No? Why am I naked? Oh, that. Yes, I know I said I was going to wear that sexy new bikini you got me. And I totally did! It fit, great, babe! And it looked amazing, right Simon?
See, your little brother agrees. Aww, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see me in it. Another time. When you aren’t being so offensively jealous and controlling, not to mention sexist. Yes, I told your kid brother all about how you didn’t want me sharing pictures of my own body. And how unfair I thought it was that he got to be topless all the time, even in public, while I have to cover my nipples and areolas with these little triangles of fabric as some sort of ritual sacrifice to the gods of modesty. Well Simon totally backed me up. But in fact he thought it was also unfair that I got to see his pecs all the time while I hide mine from him. And honey, you know how much I admire your little brother’s physique, so I couldn’t really say he was wrong, mmmm.
Hmm? Oh yes, sorry, I was just appreciating his pecs again. So I took my top off to make us even. Baby, don’t be like that. The micro swim top barely covered anything anyway. See, Simon agrees.
Well but in the interest of fairness I had to point out that even his speedo briefs covered way more than my thong bottoms. So I gave him a wedgie! And slapped his ass. I admit that was a bit too far. I’m sorry. So I let him spank me in repentance. But he spanked me really hard! Several times. You so did, Simon! I screamed so loud I bet even my husband heard. See?
Well, I was angry and we horsed around a bit. In a fit of rage, I pulled down his swimsuit. I wasn’t thinking! And then I got really distracted. But you can’t really blame him for being so hard after all the commotion. It’s a natural response. And you can’t really blame me for being so transfixed. I couldn’t believe it was so big! So I just nodded when he said it was only fair that I let him pull down my bottoms. It’s true enough. And so here we are, naked. But I am his big sister (in law) and he is my kid brother (in law) so it’s not a big deal. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t have to have shame or secrets between them. Just calm down. I told you jealousy is not a good look. And it’s a bad example to set for your brother.
The straw in my pussy? Oh, um, I mean, in fairness…yes, I have an explanation! It’s just, I saw his cock and he hasn’t seen yours since you were kids. He was just curious how he was growing. And they say you need to encourage young men, so I was just…giving a visual example…of what it looks like when you and I fuck…
It was such a hot plan. you’d been gunning for your friend’s wife for so long. When he suggested a wife swap for a night, you jumped on it immediately. Sadly his wife didn’t do the same when you got back to her bedroom. She looked skeptical. By the time she got it fully erect, she started laughing. It really hurt when she pulled out her phone. Was she going to take shame pictures? This was a nightmare. Wait, no, it was a nightmare when you realized she had facetimed your wife, who was in the middle of sucking off your best friend, in your marital bed. She picked up without letting his, apparently huge, cock out of her mouth.
“Bitch! I got screwed on this deal! And not in a good way.”
Your wife took a break, jerking him in one hand. “Sorry, baby, but you see what I have to deal with there. I couldn’t let this offer pass me by after the stories you told. But, like, why don’t you just come over? I doubt your husband would mind a second, would you?”
Off to the side: “Hell no!”
“Mmm, that’s more like it. But what do we do with small wonder over here?”
“Leave him. But keep the connection open. I want him to watch.”
“Naughty! Okay, cuck, don’t cum on my phone. If you do, you never get to watch again. Got it?”
I was working in an office during summer break from college. It was sort of an internship, but I actually got paid. It was a lot of fun and felt like some good job experience. I was basically a secretary but I got to manage a few people too and they were talking about a real job after I graduated. So I wasn’t worried when my boss called me into his office, until I saw the dour look on his face.
“Please close the door. This is a little sensitive. No, don’t sit.”
I stood awkwardly in front of my older boss as he looked me up and down in my black skinny jeans, black silk dress shirt, plugs and bleached hair. My boss was a bit of a silver fox. His attention made me shiver.
“You know how we monitor the internet traffic of our employees.”
“Wha-…N-no, sir.” I stumbled over my words, blushing.
“It’s in the handbook you agreed to be bound by when you started. You really should read it. There’s lots of…liberties we can take.”
“Oh?”
“Yes…well, more to the point, IT sent word you’d been spending more and more time going to non-work sites. No worries, they don’t see the specifics. It all gets flagged by the system and obfuscated, but I was sent the list to review. Standard practice. I expected Facebook, Twitter, porn. Unimportant stuff we don’t care about. But it seems you’ve been spending hours each day browsing transgender sites. MTF, specifically. Instructional, supportive, some…lewd.”
“I’m so terribly sorry, sir! It won’t happen again! I was still getting my work done, I swear! It was for a friend!”
“Hush, hush. No, no, quiet your hysterics. I’m not firing you. You’ve made me realize that our health insurance doesn’t cover gender transition, or whatever you call it. I’m in talks with HR to get that fixed. Would you like that?”
“Ummm, yes sir, but I’m a temp employee. I don’t get benefits. And I’ll be back in school soon.”
“Yes, about that. Well, what’s more important, being a girl or being a college graduate?”
He had me there. I was quivering. From anticipation, fear, confusion, eroticism. “A g-girl, sir?”
“Good! Glad to hear. No one cares if an airhead secretary finished college. So how about you drop out and come be my assistant full time? Then you can start taking hormones immediately. Don’t even bother to officially drop, actually. Failing out of college will get you so much more in the proper mindset for your new life.” I just nodded, dumbstruck. Some part of my mind screamed at the degradation and sexism, but my libido had teamed up with my gender euphoria and was firmly in control.
“You know I like you, right?” my boss continued. “How much I’ve come to depend on you? It would be cruel to leave me now. I know we were grooming you for ‘better’ things but I think you’ll agree that the real best thing for a dumb bimbo like you isn’t to be a manager but rather my secretary”
I nodded, mouth slightly agape, drooling.
“I’m so glad you understand! I normally like cute young girls as my secretaries. When I got you I was initially disappointed. And then worried at how much I…enjoyed having you serve me. It didn’t help what a pretty thing you were. I felt very confused since I don’t like guys. Plus, the other upper managers teased me, y’know? ‘Roy, how’s that assistant treating you? Is it true men are better at giving head?’“
“I’m, uh, sorry, sir. I should have, um, told you sooner?”
“Yes, you should have. Trust your boss. I can’t help if I don’t know the truth. Well, the important thing is I know you’re a girl now and I can rest easy. I don’t have to feel weird about wanting to plow you. Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to sexually harass you.”
“Oh, um, no offense taken. It’s…a little flattering.”
“Just like a girl! You know how many girl secretaries I’ve had that eagerly jumped on my cock?”
“No?”
“Me neither! A dozen? Most of them, in any case. By the end. Girls like powerful, older men. They like being put in their place. Do you?”
God, how did he have me so spot-on? I was just about to cream my panties.
“…yes, sir.”
“See, you’re such a good girl! Who could argue with that? Idiots.”
Tears were forming in my eyes. “*sniff* thank you, sir.”
“What should I call you? Do you have a new name picked out?”
I nodded and spoke meekly, “K-Kendra, sir.”
“Kendra! Lovely name. I’ll get HR on that. Now, Kendra, you’ll get more hours and the chance for overtime, but you’ll make less per hour, of course.”
“Wh-what? But why?”
“Silly girl. Women make less than men. You want to be a woman, right?”
I nodded, dazed.
“Good! Plus it will offset the cost of adding trans coverage to our health plan. Just think of all the supposed men we could be paying 22% less! Sure, there will be migration in the opposite direction, too, but I think our misogynist culture will keep most of them away. And draw your lot like a moth to the flames”
Fuck! He had my number. I was squirming.
“Well I can see I have you intrigued. Show me that big clitty of yours. Yes…now! Mmm, not bad. Though I suspect no one ever mistook it for a real cock. Not just that it’s a bit small for a cock, but everything about you. It just doesn’t add up that you could be anything but a girl.”
Tears were falling down my face as I stood before my boss with my erect clit out. “yes, sir.”
“Mmmm, now strip for me. You want it, right? Good. Now take off all your clothes. Let me see your slutty girl body. Wow, what a perfect canvas for a new girl to start from. I can’t wait to watch it develop. Okay, now I’m going to suck that clit. You’re not to fuck anyone with your clit, anymore, you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. Now only use this pussy back here. If you decide to shrink that clitty and get another pussy, then you can get fucked there, too. But be a good girl. No topping.”
I whimpered as he sucked me. Eventually I was wracked with an orgasm and he let my juices fall all over my stomach and chest.
“Just rub that in. Yes, use your hands. It’ll dry eventually and then you can get dressed. You’ll smell of sex all day, like a proper slut.”
Then he started fucking my ass (um, pussy?). He rubbed some of my own lubrication in there. I moaned with abandon in his office, wondering who could hear.
“Now about those stock boys you manage. I know you like supervising people, but it just isn’t seemly for a good girl like you to be ordering men around. Even if they are just teenage layabouts. It would damage their morale. But, I’m not a cruel man. And I’ve overhead that they like you; in fact, they want to get you in a dress and bend you over as I am. Clever boys. So I’ll let you still work with them. It’s just that the only commands you can give them will be mine. Any input you have for them will be more of a…suggestion. As men, young and immature though they may be, you are to respect their greater aptitude for logic and critical thinking. If they countermand or question you, thank them for their input. If they try anything…well, understand it’s good for morale. Got it?”
“Y-yes, sir! Fuck! How are you so good at this?”
“Thanks, Kendra. I have decades of experience bringing impressionable young girls to heel. Now, we’ll send out an office-wide email Monday congratulating you on your new position, letting people know about your name and pronouns, and letting everyone know that if they need anything at all that you are here to help anyone in any way you can. Sound good?”
“Fuck! Ahhh. Yes, sir!”
“You might want to apologize to the stock boys for ever putting yourself over them. I’ll set up a meeting, okay?”
There is always a process you sluts go through when you slowly have to work through just why all this degrading and filthy porn gets you so wet, even when society tells you only vanilla sex is normal. Lets take a visual look at just what you go through so you can figure out just what step you’re on now.
Step 1: Shock
From the first time you happened across not so vanilla porn you were surprised just how much is resonated with you. You couldn’t fathom that someone could like this so you just told yourself you were disgusted by it. Yet even after you got over the initial shock you found your mind always wandering back to just how happy she looked serving a man.
Step 2: Denial
You just cant keep those filthy thoughts out of your head and instead of accepting that they get your cunt wet you keep lying to yourself and telling yourself they are wrong, or that only freaks like that stuff. Even as you feel your cunt drip you choose to ignore the heat rising in your body and instead focus on the fact that you’re a “strong independent woman”.
Step 3: Anger
You suddenly find yourself filled with the need to prove you’re not into being degraded or talked down to. Maybe you go join a feminist rally to yell in men’s faces so you can forget about just how much you wish they would just tell you to shut up and suck their cock. Usually this phase lasts until the slut simply cant take it anymore and gives in, moving us to the next step.
Step 4: Bargaining
You keep telling yourself it’s just a harmless fantasy, that just because you masturbate to women being abused and humiliated, it doesn’t mean you want that done to you. Many sluts that come to my blog are stuck on this phase, and need a bit of help accepting what they are.
Step 5: Guilt
Naturally the next thing you sluts feel is an overwhelming sense of guilt as you slowly begin to accept that you get off to male superiority, and that the thought of being controlled and used by men gets you wetter than you thought possible. You find yourself just hoping that none of your friend or family find out what a dirty slut you are so you shamefully delete your history after every masturbation session.
Step 6: Acceptance
Finally after so many amazing orgasms and hardcore fucks your mind can finally rest easily as you accept your place as an inferior fuck toy. No more fighting yourself, no more shame or fear that you will change forever, you know what you are and you even find it funny you fought it for so long. Now you let men decide the things for you, as you focus on more important things like looking sexy and making men cum.
You’d worked for years to get out of this sick relationship with your controlling ex-girlfriend. I was hard. You had to trick her into taking the cage off. The you ran, naked, into the night. You’d been arrested but you managed to get free.
So you’d been horrified half a year later when she showed up in the city you’d moved to, at your gym. For a while she just smirked at you from across the room. After several weeks, she approached you while you were bench pressin and held the bar down on you so you were trapped.
“I’m not here to get you back, loser. See, you signed a contract. I own you for life. Just making sure you know that.” Then she kneed you in the crotch, very hard, and walked away.
After that she left you alone for a while. You even met a girl. A nice, normal one. She liked how gentle and kind you were…
I’ve been dating Alexia, my girlfriend for over a year now. She has been the love of my life during all this time, She’s great. She
behaves like a leader, she has done martial arts since she was a child,
she is one of the feminist activists of the university, and she loves
me with madness. But
the bad thing, is that I’ve never known if I’m a real lesbian, the
truth is, that I’ve never enjoyed sex with her as I do with a man.
Over a week ago, the gym where she trains, prepared a sparring session, to prepare Alexia for a fight soon. His rival was a rookie boy of his own weight, named Davis. My
girlfriend was very confident, and a little cocky, she told me she was
going to knock out Davis still with the protective helmet on.
The day of the sparring arrived and the noob knocked out Alexia in 12 seconds. He left her unconscious in the ring, while the other guys on the gym laughed and recorded her. The worst thing about it … I got extreamly horny when I find out what happened.
The
following days to that have been hell for Alexia, they harass and Bully her every day, they don’t stop playing the video of the defeat, they imitate the way she fell to the ground, and they call her degrading names. Davis is now a kind of Hero in the gym, they call him “smasher of feminism”. I don’t know how Alexia is holding it.
I decided to go and talk to them directly, confront them so they would stop harassing my girlfriend. At first they laughed at me, so I went to talk to Davis in the locker room, but when I entered I found him naked in front of me.
His
penis was huge, and I could not stop looking at it, I began to explain to
him that I was Alexia’s girlfriend, and I needed him to stop
attacking her. The words came out little by little, I could not concentrate with Davis’s penis in front of me, until he interrupted me. -Take out your tits. He said, I looked at him without knowing what to say, -Take out your tits cunt. He repeated. -Yes Sir. I
answered while I took my tits out, he have slapped me around a little,
My boobs, my face and my ass, then I put my on my knees and I started to
suck his dick and balls, he fucked my face merciless. After
a few minutes of intense facefucking he took it out and started jerking
directly on my face, while I was offering my tits to him. He started to cum in my face and tonge, a huge load that made a mess. He fucked my face for a minute after that, and told me: -Now get out, but do not clean your face cunt. I got up, but before leaving, with a shame look in my face I said: -Thank you for putting me and my girlfriend in our place. He smiled and answered: -You’re welcome dyke. I
left the gym with all the guys looking and laughing at my cum covered
face, they took pictures and two of them actually slapped my ass. I supose that my relationship will be over when the guys show Alexia the photos of her girfriend cum covered by her bully.
When my husband and I were ready to start a family, I should have tried harder to behave myself. I really really should have at least not done it with someone whose baby would very obviously not be my husband’s.
But as soon as I went off birth control, my sex drive just went nuts! And he was so yummy, and I was just barely holding myself back from literally throwing myself at him… when he made his move, I didn’t stand a chance…
He’d always laughed at you for being such a geek, but he’d never thought of doing that until that day. When your boyfriend called him to say he had to work late and cancelled on him, after he’d gone over to your place and used his key to get in, he was about to leave when he noticed your baby. You’d fine tuned that computer to perfection and were just so proud of it….funny how spraying his load all over it felt almost as good as breeding your boy, cuck. Funnier even was knowing you’d come home and, far from freaking out, you’d lick every part of it clean.
With that they giggle and walk away. Your erection is all too obvious. Soon you see them both drawn upstairs by this other ‘young cock’. He smacks their asses and they glance back and wave at you, blowing a kiss.
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