“Wh- but, I just heard her grandfather died! I was offering condolence.”
“Oh, um, my bad… But! my ex’s grandmother died (at some point) and he needs some cheering up. There’s really only one good way to cheer a guy up, y’know.”
“I guess…”
“Good! So you won’t mind if I follow through on giving him that blowjob I promised. It would be wrong to jerk him around in his time of grief, just because of a misunderstanding on my part.”
“I-”
“K, bye!”
My little brother asked to see her new piercing
“Did it have to be that…revealing?! It’s just your belly button.”
Well you can’t really appreciate it without context. If I sent a close-up, it could be anyone’s navel piercing. I’m sure he’s seen one before. He wanted to see my piercing, not just a piercing.
“I guess, but, I mean, your boobs were even hanging out!”
Don’t be so jealous. It’s not a good look. Besides, if I show cleavage people see way more of the tops of my boobs. Your younger brother has witnessed that tons of times. The bottoms of my breasts are not more sacred just because they see less sunlight.
“I’m not sure I agr-”
Plus it’s a sexist double standard! I see your little brother flaunting his whole, muscular chest any time he comes by to use the pool. It’s not any less hot, trust me. But society says one is okay and one is not!
“I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be sexist. I just- like, why pull down your pants?”
To show the line of my hip, duh! I want a picture of how this piercing looks on my body. God, you are so dense. Oh! He wants to come over for dinner and to use the pool. I’m going to change into that new bikini you got me. Yes, the sexy one that’s way more revealing than that photo I sent. Yes, I know you meant it to be worn in private. But I need to break you of this jealousy streak. If you’re like this with your young brother imagine what you’ll be like in front of age-appropriate men? Now go and start making us dinner, okay?
[Next]
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?
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?”
You may be getting married cunt, but that only means that you’ll get to serve two superiors! I’ll still drop by to check on you quite often… Now, give daddy a blow
Sara couldn’t quite tell why she was so nervous, really. But the thought of her father walking her down that aisle and giving her away made her so terrified. Was it just existential dread of an unknown future, she wondered? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the idea of a man giving her like property to another man that she found untenable? No, Sara realized with a guilty shudder, that concept still gave her a naughty thrill. So what was wrong!?
*knock* *knock*
“Come in! … Oh, Dad!”
“Baby, you look all afluster. Did my little doll get her head turned around again thinking too many thoughts at once? Tell me what’s wrong.”
God, she hated the way her father babied her! She had a Masters in Engineering! She wasn’t a doll! Yet…whenever her father talked down to her, she found her brain practically melted. She always ended up with her head in Daddy’s lap as he petted her hair and told her what to do. It was so…comforting.
Sara squirmed. “D-daddy. I- I’m scared. Of just walking down the aisle with you. But…I don’t know why.”
She found it hard to be coherent around him. Later she’d be resentful and think all the things she wanted tell her father. Tell him off, sometimes.
“Shh, baby girl, don’t strain yourself. It’s natural for a girl to feel attached to her father and fear abandonment. But I’m not really ‘giving you away.’ I’ll always be your Daddy.”
He hugged her and held her in embrace. It felt warm.
“Thanks. It’s nice to hear. I knew that, I guess. But something still feels weird. I feel like in closing this chapter I’m leaving something undone. Something I can’t ever get back. It feels…not like you’re abandoning me, but like I’m betraying you. I’m sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”
She blushed, feeling like a silly girl. She both loved and hated Daddy so much. He made her feel like such a dimwit.
“Doll, of course it makes sense. No, don’t try to guess why. Just listen. Relax that tired girl brain. Doesn’t that feel nice? Now, you feel that way because in consummating your relationship with your husband you fear that you are sexually betraying your first man, your father.”
“Oh. That does- feel right, actually. Psychology is so weird. I’m glad you studied it and not me, Daddy.”
Sara went on tiptoe and gave her father a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Brains are complicated. Your machines are dumb little bimbo girls by comparison.”
“Ha! I’ll have to tell that to my lab manager, Mindy. She’ll be pissed. You are so smart and funny, Daddy. Thank you.” Later Sara would also be fuming about this line. But somehow in the moment she always found Daddy so charming and right. Then she’d repeat his outrageous claims to others with anger and a shame that burned between her legs.
By now he was rubbing her scalp, fingers running through his daughter’s long blonde hair. She’d hated bleaching it, but somehow her Daddy always managed to convince her. Just like the boob job…even her fiance had objected, but Sara still found herself at the appointment with Daddy holding her hand and waiting for the plastic surgeon to ‘improve’ her. Just as then, her brain was out of focus, malleable to Daddy’s words and his touch.
She was relaxed and not jittery now, but she couldn’t think straight either.
“Doll, this is all natural. You feel guilty because you never consummated with your first man. Never showed Daddy your loyalty and fidelity.”
“Um, uh, yeah. Mmmm, yes, that feels good. Like, umm, Freud, right? Mmmm. E-uh-lektra complex? Ohhhhh, yes! I just, uh, need to, mmm, get over it, right?”
He began rubbing her bare shoulders with strong hands. It felt amazing.
“Shhh, no, silly little girl. Don’t think. You’re too dumb. If you just push your feelings aside you’ll never resolve them. Right?”
“Mmmmmm, oh? Yeah. Of course. Sorry I was stupid, Daddy.”
Fingers were brushing against the top of Sara’s dress and a little under the fabric. She wanted those hands on her breasts, whoever’s they were.
“It’s not your fault, baby. You’re just a bimbo dolly, after all, right?”
“Mmmm, yes? Yes.”
“Tell me what you are.”
“Dolly is a bimbo? A stupid girl?”
“Good. So listen up, silly bimbo. The only way for Daddy’s dolly to get over these feelings of betrayal is to consummate with her Daddy first. Obviously.”
“Oh, right. Um, like, duh.”
“So I’m going to take out doll’s artificial tits. They’re mine anyway, since I bought them.. And my daughter is going to love it.”
Sara loved it. She needed it.
“Yesssss, mmmmm. Touch my tits. Explore what you made and then had remade, Daddy. My whole body is yours but especially my tits. I’m so sorry I didn’t offer them to you sooner. I’ve been such a dumb and bad daughter.”
“Shhh, don’t fret. You are doing the right thing now. Daddy will guide you. Okay, now dolly bimbo is going to get on her knees and suck her father’s cock. She will be grateful that Daddy is agreeing to help her.”
Sara complied immediately. This felt so right even if she couldn’t think to comprehend why.
“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better.”
“Of course, baby. Now shut up that cute mouth with your father’s cock. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now as you suck on me I’ll tell you about how a good girl serves two men: her husband and her Daddy.”
Your bride wanted to show deference to the best man, your good friend, so she agreed to his confusing request to have her open the gift in private. She even went along when he insisted she be blindfolded. The gag worried her but he didn’t give her time to complain. She blushed so deeply as he stripped off her dress. When he stole your wedding night consummation, she just went wild with desire. It was all so sudden, so wrong, so hot. He really was the best man, she thought, deliriously.
As soon as he came in her mouth, your wife told you, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”
Why had I ever made such a bet? It was just the heat of the moment. I’d gotten in some silly argument with this stranger at a party. My wife was annoyed but I wouldn’t back down. Eventually it devolved into literally comparing dicks. His was, very big. I told him I didn’t care how big his cock was, no man could make me feel small. Love and sex are about more than size, I told him. My wife had laughed. I glared at her.
“Oh, come on. It’s not everything but you have to admit it helps.”
My pride was besieged from all sides! I refused to concede the point. He said he’d prove it to me. I said nothing could move me and so agreed to any terms he might have. Stupid. He said he’d prove to me that a big cock could make me feel like the smaller man in regards to sex. If he could do that, he said, I’d have to allow him to try to best me at love, too. Deal!
It was then he turned to my wife and asked her to be his assistant with his demonstrations. She was taken aback at first, but soon she got an evil smirk on her face and looked at me. “Any chance to prove this smug bastard wrong.”
I was too proud to back out as I realized what he intended. He guided my wife to a secluded side room away from others at the party. I followed awkwardly, hearing the whispers of my friends and colleagues wondering why this other man was leading my wife by the hand.
“Okay, so your wife is going to service me. If you can watch the whole things and still honestly say you feel like a superior or even equal man, then you win. I will do whatever you wish.”
“Just leave us alone.”
“Deal. But if you do feel a bit…diminished, you have to let me prove that I’m the bigger man in love, too. Cede your marital bed to me for…a month. After that month, we’ll see who she loves more.” Deal.
He instructed her to take off his clothes. My wife complied with gusto. He laid down and ordered her to start playing with his massive cock. She gasped as she got her hands around it. She continued making approving sounds as she worked it to full erection. “Oh my god, babe! I can barely fit my fingers around it! And it’s so long! You must feel so small already. Your cock is nothing like this. It’s a whole different breed!”
I felt sick. “Just finish it.”
“Mmmm, but not with your hands, with your mouth.”
My wife bit her lip. She was pretty good at blowjobs. Even so as she worked it in her mouth she could only fit it halfway in. Fuck.
As soon as he came in her mouth, my wife told me, “honey, don’t say that watching him didn’t make you feel dwarfed. You just have to admit it … and offer him our marital bed.”
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!”
You’d encouraged your fiancé
to invite her high school girlfriend to stay with you while she found a new
place to live. Bad break-up. It would only take a week or two, you
figured.
“Won’t you be jealous?”
The question had thrown you.
You realized you hadn’t really thought of her as a proper ex. You were normally
jealous of other guys who even looked at your fiancé too hard. Bias, you
guessed. But now that you thought about it, she was always a little starry eyed
when she mentioned Anise, the old flame. And Anise was a bit flirty with your
girl when you ran into her… The more you considered it, the more the idea of
them possibly hooking up gave you a hard-on. Stereotypical, but true. Maybe
you’d even get to watch?
So you assured your wife-to-be
that you weren’t concerned and that she should not worry either.
“She’s just a friend that
needs a place and some kindness. Be there for her.”
“…okay. If you say so.”
The ex was a blonde bomb-shell
of a woman. From day one Anise treated you like a servant and your fiancé like
a…very close friend. The third night your fiancé came to bed and, after a few
minutes of cuddling, sheepishly asked if she could sleep in her ex’s
bed. “She’s really sad and lonely. No funny business, I swear.” You were
secretly gleeful but assented like an ignorant patriarch. “Of course,
baby. Comfort her.”
You
stayed up for a while, masturbating, imagining what sort of comfort might be
given. You could almost swear you heard moans, but that might just be wishful
thinking.
Next
morning you checked in on them through the open guest room door. The blonde was
wearing the oversize college shirt of yours that your fiancé normally slept in.
Your girl was asleep in her ex’s arms and wearing…maybe nothing? She opened her
eyes, “Mmmm, morning honey. Anise wants you to make us crepes for breakfast in
bed. Um, I mean, I told her how well you make them and she thought you might
treat us?”
You
complied eagerly, feeling exhilarated in a strange way that wasn’t just about
girl on girl titillation. You trusted your fiancé to keep her promise about ‘funny
business,’ in a naïve way, even while her ex somehow coaxed her out of her
pajamas. Imagining Anise breaking down your gullible fiancé’s defenses – and
conspiring to get you to serve them – gave you such a boner.
You
didn’t see your girl in your bed again until two weeks later. And that was when
you came home from work to discover them there, in your bed, entwined. Anise
was eating out your fiancé while she moaned loudly and writhed. Finally, she
noticed you and spoke up:
“She
wants you caged.”
“…what?”
“You
can watch, you little perv. But you have to you have to put your big cock in
this tiny cage, k? Doctor Anise’s orders. She doesn’t want any chance of you
trying to fuck her after you get excited. You understand, right? Or you can
take your boner and go sleep in the guest room, okay babe? I’m her bitch now.”
In a
sort of trance you took the proffered cock cage and put it on. It was tricky at first but the blunted spikes on the inside shrunk you down to a reasonable size soon enough. Anything to see
this action, you told yourself. But part of you knew you loved being bossed
around and degraded. You tried to rub yourself as you watched, but the locked chastity cage thwarted any satisfaction.
You
assumed they would let you out afterward. Assumptions, assumptions. Anise takes you aside and lets
you know the score. Your fiancé belongs to her now and you serve them both. You
cry, grateful and terrified. Anise removes your engagement ring while you do
so. “We’re just going to take your wedding reservations, okay? Will you be her
bridesmaid?”
You
nod, racked with sobs. Your fiancé…um, your former fiancé, squees and hugs you quickly
before kissing her wife-to-be passionately.
You’d been downstairs working late in your home office. Your fiance had come in and started teasing you.
“Mm, baby, I’ll be up in just a minute to give you just what you deserve. Just have a few emails to write. Go get ready for me?”
You’d lost track of time as an unexpected emergency ticket came up. Twenty minutes later you could finally log out and go to your beautiful partner. She wasn’t in your bedroom…
You checked the bathrooms and around the house. no sign. Then you heard some noises coming from the guest room where your brother was staying.
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