True Story From The Annals Of Newport Beach:
Around 6pm, I went over to my favorite bar, JoJo’s, in Newport Beach for a beer and to find a pool game. The bar has a nautical motif, lots of fish nets, stuffed fish, pictures of big surf…that sort of stuff. The bar’s in front and there’s tables behind. It’s a cool little place pretty much locals only, the tourists don’t know the place even exists.
I’m 25, work in Irvine just up the street inland but I live in Newport Beach. I love the beach, love the town and am very happy with my life.
Sitting at the bar was this luscious little babe who looked vivacious, young and eager, with white short shorts, golden legs all the way up to her waist, really cute face, lips, eyes and nice natural tits…a handful at the most but very attractive. She looked at me and I looked at her and it was love t first sight. She was sooooo fucking cute! I wanted to fuck her right there but….and she knew it!
I sat down next to her and went through the preliminaries: Her name was Cindy, she was from Whittier but someone told her about Jo Jo’s and she thought she’d try it out. I thought it was unusual for a girl by herself to have come all the way down from Whittier just to try the place out. I was wondering what she was up to. She said, ”oh no, I’m not alone, my friends are sitting at the table back there,” pointing to the back where the pool tables are and the eating tables. “I’m just getting the beers.”
Yep…there were three girls sitting back there, all by themselves. She got the beers and invited me back to join them, and I went.
As it turned out, there were two really cute girls and one guy. He is rather effeminate but actually a guy. It turns out he was Cindy’s brother--so I could see a bit of a problem of her going with me to my place later.
We all chatted and laughed, chugged several beers and were all feeling quite good. I was flirting heavily with Cindy and she knew what I wanted—her, all of her, and she was ready for it.
Then Cindy came clean: “Jeremy is looking to try something he’s never done before. He isn’t sure about who he really is and wants to experiment. He wants to see what it’s like to be with a guy”. I said, “HUH?” “WTF”? I asked if he is gay and the three girls all screeched and giggled looking first at him then me. Cindy said that Jeremy would like to, “you know”. I said, “no, I don’t know, what the hell are you talking about?”
Monica whispered, “Jeremy wants to see what it’s like to suck a guy’s, you know. You know what he wants to do…he wants to suck a…GUY”! All the girls screamed in their Valley Girl accent. Cindy said, ”he is wondering if you would let him suck you off.” The girls screamed again laughing and giggling and having a great time. Cindy said, “I’ve been trying to find him a guy who would let him do it. Would YOU let him?”
I’m looking at her and I can see the ultimatum on her face--let him suck my dick or she won’t go with me tonight. “So, does he swallow?” The girls screamed with delight crossing and uncrossing their legs.
So far, no one had even spoken to Jeremy to ask him anything. The conversation was between me and the girls. Monica said, “if he has to I guess he probably would.” I replied directly to Cindy, “how about this; I’ll let him suck my cock [the girls screeched in laughter] if you’ll go with me tonight out on a date.” Cindy knew what I wanted. She said, “YES, let’s do it”.
”Ok girls…put some lipstick on him first, make it real nice…I want a red ring on it when I’m finished.” The girls knew exactly what I meant and set to work doing preparing him for his first submission to a guy.
All three girls whipped out their lip color, outline pencils and started in. They were chattering like a bunch of parrots in a tree, telling Jeremy about how he was going to like his first oral experience with a horny guy, who by now, needed his dick sucked. They were primping and painting his lips. When they finished, he did look like a girl: small, submissive and ready to suck! My dick started swelling at the thought of a virgin mouth around my demanding pole. I made a mental picture of how he would look after I had fucked his mouth…ejaculated in it…and then made him swallow all the sticky fluid.
When he was ready to go, I got up and looked at Jeremy’s face. He looked flustered by all the activity but ready to take his first step to see if he was gay. Cindy looked up at him and said, “just relax Jeremy, this is what you wanted. Just do whatever he wants you to do. Don’t say “no” to anything--just do it--that’s what guys like.” “When it comes to sex, guys like to be obeyed,” Hearing that made my dick swell more.
OH BABY…THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN. A BLOWJOB FROM JEREMY AND THEN….FUCKING HER ALL NIGHT LONG….ALL NIGHT LONG!!!
Jeremy sheepishly followed me out to my car…as SUV….blacked out windows. I got in the front and started it then turned on the AC. Then I got in the back and had him sit in the back too. I had on rather tight slacks…good fabric..thin, flexible and tailored. He could clearly see my excitement AND my boner lifting up those thin slacks. I was enjoying this especially since he had never had a cock in his mouth and mine would be the first oozing erection he had ever tasted!
Then he asked…”what do you want me to do”? I asked if this was his first time and he said “yes”. I almost ejaculated right them. I told him to lean over and kiss my hard on. He was kind of slow so I put one hand on his head and guided his mouth to my crotch. I held him there while he kissed and nibbled my dick through my slacks. I was so hard now that my dick hurt. I told him to unzip my slacks while I undid the belt.
His hands were literally shaking with excitement. I pulled my slacks down shorts with them. My boner sprang up right in his face. I laughed and said, “well…there he is…in all his glory”. By now, he was leaking cum…I pushed Jeremy’s mouth down on the tip so he could suckle the slimy liquid oozing out of my urethra. I had him lick it off. He pulled long stringers of cum back with his tongue as he began exploring my erection, the head, shaft and testicles.
I was ready so I pushed his head down until penis met teeth. “Open your mouth Jeremy…he wants to come in and get sucked”. Jeremy opened his mouth and in he went. Tongue met glans…glans met back of throat. Jeremy gagged, further exciting me. I pulled back to let him suck the head then we’d go slow while he got used to having a demanding penis in his mouth. Jeremy looked up almost pleading…torn between desire and revulsion. I had to laugh because I knew he had no option, his brain would force him to suck my dick and drink my cream even if he consciously didn’t want to. He was a twink and he had no choice but to pleasure me…with his mouth!
A few years back, I had let a friend suck me off one time in high school. He had literally begged me. When it came time to do it he told me he didn’t want to put my dirty cock in his mouth and suck it. But…he had no choice…he had to do it. He was being made to do it by something he didn’t know what. That was what was happening here. Jeremy’s mind was making him carry out his fantasy of submitting to a horny male who would make him go all the way…including swallowing semen.
I had my hand on Jeremy’s head and I pushed and pulled his head [and mouth] up and down my cock. I was determined to make it last so I pushed him off and them made him lick my balls. I wanted him to worship the source of the testosterone and sperm that he was about to eat. He actually sucked them, one at a time, while I humped his face telling him what a good job he was doing.
OMG…I was HOT, HOT, HOT! I could hardly wait to see how he handled a load of my sticky cum in his mouth…LOL!
Then, back to my totally stiff erection. I pushed his head down on it again and, this time, began in earnest to fuck his mouth. Not deep but just enough to make him choke on it now and then. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. I let him suckle and lick the head…. In and out….until I was ready.
I held his head tight and began spurting. I was grunting and swearing and pushing his head down on it…I was making him eat my entire masculine issue. My prostate, testicles and other glands emptied their rich cream in Jeremy’s mouth. He was green..lol! All that sticky, gooey slime in his mouth at one time…straight from between my legs. His stomach was wretching. His eyes were literally bulging out…LOL! He had a mouthful of my cum and I really wanted to watch him swallow it..
“Just hold it in your mouth and just let it trickle down your throat”. He held it but motioned that it wasn’t going anywhere. I told him to open his mouth and show it to me. It was a big pool of sticky white cream that filled his mouth. I loved it! Then, looking very brave, he took a big gulp and swallowed. Then he took another gulp and swallowed again. He coughed and choked but it was down. He started telling me how rough I was on him but he liked it. He sounded like a girl. His mouth was sticky with cum and he was lisping. I laughed and patted him on the head. “You did a good job for your first time”.
We went back in to the bar and sat with the very excited girls. They could see just by looking at him that he had done it! His lips were glossy with semen and his mouth was sticky and gooey. They all questioned me at once: “How was it? Did you…you know…in his mouth? Did he swallow? Did he like it? Did YOU like it?
I told them “I liked it”, “he did a decent job for his first time” AND---here it comes---“HE SWALLOWED”. They screamed with laughter at the picture of him with a mouthful of cock and creamy cum, unable to take it all at once. They all at once started telling him, “you see, I told you there is a lot to learn about how to give a guy a bj”. “It’s not that easy. You have to find out how each guy likes it…then do It for him”. “Now you know what he likes”, they all sang in unison.
Cindy and I eventually took off for my place. By now, she was horny as a hoot owl after seeing her brother with cum in his lips and the smell of my semen on his breath. They could all smell it wafting around the table as Jeremy began to explained it…and how much he had liked it. He said he was hooked. Monica asked, “would you do it again”? Jeremy answered, “OH YEAH…I’D DO IT AGAIN….AND AGAIN”, again to the screaming laughter of the girls.
When we were alone, the first thing Cindy said was, “OK, show me what you made my brother do for you. I said, “OK but I’ll have to pull over so we can get in the back seat”. She was eager and I was erect again. I could hardly wait to teach her the meaning of respect and she was licking her lips in anticipation of her lesson in obedience. This One loves being a GIRL…and all the things that go with it. Hey…so does her brother….LOL!

Brooke

Sixteen-year-old Brooke steered her car into the parking lot
across the street from the convenience store, on her way to a
postgame football party with her cheerleading squad.
She was going to buy some sodas and chips to bring to the
party, but she had also wanted to sneak in a six-pack of beer.
Her parents didn't drink, so the only way she could get some
would be to shoplift the beers. She had done a small amount of
shoplifting before, and it was rather easy.
By parking across the street and carrying her large
cheerleading duffle bag into the store while dressed in her
uniform, it would give the appearance that she was walking home
following the game. Then she could buy the pop and chips, but
slip the beers into her bag, as well.
As she walked into the store, she smiled at the clerk, a
middle-aged man in his forties, who was working alone. She
browsed the snack aisle slowly, taking her time, as she picked up
a bag of chips. Then she sauntered over to the refrigerated
case.
As Brooke passed the beer rack, she looked toward the clerk
to see if he was noticing. He seemed to be reading something in
another direction, so she quietly slipped the refrigerated case
door open and deftly snuck a six-pack of beer into the partially
unzipped duffle bag. Then she scooted over to the sodas and
picked up a six-pack of those to pay for.
Brooke hadn't realized it, but the store clerk had been
watching her in one of the large parabolic mirrors, checking her
out in her little uniform, while she had slipped the beers into
her bag.
When she arrived at the register to pay for the sodas and
chips.
"Do you need anything else tonight?" the clerk asked.
"No," Brooke replied. "That should do it."
"Then what about the beers in your bag?" he inquired.
Brooke's face fell off.
"Shit," she muttered. She had never been caught before, and
never really thought about the consequences, since it had been so
easy.
Brooke slowly reached into the bag and pulled the beers out.
"Well young lady," he said. "I guess you're in some trouble
now."
He picked up the phone and dialed the police, who told him
they would be there in a couple of minutes.
"Okay, miss, just wait over there near the office door. The
police will be here in a couple of minutes."
Brooke wanted to cry. She had never really contemplated the
potential outcome, and now it was too late. And this store clerk
was going to take no mercy on her.
It didn't take long for the law to arrive. Two police
officers, one probably in his early forties and one who seemed to
be just out of training, walked into the store.
"You've got another lifter?" the older cop asked.
"Yep," he answered. "A kid, right over there next to the
office door."
The clerk pointed squarely at young Brooke, who wished she
could be anywhere but there at that moment.
The older cop got an eyeful of Brooke, and he could tell she
was scared.
"Well, we're gonna take her into the office for a while and
talk to her before we take her in," he told the clerk.
"That's fine," the clerk responded. "I'll be here in case
you need anything."
The older cop looked over at the younger one and smirked as
the two slowly approached young Brooke.
"Well, young lady, I guess you've found yourself some
trouble, huh?" the older office asked.
"Yes, sir," Brooke answered solemnly.
"Well, then, I think we'd better step into this office and
discuss the situation before we take you in," he said.
The officer opened the office door and ushered the three of
them in, carefully locking the door behind them.
"So," asked the younger cop. "What were you trying to
steal?"
"Beers," she simply said.
"This isn't the first time we've seen minors trying to steal
beer, either," he told her.
"So what happens now?" Brooke asked.
Knowing that the store policy was simply to take minors in to
scare them, but not to prosecute, the older cop figured to play
the situation for all he could get.
"Well, we're supposed to take you in to the station and book
you for shoplifting, then call your parents. They can bail you
out or let you spend the night in jail before you see the judge
tomorrow morning."
Brooke's eyes started to water.
"Isn't there any way you could just let me go with a
warning?" she begged. "My parents will kill me, and I'll get
kicked off the cheer squad, for sure."
"Well, that's not the policy," the younger officer told her.
"Sorry."
"Please?" she pleaded with teary eyes to both men. "I'll do
anything not to get in trouble for this. I've learned my
lesson."
The older cop looked young Brooke's sexy little body over.
She looked so hot in her little cheerleading uniform.
"Anything, huh?" he mused.
"Yes, sir," she said.
His eyes devoured the teenaged cheerleader. She had long,
wavy blonde hair, large and bright blue eyes and delicious-
looking lips.
Brooke wore a tight, body-hugging sweater. It was a V-neck
style, white on the top with a bulldog emblem for the local high
school across the chest. The emblem stood out impressively,
propelled by her two "C"-cup-sized breasts. The sweater was
black on the bottom half, with a four-inch-wide band of
bold/white/black/white/gold across the body of the sweater in a
similar "V" shape, just below the emblem, with the black initials
"MHS" in the white area between the "V". The same color pattern
extended across the back of the form-fitting sweater, as well as
the long sleeves.
Her skirt was black with sixteen inverted gold and white
alternating pleats. It hemmed out very high on her shapely
tanned thighs and nicely caressed her fine teenaged ass. A pair
of white kneesocks, with a black band around the top, and white
athletic shoes capped off her delightful uniform.
The older cop wanted her pussy, and this cheerleader seemed
very willing to do almost whatever she could to avoid trouble.
He glanced over at the younger officer and smiled.
"You're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you?" blurted the
other cop.
"Yep, I'm afraid I am," came his answer.
"What's going on?" asked poor Brooke.
"I think my partner has an option for you," the young cop
told her.
"Like what?" Brooke inquired, anxious for anything at this
point.
The older cop was straight to the point.
"Like we let you go, provided you let us both fuck you and
cum in that cute little mouth of yours," he simply offered.
Brooke simply looked at them both, absolutely stunned at the
idea of getting out of trouble.
"And then you'd just let me go?" she asked.
"Yep," the cop said.
"That would be okay, I guess," she relented. "Because I
don't want any trouble. It's just that I've never been fucked
before."
"Are you serious?" asked the younger cop. "A beautiful girl
like you?"
"No," Brooke answered. "I never had the guts to ask a guy
yet, and I guess they haven't, either."
"Well then," said the older man, "we'll just have to show you
how it's done."
"And you want to shoot your stuff in my mouth?" she asked,
wincing a bit at the idea.
"Definitely. And you would need to swallow it, too."
"I've heard it doesn't usually taste very good," she
commented.
"Well, that's part of the deal. We don't want to leave a
mess in this office."
"Okay."
"But we'll have to be pretty quick about it," the young cop
added. "Because that store manager will wonder what's going on.
And we'll have to be quiet, too."
Brooke nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then, sweetheart," the older guy said as he unbuckled
his trousers. "You can start by sucking on my cock."
Brooke just nodded and stepped toward the man to do as she
was told.
"And I'll fuck you from behind while you suck him," added the
young cop. "Just bend over for me."
Brooke looked a bit alarmed.
"You're not gonna put that thing in my butt, are you?" she
asked with concern.
"No, I'm gonna stick it in your pussy from behind," he
explained. "It's called 'doggy-style'."
Brooke snickered as the older guy fished his half-erect penis
from his boxers and offered it to the high school cheerleader.
Brooke took it in her hand and obediently placed it in her warm
mouth. Bent forward, she started sucking on it while the guy
fucked her mouth slowly.
She felt the other guy's hands as they reached under the
pleats of her little skirt. He pushed the pleats upward to
expose the tight gold cheerleading bloomers with her white cotton
panties underneath.
Brooke felt him grab the waistband of both pairs and tug her
bloomer/panty combination down her thighs, leaving them stretched
across her legs, just above her knees. He spread her kneesocked
legs for leverage and fisted his hard cock against her virgin
pussy lips from behind.
Her pussy was dry, so the young cop began rubbing her pussy
lips with his dick. It didn't take long to get the hot little
cheerleader nice and wet. Within a couple of minutes, young
Brooke's pussy was sopping with her own cunt juices.
By this time, Brooke had sucked the other cop big and hard.
His cock now filled her young mouth, and he began to pump in and
out of her lips. Brooke put her hands on her knees for rest and
support as the guy skull-fucked her with one hand grasping each
side of her head.
The young cop nestled the head of his prick to Brooke's love
tunnel and slowly pushed it in until it hit her maidenhead, the
thin membrane that marked her virginal state.
"Okay, baby, I'm gonna bust your cherry now," he told her.
"It'll hurt a little bit at first, but it'll go away."
He put his hands on the sides of her cheerleading sweater and
punched it through her hymen quickly. Brooke grunted as he
popped her innocence, but the pain quickly subsided.
"Okay, baby, that was it," he reassured her. "You'll be
fine, now."
The cop slowly pulled out, then slid it back in repeatedly,
each time giving the teen cheerleader about a quarter-inch more
schlong. Before long, he was able to fuck a good five inches
into her first-time twat, enjoying the ultra-tight fit of her
virgin pussy.
Poor Brooke was getting pumped from both ends simultaneously
as she was bent over in her sexy cheer uniform with her hands on
her knees.
"Stroke it with your tongue while I fuck that mouth of
yours," said the older cop.
Brooke tried as best she could to satisfy the man. After a
few minutes of double-fucking, the two men decided to switch
positions simply by having little Brooke turn around.
"I need to rest my mouth for a couple of minutes," Brooke
said. "My jaws are sore."
"Then I'll fuck you on this desk while you rest for my
partner," said the older cop.
As Brooke wiggled her cheer briefs and panties down to her
ankles and kicked them aside, he picked the cheerleader up and
placed her on the edge of the desk. Brooke lifted her legs,
placing the soles of her shoes on the edge of the desk, also,
wide to the sides.
The sixteen alternating gold and white pleats of her little
black cheer skirt spread nicely across the top of her thighs as
she presented her moist love treasure to the older cop. She
looked marvelous with her kneesocks cocked to the sides, inviting
the man to impale her with his saliva-coated cock.
He lifted the sides of her sweater and tugged the fabric high
on her chest, above her ample breasts, as he also lifted her bra
cups to let her mammaries free.
"Yeah, let's see those nice tits while I fuck you," he
blurbed, as he squatted a bit to put his cock in position.
Brooke smiled as she looked down and watched him push the
head of his prick between her pussy lips and gently slide it in.
She could feel his member fill her tight, warm snatch as he took
several fuck-strokes to drive the full length into the young
girl, mashing his pubic hair against her pink clit.
"Oh, yeah," he murmured. "Fits like a fucking glove..."
The younger cop watched, gently stroking himself, as his
partner hammered little Brooke's deflowered pussy gently but
firmly. Brooke's tits wiggled with each thrust as they dangled
beneath her cheerleading sweater and bra.
Brooke was really enjoying this now. She looked over at a
nearby mirror and was able to see the reflection of herself
getting fucked from a third-person perspective. It made her even
hornier.
The cop was only able to fuck young Brooke for a few minutes.
He had to stop for fear of blowing his load into her pussy, and
he didn't want his DNA filling the high school cheerleader.
"Fuck," he gasped, as he pulled out of her. "I've gotta
stop, before I blow my load in your cunt."
"It's my turn, then," said the younger cop, quickly, anxious
to dip his fleshy spear into her teen treasure again.
As his partner stepped aside, the young cop assumed the
position and was quickly fucking the teen cheerleader with a
frenzied pace.
The older cop could only watch as Brooke's long blonde hair
bounced around with her tits as his partner drilled her with
quick thrusts. He didn't even touch his cock, because he knew he
would blow his wad early. The excitement level was just too
much.
The young cop didn't last long, either, before he also had to
pull out.
"Okay, let's switch positions again, just like how we
started."
The two officers pulled Brooke down from the desk and
positioned her between them again, this time bent forward to
receive the younger guy's cock in her mouth.
Placing her hands on her knees again, Brooke opened her mouth
wide for her oral fucking, while feeling the back of her little
skirt being pulled up and the other cock entering her pussy from
behind.
The younger guy slid himself into her waiting mouth, and she
sealed her lips around him. The threesome continued the hot 'n
heavy action for another four or five minutes.
"I'm ready to shoot off," grunted the older cop. "How about
you?"
"Yeah, I think it's time," grunted his younger partner.
The two cops pulled out of the teen cheerleader.
"Okay," said the older one. Kneel right here between us,
hold your head back and keep your mouth open."
Brooke nodded and did as she was instructed. She was almost
completely out of trouble with the law now, and she knew she had
to keep her end of the deal.
"I'll go first," said the older guy.
He positioned himself between the girl's knees and put the
head of his cock on her tongue as he stroked himself.
"Remember, you need to swallow it all so we don't leave a
mess. Understand?" he asked.
Brooke nodded, as she waited for his creamy cargo.
"Aw, shit, here it comes," the cop grunted.
His cock splurted a load of thick, frothy goo into the
cheerleader's open mouth, sliding down her tongue to the back of
her throat. Again and again, he fired his spunk repeatedly into
her young mouth, and the obedient girl swallowed every bit of his
load without hesitation. After four or five salvos of steamy
cum, he squeezed the last of it onto the girl's tongue.
"Oh yeah, baby," he exulted. "You're such a good girl."
He stepped aside to zip up as his partner took his turn,
standing between the girl's knees.
"Hey, baby, stick your tongue out so I can watch it shoot
into your mouth without spilling a drop," he told her.
Brooke pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock,
keeping her head back and mouth wide open. It didn't take this
guy long, either, to give her a good, frothy drink.
"Aw, shit!" he exclaimed, as he shot his first wad of cum off
the roof of her mouth.
Another squirt of warm, creamy jizz followed, then another,
and another. Brooke's mouth was filling with the cop's spunk
faster than she could swallow.
"God, that's a load!" exclaimed his partner. "You're gonna
drown the poor kid."
The young cop kept on feeding the cheerleader his creamy
nectar, which pooled in her mouth. Brooke tried desperately to
gulp down the relentless flow of semen. Finally, the cascade of
cum slowed to a point where Brooke managed to swallow fast enough
to keep up. Mercifully, it trickled to a stop.
"Okay, baby, suck the last of it out, he told her.
Brooke sealed her lips around his cock and sucked as he
stroked himself down the shaft one last time, slowly squeezing
the last of his seed into the teenager's mouth. She felt the
last of his creamy goop as it hit her taste buds, and she
swallowed the last drops of it like a proper young cheerleader
should.
"Well, sweetheart, you've earned your freedom," said the
older cop, with a smile. "Just let us put you in the squad car
and take you a block away, so this store manager thinks we're
doing our job."
Brooke nodded as she pulled her bra and sweater back into
position, and then reached for her panties and cheer briefs,
quickly putting them back on. She smiled to herself, happy to be
out of trouble with the law, but also happy she had pleased these
men.

I was shopping with my wife and walked by a sexy piece of swimwear that she commented she liked. Normally I wouldn’t care what she said but this was a particularly revealing one/piece suit that showed far more skin than her selfconcious self would usually choose. I grabbed a medium thinking she would tell me nevermind it it would be too small on her (she has a big white girl ass 32 waist 40 ass with pretty ravaged A-Cup Tittities) side note: she has these nips that stick out a solid quarter inch when aroused. She loves clamps so it kinda makes up for the lack of tits. Shockingly to me she is ok with the medium and it goes in the cart. On the way home she checks and sees that it was $60. I told her i didn’t care what it cost but I wanted her to try it on for me if it was worth it. I forgot all about it. Later that evening she was showering and I hung it on the shower rail for her. She pulled it in the shower and slipped it on her wet body. To both our surprise it fit like a glove. Her soft body was shaped perfectly in the suit and her fat ass jiggled as she excitedly did a spin for me. I knew it would be a good night for me at that moment. We’d been drinking so she was in a drunk enough mood to indulge me when I asked “I’m not sure if it’s a perfect fit, can you turn around and bend over for me?” She confidently spun around did a look around at her plump rear end slapped it once and bent over to touch her toes. I didn’t even ask her if she was in the mood I knew it right then. With her bend over touching her toes ass facing me I walked up and gave one of the hardest spanks I’ve ever given to her. I slip my hand under the one piece and could feel her gushing pussy ready for me. I knew it-she was mine. I told her to stand up and face me. She did and then got on her knees to suck my cock. Truth is she sucks at giving head so I told her that. I said “if you like this suit and you want to keep it, earn it. You know I don’t want your blowjobs I want your ass now bend back over.” Like a good little girl she stood up and did the same twirl as earlier and bent over touch her toes But this time put her hands down in front of her feet bracing on all fours. She’s a tall broad so I just slid the suit to the side and slipped right in her soaking wet pussy. She came so fast and so hard as I held her wide hips and her headed bumped against the tub wall. I slipped out my dick told her to drop her suit to the floor and spread her ass. Again like the obedient wife she is she complied. I hocked loogir right into the eye of her butthole and rather gently slid my way in. I wanted her to keep complying. Now it was my turn to cum. I went to deep too fast and she pulled forward ending up stomach down on the floor of the bathroom. I could only grab her hair to pull for a minute before nodding deep in her butt. As I backed up to see if come drained out She put her middle finger in her butt did a squat And I watched it drip onto the floor a brownish white mess. I told her she could keep the swimsuit and passed a towel.

Alright listen up inferior males, you're about to get a crash course in how the world really works. This post is geared towards Black males. See that gorgeous set of tits up there? Naturally big, perfectly suckable nipples and currently free from bite marks? I own every inch of that sweet little brown bunny and she knows it, she knows her place and is thus rewarded for her submission. Now you may be wondering why such a fine negress specimen kneels before me, happily sucks my cock until my is pouring down her throat, begs for me to fuck her anyway I wish? Simply, for you see only a White Man can provide the proper care, attention, comfort and training to a female of any race but particularly non-White females. I've personally found that the negress makes for the perfect submissive. I've found that negresses aren't as difficult and mouthy as many make them out to be save for ill-educated ghetto garbage. Sure they can be sassy but once you show them that they're dealing with a real man they mellow down, they still have that fire but they know better than to step out of line. However I'd like to talk more about my pet, my little brown bunny. I've had my pet for the past 5-years and have claimed her in every way imaginable. She's smart(I deliberately sought out a negress the pursued a proper education), beautiful, obedient and doesn't need to be told twice when given task. She was a tad chubby when I first met her but not to the degree that was she unattractive, though after losing a total 15.7 pounds she's definitely at her peak. Now face wise she has a pretty face even if she isn't Zoe Saldaña or Gabrielle Union or even Lupita N'yongo, yet she has a good face without being a butterface(poor cursed creatures they are). She was easy to corrupt yet throughly enjoyed the process. A tip I offer to men looking for their own submissive pets; go for the innocent girls who try to act naughty, they're quite open to the idea of being the property of a man. My Bunny was the same, she wanted to be naughty but was so shy that even the idea of me putting a finger inside that tight pussy of hers made her nervous. But I took it slow and steady with her and now my Bunny begs for me to fuck her on all fours and I've bred that tight puckered ass of her more often than not lately. Yet all this is possible because a White man is the only man who can truly tame a woman bit especially a negress. By the end of the year I intend to marry my Bunny as she is the only submissive I've had that was worthy of truly being my property and bearing my mark. So my message to other White Masters is simple; don't feel scared to speak your mind about the natural order of the world and never forget that non-White women make superior submissives and pets. As for the Black men reading this, once again take a look at my Bunny's lucious tits. My cum has covered them, my tongue has traced long wet trails over her skin, my teeth have drawn blood from her tits, her pussy has been bred by me damn near on a daily basis. To put it simply you're looking at a White Man's property and you'd best remember that.

My gf is bi and now has a lesbian lover who's also a dominatrix. I have to sleep
on the couch while they have sex in the bedroom, and get my ass whipped regularly.
I'm not allowed to fuck anymore, they make me dress like a girl, do the housework,
and worship their feet. If I'm good they let me masturbate while watching them
get it on, and sometimes I get to lick my gf's pussy Mistress's asshole. I have
to beg them for permission to cum, and sometimes they fuck my ass with a strap-on.
This is what I get for bugging my gf for a threesome. I'm totally pussy-whipped
and have been put in my proper place as an obedient girlie-boy slave.

Yesterday was the big day, I've been dating this girl for two years. For the purpose of being vague lets just say we got together before she was growing hair down there. She's a very petite girl with a height of 4'7 and I believe she weighs a little under 70 lbs. She has a nice tight developed body though and she's a very compliant and obedient girlfriend. She has wanted to be a model all of her life but was to embaraced and with to low self esteem to say anything about it. I helped her gain some confidence over the years and even got her in a mind set where she would show my friends her naughty parts and let them critique her and occasionally have a feel spree. She is still a very shy girl but I decided she was ready.

I told her that I had made a friend out in Nashville who was a modeling scout, and he worked for a company that booked stuff for bikini magazines, clothing magazines and playboy. She was overjoyed by the chance but I told her not to get her hopes up because he had a lot of models wanting to work with him and some of them where willing to get naked and even have sex with him for the opportunity to be represented by him. Her face got really red when I told her that and she silently stared at the ground. I could tell she was thinking about whether or not she would do it but she didn't want me to know, I put my hand on her leg and said, "it's cool, if you have to I'd be cool with it."

My "friend" was actually just this guy I had met at a bar. Once I told him that my girlfriend was ready he got excited and started making preparations. He asked if his brother and the black bouncer at his bar could come along pretend to be staff, I said that'd be fine. His brother had a digital camera and a tripod and would be the photographer.This guy was around 35 and his brother was 43 I believe. The black bouncer was a 300 lb man, he was 39 and standing close to 6'9. The bar owner and the bouncer came waring suits, saying that the bouncer was his associate. His brother came, unshaven with a long beard and greasy hair. He wore a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of jean shorts claiming to be the photographer.

The bar owner also brought a female who was somewhere around 45 without telling me. She was going to be the makeup artist. I was a bit skeptical but the bar owner said she was down. When my girlfriend got there the older female took her into the bathroom to get her cleaned, made up and dressed. My girlfriend later told me that she had insisted upon bathing her in the shower, making sure to get her cleaned and shaving her armpits, privates and asshole (my words not hers). She first came out wearing a black bra with a pink zebra striped pair of underwear. She stood there nervously, red in the face trying to smile. Her hair was platinum blonde but the roots where starting to show. The bouncer kind of grunted and said, "hmmm she's alright I guess". My girlfriend looked at the ground slightly embraced.

The bar tender asked her to turn around slowly and she did. The asked her to come closer and sit down in front of them and she did that too. The underwear where so tight, her asshole was almost visible. She sat down and they started with some business stuff, going over the contract with her and telling her they where going to take some pictures of her in some different outfits and then deliberate and discuss over upstairs afterwards. She said that would be good. We started out with a shoot of her laying down on the bed with her legs semi apart. The photographer directed her and wasted no opportunities to reposition her himself and to grope her very slyly. She seemed to preoccupied with the bar tender and the bouncer's approval to even notice. Once or twice he hiked her underwear up almost painfully high saying that it was casting the wrong type of shadow on her curves. They had her sit and down talked to her for a little while, acting almost disappointed or unsatisfied. They said we where going to need to try something different.

The next outfit they gave her was a micro bikini. It was black and pretty much showed everything, barely covering anything up. She did poses for over an hour in it and the photographer repositioned her a lot more this time. At moments they all stood up and inspected her, fixing her hair and re adjusting her bikini. At one point the bar owner even pulled her bikini aside exposing her whole ass and snapping up close pictures of it, saying the would need to know the exact shape of it in order design bikinis perfectly for her in the future. She was very compliant and seemed not to be very nervous.

Next outfit they gave her a jean skirt and a g-string. When she asked where the top piece was they said that their was none. She objected and they told her she could cover her breasts with her hands and arms, they just needed to see a more erotic side of her. She went into the bathroom with the older female and changed into it. She started out posing laying on her side on a black couch and trying to cover her breasts with her forearms and elbows. She sucked in her gut to make herself appear extra thin. They asked her if she could lay on her side with her arms over her head and she said okay, laying flat on her back and completely exposing her chest. The black man came over and asked if he could double check that they where natural and she said that would be okay. He played with her tits, squeezing and flicking the nipples until they where both nice and hard and a little bit red and irritated. They got shots of her in various positions, looking up her skirt and things like that.

After a while they said the skirt was getting in the way and asked her to remove it. She was there posing for a long time in just a g-string and then they said that was also in the way and that she had to remove it. We took pictures of her for probably another hour in the nude. All 5 of us taking turns repositioning her and running out hands slyly over her body. She asked for a water and I slipped a pill to make her horny in the water bottle. She posed for about another half an hour and her pussy got very wet. My favorite picture we took the black man was holding her legs spread eagle apart fully exposing both her pussy and asshole. She tried to cover her breasts and the bar owner instructed her to raise her hands strait up over her head and smile.

Once this was done the six of us went upstairs and got in a Jacuzzi. They told her she should just stay naked to show she was comfortable with her body. We all took a shot and opened a bottle of red wine and all had a glass of that as well. We discussed business and how the shoot went. After a while they brought up the fact that she would have to give a private show to them behind the scenes to really see what she was made of. She agreed and proceeded to stand on a stool in the jacusi and dance for all of us fully nude. They had her dance for around 45 minutes until she was covered in sweat and very tired. We got her to take two more shots and then took her into the bar owners room.

They got a sybian machine out of the closet and told her to sit on it. She sat on it and started getting super aroused, lifting herself up off of the machine. The black bouncer pushed her down onto the machine by her shoulders while the bar owner and his brother tickled her nipples with mini vibrators and shoved a thin but heavily vibrating dildo in her ass. They all groped her and played with her for probably 20 minutes causing her to orgasm twice and even scream. After a little while they asked her if she would be comfortable blowing me in front of them and she said she would. She blew me while on the sybian machine and then we picked her up and laid her on the bed. The bouncer produced a fuckzall from the closet with a bigger dildo on it. He stuffed it into my girlfriend while the bar tender toyed with her very irritated tithes. After a while they told me to sit on her head and she licked my balls and sucked on them lightly. After that they put away the fuckzall and we all took turns passing her around and cuming in her mouth around every 10 mints for the next hour and a half probably. Even the older female road her face hard and squirted all inside of her mouth.

After that we decided to take a break and made her dance for us some more. The black guy still had his dick out and made her ride up on it to the music, almost twerking in a very inexperienced kind of way. He started rubbing his tip on her pussy which was still very wet and slightly beat up. He kept grabbing her hands and making her play with his dick and balls. After a while he grabbed her hips and pulled her back slowly making her take his whole dick inside. She gasped, she was probably in a lot of pain, it was the biggest dick she'd ever taken.

He laughed and pushed her forward, grabbing her ass cheeks in his big hands and pulling them apart, running his thumb in cirlces around her asshole and making her hump him faster and faster. After a while he laid back on the bed and took his shirt off, he was very fat and had a lot of curly hair on his chest. We made her turn around and face him so we could sit comfortably and watch her tight little ass gyrate. He played tentatively with her tities and made her spend a lot of time licking his finger. He would stick his finger in her asshole then make her suck on it right afterwards. After a while we made her lick and suck on his nipples, which was easy because that's how far her head could go up his body. She sucked on his nipples and even had to pull hairs out of her mouth. After a while the older woman started sucking my dick and the bar owner went over and put a bunch of lube on his dick and put it in my girlfriends ass. His brother went around and played with her tits, talking shit to her and laughing, making her feel humiliated. She ran her tongue in circles on the bouncers nipples.

She even started to cry at one point from the pain but it only made the three of them laugh harder and keep joking around. We must have passed her around until 8 am, for a grand total of 14 hours. And whenever we got board she'd be a cock warmer with her mouth while we toyed with her or made her dance for us. Nobody wore condoms and we decided to make a game out of it and track how many times we busted in each hole. The score ended up being:

24 - mouth
17 - pussy (no condom)
8 - ass

The brother was the biggest perv. Asking her to do things like stand on her head, pressing her pussy strait up in the air while he jerked off on it. At one point he made her lift her hands up in the air while fingered her and licked her nipples, armpits and feet until she was very uncomfortable. He even made her jerk him off with her feet once and I know she hates that. We got her to bust 12 orgasms with the machine and made her give us all back rubs afterwards. The older woman was able to get her whole fist in my girlfriends asshole and also squirted on her 5 times. One time teaching her how to stimulate the click with her own nipples, it was really hot.

Towards the end of the night she was so tired and just laying spread eagle on the bed on her back while we all just took turns getting on top of her and doing our business. The bar owner called over his uncle and his uncles friend who where in their 60s and had them take a crack at her pussy and mouth. They felt her up and groped her up, whenever we came on her we cleaned her up with moist towelettes. We told her she needed to wake up so we all relaxed while we made her do nude jumping jacks and then go for a jog naked to the end of the curb and back. It was a lot of fun.

They said she was not quite ready to sign a contract and kicked her out without giving her her clothes back. She had to lay on the floor board of my car so no one would see her. I drove her home and made her jog up the stairs from the parking lot nude. I loved the experience. Hoping to do it again soon and maybe hopefully finding some more girls too.

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

�This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.�

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said �Whore� on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

�Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.�

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

�You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

�I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.�

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

�You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?�

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

�My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.� He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

�I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.�

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

�You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.�

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

�I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.�

I nodded.

�I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.�

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

�I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.�

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

�It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.�

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

�I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.�

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

�Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master

I have been using this very attractive 46 yo slut. She is very submissive and normally obedient until last friday. I am 68 yo male. She went out with girl friends and refused to do things I was texting her to do. I wanted her to show her boobs in the bar. Also I told her to pick a guy and blow him but she refused. None of these things are new for her I have made her do them when we go out together and she is more than willing. I have told her she will need to pay for her refusal to obey she text back "so spank me". I told her I would and much more.

When she got home it was 3AM I was waiting at the door. I stood in the garage and told her to strip she did. I had her bend over her hood and took my belt to her ass. I noticed how drunk she was and told her this was for driving drunk and gave her 75 good wacks. She was crying like a little girl. I pulled her by her hair and shoved her into the back yard. I was pretty cold out around 36 degrees. I made her sit on the frozen cement naked and she begged to used the bathroom I said no. I waited until she could not hold it anymore and she peed outside. This gave me an idea to pee on her so I had her kneel in front of me open her mouth and close her eyes. She did it thinking I was going to make her suck me. I grabbed her hair so she couldn't move undid my zipper with other hand and pissed right into her mouth. It was so hot especially the shock on her face. She tried pulling away so she ended up with pee all over her. I made her open and swallow before I finished. When I was done I told her to stay put i had to get something ready.

I went inside with an idea to teach her a lesson I took out the old dog kennel and set it in the living room in front of windows with opened blinds. I went to get her and told her to crawl into the cage. She was so drunk she thought begging and promising sex would change my mind. I told her if I want her I will take her and she knows I will. I locked her in for the night. I did turn on lights so anyone driving by could clearly see in.

in the morning when I woke she was begging me to let her out I refused. I did give her some coffee and kept filling her cup for a couple hours. She cried to get out I told her she was stuck while I decided how I would punish her for not obeying me. I went to the store and stayed gone for almost 2 hours knowing she would never be able to wait to use the bathroom with all the coffee I fed her. When I returned she was sleeping and there was a nice sized puddle in the cage. For being such a naughty girl I kicked the cage and told her to get up. She said she was sorry and please let her out. I decided that she would spend the entire day there. When at the store I found laxatives and gave them to her saying they were generic asprin she took 4. I went to the basement to do work and let the pills take affect.

it was about an hour and she started screaming for me to please let her out she needed the bathroom real bad. I ignored her. I waited for about a half hour after she stopped crying to return to see what she did. It worked like a charm she shit in the cage. I told her she will clean that when I let her out she begged me to do so I refused and told her she disgusted me. I told her kneel and open she knew I was going to pee again and she cried I told her to do it and swallow and thank me when I am done. She did swallow most of it I put the head against the cage for her to lick off she did without me saying. When finished she thanked me and sat quietly in the corner. She did such a good job I decided to let her out. I told her to shower and clean this mess which she did without hesitation.

When she finished I asked for her to join me in the family room to discuss the remainder of her punishment. I told her she would get 75 swats from the belt everyday for 2 weeks for driving drunk. And after work she would head straight home strip naked and kneel in the shower and wait for me. When I join her I piss and she will drink it (i think i will really enjoy this)When I finished explaining she said she understood and apologized for her behavior. I told her she still needed her swats for today and I wanted her to go into the garage and bend over her hood again. She hated the idea of going out there because the neighbors might hear if she makes noise.

Oh the joys of a submissive woman

The Waitress - BDSM Erotica by SteelCity412

I was just about to wrap up my shift when the new girl at work asked me, "Where can I find my time card?"

She had red hair, a short stature, with large breasts. She wore glasses, and had an overall nerdy look, and a great ass. My co-worker had told me earlier she was only 19 and was taking a break between high school and college.

I was 26 at the time, and although she was young, I found her quite attractive. She worked front-of-house at the restaurant as a bartender, while I worked in the back as a cook.

I told her, "Don't worry Ashley, I'll grab a time card for you."

Over the next few weeks, we would run into each other after our shift. I often would deliberately make sure I wrapped up my work around the same time she did, so we could have time for a chit chat. One day, I asked her for her number, and suggested we should hang out sometime after work, since we both work such non-traditional hours.

She agreed.

About a week later, after having some drinks with my friends, I decided to text her and start a conversation. After we exchanged a few texts back and forth, she also admitted to having a couple drinks as well.

Ever meet somebody and just KNOW they are perverts, just like you?

Almost out of nowhere, she texts me, "Do you like kink? I am a submissive."

I was overjoyed when I read this text message. It had been a little while since I had a prospective slave to train according to my sexual needs and desires. I remember pausing and thinking on how to respond. I still had much planning and thinking to do.

I simply replied, "I enjoy BDSM too, but that relationship requires healthy communication."

She didn't text back.

We saw each other at work, but we didn't speak about the text conversation for a few days. We would talk about vanilla, mundane things. However, she became more eager to chat with me, and was quite friendly, more so than before.

After a few days had passed, I decided to text her after a late night at work.
I texted, "Hey, would you like to come over to my apartment after work this weekend and participate in a scene with me?"

She texted back, "Sure :-) I would love to. What were you thinking?"

I replied, "I think it is important that we start off with training you according to my sexual needs. I think it would be intelligent for us to have a phone conversation prior to meeting, so that I can direct you on my expectations. Also, I want you to take time to decide whether you are genuinely interested in committing to the training."

The phone rings.

When I picked up the phone, she said nervously, "Hey Mark, it's Ashley from work."

I greeted her back and said, "So, you would like to come over to my apartment this weekend?"

She replied with a quiver in her voice, "Yes."

I said, "Well, I want you to think about spending time with me seriously. You're going to have to be a good listener, take direction well. It won't be easy, but if you enjoy being service-oriented, then you will find our time together rewarding."

She replied, "I enjoy being submissive, especially being objectified. It's a headspace I like living in, and I was wondering, can you email me your expectations of me, and I can let you know if I can meet them?"

I said, "Absolutely, I don't want you to be totally in the dark about what I need from you."

She replied, with more confidence, "Great!"

The conversation eventually shifted toward more vanilla things, like work, and her going back to school in the fall. She became more trusting of me, citing an issue with her other partner, eventually admitting that he has problems being dominant in the bedroom, even though it is a headspace he desires to have with her.

I told her, "Some people have different roles in your life. Perhaps you need another partner to meet that need."

She paused for about five seconds, let out a nervous laugh. She changed the topic, talked about the recent heatwave we were having, I told her I was tired and needed to go to bed. She admitted the same and we hung up the phone.

The truth is, I wasn't tired. I needed to get to work on outlining what I needed from her. I spent the majority of the night typing up a summary of the training session. At certain points, I paused, helping myself to a cigarette.

I remember thinking, "Should I ask this from her? Maybe she won't be into this."

I decided to press on. I listed everything we would be going over that evening: How to orally please me, leash training and different commands, toilet training. My requirement that she will be expected to be naked at all times upon entry to my apartment. Punishments and corrective measures that I will have to take if she needs them.

Most importantly, I included a mission statement I wrote for her to read and memorize and recite on cue.

At the end of the email, I concluded, "And at all times when in my apartment, you are to address me as Master."

I clicked send.

When I arrived at work the next day, I was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her. My cock was hard all day long, filled with anticipation.

I thought, "I wonder how she'll react when she sees me, will she talk to me at the end of my shift?"

The work day concluded and as I punched out of work, Ashley taps me on the shoulder and says, "Would you like to walk home together?"

I happily replied, "Sure".

We started off down the street talking about the work day. She talked confidently, telling me how she kicked a drunk patron out of the bar. She took on a much more assertive demeanor around me then I ever had seen.

Once we walked far enough from the restaurant, she said, "So... I read your email and I am excited about this weekend. Do you want to come over my place tonight?"

I replied, "That's great! I am happy for you. But, I am not interested in meeting tonight, we are meeting in two days, this Sunday, at 9pm. Correct?"

She affirms, "Yes, absolutely! My apology, I didn't mean to cross a boundary."

I said, "We can talk about it on Sunday. This is my street, excited to see you this weekend!"

We gave each other a hug. I could feel her perky breasts underneath her clothes and the scent of lilacs, the perfume she was wearing. We parted ways.

Sunday arrives and what seemed to have only been two days since I saw Ashley felt like two months. I was excited to put it mildly. My cock was hard since I woke up that morning. I made sure not to masturbate, making sure I had enough for our time together.

That afternoon I picked out my outfit I would be wearing - a black pair of dress pants with a black long-sleeved shirt, perfectly clean and wrinkle free.

I placed my bamboo crop in the corner of my spacious living room. I made it myself, painting it black - picking bamboo since it is so light and easy to swing. Also, I placed my red-collared, bright metal-chained leash on the coffee table along with a marker. I bought a nice doggie bed for her to lay on and placed it in the corner of my living room. My last item was a dog bowl with some water. Surely she might get thirsty.

9 o'clock arrived and I hear a knock on the door. I walk down the private stairs that lead up to my apartment and there's Ashley, smiling and saying with confidence, "Hello Mark!"

I smile and say, "Hey Ashley, come on in!"

We walk up the stairs to my second floor apartment and exchange informal chit chat about work.

"You know, that guy at the bar was a real asshole the other night", she says, while walking up the stairs.

I reply, "Yes, but you held your own, that's all that matters".

She laughs loudly. Maintaining her confidence and wit.

We get to my living room and she glances around, seeing the items I have placed about the apartment.

She giggles and asks, "What's this?" pointing to the leash.

I reply, "That's yours! Remember?"

She giggles again, but this time, nervously. I can see her realizing that I wasn't kidding.

I wasn't fucking around.

She looks around some more, and after a solid pause, I ask her, "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" she says.

I firmly reply, "You are suppose to be doing something right now. Don't you remember?"

She slowly puts her purse on the floor and begins taking her coat off. Her voice changes, becoming more downtrodden and apprehensive.

She softly says, "Yes."

"Then what's taking so long?" I reply assertively.

She slowly begins unbuttoning her purple collared blouse, revealing her black bra. All the while shifting her eyes between her blouse and my general direction. She isn't smiling, she isn't frowning either.

I can tell she is becoming embarrassed and insecure. My cock swells in my pants. I don't hide my erection. I want her to see how large my cock is getting in my pants. I want her to know that I am taking control.

"Can we hurry it up here? Come on, come on, let's go!" I mildly exclaim.

At the sound of my voice, her body lets out a quick jump, and then she promptly begins to take her bra off, while unbuckling her jeans.

"I feel like I'm a little overweight, so that's why I'm apprehensive."

I gently replied, "Don't worry, I'll be the judge of that.'

She takes her jeans and underwear off together, revealing red, trimmed pubic hair, and a fair-skinned pussy.

Once she took the final item of clothing off, her socks, she stood up folding her arms over her breasts, obstructing my view.

I say, "Look at me."

She looks down at my feet.

I repeat louder, "Look at me."

She finally looks directly into my eyes.

"Put your arms at your side" I say.

She slowly puts her arms by her side, eventually breaking eye contact with me and looking at the ground.

I exclaim, "Good girl! See, now was that so hard?"

She continues to stare at the ground.

I begin walking around her, with crop in hand, clinically observing her naked body. She remains quiet looking down. Her breasts were large, with medium sized, puffy, pink nipples. I place the end of my crop underneath one of her breasts and press up to see underneath. I was pleased.

I approach her, still quiet, and continue examining her breasts with my hands, gently squeezing them in my hands. I bend down, and begin licking her breasts.

She begins to moan a bit, and I immediately stop, fold my arms, and say, "Look at me."

"Did I say you could moan?" I calmly, but firmly say.

She plainly replies, "No."

I say, "No... what?"

She replies, "No, Master."

I happily reply, "Good girl!"

She faintly smiles, and I continue my examination.

I finish licking her nipples. Then, I began to grab her ass, very lightly, and run my hands all over her back, then back down her legs.

I said, "You have a very beautiful body."

She didn't reply, still looking down.

I stepped back from her, and said, "Look at me."

She looks over. I put my hands on my hips and I say, "Look at my crotch, my cock is hard, and it's because you have a beautiful body, and you're being a good girl. What does a good girl say?"

She dryly replies, "Thank you, Master."

I say, "Now try that again, but smile when you say it."

She mildly smiles and repeats, "Thank you, Master."

Then I direct her on her first command.

"Okay, so now what I need you to do is learn how to 'present'. This is important, because I need to examine your pussy, and I want to be able to view your pussy by simply saying 'present'.

Get on your hands and knees, and raise your ass in the air, push your hips out, so I can see your pussy."

She looks at me, embarrassed once more, but acting much quicker on the command than before. She gets on her hands and knees and puts her ass in the air, somewhat high.

I say, "Be a good girl and raise that ass up higher."

She does, and I exclaim, "Good girl!! Are you ready for your treat now?"

She somewhat smiles and says, "Yes, Master"

I kneel down next to her. I work my hands gently over her ass, and tease her, lightly rubbing the inside of her thighs. She quivers, anticipating what I am about to do next. I begin rubbing the outside of her pussy from behind her legs. I take my time. I nicely tell her, "You can vocalize if you'd like."

She begins moaning as I place my finger inside her. Gradually, she gets louder, uttering "Yes, yes, oh, thank you master, yes". She begins acting more primal, more of the whore she really wants to be for me.

All of this time, I have been totally clothed.

She begins to approach her climax, and then I immediately stop pleasuring her. I stand up, and walk in front of her, and she looks up at me, with her ass in the air. Her body language and face express a desire for more.

I say, "Now it is time for you to see the object that you are here to please. It is something that commands your total respect and service. Look at my crotch."

"Yes, Master" she says genuinely, staring at my fly.

I slowly begin to unzip my pants, and I delicately present to her my 8-inch, hard cock, with my balls hanging out of my pants, and place my hands at my waist.

"Now, until I tell you otherwise, I want you to keep total eye contact with my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl. Now, you need to understand my cock is much different than other men's. It has complicated needs. It's a privilege that you get to see it, and eventually please it. Today I am going to show you how to orally service my cock, among other things. Are you prepared to please my cock?"

She obediently says, "Yes Master Yes".

"Alright. Now it is time for you to profess your dedication. You were instructed to memorize your mission statement as a precondition for your training, are you prepared to profess?"

Still staring, fixated on my hard cock, she says, "Yes Master, I am ready to profess."

"Then start" I tell her.

With her ass still raised in the air, her pussy protruding from behind her legs, her breasts dangling towards the ground, and her eyes looking reverently and respectfully at my hard cock, she says:

"I believe absolutely, and totally, with my body and my mind, in humbly worshipping Your Cock as my god. All of my sexual needs are secondary to Your Cock. I will always respect Your Cock without question. I will always eat Your Cock's cum without question - unless told otherwise.

I am here to be used, degraded, and treated like the dirty whore that I am in order to satisfy Your Cock. I do this willingly and eagerly. I seek to learn more about myself through service to You, and will do so happily."

My cock begins to throb and firmly point upwards in the air. I can feel a rush of lust and anger course through my body. Still standing with my hands at my waist, I say

"Get on your knees, keep your hands at your side."

She does so nervously. I walk towards her slowly until I arrive directly in front of her face. I maneuver the base of my cock onto her face and place it at her closed mouth, my balls hanging over her chin. She begins to look down again. I say,

"Look at me in the eyes".

She looks up at me with a blank expression. She can't believe what just happened. Just before we were regular co-workers, flirting every once in a while. Now she is acting like a mindless whore. I wait a few seconds, and I say

"I want you to taste my cock. Put my whole cock in your mouth."

She immediately does so, slowly, still looking up at me. As she gradually places my cock in her mouth, I begin to feel the power I have over her. I decide pause, look up, and enjoy my power over her.

Then, she begins to rock her head back and forth, sucking my cock.

I become enraged. I did not instruct her to suck my cock, merely taste it. I immediately take the back of her head, slowly and forcefully shove my whole cock down her throat, remove it. As my cock exits her mouth, a string of saliva trails off the tip of my cock. I bring her head close to my face, and quietly yell

"I told you to TASTE my cock, not SUCK my cock. Dirty whores are good listeners. Why won't you be a good listener?"

Surprised at my first show of force, coughing, she begins to say, "I'm.. I'm so sorry Master, I.."

I slap her across the face. "Bad girl, bad girl!" I say. She gasps, and I grab her hair and force her head towards my cock with my right hand. I begin repeatedly slapping her across the face with my cock using my left hand. All the while, I say

"Repeat after me: I'm a dirty little whore."

She replies, "I'm a dirty little whore."

I say, "Fucking look at me whore. Say it again, over and over."

She repeats, "I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore.."

I continue to slap her face with my cock as hard as I can. She flinches a bit, but I grip her head firmly in place by her hair. She looks bewildered and humiliated. I can see she is becoming distraught.

I step back and place my hands at my side, proudly presenting my cock in the air. She, still on her knees, her face a bit red, either from my cock slapping her, embarrassment, or both, composes herself. I say,

"Do you see what happens when you disrespect my cock?"

She say, "Yes Master".

I say, "Well how am I going to give you your treat if you don't respect my cock?"

"I'm so sorry Master. I will work harder now."

"I know you will" I replied.

While she's still kneeling, I walk over to her, and place my balls on her closed mouth. My cock, laying across the right side of her face, is partially obstructing her view from her right eye. I say,

"Now, it is time to taste my balls. Open your mouth and place them there until I give you further instructions."

She does so, wrapping her lips around them. I wait longer this time, finally reasserting my dominance. I begin to feel saliva collecting inside her mouth. She does a good job, not sucking. I say,

"See! You're being a good whore now. This is what good whores do!"

She remains dedicated to the position, her face staying in place underneath my cock. I wait a little longer, and remove my saliva soaked balls.

I stay close to her, with my cock close to her face. I say,

"OK, good girl! Now it is time for a treat. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Master, yes."

"Alright, it is time for you to orally service me. Do you have any thoughts on how I would like my cock pleased?"

She asks, "Do you like your cock sucked cleanly, or do you enjoy it sloppy?"

I was very pleased by this question. She being only 19, I didn't think she would understand the different ways of pleasing a cock. It became obvious to me she had been trained as a mindless whore before.

I replied excitedly, "Make it sloppy, I enjoy seeing saliva drip out of your mouth and onto your breasts. I also want you to try your hardest to put all of my cock in your mouth. And when I cum for the first time this evening, you must open your mouth, and look directly at me, swallow my seed, and say "Thank you Master"."

I added, "Now, get on all fours and come with me to this mirror and get back on your knees. I want you to know how you look when you are pleasing me well".

She agrees, saying, "Yes Master". She crawls over to the mirror, gets on her knees.

I say, "Begin" and she says, "Of course, Master" and she immediately begins sucking my cock.

She was enthusiastic, glancing at herself in the mirror. She made a quick, repetitive motion with her head. I could tell she was excited to finally have the freedom to please me with more freedom. She also used her tongue for a moment, licking my cock like a dog. At times, she made slurping sounds. She never wiped the saliva off of her mouth.

Every so often, I would infantilize her, saying "What a good girl! This is what good girls do!"

Then it finally became time for my first ejaculation. I prepared myself not to utter a groan. But rather, affirm her nicely while I cum for the first time. It's important that she has positive reinforcement the first time around. I want her to do this often, and I want her to have a positive memory of tasting my seed.

I say, "Alright Ashley, it's time for you to receive your next treat! Are you ready?"

She says in a muffled voice, still devotedly worshipping my cock, "Yes Master, Yes!"

I grab the back of her head by the hair, snap her head back. She immediately opens her mouth. I begin rubbing my own cock, pointing it towards her mouth. I say plainly in a direct tone,

"You've been such a good girl. Good cock sluts eat and enjoy cum. Can you smile for me? Are you ready?"

She smiles nervously and says, "Yes Master."

At the sound of her voice I begin to cum. I grab her hair tighter and hold her head firmer into place. I had been hard all day and the volume of cum my body had stored up was unusually large. The first stream shot directly into the back of her mouth. She flinched a bit, surprised at the force in which it left my body. The next few streams landed nicely in her mouth. She was overall comfortable with my cum. I can tell she'd done this before. After I finished, I said

"Let me see my cum in your mouth."

She opened her mouth wider so I could see. It was a huge load. Then I said,

"What do good girls do with cum?"

She looked at me, my cock still hard, my hand still holding her head in place close to my cock. She swallows and says,

"Swallow Master".

And I say, "Good girl! Good good girl!"

*to be continued*

This is me a few years ago with my clitty locked, my ass plugged, in slutty lingerie, waiting for a gorgeous young black girl i met online to come over. She said she was into dominating and owning a sissy slave boy and would be taking the keys to my cage with her and would use my desperation to cum to make me into anything she wanted me to be.

I was dressed in a black, lace teddy, fishnet thigh high stockings, a modest pair of black heels and most importantly, a big black butt plug, trapping a few ounces of cumlube in my boypussy. I had given myself an enema and restricted my diet, so my hole was extra squeaky clean.

As soon as she came inside, she took one look at me and said "good, here, take these." and handed me 3 pills. I recognized the bar of xanax and what looked like viagra, but Before i could ask about the other one, she grabbed my wrist, pulled me into my room and shoved my onto my bed, face down. I swallled the pills, and figured I'd taken much more than that before.

"Dont fucking move." She had already noticed the cuffs at the corners of my bed and restrained my wrists and ankles. She reached under my caged clitty from behind and gave it a yank, so she could see it from the back, between my legs, and thats when she noticed my plugged ass.

She gave it a few solid smacks, and asked, "How long have you had this in your pussy?" As I opened my mouth to tell her, she grabbed the base and yanked it out of my asshole, which was incredibly painful, enough to make me scream a humiliating, girly squeal. I heard her laughing behind me... I was genuinely in so much pain, I had tears running down my face, and i could feel my hole convulsing, stretched wide open, with warm cumlube pouring out. She assured me that the pain would be temporary, and said something about being addicted to her big black cock. I was only able to mumble, "mmmhmmm."

She stripped down to her panties at the side of the bed, and teased me while I watched her rub oil all over her smooth, perfect, chocolatey skin. The scent was intoxicating, and soon I forgot about the pain in my boypussy, and tried to reach my strapped down arm out to her. I cought the waistband of her Thong, and as she backed up, her panties came down her hips a bit. She chided me and told me boys like me dont deserve pussy.

I whined, and continued to stare desperately at her beautiful glistening body, perfect round tits, proportional with an ass that id let suffocate me... legs that lead right up to a lean, panty clad groin..... my clitty was throbbing uncontrollably. She then stepped onto the bed, straddled my gaping, lubed up asshole, and said, "Pussy boy sissies like you will never get pussy again, not now, not ever. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and wiggled my ass to her, and she said, "From now on, you belong to Big Black COCK," and after a few suspiciously warm and fleshy feeling smaks around my cheeks and hole, I could feel the pills kicking in... I felt like a cock hungry whore willing to do just about anything to get off. I could feel myself slipping into a sedated, obedient, slutty mindset, and my whole body felt like it was glowing, with a soft, warm, buzz. My mind was escaping me, leaving my body to be nothing but a fuckhole sex toy for the woman on top of me, teasing my ass with her fingers and pouring copious amounts of slimy stringy lube directly into the gaping boyhole.

Then i felt a few more teasing, fleshy smacks against my hole. With what little coherence i had left I remember saying in my head, "thats one realistic dildo... mmm" and i could imagine a throbbing, girthy, veiny BBC, breeding my cunt like a real girl, trained only to cum from being fucked, serving only black cock, for the rest of my life.

Without warning, she shoved the entirety of apparently, her 11" Big Black DICK—NOT a Strapon, Not a dildo—SHE WAS A TRANS WOMAN. I had never been with a guy, and was never turned on by men or boys, and it was making me so horny and confused that I liked this... a lot.

That was her DICK tapping against my ass. A REAL PENIS. Unlike my useless caged nub, she was endowed by the Gods, and I could FEEL IT. I actually liked it... I mean, its gotta be better than a dildo, right? Why use cold, hard rubbery plastic when you can have the real deal? Well, this was the realest fucking deal I have ever made. She got to know me as a woman, and had all the aspects and traits of a beautiful, sexy, charismatic black woman, but she had a dick... And she was having her way with my helpless, intoxicated, submissive body, raping my wet, hungry fuckhole with her long, thick COCK.....

And I was in heaven, I could feel the sensation of tingling buzzing warmth, head to toe, and felt her giant BBC directly penetrating almost a foot inside me, while every inch of her massive Dick made full contact with my P-spot every single stroke.

She wasted no time, and was already fucking me at full speed, pounding my lube-filled, sloppy, gaping wet boypussy, with her grabbing me by the back of my neck, forcing my face into the bed and spanking me repeatedly. She called me all the degrading, derogatory, humiliating names ive ever heard, and then some. I felt like my entire existence was about to change forever, as she dangled the keys to my cage in front of my eyes, and told me my useless clitty is never going to be used again, and that had better learn how to have anal orgasms because that's the only way sissy slaves cum.

The viagra made my clitty strain against my cage, and i could feel a distinct stream of cummies pouring out of the tip, with more and more every thrust. The sedating effects of whatever else she gave me caused me not to notice i was moaning and saying, "yes...... yess...... fuck me........mmm"
I felt her change angles and alternated between slow, forceful thrusting, to deep, rapid short strokes of her giant cock, and I felt a strange feeling in my clitty and boyhole at the same time.

It grew into a feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, and I panicked, but I knew I didnt have to, and had just had the enema.... then it turned into a throbbing, pulsing sensation inside my ass, right behind the base of my clitty.... She was fucking my asshole relentlessly, and the sounds of her meat penetrating my pussy were like a trance. She noticed my throbbing boycunt, tensing up and spasming, "Ohhhhh who's a good gurl? Are you gonna cum, babygirl? Hmmm? You gonna cum like a slut for mommy's BBC? If you do, you're never going back to normal. You got that, bitch?"

I was too overstimulated to reply, and suddenly the sensation exploded within my inner asshole, sending waves of orgasmic ecstasy to every inch of my body. I had tunnel vision, and all the sounds around me morphed into one continuous, godlike aural sound, while i was left helplessly convulsing with my arms and legs strapped down, and i could feel a non-stop burst of cum being shot out of my clitty, squirting all over my bed and pooling between my legs, as I gave in to the single most intense and surreal full body anal orgasm, which seemed to go on, and on, and on, and on...

To this day, i have no idea if it was 60 seconds, or 60 minutes. I came so uncontrollably with a Trans Woman's BBC literally fucking the cum out of me while my mind melted, sedated and rolling on some Molly-like drug at the same time, while being forcibly aroused by viagra, making my clittly feel so tight and confined, throbbing and spurting cummies all over from within its cage, while the keys dangled from her neck, and she reminded me of the fact that I'd be chasing this experience for the rest of my life, and that she and her BBC were my only hope, and my primary goal in all of life, and wouldn't have it any other way!

I desperately want to be my husbands brainless little sex slave but I don’t know how to ask him. All I want is to be kept at home, naked, collared, chained in the basement, waiting all day on him to come home from work just so he can empty his balls into my mouth and leave. Maybe if I’m lucky he’d come back after he’d had a few beers and he’d use my asshole as his own personal cumdump. I really want him to degrade me, I want him to make me walk around and bring him drinks naked while his friends are over, or make me crawl like a dog and carry the beer in my mouth. I want him to bend me over his knee and spank me every time I spill it, until I learn my lesson. And I want him to show off what a stupid slut his wife is by making me rub my pussy and fuck my asshole with a dildo while his friends watch and take videos for later. Sometimes I daydream about him taking me out to a bar and making me wear my collar and a slutty outfit (and no panties of course). He’d buy me drink after drink, and then when I’m nice and fucked up, he would take me out back, behind the bar, and put me on my knees. If I’d been a good girl all night, maybe he’d spit in my mouth and then throat fuck me, like the dumb little bitch I am, choking me with his dick until I almost pass out. If I wasn’t good then he’d leave his dick down my throat until he came, whether I was conscious or not. Maybe one day… 
The closest I’ve gotten was when we got drunk on our honeymoon and he had me wait for him, handcuffed and on my knees with a vibrator in my pussy while he ran out for more beer. I don’t know how to ask him to treat me like that more often, or even all the time, but the thought of being his obedient little slave, basically a human flashlight for him, makes me so wet. I wish I knew how to warm him up to the idea of keeping me like that full time