Incel Control

Such a slut!! Women like you are why the world is falling apart - mogglog

You should be ashamed... dressing like that in front of children!! - mogglog

If you were my girlfriend you could never leave the house like that. - mogglog

Asking for it. - mogglog

So tired of females. - mogglog

Aubrey cocked an eyebrow as she read through the slew of nasty comments. Some guy online had just found her Instagram account and had been leaving remarks on every image she had ever posted. Aubrey knew she should leave it alone and ignore the man - they just wanted attention. But she couldn't stop thinking about it. Men like him were just desperate sacks of shit who felt entitled to control women.

"Just leave it alone," she murmured, her thumb hovering over the comment, "I can't leave it alone."

Aubrey gave in, clicking on the profile and looking at the man in question. His page offered little information on who he was, just posts degrading women. Aubrey felt her blood boil as she scrolled through the horrific posts.

"This is so fucked up, how is he allowed to keep this account."

Aubrey's eyes scanned for the report account button, but it didn't feel like enough. Losing an Instagram account wouldn't change this man's view of women. It wouldn't deter him from his beliefs or force him to right his wrongs. He would just make a new account, complain about the ban, and continue commiserating with his disgusting peers.

Aubrey stared at the follow button. She didn't believe that she would be able to change his belief system, but maybe she could do something else. Aubrey wanted to destroy him, show him how wrong his beliefs were, and make him face the reality that he was nothing more than a parasite.

Follow. She did it. Aubrey pressed the button and waited a moment before receiving a notification. "Mogglog followed you".

"Pathetic," Aubrey laughed. She was beginning to think this was going to be easier than she anticipated. He really was desperate for a woman. He was so unlovable, so revolting to everyone in his regular life, that he deluded himself into believing it was everyone's fault but his own.

Message. Aubrey watched as a new chat was formed between her and "mogglog".

Have you always been this pitiful? - A

M: Have you always been a slut?

Audrey snorted softly reading the message.

How creative. Does this usually work well for you? - A

M: Does what work?

Attacking women you find hot on the internet. - A

M: LOL, you're not hot. Men just hit on you because you parade yourself half-naked.

You're lying. - A

A moment passed. Apparently, he didn't have a pre-stocked answer for that.

M: Idk what you mean. Fucking crazy bitch.

Wrong. You don't talk to me that way. - A

M: I can talk to whoever however I want.

Wrong again. - A

M: You sound fucking psycho right now.

"You sound fucking psycho right now, ma'am." - A

M: LOL, I'm not calling you ma'am.

Would you prefer Mommy? - A

Aubrey watched as a text bubble appeared and disappeared as M decided what to say.

M: Don't fucking text me anymore

Block me. I dare you. - A

I know you won't do it. - A

You're probably jerking off right now. - A

This is probably the first time a woman has willingly talked to you. - A

M: wtf is your problem.

I don't have a problem, puppy. I just want you to know your fucking place. - A

M: And where's that?

Beneath me. - A

Incoming call: Mogglog

Aubrey chuckled and rejected the call.

Desperate aren't you? - A

You haven't earned the right to hear my voice. I shouldn't have even called you Puppy - you haven't earned the title. - A

M: Is this some kind of joke?

No, but you are. - A

Incoming call: Mogglog

What did I just say, pig? - A

M: I preferred Puppy.

I knew you would. - A

Would you like the chance to earn that place? - A

Incoming call: Mogglog

No, piggy. Only puppies get the chance to hear mommy's voice. - A

M: Fine. What do I have to do?

Oh! Good boy, so eager to please! - A

M: Just tell me what you want me to do so I can get to the good part.

Aubrey laughed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Good part? There would be no good part for him. Aubrey was here to exact revenge, and she knew how she could get it.

Patience, Pig! Puppies are well behaved. They do what their mommy tells them to. They don't whine or complain, do they? - A

M: I guess not.

Good boy! - A

I want you to start with something easy, ok Piggy? - A

M: ok.

I want you to call me Mommy! - A

M: Why would I do that??

It's step one. - A

M: Fine. Yes, Mommy.

Perfect! That wasn't so hard, was it? - A

M: I guess not.

M: Mommy.

M: I guess not, Mommy.

Good boy! You're learning so quickly! - A

M: Thank you, Mommy.

Aubrey couldn't believe how easy it was to overtake this man. Had he really put up any fight at all? Maybe he really was as desperate as she had thought. She really didn't believe that any person could be so... pitiful.

M: What next, Mommy?

Seriously desperate! Aubrey thought to herself. Maybe this guy should work on that.

I want you to tell me what colour your hair is. - A

M: It's brown!

Lovely! What colour are your eyes? - A

M: They're green.

Perfect! Would you like to send me a picture of what you look like? - A

M: (sent an image)

Aubrey smirked. It was going perfectly so far. She was slowly increasing the severity of her tasks to make this man an absolute joke. Aubrey opened the image and examined the man. He was average-looking. With short brown hair, green eyes, and a soft face. While he wasn't exceptionally attractive per se, she would find him handsome if he didn't spend his time harassing women.

Very handsome. Would you like a picture from Mommy? - A

M: Yes please!!

Ok! I'll send you a picture if you send me one more of you- this time with a big smile!- A

M: (sent an image)

Good boy!- A

(sent an image)- A

M: You look so pretty, Mommy.

Thank you, pig! - A

Are you ready to keep going? - A

M: Yes!

I need you to delete one of your comments from my post! - A

You don't need to delete all of them, just delete one comment you didn't mean- A

M: Ok, done!

Aubrey checked her recent notifications. The comment "so tired of females" was deleted. Well that's something I guess.

Good boy! Now can you apologize for what you did? - A

M: I'm sorry for leaving those comments, Mommy...

Why did you do it in the first place? Were you lonely?- A

M: Yes, I was lonely and I just... I thought you were really hot.

Thank you for being honest. You're almost there, Pig!- A

Soon you can be my puppy <3 - A

M: What should I do next!!

Do you have any other comments you want to delete before we move on?- A

M: Ok...

M: Ok, I deleted the other comments.

Good boy! - A

I think you deserve a reward for your initiative. - A

(sent an image) - A

M: (took a screenshot)

Aubrey smirked. She assumed he would do that. That just meant she really had him. The picture had been of her bare neck and shoulders, it didn't include her face and anything scandalous was covered by her bedsheets - but it was enough to make M hot. She could feel it.

M: Thank you, Mommy!

You're welcome, Piggy. - A

Are you ready to move on? - A

M: Yes, Mommy.

Good boy! I want you to take off your shirt. - A

M: Done.

Ok, undo your pants for me. - A

M: Done.

Good boy! - A

Go ahead and take out your cock for me. - A

M: It's already out.

Such good initiative! I'm so proud of you! - A

M: Thank you, Mommy.

Are you already touching yourself? - A

M: Yes...

Good boy! This is the last step, ok? - A

I just need you to send Mommy a quick video! - A

M: You want a video of me jerking off??

If you don't want to show your cock you can just send your face. - A

I just want to watch your face while you cum for Mommy ok? - A

M: Ok...

M: I can send the video of my cock.

M: I just need some more encouragement...

Oh! Piggy, you don't get to make demands! - A

But, you've been a very good boy for Mommy so far. - A

I'll send you a picture of my socks. - A

M: Will you be wearing them?

I can be! - A

M: Please?

Ok, just for you! - A

(sent an image) - A

Aubrey stared at the open chat, waiting for M's reply. She couldn't believe she'd gotten so far into this, and all she had to do was show a picture of her shoulder and her socked foot. What a joke - he would jerk off over anything.

Ten minutes passed, and Aubrey was beginning to worry that she maybe hadn't had as good of a handle on him as she thought she did.

M: (sent a video)

"Thank God!" Aubrey breathed a sigh of relief. She then turned on her phone's screen recorder before opening the video.

Aubrey wasn't sure if she should look away from the phone or watch as she opened the video. Sure, it was sent to her, but it felt weird. She wasn't doing this for sexual gratification, this was to get control, to demean. But, as the video loaded, she was unable to look away.

Her room was immediately filled with the sound of gentle moans and panting. M was sitting at a desk of some kind, holding his phone in his left hand and his cock in his right. His hand moved quickly up and down the shaft of his penis, and the video shook slightly from the jostling movement. The room was dark, and the scene was illuminated by a computer in front of him - but it framed him nicely. Aubrey couldn't see M's face, but his cock was in full view. She stared, mesmerized, as he fondled himself and cried out for her.

"I wish you were here, Mommy," M whimpered, "I wish you were the one touching me like this - making your puppy feel good."

"Fuck," Aubrey whispered. Was she enjoying this? She felt herself growing hot as M began demeaning himself for her, begging for her to touch him.

"I just want to be your good little Puppy," M cried, pulling faster as the phone shook more violently.

Aubrey's breath hitched as M bucked his hips upwards, fucking into his hand.

"Please, Mommy!" he sobbed, humping helplessly into his fist.

More desperate whines fell from his mouth as she watched his cock twitch.

"Mommy!" he yelled at his climax. Hot white cum shot from the tip of his penis and coated his hand.

Aubrey's cheeks burned, and her head pounded. Frozen, she watched as M flipped the camera around and licked the cum off of his hand. His hair was messy, sticking to his forehead, his eyes lidded, and his skin flushed. The video ended, and Aubrey stood still for a moment before turning off her screen recorder.

M: Is everything ok, Mommy?

Yes puppy! I was just watching the video. - A

Thank you for sending me that, Puppy. It was such a lovely treat for Mommy. - A

Incoming call: Mogglog

"Shit," Aubrey whispered. She had told him he could call her once he earned his status as puppy. But that wasn't what this had been about! Why was she allowing herself to get distracted?

"How do I play this?" she wondered before answering the call.

"Hey, Mommy," M's smug voice echoed over her phone. It was dark, and scratchy. He still sounded slightly breathless.

"Hello, Puppy," Aubrey cooed.

"So... what now? What will I do now that I'm your puppy?"

"Do you want to keep being my puppy?" Aubrey asked, fiddling with her hair.

"More than anything," M sighed.

"Ok. Then you just need to delete your account, Puppy. Make a new one and follow me when you're done, ok Puppy?"

"Wait! No, I have a lot of friends on this account," M whined.

"They're not your friends anymore, Puppy," Aubrey shook her head.

"My Puppies adore women. Any so-called friends that might distract you from that are not real friends."

There was a moment of silence, and Aubrey held her breath, unsure what he would say.

"Ok, Mommy! I'll do it!"

"Good boy!" Aubrey grinned, "But remember, Puppy. If you make new accounts like this one, I'll know."

"Yes, Mommy."

"Such a good Puppy," Aubrey praised, smiling softly.

"Thank you, Mommy," M replied, the smile apparent in his voice.

"Call me from your new account when you're done. Ok, Puppy?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

Aubrey leaned back in her bed and smiled blissfully. Maybe there was a way to fix men like that after all.