Sixteen year old Barbie Harden was sitting in her bedroom fuming. Her eighteen year old boyfriend has really been pissing her off lately. Like last night. She and Brad had plans to go see a movie. She told Brad for over a month when the movie came to town she wanted to see it. And he agreed to take her. When the movie began playing in the theatre last weekend, she was thrilled to death it was finally here. But during the week, either she or Brad had other obligations to fulfill and they weren't able to go. Friday night was the last night the movie would be in town. They made plans to go so Barbie wouldn't miss it. She was so excited. She couldn't wait for Brad to show up.

But he didn't. Three hours later he called to apologise. He and a friend had driven sixty miles to a neighboring town to see a car show. On their way back they had car trouble and had to be towed in. He said he tried to call her on his cell and tell her to go alone but he couldn't get a signal. So Barbie missed the movie. Now she would have to wait and catch it on cable. The thing that really pissed her off, was the fact that Brad didn't seem to care. To him it was just another movie. She wasn't going to die because she didn't get to see it. So why was she acting like it was such a big deal. But to Barbie it was. And she was just about fed up with Brad's bull shit.

It certainly wasn't the first time Brad disappointed her. In the two years they had been dating this sort of thing was becoming common place. Brad was always showing up late for their dates. And what he wanted to do took top priority over her wishes. He very seldom took her to a nice Restaurant. He preferred the hang out where all the young kids went. They hardly ever went to a movie or a concert. A baseball game was much more important to Brad. And he NEVER took her dancing. His idea of a good time was driving up to knob hill where everyone went to make out. For two years she put up with it because she didn't believe she had a choice. That was about to change.

Because her friend Donna was teaching her how to fight. After she and her friends Rita and Jamie watched Donna beat her boyfriend to a pulp, they decided to take matters in their own hands. All three had boyfriends that needed straightening out. For the last few months, Donna had been teaching them how to take care of themselves. When Barbie felt confident she was ready, Brad was in for one hell of a surprise. His macho attitude was going to change or Barbie was going to give him an attitude adjustment. When she had him so afraid of her he wouldn't dare disobey, Barbie was going to lay down the rules he would have to live by. If Brad wanted to remain healthy he would do what she said or else. Barbie was biding her time, waiting for that wonderful day to arrive. And it was coming.

Barbie let her problems with Brad slip from her mind. She got up to get dressed so she would be ready when Brad showed up. As usual they were going to the hang out for a while before going to knob hill. She stood in front of the mirror to practice her happy face. Brad must think everything was perfect between them. So she had to act like she was contented with the way things were. She didn't want Brad to suspect she had a problem with his behavior until she was ready to spring her trap. Then that boy was going to get a bad beat down. By the time she was through with him he would know who was the boss in their relationship. Brad would become a puppet and she would be the puppeteer that controlled his strings.

For the next week things sailed along as usual. Brad was late for their date twice and flatly refused to take her anywhere she wanted to go. When she mentioned she saw a gold chain out at the Mall she would love to have he suggested she save her money. He wasn't about to spend his on some frivolous piece of jewelry he didn't think she needed. Barbie smiled and held her temper in check. The day was coming when he would pay for his heartless decisions. Soon, everything she desired would be hers for the asking. Fear of another painful beating would motivate him into complying with her demands. Once she had him under her ruling thumb she planned on keeping him there. Meanwhile, she allowed Brad to have his way without saying a word.

That Saturday the girls all met at Donna's house. They practiced their fighting techniques and griped like they always did about their boyfriends uncaring attitudes. When the session was over Donna pulled her aside. "I think you're ready Barbie. Jamie and Rita still need a little work, but you picked it up very quickly. You're really good at keeping your weight balanced in the center of gravity when you throw your opponent. And your leverage is excellent when applying your wrestling holds. Your defence is more then adequate and you deliver your punches with extreme conviction. I'd say you passed with flying colors." Donna told her friend. "GREAT!" Barbie screamed. "I've been praying for this day to come. Thanks for everything Donna. You don't know how much this means to me." She happily replied. "Oh I think I do girl. Give it to him good." She answered. "That's just what I plan to do." Barbie said with an evil grin.

Everything was working out perfectly. After church on Sunday morning her parents always went to visit some friends of theirs. Several couples gathered there to play Bridge and have a large cook out. They were always late getting home so tomorrow Brad was going to begin his new life as a submissive partner in their relationship. Because Barbie was taking over. Brad was going to learn and obey her rules or she would continuously beat him like a dog until he did. Barbie hurried home to call Brad and invite him over for his initiation into slavery. She knew exactly how to get him there too. Brad was never late when she wanted to have sex. He would show up bright and early expecting to have a good time. Boy was he going to be surprised.

As she suspected, Brad happily agreed. He would be there at nine o'clock in the morning ready for action. Well he was going to get action alright, but not the kind he was expecting. Barbie said to herself as she grinned. The rest of the day, Barbie made her plans for Brad's demise. She made out a list of rules that Brad was going to abide by once he was under her control. When she was satisfied with her plan, she set her alarm and went to bed. She wanted to be up early to put things in motion. First she would take a nice long bath so she would smell fresh and clean. Then she would brush her shoulder length blond hair until it shined. And then the final touch. She would put on the sexy see through black lingerie with the matching frilly bra and panties. The perfect outfit to lure Brad into her trap. And to remind him a female was kicking his ass.

By eight forty five Barbie was standing in front of the mirror checking for any detail she might have missed. The sexy black lingerie fit perfectly over her 5 foot 5 inch 113 pound finely curved body. Her unblemished skin was nearly visible under the see through mesh material. And her slightly tanned smooth legs, perky 36 inch breasts and perfectly shaped, firm butt would entice any man into her arms. A dab of perfume in just the right places as a final touch and she was ready for her conquest. As she waited for her victim, her kissable lips spread into a wide grin and her beautiful brown eyes were sparkling. Today she was going to show Brad exactly which sex was the dominate one in their relationship. He was going to be devastated when he found out it wasn't male. That was his problem.

Barbie began to tingle with excitement when the doorbell rang. The day she had been waiting for was finally here. She leaned out the window with a sweet smile and told Brad to come on up. When he saw what she was wearing he nearly tore the door off of it's hinges when he shoved it open. He was in such a hurry he climbed the stairs three steps at a time and burst through her bedroom door. "MY GOD BABE YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!" He said as his eyes roamed over her gorgeous body. "Why thank you Brad. I did try my best to look presentable for this special occasion." She answered with a lovely smile. "Trust me babe you achieved your goal. I can't wait to ravish you." He said as he started for her. Like a rat to a fresh chunk of cheese. She said to herself. And the trap is about to snap shut on his ass.

Brad grabbed her like she was his possession. Barbie wet her pouted lips with the tip of her tongue and gave him a seductive kiss. He had an enormous hard on in mere seconds. "It looks like your soldier is already standing at attention big boy." She said with a smile. "Can you blame him." Brad answered. "You really look hot in that flimsy lingerie babe. I can't wait to get it off of you and feel your skin against mine." Brad started to peel off his T shirt. Barbie placed her hands against his chest and stopped him. "Lets not rush things Brad we have all day. Besides, I have a little surprise for you." She said as she winked at him. Brad stood in front of her panting. He wanted to fuck her in the worse way. But he decided to wait and see what the surprise might be.

"WOW!" "Another surprise. Should I close my eyes?" He asked. "That won't be necessary Brad. I'll do that for you." She replied with anticipation. "HUH?" He blurted out. "I said I'll close you're eyes for you Brad. A little at a time." She repeated. "Uhhh, I don't underst.." "SMACK!" That's as far as he got with his question. At that moment his left eye was filled with excruciating pain. "DAMN BARBIE WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" He asked as he grabbed his sore eye. "It's time we made some changes in our one sided relationship Brad. I've put up with your selfish attitude long enough. I'm laying down the law today. And you'll follow those laws or I'll lay you out. Is that clear enough for you?" She asked.

"What the fuck are you talking about Barbie? You're not making any sense." The confused young man asked. "I'm talking about you always being late for our dates. And how we have to go where you want to go and do what you want to do. While I never have a say in the matter. I'm talking about how you never buy me anything I want. How you only think about yourself and never consider my feelings at all. I'm taking over the reigns in this relationship Brad. You can comply with my wishes or I'll beat you senseless and force you to. One way or another, I'll be in control of our lives when you leave here today. You can agree with my demands and leave in one piece, or I'm going to give you the beating you've had coming for a long time and break you." It's your choice. She said confidently.

"Have you lost your fucking mind? I'm more then twice your size and I'm a man. Where in the hell did you get the idea you could whip my ass? Now stop this fucking nonsense before you get hurt." Brad threatened. "You talk to much asshole. Let's put something in that big mouth of yours and shut you up." "SMACK!" Her solid right split both of his lips. " OWWWWWWWWWW!" "GOD DAMN IT BARBIE THAT'S ENOUGH! IF YOU SWING AT ME ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU! NOW KNOCK IT OFF!" He sternly told her. "I told you to keep your big mouth shut wimp. You better start listening and pay attention. "SMACK!" Her left jab made his nose bright red. "THAT'S IT! I WARNED YOU GOD DAMN IT!" He screamed as he put up his large fists.

Barbie smiled and raised her own fists in the air. Brad was totally confused about what was going on. He really didn't want to hurt Barbie. But he wasn't about to stand there and let her knock him around without defending himself. Although when Brad raised his large fists to do battle with Barbie he felt absolutely ridiculous. His 6 foot 1 inch 219 pound muscular frame standing over her 5 foot 5 inch 113 pound feminine body looked like the mismatch of the century. He didn't have to pound on her to put an end to her foolish shit. Just pin her soft body to the floor and find out why she was acting so fucking crazy. He thought to himself. Brad reached out to grab her and put his plan into action. All of a sudden his world was turned upside down.

Barbie quickly grabbed his right wrist in her left hand and threw her right arm under his to clutch his left shoulder. Then she turned her shapely hip into him and flipped the surprised young man to the floor. "SLAM!..BAM!" Brad landed hard and the back of his head bounced on the carpet. He lie there stunned while he watched canaries and bluebirds flying in a circle over his head. Barbie didn't waste any time. She was still in control of his arm, so she placed her right foot across his throat and viciously twisted it as far as it would go. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brad's senses quickly returned to him so he could scream in pain. Barbie stood over him laughing and taunting.

"Ohhhh did I hurt you boy? I should be ashamed of myself for picking on a little wimp like you." Brad ignored the pain and swung his legs up to kick her off of him. Barbie saw it coming and dropped his arm as she scurried back. "You kick like a girl Brad. What comes next? Biting, scratching and hair pulling." She asked as he climbed to his feet. "Fuck you bitch. I don't know what the hell is your problem but it ends right now. You should have known better then to mess with me. I guess you're not as smart as I thought you were. But don't worry. You'll be a whole lot smarter when I get through kicking your fucking ass." He boasted. "I believe I would hold off on the threats sissy boy. Because so far you haven't shown me a thing." Barbie replied with a smile.

Brad fired a hard right cross at her lovely face. Barbie ducked under it and landed a left hook to his ribs. "THUD!" Brad let fly with a sweeping roundhouse left with the intention of separating her head from her creamy shoulders. Barbie easily ducked under that one as well and blasted his ribs with a solid right. "THUD!" When he slightly bent over from the pain, his unprotected face was met by a left and right combination. "SMACK!..SMACK!" The left mashed his nose to his face and the right nearly broke his jaw. "You're mine pansy ass. I'm going to beat you like a rug. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me." Barbie told him confidently.

Brad was really getting pissed. Her punches hurt like hell and he hadn't landed a single blow. The fact that she was beating him in a fist fight was inconceivable. He was more then twice her size and a fucking male. This just can't be happening. He thought to himself. Put a stop to it before it gets out of hand. Brad charged at Barbie and attempted to tackle her. If he could get her in the floor his weight and superior strength would give him the advantage. Then she would knock off her bull shit or he was going to knock her ass out. Enough was enough. How she came up with this hair brained scheme was beyond him. Maybe the dumb bitch was suffering from PMS. He was going to make damn sure she never pulled anything this fucking stupid again.

Barbie was expecting him to try and man handle her like this. Being a typical male, he would think his superior weight, larger frame and more muscular arms would be able to over power her in the floor. She was going to prove to him that his assumption was incorrect. But the wrestling match would come later. First she had to sap his manly strength with a thorough beating. Then she would show him she was the stronger sex. Using his momentum against him, Barbie raised her right leg and snapped it forward. "WHAM!" Brad drove himself onto her foot with extreme force. Her bare foot sank deep into his mid section and stopped him dead. Without lowering her leg, Barbie bent her knee and swiftly kicked him right in the face. "WHAP!" Brad dropped to his back completely stunned. His nose was broken and bleeding badly.

Barbie began stomping on his stomach and chest with both feet. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" Brad finally regained his senses and rolled away from her. Barbie stood back smiling as he quickly climbed to his feet while clutching his stomach and chest. "The hard muscles on your body are breaking down Brad. Pretty soon they'll be soft and mushy. By then, your face will be badly swollen and black and blue from my fists. I'll own you little man. You'll be so scared of me you'll obey any order I give you without question. Because you'll fear what I will do to you if you don't." She said as she proudly stood with her hands on her shapely hips. "You're fucking crazy." Brad replied shaking his head. "You really believe you can whip my ass and force me to obey you. I guess I'll have to show you just how wrong you are." He replied. "Then come on big boy. I have a bad beating waiting for you." Barbie told him.

Brad waded in with both fists pumping. Hard rights and lefts packed with total destruction went flying at the blond gladiators beautiful face. Barbie smiled as she moved her finely tuned female body like a harem dancer and waited for her chance. Punch after punch sailed over, around or near her quick moving body. But not a one of them found their mark. Brad was getting more angry by the second. His furious attack was designed to overwhelm Barbie and put her at his mercy. But his solid male fists were only connecting with air molecules and dust mites. The see through lingerie was nothing but a shadowy blur he couldn't seem to catch up with. He became thoroughly frustrated when his devastating attack began to wilt. He was getting exhausted because of the mighty effort he was putting out which was producing no results. Confusion began to settle in his mind.

When Brad began to slow, Barbie took it to him with a beautiful smile and a taunting mouth. "Having a little trouble aren't you wimp?" "SMACK!" "If you can't hit me now." "SMACK!" "Then you'll really be in deep shit when your eyes are swollen shut." "SMACK!" "Because you won't be able to see this coming." "SMACK!" "Or this." "SMACK!" "Or these." "THUD!..THUD!" "Or the one that will put you down for the count. "CRACK!" Her right uppercut nearly took his head off. Brad stumbled back a few steps before dropping to the floor. "PLOP!" Barbie casually strolled over to his prone body. Brad was repeatedly blinking his eyes trying to bring them into focus. "Feeling a little dizzy are we sweetheart? I can help you with that." Barbie pulled him to his feet and held him steady so he wouldn't collapse.

"Let's see if we can't clear that head of yours wimp." Getting a good grip on his right shoulder with her left hand, she spread the fingers of her right over his face. "Hang on lover, we're going for a little ride." She charged towards the far wall while pushing Brad backwards. He was back pedaling out of control and unable to stop their momentum. "SLAM!..BANG!" His back and head hit the wall hard. While she had him pinned against the wall, Barbie decided to work on his six pack abs to soften them up. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Her right knee slammed into his mid section like a battering ram. Brad choked and sputtered trying to catch his breath. But her hand spread over his face was crushing his nose flat and covering his mouth. His face turned fire engine red from lack of oxygen.

"WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Barbie didn't want him unconscious yet. She wanted to prolong his agony and make him realise he was in a losing battle. She removed her hand from his face and grabbed the front of his shirt. Then she spun him away from the wall and threw him in the middle of the floor. "Get up and fight you pussy. I'm going to beat you until you beg. Then I'm going to beat you some more just for the fun of it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be afraid to move without my permission. Now get up." Brad slowly climbed to his feet clutching his stomach. His breathing was raspy and irregular from her hard knee blows. So he really needed more time to recuperate before resuming the fight. But her fucking mouth irritated the hell out of him. He had to shut her up.

"Playtime is over bitch. No more pussyfooting around. Just remember, you brought this on yourself." Brad stated as he attacked with pure hatred in his eyes. Barbie smiled and stepped up to meet him. Brad flicked out a left jab. Barbie eluded it and snapped one of her own to his right eye. "SMACK!" Even more pissed, Brad tried a straight right and left with mean intentions behind them. Barbie easily avoided his clumsy attempts and let him have it with a solid combination of her own. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Now his left eye and jaw felt severe pain. Brad went out of his mind and fired a half dozen punches as fast as he could. Barbie danced around them like it was the easiest thing in the world. Then she opened her own offense.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" Both cheeks were turned red and his wash board abs softened up a bit more. The final uppercut sent him reeling back off balance. "This is so easy Brad. I think I'll put one arm behind my back so you'll have a better chance of winning. It won't help your accuracy any, but I'll only be landing half the punches I am now. You do realise how humiliating that would be don't you? A girl half your size beating you to a pulp with only one hand. That would totally destroy your confidence little man. It would definitely prove how weak and pathetic you are. And show you my fighting skills are far superior to yours." Barbie placed her right arm behind her back and stood her ground. "OK wimp. Let's see if you can hit me now." She said smiling.

The little bitch is so fucking sure of herself. Brad thought. It's time to show her just how wrong she is. Brad went in swinging. Both fists loaded with bone crushing power was sent at her beautiful smiling face. Barbie ducked and dodged while waiting for her chance to retaliate. When Brad missed with a devastating right that left him off balance, she took the opportunity he presented to her. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Two sharp jabs was followed by a bone jarring left hook. Brad stumbled to his left and nearly went down. Just as he got his body under control and righted himself, he was met by a powerful back fist. "SMMMACK!" He staggered for a few steps before dropping to the floor.

"Just as I suspected. I can whip your wimpy ass with one hand. You're a pathetic excuse for a man you little sissy. You'll soon find out just how pathetic you really are. Because after I beat you senseless with my fists, I'm going to put you in countless wrestling holds and listen to you beg to be released. Your face will be swollen and in a great deal of pain when I'm through with you. And your body will be sagging from the torture I'm going to inflict on it. I won't stop your massacre until I'm satisfied you'll obey my every whim. I'll own you little man, body and soul. You'll become a possession of mine that I'll do with as I please. And you'll accept your place because fear of making me angry will cause you to piss your pants. Now get up so I can prove it to you."

Brad slowly climbed to his feet. He was having trouble keeping his muscular body from swaying because of his wobbly legs. And he was rapidly blinking his eyes trying to stop the room from spinning in circles. Unfortunately for him, Barbie didn't wait for him to get himself under control. She attacked with fury. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" His stomach and ribs felt the pain of her solid left before the left hook staggered him. He struggled to right himself and keep from falling, only to receive two more when he finally stopped his motion. "SMACK!..SMACK!" A straight left landed on the right side of his jaw before her back fist ripped into the middle of his face. Brad stumbled back and grabbed the bed post to help him stay on his feet.

His vision was really blurry now. And his thick legs were trembling so bad he was afraid to let go of the bed post because he feared he would collapse. Barbie stood in front of him with a beautiful smile covering her lovely face. "Having a little trouble staying on your feet aren't you sissy? "SMACK!" His right eye swelled up further. "And I'll bet you can't see very well either." "SMACK!" The cartilage in his nose shattered. "You're twice my size little man. So why can't you stop me from giving you such a terrible beating." "SMACK!" Both lips blew up like they were filled with air. "I'm only using one hand big boy. Do you see how pitifully weak you are? "CRACK!" She snapped his head back with a solid uppercut. "My left female fist against your whole muscular MALE body and you don't stand a chance." "SMACK!" The left cross to his temple dumped him at her feet.

Brad was moaning from the terrible pain he was feeling all over his tortured body. His uncoordinated movements while he was trying to get to his feet made him look like he was having an epileptic fit. He was so groggy his arms and legs wouldn't obey the signals coming from his brain. And when he did manage to plant his arms or his feet to push himself up, they folded like soft rubber and dumped him back in the floor. He became so frustrated he was about to start shedding tears. But that would be the ultimate humiliation. So he stopped himself from crying and concentrated as hard as he could to get to his feet. When he was finally able to stand, his muscular body was weaving in place and his thick legs were shaking like they were made of jello. He blinked his unfocused eyes and saw Barbie's smiling face just inches from his own.

"You're in pretty bad shape sweetheart. I don't think you're going to last much longer. It's not going to take as long as I thought to get you under my control. You really are a pathetic little wimp." Brad reached for her in hopes of changing his destiny. But his movements were slow and erratic. Barbie grabbed his arm and spun him around until his back was to her. Then she reached up and wrapped her left arm around his throat and bent him over backwards. When she pulled his head up snug to her left side in the reverse headlock, Brad's arms were flailing around trying to help him maintain his balance. Barbie tightened her arm on his throat and giggled at his predicament. "It's time to show you which one of us is the strongest in this relationship little man. I think you'll be very surprised to find out it isn't you." She said as she listened to the gurgling sounds escaping his trapped throat.

Brad knew he was in dire trouble. His right arm was dangling down at the back of her shapely left leg. He couldn't reach her left arm to help break the hold she had him in so it was useless. And his left arm didn't seem to have the strength to loosen her grip. He could only stare at the ceiling while his face turned beet red and his pitiful struggles became weaker and weaker. Just before everything went completely black, Barbie released her hold and let him drop to the floor. While he lie there in a stupor, Barbie flipped him over and sat on his back facing his feet. Then she lifted his legs and put him in a Boston crab. "Time to scream for me my little sissy. Because this is really going to hurt." She applied pressure to her hold and got her wish. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Brad quickly regained his senses when the horrible pain registered in his brain. "Ahhh, is the little girl hurting the big macho man? Maybe he's not as tough as he thought he was. In fact, I think he screams like a pussy. What do you think pussy boy? Do you still think you're a bad ass?" Barbie asked the young man under her control. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brad's high pitched scream was the only answer she received. Barbie released his tortured legs and turned around to sit on his back facing his head. Brad lie there whimpering while she lifted his muscular arms and draped them over her upraised knees. After cupping his chin in the palm of her hands she leaned back in her camel clutch. The enormous pressure she was putting on his back and neck, forced a muffled scream from his tightly closed lips. "MMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"

"Are you starting to see the light sweetheart? Even though you're older, bigger and a lot more muscular, I'm to much woman for you to handle. I can turn you into a sniveling little coward anytime I feel like it. I can give you pain or pleasure at my discretion. The sooner you learn that and obey my rules, the healthier you will stay. I command, you obey. It's that simple." Tears were flowing from Brad's eyes like a fierce rain storm. The excruciating pain she was causing him in her hold was totally unbearable. He didn't have the strength or the will to free himself. The terrible beating from her lethal fists and the torturous pain from her inescapable wrestling holds had taken their toll. Brad's spirit was completely broken. At that moment he flat gave up. Barbie owned him.

When Barbie released him he collapsed to the floor sobbing like a baby. Barbie raised herself enough to flip him over on his back underneath her. Then she sat on his chest and smiled at his fear filled eyes and tear stained cheeks. When Brad saw the triumphant look on her beautiful face he broke down and cried his heart out. His girlfriend had easily handled him like he was a small child. She was two years younger and half his size. Yet he was thoroughly afraid of the female perched on his chest. In the last hour his life had changed forever. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. She easily proved beyond a shadow of a doubt she was a better fighter and wrestler then he was. And the thought of trying to challenge her authority and change his destiny scared him out of his mind. He was no longer a man.

"En ough.. B.Barbie. Please. Don't.. hu.hurt.. me.. anym.m.more. I.. give.. up. I'll.. do.. wh.what.. ever.. you.. want. Just.. pl.please.. st.stop.. hurting.. me." Barbie's feminine body expanded with pride. She had taken on a much larger male and reduced him to a begging pile of human flesh. Her flawless skin was glowing as the overwhelming feeling of total victory filled her from head to toe. She had won. "I'm in charge from now on Brad. Is that understood?" She asked the beaten young man. "Yes Barbie. What ever you say." He whimpered. "Good. Keep in mind, I will not hesitate to punish you if my orders are not carried out to my satisfaction. Is that clear?" "Yes. I'll do everything in my power to keep you happy. I swear." He answered whining. "You better wimp. Because I will not tolerate incompetence. You'll be completely obedient or I'll beat the defiance out of you. And we both know I can do it. So behave yourself or else."

Barbie grabbed his wrists and slammed his arms to the floor by his head. Then she scooted up and placed her knees over his arms to keep him pinned there. "Now, lets start with the rules. From now on my happiness will be your only concern. We will go where I choose and do what I want to do. You have no say in the matter anymore. You will treat me with the utmost respect and be a perfect gentleman at all times. If I see something I desire, you will buy it for me without any questions. If you can't afford it at the time, you will acquire the money as soon as possible. And you will show up on time for our dates. No excuse will be accepted. Do you understand all of these rules and agree to abide by them?" She asked with an I dare you to defy me look. "Yes Barbie. I understand and agree." He replied fearfully. "Good boy." She said smiling.

Barbie stood up and looked down at him. "Stay right where you are and don't move a muscle." She slowly removed her lacy black panties and tossed them aside. Then she lowered herself back down until she was comfortably sitting on his chest. "Since you came over this morning to have sex we might as well get on with it." She said with an evil grin. When she inched forward until her pussy was right over his nose, Brad's face turned snow white. He had never eaten her out before. He thought it was a disgusting and unmanly thing to do. Although he had made her give him a blow job several times. In his eyes that was a different story. Realization of the price he was going to be forced to pay for losing the battle of the sexes was finally sinking in. She was going to make him her sex toy. And he would have to comply or be punished.

Barbie sat her bushy blond muff squarely on his face and settled in. "OK boy. Give me pleasure or I'll give you pain." Brad dejectedly stuck his tongue in her canal as far as he could and began lapping. The humiliation of the act she was forcing him to perform covered him like a blanket. But he had no choice. He didn't have the courage to face those hard hitting fists and powerful female arms of hers. For his own safety he had to follow her orders and do her bidding. His tongue and nose being used as a human dildo was much less painful then being beaten to a pulp. Besides, she would definitely use him as her personal sex toy after beating him senseless. So accepting his fate was his only course of action.

Barbie smothered his face with her golden mound like a Queen sitting on her throne. She threw her head back and closed her beautiful brown eyes while pleasuring moans escaped her full, thick lips. This was the way things should be. The male servicing the female until she was satisfied. His tongue buried deep in her sex and his nose rubbing against her clit felt absolutely wonderful. Brad was going to be doing this quite a bit from now on. This she knew for certain. After all, she was in complete control. The weak and pathetic male beneath her wasn't man enough to change that fact. So why not enjoy herself. She was the boss. And she would remain the boss until she tired of him. Then he would be discarded when she found another male to tame and train. Life as a dominate female was the greatest.