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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.

My Boss is an Ally

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I was working in an office during summer break from college. It was sort of an internship, but I actually got paid. It was a lot of fun and felt like some good job experience. I was basically a secretary but I got to manage a few people too and they were talking about a real job after I graduated. So I wasn’t worried when my boss called me into his office, until I saw the dour look on his face.

“Please close the door. This is a little sensitive. No, don’t sit.”

I stood awkwardly in front of my older boss as he looked me up and down in my black skinny jeans, black silk dress shirt, plugs and bleached hair. My boss was a bit of a silver fox. His attention made me shiver.

“You know how we monitor the internet traffic of our employees.”

“Wha-…N-no, sir.” I stumbled over my words, blushing.

“It’s in the handbook you agreed to be bound by when you started. You really should read it. There’s lots of…liberties we can take.” 

“Oh?”

“Yes…well, more to the point, IT sent word you’d been spending more and more time going to non-work sites. No worries, they don’t see the specifics. It all gets flagged by the system and obfuscated, but I was sent the list to review. Standard practice. I expected Facebook, Twitter, porn. Unimportant stuff we don’t care about. But it seems you’ve been spending hours each day browsing transgender sites. MTF, specifically. Instructional, supportive, some…lewd.”

“I’m so terribly sorry, sir! It won’t happen again! I was still getting my work done, I swear! It was for a friend!”

“Hush, hush. No, no, quiet your hysterics. I’m not firing you. You’ve made me realize that our health insurance doesn’t cover gender transition, or whatever you call it. I’m in talks with HR to get that fixed. Would you like that?”

“Ummm, yes sir, but I’m a temp employee. I don’t get benefits. And I’ll be back in school soon.”

“Yes, about that. Well, what’s more important, being a girl or being a college graduate?”

He had me there. I was quivering. From anticipation, fear, confusion, eroticism. “A g-girl, sir?”

“Good! Glad to hear. No one cares if an airhead secretary finished college. So how about you drop out and come be my assistant full time? Then you can start taking hormones immediately. Don’t even bother to officially drop, actually. Failing out of college will get you so much more in the proper mindset for your new life.” I just nodded, dumbstruck. Some part of my mind screamed at the degradation and sexism, but my libido had teamed up with my gender euphoria and was firmly in control. 

“You know I like you, right?” my boss continued. “How much I’ve come to depend on you? It would be cruel to leave me now. I know we were grooming you for ‘better’ things but I think you’ll agree that the real best thing for a dumb bimbo like you isn’t to be a manager but rather my secretary” 

I nodded, mouth slightly agape, drooling. 

“I’m so glad you understand! I normally like cute young girls as my secretaries. When I got you I was initially disappointed. And then worried at how much I…enjoyed having you serve me. It didn’t help what a pretty thing you were. I felt very confused since I don’t like guys. Plus, the other upper managers teased me, y’know? ‘Roy, how’s that assistant treating you? Is it true men are better at giving head?’“

“I’m, uh, sorry, sir. I should have, um, told you sooner?”

“Yes, you should have. Trust your boss. I can’t help if I don’t know the truth. Well, the important thing is I know you’re a girl now and I can rest easy. I don’t have to feel weird about wanting to plow you. Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to sexually harass you.”

“Oh, um, no offense taken. It’s…a little flattering.”

“Just like a girl! You know how many girl secretaries I’ve had that eagerly jumped on my cock?”

“No?”

“Me neither! A dozen? Most of them, in any case. By the end. Girls like powerful, older men. They like being put in their place.  Do you?”

God, how did he have me so spot-on? I was just about to cream my panties. 

“…yes, sir.”

“See, you’re such a good girl! Who could argue with that? Idiots.”

Tears were forming in my eyes. “*sniff* thank you, sir.”

“What should I call you? Do you have a new name picked out?”

I nodded and spoke meekly, “K-Kendra, sir.”

“Kendra! Lovely name. I’ll get HR on that. Now, Kendra, you’ll get more hours and the chance for overtime, but you’ll make less per hour, of course.”

“Wh-what? But why?”

“Silly girl. Women make less than men. You want to be a woman, right?”

I nodded, dazed.

“Good! Plus it will offset the cost of adding trans coverage to our health plan. Just think of all the supposed men we could be paying 22% less! Sure, there will be migration in the opposite direction, too, but I think our misogynist culture will keep most of them away. And draw your lot like a moth to the flames”

Fuck! He had my number. I was squirming.

“Well I can see I have you intrigued. Show me that big clitty of yours. Yes…now! Mmm, not bad. Though I suspect no one ever mistook it for a real cock. Not just that it’s a bit small for a cock, but everything about you. It just doesn’t add up that you could be anything but a girl.”

Tears were falling down my face as I stood before my boss with my erect clit out. “yes, sir.”

“Mmmm, now strip for me. You want it, right? Good. Now take off all your clothes. Let me see your slutty girl body. Wow, what a perfect canvas for a new girl to start from. I can’t wait to watch it develop. Okay, now I’m going to suck that clit. You’re not to fuck anyone with your clit, anymore, you understand?”

I nodded.

“Good girl. Now only use this pussy back here. If you decide to shrink that clitty and get another pussy, then you can get fucked there, too. But be a good girl. No topping.”

I whimpered as he sucked me. Eventually I was wracked with an orgasm and he let my juices fall all over my stomach and chest.

“Just rub that in. Yes, use your hands. It’ll dry eventually and then you can get dressed. You’ll smell of sex all day, like a proper slut.”

Then he started fucking my ass (um, pussy?). He rubbed some of my own lubrication in there. I moaned with abandon in his office, wondering who could hear.

“Now about those stock boys you manage. I know you like supervising people, but it just isn’t seemly for a good girl like you to be ordering men around. Even if they are just teenage layabouts. It would damage their morale. But, I’m not a cruel man. And I’ve overhead that they like you; in fact, they want to get you in a dress and bend you over as I am. Clever boys. So I’ll let you still work with them. It’s just that the only commands you can give them will be mine. Any input you have for them will be more of a…suggestion. As men, young and immature though they may be, you are to respect their greater aptitude for logic and critical thinking. If they countermand or question you, thank them for their input. If they try anything…well, understand it’s good for morale. Got it?”

“Y-yes, sir! Fuck! How are you so good at this?”

“Thanks, Kendra. I have decades of experience bringing impressionable young girls to heel. Now, we’ll send out an office-wide email Monday congratulating you on your new position, letting people know about your name and pronouns, and letting everyone know that if they need anything at all that you are here to help anyone in any way you can. Sound good?”

“Fuck! Ahhh. Yes, sir!”

“You might want to apologize to the stock boys for ever putting yourself over them. I’ll set up a meeting, okay?”

“Yes! Mmmmmm.”

“Mind if I cum in you?”

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

“Good girl.”

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…

‘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…

ruthless-lust:

Salt Lick

He’d been so angry about your bold declaration that he’d gone off and told her about it. That had been a huge mistake. She seemed more intrigued than offended. 

You really just said it aloud like that, in front of all your coworkers and his? 

“Yes, can you believe the nerve?” 

Barely, but she was warming up to the idea. And what did her husband say? 

“Well what could one say to such an inappropriate comment in public? I wandered off while my coworkers laughed. It was humiliating” 

Her husband just ran away?! And had you said anything else, she asked, flushing. 

“Yeah, he said to run off and tell my wife she’d be sucking his cock within the week and she might want to practice deep throating on something decent sized. Like a big cucumber. What a dick.”

Yes, what a dick…she mumbled. So…um, her husband had done as asked then? And not challenged the coworker declaring dominance?

“Exactly, you get it. It’s not worth rising to the challenge of these stupid alpha males. Just don’t engage. I’m glad I can tell you about it.”

Yes, good job. Her husband was a good boy, she assured him. Later that night she unlocked his phone and retrieved your number. My husband told me what you said, just like a good boy, she texted.

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.”

takingyourwifesisterdaughtermom:

Your neighbour put his pants back on and patted your head on his way out..

“Thanks for letting me use your daughter cuck.. She has a tight little cunt just like your wife!”

It was your fault. All your fault.

“What, are you hoping to get on Teen Mom?” you had snidely remarked to your sweet daughter when she proudly showed off the new bellybutton piercing. Her shirt was lifted up to display the dangling black gem on her smooth stomach. Her impressive breasts peaked dangerously below the uplifted fabric. She’d just gotten the piercing at the mall with your wife. You instantly regretted your words but it was too late to take it back. Her glowing face fell into dismay and then lit up with rage

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Dad! Mom says men like like a little jewelry in cute, unexpected places. I thought you’d like it. But instead you act like this. I guess she’s right. I defended you, you know?! God, I really did. But no, I guess she’s right; you’re not a real man!”

“I didn’t mean- It came out wrong, I just-” you fumbled out.

It wasn’t about her. You were so stressed since her mom got angry at you and had been giving you the cold shoulder for months since. 

“That’s not even an apology! You really are a fucking sissy! Mommy told me.”

Things had looked up when your wife started making lunch dates with you. Reconciliation seemed possible, inevitable even. …That was before this asshole at your work – Davide – started flirting blatantly with her whenever she came by. Before she started flirting back…With this jerk, the one who had beat you out for the promotion. The one who your wife had complained about for months after he came onto her at a staff holiday party and groped her ass. Yet now she couldn’t get enough of this sexist womanizer and his domineering attitude. 

“I’m sorry! Shit. Your words hurt, too, you know?” you responded, tearing up a little. You couldn’t believe your wife had said these things to her daughter.

“Oh, poor baby. Baby’s little fee-fees are hurt are they? God. You’re such a crybaby. Of course a wimp like you would slut-shame your daughter. You have no power anymore so you lash out. Mom told me she stopped fucking you months ago, Daddy.”

Their flirtations had started eating into more and more of your lunch ‘dates’. Eventually you didn’t have time to go out so she brought in lunches. He’d asked where his was and she offered him half her sandwich and half of yours. ‘A big strong man like you needs more,’ she’d cooed. From then on she brought three lunches. One day she brought a meal she knew you were allergic to. ‘I know, Sweetie, but it’s his favorite and I never get to have it either. You can go out, right?’

“She told you that?” You were really tearing up now.

“Yeah, you pathetic baby! Maybe I am a slut but at least I can get some.”

You’d gone out for lunch, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. When you came back you found them still in the break-room. She had her legs draped over his lap and was spooning the last bits of the meal into his mouth. She popped the same spoon into her mouth, savoring the dregs and saliva he’d left behind and emitting a satisfied little moan.

“I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry! I’m just stressed because of Mom. You’re not a slut, Sweetie.”

“Too little, too late, you worm! I’m proud to be a slut! I want to be one. Just like Mommy!”

‘Davide’s invited us to his place for drinks  and games. Isn’t that nice, my darling husband?’ You could hear cruel irony in the way she said ‘darling husband’ but what could you do? The party was a small gathering of adult friends, both from work and outside. You all got drunk. Somehow they all seemed to be funneling the most drinks into you, though. And you could swear Davide’s manager, your ‘big boss’, purposefully held you up when Davide asked your wife to help him with something in the kitchen. You were almost too drunk to tell, but you were pretty sure the kitchen wasn’t upstairs…

You woke with a start, still in your rival’s living room, early morning sun streaming through blinds. Your wife was nowhere to be seen. Heard, though, definitely. You’d recognize those cries of ecstasy from anywhere. She used to make them with you. Used to. Half an hour later she emerged from upstairs, dressed only in the classic over-sized men’s button up shirt. It wasn’t yours.

‘Davide and I decided it was best to let you sleep it off, darling hubby. There wasn’t much more room on the couch so he let me sleep in his bed. Such a nice man. I don’t know why I used to complain about him so much. Guess I was just being a cranky bitch from lack of sex, y’know? Hehehe. Of course you know. Now make us all some breakfast will you? The kitchen’s right down the hall.’ Order issued, she she re-ascended the stairs. Soon you heard more loud thumping and cries, while you prepared coffee and eggs for three.

“Mommy told me she’s been cheating on you! What did she call it? Cuck-colding? I felt so bad for you. I yelled at her. It’s not right, I screamed. He’s a good man. Daddy’s even kinda hot, I said. She just laughed. I was furious, you know? If she wouldn’t show you affection, I would, I thought. What a silly bitch I was. I’ll have to apologize. Now I can see what she sees in you. I tried to show my body off to you. I offered up a peak of what I wanted to give you. And what do I get? Ridiculed by a pathetic, insecure cuck-cold.”

“Baby. No. I’m sorry. But you can’t talk like that. I mean, I’m flattered. It’s been so long since anyone wanted me. Especially someone so young and beautiful. Um. But no, it’s wrong.”

“God, you disgusting wimp! You’re not worthy of this. That’s why it’s wrong. You deserve nothing but humiliation. I need a real man to begin my slut journey with.”

“Darling, no, don’t say that. Your Mom is just angry and she’s…experimenting. We’ll work through it one way or another. But don’t think you need to offer up your body because of what happened. You’re a good girl.”

“Hehehehe. Good girls honor and obey their fathers. And I would have, believe me. I’m a very, very good girl. But you’re a worthless Daddy. This good girl needs to find a real Daddy to honor and obey. Mmmm. I’m going to take what you could have had and make you suffer with it. I’m going to walk around in the sluttiest outfits and never let you touch me, you maggot. I’m going to setup shop right here in your house and march a line of men between my legs. And you’ll be too pathetic to stop me, won’t you, Daddy? Mmmm, god, it’s delicious.”

You were too overwhelmed. You realized she was totally right. You were a spineless cuckold. You hung your head.

“You won’t dare tell Mommy, either, will you? No, you’re too ashamed. I think I want to keep my slut mission from her for a bit. I want to follow in her footsteps and then some. I want to become a better whore than she ever could be. Hmmm…yes! I have a wonderful idea. You know Davide moved to a condo just a few blocks away? Mom confided to me that he wanted to be closer so he could have her pussy whenever he wanted.”

“No…” 

“Oh yes, Daddy. And if he likes that old thing…well, just think what our new neighbor will think of a factory fresh model? And maybe I’ll let him raw me, too. I am bound for Teen Mom, after all, isn’t that right?”

“No, please!”

“Yes! Hehehe, yes! Text him. Tell him Mommy wants to see him. Tell him she’s tired of these games and asked you to have him come over for a booty call. So humiliating! He’ll love it.”

You start crying. But for some reason you find yourself pulling out your phone and complying.

“Good boy. I think we just found a new Daddy for me.”