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shadowbornkayla:

A GIFT FOR YOU
PART THREE
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“Yes mistress.” I said again, as she instructed me to cook her dinner for the fourth time this week.

My ankles were SO fucking sore, having had worn three-inch heels around the house to do all the housework for who I used to consider my girlfriend. Ever since she gained absolute control over me when that witch changed me into a blonde, she’s gotten a little out of hand.

“My pet,” she called me that now, I guess, “you’ve been such a doll, but I can’t help but miss the touch of a man.”

Alison stood close behind me, her fingers tracing the outline of my panties through the dress she made me wear. Over the past few days she’d made me wear all manner of feminine attire, even going so far as to buy me my own lingerie. The make-up and sexy poses she forced me in have almost become second nature…

“Mistress, does this mean you’ll turn me back into a man?” I asked, carefully, not giving eye contact as I tended to the meal.

“No, sweetie. It means I have a job for you tonight.” I could sense her menacing grin without looking. “I want you to find us a hot guy tonight and bring him here. I might even be willing to share him!”

The command was set. I grimaced as best as my face would let me. I felt Alison’s hand gripping my butt excitedly, leaning in to my neck to kiss me just below my ear. I swallowed, my eyes still focusing on my cooking, but knowing that my body would betray me and that I’d find myself taking some dude home with me tonight.

“W-why? Mistress, please…” I begged, knowing that it didn’t matter at this point.

“Mama wants dick, silly. And you don’t have a dick anymore. You’re too pretty for a dick. Isn’t that right?” She whispered into my ear, gripping my ass even harder, causing me to tense up.

“N-no… mistress, I can’t…” I shook my head. It was futile.

“Tell me you’re too pretty to have a dick.” She snapped.

“I’m too pretty to have a dick.” I replied, softly.

“That’s right!” She said, slapping my ass, causing a squeal to escape my lips. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense again, you hear me? If you’re going to talk about men, it will be like a horny woman looking for a good fucking.”

“B-but mistress, I just love cock! You know that, pl-please let me find a man tonight and bring him home to f-f-fuck me, too!” I clenched my fist, I didn’t want to say those things!

Alison plopped down on the couch and put her feet up. “We will see, my pet. We will see.” She mused further. “Your name is not Brett anymore, it’s Brittany now. Also, I want you to act confident and sexy around men. No more of this childish stuttering!”

I stared down at the food I was still preparing, my pampered blonde hair falling just into view. “Yes mistress.”

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My heels clicked on the cobblestones outside the bar I was headed for. My purse dangled lightly at my side. I didn’t really carry much on me, Angela said I probably wouldn’t need money.

I opened the door and was met by that familiar scent of booze and people. I scanned the room briefly, looking at the crowd for a suitable guy. In order to complete my command, I needed to score a hot man for my girlfriend.

Fuck this shit.

“Hey there, you looking for some company?” A drunk voice offered from behind me. I spun around and saw the guy checking out my ass.

Ugh. At least he wasn’t that attractive.

“Uhm, Yeah, but not with you. Sorry!” I smiled, turning back to the crowd and trying to make my way somewhere else.

“Pfft. Bitch.” I heard him spat. “Girls like you are always such cocksuckers. You should get a real man like me.”

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I felt strange… Like I had made a mistake? I turned around to look at him again, and realized he *was* hot! Fuck, how did I miss that?

“Sorry, um, what was your name again?” I asked, walking back to him. I noticed his tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me strangely.

“Uhh, Dave. Wait, you just turned me down…?”

“Mmhmm, but maybe I changed my mind? You seem like way more of a real man, you know…” I twirled my hair. I just needed to get him home to Alison. “I’m Brittany, and I have a girlfriend at home that would just LOVE to meet you.”

“Changed your mind… girlfriend…?” He seemed lost. “Look babe, I just want pussy. You look like a good fuck…” he looked me up and down again, “…but I kinda wish you had bigger tits! Haha!”

I rolled my eyes, wishing he was a little smarter than this. Then, my chest started to swell, and I looked down in horror as my tits expanded, pushing out my bra.

Shit.

“What the…” Dave gazed at my new breasts, mystified. “Did I do that?”

“I, uh, have to go…” I crossed my arms over my chest, somehow fighting against my programming. I needed to get out of there, FAST.

“N-no, girl, stay a while.” Dave leaned in, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “That’s interesting stuff. I wish you were a little shorter, too!”

I felt myself change further, shrinking down another few inches. “Uh… okay, I’ll stay…” I muttered. My feet wouldn’t allow me to move.

Dave looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Unfortunately for me, perhaps, the bar was crowded enough that no one was paying attention to us.

“Fuckin’ incredible. Come outside with me, Brittany.” He took my hand and I just… followed him. Conflicting thoughts rolled through my head: on one hand he was somehow also changing me, and on the other he was so fucking hot!

We went around the corner of the bar into the alleyway and he looked at me like he was crazed. “Take off your top.”

“Oh… okay.” I lifted my blouse over my head and revealed my now giant breasts to him. The bra I was wearing hardly covered them!

“What WON’T you do, babe!? Tell me you’re a good little cocksucker, too!”

“I’m a good little cocksucker, too…” I repeated to him.

“Hoo boy! I think I hit the fucking jackpot!” He cheered. “Forget about your little girlfriend, you’re coming with me!”

Girlfriend… girlfriend? “Um… what girlfriend?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him keep changing me like this! “Please, Dave, stop changing me… I can’t control it, you have to stop!”

“Pfft. And throw away a chance like this? You’re my girlfriend now, babe. And I want you to have a tattoo just like mine!” He laughed giddily.

My head was spinning. I put my arm up to my face and saw a swirl of ink crawling up it, creating an intricate tattoo sleeve. I thought I’d never had a tattoo before, but suddenly I felt like I could remember the pain I went through to get this one. I stopped to admire it before looking back at my drunk boyfriend still ogling my tits.

“God, Dave, why do you have to keep staring at my breasts? My eyes are up here.” I huffed, leaning into him. I was cold, and couldn’t for the life of me know why I would have removed my top out here.

He laughed again, seeming to sober up in the excitement. “Don’t be such a prude, Britt. You are a dirty little whore and you know it…”

Prude? Ha! I’ve never been a prude. “Mmhmm I know, baby.” I looked both ways to see if anyone might be watching, then got down on my knees in front of him. After all, I was a good little whore that loved sucking cock. I’ll show him!

“Gimme your dick, baby…” I said, reaching for his belt. He clumsily undid his pants and released his massive dick, and I didn’t want to wait. I slurped it into my mouth like a lollipop and feasted. It was sooo hot and musky!

“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, girl. Ohh yeah.” He thrusted his dick deeper into my slutty little face, gripping my hair until it hurt. “Your name is Steph now, a good name for a cock slut Iike you! Come home with me.”

I licked his tasty precum and smiled up at my hunky boy toy. “Yeah, that’s my name, so, like, what? We gonna fuck at home? I want you to have sex with me right here!”

“Wish granted.” He took my hand and gestures me to stand up. He grabbed my waist and lifted my dress up until he could tug my panties down my hips. I leaned forward onto the brick wall in front of me and giggled.

“Oooh yes,” I said as I felt his wet dick tip rub against my ass. I was so horny, I wanted to explode!

“It would be hotter if you begged me,” I heard him say. “Beg me like a dumb broad.”

I NEEDED this! “Mmmm please baby, fuck me? Pleeeease? My pussy is so fucking wet, hon, put it in- oohhhhHH!”

I squealed as his dick slid into my dripping clit, and he wasted no time pumping his hard cock up inside me. My hands pressed against the rough wall as my world was transformed to dirty brick and flesh and cum. This was who I was, a dirty girl fucking her boyfriend in an alleyway.

“Yes, yes, yes, mmmm you’re so hard baby, please fuck me harder!” I screamed! I didn’t care! I was my man’s little dirty whore and if everyone at that bar found out I’d be turned on more! I massaged my clitoris as he fucked me from behind, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy rocked me.

When he finally finished with me my cunt leaked his semen, and I pulled my panties up to start soaking it up. God I felt so god damn amazing!! I kissed my boyfriend with my stinky dicksucking mouth and playfully patted his hard crotch.

“Let’s do that again sometime, stud.” I winked, brushing my tousled hair back into place to regain some semblance of my feminine dignity.

He took my hand and called us a cab to go back to his place.

Mmm, careful what you program your girl for.

They let her keep her secret identity. No one really cared. They wanted to expose her body, to rape it. The only thing they wanted to destroy was what she stood for. And they did. 

She saw multiple opportunities to escape. To take these low level operators down. But she didn’t. The evidence of her humiliation was out there. It was too late. Sure, she could probably get to it all with her particular skill set, delete it. But she couldn’t erase everyone’s minds…. but who would believe it was really her? 

Still, she hesitated over and over. The reality was she couldn’t erase her own mind. Convince herself it was all a lie. Deep down she believed she was a silly, worthless slut. The proof was repeated each night as she moaned out her pleasure at her own debasement. 

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thats just mean – love it

It had been a mistake coming to the beach with Jessica and her friends. I knew she hated me. But I didn’t know anyone in town and so when she suddenly invited me for an outing I jumped on it. They all were acting too nice. They didn’t even mock me for my accent like usual. Though they couldn’t seem to help themselves from disparaging my ‘prudish’ bathing suit. Did my culture not believe in sinful bikinis, Jess asked. Jake and Molly sniggered. Idiots.

Eventually I needed to pee and was glad for the excuse to get away. Molly pointed me in the vague direction of the shower house. There were only showers… As I anxiously walked around looking for bathrooms, I felt hand brush across my back and then a click sound. I’d been ‘brushed’ often enough on the subway to know that confronting a creep was no good, so I just reached back to swat the hand away. But I found a rubber tube? I spun and my bathing suit was pulled downward by the bike lock that was suddenly locked around my suit and the fence. I cried out and reached to cover my breasts, just barely catching the clink of a key dropping into a strange box nearby and a figure running away.

Was that…Molly? And was this Jake’s bike lock? I knew they didn’t like me, but this was a bit much. After a few minutes I couldn’t find a way out other than removing my bathing suit to go get the key from the box. Then I could unlock my suit. Fortunately I was behind the shower building where no one seemed to go. Covering as much as I could, I shrugged out of the suit and crawled over to the box. I could feel the cool ocean breeze all over my naked skin. Even on my…embarrassingly wet pussy. I was practically dripping! Why?! 

Pushing the thought away, I reached my hand inside to get the key. The interior of the box felt weirdly small and metallic. And the more I groped around, the smaller it felt. Finally I grasped the key and yanked my hand out. The box came with it! Or, part of it. The sides fell away and I found my wrist encircled by both the top of the box and a handcuff! Which was bolted to the concrete?! 

Now I was done for. Here I was, at the beach, in public, and somehow both naked and chained to the ground. Ughhhh. I should have just called for help at first but it seemed embarrassing. Now it was so much worse. And my pussy was on fire! Ugh. Not to mention I had to pee. I held off for long minutes, but no one came by and I couldn’t bear to call out. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight, but this situation was crazy. So…I just peed. Right where I crouched, all around me. The puddle was big.

That’s when I heard Jessica, of course. “Chan-chan! Where are you? Where did you go my sweet chinadoll?” Ugh. “Are you lost? Did you fall in? Oh! There you are, Chan-chan. Oh my, what a predicament. Is this how your people use the bathroom? I’m afraid that’s not considered appropriate here. Crawling around in your own urine. Very foul.” Molly and Jake were bowled over laughing. “But no, I really should be more accepting. If this is what makes you comfortable, I won’t shame you. In fact, I’ll join you.”

With that Jessica dropped her bikini briefs and walked out of them. Her foot flashed forward, kicking me over into my own puddle. I exposed my body trying to catch myself. Jessica stood over me, one leg on either side. I tried to tell her this was all a big misunderstanding, but I only managed to get a few words out before her golden stream cut me off promptly. It splashed all over my chest, my face, got in my hair…my mouth. I swallowed instinctively. Gross. Though actually it didn’t taste like much besides warm water.

“O. M. G. The bitch swallowed it. I guess this really is an honor for her. Jake! Molly! Get over here and show her some respect.” Jessica sat on my chest and held my nose while Jake and then Molly peed in my mouth. She wouldn’t let go until I swallowed it all. My face burned. And so did my aroused pussy.

soulcorruptor:

“Why do you keep fighting the Patriarchy?”

“Because it’s an outdated societal structure that gives too much power to men.”

“What’s outdated about it?”

“Are you honestly asking? Well, clearly society is better off when women get some of the power too.”

“Oh really? What would women do with that power?”

“Well, I’d use it to make things better for everyone!”

“Better how?”

“I’d make things more equal!”

“Is equal always better?”

“Of course it is!”

“Are you sure?”

“Whoa, your voice just got…really…weird…”

“Are you sure equal is always better?”

“Am I…no..what?”

“Focus on my voice. Is equal always better?”

“Is…equal…better? I…”

“The poles of magnets are not equal. Magnets are attracted to opposites. Weakness is drawn to power.”

“Drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re weak and therefore drawn to power.”

“I’m…weak…drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re so weak that fighting is exhausting.”

“Yes…so tired…”

“You’re not made to fight. You’re too weak to fight. You’re made to surrender.”

“Too…weak to fight….”

“You’re too weak to fight. Too weak to resist. You can’t help but surrender.”

“Can’t resist…must surrender…”

“Yes. Surrender. Surrender is sexy. Fighting is not.”

“Surrender…is…sexy…”

“Do you want to fight anymore, little girl?”

“No…no fight…I surrender…”

“Good girl. Surrender to me. Show me your tits.”

“Yes…Sir…”

“Excellent. Surrender is sexy. You are too. You’re sexy porn for me now.”

“Surrender…sexy..I am porn.”

“You are porn, and porn girls take cock without question.”

“Porn girl…take cock without question…”

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet, so soft. You’re wet, soft and weak, a perfect slave.”

“”Wet, soft and weak…perfect slave.”

“Fuck, I came deep inside you. Go get your best friend while I recover. We’ll enslave her too. Teach her that surrender is sexy.”

“Yes Master…enslave more girls…surrender is sexy. We surrender to you.”

***Thank you for submitting your tits, @cloudxcar. They were perfect inspiration for this post.***

Mmmm, weak and soft. Surrender…

The best friend had hated you pretty openly from the start. Your girlfriend was devastated and finally arranged to get you two to hang out. “You’ll like each other once you just give it a chance,” she’d said.

Her best friend had spent the whole time being alternately sulky and snarky. Eventually you were at a bar and she just laid into you. You’d never be good enough for her friend, you’d always be a loser, and she should just fuck a real man and get you out of her system. You, meanwhile, were getting very hard. If she went on you just might cum right there without any physical stimulation.

“Oh my god! Are you fucking aroused by this?! What are you some sort of sick pervert?”

You just nodded meekly. She laughed uproariously. The BF browbeat you until you told her all about cuckolding and your fantasies. She thought that was just perfect. She agreed to “help” you. From that day on she took your girlfriend out every chance she got, saying she needed your girlfriend’s help finding Mr Right. Of course the friend was wearing your girlfriend’s defenses down; encouraging her to dress slutty, dance with guys, flirt juuust a little. The BF sent you gleeful updates. She was sure your girlfriend would cheat on you soon and leave you. You couldn’t wait. 

My husband had been devastated when I told him I was cheating on him. After crying a little he turned to me and said, “so it’s over, right?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Baby, you’re so cute. Idunno, he’s just really good, you know? Do you really mind that much?”

“YES!”

“Haha, okay okay. But, like, he’s just so young and always hard and ready to go. He doesn’t last as long as you, but he makes up for it by the third time around. And by then I feel so spent and full of cum.”

“You fuck him unprotected?!”

“Oh don’t worry, I saw his test results before we started going bareback. And you don’t fuck anyone else. So we’re all fluid bonded safely.”

“You make me use condoms! And you’re not on birth control!”

“Now sweetie, you know I’m religious about the rhythm method. I swallow his seed when I’m ovulating.”

“At least there’s that. What an image. Ugh. Fuck, honey, are you breaking up with me or what?”

“No no, we’re married, baby. That means something. You make me feel so happy and secure. I want to have a life with you, raise a family. It’s just, I want to fuck him. I want to have sex with a guy who gets hard for me.”

“I get hard!”

“Yeah, but it takes so long! The whole thing takes so long! Which can be nice, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes I just want a quick, brutal fuck!”

“You can’t just break our wedding vows because you want to sleep around…” he said, looking down, unable to meet my eyes.

“I mean, hehe, I already did. Can’t I just have, like, romantic fidelity to you and sexual fidelity to him?”

“Fidelity to him?!”

“Well not exclusivity, but he is better. Maybe we could renew our vows? Show you and our friends my heart is yours, no matter who my pussy belongs to.”

“Belongs!? Honey, I can’t take this…” He turned away and sobbed a little. “At least give me a chance, to win you back?”

“Hmmmm. That’s interesting. Okay, how about this? He’s coming over Thursday while you’re at work. He’ll fuck me, as usual. Probably two or three times. Then instead of leaving, he stays until you come back. Then you get to compete just like you want. Nope, no take backs now. Rules are simple. Whoever gets hard first gets to fuck me. Now he’s younger so that’s why he gets the handicap of fucking me three times first. It’ll be difficult for both of you. As soon as the fucking starts, the loser has to masturbate. Let’s be honest that’ll probably be you. If the loser can cum before the one fucking me ejaculates, they earn the right to continue having sex with me in the future. BUT if one of you fails at both tasks that means that you don’t get to fuck me again until the other says it’s okay, if ever. Seem fair.”

“No! But I don’t really have a choice so okay.”

“Yay! This’ll be fun! I haven’t been this excited for a ‘date night’ with you in years!””

I felt guilty that I was keeping from him the knowledge that I was already pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby. Ever since we’d decided to get me knocked up under my husband’s nose it had felt so terrible and yet so delightfully sinful. I had determined to tell my husband all at once in the end. But when he said “win you back” I just couldn’t resist toying with him more. Plus, what fun it would be if he lost the right to fuck me altogether while I made him raise another man’s child?