Tag: mdom

gothamghost:

Understanding

It finally happened; my girlfriend cheated on me. With that fucking douchebag Devin no less, a guy who often made jokes at my expense and tried to flirt with my girlfriend whenever he could. I was furious at her for cheating on me, and I was criticizing her, calling her a slut. She was crying, and said she wished I could understand, that a girl needs certain things, and that as a guy I would never get it.
I woke up the next day, to my shock, as a woman. Immediately it felt like the anger between us was forgotten, and now we were focused on trying to turn me back. She said her wish probably made it happen, and that I had to understand why she had sex with Devin. I told her there was no way I would let that asshole fuck me, even as a woman, and even, I hate to admit, when I was starting to look at guys differently. “Maybe you dont have to have sex with him,” she said. “Maybe we just have to see him, give this situation some closure.”. “Fine,” I said. “We’ll go to him and I’ll tell him what an asshole he is and to leave us alone. I’ll prove to you that he’s not as much of a ladie’s man as you think he is.”
So we went to see Devin, he was working outside when we came. I was filled with anger, but even I had to admit he was indeed a fine looking man. Even as a guy I knew he was considered attractive, because all the girls talked about him, and he had a pretty manly body from working a lot and lifting weights. But, now as a woman, I wasn’t prepared for my heart to beat a little faster when I saw him. He looked downright hunky, with a well-toned, buff body and big arms. FUCK! Stop thinking like that! This is Devin, remember, the fucking jerk that screwed your girlfriend and made fun of you all the time!
Devin noticed us approaching and started walking up to us, his shirt off, his jeans a little low and showing a v-shaped waist. Why am I noticing him like that? My girlfriend gave me a shifty grin, as if we were two girlfriends admiring a hot guy. I can’t believe that’s how she saw me now. “Hello, ladies,” he said, as I noticed his voice had a pleasing richness to it, “to what do I owe the pleasure of two beautiful women coming to visit?”. What an ass, he knew it was me!
“Drop the act! You know its me, I’m not actually a woman!”. He then looked me up and down, not trying to hide it at all. “Well, I’d beg to differ. You certainly look like a woman to me. I think it’s pretty fitting for you, personally.”
“Look,” I started, annoyed at his words but also couldn’t help admiring his confidence, “I know you think you’re hot shit and god’s gift to women. But you’re not! There’s more to being a good guy than sexy muscles and a six pack! Being good looking doesn’t matter if you’re one of those assholes who just takes what he wants!”
“Wow,” my girlfriend said. “I thought you were gonna tell him off. It sounds like you’re flirting.” “It does?” I asked. “But why? I’m just trying to keep my composure, but for some reason I’m getting all flustered”.
“That’s just your hormones at work, girlfriend,” she said. “Of course he makes you nervous, he makes ME nervous, he’s dazzling!” She was now sounding excited. “Oh, it’s so cool I can talk to you about boys! I think this is what I always wanted from our relationship, you know. Not with all that pretense of you trying to be macho. Just us talking, girl to girl.”
“Ok, this is getting too much, I’m leaving! I’m not a girl! And you, mister,” I walk up to Devin, and lightly punch him in the arm. I feel his hard bicep under my soft hands and it just remidns me of how many he is and how girly I am now. “Don’t talk to me again! You had sex with my girlfriend! After I turn back into a guy, I’m coming back and kicking your ass!” He then does something totally unexpected, and kisses me on the lips. Holy shit. He wraps his massive arms around me sending my mind into a tailspin of girly emotions. As a guy I would never just kiss a girl like that out of the blue, its such a confident move. Fuck, I just told him I would turn back into a guy and kick his ass, but here I am, dressed as a girl in a girl’s body and kissing a guy on the LIPS. I can feel his stubble as he french kisses me. Damn, its gonna take a long time for my masculine pride to get over this one.
He then starts pulling off his pants. Fuck, I cant let this happen. But hell, I am kinda curious. If he has a small dick then I can just laugh at him. But his cock springs forth, and I involuntarily breath out “oh my god” and lick my lips. He was huge, and large, the kind of thick juicy cock you’d see in a porno. Is this what this was now? A sexual situation? I certianly felt sexy, with my tits jutting out and his manly, muscular body flexing as he turned me around. Jesus, how did he get so dominant, and why is it turning me on so much? I would never think of being this forward and yet its just making my panties wetter and wetter and making me feel more girly.
He positions his cock near my pussy – a sentence I never thought I’d say – and I can feel my masculine pride trying to protest. This handsome stud is about to completley emasculate me. Can I really just move on from this and still think of myself as a man? While Im trying to recover my masculinity, he shoves his cock in, and holy shit it feels right. No, I must fight this. Think manly thoughts. But it was hard to think of myself as a man, with Devin’s big cock pumping in and out of my pussy, my hair flowing in my face and my tits jiggling with every thrust. Every time I try to think of myself as a man all I can feel are these womanly sensations. My girlfriend is off to the side, masturbating.
After he finished, he slapped me on the ass. “You know, I never really thought you were a man anyway. I’m glad to see you’ve changed into something more fitting. I think this is who you were meant to be, all along.” He gave me a final deep kiss, and walked away. Damn. Now I know I’ll always be replaying this in my mind, those deep kisses, his sexy body and that unforgettable sex.
I walk back to my girlfriend. Well, I guess she’s just my girl friend now. “So,” I say, “There’s no coming back from that, is there? I dont think I could ever claim my masculinity back.” It felt weird, accepting that. I dont think I fully accepted I was now a woman, one who was into guys, but I knew that every detail of that encounter with the gorgeous hunk would always be replaying in my mind, never letting me forget how utterly feminine I felt.
“Yeah,” she giggled, “I have no doubt at all whatever magic made you into a woman has been finished. He fucked any semblance of masculinity out of you. I’m glad you can finally understand though, why I did what I did. When he’s fucking you, you just know you’re being fucked by a real man. And it just makes you feel so feminine. Anyway, I’m glad we can just be friends now, without any of that sexual tension between us. From what I can tell, you’re now just as boy crazy as I am!”

wow wow wow

ministryofsluts:

You’ve accepted it, now show your friends what it means to be a woman

I had always been really disgusted with girls who let their boyfriends walk all over them. 

“Men are trash! Girls deserve better. Don’t let any man tell you what to do or wear, ever!” 

I was berating my friend Rina after she told me her boyfriend didn’t want her going out in her sexy zero-suit Samus outfit. She acted sheepish but also very annoyed. 

“Not all of us can be stone-cold ice queens, Ali! And I know it seems dumb to you, but it can be nice to have a guy who cares enough to be protective of you. I don’t always like it, but usually when he tells me what to do, I just feel warm, knowing he loves me. And it can be a relief to not always have to fight…to not always have to think.”

“Not think!?” I was furious. “You better think or men will enslave you and call it kindness.”

Weeks later, I was in a sexy dress, waiting for a blind date Rina had set up. I know, I know. But she hadn’t spoken to me for a long time and had practically begged me to go out with this guy, Rahm. She said he was exactly what I needed. I had been lonely…not to mention sex starved. I agreed. Rina got the biggest grin on her face – almost maniacal, really – and hugged me. So here I was, wearing the skimpy halter dress she had foisted on me. It slit open at the center of my chest so I couldn’t even wear a bra! I’d tried to refuse but she’d already told him I’d be wearing it so he could recognize me. Bluh. I wanted to run away from the restaurant. This was dumb. Besides, he was 10 minutes late! What a jerk!

Five more minutes later…

“Ali. You waited. Good.”

Really? Not even an apology?! Rahm was cute, at least. Nice clothes, too. No fashion-challenged slob here, unlike most men. I decided to give him one more chance.

When the waitress came back Rahm ordered first. Steak, rare. Then he ordered salmon and salad for me. LOL. What kind of moron alpha male trick was this?

“Thanks, but I’ll take the swiss burger with fries, actually.”

He gave the waitress a meaningful look She scurried away. Weird. But we chatted for a while and it was pleasant. He didn’t ask me much about myself but at least he was an interesting guy. Intelligent, too. I was a little impressed. 

The room was so cold, though. I wondered how obvious my erect nipple were under the thin fabric of Rina’s dress. This thought sent a thrill through my body that did nothing to help the situation.

Then our food came. Steak…and salmon.

“This isn’t what I ordered!”

“Oh, um, but the gentleman. I mean, should I-”

“It’s fine, darling. Don’t fret your pretty little head. We don’t want to waste this good food. Isn’t that right, Ali?”

I couldn’t really argue with that. I hated it but he made sense; I despised all the food waste in the US. “Yes, I’m sorry, it looks very good.” The nervous waitress left us alone.

“No need to distress the help, Ali. Besides, you’ll like the salmon. I wouldn’t have ordered it for you if it wasn’t good.”

I guess that made sense, too. I never ate fish and assumed I didn’t like it, but shouldn’t I at least give it a chance? How did Rahm keep saying and doing so many things I disapproved of while I just kept conceding? My brain felt…fogged, around him, warm. I started eating the salmon. It was…actually really good. And I felt so much better and more energized eating a side salad instead of a ton of fries, which always left me feeling heavy and sluggish. I hated to admit it, but-

“Thank you for making me try this. I never would have given it a chance if you hadn’t been so forceful.”

“Of course. I find a forceful hand is best when guiding errant girls.”

“Ha!” I laughed aloud. Why did I feel so good? Why did I find Rahm so funny? Sure, he was smart and attractive and charming, but wasn’t something off?

I never open my legs for a guy on the first date! I told Rahm that as I stood in his bedroom, passively letting him turn me around, untie the strap of my dress, pull the fabric down, expose my breasts…

“I would never dream of asking you to compromise your principles. Ali. But I do need to get that dress back. Rina made me swear to reclaim it as soon as possible. She’d be very cross if I failed to do so.”

“But!” I gasped as Rahm slid the dress down my legs, leaving me in just black lace panties and heels. I didn’t even try to cover myself with my arms. It seemed wrong to hide what this man had uncovered. “W-what will I wear home?”

“Rina is coming for the dress in the morning. I’ll ask her to bring you a change of clothes, too. Do you mind waiting?”

“N-no, I guess that’s fine.” I stuttered, looking down and away. What else could I do, get in an Uber naked? Not that the thought wasn’t a little thrilling… What the hell was my deal tonight?! Also, I, found myself not wanting to leave Rahm’s apartment at all…

“Good. Now get down on your knees. You can keep your legs together, don’t worry. You need to learn how to give me a blow job before I consider fucking you, anyway. Got it?”

“Yes.” I replied, lowering to my knees instinctively. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Good girl.”

The next morning Rahm made me answer the door when Rina knocked. I still had my panties on, but that was it besides my mussed hair and the dried cum on my face (and on my chest, I suddenly remembered with a twinge). I was mortified but I also found I couldn’t disobey this man. Rina smirked evilly while handing me the change of clothes and taking her dress back.

“Well, well, not the high and mighty ice queen anymore, are we? I set you up on one date with the most dominant, misogynistic man I knew and here you are just hours later.” She reached out her right hand and caressed my cheek. Feeling the crusted cum, she retracted her fingers and sniffed them, smiling. “I see Rahm was able to train you just as he said he would. I must admit I wasn’t sure even he could make you bow so quickly. You know they call him the Feminist Breaker? Quite a track record. I shouldn’t have doubted he’d draw out the submissive slut in you.” Rina rested her fingers on my cheek again and slid them down my neck, to my chest, over the curve of a breast and finally pausing to casually play with my hardening nipple. “Welcome to the club. Now I must get back to my man. He has no idea the sort of ‘help’ you needed. I think you should probably go and attend to your man as well, don’t you?” I nodded, dumbly. “Good girl.”

I saw Rahm often over the next several months. After a few weeks of blow jobs and hand jobs, he even let me open my legs for him. After I begged him for it, that is. 

He also told me if I was good I could eventually help him train other girls to be his fuck toys. I liked that idea a lot. I was so much happier after learning my place: beneath dominant men. I wanted to share my revelation. 

So imagine my joy when he told me I’d get to help him break my old friend Rina and defile her until her jealous boyfriend didn’t want her anymore?

My Boss is an Ally

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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?”

“Yes! Mmmmmm.”

“Mind if I cum in you?”

“Please! P-please, sir! Give me your cum!”

“Good girl.”

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.

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.”

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.

pleasantprincesscandy:

You were sitting on the bed, still in a daze from the fucking He had given you. You only rarely dressed and and got so horny that you felt the need to meet a guy, but today had been one of those days and as you sat there you could still feel his cock in your sissy pussy and your throat, taste His cum in your mouth.  Then your phone beeped and when you picked it up you suddenly saw a picture  of yourself, face filled with a huge cock, a needy submissive expression on your face – he’d taken pictures!  How???? There was a simple message.  ‘Don’t do anything silly and no-one needs to see these pictures. Be ready at the same time tomorrow evening. I’ll be bringing a friend”. Looks like your life is about to change:  better cancel whatever plans you had for the foreseeable future sissy!

Fancy a spot of Blackmail?

Ummm, oh no, this is…terrible. Yep. Just terrible. Just don’t gangbang me, please. That would be…um, awful.