AN: I see so many novels where the guy mc is always so dominants and always succeeds. As a girl its annoying seeing women be conveyed as submissive and brainless. Therefore I present this where the mc is a degenerate simp and a dumbass. There now I warned you he is a dumbass so don't complain. This is not a serious novel, I just want it to be extremely degenerate.

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I stood behind the counter, scanning the endless stream of customers as they filed through the convenience store. Another day, another dollar, another excruciatingly mundane shift. I felt like I was trapped in some kind of never-ending nightmare, forced to repeat the same monotonous tasks over and over and over.

As I rang up a customer's purchase, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but think about how much I hated my life. I was a cashier, for crying out loud. I was a slave to the register, a prisoner of the monotony of it all. I longed for something more, something exciting, something that would make me feel alive.

But what did I get? I got to scan groceries and collect money all day. I got to deal with entitled customers and annoying coworkers. I got to go home to my tiny apartment and stare at the same four walls every night.

It was enough to drive one mad I tell you. Man everything about my life was just so ordinary. Hell even my god damn name, Kyle, I could not help but scoff at that.

As I continued to scan the customers, my mind began to drift to more... illicit thoughts. I started to fantasize about being dominated by a woman, unlike most men I liked it when the woman takes the lead. So I imagined a strong, confident woman, someone who could take control and make me submit.

And then, I saw her. She walked into the store, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a black leather jacket. Her hair was long and curly, and her eyes sparkled with a glint. She was a hotty, and I was immediately drawn to her.

As she approached the counter, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. It was huge and round, and I could only imagine how good it would feel to have it squeeze my cock dry. I pictured her bending over, her ass cheeks spread wide, and me behind her, my cock buried deep inside her.

I felt a surge of excitement at the thought, and I had to force myself to focus on the customer in front of me. But as I scanned her purchases, I couldn't help but sneak glances at her, my mind racing with fantasies.

As the day wore on, I saw more and more women who sparked my lust. There was the woman in the business suit, her stockings and heels making her look like a powerful executive. I imagined her stepping on my cock with her stocking-clad feet, the soft fabric rubbing against my skin as she brought me to orgasm.

There was the woman in the yoga pants, her tight body and toned muscles making me weak in the knees. I pictured her pinning me to the ground, her hands wrapped around my wrists as she rode me hard.

And then, there was the woman in the leather jacket, the one who had sparked my fantasies earlier. I imagined her tying me up, her hands binding my wrists and ankles as she teased me with her tongue.

As the day drew to a close, I felt like I was going crazy. My mind was a jumble of fantasies and desires, all of them centered around being dominated by a strong, powerful woman. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off, to let out all the pent-up frustration and desire that had been building up inside me.

As I locked up the store and headed home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Another day, another dollar, another excruciatingly mundane shift. But as I walked home, I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe someday, I'd find a woman who could dominate me, who could make me feel alive.

And as I walked, I couldn't help but smile. The thought of it was almost too much to bear.

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As I walked into my apartment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was a small, dingy space, but it was mine, and I had made it my own. The walls were painted a dull gray, and the carpet was stained and worn, but I had added my own touches here and there. There was a poster of my favorite band on the wall, and a collection of sci-fi novels on the bookshelf.

I dropped my keys onto the counter and made my way to the window, pushing back the curtain to gaze out at the building across the way. It was a habit of mine, one that I had developed over the months I had lived here. You see, my landlord's wife, Julia, had a habit of taking a shower around this time of day, and she always left the curtains wide open maybe she just forgets or maybe she liked being watched.

I had stolen a pair of her panties from the laundry room a few weeks ago, and I had been saving them for moments like this. I retrieved them from my drawer, feeling a thrill of excitement as I held them in my hand. They were still unwashed, still carrying the scent of her skin and her perfume.

I undid my belt and let my pants drop to the floor as I took off my underwear. I wrapped the panties around my cock, feeling the soft fabric envelop me. I gazed out the window, my eyes scanning the bathroom window across the way. And then, I saw her. Julia, my landlord's wife, was standing in the shower, the water cascading down her dark skin. She was a beautiful woman, with curves that seemed to go on forever.

As I watched, she began to soap herself, her hands moving over her body with a slow, sensual motion. I felt my cock twitch in response, and I began to jerk off, the panties wrapped tightly around me. I studied her figure, taking in every detail. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples dark and erect. Her waist was narrow, her hips curving out in a perfect hourglass shape.

As I watched, I began to imagine her insulting me, degrading me. I pictured her standing over me, her foot on my chest, her eyes flashing with contempt. "You're a pathetic little worm," she spat. "You're not even worth my time."

I felt a surge of excitement at the thought, and I jerked off harder, the panties rubbing against me with a soft, gentle friction. I pictured Julia's face, her eyes flashing with anger, her lips curled into a sneer. "You're a disgusting little creature," she hissed. "You're not even worthy of my attention."

As I watched, Julia rinsed off the soap, her body glistening with water. I felt my cock twitch, and I came, the panties wrapped tightly around me. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I leaned back against the wall, my eyes still fixed on Julia.

As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. What was wrong with me? Why did I get off on this kind of thing? But as I looked out the window, I saw Julia getting out of the shower, her body still glistening with water. And I knew that I would be back, that I would be watching her again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.

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As I stood behind the counter, scanning the endless stream of customers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of monotony wash over me. It was another day, another dollar, another excruciatingly mundane shift. I had been working as a cashier for what felt like an eternity, and I was starting to lose my mind.

As the day wore on, I began to feel a familiar sense of horniness creeping over me. I tried to push it aside, but it was no use. I was a slave to my desires, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander to all the things I wanted to do to the women who came into the shop.

And then, she walked in. She was a vision of sex, a woman with a voluptuous body and a dismissive look in her eyes. She was on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she walked towards me. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes fixed on her curves as she moved.

She was wearing an extravagant dress, one that hugged her body in all the right places. Her thighs were thick and curvy, and I couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around my cock, squeezing me dry. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought, and I quickly tried to dismiss it.

But it was too late. She had already approached me, her eyes fixed on me with a look of disdain. "I'll have a packet of cigarettes, please," she said, her voice dripping with condescension.

I quickly retrieved the packet, my hands shaking slightly as I handed it to her. "That'll be $7.50," I said, trying to sound calm.

As she fiddled with her expensive bag, trying to find the money, I couldn't help but fantasize about her rubbing my cock with her bare feet. I pictured her standing over me, her eyes flashing with amusement as she insulted me. "You're a pathetic little shit," she spat. "You're not even worth my time."

But as I looked up at her, I saw that she had caught my stare. She looked at me with absolute disgust, her eyes narrowing in distaste. I tried to ignore it, but it was too late. My boner had gotten harder, and I could feel my face burning with shame.

She quickly paid and left, leaving me feeling like a total idiot. I couldn't believe I had let my desires get the better of me. I was a cashier, for crying out loud. I was supposed to be professional.

But as I watched her walk out of the shop, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. I wanted her, I wanted to be dominated by her, to be treated like the pathetic little worm I was.

And as I stood there, feeling like a total loser, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find a woman who could fulfill my desires. A woman who could dominate me, who could treat me like the pathetic little worm I was.

But for now, I was stuck behind the counter, scanning the endless stream of customers, feeling like a total idiot.