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It's been a few days now since I was turned into a hopelessly devoted blonde slave by my now ex-girlfriend and presented to her ex-boyfriend as a gift. I couldn't help but become infatuated by him more and more as he keeps demanding me to do chores while in my underwear or various dresses I choose in an attempt to impress him. His approval was all my body uncontrollably worked for now.

He makes me watch them fuck and forces me to clean up their mess afterwards. I shiver in ecstasy everytime I pick up his clothes and give them a whiff, letting the smell of him take me blissfully. My body craved him inside my virgin pussy as each day passes.

The more he tortured me, the more my feelings of anger and disgust became feelings of adore and hunger for his warm embrace. My body knowing better then to touch the soaking crack between my legs without his approval as I watched them make love. All I could do was sit, watch and fantasize that it was me he was fucking.

I had to resist! The thoughts of disapproval were the only thing I had left of the man I used to be. I must keep thinking of a solution or else I'd loose myself forever! It became harder to think the more he humiliated me. My brain was reprogramming itself, making me happy everytime I obeyed and sad with every thought of not doing what I was told.

I sat and watched Tyson rail my ex-girlfriend as she squealed and moaned. Sitting on a leather chair off the side of the bed I crossed my legs in order to try contain myself as I squirmed. Practically dry humping the fabric of the chair while my body grew increasingly hot.

I noticed Tyson tense as he pulls out of Abby, then proceeds to spew his juicey cum all over her breasts and face. A surprised look of awe on her as she looks at him lustfully while sensually rubbing his sperm all over her. I perk up like a hungry puppy as Tyson turns to me.

"You there." He says as he points to me, "Come here and clean this up!"

I bounce up and off the seat, excited to take his order. Immediately prancing over to grab a towel from the closet. Only to freeze in my tracks as I hear his voice again.

"You want to impress me?" He states knowing I did uncontrollably, "you're going to have to do better then a towel..."

I knew what he meant instantly. I just thought a towel would save me the embarrassment I know I'd feel in that little part of my brain still holding the old me. He wanted me to lick his juices off her.

Not going to lie, I was craving it so bad. My mouth began to water as I turn to her and slowly crane down. Laying on-top and staring into her eyes seductively before I inch into her face and begin to delicately lick the cum.

The taste exciting my tongue as I weakly moan. Closing my eyes to loose myself to the thought of this being his cum. Giving me butterflies as my pussy begins to drip. I lick her face clean and practically guzzle his jizz down like a thirsty dog.

"Now doesn't that feel better?" He deviously comments, "You get a treat while she gets cleaned, that's what you get for being a good girl!"

His seed tasted amazing as I finish up her face, not missing a spot and licking my fingers to savour the flavour. This should've been the most disgusting thing I've ever done but the cravings helped it feel like I just ate the best meal of my life.

This wasn't enough to actually satisfy me. I felt strangely empty, like I needed something deeper. Staying on-top of her and looking at her face with an almost bored expression, I pondered my feelings. It seemed I wasn't turned on by Abby at all, rather just the cum that painted her face.

Her eyes remained closed as she started resting the side of her head into the pillow. She was clearly feeling the same kind of disinterest I was. Tyson noticed this as he spoke out.

"What's the matter Chris?" He laughs, "Does your girlfriend not do it for you anymore?"

This was strange. I was feeling the exact opposite things I was supposed to! Laying on-top of such a beautiful woman would've been any straight man's wet dream but I couldn't help but feel disgust, like it wasn't right. I kept looking at her, confusingly trying to piece this together.

"I thought you guys loved each other?" He says spitefully as he continues to play with my mind, "well, why don't you guys try experiment a little? See how you really feel!"

I turn and meet his gaze as he gives us an approving look, only to turn back to my ex as she pounces her head forward to 'French' me. Trying my best to rekindle those lost feelings, I engage back. Something wasn't right still, especially with me on top. I felt like I wasn't the dominate type anymore.

I crane back a little while she follows, her lips never leaving mine as we sit up right to continue as equals. It felt cold holding each other, like the blissful taste of Tyson's semen was the only thing keeping our lips together. We use our tongues to push it around and I creek my eyes open to notice her attention was on Tyson. She gazed longingly to him like she was craving him instead.

Looking to the side I could see Tyson gazing back with a dissatisfied stare, disappointed that we weren't even trying to please him with this measly attempt of a kiss. I was thinking of disengaging but before I knew it, determination sparked in Abby's eyes. She lifts me to stand and pins me to a wall as Tyson's disapproval only seemed to fuel her efforts.

This felt strangely like torture to me but her actions helped me submit as she took control. Our desire for Tyson's approval driving us. Matching her energy as I re-engage, following her lead while she prompts one leg up and I take hold of it to mimic her passion. Her breasts planted firmly on mine as we close our eyes and continue to push Tyson's cum back and forth with our tongues.

"Alright you girls can stop." He said noticing how hard this was for us, "I respect the effort but I can tell you're not feeling it."

He was right! No matter how much I tried to like it. No matter how much we moved around to try excite ourselves. We simply weren't attracted to each other anymore, viewing each other more as friends now.

I felt touch starved. Even after what we just did. I needed something more.

Abby pulled off me and made her way back to him, brushing me off instantly like I meant nothing to her anymore as she pulls focus towards Tyson. She walks to him and gets on her knees Infront of him. Begging with her eyes as she stares up to him like a pet waiting to be fed.

I just stood there, dumbfounded. I was a straight man a few days ago but now I couldn't find anything appealing about the female body. I tried to think of anything that would give me arousal but my mind steers off to pictures of boys in their tight clothes, with their strong arms that could hold me tight and keep me safe. Oh god... I was a completely straight woman now wasn't I?

"You want me, don't you?" Tyson says to me, making me bite my lip as I gaze at him and eagerly nod my head.

"Well you're going to have to try better to impress me." He continues as he grabs the back of Abby's head and pushes it between his legs.

She inhaled his musk before digging into his crotch, messaging it with her tongue. Savouring every moment like she was eating at a delicious meal. Moaning deeply as she pleases his manhood.

Envy coursed through me as unrelenting thoughts plagued my mind. Smurfing my thoughts of resistance and overshadowing them with ideas on how I can impress him. I wanted him so badly. I needed him inside me...

"Yes Daddy!" I say excitably while Ideas begin to flow.

Description
It's been a few days now since I was turned into a hopelessly devoted blonde slave by my now ex-girlfriend and presented to her ex-boyfriend as a gift. I couldn't help but become infatuated by him more and more as he keeps demanding me to do chores while in my underwear or various dresses I choose in an attempt to impress him. His approval was all my body uncontrollably worked for now.

He makes me watch them fuck and forces me to clean up their mess afterwards. I shiver in ecstasy everytime I pick up his clothes and give them a whiff, letting the smell of him take me blissfully. My body craved him inside my virgin pussy as each day passes.

The more he tortured me, the more my feelings of anger and disgust became feelings of adore and hunger for his warm embrace. My body knowing better then to touch the soaking crack between my legs without his approval as I watched them make love. All I could do was sit, watch and fantasize that it was me he was fucking.

I had to resist! The thoughts of disapproval were the only thing I had left of the man I used to be. I must keep thinking of a solution or else I'd loose myself forever! It became harder to think the more he humiliated me. My brain was reprogramming itself, making me happy everytime I obeyed and sad with every thought of not doing what I was told.

I sat and watched Tyson rail my ex-girlfriend as she squealed and moaned. Sitting on a leather chair off the side of the bed I crossed my legs in order to try contain myself as I squirmed. Practically dry humping the fabric of the chair while my body grew increasingly hot.

I noticed Tyson tense as he pulls out of Abby, then proceeds to spew his juicey cum all over her breasts and face. A surprised look of awe on her as she looks at him lustfully while sensually rubbing his sperm all over her. I perk up like a hungry puppy as Tyson turns to me.

"You there." He says as he points to me, "Come here and clean this up!"

I bounce up and off the seat, excited to take his order. Immediately prancing over to grab a towel from the closet. Only to freeze in my tracks as I hear his voice again.

"You want to impress me?" He states knowing I did uncontrollably, "you're going to have to do better then a towel..."

I knew what he meant instantly. I just thought a towel would save me the embarrassment I know I'd feel in that little part of my brain still holding the old me. He wanted me to lick his juices off her.

Not going to lie, I was craving it so bad. My mouth began to water as I turn to her and slowly crane down. Laying on-top and staring into her eyes seductively before I inch into her face and begin to delicately lick the cum.

The taste exciting my tongue as I weakly moan. Closing my eyes to loose myself to the thought of this being his cum. Giving me butterflies as my pussy begins to drip. I lick her face clean and practically guzzle his jizz down like a thirsty dog.

"Now doesn't that feel better?" He deviously comments, "You get a treat while she gets cleaned, that's what you get for being a good girl!"

His seed tasted amazing as I finish up her face, not missing a spot and licking my fingers to savour the flavour. This should've been the most disgusting thing I've ever done but the cravings helped it feel like I just ate the best meal of my life.

This wasn't enough to actually satisfy me. I felt strangely empty, like I needed something deeper. Staying on-top of her and looking at her face with an almost bored expression, I pondered my feelings. It seemed I wasn't turned on by Abby at all, rather just the cum that painted her face.

Her eyes remained closed as she started resting the side of her head into the pillow. She was clearly feeling the same kind of disinterest I was. Tyson noticed this as he spoke out.

"What's the matter Chris?" He laughs, "Does your girlfriend not do it for you anymore?"

This was strange. I was feeling the exact opposite things I was supposed to! Laying on-top of such a beautiful woman would've been any straight man's wet dream but I couldn't help but feel disgust, like it wasn't right. I kept looking at her, confusingly trying to piece this together.

"I thought you guys loved each other?" He says spitefully as he continues to play with my mind, "well, why don't you guys try experiment a little? See how you really feel!"

I turn and meet his gaze as he gives us an approving look, only to turn back to my ex as she pounces her head forward to 'French' me. Trying my best to rekindle those lost feelings, I engage back. Something wasn't right still, especially with me on top. I felt like I wasn't the dominate type anymore.

I crane back a little while she follows, her lips never leaving mine as we sit up right to continue as equals. It felt cold holding each other, like the blissful taste of Tyson's semen was the only thing keeping our lips together. We use our tongues to push it around and I creek my eyes open to notice her attention was on Tyson. She gazed longingly to him like she was craving him instead.

Looking to the side I could see Tyson gazing back with a dissatisfied stare, disappointed that we weren't even trying to please him with this measly attempt of a kiss. I was thinking of disengaging but before I knew it, determination sparked in Abby's eyes. She lifts me to stand and pins me to a wall as Tyson's disapproval only seemed to fuel her efforts.

This felt strangely like torture to me but her actions helped me submit as she took control. Our desire for Tyson's approval driving us. Matching her energy as I re-engage, following her lead while she prompts one leg up and I take hold of it to mimic her passion. Her breasts planted firmly on mine as we close our eyes and continue to push Tyson's cum back and forth with our tongues.

"Alright you girls can stop." He said noticing how hard this was for us, "I respect the effort but I can tell you're not feeling it."

He was right! No matter how much I tried to like it. No matter how much we moved around to try excite ourselves. We simply weren't attracted to each other anymore, viewing each other more as friends now.

I felt touch starved. Even after what we just did. I needed something more.

Abby pulled off me and made her way back to him, brushing me off instantly like I meant nothing to her anymore as she pulls focus towards Tyson. She walks to him and gets on her knees Infront of him. Begging with her eyes as she stares up to him like a pet waiting to be fed.

I just stood there, dumbfounded. I was a straight man a few days ago but now I couldn't find anything appealing about the female body. I tried to think of anything that would give me arousal but my mind steers off to pictures of boys in their tight clothes, with their strong arms that could hold me tight and keep me safe. Oh god... I was a completely straight woman now wasn't I?

"You want me, don't you?" Tyson says to me, making me bite my lip as I gaze at him and eagerly nod my head.

"Well you're going to have to try better to impress me." He continues as he grabs the back of Abby's head and pushes it between his legs.

She inhaled his musk before digging into his crotch, messaging it with her tongue. Savouring every moment like she was eating at a delicious meal. Moaning deeply as she pleases his manhood.

Envy coursed through me as unrelenting thoughts plagued my mind. Smurfing my thoughts of resistance and overshadowing them with ideas on how I can impress him. I wanted him so badly. I needed him inside me...

"Yes Daddy!" I say excitably while Ideas begin to flow.