It all started when Anne got drunk at her friend Harriet's party. There was so much booze that of course things had a chance to get out of hand, but Anne was typically one of the more sensible of her group.
She spent most of the time on the dance floor, where one guy, a real hunk, 6'3" at least and muscular caught her attention. Anne wasn't one to shy away around guys she liked, and she went about showing off her sensual curvy body in front of him, grinding herself on him, and teasing him. Things were going well, at least she thought, until one of Harriet's other friends, that Anne had only met earlier that night grabbed hold of the hunky guy and pulled him off to another room, clearly showing Anne that he was hers. The other woman, who Anne had been introduced to as Francesca gave Anne dagger eyes as she left with her man.
Anne was disappointed, but shrugged and headed to the kitchen for more booze. She spent the rest of the night between the makeshift dancefloor and the kitchen, but no one caught her eye like Francesca's man had. Such a shame.
Many hours later she stumbled out of the party, totally wasted, where she spotted Francesca and her man in what appeared to be a full blown row. Keeping her distance she tried to listen in.
"It's not like that babe, you know I love you." He was saying.
"Then why you letting every skank in a miniskirt bump and grind with you in there you filthy disgusting pig?" Francesca was animated, and her voice was almost terrifying in its maliciousness as she continued to swear at him before storming off down the street and hailing a cab, leaving him calling after her.
Anne thought this was as good a chance as any, and hey what could it hurt - clearly they weren't a perfect couple. She walked over to him, twirling her hair in one finger and biting her lip, trying to look as seductive as possible.
"Hey you OK?" she practically purred, although the drink slurred her words a little, losing some of the effect.
"I'm fine, yeah, thanks." he said, ignoring her attempts at seduction.
"Well I'm Annie, and if you need someone else to keep you company tonight, I might be able to help." She said, leaning in and whispering into his ear.
"Oh ah - I am flattered, Annie. Listen I have a fiancee, we are getting married - we're just having a drunken little tiff."
Annie pouted at this, but stood and watched as he tried to call Francesca to no avail. Full of confidence Annie grabbed his phone and punched her number in, then added her name and hit save.
"Well, if you change your mind, now you've got a number you can call anytime and you're guaranteed to get an answer." With that Annie handed his phone back and winked, then walked off to find a cab of her own, making sure to stick her cute ass out as she strutted out of sight, leaving him to watch, gobsmacked at her confidence. She didn't even have his name, but that didn't matter, if things were as bad as they looked between him and Francesca then she would soon be getting a call.
Anne woke the next morning with a huge hangover. Rolling out of bed she checked her phone, saw there was no new messages and went to make coffee and start her day. It was a Sunday, which meant she could relax a little and soon found herself snuggled on the couch watching a soppy movie.
Halfway through the movie her phone pinged, with a message from an unknown number.
Hey, it's Tom, the guy from last night. Listen, been thinking it over, and I might take you up on your offer if you are still interested.
Anne felt her heart flutter, so Tom and Francesca clearly weren't so serious now after all. Or maybe it was a big break up. Oops, thought Anne, before giggling and sending her reply:
Oh hey Tom, believe me, your offer is right where I left it.
Feeling extra naughty, Anne went ahead and snapped a pic of herself, biting her lip, with her dressing gown part open, revealing her supple cleavage and attached it to the message.
From there the flirting continued, fairly tame at first but by the evening Anne and Tom were exchanging hot pictures and dirty secrets. It turned out Tom was kinda kinky, which suited Anne fine, she secretly loved being submissive in the bedroom and being controlled by a big hunky guy seemed so sexy to her. She was soon begging for his cum in more and more lewd messages.
Over the next week the messages continued, sometimes just chill, asking each other what they are up to, sometimes going into graphic detail about what they wanted to do to each other. Anne found herself slipping into the submissive role more and more, as Tom seemed to get more dominant with her, demanding her to take pictures and videos of her on her knees, begging, or calling him Daddy. Anne felt so naughty, but so horny, so when he invited her around his flat at the weekend she felt her pussy soak at the thought. Before the weekend though Tom said something that made Anne fill with jealousy.
Hey listen, I really enjoy texting you, but me and Francesca, we're still a thing. She's out of town this weekend though, and I really wanna know if you might be better for me, I understand if you want to call it off, but I hope you still wanna see me.
Anne was crushed at first, but it sounded like he just needed a little coaxing to free him from her grasp, and Anne knew how to coax, starting with her reply:
Oh dear, sorry you're still with that old thing. Doesn't Daddy want a younger new, sexier model between his legs? I'll wear something extra special for you that will make you forget she ever existed.
Anne attached a close up tease shot of her sexiest lingerie laid out on her bed. When the reply came back with a picture of Tom's throbbing cock she knew he was going to be hers.
Playing on the BDSM fantasy, Tom ordered Anne to be at his apartment at 12pm sharp on Saturday. She was told to undress to her underwear in the hallway, and let herself in as the door will be open. Immediately inside would be a blindfold she was to put on followed by a pair of handcuffs she was to put on behind her back. Then she was to announce "I am ready Daddy". To Anne it sounded so deviously kinky but so sexy, she couldn't wait to show this hot guy what he was missing out on staying with Francesca.
She spent the Friday deciding to tease him even more with a series of lewd texts, showing off her body while putting down his current partner. "Does Francesca let you put it in her ass Daddy? Does she let you stick her tongue in yours?" Francesca stood no chance against the depravity of Anne at her most aroused.
Saturday rolled around and Anne was ready. The apartment was a short journey but she got a cab, not wanting to ruin her makeup. The driver got quite a sight, with Anne dressed up in a sleek black dress, stockings, heels and a choker with a metal heart on it, that Anne always felt was a bit like a choker.
She felt a little nervous on arriving at the door, and wondered if she should just knock and throw out the kinky sex game idea. If she did maybe he would be disappointed, and realise Francesca was a better choice, that Anne was all talk and not the kinky sex kitten she had made out to be. That decided it for her, and looking around the hallway she quickly slipped the dress off and pushed the door open.
Despite the time of day the apartment was dark, thanks to black out blinds and curtains making for a gloomy setting. Scented candles had been lit around which Anne thought was super romantic, and she enjoyed the scent. Soft music was playing from somewhere further inside. She looked on the floor and saw a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs placed on top of a red velvet cushion. Tom had thought of everything. Anne gulped, and slowly slipped the blindfold on, fitting it in place, then reached out and fumbled with the handcuffs, finally getting one in place before reaching her arms behind her to get both in place. Satisfied, excited, and a little nervous, she spread her knees, and announced as loud as she thought necessary "I'm ready Daddy."
For a moment nothing happened. Before the clear sound of footsteps came closer. She fidgeted a little, biting her lip, now knowing he must only be a few feet away, the candlelight dancing across her exposed flesh showcasing her as a total slave slut. No words were spoken as she felt hands around her neck, soft fingers unclasping her choker, before replacing it with a thicker full metal collar in place. She gasped as she heard it click in place... a lock perhaps? Then she felt those same hands on her cheeks, as a metal ring was pushed into her mouth firmly, making her grunt a little at how roughly it was put in. Anne was starting to feel worried. He said not a single reassuring word to her, and they hadn't discussed this, but the humiliating act of kneeling and letting it happen was keeping her head foggy with arousal, and she loved the almost floral scent of his aftershave when he had leaned in. Then she felt the tug of the leash attached to the collar around her neck, causing her to stand and follow blindly into the apartment. She tried to see, and cursed herself for fitting the blindfold so well, she nearly stumbled twice. Why hadn't he said anything yet, oh how she craved just hearing him purr 'good girl' in her ear. Finally she felt the leash pulled downward and she knelt on the floor, slightly disorientated as she heard the rustling of fabric infront of her.
For a moment everything was still, Anne could hear her own heartbeat in her chest. Oh how she wished she wasn't gagged, so she could beg Tom properly, so she could reach for him with her mouth and take his thick cock in between her lips. She decided to try it anyway.
"Pleathh Thom" was all that came out as drool slid down her chin. But the response chilled her to the bone. A feminine voice laughed out loud as sharp nails dug into her scalp and tugged her hair, holding it in a violent grip.
"Oh Anne you fucking slut, you just missed Tom, he was here about an hour ago, fucking me absolutely senseless right about where you're kneeling now. But don't worry, Daddy is here instead, and we can have lots of fun together."
Anne tried to scream, tried to pull away, but she was in a losing position as it was, and had no chance to overpower her captor. That bitch Francesca, how much did she know? Had Tom told her everything? Anne felt her face being pulled forward, until her nose pressed into the soaking wet slit of her romantic adversary.
"Sit still a second bitch or Daddy will get angry and suffocate you."
Anne tried pleading but all that did was receive a sharp slap around the face.
"And shut up. You don't talk unless Daddy says, that mouth has got you in enough trouble don't you think?"
Anne submissively bowed her head as much as possible, feeling defeated, while Francesca relished in the control, peeling off the blindfold and making Anne look up at her.
"You honestly thought it was Tom texting you this whole time Anne? Oh you silly girl, Harriet should have warned you not to fuck with me. I'm fiercely loyal, I treat people with the respect they deserve, and what do you think you deserve?" Anne looked down, but a yank of the collar forced her to return eye contact.
"Tom and I might have our little arguments, but he would never ever go behind my back, especially not with some nasty little tramp like you."
A tear ran down Anne's cheek as the tirade continued from Francesca, how could she have fallen for this stupid trap.
"And you can thank Tom for being here now, you see, unlike you, he knows exactly what I like, and this was partly his idea." Anne didn't want to believe he had any part of this trick, but how else had Francesca been able to text so much, to send pics of Tom to tease poor Anne into sending more and more of herself? She hated to admit it but the betrayal made sense.
"Oh yes, you see, me and Tom have a special kind of relationship. And when he told me you gave your number, he thought I might have more use for it than him, and so I thought I would text you a bit, see how desperate you were to steal my man. Let's look at how desperate you were shall we?" Francesca tapped a button on her phone, and it cast a video to the TV in the corner of the room. Suddenly Anne heard videos of herself playing, videos she had taken to try and steal Tom away from this malicious evil bitch. She blushed, not wanting to turn and watch, and again looked down as Francesca let the videos play. Anne could hear herself on the screen - and the shame sent a shiver through her body. "Oh Daddy I can't wait to take your cock." "I'm gonna be so much better than your old fiancee" "Daddy please punish me, I've been a bad girl."
Francesca couldn't help but giggle on hearing the recordings again. "God, you're pathetic, wait until I show Harriet what a dirty little creep her friend is. Bet all of your friends would like to know about Anne the little homewrecking harlot wouldn't they?"
Anne couldn't hold back the tears, she shook her head, she wanted the world to swallow her up. Why had she been so stupid? The video in the background was now playing a clip of Anne masturbating, her moans clearly audible. Francesca watched the girl break down in front of her, but showed little mercy.
"Stop fucking crying, nobody is going to feel sorry for you, you practically did this to yourself, it was going to happen at some point. Someone smarter than you was going to find out you're a dirty little whore and put you in your place. In fact Anne, you should be glad, I'm offering you a way out where we keep this whole thing between us. No one has to know, and maybe... just maybe I'll share Tom a little bit. Would you like that?"
Anne looked up at that last bit. She didn't like the idea of playing whatever game Francesca was playing, but keeping Harriet and her other friends from knowing what she had done was enough to grab her attention. Anne looked into the eyes of Francesca, and slowly nodded.
"Thought you might, we just need to be a little more honest with each other OK? Let's start with me." Francesca slipped a hand through Anne's hair, the makeup running down her cheeks made her look so weak, so pathetic, it turned the dominant woman on. "Firstly, my relationship with Tom is kind of open. Tom knows he is lucky to have me, and in return he gets to fuck me, and oh boy can he fuck. But me, well, I need something Tom can't give me. He's not submissive. He doesn't get on his knees and call people he's only met once Daddy while running a finger round his ass like somebody in this room." That stung Anne all over again.
"So he lets me play with others, sometimes boys, sometimes girls, girls just like you, who either come willingly to kneel at my feet, or can be persuaded." Anne shuddered, Francesca was a control freak, she didn't care about Anne now, she was getting off on having a new toy wrapped up. But what choice did Anne have? "So I take playthings, and I use them, and if they are good they get to go home happy too." Anne realised where this was going and gulped.
"That's enough about me, now let's look at you. We know you're a filthy little whore, we know you love cock, and we know you love being a submissive little slave girl for Daddy. But what we have yet to find out is if you like pussy too hmm?" Anne had never been with another girl, never even kissed one, let alone god knows what Francesca did with girls. How could she agree to whatever this proposal was? She shook her head.
"No?" Francesca said playfully, rubbing a tear from Anne's face. "Is that no you never will or no you never have?" Anne wasn't even sure how to answer that with the ring gag in, but Francesca wasn't waiting for a response either way.
"Well listen girlie, here's a little deal, because I think you've probably had enough humiliation for one day without a chance to make a choice. I'm giving you far more than you deserve for what you tried." Anne looked up, full of hope, would she be let go from this nightmare?
"Now listen carefully, because I won't repeat this. I'm going to take your gag out in a moment so you can be really clear and let Daddy know what you want OK?" Anne nodded eagerly. She wanted to tell Francesca to fuck off but realised she was still the one in the wrong here, only caught because she tried to meet this woman's husband to be for sex.
"Option one, you say sorry Miss Francesca, and you get up, remove the cuffs, get dressed and never see me again. But I will tell Harriet and all our other friends what you did. I doubt many will want to be friends with you after this little stunt. The videos I imagine will be especially humiliating. It will be hard, but I guess you can always move or make new friends or whatever. I just never want to see you at a party or in the street or anywhere ever again." Anne thought about it, getting out of here was all she wanted to do right now, but then she would lose most of her friends, her other friends would ask why Harriet doesn't let her hang out any more, word would spread, she would likely have to change her social life completely, losing friends she had known for almost her whole 26 years. But the alternative... oh god what was the alternative?
"Option two, you settle yourself down on that nice big dildo I've put on the chair over there, and say thank you Daddy for showing you what you really are. You're clearly a depraved little submissive, and if you do a really good job and are nice and obedient I might even reward you with what you really want, Tom will be more than happy to use that cute mouth as his, what did you call it again? 'cocksleeve' whenever I permit it. In return you'll remain mine and Tom's little secret sex slave. Those are your choices, understood?"
Anne nodded, but her head was a mess, could she do what this woman wanted? She might never have been with a woman before but she didn't feel gross about it right now. Humiliated yes, but not disgusted. In fact if anything she could feel the puddle of wetness between her thighs, the tingling in her nipples, god, was she... enjoying this?
"Now I don't expect an answer right away, so I'm going to give you some thinking time, and a way to make up to me and thank me for my generosity and help you decide all at once. As I said, Tom was around earlier, and he left a real gooey mess in my pussy, and seeing as you love his cum so much, you can clean it up. You can let me know your decision after I'm all clean."
Before Anne could protest she was yanked forward by Francesca, who purred at feeling Anne's tongue slide through the ring gag and begin to lap up the sticky cream pie in her pussy. Oh yes, thought Francesca, she had a natural. She pressed a button on her phone and a new montage of Anne's smutty videos started playing.
Anne found herself quickly lost in subspace and she was surprised at how aroused licking this dominant woman's cum filled pussy made her. Combined with the humiliating way she was treated she felt her own pussy cream her knickers all over again, as she tried to rub herself on the ground as she licked.
The TV was now showing all the clips that highlighted Anne's desire for Tom's cum, something Francesca had decided to edit together for this very moment "Oh yeah give me it all, I wanna suck all the cum from you, I'm such a slut for cum, ruin my face Daddy" Francesca felt her orgasm quickly build as Anne grew more and more into her new role. "Good girl, that's it, you can taste Tom like this all the time little cuckquean, just submit to me, I know you want to, yes, yes, ahhhhh" Francesca came, her juices mixing with her lover's and coating Anne's face, who she commanded to keep licking until she was completely satisfied every drop of him was swallowed and in Anne's belly. Anne, still yet to have her own pleasure, blushed. If she didn't want this, why had she enjoyed it so much?
Francesca lay for a while, catching her breath, while Anne slumped to the floor by the bed, her chin dripping with cum and saliva from the gag. Finally Francesca got up, reached around Anne's neck and unclasped the ring gag.
"Time's up Anne. What will it be?"
Anne was so aroused, it felt like the decision had already been made by her body. She walked over to the chair next to the TV cabinet, saw the 8" dildo mounted on it with its suction cup base, and pulled her soaking panties aside with one of her cuffed hands from behind her back. Looking at Francesca in the eye desperately, she lowered herself onto the rubber cock. Feeling the tip enter she gasped before remembering her line.
"Thank you Daddy, for turning me into your needy little cuckquean, I promise to submit and offer myself for your pleasure, to please you Daddy, and make sure I am ready for use whenever you wish, your dirty little cucky secret."
Francesca got up, grabbing hold of the metal chain attached to the collar padlocked around Anne's neck and pushed the girl down until the dildo was deep inside her, then she grabbed her phone and took a photo of Anne, stuffed with cock, mascara stains running down her cheeks, arms still cuffed behind her. She sent the picture in a message to Tom.
Thanks for the help, got a present waiting for you at home xxx
