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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…

cyberlok:

He said, she said.

What I’d said was: “Maybe dress a little sexy for this dinner. Laugh at his jokes. Be friendly but you don’t have to flirt with the guy. Well, only a little, if you feel comfortable”

What she’d done was trick me into trying chastity play “just for one night.” A night that has now lasted a week. Then she had friended him on Facebook, started flirting nonstop, eventually sending him lewd photos I had taken at her request (”just for us, babe”). Now here I was waiting in my boss’ car, locked in a cock cage, while my fiance dined with him, wearing the most scandalous dress I have ever seen. 

God, I wish I could jerk it.

Two Months Later

Somehow my fiance got the promotion despite not working there and never having held a job in the field. I was reassigned to be assistant on the project. As the most knowledgeable, I do the brunt of the work while they go to meetings and take the credit. The boss spends a lot of time in his office with the door closed, “consulting” with my fiance. Her feedback is…exuberant and…loud. 

I should know, since I lost my office and got reassigned to a small desk just outside my boss’ door. He claims I’m not a secretary but I noticed he let his go at the same time I was moved over. He calls me a ‘team player’ and a ‘good sport.’ He also sends me out for coffee or lunch orders. My fiance, meanwhile, dresses me in tight pants and shirts. I worry people can see my Cyberlok cock cage. Though mostly people seem to stare at (and slap) my ass. 

Unrelated, but people have been occasionally telling me to smile. (“Show us that pretty smile.” “A cute young thing like you should smile more. It will brighten the office.” “Smile, honey. That’s better”)  Weird. That’s never happened before. It makes me angry to be told what to do by random coworkers and strangers, but I still involuntarily smile when told. Even if it’s unnatural, it actually brightens my mood. My anger dissipates almost immediately. It’s so nice to see how much it makes them happy when I smile as instructed. I never made anyone or myself so happy when I was a supervisor, telling others what to do. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t get the better end of the deal, after all…

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. 

sphcuckblog:

A lot more then a blowjob it is his birthday

“So what if it’s his birthday; he’s your brother!”

“Family deserves the best gifts. You know how I feel about the importance of family.”

“I love my family too! But I don’t go down on my Mom for Christmas!”

“Poor woman. She could probably use it. Want me to ask her for you?”

“No!”

“Well I’ll be home first thing in the morning. Love you!”

“Morning!? You’re going back over?!”

“Oh, he has more…stamina. But I mean he’s just lonely and his birthday wish was for the whole ‘girlfriend experience.’ I couldn’t entrust my sweet baby brother to some sex worker stranger. So after we make love as much as he can, we’ll cuddle and sleep. Then I’ll be home, babe! Well maybe just a quick morning BJ… But then I’ll be right back!”

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

I’m going to take your wife to dinner. Meanwhile, you’ll get the master bedroom ready for her and for me. I want you openly admit that your marital bed is mine now.

Really, just move your stuff into the living room already. He might not be around that often but it’s important to respect an Alpha’s space and not to challenge his claim to your wife.

If anyone sees them out together and asks you about it, proudly proclaim the he has made your marriage null and void. At least the sexual part of it. You still provide for her. You just also provide for him first. 

lovemysis-88–2:

oh fuck.. hes.. cumming! inside me! my own brother is about to impregnate me!!

When I told my brother Liam about my husband’s low sperm motility and the difficulties we were having conceiving I didn’t think he’d be so eager to help. I started talking about artificial insemination and drugs but my brother stopped me. He said he knew a way easier solution. A friend of his went to this shady fertility clinic. They boasted high insemination success rates where conventional methods failed. But my brother knew their dark secret…they threw out the partner’s sperm entirely! And used more virile donors. Not only that, but they increased the chances of impregnation by using only “natural insemination.” I didn’t get it. 

“The wives fuck the donor, sis!”

“Women go for that?!”

“They love it! They eagerly agree to the secrecy clause and don’t care how many ‘treatments’ it takes.”

“Damn. How do they choose the donors? Wouldn’t the husbands suspect if the baby looked really different? Like, no one in our family has red hair.”

“They have enough people that they can pick a good match. That’s the main service they really provide, after all. You can choose from their catalog. Or you can bring your own guy to the clinic.”

Wow. I was blown away. But I was also feverishly excited. I had long fantasized about cheating..and this was for such a god cause! It practically wasn’t even cheating! We both won on the deal. Way more ethical than regular philandering. And he got to think his sperm was good enough after all. It was a kindness, really. Or so I told myself. I tried not to think too much about how wet it made me.

I went to my appointment with my brother, my co-conspirator. They seemed to know him and so they skipped the normal subterfuge and obfuscation routine. I guess he must have gone with the last friend too. He didn’t say he was my brother, just ‘a close friend.’ Why? He just shrugged and said it might seem weird to them for a brother to go help his sister fuck a stranger. Fair enough. But I didn’t mind. 

Actually…I’d long had a crush on my brother. He was four years older and all my sexual awakening had been to fantasies of him and his toned swimmer’s body. How I’d longed for him to come into my room some night and take me! I went to all the swim meets. Practices, too. Awkward but true. 

I’d gotten over it, but…my husband looked an awful lot like my brother. Did that count as getting over it? I didn’t fantasize about incest anymore, at least! Liam teased me about it all the time. And of course here I was picking yet another guy to fuck that looked very much like my brother.

“Sheesh, way to give a guy a complex. First you practically marry my clone. Now you’re going to get knocked up by someone else who looks just like me, sis.” This guy really did look even more identical. It was weird. But hot…

“I have to! You know how it works.”

“Haha, just teasing. I know. But sometimes I feel like you’ll fuck anyone like me but not me. Hurts a guy’s feelings. Especially coming from a girl so hot. No matter how irrational it is to be jealous of your sister. Guess my dick doesn’t know about incest.”

“Oh my god! Fuck off brother. I told you how I had that puppy dog crush on you all though grade school and high school. College, too, really.”

“Guess it’s a good you didn’t tell me then. Neither of our genitals knows about the incest taboo.”

“Pervert! I felt so bad about it.”

“Sorry. Just kidding you. I know it’s a sore spot.”

The clinician came back and I showed off my selection. He did a double take and then just tapped the side of his nose and pointed to Liam, “A wise choice. One of our best donors. Really, it’s not just flattery. You didn’t have to bother with the catalog, though. We could have just scheduled the treatment room for you. In any case, let the receptionist know you’re ready and she’ll set it up.” He left the room.

What? Did he? “I think he thought it actually was you, bro!”

“Haha, that’s wild! But can you blame him?”

“I guess not.” Fuck! If only. I had thought I was over it. But now I remembered and yep, I still wanted to bang my brother so bad!

I chose the Low-Light Special. For those who were too ashamed to see the guy or who got off on the thrill of being fucked by a stranger in the dark. You could turn on the lights whenever you wanted, though. 

I closed my eyes and laid naked, face-down on the table. I heard him enter the room. I felt a thrill in my body. He slid the cool sheet off my body slowly. I got goosebumps. The stranger pulled my hips back and spread my legs. Straight to business? He slid two fingers in, tentatively. I was sopping! I felt like such a slut. Here I was cheating on my husband with a stranger and I was already incredibly wet. 

“Well, well, I guess you’re all warmed up.”

Damn, he even sounded like my brother Liam. Hot.

“Last chance to call it off before we start. You sure, sis?”

What?! “Alexa, lights!” The room lit up and I twisted around. It couldn’t be.

“Surprise.”

This was definitely Liam. I stared blankly, agog.

“Oh…sorry! Should I go?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He started backing up real fast. “Get the hell over here and fuck me, you idiot!”

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…