Dominating and Owning a Punk Ep.1 Breaking Samantha

This is my first venture into this type of writing. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. The intro is a bit lengthy, but this is also the first episode so its important. Enjoy.


Samantha. That bitch. That beautiful blue haired punk bitch.
She is my ex girlfriend and soon to be sex slave, only, she doesn’t know it yet.

Episode 1 Breaking Samantha

Sam is beautiful, smart, tenacious, and a punk. She is only 22 years old, has big brown eyes, soft olive skin, and short messy blue hair. She only stands at 5’ 7’’ and her breasts are a very firm and perky B with nice puffy nipples. Good for biting. Her ass is the selling point however. Big, rounded to perfection, a bubble, smooth, and irresistible. When she wore skirts or tights and moshed, other guys were constantly grabbing and slapping it. Before we broke up she had a pink elephant tattoo put on her right cheek.

A quick overview of me, Adam. I’m 23 years old, fit without being overly athletic, smoke probably too much pot, and get paid decently well to waggle my mouse in photoshop. (I’m a graphic artist) Oh, my penis, it’s a nice 7” but I prize the 7” girth. Thick and heavy. Sam feared it it would tear her pussy or mouth and never took it in too far.

Our relationship was fine. We lived together with three others in an old house on the outskirts of the city. The kind of house drug dealers and college hippies live in. Sam went to school and I worked. We had plenty of fun together but there were plenty of problems too. Sam was an uncontrollable college punk and I was a logical and collected. She constantly accused me of being boring and not pursuing my goals. This was a trivial compared to the biggest problem though.

The sex. Sam looked, played, and talked the the talk when it came to being punk. Even with all the revealing outfits and sexual tension she caused. Her actual intimate side, however, seemed to be that of a timid child. Don’t get me wrong, she was no virgin, but might as well had been. I can count the times we had sex on my fingers, and thats spanning more than a year. Sam never swallowed or let me cum on her face, no shower sex, no public sex, NEVER anal, no toys or bondage, and no spanking. I never even got to push my entire length all the way in. As you might guess, I like my sex rough.

So naturally it came as no surprise when I came home from work early to find Sam on all fours getting fucked by some British Lit student. (His dick was much smaller than mine) I of course beat his ass and threw him out. Sam promptly broke up with me citing that I was too pathetic and useless for her and wanted me out by tomorrow.
Well fuck.
And it just spiraled from there. After struggling to find a place; even having to sleep in my car a few nights, I discovered that the bitch had stollen my remaining drugs and pawned some of my shit. To finish me, she told our mutual friends that I was the bastard in the relationship. In that way I wouldn’t be welcome around anymore. Sam didn’t just burn bridges, she napalmed them.

Sam was done with me. Unfortunately for her, I was not done with Sam. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but I meet some guys on the internet and they suggested the best idea. Sam was to be my personal sex slave. Step one was to break her.

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It was late and the street was quiet. I had been waiting and watching for the perfect night and here it was. The housemates were all gone for the the weekend and Sam had decided to stay in tonight. From a window I saw she was wearing a pair of patched jeans and a Clash t shirt. I wondered if she was wearing a bra underneath.

I walked down to her house carrying my bag of tricks. Carefully I put the bag down and pulled out the handcuffs and gag I would need first.