A Thousand and One Submissives

Alexa barged into our video store late at night, right as I was telling my brother we were closing in five minutes. This tall, kinda spaced-out blonde headed straight for the porn section. When I ran into her, she grabbed me without hesitation: “Got a movie that’ll teach me deep throat?” My bro and I locked eyes, shocked as hell, then cracked up laughing. I threw back at her: “You don’t learn that from a screen, girl!” Curious, I asked why. Her answer: her husband lost his shit after her last shitty blowjob, and now she’s scared he’ll dump her any day.

I told her you gotta nail the basics before playing with the big dogs. Me and my brother, Nigerian roots, we don’t mess around with our dicks – taming them’s like earning an international degree. I offered her some one-on-one coaching: “Show us what you’ve got in you, girl.” She said yes, totally unexpected – this chick must’ve been desperate as fuck. But she lucked out, knocking on the right door, so we pulled down the shutters and kicked off her crash course.

Five minutes later, the verdict’s in: total disaster. First up, her eyes. She keeps ‘em shut like some shy, stuck-up prude. I laid it out straight: “Look at me, damn it, you’re not Sleeping Beauty… How do you even know you’re sucking good if you don’t look?” Then I ran her through some scenarios – I’d act pissed off, and she had to catch on and react fast. Boom, after a while, she figured out how to read her guy.

Next, her teeth. Like a freaking cheese grater – no wonder her man flipped out. “Stick your tongue out, even if you wanna hide it,” I snapped at her. To make it a smooth reflex, we had to force it to stay out, so we pulled out some high-tech gear… Nah, just kidding! Just a piece of string tied to a clothespin clipped on her tongue. Every time she pulled it back, bam, a little sting, and her body started getting it – some kinda Pavlov-whatever conditioning, I forget the name. We worked on that for ages, and I told her: “Habits don’t come quick, keep at it at home ‘til it sticks in your head.”

And finally, the last issue: tension. Her fingers stiff as sticks, shoulders locked up – she looked like a freaking Playmobil toy. I made her do some chill-out exercises, and with my bro, we rubbed her down with oil to loosen her up. Then we put her to work: back and forth on our dicks, focusing hard on relaxing her body. And bam, surprise – she got way smoother, flowing like a pro.

After that win, I laid out the deal on the throat barrier: basically, when we shove our dick in, the head hits her walls that clamp down hard, pure reflex. So I told her she’s gotta accept the dick, be totally submissive to it. When it got stuck, I’d whispered to her: “Relax, let it dominate you, submit yourself to the cock.” But no dice, it’s jammed tight—no way through. She was kinda bummed, so I set her straight: “Don’t sweat it, with our sizes, it’s normal you’re struggling. Start with a smaller sex toy, do it step-by-step.”

Once her big flaws clicked, we hit her with the pro tips. I threw it at her straight: “On your knees, you’re a submissive slut, no discussion.” So at first, she can suck at her own pace, but soon she’s gotta hand him the reins. To get him fired up to take charge, I showed her how, pinning her hands crossed tight behind her back. Sucking without hands is tricky: you gotta flex your core, push with your abs, stand tall like a queen. That’s when her guy can grab her head and use her like he’s pounding her pussy – pure bliss. But listen up, key rule: “Hands behind you, don’t touch, it’s off-limits. Even if his dick’s choking you and you’re about to pass out, you tough it out! They stay there, no matter what.” And if she thinks she can’t hack it, get some handcuffs – it’ll hold her steady and turn him on even more.

There’s this thing that gets us hard as hell: the spit sounds and muffled throat noises. Like when you’re banging her hard and she’s yelping like a bitch, it’s the same with deep throat. So I told her: “Turn off silent mode, you gotta give us a solid Daffy Duck impression!” We drilled her good, that slut, ‘til she was croaking out wet “Qwack, Qwack, Qwack!” loud enough to get us raging hard.

We took turns with my bro ‘til 2 a.m.; by the end, we’d worked her so hard her stomach was empty, puking nothing but water. We snapped a group pic for kicks – she didn’t even recognize herself, face wrecked, soaked in spit and cum, makeup running like a hooker after a long shift. She gripped our stiff dicks on both sides, flashing an innocent little-girl smile and a sticky-fingered victory V. She earned a gold medal – honestly, from where she started, it was a long shot. Her guy, fed up with his useless chick, is in for a nasty, filthy surprise. Before she split, we tossed out: “Want another round of training like this? We’d be happy to teach you. We’re the pros.”