This is my first story, so feedback is greatly appreciated. Think of ratio exposition to story, content (which moves), language (too much/little figures of speech), should I describe it with more senses? When I feel I've grown a bit as a writer I might post a rewrite of this story with added content.
Excerpt from “Slave to Selena Gomez: an autobiography of Ariana Grande”
Some people are born to follow, some to lead. Some are born to trust themselves utterly and completely to someone who knows better, some are born to take care of people who are less than them. Some are born to be slaves, some to be mistresses. I was born a slave. I didn’t always know that though. Here is an account of when I first met my mistress Selena, described as I felt at that moment.
I hated Selena. There was no way around it. Her success at singing and acting drove mine more and more to the shadows. Her holier than thou attitude annoyed me to no end. I didn’t just want to hurt her, I wanted to humiliate her. I wanted to break her spirit. So I challenged her to a wrestling match, just as Kate Upton had challenged me when I called her shit at acting in public. She accepted.
After my humiliating defeat to Kate Upton I had taken a few wrestling lessons, so I didn’t think Selena was going to be a problem, she was a wuss anyway.
‘Focus, focus on me!’ the custom-made doorbell rang with my favorite tune, Selena had arrived to my house. ‘Hi there!’ Selena said. ‘It’s so nice to finally meet you in person, I heard all about you but never had the pleasure of speaking to you face to face. It’s such a splendid idea to do a wrestling match. Wrestling is the best way to really get to know someone, I met some of my best friends while wrestling against them, from back when I was in my high school’s wrestling team.”
“Fuck,” I thought. “She knows how to wrestle. Well, no need to fret about it, she is still a wuss.”
“Let’s do two rounds,” Selena said. “I like even numbers.”
We went to the house of the mutual friend of ours who contacted Selena for me. We stepped into the ring and began fighting.
We were both in our bikini’s, UFC fighter style, to make gripping harder. I grabbed Selena by her shoulders, but her skin was smooth as silk, and very slippery. Selena’s wrestling experience came into play as she slipped out of my grip, enveloped my legs and put me on my back. I smacked onto the ground, and Selena was immediately on top of me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my head between her legs. ‘My head scissors were the strongest from the high school team, so make sure to tap out in time, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.’ Her shapely legs were around my neck like a vise. I couldn’t breathe much, and when I did I smelled the musky scent of her bum.
She slowly increased the pressure and my head turned red from embarrassment first, then purple from asphyxiation. I had to tap out and hated myself for it.
‘Bitch, I’ll get you in round two!’ I promised.
The bell rang and I immediately moved forward and tried to punch her ugly-ass face. I might as well have been trying to catch water with a sieve. Each time I punched she turned her body and moved back, making me miss. The radio yelled ‘Kill ‘em, kill ‘em with kindness. ‘I can see you’re upset you lost the first round, Ariana, but it is about the game, not about winning,’ Selena said. I punched again and again: punch, turn, slip; punch, turn, slip; punch, turn, slip. But then, punch, slip. Selena didn’t move back and my momentum carried me on straight into the bitch’s tits. They were of course not as perky or cute as mine, but I admit they were pretty big. Flashbacks of Kate Upton’s breast smother flashed before my eyes. Selena’s boobs weren’t that big, but smothered me just as tightly. “You know Arianna,” Selena said, “we should make love, not war. Let’s hug it out.”
I could taste the salty sweat of her bosom while her ample cleavage engulfed my face. ‘Mmpff’ I screamed, but I was muffled. Her arms were surprisingly strong and I couldn’t escape. My ears drummed, I felt dizzy and knew it wouldn’t be long before I passed out. Then she released me, my face peeled of her chest like a wet bandage: it wasn’t glued to the surface, but it did stick a little bit.
Heavily panting I fell to my knees and slumped forward half-conscious straight into Selena’s pussy. It smelled like fish, and, as I would learn later, tasted like it as well. ‘Oooooh naughty girl,’ Selena said with her husky voice ‘well, if you want to do this, that’s fine by me.’ And she pushed me on my back and sat on my face. She took of her bikini bottoms, and freed me from mine as well. She started slowly licking my labia, making me wet and lubricating me with her tongue. She licked faster and faster, sloshing my juices all around my pussy. Only then she began touching my clit with the tip of her tongue. Just when I thought I would climax she stopped. When my passion lowered to an acceptable level she began stimulating me again. This time she also sucked. The passion was so high every trace of rational thought disappeared from me mind. There was only me and Selena’s mouth. Then she stopped again. How long could I endure this torture? I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. This time she also inserted her fingers in my pussy. Her licking, sucking and fingering me was too much. I spasmed uncontrollably as I violently came. As I lay still Selena became impatient.
‘Come on,’ she said, ‘you have to lick my pussy as well. That’s only fair, and I’m not getting off you until I have gotten off, if you get what I mean,’ she said with a wicked smile. I didn’t know how long I could stand being under her ass and pussy, so I did what she asked. It wasn’t long before juices flooded my face and she lifted up her ass while she orgasmed. I took my chance to inhale deeply through my nose. ‘Prffffffffffffffft’ Selena farted! I inhaled it all and the putrid smell went straight into my nose. ‘Oh my god I’m so sorry Ari-’ I heard before everything became black.
I woke up in Selena’s bed. My head lay in her lap and she caressed my head. ‘I’m so sorry Ariana, I just couldn’t control my muscles when I came. Are you OK?’
‘I’m alright,’ I answered. Was she always this beautiful? Her face radiated with beauty, her skin was flawless, and her booty was round and tight. ‘I’m sorry I called you a bitch. I adore you. Can I sleep in your bed tonight?’
‘Of course,’ Selena replied. I fell asleep with my face in her pajama bottoms, touching her shaved pussy, while she lay on top of me with her head facing my feet. I fell asleep like this and woke up with Selena as my mistress.
Note editor: psychiatrists think that Ariana is likely a victim of the Stockholm syndrome, meaning that she was traumatized by her captor, leading Ariana to sympathize with Selena.
