Transboy

Ftm, post op top surgery Maybe ill give you my dead name if you make me wet enough. 25/ northeast US MISGENDERING IS WELCOME

[spreadableshareables]

take me out on dates or just to the grocery store with a bigggggg dildo in my pussy. one that's not outwardly visible but is so big that I can't bend over, can barely sit in it. you have to tie it in me because my pussy would just push it out otherwise. I can't think, I'm almost-painfully full, I'm walking kind of weird, and you're just laughing at me the whole time we're out. I'd be on the verge of tears every time we got home after that.

[cherryalmondgirl898]

i want a dom who will blindfold me and invite over someone i don’t know and offer my mouth to him. for free, bareback, to completion, and i will swallow. i have no clue whose dick is in my mouth. i have no idea whose cum i just swallowed. who knows what he could have, or the last time he showered, but that’s why i trust my dom. he knows the anonymous man whose cock i’m pleasuring. and if we ever do meet, he and my dom will know ive had his cum in my mouth while i’m none the wiser.

[batchickcrazy30]

Mmmm yes make me suck off random men and take their cum

[volatiledogboy]

shhhhh baby, keep those thighs open, i know its big, i made sure to buy you the nicest toy i could find. youre so wet pup i barely need to use any lube, look how deep you can take it! thats it, almost at the knot. now this parts gonna hurt just a liiiitle more, good doggies take knots. there! awh look at you squirm, and your tummy, look at that bulge, feels funny when i rub it though your stomach huh? good boy, now lets get your clothes back on, keep that knot in like a good boy while we’re out.

[jhgfddgh-deactivated20251102]

me and her

[drip-p1ss]

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

[mieberocdrone]

[oinkpig]

Yes, it would like to know, Sir

[therestrained-deactivated201709]

[derekwriteskink]

it sounds hot as a fantasy, but obviously too extreme in reality, something this extreme could only really be for a day maybe two days but realistically not any longer.

[stalkerr-daddy]

Forcing you to sit down right in front of me with your legs spread wide open and I make you touch yourself for me while I watch you. I tell you to start rubbing yourself, praising you when you follow directions. I tell you to go faster, to keep going faster while I continue talking to you normally, as you start moaning out you hear me say “faster, faster baby, faster.” Just as you’re about to cum I grab your hand and pull it away from your throbbing clit, “we just started baby, not yet,” I say with a sadistic smile on my face, “again, speed up, faster baby.” I watch in admiration as you rub yourself stupid all for my enjoyment, I see the orgasm building in your body and just before you release it you hear my voice command you to stop again.

Your body starts convulsing from the pure pleasure i am denying it and I laugh at you, making fun of what a trembling and pathetic mess you are for me, “now, stick your finger inside and fuck yourself for me princess,” I watch as your brain processes what I said, and you quickly do as I say, just like a well trained little puppy. I start degrading you for being such a slut, for being so obedient and I start confusing your brain by degrading you for doing exactly what you were told. Your eyes roll back into your head, your body is quivering as you’re on the edge of finishing, you start falling into the pleasure, “stop” my voice quickly pulls you out of it “who said you could cum? Because I sure as fuck didn’t.” Your body can’t take it anymore, you are overstimulated and as sensitive as you’ve ever been in your life, tears are streaming down your face, you are screaming, begging for me to let you cum and all I do is laugh in your face while I continuously deny you until you physically cannot take it anymore.

You lie there limp and exhausted, unable to fuck yourself anymore, that’s when I pull my cock out and start jerking off, making you watch me, making you listen to my desperate moans, getting you more needy, more desperate, and yet you physically can’t do anything about it anymore. I torture you, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to watch closely as I jerk myself off inches from your face. I slap my cock across your face, make you spit on it, treat you as an object strictly made for my pleasure.

You see my legs start to shake, my sounds get more desperate by the stroke, i admire how pathetic you look for me, how dumb you were willing to be just for me, i keep jerking my cock, getting closer, and closer, I push your legs open one last time and push the tip in, you feel me starting to twitch, starting to cum, then I ram the length of my cock deep inside of you, filling you full of cum and draining every last drop from my balls deep inside of your edged and denied little hole

[malebndg]

I've wanted to get some shorts like these. I can imagine it getting rather sweaty and musky in there!

[fartcushion]

The thought of being in these but facing the back 🤤. The fart taking you by surprise and as you pull back the shorts snap you back in place. Pull all you want you aren't getting away from the gas and there's no where for it to go but your burning lungs.

[goblinsalt]

My owner gets home one day and shows me three used condoms, each tied and full of cum. He won’t tell me where he got them, whether he fished them out of the trash or just jerked off into them himself.

He binds me with my legs spread wide, tight enough that I can’t move. He makes me watch him cut each condom open, one by one, and tip the contents into me, before turning the condoms inside out and fingering me with the cum-coated latex. When he’s done, all three condoms and their contents are lodged inside of me, but he doesn’t untie me just yet. My hips are angled upwards, and he wants me to stay like that for a while so gravity keeps the cum inside me.

[needypuppyhole]

🥴🥵😵‍💫🫠 omg this is a dream. I'm soaked just thinking about it

[humiliatemeplesse]

Left it there for the entire weekend with a live stream.

[pr3ttypunisher]

“you’re being so good holding it, angel. let me reward you. come here.” pulling you onto the bed. touching you gently. everywhere. getting you relaxed. floaty. “doesn’t that feel nice? you don’t have to do any thinking. let me do the thinking. just feel how good my touch is”

you settling back against the pillows. already looking softer. less tense. me stroking your face. your neck. your shoulders. gentle touches. soothing. “there you go, love. that’s so much better, isn’t it? you don’t need to be all wound up like that.”

you nodding. eyes already getting hazy. responding to gentleness after being tense for so long. “good. now just relax completely for me. let everything go except what i’m making you feel.”

hands sliding down your body. over your clothes still. just touching. stroking. getting you used to my hands. getting your mind to quiet. “you’re so beautiful like this, darling. all soft and pliant for me.”

you making small sounds. content. trusting. me continuing those gentle touches. your arms. your sides. your hips. your thighs. lulling you. “that’s my good girl. just relaxing for me.”

slowly removing your clothes. piece by piece. you helping without thinking. body on autopilot. mind starting to get fuzzier. “there we go. so pretty, angel. let me see all of you.”

you lying there. naked. relaxed. not even thinking about how full you are anymore. just focused on my touch. my voice. exactly where i want you. “i’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. you just keep being soft like this for me.”

hands on your thighs. stroking. massaging gently. you humming. eyes drifting closed. “keep your eyes open, love. look at me. stay right here with me.” you opening them. looking at me. unfocused but present.

leaning down. kissing your stomach. soft kisses. your hips. your thighs. you sighing. body sinking deeper into the bed. deeper into that fuzzy headspace. “so good for me. such a sweet girl.”

kissing lower. between your legs. gentle kisses on your inner thighs. you spreading them without being asked. just responding. just wanting more soft touch. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”

finally kissing you there. on your pussy. soft. gentle. you gasping. but not tensing. me licking slowly. thoroughly. taking my time. making it about pleasure. about sensation.

you moaning softly. hips moving slightly. unconsciously. me encouraging it. “that’s right, darling. just move however feels good. don’t think. just respond.”

continuing to lick. you getting wetter. getting more into it. mind going quieter. fuzzier. all thoughts disappearing except how good this feels.

one hand sliding up. over your hip. your stomach. resting there. light pressure. barely anything. you not even noticing. too focused on my tongue. on the pleasure building.

pressing down slightly while licking. you moaning louder. not connecting the dots. not realizing what that pressure is doing. just knowing it feels good. makes everything more intense.

“you taste so sweet, sweetheart. doing so well for me.” you preening at the praise. melting further. becoming more pliant. more empty headed. perfect.

sliding one finger inside while my tongue stays on your clit. you gasping. taking it easily. body so relaxed. so open. “that’s my good girl. taking my finger so nicely.”

pumping slowly. gently. curling slightly. finding that spot. you moaning. hips rolling. chasing the feeling. not thinking at all now.

hand on your stomach pressing a little more. rhythmic pulses. gentle but purposeful. you moaning with each one. not understanding why it feels so good. just knowing it does.

adding a second finger. still gentle. still slow. working you open. tongue still licking. you completely lost in it. eyes unfocused. mouth open. moaning. leaning into my touch more.

“so beautiful like this, pretty. all fuzzy and sweet for me. not thinking about anything except how good you feel.” you nodding vaguely. proving my point. completely gone.

pressing on your stomach more deliberately now. timing it with my fingers inside. creating pressure. you moaning louder. body responding. getting wetter. getting closer. not noticing the small leak that escapes.

but i notice. and i don’t say anything. just keep going. keep licking. keep pumping my fingers. keep pressing. making it feel too good to think. too good to realize.

pulling back briefly. kissing up your body. your stomach. your ribs. your chest. you whimpering at the loss. “shh, i’m right baby, angel. just want to kiss you.”

reaching your face. cupping it with my free hand. fingers still inside you. still moving. “look at me, honey. show me those pretty eyes.” you focusing on me. barely. so fuzzy. gone.

kissing you deeply. swallowing your moans. fingers still pumping. still curling. still hitting that spot. you kissing back messily. uncoordinated. too far gone to do it properly.

pulling back. kissing your cheeks. your nose. your forehead. your temples. covering your face in soft kisses. “such a good girl. my perfect angel. so sweet for me.”

you making happy sounds. basking in the attention. in the praise. mind completely empty. just feeling loved. feeling good. feeling safe.

hand leaving your face. sliding down. both hands on you now. one still inside. pumping. the other on your stomach. pressing. you moaning. arching. another small leak. you not even noticing.

“that’s it, love. just feel everything. you’re doing so perfectly.” you nodding. agreeing. not even sure what you’re agreeing to. just wanting to be good.

building you higher. fingers pumping a little faster. a little harder. still gentle but more purposeful. tongue back on your clit. licking. sucking gently. hand on your stomach maintaining pressure.

you getting close. body tensing. hips moving more. chasing it. me encouraging. “that’s right, angel. let it build. you’re going to feel so good.”

pressing on your stomach more firmly. fingers curling more deliberately. tongue more focused. you right there. right on the edge.

“cum for me, darling. let go. give it to me.” you starting to let go. body clenching. releasing. cumming hard. leaking more. not realizing. not caring. just feeling the pleasure crash through you.

me working you through it. fingers still moving. tongue still licking. hand still pressing. you shaking. moaning. completely lost. another leak. bigger this time. you vaguely aware but too far gone to stop it.

starting to come down. still fuzzy. still floating. me pulling my fingers out slowly. moving up your body. gathering you in my arms. “such a good girl. you did so well for me, baby.”

you curling into me. fuzzy. mindless. happy. not even thinking about the wet spot. not thinking about anything. just feeling safe. feeling good. feeling loved.

“you leaked a little, sweetheart. did you notice?” you blinking. confused. slowly coming back. realizing. face going red. “i… i didn’t mean to…”

“i know, love. you were so fuzzy for me. so far gone. couldn’t help it. that’s okay. that’s exactly what i wanted.” stroking your hair. your back. soothing you.

you processing slowly. realizing i did that on purpose. made you too fuzzy to notice. too far gone to control it. “you… you made me…”

“i made you feel good, angel. made you let go. made you stop thinking. and you leaked because you were too blissed out to hold it. exactly what i planned.” kissing your forehead.

you torn between embarrassment and arousal. not sure how to feel. me just holding you. “you’re okay, honey. it’s okay. you were perfect. now let’s get you cleaned up and then you can use the bathroom properly.”

helping you up. steadying you. you still fuzzy. still floaty. letting me guide you.

taught you something today. that i can make you so mindless you lose control without even realizing. that pleasure can override everything. that being fuzzy and dumb for me means giving up more than you intended.

next time you’ll be nervous. wondering if i’ll do it again. wondering if you’ll notice. wondering if you can stay present enough to control yourself.

but you won’t. because i’m very good at making you fuzzy. at making you empty headed. at making you forget everything except how good i make you feel.

[pr3ttypunisher]

i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”

you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”

[hulloisnotme]

Ggoodsssss reading thiss made me drip sso much

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

You're a professional. You’ve researched the company, memorized your talking points, and chosen your most unassuming navy blue attire. You couldn't possibly be more prepared for this interview.

The man across the desk is exactly what you expected. Sharp suit, sharper jawline. His eyes are a cool, calculating gray, and they move over your resume as if they’re auditing a financial statement.

"It says here you have extensive experience in project management," he begins, his voice a low baritone that seems to rattle the air. "Can you tell me about a time you had to steer a project back on track after a significant setback."

The questions are standard. You deliver your pre-rehearsed answers, your voice steady despite the frantic hammering of your heart. You’re doing well. You can feel it, though you think he notices you're a little nervous.

He gestures to a crystal pitcher on a small side table. "Water?"

"Yes, please. Thank you." Your throat is dry.

He pours a glass and slides it across the vast expanse of the mahogany desk. It’s cool and heavy in your hands. You take a grateful sip as he continues with another question about stakeholder engagement. The water is crisp, with a faint, almost unnoticeable mineral taste. You drain half the whole glass.

The interview continues. You’re talking about timeline expectations when the first wave of it hits. It’s not dizziness, not exactly. It’s more like the edges of your vision have gone soft, the sharp lines of the office blurring just slightly. A pleasant, liquid warmth pools in your belly, slow and syrupy, spreading downwards.

"...and so the key," you hear yourself saying, though your voice sounds distant, "was to re-evaluate the core deliverables."

He leans forward, steepling his fingers. His gray eyes seem to pierce right through your professional facade as the tenor of the questions change. "We have a very specific company culture here. We value… adaptability. An eagerness to embrace new workflows. Are you comfortable being trained?"

The warmth in your stomach has reached your thighs now, a low, insistent thrum starting between your legs. You shift in your seat, the silk of your panties suddenly feeling abrasive against your clit, which is beginning to swell with an inexplicable, unbidden sensitivity.

"Of course," you manage, your voice a little breathy. "I’m a very fast learner."

"Good." A slow smile spreads across his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "Because our training can be quite… intensive. It requires a complete commitment. A willingness to submit to your superiors. Do you have any issues with authority?"

"No. None at all," you say. Though the word ‘submit’ stirs something in you, and you feel a slick wetness bloom between your legs. What is happening? Was it the water? Your mind is screaming alarms, a frantic, distant siren, but it’s being drowned out by a rising tide of pure, mindless lust. Your nipples pebble against your blouse, aching for a touch you shouldn’t want. The questions continue, not giving you a chance to linger on your fears.

"How do you handle high-pressure situations?" he asks, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower, to your chest. "When you’re given a task that feels overwhelming, that pushes you to your absolute limit, do you break? Or do you take it?"

You can’t think of a project management answer. The only answer that comes to mind is a raw, physical one. "I take it," you whisper, and the sound of your own admission makes you even wetter.

"Do you enjoy being pushed" he presses, his voice dropping. "Do you find that you perform best when you’re being… guided? Firmly?"

"Yes." The word is a gasp. Your rational mind is a tiny, screaming prisoner in a body that has gone into full, slutty revolt. You need this job. The thought is a desperate mantra, but it’s starting to twist, to warp. Maybe… maybe this is part of the job.

"I think you’re ready for the technical assessment," he says, standing up. He’s tall, imposing. He rounds the desk and stops in front of you. "Stand up."

Your body obeys before your mind can object. The drug, the aphrodisiac, whatever it is, has turned your limbs pliant and willing.

"Present your qualifications," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You know what he means. With trembling fingers, you reach for the hem of your skirt. You hike it up your thighs, revealing the simple, practical panties you wore. They’re already soaked, a dark patch staining the pale fabric.

His eyes devour the sight. "Good girl. Now the rest. Pull them aside."

A wave of shame washes over you, but it’s immediately swamped by a much stronger wave of arousal. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pull, exposing your slick, swollen folds. The cool air of the office hits your wetness, and you gasp, your hips pushing forward instinctively.

"I'm impressed." he murmurs, his voice thick. "You present well. Now..." he begins to guide you with a hand at the small of your back, positioning you.

You turn, your movements clumsy with lust and confusion. You place your hands on the cool, polished wood of his desk, your suit jacket bunching up around your shoulders. You bend over, pushing your ass out, offering yourself to him completely. You can feel him standing behind you, the heat of his body a palpable force. You hear the slide of a zipper.

"The final stage of the technical assessment is a hands-on evaluation," he says, his voice right by your ear. He grabs your hips, his grip firm and proprietary. "We need to ensure you can handle the daily workload."

You feel the blunt tip of his cock press against your drenched entrance. He thrusts into you, long and thick. It’s too much, it’s wrong, but oh god, it feels incredible. The drug makes every sensation a thousand times more intense. The feeling of being stretched, of being filled so completely, sends your mind into white hot static.

He fucks you hard and fast, slamming into you with a rhythm that’s all business. Your face is pressed against the desk, your own ragged moans muffled by the wood. You’re cumming already, a helpless orgasm that makes your legs tremble. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You shouldn’t be clenching around him, trying to take him deeper. But you are.

Just as you feel another climax building, he pulls out. You whimper at the loss.

"Hold that position," he orders. He presses a button on his desk intercom. "Ladies, could you come to my office? We have a candidate for final review."

The door opens, and two women walk in. They’re dressed just like you, in sharp corporate attire. Their faces are placid, their eyes holding a calm, knowing expression. They don’t look shocked or horrified. They’re here to evaluate. To see if you have what it takes to be one of them.

"This is our new candidate," he says, gesturing to your exposed, trembling form. "What do you think? Does she have the right… attitude?"

One of the women walks closer, peering at your ass with a critical eye. She reaches out and runs a finger through the slick mix of your fluids and his pre-cum. "Definitely receptive," she says in a calm, professional tone. "And she’s clearly eager to please. A little tight, but that can be worked on during orientation."

"She takes instruction well," the other one adds, nodding. "Good form. Seems durable."

He grunts in approval and shoves back inside you. "You should see her in action..."

He pounds into you again, harder this time. The two women stand there watching, offering quiet words of encouragement that sound like performance feedback.

"Really lean into it!" "See? You’re a natural." "You’re really taking it. Management is going to love you!"

Their voices, their praise, it all blends together. Your mind starts to break. The shame is gone, replaced by a desperate need to perform, to please, to get this job. You start to buck back against his thrusts, meeting him with a pathetic eagerness. You’re cheering with them in your head. I can do this. I’m good at this. I'm a professional.

He cums deep inside you, a hot, heavy flood that makes you scream into the desk. But it’s not over. Time starts to blur. One of the women steps forward. "You must be thirsty after all that. Here have a little more."

She's right. You are. You gulp down more eagerly. Have to stay hydrated, after all. Shortly after, you feel hands all over you, mouths on your tits, fingers sliding into your mouth. You think your first interviewer leaves and another man comes in. Or maybe it’s the same man. Faces and cocks begin to blend into a seamless, overwhelming ordeal of use.

At one point, someone whispers in your ear, his voice apologetic. "Sorry for all the interview rounds, but rules are rules. We have to be thorough. Make sure you’re a good fit for the whole team."

You just nod, your mind a slurry of cum and compliance. You’re passed around the office, a piece of communal property. The cheers of the office whores are your only anchor in the storm. You’re covered in cum, your suit is ruined, your body is a wreck, but you’ve never felt so… successful. You aced the interview. You know you did.

Hours later — or is it minutes? — you’re kneeling on the floor, dazed and spent. That same man from before is standing over you, his suit perfectly straightened, not a hair out of place. The other employees have vanished. It’s just the two of you in the quiet, pristine office again.

He extends a hand to help you up. You take it, your legs shaky.

He smiles, a genuine, warm smile this time. "Congratulations," he says, his voice back to its cool, professional baritone. "You exceeded all expectations. The position is yours. Welcome to the team."

Tears of relief and something much darker stream down your face. "Thank you," you sob. "Thank you so much."

"We’re happy to have you," he says. He picks up a sleek, black velvet box from his desk and hands it to you. "Your welcome package. Standard issue for all new hires."

You open it. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, are a slim, pink vibrator and a jewel tipped anal plug, both bearing the subtle etching of the company logo.

"You’ll be expected to have these on your person at all times during work hours," he explains calmly. "Consider them part of your uniform. Your orientation begins tomorrow at nine. Don’t be late."

You stare at the toys, then up at his face. Something has changed in him... or maybe in you. He’s no longer the predator from the interview; he’s your manager, your superior.

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I can’t watch from the shadows for one more second. Looking at you through the window, knowing you’re sleeping in that bed alone again… it’s hurting me. I need to save you from that loneliness. I need to touch. I need to take.

So I’m coming in.

The window slides up easier than I expected. You really shouldn't leave it unlocked, baby. It's dangerous. Anyone could get in. You're lucky it was just me this time.

I creep to the edge of the bed. You look so peaceful, so unaware.

I shift my weight, and the mattress dips. Your eyes fly open.

Instant chaos. You thrash, a terrified sound leaving your throat as you jump backward, kicking at the sheets, your hands clawing blindly at the dark. I forgive you though. You don't see my face yet. You just see a shape. A threat.

I lunge forward, pinning your wrists to the mattress with one hand, using my weight to crush your legs so you can't kick. You’re hyperventilating, shaking so hard the bed frame rattles.

"Shhh. Shhh. No, no, no."

I catch your face in my hand, squeezing your jaw tight, forcing you to look at me in the sliver of moonlight coming through the blinds. I lean down, pressing my forehead against yours so you can see. So you can finally see.

"It’s okay, baby. It’s me. I’m finally here."

I watch your eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes staring at me. You must be starstruck.

And then, you stop fighting.

You go completely still beneath me. Your body goes slack, your hands stop pulling against my grip. You don't say a word. You don't say my name. You're probably too overwhelmed to speak, too choked up with emotion to fully recognize the face you've been dreaming about.

"That’s a good girl," I whisper, smiling as I stroke your cheek with my thumb. You’re trembling so hard, poor thing. You must be in shock that I actually came for you. "I know. I know I scared you. You thought I was a stranger, didn't you? You’re so silly. I’m not a stranger. I’m your owner."

You lie there, your chest heaving, not making a sound. You’re letting me do this. You know this is how it has to be.

I don't waste time. I can't. I've been starving for this for months. I shove your thighs apart and line up my cock with your cunt. I thrust deep, burying myself inside you in.

You gasp, your eyes squeezing shut. Tears leak out of the corners. It’s overwhelming, I know. To finally be filled. To finally be touched by the only man who really loves you.

"Mine," I growl against your neck, pounding you into the mattress, fucking you the way you've always wanted. You're so tight. God you feel so good. "You’re never sleeping alone again. I’m taking you home. I'm locking you in my room so you're never alone again."

You haven't opened your eyes since I entered you. You're just taking it all in, limp and obedient, letting me do whatever I want. It’s perfect. It’s exactly how I imagined our first time would be.

"It’s okay, baby," I soothe you, kissing the tears off your cheeks as I feel my release building. "You’re safe now. I have you. And I'm never letting you go."

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Times Up. The room is dim, minimalist. Stark walls, expensive looking furniture existing as mere shapes in the gloom. The only prominent sound, besides your own ragged breathing, is a quiet, steady hum from a digital timer mounted on the wall opposite the bed. It glows with bright red numerals, currently reading: 00:59:57. Just under one hour.

"Ah, you're awake." The voice is smooth, measured. You crane your neck and see him emerge from the darker corners near the door. You don’t recognize his face, but you do recognize the calculated intent simmering in his eyes as they roam over your restrained form. He holds several objects in his hands, the glint of metal catching the faint light. "Good, we can prepare for the game."

He approaches the bed, his movements precise, almost clinical. Cold metal touches your skin, and you gasp as he expertly fastens clamps to your already peaked nipples. The bite is sharp, sending tremors straight to your core. You instinctively arch your back, straining against the restraints.

"Patience," he murmurs, his fingers brushing against the side of your breast. "Anticipation is part of the fun." He produces a sleek vibrator next. You watch, mesmerized and terrified, as he lowers it between your legs. The silicone presses against your folds, nudging them apart, before settling directly onto your clit. He turns it on.

A powerful buzz vibrates through your entire pelvis. It’s not overwhelming, not yet, but the pressure’s building against your most sensitive point, amplifying the sting from the clamps.

"The rules are quite simple," he says, stepping back slightly to admire his handiwork, his eyes tracking the slight tremor in your thighs. "The timer counts down. When it hits zero, I undo the restraints, the door opens, and you’re free to leave." He pauses, letting that sink in. It sounds too easy. "There's just one small addendum."

His gaze shifts meaningfully towards the vibrator humming between your legs, then back to your face. "Every time you orgasm... an hour gets added to the clock."

You look down at the state of yourself as despair wars with a sudden, treacherous excitement. This isn't just about endurance; it's about self control. All you have to do is not cum. One hour doesn't sound insurmountable. You can do this. You have to do this.

He must see the determination in your eyes because a pleasant smile touches his lips. "Let the games begin."

He doesn't touch you again, not immediately. He just watches. The vibrator continues its steady assault, the clamps pull with agonizing sweetness. You clench your teeth, focusing on the glowing red numerals, trying to meditate, trying to think of anything else — taxes, grocery lists, the pattern of the ceiling tiles. But the sensations are insidious. Feelings deepen, spreading warmth through your belly, making your cunt clench. The nipple clamps send sharp signals that translate directly into a throb between your legs. You can feel the wetness building, smoothing a path for the vibrator, increasing the intensity with every passing second.

Sweat beads on your forehead. You bite your lip hard, tasting blood. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum. The mantra pounds in your head, almost in time with the vibration. But your body isn’t listening. It remembers pleasure, craves it, builds towards it with terrifying efficiency. The pressure mounts, lower, tighter, a knot of pure ecstasy demanding release. Your breathing grows shallow, hollowing out into ragged gasps.

You see his eyes darken, tracking the flush rising on your cheeks, the way your hips begin to jerk involuntarily against the bed. He knows. He knows you're close.

And then, it happens. A strangled cry tears from your throat as the knot ruptures. Your back arches violently off the bed, straining against the leather, your toes curl, and pure pleasure whites out your vision. It goes on and on, a helpless release that leaves you trembling and gasping for air.

As the last tremors subside, leaving you limp and panting, your gaze darts towards the clock. The numbers flicker for a second, then reset: 01:45:58.

An hour added. Just like that.

"A valiant effort," he says, finally moving closer again. "But your body doesn't seem to share your resolve." He picks up a remote you hadn't noticed before. "Shall we try a different setting?"

The steady hum changes, becoming an unsteady pulse, mimicking the flutter of your own heart. It’s hitting you in a way that bypasses thought entirely. You whine, already feeling the tendrils of arousal tightening their grip, building heat once again.

"No... please..." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice smooth as silk. "Please make you cum again?" His fingers ghost over the inside of your thigh, impossibly light. He dips a finger into the wetness pooling around the vibrator and brings it up, showing you. "You're already soaked. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind tries to fight it."

He leans down, whispering into your ear, "Let's add another hour, shall we?"

This time, the struggle has all but left you. The combination of the vibrator, the sharp pull on your nipples, the exquisite torment of his fingers dipping inside you, teasing, stretching — it’s too much to bear. You come apart with a scream, bucking wildly, tears of frustration and sheer sensory overload streaming down your face.

The clock resets: 02:31:55.

And so it goes. He becomes a master conductor, orchestrating your unwilling release. He uses his hands, his mouth, introduces new textures, new temperatures — hot wax dripping torturously along your stomach, ice cubes traced along your inner thighs before being pressed against your swollen clit. He fucks you, long, slow strokes that build friction to an unbearable degree, then switches to hard, pounding thrusts that hammer against your cervix, each impact pulling another orgasm out of you before the last has fully faded.

He talks to you throughout, a constant stream of commentary, praise, and provocation weaved into the fabric of your being. "Look at how wet you get when I touch you here." "Fighting it only makes it sweeter when you finally break." "That’s another hour. We have so much time together now."

Your mind begins to fray at the edges, and the clock all but mocks you now, the numbers climbing higher and higher. Five hours. Six. Seven. You lose track, even as its crimson glow burns into your vision. The desperation to escape transforms into something else, something terrifyingly seductive. You’re drunk, lost in delirium, your thoughts splintering, your reality narrowing down to the next inevitable, time adding release. You sob, you plead, you scream, but it all gets drowned out. Your body is no longer yours; it's a landscape he explores and conquers, again and again. Hour by hour.

———

At some point, through the fog, you're dimly aware of him slowing down. The pace changes. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by a languid exploration. The clock... you squint at it through blurred vision... 00:07:12. Seven minutes left? After all that? How? Had he… let some time run down? Is it a sliver of unexpected mercy, or just another part of his game?

He removes the vibrator, the clamps. The sudden absence of stimulation is almost painful. Your skin tingles, hypersensitive. Then he leans over you, and reaches for the restraints, the leather falling away from your wrist. Then the other. Then your ankles.

You're free. The timer is still ticking down. Six minutes now.

He steps back, gesturing towards the door. "The game is almost over. You've endured. You can leave."

But... leave? The thought sends you spiraling, pure panic, colder and sharper than the initial fear when you first woke. Leave this? Leave him? Leave the reality bending, all consuming pleasure he gives you, the only world you've known for what feels like an eternity? The silence of the outside world seems terrifyingly empty in comparison, utterly devoid of meaning.

The haze clears just enough for a new thought to crystallize. More time. You need more time. You need him to keep touching you, keep making you come apart. The only way…

Before he can react, before logic can fully intrude, your hand darts down between your legs, finding your still throbbing, acutely sensitive clit. You rub with desperation, chasing that familiar build.

"No... don't stop..." you sob, the words thick with cum-drunk urgency. "Please... gotta... gotta cum..."

He watches you, motionless, surprise crossing his features, quickly replaced by something intensely possessive. Five minutes left.

You have to beat the clock. You have to earn more time. Staying here, lost in this endless cycle of pleasure and surrender, feels like the only thing in the world worth having. And all you have to do is cum.

"Let me stay," you whimper, looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading. "Please... add more time..."

Four minutes. You gasp as the pressure builds towards its peak, faster this time, spurred by sheer panic and desire. All you have to do is cum. Again. And again. Forever.

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