Tag: slave

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?

see part one

It had been a year since the Halloween party where your brutish coworker had dressed as Boba Fett and preyed on your girlfriend’s intense dedication to staying in cosplay character. He convinced Slave Leia that her terrorist actions against a sovereign ruler of the former Republic, Jaba the Hutt, could sink the rebellion’s credibility. If the rebels took out sovereign rulers over personal vendettas, could they really be trusted as the torch bearers of democracy? So your girlfriend had agreed to go off with your bully, to an empty bedroom, and begin “proper slave training.” Beaten down by your coworker and told by your girl that, as Han Solo, you were too weak and blind from carbonite hibernation sickness to save her, you sat in the living room, miserable and anxious. You wondered what they were doing and drank yourself into unconsciousness. In the morning your girlfriend woke you up and made you drive her home. 

Since then, you had both mostly pretended it didn’t happen. The one talk had been brief. “I’m sorry I got carried away, baby! You know how I am about staying in character! Besides, he just like made me dance and follow commands. Mostly getting him drinks. Being his footstool while he watched TV was the worst of it.” “Um, what kind of dances?” “Nothing! Just like cage dancer stuff. I didn’t strip! I mean, I did sorta give him a lap-dance…But! I told him he had to follow club rules: no touching the girls; they touch you, not vice versa.” You weren’t quite sure that was better but chose to be willfully ignorant and to believe in your girlfriend as hard as you could. You adored her and thinking on your doubts hurt.

She began going to more conventions than ever before. She’d always put a lot of effort into her characters and costumes, engaging in various LARPs and narrative improvs. Usually as a badass female warrior from fantasy or scifi. Nothing too femme or revealing. Yet now all of her costumes were skimpy and she seemed to have singled out every fictional slave girl character, from Star Trek to Mad Max to Elder Scrolls to Gor. You used to go with her when work permitted but now you couldn’t bear it, making weak excuses. She didn’t push you hard to change your mind.

You coworker, “Boba,” wasn’t nearly as reticent about the subject of the party. The next work day after that fateful Halloween party he had come right up to your desk and thanked you for telling him all about your girlfriend’s hot costume idea. “Without you I never would have tried this silly LARP stuff you nerds are always going on about. It was dumb but I can’t say it wasn’t fun. Your girlfriend was really dedicated to her part. Got down on her knees like a real slave and went to work, you know? And it wouldn’t have been possible without your cowardly, weakened Solo. Props, man!” Your only advantage over your bully coworker had been the girlfriend he lusted after and couldn’t have. Then you’d foolishly bragged and gave him the last advantage. You felt so dispirited that when he asked to have you reassigned under him, you didn’t argue. Occasionally he sent you home with a gift “for the Missus.” A few were the new slave costumes she’d go on to wear. All contained long notes she didn’t let you see. Sometimes your new boss was out on work trips the same weekends your girlfriend was at conventions. Weird coincidences, surely.

Friends tried to get you to break up with your girlfriend but you wouldn’t hear them. Nothing was wrong. Eventually your bestie couldn’t take it anymore and made you sit down and click through a gallery he’d compiled. It had posts and photos from various convention message boards. At first you just saw your girlfriend in her barely-there slave outfits. You’d seen that. Maybe not while being hugged so tight by other cosplayers and sweaty nerds, but whatever. She was good at what she did. Screenshots of her posts showed her building up her characters and looking for “slave trainers” and “slave owners” to play with. That made sense, too, really. You couldn’t be a slave by yourself. Cryptic references to how “Master” wanted her trained properly were just artistic flourishes, probably. More photos now showed her holding a sign saying “Train Me! Will work 4 orders.” And other cosplayers holding her leash while she leaned against them devotedly or kneeled at their feet. Some of the men looked a bit like your boss but they wore masks. Those made you feel weird. Surely it was paranoia, though, right? Another photo showed her beaming as various men and women wrote on her exposed skin in sharpie. Clicking through you saw “grope me” on her lower back, “cosplay = consent” on her stomach and “dumb slave” on her forehead. She looked so happy.

“You know, I get that it seems bad. I appreciate that you care, I do, but I love and trust my girlfriend. It’s just roleplay. Fantasy isn’t cheating.”

Your bestie left in disgust. You got a buzz on your phone. Bully boss wanted you to work late again, on Halloween. You sighed and texted your girlfriend that you’d have to be very late to the party. She said it was okay. Such a sweetie. 

When 5PM rolled around on the 31st and Slave Leia showed in your office, you were confused but delighted. “Hey there Baby! I told you I have to work late. I’m so glad to see you, though! Wait…weren’t we going as

Hephaestus and Venus?” Your girlfriend bit her lip nervously and looked down. “Well, I mean, you couldn’t make it until who knows when…and I got a different offer…and you know I love having someone to LARP with, right?”

That’s when your boss emerged from his office, dressed as Boba Fett again, helmet in hand. “Slave! Do not speak to the riffraff unless I say you can.” “I’m so sorry, Master Fett! It won’t happen again! I’ve been training so hard to be a good slave. Please don’t tell Jabba!” He grabbed her chain leash, jerking it hard. “Hmph, we will see how trained you are. Though I do hope you have some Princess left in you for me to break.” She cooed. “And you, minion! Check that work in triplicate. Make a single mistake and there’ll be hell to pay. You may come watch me in action once you are done. Understood? Good. Now slave, show me your pleasure that I deign to be seen with you.” Your girlfriend went on tiptoe and you watched in horror as she kissed your bully deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her nearly naked body fully against his.

When you started dating your girlfriend she had warned there would be “complications”. You were obsessed and madly in I love so you agreed to do “whatever it takes” to be with her. 

That’s when she sheepishly brought out The Contact. It said someone named Lucas Tipton owned your girlfriend’s body and was entitled to “ravage her whenever he so pleases.” What the hell?! He was her ex, she explained. She’d been into his kinks and so signing away her bodily autonomy had just seemed really hot at the time. Nothing in the contract had forbidden her from dumping the asshole when she grew wise to his womanizing. Unfortunately, according to the rules, only he could release her from her obligations. 

Surely this wasn’t legal? “No,” she replied, looking away, “but my Papa brought me up to respect men and always honor my agreements and promises. I hate it, I do, but I just can’t dishonor myself and my Papa by turning back on my word. He may not keep his promises, but I do. I can’t sink to his level. I know this is weird, but…can you still love me?” Of course you could. You had no choice but to love her. 

That’s how you ended up with a girlfriend who fucks her ex more than she does you. Oh, at first she tried to keep parity, but more and more these days she’s just too tired and sore. You hate it, but you love each other. And you respect her sense of duty and trust. Sure, sometimes you wish it was a little less… Like when she earnestly thanks every cat-caller for their compliments and complies with their demands that she “twirl for me, show me what you got.” Or how she abandons you at the drop of a hat when her ex texts her a booty call. Or worse, the appointment she has to get a clit piercing and tramp stamp tattoo reading ‘Luke’s Bitch’. But what can you do? “I’m so sorry babe, but he owns my body; I take that seriously. And it’s not like I’m not his bitch. But I’m your love, honey.”

shadowbornkayla:

A GIFT FOR YOU
PART THREE
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“Yes mistress.” I said again, as she instructed me to cook her dinner for the fourth time this week.

My ankles were SO fucking sore, having had worn three-inch heels around the house to do all the housework for who I used to consider my girlfriend. Ever since she gained absolute control over me when that witch changed me into a blonde, she’s gotten a little out of hand.

“My pet,” she called me that now, I guess, “you’ve been such a doll, but I can’t help but miss the touch of a man.”

Alison stood close behind me, her fingers tracing the outline of my panties through the dress she made me wear. Over the past few days she’d made me wear all manner of feminine attire, even going so far as to buy me my own lingerie. The make-up and sexy poses she forced me in have almost become second nature…

“Mistress, does this mean you’ll turn me back into a man?” I asked, carefully, not giving eye contact as I tended to the meal.

“No, sweetie. It means I have a job for you tonight.” I could sense her menacing grin without looking. “I want you to find us a hot guy tonight and bring him here. I might even be willing to share him!”

The command was set. I grimaced as best as my face would let me. I felt Alison’s hand gripping my butt excitedly, leaning in to my neck to kiss me just below my ear. I swallowed, my eyes still focusing on my cooking, but knowing that my body would betray me and that I’d find myself taking some dude home with me tonight.

“W-why? Mistress, please…” I begged, knowing that it didn’t matter at this point.

“Mama wants dick, silly. And you don’t have a dick anymore. You’re too pretty for a dick. Isn’t that right?” She whispered into my ear, gripping my ass even harder, causing me to tense up.

“N-no… mistress, I can’t…” I shook my head. It was futile.

“Tell me you’re too pretty to have a dick.” She snapped.

“I’m too pretty to have a dick.” I replied, softly.

“That’s right!” She said, slapping my ass, causing a squeal to escape my lips. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense again, you hear me? If you’re going to talk about men, it will be like a horny woman looking for a good fucking.”

“B-but mistress, I just love cock! You know that, pl-please let me find a man tonight and bring him home to f-f-fuck me, too!” I clenched my fist, I didn’t want to say those things!

Alison plopped down on the couch and put her feet up. “We will see, my pet. We will see.” She mused further. “Your name is not Brett anymore, it’s Brittany now. Also, I want you to act confident and sexy around men. No more of this childish stuttering!”

I stared down at the food I was still preparing, my pampered blonde hair falling just into view. “Yes mistress.”

—

My heels clicked on the cobblestones outside the bar I was headed for. My purse dangled lightly at my side. I didn’t really carry much on me, Angela said I probably wouldn’t need money.

I opened the door and was met by that familiar scent of booze and people. I scanned the room briefly, looking at the crowd for a suitable guy. In order to complete my command, I needed to score a hot man for my girlfriend.

Fuck this shit.

“Hey there, you looking for some company?” A drunk voice offered from behind me. I spun around and saw the guy checking out my ass.

Ugh. At least he wasn’t that attractive.

“Uhm, Yeah, but not with you. Sorry!” I smiled, turning back to the crowd and trying to make my way somewhere else.

“Pfft. Bitch.” I heard him spat. “Girls like you are always such cocksuckers. You should get a real man like me.”

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I felt strange… Like I had made a mistake? I turned around to look at him again, and realized he *was* hot! Fuck, how did I miss that?

“Sorry, um, what was your name again?” I asked, walking back to him. I noticed his tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me strangely.

“Uhh, Dave. Wait, you just turned me down…?”

“Mmhmm, but maybe I changed my mind? You seem like way more of a real man, you know…” I twirled my hair. I just needed to get him home to Alison. “I’m Brittany, and I have a girlfriend at home that would just LOVE to meet you.”

“Changed your mind… girlfriend…?” He seemed lost. “Look babe, I just want pussy. You look like a good fuck…” he looked me up and down again, “…but I kinda wish you had bigger tits! Haha!”

I rolled my eyes, wishing he was a little smarter than this. Then, my chest started to swell, and I looked down in horror as my tits expanded, pushing out my bra.

Shit.

“What the…” Dave gazed at my new breasts, mystified. “Did I do that?”

“I, uh, have to go…” I crossed my arms over my chest, somehow fighting against my programming. I needed to get out of there, FAST.

“N-no, girl, stay a while.” Dave leaned in, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “That’s interesting stuff. I wish you were a little shorter, too!”

I felt myself change further, shrinking down another few inches. “Uh… okay, I’ll stay…” I muttered. My feet wouldn’t allow me to move.

Dave looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Unfortunately for me, perhaps, the bar was crowded enough that no one was paying attention to us.

“Fuckin’ incredible. Come outside with me, Brittany.” He took my hand and I just… followed him. Conflicting thoughts rolled through my head: on one hand he was somehow also changing me, and on the other he was so fucking hot!

We went around the corner of the bar into the alleyway and he looked at me like he was crazed. “Take off your top.”

“Oh… okay.” I lifted my blouse over my head and revealed my now giant breasts to him. The bra I was wearing hardly covered them!

“What WON’T you do, babe!? Tell me you’re a good little cocksucker, too!”

“I’m a good little cocksucker, too…” I repeated to him.

“Hoo boy! I think I hit the fucking jackpot!” He cheered. “Forget about your little girlfriend, you’re coming with me!”

Girlfriend… girlfriend? “Um… what girlfriend?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him keep changing me like this! “Please, Dave, stop changing me… I can’t control it, you have to stop!”

“Pfft. And throw away a chance like this? You’re my girlfriend now, babe. And I want you to have a tattoo just like mine!” He laughed giddily.

My head was spinning. I put my arm up to my face and saw a swirl of ink crawling up it, creating an intricate tattoo sleeve. I thought I’d never had a tattoo before, but suddenly I felt like I could remember the pain I went through to get this one. I stopped to admire it before looking back at my drunk boyfriend still ogling my tits.

“God, Dave, why do you have to keep staring at my breasts? My eyes are up here.” I huffed, leaning into him. I was cold, and couldn’t for the life of me know why I would have removed my top out here.

He laughed again, seeming to sober up in the excitement. “Don’t be such a prude, Britt. You are a dirty little whore and you know it…”

Prude? Ha! I’ve never been a prude. “Mmhmm I know, baby.” I looked both ways to see if anyone might be watching, then got down on my knees in front of him. After all, I was a good little whore that loved sucking cock. I’ll show him!

“Gimme your dick, baby…” I said, reaching for his belt. He clumsily undid his pants and released his massive dick, and I didn’t want to wait. I slurped it into my mouth like a lollipop and feasted. It was sooo hot and musky!

“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, girl. Ohh yeah.” He thrusted his dick deeper into my slutty little face, gripping my hair until it hurt. “Your name is Steph now, a good name for a cock slut Iike you! Come home with me.”

I licked his tasty precum and smiled up at my hunky boy toy. “Yeah, that’s my name, so, like, what? We gonna fuck at home? I want you to have sex with me right here!”

“Wish granted.” He took my hand and gestures me to stand up. He grabbed my waist and lifted my dress up until he could tug my panties down my hips. I leaned forward onto the brick wall in front of me and giggled.

“Oooh yes,” I said as I felt his wet dick tip rub against my ass. I was so horny, I wanted to explode!

“It would be hotter if you begged me,” I heard him say. “Beg me like a dumb broad.”

I NEEDED this! “Mmmm please baby, fuck me? Pleeeease? My pussy is so fucking wet, hon, put it in- oohhhhHH!”

I squealed as his dick slid into my dripping clit, and he wasted no time pumping his hard cock up inside me. My hands pressed against the rough wall as my world was transformed to dirty brick and flesh and cum. This was who I was, a dirty girl fucking her boyfriend in an alleyway.

“Yes, yes, yes, mmmm you’re so hard baby, please fuck me harder!” I screamed! I didn’t care! I was my man’s little dirty whore and if everyone at that bar found out I’d be turned on more! I massaged my clitoris as he fucked me from behind, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy rocked me.

When he finally finished with me my cunt leaked his semen, and I pulled my panties up to start soaking it up. God I felt so god damn amazing!! I kissed my boyfriend with my stinky dicksucking mouth and playfully patted his hard crotch.

“Let’s do that again sometime, stud.” I winked, brushing my tousled hair back into place to regain some semblance of my feminine dignity.

He took my hand and called us a cab to go back to his place.

Mmm, careful what you program your girl for.

soulcorruptor:

“Why do you keep fighting the Patriarchy?”

“Because it’s an outdated societal structure that gives too much power to men.”

“What’s outdated about it?”

“Are you honestly asking? Well, clearly society is better off when women get some of the power too.”

“Oh really? What would women do with that power?”

“Well, I’d use it to make things better for everyone!”

“Better how?”

“I’d make things more equal!”

“Is equal always better?”

“Of course it is!”

“Are you sure?”

“Whoa, your voice just got…really…weird…”

“Are you sure equal is always better?”

“Am I…no..what?”

“Focus on my voice. Is equal always better?”

“Is…equal…better? I…”

“The poles of magnets are not equal. Magnets are attracted to opposites. Weakness is drawn to power.”

“Drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re weak and therefore drawn to power.”

“I’m…weak…drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re so weak that fighting is exhausting.”

“Yes…so tired…”

“You’re not made to fight. You’re too weak to fight. You’re made to surrender.”

“Too…weak to fight….”

“You’re too weak to fight. Too weak to resist. You can’t help but surrender.”

“Can’t resist…must surrender…”

“Yes. Surrender. Surrender is sexy. Fighting is not.”

“Surrender…is…sexy…”

“Do you want to fight anymore, little girl?”

“No…no fight…I surrender…”

“Good girl. Surrender to me. Show me your tits.”

“Yes…Sir…”

“Excellent. Surrender is sexy. You are too. You’re sexy porn for me now.”

“Surrender…sexy..I am porn.”

“You are porn, and porn girls take cock without question.”

“Porn girl…take cock without question…”

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet, so soft. You’re wet, soft and weak, a perfect slave.”

“”Wet, soft and weak…perfect slave.”

“Fuck, I came deep inside you. Go get your best friend while I recover. We’ll enslave her too. Teach her that surrender is sexy.”

“Yes Master…enslave more girls…surrender is sexy. We surrender to you.”

***Thank you for submitting your tits, @cloudxcar. They were perfect inspiration for this post.***

Mmmm, weak and soft. Surrender…

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.”

I’m not a patron, so I don’t know if you’ll consider this, but Lara Croft being someone’s horny pet.

tentaclefan:

(You don’t have to be a patron to submit prompts for Quick
Fics!)

Down on all fours Lara crouched nearly naked save for a few
decorative flourishes her owner insisted upon. The headband that she wore atop
her dark brown hair had a pair of pointed dog ears jutting up from her head that
were a slightly lighter shade than her hair. The black leather collar she wore
had a metal nametag upon it which simply read ‘Lara’. And then there was the
canine tail which stuck lewdly out of her asshole, mounted as it was on the
buttplug shoved up her rectum. Her athletic slender limbs and generous
voluptuous breasts however were entirely bare.

Her owner, a rather portly and elder gentleman, reached down
and petted her atop her brown hair. The filthy rich SOB had bought her at an
auction some time ago and her training as a pet had come along nicely. He
grinned happily at her as his large hand slid down to caress her cheek and
chin. “Who’s my slutty little doggie.” She rubbed her face into his hand happily
as she enjoyed her master’s touch. His other hand dipped down beneath her as he
took hold of one of her magnificent breasts and gave it a firm squeeze. His
fingers teased her nipple, plucking and pulling at it making her yelp in
response.

“Lara! Present!” He barked his command and she nodded her
head, making her long braided ponytail shake in response. With that she turned
about to face away from him shoving herself ass first in his direction. He
reached out with both hands and took hold of her round curvy cheeks. Giving her
ass a good long grope, his thumbs and fingers dug into her soft welcoming
flesh. Then he took hold of the tail jutting out of her ass at the base and
began to pull on it slightly. It began to spread her tight little pucker a bit
as the butt plug threatened to slide out but he didn’t pull hard enough to make
it emerge fully. Instead he pumped it in and out agonizingly slowly making Lara
whimper and cry. The sensation of having her ass teased such was overpowering.

After a few moments of such play he suddenly switched
tactics and pulled it straight out of her ass. Lara came on the spot her
already damp pussy spraying out her nectar upon the ground. She moaned a
throaty moan as she came from having her ass toyed with and remained there
offering up a clear view of her asshole as it winked up at him, spreading and
closing, spreading and closing again. Reaching into his robe he fished out his
long gnarled cock and placed the tip of his prick to her backdoor. Lara
stiffened and glanced back longingly as she felt his hard hot prick tease her.
She saw him as he grabbed hold of her hips and drove his length inside her.
More moans followed, joining the grunting sounds he let out as he claimed her
tight ass.

It was rough passionate fucking that followed. One hand
remained firmly on her hip as he drove into her and she pressed back with her
hips to meet him. His other hand reared back and with an open palm he slapped
her across the ass over and over leaving a series of red hand prints emblazoned
there. Lara came again as he fucked and spanked her amazing ass. The sounds of
her moans joined the noise of the swatting and the slapping sound of flesh
coming together in rapid fire motion. Within moments he groaned as he slammed
up into her tailpipe and began to spew his load. Thick gouts of cock cream
splattered out inside her painting her inner walls white with gooey dripping
seed. He emptied his balls inside her until she could stand no more and fell
upon the floor in a heap. His cock slid from her ass and dribbled out the last
dregs of his cum across the round curves of her ass. As Lara curled up there
before him he reached down and stroked her hair once more. “Good girl, that’s
my good little bitch.”

Piss is the new cum

fucktoy-school:

Being a urinal is a great way for a fucktoy to not only serve but also to connect with her owner.  Indeed, what could be great for a cock addicted fucktoy than to consume the piss of her owner?  Drinking piss however can be, psychologically at least, a rather large barrier for some 

The good news is however that this barrier is a relatively easy one to overcome.  I have used this method myself on a very submissive cunt who was excited but initially reluctant and couldn’t bring herself to get over that initial psychological barrier, which is understandable as we are raised to regard piss as dirty.

The first step it to purchase some fruit cordial.  Doesn’t matter which flavour, blackcurrant, orange etc, which ever your fucktoy prefers.  Put a small amount of cordial into a glass, and fill the rest up with piss.  Now you have a drink which looks like cordial, smells like cordial and tastes like fruit cordial.

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Once consumed the mental barrier is now broken, she knows she is a piss drinking slut, and you can continue  reducing the amount of cordial each time, until slowly over a period of weeks, she is left with a glass of pure piss.

You may even find, as I did with the slut I trained, that once the mental barrier is broken, she may not need any cordial at all next time.  Once she had drank that first glass the barrier was broken, she accepted she was a piss drinker and wanted the next time for it to be pure piss.

Enjoy.  And remember now whenever you are out in public and are caught short, you now have a mobile urinal with you.

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I find being drunk first helps ;P

The stupid part had been bragging to your bully of a coworker how your hot girlfriend was going to dress as the ultimate male fantasy. But the insufferable jerk was always one step ahead of you. Always getting the praise, the promotions. The only thing you seemed to have that he didn’t was a very sexy girlfriend. It annoyed you that he hit on her whenever she came by. And that she giggled a bit too much when he did so. Still, his unfulfilled desire for your girl was perhaps the one thing that gave you power over him. 

So you bragged and said she’d be slave Leia and you’d be her dashing Han Solo. He didn’t seem as jealous as you’d like. In fact, he grinned. But whatever, you had the supreme sex symbol and he didn’t. You walked away feeling like a winner.

Thus it came as a shock when he showed up at the party as Boba Fett and told your ‘Leia’ he was here to claim her as a runaway slave. He took hold of her leash as if it was his right. Your girlfriend blushed. Fuck! Was she just going to go for this?

“Screw yourself, bounty hunter! I am a Princess and Diplomat. You have no authority over me,” she spat at him. Thank god! She had you worried.

“Princess Leia, you are a known traitor to the Empire and have been stripped of all rank. You are mine to take as I please,” responded ‘Boba,’ jerking her leash, causing her to gasp and take an involuntary step. What an ass! You were about to step in when-

“The Rebellion doesn’t recognize the authority of this unlawful empire or its unscrupulous lapdogs, Boba!” she yelled, full of vitriol. Jesus! Your girlfriend was really into this roleplay. At least it felt good to watch her tear into your bully for once instead of cooing at his flirtations.

“Ahh, we must all bend-” he said, leaning toward your girl and pulling her leash so her head came down and towards his, “before the law. Don’t you agree?” She was blushing deeper and looking so intently at him. Fuck!

“Of course you do. Even your little rebellion rests upon the authority of the old republic and its democratic senate. Isn’t that right?” Your girlfriend was practically panting. She looked entranced by him.

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“Answer me, Slut Leia!” he demanded, yanking her chain so hard she stumbled and fell onto her knees. She made a choked sound and gazed up at him as if at a god, mouth agape.

“…o-of course it does, mast- uh, Boba. We are…” she took a strained breath “the torch bearers of just rule and peace in the galaxy. We represents the true will of free and sovereign people.”

“Yes, yes, very noble. Now tell me, did not the Hutts have rule of this planet under the Republic, too?”

She muttered something derogatory about “gangster scum” and he jerked her chain. “Yes!” she yelped, “they ruled legally.”

“Good, and did they not have the lawful authority to enslave those in debt to them. …Or those who threatened their lives. Exactly as you did while attempting to steal Jaba’s property, Mr Han Solo here?”

She didn’t look up at him. She bit her lip and mumbled, her face flushed.

“Look at me, Princess Whore!” he demanded, yanking her head up.

“Yes!” she cried.

“And so are you not legal chattel and mine to claim as an authorized bounty hunter?” 

“…yes.”

“And so will you not come with me like a good slave? I’m sure you wouldn’t want the word to get out that a high ranking operative of your ‘people’s rebellion’ was threatening a sovereign leader with assassination and theft of his property. People might think your little rebellion wasn’t so just anymore. They might see it as a gang. Other leaders might see you not as liberators, but as a threat to their free rule.”

‘Leia’ gasped in shock, “You wouldn’t! Sir, uh, Boba, you can’t do that! It would crush what little support we have!”

“Tsk, tsk, my naughty slave. If I don’t, surely Jaba will? What reason has he to protect a Republic that threatens him so?”

“I acted alone! They didn’t authorize this, didn’t know! Don’t ruin freedom’s only chance! I’ll…I’ll do anything, Sir!”

“Yes, hmm. Well I have some influence, but I doubt a Hutt would believe such a useless slave girl that doesn’t even know what to offer her betters when they bring her to her knees.”

She gulped and started reaching out toward his crotch with searching, imploring hands.

“…yes, Master Fett. I accept my place as a lawful slave. You are wise and magnanimous. Please…let me show you that I can learn to be a proper sex slave.” She had started removing his codpiece.

 You’d let this jerk bully you in the past, but this was too much.

“Hold it right there ‘Boba’! This is too much. Let go of my fucking girlfriend before I punch your teeth in.”

WHAM!

You were on the ground and in pain before you knew what happened. His foot was then on your chest and he put his weight on it. 

“Sorry, Han, but you’re blind and imprisoned at the part of the story.” He reached down and fastened a cloth around your eyes. Then he flipped you over and snapped handcuffs tightly on your wrists.

“Stop this farce, you asshole!”

“Sorry, honey, but he’s right. There’s no way Han could save Leia at this point in the movie. Be a good boy and play your part. Now, Master Fett, where were we? Oh yes, I believe you were going to let me prove what an obedient, slutty slave I can be…” 

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see part two