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25 yo slut bf says i am not allowed to reply to DMs from men, sorry!

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She had come from one of the wealthiest families. You were feared as the strictest professor on campus. Obviously, when you failed her for not turning in work conflict was bound to happen.

Without hesitation, she forged pictures to ruin your reputation. She filed false reports and got you fired. Your wife left you. No one would believe a word you said.

With no options left, her father swooped in and offered you a job. You were desperate. Now you were living a nightmare with no way out.

"I want the floor spotless by the time my friends arrive."

"Yes." You're hand shook as you made sure to keep your gaze down. Making eye contact would add 2 months of chastity.

She slapped your face with her foot. "Yes what?"

"Yes." You sighed. "Yes Miss Kathy."

"Good bitch." She laughed. "I can't believe you were literally planning on failing me. I told you you'd regret it."

"Please forgive me Miss." You're caged tightened around you shrimp. "I just wanna return to my old life."

"Return. There is no returning loser. You were so well respected and now your the maid of a former student."

"But Miss, please."

"Listen." She leaned back, reclining in her seat. She dangled her foot in front of you and snapped her fingers." Everyone from the university will be here tonight celebrating my perfect GPA." You shuffled forward and began massaging her feet. "And you're status as my maid will be solidified forever."

"Yes Miss." You sighed. A tear slid from your eyes as you accepted your defeat.

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Being a golddigger didn't always work out. For example, despite marrying one of the richest men in the world, you ended up as the maid and personal assistant to his daughter in college.

When you married him, you had no skills nor education. He thought you were sweet and pretty; however, you and his daughter never got along. Long nights of back and forth aruging, and somehow you ended up here.

As rich men tend to do, he found a younger more attractive woman to replace you with. You were devastated because you had signed the prenup.

He told you that while he could no longer stay married, he could give you a job. You figured as a secretary in one of his buildings, but no, his daughter was going off to college and he wanted to make sure all of her needs were taken care of.

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When you find out you're husband, the love of your life, has been cheating on you for years, there's 2 ways you can handle it.

One way, for those with a strong sense of pride, is to leave him.

The other way, for those women who are betas, is too accept that he'd rather be with her and do what you do best and continue to cook and clean for them.

Over time, his Mistress will train you to become their personal maid and cuckquean. From making the house spotless to cooking every one of their meals, to even massaging her feet while your husband mounts her, you'll be their servant in a house you once called your own.

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You're entire life you worked hard to rise through the ranks, to the point you became one of the most prominent leaders in your country. However, humans rarely change on the inside. You were born poor, born to serve those Superior to you in stature, beauty, and prestige.

So when one of your younger, more beautiful secretaries started flirting with your husband, you allowed it to progress.

"She's so beautiful, but I know my husband will stay loyal."

Eventually, you walked in on them making love. Your shock and humiliation faded into a twisted sense of arousal.

"Of course, he'd sleep with her. She's so much more pretty than I am."

This girl, in her early 20s, smirked at you.

"Madam President, why don't you kiss my feet."

You hesitated, but something seemed to click into place. It only made sense for this young and beautiful girl to be with your husband. To give you commands. Slowly, you walked to the side of the bed. Kneeling, you kissed her feet, and she kissed your husband.

Over time, this became your norm. During the day, you were leading the nation. Making changes, and at night, you were at the mercy of a girl whose who job was to bring you coffee and take your calls.

After a few months, she leaked humiliating videos of you and you had to resign in disgrace.

From their you became their full time maid and cuckquean.

After a year, your husband won a seat in Congress and got you a job as a janitor during the day and waitress during major political events.

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She had taken everything from you: your husband, your clothes, even your wealth.

Yet all you could do, as she took over your life, was lower your head and say "Yes Ma'am."

She was right, why did you need to be married when she was the one spending every night with your husband, while you stayed in the basement.

Why did you need fancy dresses and sexy lingerie when, when she was the one attending parties with your husband, while you cleaned the toilets and scrubbed the floors.

Why did you need endless wealth, when she was the one using all your cards, and all you need to buy were basic groceries.

"Yes Ma'am." She was right, you were no longer an heiress with a nigh endless trust fund, but a maid who had signed everything over to this woman.

[echoop4p]

you tell me what time I sleep, how much screentime I'm allowed, what apps I'm not allowed to have, tell me the number of friends I'm allowed to have, and make me ask when I want to pee/touch myself, or you're NOT what I'm looking for :3

[1l1l1l1lll1lll-deactivated20160]

[sianbx]

Only a broken bitch would eagerly lap at her crush’s soaked nutsack whilst he makes love to a more superior bitch. Maybe one day you can make love to his asshole too.

[letmeeaseyourburden]

"Why do I cheat on you with the women closest to you?" He looked at you like you were somehow even dumber than he thought. "Because you are so terrified I might leave like your Daddy. So you will do anything to keep me. Like apologizing for getting upset I fucked your best friend. Do you understand how much of a rush of control that is? Fuck crack, it's better. Now apologize for being a controlling bitch."

Your best friend laughed and told you your husband's cock twitched inside her when you did.

[ourchillvibes]

I want to be given zero compliments while all you do is compliment her. Crush my self esteem while building hers up. Make me hate myself

[kokopeli543]

No, no no. Just stop. Sorry, but you're so much worse at giving me head than she is. Just make out with my asshole while I jerk off to her pictures, then I'll use your ass like normal, OK?

[goddess-kendra-1]

Make out with my feet or your wife??

[goddess-kendra-1]

While your fiancé and I are relaxing in the sun and you are cleaning my apartment with a fucking toothbrush in between all the nooks and crannies😂 you receive this:

How is my tan coming along on a scale of 1-10?

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I think you should book a room at the resort and just spend the night Princess.

Voting ended onMay 3, 2025

P.S PAY EXTRA ATTENTION TO MY TOILETS ND DON'T FORGET TO USE FABRIC SOFTENER ON MY EGYPTIAN COTTON SHEETS 😉

[rubbergimps]

SubxOliver

[obeysir-r]

Did you think you were going to be ON the float for the pride parade? Absolutely not, you're going to be the fag drawing my carriage. And unless you want to be gagging in front of everyone, you're going to keep the steady pace for the 10 mile route. Be glad I'm letting you wear shoes. Before the parade starts, I'm going to feed you some laxatives and since you're going to be in a jockstrap, you can shit like the other horses on the parade route. Show the spectators how submissive, pathetic, and disgusting you are. Is that clear?

[oinkpig]

Yes, Sir

[roughribo]

Nightly ritual that lasts about an hour where she licks my boots clean while I relax and smoke a joint. Where I can talk freely and she may not speak without permission. Where I have freedom and autonomy and she is leashed and ordered around strictly. Where I can cum down her throat while she worships me and she can edge on my boots for a more reflective shine.

The same nightly ritual where I eat the delicious meal she cooked for me and she eats from a bowl on the floor or if she's been good girl that day, she'll eat only what she can lick off of my boots. Where I can take out all of my sadistic desires out on her and she gets her masochistic needs satiated. Where I cane her while she licks my boots spotless so she can have marks tomorrow while my boots are clean.

The ritual where I can proudly discomfort and mark her and she can unwind from the day by focusing on tending to me. Where I can pet her while I put my joint out on her body and she can nuzzle the bottom of my boots and whimper at being useful. Where we can feel the power disparity between both of us just for a little while, for as long as we need it to feel like ourselves again.

[loveheelsalot]

[neucapcity]

Use your fuckin’ tears as lube, cuckold bitch.

[neucapcity]

“I appreciate you wanting to help, but I don’t exactly see how this is better.”

“It’s simple, babe! That mean old bully can’t beat you up anymore if he’s completely drained from fucking me!”

“I get that, but he fucks you a lot…”

“Well, bullies often have a lot of stamina. Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m sure before long he’ll get bored and just move on!”

Unfortunately for Fred, the bully did not get bored nor did he move on. If anything, he reveled in his new role as a bull and was quite keen to explore this cuckolding relationship! It wasn’t long before he stopped calling Fred’s girlfriend “my slut” and started referring to her as “our girlfriend.”

Shortly thereafter, the bully introduced a “cuck tax” that Fred had to pay him each month to retain sexual access to their girlfriend. It seemed a lot, especially since he’d already been reduced to scraps (disinterested handjobs and the occasional sloppy seconds.) However, their girlfriend encouraged him to go along with it to keep the peace.

Fred decided he finally had enough when the bully took their girlfriend out of town on a surprise weekend getaway to celebrate their cuckolding anniversary. He was going to confront him about this shared girlfriend nonsense and his ridiculous cuck tax as soon as they got back!

But he’d never get the chance.

He’d just finished masturbating to an old video of the bully fucking his girlfriend in a changing room and was about to fall asleep when he got a text. It was the sort of text he’d received more times than he could count; a photo of their girlfriend’s hand wrapped around the bully’s thick cock whilst giving him a blowjob. Only this time their girlfriend’s hand was adorned with a giant gleaming engagement ring!

“Good news, shrimp dick; our girlfriend is now my fiancée! She absolutely loves the ring, so give yourself a pat on the back! You know, because your cuck taxes paid for it LOL! Speaking of which, you’re no longer obligated to keep paying them since I won’t be sharing her. Of course, if you’d like to stick around as our pussy-free cleanup cuck, then I’m sure we can settle on a new tax rate!”

[studstealer-deactivated20191212]

“Well, boy? How’s that feel?” I asked, grinning down upon the caged stud.

He glared at me. “Yeah, yeah, feels fine,” he grumbled. “Can you let me out now? You said we were only gonna check if it fits or not.”

I knelt down next to the cage, and started to stroke through his hair. He really looked wonderful half-naked and locked up like this. All that hard work in the gym had certainly been paying off.

The boy must’ve been getting impatient, because he started to fight with the iron bars. Good to know he really couldn’t get out, even if he wanted to.

“C’mon, dude,” he whined, “I have a date in like two hours. You told me we weren’t gonna do this today. You said-“

“I know what I said. But that was before I actually saw you in this cage.”

He probably recognized the hungry look in my eyes, because he started to struggle even more. When he spoke again, I noticed a hint of panic to his voice.

“Fuck you. C’mon. Let me out of here.”

I chuckled, and got back up. The poor hunk continued to fight with the cage, his begging getting more and more frantic while I just stood and enjoyed the sight in silence. I walked over to the pile of clothes in the corner, and fished out his phone from his jeans.

“Dude- what are you doing? Let me the fuck out of here!” he yelled, big-eyed and panicked.

“Shut up,” I finally spat. The boy immediately obeyed, bringing an end to his ceaseless pleading. No matter how angry or scared he was, my word trumped everything else. It had become his most primal instinct to obey me.

“Considering your current position, I wouldn’t keep talking like that, if I were you,” I said. “Have you already forgotten how to properly address me?”

His face turned a little red. I kneeled down next to him again, and undid my belt.

“Please - s-sir,” he said. Turned out he hadn’t forgotten after all. “I promised my girlfriend I’d take her out to dinner, tonight. I can come back tomorrow, and-“

“Still don’t really know how this works, do you?” I interrupted him. My boner was already out, at this point, and the pretty boy eyed it with unease. “This isn’t some kind of hobby you get to schedule as you please. Unlike that girlfriend of yours, I’m not an activity you get to plan.”

“Please. I know that, sir, just not today, I-“

“Shut your fucking mouth, boy,” I hissed, and I slapped his pretty face. “How many times do I have to tell you? When you are with me, you are no longer a person. You are just my toy, a good-looking bitch that I get to play with whenever I want. And right now, I feel like playing.”

I dug my fingers in his hair, and brought him down toward my cock. He didn’t resist, or anything. God knows he was probably eager for another load of mine down his throat, anyway. The obvious bulge in his slutty jockstrap gave that away.

I fucked that gorgeous face for a while, using his hair to really drill my dick into his skull. He took it all the way down his throat, only gagging once; I was glad to see he’d clearly been practicing deep-throating. It wasn’t long before the velvety insides of his mouth sent me over the edge, and I quickly pulled out. The boy had no time to react before I shot my load. It landed all over his face, coating the handsome stud with a beautiful layer of cum.    

“Well?” I said, wiping my cock clean in his hair, “What do we say?”

“T-thank you, sir,” he muttered.

“For?”

He clenched his jaw. “Letting me suck your dick, sir.”

“Good boy,” I said, grinning. I grabbed his phone. “What’s the code?”

He frowned - maybe he’d expected to be let out, now that he’d sucked me off - and started to struggle with the iron bars again. Such a stupid, pretty little bitch.

“I’m not telling you,” he said. “C’mon, let me out! I’ve had enough!”

“On the contrary, boy. The fact you think you’ve already had enough proves that you haven’t. Now, what’s the code to unlock this phone?”

“Fuck off! I’m not telling you!”

I sighed. “I can do this all night, boy. You’re not getting out of here until you give me access to your phone.”

His eyes were shooting fire while the cum still dripped down his cheeks. He was stupid, but not  too stupid to know that I was right. I would keep him here all night, even longer if I had to, if he wouldn’t obey and just tell me how to unlock his phone. Reluctantly, he gave me the four digits I needed.

“There we are,” I said, smirking. “Now, let’s see… What’s that girlfriend of yours called again?”

For a moment, there was just confusion on his face; innocent, naive confusion. After all this time with me, he should’ve really learned that he was always to expect the absolute worst. This time was no exception.

Soon enough, it dawned on him. He started to struggle with the cage once again, but it was already too late. “S-stop,” he begged, while I opened the camera and positioned my still-hard cock on his cum-covered face. “Please. Don’t do this. Please, sir.”

“I’m just letting her know why you can’t make it tonight, boy,” I chuckled. “You should be grateful, really. She wasn’t your type, anyway.”

“N-no, no, stop! Please don’t, sir, please don’t do this!” he whined. While he continued to plead like the pathetic bitch he was, I took a good couple of photos of him, grinding my dick on his face and even pushing it past his lips again. I also made sure to get several different angles, perfectly showing how hard his fat cock was. That girl had to be able to see how much he was enjoying this, of course. That was the whole point. It was so wonderfully humiliating if she found out her hunky boyfriend was secretly a maso, fag pervert.

“Well, I think it’s fair to say you’re single again, boy,” I laughed, having sent all the pictures to the girl. He was crying, sobbing silently as I worked my fingers through his hair. Damn, he looked good like this.

“I think that’s number four, isn’t it?” I continued, “Four girls lost in one month. That’s a new record, I think! Aren’t you proud?”

The stud looked up at me, red-eyed and gorgeous as ever. “I h-hate you,” he whispered. I laughed again, and pulled open his mouth to go for a second round. My cock had gotten impatient, seeing him cry and beg like that.

Of course, he loved every second of this. There was only one reason he kept getting new girlfriends so quickly, and it wasn’t to stick his dick up their cunts. No, he only got with these girls to be able to keep playing our little game. He pretended to hate it, but I knew better. His biggest turn-on was getting humiliated and exposed to these poor girls, over and over again. There was nothing that got my bitch’ rod harder than the feeling of utmost embarrassment and shame. Luckily for him, nothing got me harder than embarrassing him like that.

We had been playing this game for quite a while, and I wasn’t intending on stopping anytime soon.