Owned! By Montrose Tabitha dominates a rich man then becomes a willing slave for his submissive servant "Name?" "Tabitha, but you may call me Princess Big Fuck." Daniel glanced up from his paperwork at the young Amazon sitting across from him. She didn't seem to be joking. He shrugged, wrote it down, and moved on. "Height?" His voice cracked, despite his efforts to appear cool and collected. "Six one bare foot." "Weight?" "167 this morning. I fluctuate between 160 and 180. I like being on the heavy side, but it's hard for me to keep the weight on with how active I am." "Experience?" "I've been dominating Bitches like you for over two years now. I enjoy the hours and meeting new people." Daniel took off his glasses. This was a bit too much for him. "Miss Tabitha..." "Princess Big Fuck." Daniel sighed and placed his hands on the desk to stop them from shaking. "Please, Miss..." Tabitha snapped a long, solid arm across the desk and pulled Daniel over to her side by the collar of his shirt. His feet and legs rested on his desk as she held his face up to hers. She sat back and breathed into his startled face (fruity bubble gum), a snarl curling her well-glossed lips. Her green eyes snapped with restrained anger. "Princess... Big... Fuck..." "Please... you're hurting-" "Say it!" She wobbled him in her grip until his teeth rattled. "P-P-Princess B-B-Big Fuck!" Tabitha gave Daniel a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose, then pushed him back over his desk and into his black leather chair with a smack. He panted, trying to calm his heart. His tie dangled ridiculously. Given that he was only five feet five and 141, his fear can be forgiven. "Yes?" "What?" asked Daniel, visibly flinching. "You were going to ask another inane question or something?" Tabitha sat calmly on the other side of Daniel's now disheveled desk. Her legs were crossed, bouncing the top leg - quite firm and shapely, that leg. So nicely displayed in fishnet under a ridiculously short mini - the mini didn't even cover the tops of her stockings. His eyes wondered up her rippled belly, exposed under her ripped T-top. The skirt and top were cotton, black. The top had the arms ripped off and an outline of a cute kitten nestled between the Princess Big Fuck's ample hooters. Broad shoulders. Obviously bleached blonde hair cut in a brutal shag at the shoulders. Glittery pink lips. Heavy black eye liner. He gulped. Daniel had no idea what to do next. His employer had told him to find a woman of just this sort, but now that he found her, how could he brief her on the "job?" He was too frightened to speak. This was so different from his regular duties of arranging business meetings and laying out clothes. Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Your ad said you wanted a big, mean bitch to work as a personal trainer. Is it for you or some other pussy?" Daniel gulped. "It's for Master Wallace Bentley, my employer." "So," Tabitha stood, towering over Dan, knuckles on his desk. "Am I bitch enough, or should I shove your head up my ass to prove it?" "No! You'll do nicely." Daniel handed her insurance forms in a trembling hand. "These are for..." Tabitha threw the forms in his face. "No paperwork. Cash payments at the end of each session." "Very well, Miss." Tabitha snarled softly. "I mean, Princess! Princess Big Fuck! Just as you say, Princess Big Fuck. ANYTHING you say." "You learn fast. Play your cards right and we just might have some fun, little man." Tabitha checked her watch. "Speaking of fun, I've got an appointment to bang the legs off some rich cunt uptown. When should I be back here?" "Uh..." Daniel checked his planner. "He was hoping for 2PM tomorrow?" Tabitha consulted her memory. "I'm open. I'm sure it won't take long to destroy this douche-bag boss of yours. Have $500 in twenties waiting." With that she spun on her heels and left. * * * The next morning, Daniel served his boss breakfast. "Any luck with your search, Daniel?" "Yes, Sir. You have an appointment with a Miss Tabitha at 2PM." "Miss Tabitha? She doesn't sound particularly rugged." "She has commanded that we call her Princess Big Fuck, Sir." Wallace Bentley smiled. "Tall? Well built?" "Remarkably, Sir." "Much more like. Remember to help me prepare after lunch - stretches and all that." * * * At 1:55 PM, the tradesman's entrance bell rang. Daniel opened it only to be shoved back. Tabitha crushed him into the wall, Her voluptuous form towered over him as she shoved a fist full of wet knuckles under his nose. "Sniff that!" Daniel did as told, hoping she didn't get mad that his tool was growing stiff against her thigh. Her fist was musky in a pleasant way. "If I told you who's cunt that smell came from, you would shit yourself." Daniel blinked, wide eyed. "You've probably seen some of her movies." She wiped her hand on his tie. "Take me to your boss." Shaking (and dying of curiosity), Daniel led Tabitha down passages toward the gym. As much as he could, he took in her long legs, striding in glittering silver knee-high boots, fish nets again, a pink mini today and matching baby-doll top. Her hair and make-up were the same. She carried a black bag over one shoulder. As he entered the gym, he stepped to one side and called out, "Master Wallace Bentley? Princess Big Fuck is here to see you." Wallace stepped forward, hand extended in greeting. "Princess, so good of you to..." Tabitha gave Wallace a vicious backhand in the mouth. Wallace staggered back. She shoved him up against a wall. "Today's lesson is about intimidation, Bitch. I don't give a shit what you were hoping for. Today, I'm going to fuck your ass." Daniel saw the ire rise in his boss's eyes. Wallace was a congenial man, generally. But, when angered, he was hard to stop. A quick glance confirmed that he was a fair size match for Tabitha, if maybe 10 pounds heavier. Wallace pushed Tabitha back. "How dare you..." She belted him in the mouth again. "You'll take it and like it, Bitch!" Wallace, driven mad with rage, took a swing at the girl, catching her in the belly. It was one of his best shots. She bent over and stepped back, gasping. Still furious, he grabbed her hair. "Did you think I would take it easy on you, Miss?" He shook a finger in her face. "Let me tell you how..." Before he could deliver his lecture, Tabitha grabbed him by the waist, flipped him onto her shoulder, and threw him down onto the floor, head first. "No need to take it easy, Bitch. I like a little rough play." Tabitha walked off the gut punch while Wallace rolled on the floor until he found his feet. As he rose, Tabatha waved him on. "You wanna play tag? Let's go." She put up her fists. Wallace put his up too. "I must warn you, I was captain of the Princeton-" Tabitha punched Wallace in the eye. He staggered back. "Shut up and box, Bitch." Wallace shot two quick jabs, which Tabitha dodged. Bobbing and weaving, she slid her feet back and forth, dancing around like Mohammed Ali in his prime. Wallace chased after her, throwing punches that never connected or glanced off. Tabitha landed another one in his eye that sat him down hard. Wallace shook his head, got half way to his feet and fell over on his ear. "HA! Rang your bell that time, Bitch." Tabitha pulled him up by his hair. She propped him up against a wall and pounded his gut for a while, his head resting on her shoulder. She stepped back and he started to crumple. Tabitha delivered an upper cut that knocked him back to the wall. Then she flipped him over her shoulder slamming his back onto the hard floor. She let him get to his hands and knees before driving one of her silver boots into his gut. Wallace fell over and gasped. "I give! No more!" "Really? Already?" Wallace nodded and gulped air. "Okay. On to the point of this meeting, then." Tabitha pulled a long fake cock out of her bag and waived it at the servant, Daniel. "You want some of this?" she asked, sweetly. Daniel backed away. While Wallace gasped on the floor, Tabitha fitted the cock to her hips via straps, under her mini skirt. "Is that really all you got?" she spat down at him. "How disappointing." Wallace was too beaten to fight back. One eye was completely shut now, and it didn't look like he could stand unassisted. "Does it have to be so big?" "Quit whining, Bitch." "I'll pay double for you to stop now." Tabitha answered by pulling the poor man off the floor by his hair and guiding him over to a table. She bent him over the edge. As he struggled, she yanked his pants down. "You ready, Bitch?" "NO!" Daniel winced and turned away as Tabitha grunted and sank the shaft in one long stroke. Wallace roared with pain and arched his back. Tabitha grabbed his hair and humped at a violent speed. "Enjoy the ride, Bitch. I'll be doing this for the next 40 minutes. Gotta round out that hour. Don't want to leave you feeling short changed." * * * When she was done, Tabitha threw the near catatonic Wallace to the floor. She unhitched her cock and slapped it into Daniel's hand. "Clean that, Sweetheart." "Yes, Princess Big Fuck." Daniel took it to a sink at the other end of the gym. Tabitha leaned over Wallace. "Next week, when you greet me, you will be on your knees." Wallace nodded, still shivering, to afraid to ask her to NOT come back. "Did you like it up the ass, Bitch?" Wallace shook his head no, decisively. "Then, I suggest you give me an offering and pray to me that I not rape you again." Daniel was back with the cock, nice and clean. "And what kind of offering would Princess Big Fuck prefer?" he asked on his master's behalf. Tabitha shrugged. "An extra $500 might do the trick, if delivered before I begin. Maybe. More would be safer. Speaking of which..." She snapped her fingers and put out her hand. Daniel gently set a thick stack of bills into Tabitha's waiting palm. She fanned herself with the stack, not bothering to count it. "Nice doing business, boys. I'll see myself out." And off she strode. Wallace was unable to move for quite some time. After an hour or so, he got to his hands and knees. Daniel handed him a glass of ice water and a pain killer. Wallace took these. Then Daniel handed him two ice packs. Wallace slid on ice pack onto his eye and another on his tender asshole. * * * The next week, Wallace was on his knees, with a stack of twenties on the floor before him adding up to one thousand dollars. "That's just my offering, right?" "Yes, Princess Big Fuck." Wallace said, forehead on the floor. "Please have mercy, Princess Big Fuck." She towered over the man, and over Daniel standing next to her holding the cold cherry cola she had requested. Her boots today were soft black leather, rising all the way to the bottom of her mini - no fish nets. The mini was also black. She wore a golden halter top and big black sunglasses. Tabitha turned and raised her mini in back - no panties. "Lick me." Wallace stuffed his face up Tabitha's meaty rump. He placed his hands on her thighs working toward her pie. "No hands." He pulled his hands off and clasped them behind his back. She chuckled, "You are so owned, Bitch." After twenty minutes of this, Daniel cleared his throat. "Yes, Sweetheart?" Tabitha purred. She smiled with her eyes closed as Wallace ran his lips all over her bunghole. "Princess, if I may? As you were hired to be a personal trainer for Master Bentley, I was wondering... well... how this qualifies." Tabitha gently pulled Daniel closer, toe to toe with herself. "Have you ever seen a man more completely trained?" Daniel almost laughed. Tabitha hugged him tight, frightening him. Her fingers stroked his growing boner, even as his employer liked her ass. "My-O-my," she purred. She bent down and kissed him. Her long fingers stroked him through his pants. It only took a minute before he sprayed cum in his boxers. Tabitha felt the wetness and giggled in his ear. "You're cute." When she let him step away, the stain was spreading on his slacks. "Uh... Thank you... Princess Big Fuck." "Don't mention it," she giggled. "Just pack up my money. I've got another stop soon after this one." "As you say." He bowed and left to get her an additional $1,000 instead of the agreed upon $500. It wasn't his money, but Master Wallace would not dare to complain. * * * Several weeks followed in which Wallace offered Tabitha great sums to not rape him, and in return he was allowed to lick her groin, while she made out with Daniel, always making the servant cum in his pants, and then giggling at his embarrassment. Wallace never expressed dissatisfaction. Apparently he enjoyed the fear of being threatened into submission by the big woman he knew to be his superior. And Daniel, for his part, would rather have had actual intercourse, but did not turn down the hand jobs. Tabitha was so far out of his league, after all. It was Tabitha who broke the routine. * * * "Please have mercy..." Wallace groveled. "Shut the fuck up, Bitch." "Yes Princess Big Fuck." Tabitha booted Wallace over onto his back and he went fetal. "When I say shut up, you shut up." Wallace lay trembling, quietly. She turned to Daniel. "I've got to have you!" "What?" shrieked Daniel, backing up into a wall. "Not up the ass, you silly little nibblet! I need YOU inside ME!" Tabitha unzipped her tight leather mini and let it drop. She ripped her baby-doll top to shreds, exposing her magnificent rack for the first time. Except for ripped fish net stockings and ankle boots with three inch heels, she stood naked before Daniel. "I can't explain it. Bookish little boys like you drive me crazy." She fell backwards on top of Wallace, knocking the wind from him. "Fuck me!" Daniel pointed. "you mean, on top of..." "YES!" Daniel unzipped. "If you insist, Princess." * * * He had done as she asked and had moved on to taking her up the ass. Tabitha was on all fours with her legs pinning Wallace's arms to the floor. Daniel humped away behind her, slapping her meaty hams and yanking her head back by her hair. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! " Tabitha kept gasping. "You like this Princess?" Daniel asked. "Oh! YES! And.. Oh! You can... Oh! Call me... Tab Tab Tabitha!" "Very well, Tab Tab Tabitha!" Daniel laughed. "I would like for you to raise your right hand and pleasure yourself with it." "OH! Now?" "Yes." Tabitha masturbated while Daniel took her from behind. When she came, she screamed and arched her back, and dripped down on to Wallace's face. Her contractions impacted her asshole and drove Daniel over the edge. He came deep inside. Panting he slid out and sat on her hips. He wiped his bone on her discarded blouse as he admired her back muscles - her panting made them move rhythmically. "You are a magnificent beast," he whispered. He stood. "Sit," he commanded. Tabitha settled her rump onto Wallace's face and let Daniel's goo drip onto his forehead. "I could use some head to cool me down," Daniel sighed. Tabitha pulled Wallace off the floor and threw him toward the sink. "Warm water and soft cloths. NOW!" Wallace did as demanded. Tabitha bathed Daniels groin in warm water and then oiled it from bottles she took from her bag. She sat on Wallace's face once more as Daniel dangled his sack in her mouth and she gently stroked his slippery Johnson. He eventually popped a load that arched and landed back on Tabitha's face. Wallace handed up a towel. An hour later, Daniel was sitting back on top of his boss's chest while Tabitha dove up and down, swallowing Daniel's pole, fingering herself. Daniel sprayed another load in her face. Wallace held up a towel. "How was that?" asked Tabitha, a hint of desperation in her voice. She waited anxiously for the little man's reply. Daniel smiled and patted her moist hair. "Very good, Tabitha dear." He wrapped a leg around her neck and pushed her face into his balls. "Excellent work, actually. Just a little more tongue on my scrotum, if you don't mind." She complied. "Would you say I own you?" "Yef, Fir! Fank you Fir," she said as she licked his sweaty sack. A late running gob shot up from his cock and landed in her blonde hair. He patted her again. "Now run along, dear girl." He pulled his leg off her neck and took a towel from his boss. He wiped his cock with it then handed it to Tabitha, who wiped her face with it, then threw it down on Wallace's face. * * * After she left, Daniel stood and zipped up. "Well, that turned out nicely, don't you think, Sir?" "Oh shut up, Daniel."