Tag: bully

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It had been a year since the Halloween party where your brutish coworker had dressed as Boba Fett and preyed on your girlfriend’s intense dedication to staying in cosplay character. He convinced Slave Leia that her terrorist actions against a sovereign ruler of the former Republic, Jaba the Hutt, could sink the rebellion’s credibility. If the rebels took out sovereign rulers over personal vendettas, could they really be trusted as the torch bearers of democracy? So your girlfriend had agreed to go off with your bully, to an empty bedroom, and begin “proper slave training.” Beaten down by your coworker and told by your girl that, as Han Solo, you were too weak and blind from carbonite hibernation sickness to save her, you sat in the living room, miserable and anxious. You wondered what they were doing and drank yourself into unconsciousness. In the morning your girlfriend woke you up and made you drive her home. 

Since then, you had both mostly pretended it didn’t happen. The one talk had been brief. “I’m sorry I got carried away, baby! You know how I am about staying in character! Besides, he just like made me dance and follow commands. Mostly getting him drinks. Being his footstool while he watched TV was the worst of it.” “Um, what kind of dances?” “Nothing! Just like cage dancer stuff. I didn’t strip! I mean, I did sorta give him a lap-dance…But! I told him he had to follow club rules: no touching the girls; they touch you, not vice versa.” You weren’t quite sure that was better but chose to be willfully ignorant and to believe in your girlfriend as hard as you could. You adored her and thinking on your doubts hurt.

She began going to more conventions than ever before. She’d always put a lot of effort into her characters and costumes, engaging in various LARPs and narrative improvs. Usually as a badass female warrior from fantasy or scifi. Nothing too femme or revealing. Yet now all of her costumes were skimpy and she seemed to have singled out every fictional slave girl character, from Star Trek to Mad Max to Elder Scrolls to Gor. You used to go with her when work permitted but now you couldn’t bear it, making weak excuses. She didn’t push you hard to change your mind.

You coworker, “Boba,” wasn’t nearly as reticent about the subject of the party. The next work day after that fateful Halloween party he had come right up to your desk and thanked you for telling him all about your girlfriend’s hot costume idea. “Without you I never would have tried this silly LARP stuff you nerds are always going on about. It was dumb but I can’t say it wasn’t fun. Your girlfriend was really dedicated to her part. Got down on her knees like a real slave and went to work, you know? And it wouldn’t have been possible without your cowardly, weakened Solo. Props, man!” Your only advantage over your bully coworker had been the girlfriend he lusted after and couldn’t have. Then you’d foolishly bragged and gave him the last advantage. You felt so dispirited that when he asked to have you reassigned under him, you didn’t argue. Occasionally he sent you home with a gift “for the Missus.” A few were the new slave costumes she’d go on to wear. All contained long notes she didn’t let you see. Sometimes your new boss was out on work trips the same weekends your girlfriend was at conventions. Weird coincidences, surely.

Friends tried to get you to break up with your girlfriend but you wouldn’t hear them. Nothing was wrong. Eventually your bestie couldn’t take it anymore and made you sit down and click through a gallery he’d compiled. It had posts and photos from various convention message boards. At first you just saw your girlfriend in her barely-there slave outfits. You’d seen that. Maybe not while being hugged so tight by other cosplayers and sweaty nerds, but whatever. She was good at what she did. Screenshots of her posts showed her building up her characters and looking for “slave trainers” and “slave owners” to play with. That made sense, too, really. You couldn’t be a slave by yourself. Cryptic references to how “Master” wanted her trained properly were just artistic flourishes, probably. More photos now showed her holding a sign saying “Train Me! Will work 4 orders.” And other cosplayers holding her leash while she leaned against them devotedly or kneeled at their feet. Some of the men looked a bit like your boss but they wore masks. Those made you feel weird. Surely it was paranoia, though, right? Another photo showed her beaming as various men and women wrote on her exposed skin in sharpie. Clicking through you saw “grope me” on her lower back, “cosplay = consent” on her stomach and “dumb slave” on her forehead. She looked so happy.

“You know, I get that it seems bad. I appreciate that you care, I do, but I love and trust my girlfriend. It’s just roleplay. Fantasy isn’t cheating.”

Your bestie left in disgust. You got a buzz on your phone. Bully boss wanted you to work late again, on Halloween. You sighed and texted your girlfriend that you’d have to be very late to the party. She said it was okay. Such a sweetie. 

When 5PM rolled around on the 31st and Slave Leia showed in your office, you were confused but delighted. “Hey there Baby! I told you I have to work late. I’m so glad to see you, though! Wait…weren’t we going as

Hephaestus and Venus?” Your girlfriend bit her lip nervously and looked down. “Well, I mean, you couldn’t make it until who knows when…and I got a different offer…and you know I love having someone to LARP with, right?”

That’s when your boss emerged from his office, dressed as Boba Fett again, helmet in hand. “Slave! Do not speak to the riffraff unless I say you can.” “I’m so sorry, Master Fett! It won’t happen again! I’ve been training so hard to be a good slave. Please don’t tell Jabba!” He grabbed her chain leash, jerking it hard. “Hmph, we will see how trained you are. Though I do hope you have some Princess left in you for me to break.” She cooed. “And you, minion! Check that work in triplicate. Make a single mistake and there’ll be hell to pay. You may come watch me in action once you are done. Understood? Good. Now slave, show me your pleasure that I deign to be seen with you.” Your girlfriend went on tiptoe and you watched in horror as she kissed your bully deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her nearly naked body fully against his.

Bully, Reunited

Your wife Kimi loved
you and only wanted to help. She saw the way you were still traumatized by
memories of your high school bully, even after all these years. To be fair, he
had done some wild shit to you: encouraging you to john the wrestling team just
to torment you daily with brutal take-downs, pantsing you at a pep rally and encouraging
the cheerleaders to mock your small pecker (a couple had improvised a cheer),
getting you drunk and writing “dick slut” on your forehead in sharpie, the
list went on. It affected your confidence…even in bed. She figured if you could
just meet Adan as an adult, the fear would dissipate. Either he’d have matured
and apologize profusely or he’d be some immature man-child and would thus not
be worth fearing.

What your wife didn’t anticipate was that he’d act very
contrite and agree to go home with her to apologize to you ASAP, only to then convince
her to fuck him in your marital bed long before you arrived from work. Though
Adan had enough stamina to fuck her until you came back and found them.  From the living room you
heard her moaning and calling out about how much bigger, better and harder he
was. 

It was all the “apologetic” stories he’d told her about bullying you that
had done her in. He sounded so ashamed as he detailed hurting and humiliating her husband. Kimi couldn’t understand it, but hearing about you being mistreated drover her libido wild. She asked for more stories, more details. By the time he’d gotten to kicking your ribs in while you
writhed on the locker room floor after a good beating and how he’d then pissed
all over you and left you there with no change of clothes, well, by then her panties were soaked and she was writhing quite
a bit herself. Your old bully noticed and looked Kimi square in the eye, telling her to show him her tits. Entranced, she quickly nodded and pulled her top
down. The rest flowed naturally from there.

You burst into the room with no plan, just pure adrenaline.

“I’m! So! Sorry! Babe!” Your wife cried out to the cadence
of his thrusts.

“Get off of her!”

“Is that what you want, Kimi? You want me to stop fucking
you because your sissy, limp-dicked husband says so?”

Kimi moaned out while Adan insulted you and then looked
sheepishly your way. “No, M-master.” Then she lowered her head and whispered, “I’m
sorry.”

That was pretty much the end of your marriage, as you
watched your high school bully Adan cum unprotected in your wife’s pussy. She whimpered
and told him what a superior fuck he was and how this one afternoon of passion
had been better than years of sex with you. You heard that a lot in the coming
weeks. It seemed he needed a place to stay and Kimi quickly volunteered your
bed. They both got a thrill out of you watching their fuck sessions,
humiliated. To be fair, you were largely humiliated by how hard it got you.

One night your wife asked you to present your hands. She
took your wedding ring and gave it to Adan. He just laughed and pulled hers
off, too, throwing them in the trash. “I own you, bitch, but I don’t need a
ring to prove it.” She melted into his arms.

Adan soon had you running all his errands and serving him
like a maid. A slutty maid. He even got you an outfit to match (on your credit
card). Sometimes he’d call you home for lunch, while Kimi was at work, to suck
him off. He trained you into a good BJ queen. He’d also make you play
fluffer to him in between rounds fucking your wife. Kimi loved that. You all
did.

You slept in the guest room, of course. You didn’t see Kimi
much. Certainly not in a sexual or even romantic context. To your wife you were
basically just Adan’s toy and a live-in maid. Occasionally Adan would come in
late and make you suck him off. It was amazing he could still get hard, let
alone blow such large loads down your throat. After a few months he moved on to
fucking your ass, both late at night and during your special lunches. You hadn’t
been allowed to come for a long time when he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your
cock while fucking you from behind. “That’s a good boy. You have a nice little
dicklet. You like that? Yeah? Come for me. Now.” You came on cue, exactly when he
asked.

One week Kimi had to go out of town on business. Adan fucked
your holes savagely and sent photos to your (supposed) wife. Yet…he also fell
asleep in your new bed, spooning you. That made you feel tingly. You realized
your trauma from Adan’s high school beatings had washed away at some point
during the months he’d spend stealing your wife and domming you. Strange but
true. 

Adan started calling on you more often for lunch meet-ups. And he started kissing you. His kisses were sweet and passionate. Whenever Kimi was away for a night he slept with you or called you to the master bed. He told you to stop calling him Master, though. “That’s Kimi’s thing. Just call me Adan. Or Daddy.” He winked.

Seven months after this crazy mess had started, Kimi (still technically your wife), had another business night away. Adan ordered you to meet him at a
fancy restaurant for dinner. Your treat. Getting tipsy on cheap table wine and
giggling at his dumb jokes, you wondered if he liked you too? Surely not. He
just wanted a nice meal and a hole to fuck. That’s when he pulled out a small box
and presented it to you. Your stomach was in free fall. You opened it. It was your
wife’s wedding band. You just looked at him. He opened his palm and revealed
your wedding band before slipping it on his ring finger. He took Kimi’s and
placed it in front of your finger. “Will you?”

Tears in your eyes, you reached across the table and pulled
him by the lapels to your lips. Scattered nosy onlookers cheered, soon joined
by everyone. Sitting back with a big grin, Adan finished putting the ring on
your finger.

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!

“Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!”

“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”

“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”

“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”

“You heard the woman.”

“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.

”

“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”

At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”

Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.

“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”

You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.

“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”

You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.  

“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”

Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.

“Hey! Get off her!”

“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”

“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”

“Yessss!”

“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”

“N-no!”

“Get over here.”

You walked up to him, scared and confused.

He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”

You looked down. “no…” you whispered.

“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”

You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.

“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”

“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”

By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”

snapsfromyourbully:

You had to admit you looked pretty good in the outfit. You’r girlfriend had been encouraging you to run, shave, grow your hair. She said she liked pretty boys…

So why was she on her knees in front of this big hairy jock?!

“Ah my Fallen Angels. Please bring your newest initiate over here and put her on her knees so she can watch and learn from an old pro.”

You were in shock and they easily managed to drag you over and push you down. Your girlfriend was really going to town.

“Good. Good girl. Yes! Mmm, just like that. Notice how she cradles and sucks on the balls? That’s important. It’s not all about the shaft.” Just then you saw your girlfriend suck two of her fingers into her mouth. She pulled them out glistening, winked at you, and began working them into the bully devil’s asshole while she took his cock back in her mouth. “Goddamn! Mmm. Now that, James- excuse me I mean Janey, you’re Janey now – is an advanced technique.”

A little later you were being held down by the two friends while your girlfriend sodomized you with a strap-on. Your bully watched and offered tips. Eventually he grew impatient and took over. 

snapsfromyourbully:

Tell me how you would caption this pic. Best answer will be posted and will win a humiliation session

Baby, I know we said this would just be a one-time thing to get that jerk to stop beating you up. But…that’s just because I forgot what good sex was like. So could you just text your bully and let him know I need him again? Then you can leave for a while? Oh, and take that box of condoms! We won’t need it.

‘Princess’ had been your pet name for your girlfriend from the start. You even used it around others. Your mean coworker thought it was girly and a sign of weakness. He made fun of you frequently and mercilessly.

“You’re such a fucking beta, bro! ‘My princess!’ Eesh. But seriously dude you’re just giving her too much power worshiping her like that. A girl needs a man to take a stronger hand. Call her babe, chick, or slut even but not princess. Unless…is it like a sex thing? Does she dress up like a bimbo Disney princess and let you ravage her while she calls out for Prince Charming to save her?”

“What? Ew. No, we’re not into weird infantalizing and rapey stuff like that.”

“Yeah, right, dude! If she likes being called princess then she’d love being treated like one. You just need to make sure you get the better end of the deal. All girls secretly have rape fantasies. That’s what rape culture means.”

“I…that’s not…no.”

“You try getting raised to be a sex object and see what fantasies you end up with. I’m just helping girls who are already broken by the system achieve some joy.”

“Uh, you’re such a woke meathead, huh? That’s not us. We love and respect each other.”

“Sure you do, but she doesn’t call you her Prince, does she? Thought so. Wise up and give your girl what she craves or someone else will.”

Later that week your Princess mentioned the meathead had friended her on Facebook. She hated him but didn’t want to cause trouble for you so she accepted. You tried to get her to unfriend but she thought that would be more trouble than sticking it out.

Soon she started complaining about all the sexist, rapey memes he posted. Some to her wall! Just block him, you urged. But now she was looking at it as a sociological experiment. She wanted to understand the mind of a misogynist bro. Maybe she could change him.

That’s how she ended up agreeing to get coffee with him once a week. She didn’t tell you. He did. When you brought it up she just said she thought you’d overreact. He wasn’t as bad in person, she said. She was getting through to him. Though she did have to listen to his weird hypotheses about how women could find liberation by embracing objectification. So dumb, she told you.

So it was a surprise when she agreed to an exchange of principles. She’d dress really slutty all week and post OotD to instagram if he’d stop catcalling women and be really respectful instead. Then they’d see how much this changed each of their minds. He swore she’d like the attention if she just leaned into it for a while. She thought he’d come to find women responded to him better if he didn’t harass them. You hated this. But she wouldn’t back down.

At least you got most of the benefit of seeing her dress up. And he was nicer at work. You asked him about it.

“I figure you’re so emasculated that you’re basically a girl, dude, so I should be more respectful to you too.” Ugh. Had to ask.

At the end of the week you got this snapchat while they were out on their coffee date…

lady-killgrave:

lovewellwhipwell:

Hah !

(Source plz ?)

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.

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.”