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When you started dating your girlfriend she had warned there would be “complications”. You were obsessed and madly in I love so you agreed to do “whatever it takes” to be with her. 

That’s when she sheepishly brought out The Contact. It said someone named Lucas Tipton owned your girlfriend’s body and was entitled to “ravage her whenever he so pleases.” What the hell?! He was her ex, she explained. She’d been into his kinks and so signing away her bodily autonomy had just seemed really hot at the time. Nothing in the contract had forbidden her from dumping the asshole when she grew wise to his womanizing. Unfortunately, according to the rules, only he could release her from her obligations. 

Surely this wasn’t legal? “No,” she replied, looking away, “but my Papa brought me up to respect men and always honor my agreements and promises. I hate it, I do, but I just can’t dishonor myself and my Papa by turning back on my word. He may not keep his promises, but I do. I can’t sink to his level. I know this is weird, but…can you still love me?” Of course you could. You had no choice but to love her. 

That’s how you ended up with a girlfriend who fucks her ex more than she does you. Oh, at first she tried to keep parity, but more and more these days she’s just too tired and sore. You hate it, but you love each other. And you respect her sense of duty and trust. Sure, sometimes you wish it was a little less… Like when she earnestly thanks every cat-caller for their compliments and complies with their demands that she “twirl for me, show me what you got.” Or how she abandons you at the drop of a hat when her ex texts her a booty call. Or worse, the appointment she has to get a clit piercing and tramp stamp tattoo reading ‘Luke’s Bitch’. But what can you do? “I’m so sorry babe, but he owns my body; I take that seriously. And it’s not like I’m not his bitch. But I’m your love, honey.”

curiositycure:

jerkoffpics:

JerkOff / Handjobs @ Jerkoffpics

The bet was a hand job. I didn’t know she was going to jerk him off all over her tits like that.

At first I was just glad I hadn’t lost to Greg. When I realized my girlfriend had to jerk off my work rival, I was perturbed but still relieved. I hated the guy and was disgusted by him. My girlfriend at least thought I was overreacting. This would be over soon. 

Then Greg insisted that a “real” hand job was either “on the bitch” or “in her mouth.” I called foul but my girlfiend just agreed. What the hell?! She said that was true. It wasn’t a proper HJ unless the giver tasted the cum or was marked. To do otherwise showed disdain, she said. I distinctly remembered her jerking me into some Kleenex but I was too confused and embarrassed to say so. Then she started removing her pants and top. Ummm? 

“He looks like he packs a punch, babe. Don’t want to walk home all stained. Remove your clothes too, okay, Greg? I don’t want to feel like the odd girl out.” He complied, sneering at me. “Very nice. Okay, now just focus on my tits and face. That’s right, ogle me. Now mark this bitch. You won; you’re the man.” She kept up this patter as she jerked him. “You beat your rival. Claim his woman. Good. Demean him. Show my boyfriend who’s boss.” When he finally came all over her, she giggled and leaned in. She kissed his cock and licked it clean. “Mm, you even taste like a winner.” She scooped up his cum off her chest and swallowed it. “I can’t get enough. Babe, get over here and taste your better’s leavings. Now! Good. Show your submission. Yes, taste it, love it.”

slavetocaptions:

Your best friend is training your girlfriend to be his perfect slut

You’d told your best friend in confidence that your gf, the girl of your dreams, had turned out to be really hesitant and inexperienced in bed. At first the fact that she turned so many guys down made her irresistible. But after months of wooing, and being elated to finally get her, you were kinda let down. She was so hot and you loved her, but what could you do?

Your best friend decided to “help.” He sent screenshots of the convo to your girlfriend. At first she didn’t believe him. So they met up and she looked through his phone to prove it wasn’t just photoshopped. She cried a lot but your friend held her and reassured her. She could learn to be better at sex; that’s what everyone did. But she said she was too mortified, too embarrassed to ask you for tips now. She didn’t even think she could bear to have sex with you at all now, knowing how you felt. 

Your “friend” told her that he would help her gain the confidence and skills she lacked. He was good at it; he had had practice. She’d heard of his reputation, right? “Yes, they call you the ‘virgin slayer.’ I always thought it was disgusting, but now I just feel…like a silly, inadequate prude.” No worries, he told her, he’d make her far more than adequate. By the time he was done with her, she’d be the best lay her boyfriend had ever had.

—–

Months later, your girlfriend told you she was ready to have sex again after she’d taken some time off. But again it was disappointing…for her. Now you were the one who was too hesitant and inexperienced. She’d been fucking your best friend nonstop this whole time and she craved a man who knew what he wanted and took it. 

That night she cried in his arms and begged him to help her again. She loved you. “Please, teach him to fuck, too?”

And that’s how you ended up handcuffed to your bed, being fucked in the ass  by your best friend while your girlfriend gave you tips. “That’s it, legs apart. Get in a rhythm with him. Notice how he holds and guides your hips to help match his thrusts? Follow his lead. Good girl. Now feel how he reaches between your legs to give your boy-clitty some stimulation? Sometimes a girl needs the help, okay? Mmm, I can see you are feeling how nice it is. Remember that. Okay, so we’re going to keep you from cumming but I’ll remove your blindfold so you can watch him fuck me and see how a real man does it. If you’re good, I’ll remove the gag so you can learn to eat me out after he cums. Awww, are those tears of gratitude? You’re so welcome, baby, I love you too.”

ultramonstercockbully:

I love how scared you losers get at just the thought of me

I know he’ll be furious if her finds her topless when he comes by. “Please, honey! Just put your clothes back on. It’s fine that you fuck him, but don’t make him angry at me, okay?”

“Babe! That’s so selfish! You know I can’t come unless you’re bruised or crying.”

“I…I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“Sir, please, I’m so sorry if I’ve done anything to not seem subservient enough. Please let me wash your car? And just ask me when you want something?”

Enrique looks startled at first like you’ve found him out, then disgusted, and then he smirks and hands you the keys before taking your girlfriend’s hand and leading her to your bedroom. “Make sure to get the hubcaps, bitch!” he calls back as she giggles.

ruthless-lust:

Salt Lick

He’d been so angry about your bold declaration that he’d gone off and told her about it. That had been a huge mistake. She seemed more intrigued than offended. 

You really just said it aloud like that, in front of all your coworkers and his? 

“Yes, can you believe the nerve?” 

Barely, but she was warming up to the idea. And what did her husband say? 

“Well what could one say to such an inappropriate comment in public? I wandered off while my coworkers laughed. It was humiliating” 

Her husband just ran away?! And had you said anything else, she asked, flushing. 

“Yeah, he said to run off and tell my wife she’d be sucking his cock within the week and she might want to practice deep throating on something decent sized. Like a big cucumber. What a dick.”

Yes, what a dick…she mumbled. So…um, her husband had done as asked then? And not challenged the coworker declaring dominance?

“Exactly, you get it. It’s not worth rising to the challenge of these stupid alpha males. Just don’t engage. I’m glad I can tell you about it.”

Yes, good job. Her husband was a good boy, she assured him. Later that night she unlocked his phone and retrieved your number. My husband told me what you said, just like a good boy, she texted.

devotedtoyourhappiness:

If you ever tried other mans cum you never go back. You will be always a cuckold

Once you eat cum from her pussy it seals the deal. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. 

Let her give you a handy. You won’t be getting anymore than that – unless he decides so, anyway. It’ll make you feel better. While she does it, at least. Then you’ll crash and feel even worse and more shameful. But repeat this enough and the cycle of fear, pleasure and shame will all meld. Become all that you know of sex. All you crave.

“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”

“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”

“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“

“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”

“R-right.”

“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”

“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”

“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”

*cheek kiss*

“And you…don’t want to date me.”

“I’m so glad you understand.”

“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”

“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”

“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”

“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”

*whimper*

“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”