A Tale of Surrender and Humiliation

The night started off like any other for Jake. He and his buddies were out at the local bar, drinking and trying to pick up girls. Jake swaggered into the bar with an air of confidence, his head held high and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He surveyed the room, his eyes scanning over the women in tight dresses and high heels. He knew he could have any of them if he wanted to. He had spent the last few years honing his skills in the art of seduction, and he was damn good at it.

Jake wasn't a professional athlete but he could pass as an amateur model. He stood comfortably at just over 6' tall and had a well toned body. Jake sported trim brown hair and a modest scruff. He was starting his last semester of grad school.

As he made his way to the bar, he caught the eye of a few women who smiled at him and batted their eyelashes. He grinned back at them, enjoying the attention. He ordered a drink and leaned against the bar, surveying the crowd once again.

Jake was in his element. He had always been good at getting what he wanted, whether it was good grades, a promotion, or a woman in his bed. During his 5 years on campus, Jake had every girl he fancied wrapping their legs around him at some point or another. He was used to having his way, and he liked it that way.

As he took a sip of his drink, he spotted a group of women in a booth in the corner of the room. They were all laughing and having a good time, and one of them caught his eye. She was beautiful, with long hair and a confident smile.

She was a stunning blonde with a fit body and supple curves. She was more than a head shorter than him but she had a sharp look and a commanding presence. Her name was Sarah, and Jake was immediately drawn to her. He knew he had to have her.

Sarah walked up to order another drink. Jake sauntered up to Sarah and leaned against the bar, giving her his best charming smile.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Sarah looked him up and down, unimpressed.

"I don't need a drink from you," she said coolly. "But if you're looking for some company, I could use a good laugh."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "A good laugh, huh? And why's that?"

"Because I'm about to beat you at a game of Mario Kart," Sarah said, nodding toward the television in the corner of the bar. "And I think that's going to be pretty funny."

Jake scoffed. "You really think you can beat me at Mario Kart? I've been playing that game since I was a kid."

"You think you're so hot, don't you?" she said, a slight grin on her lips. "I bet you couldn't handle me if I really tried to beat you."

Jake scoffed. "Please, I could handle anything you throw at me."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, I'm willing to bet on it. If I win the set, I'll make you beg for mercy in front of my sorority, you'll do whatever I say for everyone to see. And if you win?"

Jake grinned, thinking he had this in the bag. "You'll be my on demand slut for the rest of the semester."

Sarah laughed. "Deal."

And with that, the two of them sat down to play.

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The next thing Jake knew, he was standing in front of Sarah's sorority house, stripped down to his boxers and blindfolded. He could hear the sound of the girls giggling and whispering as Sarah led him into the living room. He faintly recognized some of the shrieks and squeals from his previous conquests.

Sarah had effortlessly drifted her way into first place on every track. After his stunning defeat Sarah took his number and told him to keep an eye out for her text. Sure enough, 2 days later he got a message detailing a time and a place. Jake felt like an idiot when he recalled trying to go easy on her during the first lap.

Suddenly his blindfold was ripped off and he saw what looked like the entire chapter hanging around the room. He vaguely recognized some of the faces from his encounters in the past. Jake didn't have much time to take in his surroundings as Sarah walked up to him.

Sarah had always been a confident young woman, but the bet she had made with Jake had brought out a whole new side of her. As she watched him standing nervously in front of her and her sorority sisters, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and power.

Sarah was aware of Jake even before he spoke to her at the bar. It was a small campus and she had heard stories about Jake from her sisters and friends. She was tipsy when she made the deal but she didn't waste any time after winning. She knew that she had won the bet fair and square, and she was determined to make Jake pay for his cockiness.

With a mischievous smile, Sarah started to slowly undress in front of her captive. She could feel Jake's eyes on her as she revealed more and more of her body, and she relished in the attention. As she reached the final layer, she stood before Jake in nothing but her lacy black lingerie, feeling powerful and seductive.

"Get on your knees," she commanded, and Jake hesitated for a moment before reluctantly obeying. Sarah could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but it only made her more excited. She reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her.

"You lost the bet, Jake. And now, you're going to pay for it."

Sarah took a step back and looked at Jake, admiring the way he looked on his knees before her. She could feel a rush of power coursing through her as she slowly unzipped a black leather bag, revealing an array of sex toys.

She selected a purple strap-on, securing it around her hips, the feeling of the leather against her skin making her shiver with anticipation. She walked back over to Jake, her hips swaying seductively. She could see the fear in his eyes, but she also saw something else -- a hint of excitement, a willingness to submit.

"Suck" Sarah demanded.

Jake hesitated, this was strange new territory for him, this toy looked bigger than he was. If nothing else, Jake was a man of his word, he had no choice. A deal was a deal. Reluctantly at first, but soon with as much vigor as he could muster, Jake started going down on her strap-on.

"Good boy," Sarah purred, running her hands through his hair and over his shoulders. "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're working my cock like a pro!"

The girls erupted into laughter, and Jake could feel his face burning with shame. But he was surprised to find that he was also feeling something else -- a strange thrill of excitement at being humiliated like this.

Sarah was in control, dominating Jake in front of her sisters. She helped him bob his head on her pole. She could hear their jeers and cheers, encouraging her to take charge and continue the show. She obliged and pulled him off her.

"Strip," she commanded him, her voice low and husky. "I want to see all of you. Don't forget to let my sisters get a good look too."

Jake was in a daze at this point, his head was hot and his mind racing. Without a word he pulled his boxers down and was greeted by whistles and cheers. He couldn't believe how turned on he was at this situation. Jake was raging hard and had pre-cum oozing from him. Murmurs and whispers greeted his throbbing hard on.

Sarah turned him around and pushed him onto all fours in the middle of the room. Jake's heart pounded in his chest as he lay there, feeling more vulnerable than he had ever felt before. The sound of the sorority sisters' jeering and encouragement filled his ears, adding to the intensity of the moment. He was completely at Sarah's mercy, and he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at the thought.

Sarah moved around him, and he felt her fingers tracing up the curve of his spine and around to his chest.

"Now, Jake, I want you to do something for me. I want you to beg me to fuck you."

Jake froze, feeling a jolt of fear shoot through him. He had never even considered being penetrated before, and the thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach. But he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath and began to beg.

"Please, Sarah," he said, his voice shaking. "Please fuck me. I'm yours to do with as you please."

With a sly smile, Sarah's hand moved from Jake's chest down to his crotch, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his cock. She could feel it desperately twitch under her touch, and she smirked to herself.

"Poor little Jakey, can't even handle a little teasing," she taunted, her tone dripping with superiority. Giggles and chatter from the girls surrounding them.

As she continued to caress him, she couldn't help but compare his manhood to her own strap-on. It was a clear reminder of the power dynamic in the room, and Sarah reveled in it.

"Look at you, Jake," she continued, "You can't even compare to my strap-on. You're so small and weak, and yet here you are, at my mercy."

She felt a surge of power wash over her, and she couldn't resist leaning in to whisper in Jake's ear.

"You're nothing but a toy for me to play with, Jake. A pathetic little thing that exists solely for my pleasure." Sarah could hear her sisters cheering her on, egging her on to push further.

In that moment, Sarah felt like a goddess. She had never felt so confident and powerful before, and it was intoxicating. She continued to tease and taunt Jake, relishing in the way he squirmed beneath her. She tugged and squeezed his testicles while massaging lube onto her saliva covered strap-on and around Jake's anxious hole. The encouragement from her sisters only made her feel stronger, more in control.

"You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?"

Jake nervously glanced back at her with excitement in his eyes, and nodded. Sarah smiled, feeling a rush of power. Positioning herself at his entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, feeling the muscles in his body tighten and then slowly give way to her.

Jake gasped and grunted as she started to move deeper into him. She heard her sisters cheering her on. The sound of their voices only fueled her excitement, and she fully entered Jake and then slowly pulled out. And then back in. Sarah started pounding him harder and harder, relishing the feeling of being in control.

"Take it, Jake," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "You're mine now."

As Sarah worked the toy in and out of him, Jake felt a sensation he had never experienced before. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and it was overwhelming. He gasped and moaned, unable to control his own body's reactions.

"You like that, don't you?" she said, her excitement rising. "You actually like being fucked. You're such a little slut, aren't you?"

Jake moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as Sarah continued to thrust into him. Minutes felt like an eternity. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he exploded with pleasure.

Sarah could sense his impending climax, she could feel hers building too. She pounded him with all her strength, feeling his body shudder beneath her. She whispered to him,

"Come for me, Jake. Come like a bitch. Show my sisters what a little slut you are."

With those words, Jake reached the peak of his pleasure, crying out as he came hard. Sarah pulling his hair. His climax that shook him to his core. After a few moments Sarah abruptly pulled out of him. Jake collapsed there, spent and humbled. The sorority sisters roared with enthusiasm and applauded Sarah's performance.

Sarah was savoring the feeling of control and dominance. She turned to her sisters, panting with a smug grin on her face.

"Looks like I won the bet," she said, tossing the strap-on into the audience. "Who's next?"