if she wanted to talk. Then she just turned her back toward me. I didn't realize what was happening until she just started walking away. She just looked back over her shoulder as she walked away blatantly laughing at me. She had come over to actually fart on me. Then she walked away laughing leaving me to take the blame, which I of course gladly did. Not that I had a choice, it wasn't like anyone would believe me if I blamed it on the beautiful woman.

That wasn't the last time she did it either. To her, it wasn't femdom. Just something funny that she knew she could get away with. But looking back on it, I've always thought our whole relationship was incredibly hot, although she's probably long forgotten about me.
josh hartnett

slippery el

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#34

Thanks. Well, the old saying is true... if you give someone an inch, they'll take a mile. Over time they just feel less and less guilty and it becomes the norm. Next thing you know, you're getting walked all over.

Also adding a new cap.

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josh hartnett

slippery el

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#36

Glad you liked it. I'll try to do others with a more maternal tones.And I wouldn't say I have a fart fetish; it's more a fetish to feeling as low and depleted as possible.