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Be honest, you want to catch your wife bending for some other guy and see her face while she enjoying the bigger cock .

You’d been one of those insecure, paranoid, obnoxious fucks. You’d tell anyone who’d listen how afraid you were that your wife would cheat on you. You’d take any awkward interaction as a clue and mull it over aloud, to the annoyance of all your friends. You’d work yourself up to a frenzied certainty that she was cheating. If only you could catch her…

Finally your best friend got tired of this never-ending nonsense. Marinette would never cheat, she was far too old school and devoted. Unless, maybe, she thought you had cheated first? Triston was going to shut you the hell up by shoving your cheating wife in your face and finally ending this. It would be good for you, even. He almost convinced himself.

When you got the text from your wife’s phone you nearly died: “I’m fucking your wife. Come quick and watch me impregnate her.” You felt both triumphant and devastated. You’d been trying and failing to get pregnant for months, too… You snuck up on the back patio and watched as your best friend fucked your wife. “I’m going to knock you up like your pathetic hubby can’t, okay, Marinette?” “Yes, yes yes!” she cried as tears streamed down her cheeks. You just held up your phone, recording, while feeling incredibly horny but not quite able to get it up.

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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.

Your little brother always seemed like such a kid. Even when you all were kids. Four years was forever back then. So even before you started dating her, Silvie and her little sis (by just a year) would fawn over your cute brother whenever he was around. They’d play silly kids games, dress him up in girls clothes and coo, and let him snuggle into their laps and nap.

He never seemed to outgrow that, in his eyes or theirs. At an age when you’d already been trying to date, Iggie was content to let Silvie and her sis put makeup on him and have cutesy girl sleepovers. Not to mention crawl over them in a way you didn’t think was proper anymore. By then you were dating Silvie and told her not to treat him too much like a baby. He needed to mature, and frankly you wanted Silvie to spend time with you doing more adult sleepover things. It was perfect cover, but you could never convince her to slip away and be naughty.

“Oh I think he’s plenty mature,” Silvie said, giggling. “Don’t you, Cammy?”

“Gosh, I’d say he grows UP, fast enough alright, sis.”

You didn’t understand them at all. Why would they spend so much time being so childish? They just stayed up late telling dramatic bedtime stories, apparently, laughing and crying out. It almost sounded painful. You wanted to barge in at times, but Silvie locked the door. When you rattled the handle, she’d teased you that “no little boys” were allowed while laughing and sounding breathless.

Years later, Cam and Sil are still very close with Iggie and treat him like one of the girls. They embrace and kiss and are generally touchy feely. They don’t get to see each other as often, but when they do they all hole up in Igg’s old bedroom and cause a commotion for old-times’ sake. You still don’t understand but by now you just think it’s cute.

“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”

“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”

“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“

“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”

“R-right.”

“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”

“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”

“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”

*cheek kiss*

“And you…don’t want to date me.”

“I’m so glad you understand.”

“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”

“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”

“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”

“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”

*whimper*

“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”

It was tradition in your family that all the men wrestled after a wedding to show the women they were strong. It was dumb and you hated it. The groom always won anyway, it seemed. It was just a big, backward, patriarchal pantomime. You tried to forbid it. But somehow your father overruled you. He kept warning you to train, but you were ignoring the whole thing.

So you were surprised when it felt all too real this time. They weren’t pulling punches. Your own father knocked the wind out of you. Your own best man, your brother, got you in a sleeper hold. You blacked out and knew no more.

Your wife had watched the whole thing with lurid fascination. She was scared when you went down but quickly came back around after her new brother in law verified you were fine, just unconscious and bruised. The women in the crowd began clinking glasses with silverware. You wife was confused but approached her fallen husband to give the kiss they seemed to be demanding. Your mother stopped her and whispered in her ear. It was proper, she told your wife, for the bride to kiss the victor. She blushed and turned toward your brother. She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. He grabbed her and pulled her in close, kissing your wife deeply. Her eyes burst open and the crowd went wild with applause and clinking. She began kissing him back, running her hands through his hair. He dipped her, his tongue invading her mouth at the same time. That went on for a few magic second before he pulled your virginal wife back up and broke the kiss. They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, though, breathing heavily and staring deep into the other’s eyes.

Your brother helped carry you to the bridal suite. He laid you out. You’d be unconscious for a while yet.Then he went to go check on your bride.

Winter googled around and decided to start with Chaturbate and MyFreeCams. She had no idea what she was doing but she just had to get their attention. Ever since your girlfriend had gone out drinking with you and your coworkers that one time it had been her holy mission. Winter had watched as Chuck and Ozzy strode over, called you a sissy for drinking a margarita, and commented on your girlfriend’s ‘hot tits’ without you doing anything. She’d been so humiliated and angry. Then Ozzy picked up the margarita and poured it directly into your lap. You yelped and ran for the bathroom. They laughed and mocked your bravery and manliness. Winter’s face burned, beet red, she was sure. “If you need a real man, I have an 8 inch friend I’d like to introduce you to, hot tits,” growled Ozzy, leaning down close to Winter. She suddenly realized her panties were soaked. She tried to speak but only a strangled sound came out and she glared into her lap in humiliation. The bullies guffawed harder, walking back to their table in triumph. She was just a joke to them, Winter realized in disappointment (and then shame at her disappointment).

You returned to the table with a big, slightly reddish, spot on your pants. “Sorry about those assholes. They’re the ones who have nothing better to do at work than pick on me. So immature.”

“You…you didn’t even try to stop them,” she blurted out with meek fury.

“Ah, well, there’s no point, really,” you replied sheepishly, scratching the back of your head. “Besides, you saw them, they’d totally kick my ass if I tried to fight them.”

“They…they called me ‘hot tits.’ Right in front of you.”

“Heh, well they’re not wrong…I’m sorry. That’s just what they’re like. They’re gross dudes. Nothing I say will change them now.”

“Well someone has to try,” Winter said, standing up and walking over to their side of the bar.

“Stop, you’ll just make it worse if you chastise them,” you called after her.

Was that what she was doing? Going to yell at them? That’s probably what she would have said but Winter knew on some level she just wanted their attention again.

She found them in a group of male work buddies, telling jokes and carrying on. They were playing pool, making silly bets. Ozzy and Chuck were clearly the center of the social group. Winter tried to break into the conversation, to get their attention. But she was shy, unsure what to do, and was totally ignored. It was like, to them, she wasn’t even there. This only stoked the flames of Winter’s shame and desire.

She went to the bar to get a new drink and walked back over. As she stood on the edges awkwardly sipping her martini, Winter caught that they were now talking about a ‘cam girl’ website. She barely knew what that was. Like group Skype with stripping? Chuck was goading Ozzie for being too into it, saying that the girls were hot, but it was pointless. Oz doubled down, boasting that he was halfway to getting his dream cam girl to visit him and cheat on her boyfriend. Winter bit her lip at that thought. Chuck called bullshit. After some banter, Chuck had bet that he could bang a cam girl in real life before Ozzie ever could. They shook on it.

So now Winter was setting up two cam accounts. She’d spent a few hours reading up and watching some streams. She’d even made friends with a gothic lolita cam girl and gotten some tips. She needed a better webcam, but her mission was only to get Ozzie and Chuck’s attention, not to become a professional. To feed into the bet, she publicly listed where she lived and even signed up as the username ‘Detroit Cheater Slut’.

While you worked 12 hour shifts at the factory, your girlfriend put in long hours perfecting her new craft. She ran an Etsy store and was used to making YouTube craft tutorials, but this was still terrifying. She didn’t show her face. She didn’t even speak at first. Her username attracted cuckold fetishists. They role-played with her in chat, either as cucks or bulls. This made Winter so fucking wet. After the first few times she had orgasms on camera, involuntarily screaming about betraying you, Winter loosened up about not speaking. Soon she had a loyal little following. Alphas and betas alike bought her equipment off her Amazon wish list and some even sent her paypal tips to buy faster internet access.

You asked Winter what she was doing with all the gear. She said she had a Twitch stream. You had to badger her a few days, but eventually she let you see the channel (it took her that long to scramble to set up ‘Summer Gamegrrl’ and tell her fans to stop by to make it look real). You were surprised at how rude and obscene her viewers were. She was just a girl playing Stardew Valley, but they were were really into sexually harassing her, asking ‘Summer’ to flash her boobs. And begging her to cheat on her in game boyfriend. If you wandered into the room while she was streaming, chat would fill with ‘CUCK BOY ALERT!’ and “Cage that Sissy’.

“Why are they like that? How can you stand it?” you asked her one night.

“Oh that’s just what boys on the internet are like. Don’t take it to heart, my darling cuck boy, haha!”

“But…you don’t even try to defend yourself…or me.”

“They’re gross boys, honey. Nothing I can say will change them now. You showed me that with Chuck and Oz.”

“It’s just…do you have to show your tits off like that? I mean you have a webcam view but you don’t show your face, just your chest, and you wear such low cut tops…”

“Honey, it’s called click bait. Are you saying you’d prefer I show my pretty face to all those nasty boys?”

“No, but this seems worse. I mean…it might be better if you did.”

Later you’d tell her you meant she should show only her face and not put on a cleavage show. Instead she’d done both. Winter just shrugged and said there was no going back now, after they’d ‘already signed up for the girls’.

A couple months later Winter was on LiveJasmine too and she had a paid SnapChat feed. She even started a Tumblr. She was a very busy girl, especially after she’d done a big event to finally reveal her face to the world. She’d hoped if Chuck and Ozzie were out there the’d recognize her and reach out. No such luck. In an act of desperation, she signed up for MyFetishLIVE and added gags and piss play to her repertoire. Maybe they were real dirty boys? Still no luck.

She was scared of being found out, but getting eager. Winter started telling a few of her supposedly local devotees on private chat about her mission. The cucks found it hot and vowed to help. The bulls were impressed that she was the real deal but wanted to know what they’d get out of it. She promised to fuck the one who found Ozzie or Chuck for her. After she’d fucked them and fulfilled her dream. Winter had realized a few weeks ago that she wouldn’t be able to stop with just those two bullies anyway. This was all way too hot. But she wanted to have them first. She owed that to herself, and to them.

In the end, one bull found Ozzie and one cuck found Chuck. Each was directed to Winter’s cam show on a different network. Oz was especially into her schtick and started trying to get her to meet IRL. He totally didn’t recognize her. Chuck totally did recognize her. Winter imagined he felt like he’d won the lottery. He began negging her and her boyfriend. He wanted to show her what a ‘real man’ was soon.

Winter determined the bet was ongoing. She wanted her wet dream duo together, so she arranged to meet up with them both in the same place at the same time. They were confused to see each other and were having a heated discussion as Winter walked up. “Oh don’t fight over me, boys. I can’t bear to think of my two biggest fans at each other’s throats. You see, I need you both to cuckold my sweet sissy boyfriend, together. Can you do that, for me?”

They weren’t excited about an MMF threesome, but Winter explained how she knew Chuck desperately wanted to deep-throat her and Ozzie was obsessed with taking her virgin ass. They could spit-roast her without even touching.

Back home, your girlfriend turned on her stream and announced the start of her real-life hotwife odyssey. Her viewers went wild. They’d never seen anyone else with their precious Detroit Cheater Slut. Chuck was a little awkward about it at first, but he grew excited when Winter took her top off and sank to her knees. Ozzie was a natural and began talking up how he would ravage her unsullied sphincter. Winter wiggled in anticipation, leaning over to present her ass. Ozzie pulled off her panties, and spit on her ass for lube. Your girlfriend shivered at the humiliation, even as Chuck forced himself into her throat. She’d never taken you like that. Soon she was truly spit-roasted as Oz slammed his big cock roughly into her virginal behind. She involuntarily cried out in pain and the contractions of her stuffed throat gave your bully’s cock great pleasure. “Pound that bitch, Oz, that felt amazing.” Ozzie eagerly complied, fucking Winter hard and spanking her ass. Chuck loosened up a bit and started talking shit against Winter and her ‘pathetic sissy boy’. He grabbed her by the hair and face fucked winter more aggressively. It was everything she’d dreamed of and so much more.

After they each came, Winter did a little Q&A with the audience. Your bullies got into it, too. Yes, this was real. Yes, cucking her boyfriend felt amazing. Yes, they’d love to do it again. While talking, Ozzie scooped some semen leaking from Winter’s ass and fed it to her. She swallowed it eagerly.

As soon as they each got hard again, Winter let them titty fuck her, slap her around a bit, and even piss on her. Turns out Chuck was into that. At one point they took her ass and pussy at the same time. They were a team now and didn’t mind being close. She told them how much better they were than her boyfriend, coaxing them to fill her holes and lay their claim to her. They both came at once then.

You still don’t understand your girlfriend’s hobby. It’s really desensitized her to the misogyny she railed against only a few months ago. Now when your coworkers organize a bar night, she’ll play pool with your two most hated bullies and get real buddy buddy. “If you can’t beat them, join them, cuck,” said Winter, giggling. It was worse next month when Chuck hosted at his home. Sure, he had a pool and a barbecue, but he also had the privacy for strip poker. You could swear Winter was losing on purpose somehow. And where did she learn to strip like that? And how did she expect to keep playing after she’d already lost all her clothes?

Callie was so angry. Angry that Jordan just got away with treating everyone like trash. Angry that you let him do it. If no one was going to stand up to a bully, then she would.

“Please, honey, just forget about it. You know how he is. He acts real nice to everyone’s face, he lulls you into a false security, then he tricks you, and later you’re left wondering how the hell he got the better of you. I still don’t understand how he got me to bet my car against him in a game of Flipside. I don’t even think that’s a real card game! But he sure as hell drives around in my Tesla now!”

“Someone has to stop him! And since everyone else is too sissy, I guess it will have to be me”

She stormed off to another one of his stupid parties. Callie wore fancy underwear, a sexy low-cut top and a short skirt. It was an unfortunate necessity. Jordan’s parties were disgustingly popular and he let his gross friends be bouncers. They only let in their male friends and guys whose girls they thought they could fuck. For solo girls…if they didn’t like you or your outfit, they might ask you to flash them and decide if your lingerie was more worthwhile. Callie was ashamed to admit she had done so gleefully, before, when she was more naive and didn’t know what garbage they all were.

This time she showed up alone, full of fire, and Zeek let her in with an approving nod. He did slap her ass as she passed, calling out “Hot one coming through!” Pig. Callie had a few drinks for bravery. Sealed beers, just in case. Then she marched up to Jordan, who had a girl on each side of him, snuggling up.

“Womanizer! Trickster! Immoral monster! I challenge you! I will beat you and shame you. As reward, I want you to leave this town!”

“Whoa, hello to you too, Calliope. How’s your embarrassment of a boyfriend? Does he still have that ass tattoo – ‘Jordy’s Bitch’ – I tricked him into getting from the tattoo artist I bribed? Hmm? Well, that’s neither here nor there. You know I can’t resist a game. You got me there. What do I get if I win?”

“You won’t. I am your better.”

“Fair. But then why should I play?”

“Name your price, Jordy. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you want me out. Sooo, I guess…I want you in. You’ll move into my humble abode here.”

“What?” Calliope was confused. She was pretty sure Jordan and she had established they hated each other a while ago. He had called her the c-word, she had never forgiven him, and had finally seen his true evil nature. He was a user and abuser. She’d been working to discredit him ever since and he’d been none too pleased. Especially that time she nearly got him kicked out of school.

“There’s a spare room. No worries about impropriety. It’s been open for a few weeks. I need a tenant, is all. You will sign the year lease and move in.”

“That’s weird…but I guess, okay?”

“Shake on it?”

She did.

“I won’t lose,” Callie declared, “I have the perfect game.”

“Oh? But you challenged me.”

“Exactly. I want you gone.”

“You don’t understand. The challenger challenges. They state what they want, what they are willing to wager for. The challenged then picks the weapon, the game, if you will. Right?”

Everyone nodded and agreed. Even people Callie knew were on her side. She was horrified.

“But…no…so…what game did you?”

“Nothing too bad. We go out into my backyard and play Hide and Seek-”

“Ha! I was always the best at that!”

“Let me finish. Hide and Seek, with a twist. We are adults, after all. We need something to make it interesting.”

“Oh.”

“I call it Strip Hide and Seek. It’s simple. You go and hide. For every minute that my friends and I can’t find you, you remove a piece of clothing.”

“What?!”

“Shhh, my pet. Every minute you get to remove an article of clothing hiding that wonderful body of yours. And! You must take a selfie on the minute as proof, and send it to my party Slack chatroom. The hunters won’t look, scout’s honor. But everyone else here will know. If you get naked before we can find you, you win. You are free to go and I will honor my side of the deal and leave town.

Those photos will be my last sweet reminder of you.

But if I win, you move in tonight. And I promise you…I won’t stop trying to see more of your body. I will tell your pathetic boyfriend of my intentions and I will dedicate every day to winning your lusts and fucking you.”

Calliope blushed. Honestly, she’d had a crush on Jordan before the big fight. She had no idea he had ever been interested in her, let alone now after she’d spent so much time trying to ruin him.

No! She shook her head. He was vile and she needed to focus on getting him gone. She could still win. The woods behind his house were vast.

“Ughh! You are so gross! Fine. I don’t have much choice. Let’s do it.”

They all went out back. Jordan and a couple friends turned around and counted to 100. Everyone else made sure they were logged into the Slack chat. Sure enough, before they were done counting, a photo was posted of Callie. She was looking smug in the hollow of a big tree, her shirt removed. Then the hunters were released.

Callie was in fact very good at hiding, but sadly she couldn’t have know Jordan had an elaborate security camera array. He and his buds were able to locate her quickly and take some nice video of her darting about and stripping. They made sure to make loud noises in the wrong places, and were rewarded with progressively sexier and confident posing from Calliope.

She was a little disappointed, really, that it felt so easy. A not so distant part of Callie wanted Jordan to take her. To claim her and shame her. But she pushed those feelings down and basked in the glow of her impending victory. She wanted to make these photos good. She wanted them to be what he fapped to in some distant place, as he ruminated on how she beat him at his own game.

Just as Callie was about to remove her panties and snap a last photo, Jordan stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her.

“Shhh, my pet. Shh, shh. You did well, but you lost. You are mine now. And that’s what you really wanted, right? To be my loser? To be my bitchy little roommate with the fiery attitude, who I eventually break and turn into my slut. Who I make cuckold her sissy boyfriend, letting him know he lost completely to a man he hates. A man you yourself despise. Mmm, yes, I can feel you trembling. Let’s go back to the house, your new home. No, no, I don’t think you get your clothes back tonight. They’ve all seen your shameless display already anyway. Oh! But let’s take one more selfie, together, so they know where you’ll be spending your nights now.”

*snap*

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(via Chris Searl – Sophie Strobele)

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You were annoyed your neighbor wouldn’t stop badgering your girlfriend to get into the pool with him. You didn’t know how to swim and Jules had sweetly promised she’d stay on the sidelines with you in solidarity. But Alex had been relentless, begging and teasing. “Don’t let your your your little scaredy cat boy keep you from a good time.” Ugh.

“Just go in for a bit and he’ll let it go,” you whispered.

“Tell Alex to fuck off and he’ll let it go,” she retorted.

“Heh, come on, it’s just Alex. He’s always like this.”

“Yeah and someone needs to stand up to him!” she breathed, irritated.

“Yeah…it just he’s, kinda scary, you know? Plus, I’m new in town and I think he can help me make friends…” you trailed off, awkwardly.

“Your hot girlfriend isn’t good enough for that?!” she spat, getting up off your lap. “Alright, Alex baby! I am growing tired of this scaredy cat. Show me a good time!” She dove into the pool, still wearing her shorts and tshirt. Oh gosh, she really seemed mad.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice; he cannon-balled in right beside her as she surfaced. She shrieked and laughed, splashing water into his face. They fooled around, shouting and splashing like kids for a few minutes. At one point Alex just grabbed her waist and hurled her fully into the air. The eruption from her landing even hit you.

As she wiped her face and spit out water, you could tell her shirt had floated up a bit, seemingly showing off her belly. She made no attempt to adjust it. At least she hadn’t brought a swimsuit she could show off! Alex had floated away and now made a long lap back underwater to Jules. Was he…checking her out?

“Nice form you’ve got down there,” he said smugly. Jules blushed. “She looks real good, bud!” Alex called to you. Thanks? Then Alex asked your girlfriend, “You want me to show you what a real man can do?”

“Yeah sure, someone has to” she replied, glaring over at you. Fuck, what the hell was going on? He dove under the surface..and didn’t come up. Jules looked nervous. Where was he? He’d been down too long. They were too close to the edge to see where he’d gone. Then Jules gasped. But he didn’t appear? Instead her contorted face stayed that way for moments, as she reached out a hand to the pool’s lip, gripping tight and closing her eyes. She let out another tiny strangled sound and bit her lip hard.

Then Alex surfaced. “Ta-da! I can hold my breath for three minutes!” Jules just stared at him in shock, breathing heavily. She raised her hand up as if to slap him. Then a look passed over her face and she lowered it.

“Show me again.”

Penelope was younger, innocent and had strong feelings about fidelity. She had a bad habit of getting jealous. It took a while to ease her into being comfortable with your female friends at first. And whenever anybody mentioned the existence of sex, especially kinky sex, she’d get very red-faced and have to leave the room. So of course she was pretty vanilla and hesitant, but overall the sex was good, you loved each other, and at least you didn’t have to worry about her cheating!

Or so it seemed. Things started getting weird after Penny mentioned being terribly shy in high school. So you told her about being awkward and your old bully that used to pick on you. At first she cried – actually cried! She was so horrified that you’d been teased and beaten up. You soothed her, saying it was all in the past. She seemed to calm down.

The next week she acted a bit oddly. You found Penelope staring off into space a lot. One time she just pinched you! Out of the blue! You yelped and asked Penny why the hell she did that. She apologized and sheepishly said she was just ‘curious what it would be like.’

A few days later she asked about your old bully again.

You tried to hold back, but she wouldn’t let go. What did he say to you, how hurt did you get, how did you feel about it? She broke you down, and you told the whole painful saga. From grade school rivals, to relentless pranks that became a general campaign of harassment, to the time he beat you so badly you ended up in the hospital. By the end you were crying about it. You’d been repressing the feelings of shame and helplessness for so long. Penny listened to the whole thing with rapt attention, absently biting her lip and nodding along. Though weirdly she didn’t comfort you when you cried, but instead said she had to run off to the bathroom. She was gone for a while and looked flushed when she came back. Had she been crying? Her eyes weren’t puffy or wet, though. “I’m sorry sweetie, that’s so awful.” She hugged you then, and her hands kinda smelled of sex?

Penny only got weirder after that. On the one hand she was obsessed with this bully. She was way angrier than you were at him and made you give her his name so she could look him up. She found Joe on FaceButt. “God, what an asshole! Look at this smug jerk.” You really didn’t want to. It just re-opened the wounds. “Of course he’s a manager at some fancy company. This type of prick gets off on having lots of money and lording their power over others. I bet he takes credit for the work of his employees and negs his female assistant to try to get in her pants! I bet he grabs her ass and HR says ‘oh that’s just Joe’! I bet he cheats on his wife! I bet he has sex with the wives of his employees just to feel powerful! Oh, of course he posts pictures oh himself shirtless at the gym and the beach! ‘Look at me, I’m a middle manager running from his mortality by getting weirdly buff in his late thirties!’” Penny was getting worked up, so you made her log off.

On the other hand, she was loosening up in surprising ways. She had always run from it, but now she asked your friend Kim outright about BDSM. In detail. Penny was wilder after that. Once while riding you she suddenly slapped your face with full force! She came immediately. That was only the beginning… And out of bed, she began sweetly calling you one of the insults your bully used to use. It really hurt. “Oh it’s just a joke, you sissy bitch!” she replied and giggled uproariously.

The really insane part, though, was Penny when decided she needed a part time job alongside her college studies (even though you offered to support her). She ended up as an assistant at Joe’s company! “Huh?” she replied when you told her, “Oh yeah, I guess I’d forgotten. It’s a big company. I’m sure I won’t see him.”

The gods were cruel, though. She was his assistant! “He’s really nice now, actually. I feel silly I got so worked up. I guess people can change,” Penelope said. You were devastated and felt so vulnerable. You even told her how bad you felt and she still coaxed you into having lunch with him and her. He had changed…into exactly the kind of misogynist jerk Penny had imagined! You showed up at their office and saw him yell at his staff and sexually harass a female intern before coming over to you.

“Babydoll, introduce me to your little boyfriend.”

“We’ve met, Joe,” you replied coldly. Joe took your hand, squeezing far too hard.

“Oh! I totally forgot!” Penny piped up, “You knew Mister Adler in high school, right?” She turned to him, all bubbly “Sorry that slipped my mind, sir!”

The rest of the lunch was similarly surreal. Joe treated Penny like a dim bimbo, while she giggled and played the part. He pretended he couldn’t remember you very well and complimented you on choosing “a fine piece of ass”. He followed with “can I borrow her sometime?, haw haw.”

When you asked her about it later, Penelope acted like it wasn’t anything at all. “Don’t be such a dramatic sissy bitch, hehe. Sorry that’s one of Joe’s favorites when dealing with beta men.” Beta men? “I guess he’s really rubbed off on me, hehe. No, I didn’t forget how you knew him, I just figured you wouldn’t want him knowing that I know all about how he humiliated you as kids. I was just trying to spare your little feefees.” You couldn’t just let that go and started telling her how much he’d hurt you and what an asshole he had proved himself today.

*smack!*

She slapped you! In the middle of your tirade. Hard!

“Feel any better, my sweet little beta boy? You needed to calm down down.”

You were so shocked. She just walked away.

Over time, Penelope’s bad behavior only increased. And her part-time gig started taking up more hours until it was upgraded to full time. She was gone for late nights. Her grades suffered and she was talking about dropping out. Not to mention, you had sex less. When you did, she always wanted you to eat her out first. Then she’d ride you and call you names until she came. Sometimes, you didn’t get to. If she let you come, it was on yourself and after she gathered it and made you lick it off her fingers…

It was months later you got an email from Joe, at his work address:

Hi you fucking cuckold sissy,

By now you should have worked out that your girlfriend is my bitch. And what a bitch she is! I had no idea who she was when she showed up at the office. But this young piece of ass cooed at every compliment and insult I threw her way. A bitch like that is a rare find. You need to cherish the ones that love you when you’re kind and love you more when you are cruel. I’d tell you to hold on tight, but I guess that ship has sorta sailed…

Not that I’m taking her! I have a wife and family, after-all. No, I’d prefer you keep looking after her for me. I’m counting on your beta bitch instincts to lead you to eagerly lap up an alpha male’s leavings and bask in the warm glow of your unfaithful girl’s contempt.

When she begged me to go to lunch with her boyfriend, I just saw it as an opportunity to gloat over another guy who’s girl I would soon claim. So much better to have a face to imagine humiliated and dismayed while I defile his little flower. But what a fucking miracle to find my old whipping bitch standing in my office! Ever since you tried to stop me from hitting on your girlfriend in high school and I beat you unconscious, I have been keenly aware of the pleasure of being an alpha. Of taking what I want without remorse. Did you know your girlfriend left your hospital bed that night, teary eyed, and came right to my place to berate me? Did you know I just laughed and told her what a sissy wimp you were and that she should just admit it made her want me? Did you know I fucked her every hole that night while she thanked me for hurting you? Goddamn highlight of my life.

Until Penny agreed to work late with me the first time, that is. I negged her so hard. I told her she was a dimwitted doll who’d never rise above secretary. I told her she might as well just admit it and strip down. Get on her knees where she’d be spending so much time throughout her career. She trembled as she took off her clothes. I was afraid she’d pass out or cum right then. That’s when I revealed I wasn’t just an old acquaintance of her little boyfriend, I’d bullied him and put him in his place, the emergency room. I could do the same for her.

“I know.”

This was a surprise! You shocked too, little strumpet?

“I know exactly who you are and what you did. And it makes me so. fucking. wet. Ever since he told me how you tore him down, physically and mentally. How you stole his girl. Since that moment he revealed his true nature, I have been a changed woman. I have cum every day thinking about what you did to the love of my life. My sweet beta boy. I will adore him forever, but since that moment – these breasts, this pussy,” you bet your ass she was stripping, “my whole body, my very soul, have belonged to you.”

I of course fucked her face, bent her over my desk, came unprotected in her pussy. I told her she was a good girl. A clever girl for figuring out her place in the world.

“Hehe, thanks, Master! But this silly little airhead just wants to be your slave and cum dump for as long as you’ll have me. Oh, and if you find time to humiliate my true love and make him your punching bag again, I’d really appreciate it.”

See you soon, cuck.

-Joe

ruthless-lust:

Testify!

“I can’t!” you whisper frantically.

“Do it!” she hisses. “Or else I’ll send your brother an invitation to the next little party. You know how he always flirts with me. I’m sure he’d fuck me whether or not you begged.”

Feeling ashamed and defeated, you just nod and take her offered hand. You lead her into the living room, among all your guests, friends and coworkers and a few of her exes. There are gasps and hushed murmurs as they see what she’s wearing…or isn’t. One or two actually wolf whistle. “Looking hot, Lily! Pants are a tool of the patriarchy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise,” jokes your stupid supervisor Tim.

You get down on one knee and begin reciting the lines she gave you. Lots of folks “awww” prematurely. It’s not quite what they expect. “My dearest Lily, you have been my faithful wife and companion for two years now. You have been by my side in sickness and health. We have gathered everyone here on our two year anniversary to witness our love and devotion. So I have only one question.” Many more people gasp and emit “awww”s. “Lily, will you do me the grave dishonor of…” you choke back some tears “of, b-breaking your vows of fidelity. Of defiling our marriage and our marital bed. Of giving over your special love to whoever should ask it of you? T-t…take this wedding band from my finger,” you hold up your hand, “and place it on whomsoever should desire you. Promise to faithfully honor and obey them, so long as they wear this sign of my love. So long as they choose to defile our love with base desire.” You’re crying freely now. The crowd is hushed and confused.

Lily takes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “Shh, baby, you did so well. You’re a good cuck,” she whispers to you. Then she slides off your wedding band and holds it up gleefully to the room. “I accept!”

No one knows what to do. But slowly a few of the men start to applaud and then whistle. Eventually everyone else joins in, though many don’t seem to be sure why.

“Our dear friends, colleagues, former lovers” she winks at her ex, “you have witnessed the defiling of a marriage today but not its dissolution. I will heap every shame upon my dear husband by offering my obedience to any who chooses me. To those of you who disapprove and are disgusted, feel free to leave and tell everyone of the outrage you have seen here. I only ask that you remember it was my husband who begged for this. Please treat him with the contempt and ridicule he deserves. To those others of you…please step forward and claim this ring.”