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The Setup by Superfry A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross- dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny. PART 1 So my ex-girlfriend Jessica dumped me recently and said that the only way that she'd even consider taking me back was if I tried giving a man a blow-job. While we dated, we had a very unorthodox and very kinky relationship, and she thrived on taking control and seeing what she could get away with, and I loved her for it. But despite all our fun games and all the new, kinky stuff that she got me to do, the fact remains that I am straight and her latest idea crossed a firm line. But she was super hot and had all of the "powers" that hot women do, and therefore she always had a knack for getting her way. The truth is that things were a no-contest even before they began. Toward the end, she used to pester me a lot, trying to get me to do it, in fact, insisting that I do it, saying how it would be "no big deal" and how hot it would be for her to see me on my knees, in the most submissive posture ever, blowing a guy, and then swallowing his cum. She always teased that I was probably a natural, and all of that (especially after my technique on her dildos proved to be quite good - yes, that was one part of our games, but dildos are harmless and real cocks are a totally different thing). And now that she dumped me, she said that this was the only way for us to get back together. Well there was no way I ever wanted to go through with something like that, but I pondered it for a long, long time. And the final answer was that I needed her back, no matter the cost. So, long story short, in a moment of desperation, I gave in and did it. She set up the event with a "gay" guy that she knew so that she could watch the whole thing. Without getting into the details, it was utterly humiliating in every way. But then came the worst part. When I was done with it all, cum- drooling and disheveled, she just laughed at me, calling me a pathetic sissy cocksucker, as she went to embrace her "gay" friend, who happened not to be gay at all, but the new guy she was fucking! And she said there was no way she's taking me back now, after I sucked a cock, and that she was right, I was a natural. My heart stopped for several minutes as I sat, stunned and filled with panic and questions. And she just laughed and laughed and laughed, and so I left as quickly as I could, disoriented, humiliated, and broken. Then later that same night, she sent me an email saying how thoroughly enjoyable it was for her to watch me do that and she thanked me, but reiterated that she doesn't date cock-sucking sissies. She explained how she totally set me up (as was her plan for a long time), after realizing that I was the perfect candidate for her "get a straight guy to suck cock" challenge. She explained that there is no higher measure of a woman's power than being able to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her amusement. And she simply gushed from excitement while thinking about it all, as her new guy fucked her hard that night. And that was it, with her asking one last question, "How does it make you feel that I did that to you?" I just sat stunned, and could not think of a worse way to be used. PART 2 So, weeks later, this is still all I can think about. It really did suck, no pun intended, and I'm trying to put a happy face on it the best that I can as my mind races around like a lost, panicking child. I'm thinking many things, like how straight could her new guy be? I'm thinking if he was OK with being sucked off by a guy, he's bi at least, right? I'm thinking that there is a difference between not wanting to blow a guy, and doing it anyway versus actually wanting to. But with all of that, and my macho competitiveness aside (what is left of it anyway), I'm thinking that I still do miss her, and desperately so! But it all still haunts me. When she was laughing at me, explaining things, and I got pissed and called her a bitch and other things, she just smiled and said, "No, sweetie, you are the bitch, and you'll always be my bitch!" Haunting words... What a messed up night, and I'm trying hard to put it behind me. But is it possible that I still need her? And in any case, will she even let me go? And then after some time and just as I was starting to feel OK with myself, I got another email from her, in which she told me that she was really sorry and didn't mean what she said, and that this time, for real, she'll take me back, if I blow another guy for her. She's proving to be more ruthless and evil and I ever expected, and her games and taunts cut deep. She really seems to be enjoying wrecking my mind, but at the same time, she says that it's all in my best interest. She says that she knows what's best for me, and that, even if I don't recognize it, I need to be liberated, and that I need to trust her. She said that if anything, I should be thanking her, and profusely, and showering her with gratitude for what she is doing to me. Even through the email, I can feel her smirk and laughter. PART 3 So just as a side note from my tragic tale, I can't help but to have a whole new respect for women (and a disdain for one) after being tricked into giving that blow-job. It was actually no small thing, and it was very hard to do, physically. It took time and effort to get that asshole off and my knees, neck, mouth, and back were sore and tired, and I gagged several times from his cock, and then his cum. It really required a vigorous, sustained, athletic effort to get him off, which I wasn't suspecting. But the worst part was the aftertaste. I swallowed his cum as quickly as I could, but it was sticky and there was a lot of it. I guess I never expected that, because what cock-sucking virgin would, right? It was all quite unpleasant, and after rushing home, dejected, humiliated, and feeling way too used, I immediately brushed my teeth and gargled, twice, then showered. But the aftertaste lingered for a very long time. For two days later, it seemed like I could still taste it, and it made me queasy the whole time. It was a constant reminder (that I couldn't shake), of what I had done. So of all the lies my ex told me, saying it would be "no big deal" may have been among the biggest. It surely was a big deal that I only want to forget about... if I can, and if she'll let me. PART 4 It's now been weeks since my manipulative bitch of an ex-girlfriend put me through that traumatizing ordeal, and I have not had sex since. I know that I should get back on the horse and find a nice girl, but I've been kind of in hibernation mode after that humiliation. And as the weeks go by, I'm finding it more and more upsetting that my last sexual memory is of me blowing some asshole, in my first and only homosexual act, and of her then laughing at me. I know it's impossible, but I think I can still taste his cum. I feel so used and unclean. I'll get back out there, but it might take time to get some confidence back after being so shaken to my core. Can I ever trust anyone again? But just as things seem to be settling down again, out of nowhere, my nightmare only ramps up; she is too good at this. It turns out that she has pictures of my disgrace, or so she says! She hasn't sent them to me and, says that she'll never share them with anybody, but she says that she did have a secret webcam set up and that there is a particularly cute picture of me in action, and that she cherishes those pictures as her greatest trophy ever. She said that she has always wanted to get a straight guy to suck a cock for her, and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to get her conquest on film. And for being the sweetest, most willing victim ever, she thanked me again and again, and asked if I have been going out on my own, seeking the cock that she knows I now crave. She says that if I haven't yet, it's inevitable that one day I will. And so she's a total bitch! And of course, she still offered to take me back, if I'll... I need to salvage some dignity, and though hard, I ignore her taunts because what else can I do? PART 5 So uneventful, sexless months go by, and then as if inevitably, she lets me know that I simply cannot escape from her, and now my will to try is almost gone. It turns out that she was not bluffing and absolutely does have pictures of me, after emailing one to me as proof! She originally said that she'd never share these with anyone, but since then, she has changed her mind, and now I am really fucked! She informed me that she has a new boyfriend, and that in a devious brainstorm, she got the idea that I should blow him too. In fact, she now wants me to blow ALL of her new boyfriends (at least once, after she persuades them to let me) for the rest of my life! She said that she knows I still worship her and need to please her, and so it's only fitting that I should "endorse" all of the wonderful cocks that make her so happy. Instantly, I am devastated beyond devastation, and know that I have no freedom left. She explained further, that she wants me to do this "out of love and admiration for her", and "though we'll never have sex again, this will be something that we can still both share", and because, simply, "it would make her happy". But if those reasons are still not enough motivation, then she said that I need to do this to avoid having the pictures sent to my friends and parents (and I know that she would too). So my horrifying mess is now complete. She thoroughly owns me and I cannot think of a worse or more humiliating predicament than having to sample, in the most intimate and submissive way, all of her future lovers (and she does have the capacity to date a lot). Before I even agreed, confident in her victory, she said that she can't thank me enough (in between giggles), and that I've made her the happiest girl in the world. She always did have a way of getting what she wanted, but why does what she wants have to be so twisted? So be it. It is time to raise the white flag and come to embrace my destiny. And just for completeness, when I'm done with her new guy, I think that I'll surprise her with a heartfelt thank you. At this point, why not? She has won. PART 6 "So, as we discussed earlier," she said with a smirk, "I have this great new guy that I'm dating and, of course, I want you to check him out and to give him your full endorsement. Well, that is, if you actually approve of his nice cock after you're done servicing it." "I know, I know, and I should do all of this out of love and devotion to you, even after you dumped me?" I said, while slumped over and feeling quite exhausted and defeated. "Exactly! I know that you still worship me, and pleasing me should be reason enough. But also don't forget that I have rather compromising pictures of you, and am not afraid to use them to wreck your life. Well, your life is already wrecked I guess, but I could make that fact obvious to the world around you. I do know where you work and live, if you'll recall." she said. "I know, I know, you really do have me by the balls," I said. "And you want me to do this for any new boyfriend that you'll ever have, for the rest of my life? But why? Why would you do this to me? Surely you must have some compassion or pity for me?" "Yes, I do have you 'by' the balls, but the balls are my boyfriend's balls, as you suckle and fondle them for me, real up-close and personal like," she said laughing at her own joke. "And why you ask? Because I can, and it makes me hot. You've always known that I'm somewhat of a power bitch, and I like getting people to do things for me, and well, this is pretty much the ultimate, though I suppose that I could take things a little further. Would you want me to take things further and really own your ass? And just so you know, I'm not totally devoid of compassion. But in this case true compassion is forcing you to do what deep down you need to do, even if you don't realize it yet. I know you too well, and I know that deep down, you NEED this. So I'm just giving you what you need. If anything, you should be dropping down onto your knees to thank me. You can kiss my shoes any time you want." What did she mean about taking things further? I thought, as I just stood there silent and stunned for a long moment, zoning out, gazing at her tall, confident posture and her beautiful and commanding face, and at her shoes (though I did not consider bowing down to kiss them even for a second) before replying, "So when do I get to meet your new guy?" "Come over tomorrow night at 7 pm, and be clean shaven. He said he'd only do this if you have a smooth face without any stubble. I guess he wants the illusion that you are at least a little feminine," she said before blowing me a mock kiss. PART 7 I didn't sleep at all that night. It was been months since she first tricked me into blowing a guy for her, and only just now was I able to start purging that disgrace from my memory. I haven't yet been able to get back out there and have sex with a woman though. My confidence is still just too shaken to succeed in that quest right now, and the really depressing thing is that today's event will no doubt set my recovery back another several months. I feel very trapped and depressed. I arrived at her place as instructed, and to my surprise, she gave me a warm and welcoming hug, as she commented, "Oh nicely shaven and so very smooth. My guy will really appreciate that. Thank you, sweetie. Now go make yourself comfortable on the couch and chat a little with Mike while I go fix us all some drinks." So I went over and sat across from her new guy, looking down and feeling quite embarrassed, but I managed to say, "Hey, you must be Mike." And he just smirked at me with a look of amusement and some pity, and said, "Yep, and you must be my bitch's bitch. I've heard way too much about you." She returned with our drinks and before I even knew it, she sat down on my lap, straddling me, another nice surprise, and it was such a welcomed feeling that I have been missing for far too long. But the small pleasure was quickly interrupted before I could even process it, by her deftly pulling out a tube of lip gloss and expertly applying it to my lips. In shock, I protested, but she just grabbed my hair firmly and gave me "the look", and I knew better than to resist. She said, "Oh sweetie, this is just one last little thing to help us all out tonight. I told you earlier that Mike was a little hesitant to let you blow him, but he agreed to it only if you appeared semi-femme. And this is just a little extra to help the illusion. It's really no biggy." In no time, my lips were glossy and bright pink, and the waxy texture, taste, and smell were all familiar, though foreign to experience first hand. When I sipped my drink, I left distinctive feminine lip marks on the glass, and my ex-girlfriend, now sitting on Mike's lap, noticed that I noticed, and chuckled a bit at my confused embarrassment. "So, why don't you come crawl over here and do what you do best?" she said to me. And I did - my only thought being to get this nightmare task over with as soon as humanly possible. PART 8 As I knelt between his legs, with his pants down around his ankles, and my ex-girlfriend caressing him and kissing his neck in between issuing humiliating, taunting words of encouragement to me, I blew him for all I was worth. Minutes seemed like an eternity, and I never once wanted to look up at him, though from time to time, she would grab my hair and force a glance up into both of their eyes. Sloppy, wet, vigorous and so wrong, I did my best to get him off. I felt nothing, but there may have been a hint of relief creeping into my brain, as I realized for a micro-second that this time around was slightly easier than the first; a small victory if there ever was one. I knew that I was getting close, as he was twitching more and more, and the taste of his pre-cum was more frequent. His pulse quickened, as did mine, and I was sure that I'd get him to cum and finish my ordeal within the next few moments. "Bitch, I'm ready to cum," he said urgently to me. Then my ex, out of nowhere, screamed, "Stop!" And I halted, startled and surprised. She then proceeded to explain how that was enough for me tonight, and I'm now familiar enough with his cock to offer my endorsement, if I will. She said that she was proud of her little fluffer as she climbed onto his large rock-hard cock, impaling herself fully, whimpering just a little. And once firmly held by him, she turned to me and asked me with a sincere and fully aroused look on her face, "So, do you endorse this wonderful cock that makes me ever so happy?" Part of me wanted to say, "Hell no!", but I knew my proper role and realized that it is best not to offend your slave-master, so I replied, "Yes, yes I do. It was positively delicious and so huge and hard; way bigger and better than mine. You are a very lucky girl, and it was a privilege to be able share some of what you get and I owe you everything for that. My only regret is that you didn't allow me to fill my belly with his seed." To that, she burst into the widest smile that I have ever seen, and while slowly riding his cock and in between little moans, she replied, "Oh, you are the sweetest cock-sucking slave any girl could ever have. Thank you for agreeing with me; his cock is magnificent, I know. Now, I hate to deprive you of cum, as I know that your addiction must be building by now, so I suggest that you might want to hit a gay bar on your way home tonight, to get your fix. Or at least feel free to eat you own, after you masturbate later, no doubt thinking about tonight's sexy hotness. Now, you are dismissed. You can let yourself out while Mike ravages me. Seeing you blow him has made me extra horny tonight. Thanks again, my sweetest little cock-sucking bitch. Oh, can you take the trash out as you leave? Thanks sweetie." And so I left, and took her trash out to the dumpster. I was truly her bitch, through and through, and the mirror only confirmed that later, as I struggled for hours to try and remove the lip gloss. I did masturbate that night, and her words haunted me, but I did not eat my own cum. Thank God for small victories. PART 9 And much like the first time, there was a long stretch of minimal contact between us after I blew her second boyfriend. In the months that followed, she would occasionally send me a little hello, and tease me a bit, asking if I have a boyfriend of my own yet, or telling me how stretched out her asshole is from her man's real cock (also reminding me that while we were together, she never let me fuck her ass). But most of the time, I was able to at least try to forget about the things that she had made me do. I had even made some progress toward my recovery. I had been getting out more and more, and even asked a few girls out on dates. Though being rejected was more crushing that ever, and I wondered if they could somehow sense that I was a sissy cock-sucker. Can women just tell about something like that? Can they smell it? My mind was probably playing tricks on me, and that didn't help my cause. But I did end up going on a few dates with a nice girl. I never got to sleep with her, and found out that she had a few "better" guys on the side. Even still, given my recent past, I'll take it for starters as a first step towards getting back on the horse and regaining some confidence. PART 10 And then one day, "Hello, hello," she emailed, "Guess what's new in my life?" And so she informed me of her new boyfriend and when I should come over to perform my mandatory "endorsement". And then a cold shivering dread and panic swept over me. By now, I reasoned, I should be more comfortable in my role, but the reality was that I wasn't. In fact, I was beginning to realize that I just cannot do this any more. Blackmail or no blackmail, I simply cannot continue on like this, and certainly not for the rest of my life. I need to take a stand now, while a stand can still be made. I need to! And so I called her. "I simply cannot do this anymore," I pleaded, only half firm and uneasily forced out. "Why not?" she asked, casually. "I just can't. I need to salvage some dignity. I am not gay, I do not like sucking cocks for your amusement, and I just cannot do it any more. I need to forget this whole thing and move on," I said, desperately. "Well, you know what the consequences of this are, don't you?" she asked. "I do, and it will ruin me, but this is a stand that I have to take. If there is any other way than for you to send out those pictures to my friends and family, I'll do it, but I will not be blowing any more of your boyfriends," I said. "Well, you know that I don't really want to ruin you and I do not want to blackmail you, but I do require that you sample my lovers, so I guess that we have a dilemma now, don't we?" she said, very calmly. "Yes we do, but can you find a way to let this go; to set me free? I'm begging you!" I pleaded with a shaky voice, almost near tears. "You know, I have thought about this scenario - you eventually refusing and all, ready to call my bluff regarding the blackmail, and I have developed a contingency plan. Remember, that even though you don't agree with me now, I am really on your side and don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to, for your own good. If I have to blackmail you, I will, but I think that I have a better idea," she said. I almost smiled with surprise and hope, replying, "Really? What is it? I'll do anything to avoid sucking cock and being ruined by those pictures." She said, "Good, but you may not like what I'm going to propose. But at least you'll have a choice. If you're not going to suck any more of my cocks, then either your parents get the pictures or you agree to what I have in mind. Either way, you will suffer, though one will be a very public suffering and the other, a very private suffering. I'll be over tonight at 7 pm to explain things further. See ya then sweetie." And she hung up on me. I could only wonder what was going to happen next, though I felt a tinge of relief. It seems that I had successfully stood up to her and will not have to suck this next cock! And I might even be able to avoid having my life ruined by those pictures. All in all, a successful stand, I hope. PART 11 And so she arrived, looking hotter than ever, very businesslike, and carrying a small package. "This is your alternative," she said, opening it up to reveal a shiny steel tube with a ring and a padlock. I recognized it instantly as a chastity device, and a very secure one at that. Then horror shot through me. She is pure evil, I thought. "Well, this is your alternative. If you're going to be such a whiny bitch and refuse to suck my new guy's cock, then it's either this, or I send the pictures all over town. The choice is yours," she said firmly, without a hint of a smile. "Let me see it," I conceded, as she handed it over to me to inspect. It was solid, steel, and very secure looking. I knew about these kinds of devices and knew that they prevent any possibility of an erection or orgasm, and are pretty much escape-proof without the key. She was playing hard ball now. Do I sacrifice my orgasms, or my reputation, or do I just continue on with being her cock-sucking bitch? The choice just became very hard. "How long would I have to wear this evil contraption?" I asked. "Oh I don't know. I guess that depends on you. Once it's locked on, I'll have the only key, and I could let you out any time I feel like it. Or I could keep you locked for a very long time. I guess that it depends on my whims really. But of course, our initial arrangement still holds. If you're ever willing to do some more cock-sucking for me, then I'll let you out and things will return to normal. You see sweetie, you really only have three options: suck all of my cocks, or be publicly outed as a cock-sucking sissy, or privately be deprived of your orgasms. The choice is yours, and I really think that you should be happy to even have a choice," she said, laughing at me. "OK, let me go try it on. Give me the keys, please," I said. She did, and I went into the bathroom to check the fit. My mind was a racing blur, but I think deep down, I knew that this was my best option. Or at least I was just overly optimistic and hoping for the best. It fit snuggly and I locked it on, and quickly unlocked it again, out of panic, not ready to commit. Then, again I locked it on and tried my best to pull out of it, without the slightest success. It was secure, and I hanged my head and let out a sigh. "What's taking you so long," she yelled from outside the door. "I'm just deciding. This is big, and I need to be sure about it all," I said. "Let me in so that I can inspect it and make sure that it fits securely," she said. And to that I opened the door, with my pants down showing the steel cage locked onto my most valued appendage. She inspected it closely and hurt me a little while tying to pull it off. Just seeing her, and smelling her so close to me, triggered an involuntary attempt to get hard, thought the device quickly squashed that, and with a bit of pain I might add. This was not good, and her knowing smirk made my knees almost give out. "OK my sweetest ex-cock-sucker, what's it going to be?" she said, hands on hips, looking down at me satisfied. I paused for several moments, before answering, "I'll take the chastity device." "Well say please and thank me for allowing you this small mercy," she said with a taunting, victorious smile. With my head down, but feeling like I escaped an even worse fate, I said, "Thank you so much for allowing me this option. Sacrificing all of my orgasms going forward is a small price to pay, so long as it brings you even a little bit of pleasure from knowing that you own a perfectly chaste and suffering ex-cock-sucking slave. So, will you please accept this key, the key to my worthless and soon-to-be very unused cock?" I held it out to her and dropped it into her hand, and she quickly stowed it into her expensive designer purse. How does she live such a charmed life, I wondered for a second? She just smirked, and said, "Well, I have to be going now. My man is really going to tear into me tonight. Have you been dating any women, or men, recently? Haha, well I guess your new predicament kind of puts a damper on that pursuit huh? Oh, shoot, I just remembered and it's kind of a pity - I would have offered to let you have one last jerk-off session, but it totally slipped my mind, and it's too late now. Anyway, take care, and just remember, if you ever get horny enough and absolutely lose your mind, an orgasm is always as close as my boyfriend's cock. I give you about 5 or 6 months before you are absolutely begging me to let you suck on a big one. Until then, take care sweetie." And she left. I just sat for a very long time, somewhat at ease, and completely drained from the defeat and exhaustion of my completely fucked up life. PART 12 But not even a few hours later, I received an email from her, and it read: "My sweetest little cock-sucker, you know that I still have the pictures of you and can use them any time I want? Did you think that threat goes away just because I now have you in a chastity tube? You really are a dumb bitch actually, and easy prey. Now at any time that I chose, I could turn you into my 'chaste' cock-sucker. At least you used to be able to get yourself off after I forced you to suck my cocks, but now you can't even have that small pleasure, unless I give it to you, though I can still force you to suck cocks. Oh the thought of if all makes me tingle! Please know that at any time, I could demand that you suck some more cock for me, or suffer the public outing. But also know that you have my word that I won't, though as any idiot should realize, a woman has the prerogative to change her mind. :-) But aside from that, I'm hoping that I don't need to force you into anything, because what I really want is for you to actually want to suck cock. I want you to WANT it! I want for you to actually come to NEED it! And now with your hormones ramping up against you, I think that your mind will soon be a very pliable mush. In the mean time, I suggest that you keep your BJ techniques sharp by using dildos, because I suspect there will be lots of cock-sucking in your very near future. And I do suspect that you'll come to love it. Six months without an orgasm tends to weaken, if not totally reprogram, even the most resolute minds. So take care sweetie and enjoy your time, and I hope that you'll embrace the inevitable sooner rather than later; your silly denial only prolongs your confusion and suffering. And above all, please remember, that despite your present feelings, I'm doing this for your own good." I went blind for a moment and crumbled to the floor, realizing with total certainty, that I am completely doomed and destined to be her eager and glad cock-sucker. PART 13 The first month in the steel tube was agonizing. I tried to pull it off, pick the lock, hacksaw the steel, and I even called the manufacturer to see if there was some secret security flaw that I might exploit (they laughed at me). None of my attempts to get out of the device were successful, and I was getting more and more frustrated every day. But at least I had the satisfaction of escaping my new career as my ex-girlfriend's fluffer, at least in the near future. Even chaste and trapped in steel, I was resolute and focused; no matter what, I'd never blow another guy for her again. I had to maintain that small piece of dignity. Like she had promised, at the end of the first month, Jessica called me, offering me a chance to blow her guy and be unlocked. Though my balls throbbed, my knees were weak, and my spine tingled from a month without an orgasm, I firmly said no to her taunting request. She just laughed, saying that she'll check back in another month, saying also that my resistance is futile, and that my ultimate surrender is inevitable. I shivered, because in my mind, I conceded that she just may be right During the second month, my body and mind were really starting to quiver. I could barely sleep and needed to get off something fierce. I was near sheer desperation, and began to think that sucking cock "wasn't so bad". I still haven't dated in almost a year, and sexually, I was a confused mush. I had considered every strategy, and figured that even if I blow her men, there was no guarantee that she'll let me out of this evil contraption, but sucking cock seemed to be my only hope, slim as it may be. Realizing that, in a burst of 110% desperation, I spent another half of a day trying to freeze the steel, in hopes that it might break easier, with no success. I cried myself to sleep. Then, like clockwork after the second month, she called again, offering my familiar options. Again, I declined, and she said, "So be it my little cock sucker. I can wait as long as you can. Maybe next month you'll have a change of heart? Bye love." And as soon as she hung up the phone, I knew already that next month I'll do it. I WILL suck cock for her. I'll need to. I need to now actually! I simply cannot take anymore time without some relief. My breathing was heavy as the acceptance, scary as it was, crept into my mind. PART 14 But a funny thing happened when she checked in after the third month. Somehow I had found a second wind, and refused her yet again. "So you are declining me again," she said. "You know, I am really beginning to lose patience with you. All of your stupid bitchiness is really annoying. The game is already over, and I have won, so why don't you recognize that fact?" "I know, but I just cannot go through with it again," I replied, a bit sad to disappoint her, realizing that feeling was quite odd. This time with an angry edge, she said, "But don't you like it even a little bit, deep down... sucking cock for me? Don't you find if erotic to be so intimate with such a taboo thing? Don't you just love the feeling of a large, stiff, warm, throbbing dick pushing its way past your lips, using you, demanding its own satisfaction? I think that you do, even if you won't admit it to me, or yourself. But in time you will. I know this with all of my heart, and sweetie, I'm much, much smarter than you." "Well... I don't know... I...," I stammered. "OK, OK, OK, suit yourself sweetie," she said. "In fact, I kind of like your strong resistance. It'll only make my accomplishment that much more impressive when I finally do break you, and I will. But you should know, because you are such a bitch, I'm changing the terms of the deal. If you do not blow my guy now, I WILL share the pictures, or else take something else from you. I'm offering you another choice." Shocked, amazed, defeated, yet with a shred of hope, I said, "Why? What is my choice?" "I want a contact list - emails, phone numbers, and names - of all of your other ex-girlfriends... or else the pictures will be going far and wide," she said with a smirk. "Why in the world would you want that?" I asked, surprised. She went on, "Well, I want to talk to them, and explain you new humiliating situation. I want to see how you treated them and ask them if there is anything they might want from you now. I think if possible, you should make amends with them all, no matter if you broke it off with them, or they dumped your ass. I'm sure that most of them might be quite amused to hear how their ex-boyfriend now spends his time. Girls always love a little payback (there is a little thing called the battle of the sexes, which you happen to be losing big time these days sweetie), and why should I alone get to have all of the fun? So it's either the list, or the pictures go to you dad, mom, brothers, coworkers, neighbors, and all over the internet; the choice, again, is yours." It was a no brainier, and I spent that week compiling (with dread), a list of my last five lovers, while still suffering and melting into a chaste pathetic puddle of horniness inside the device. PART 15 "So sweetie, I had the most marvelous time ever, chatting with your ex's," she said, after calling me. "They are a great group of women and I got along very well with each of them. And they LOVE what I'm doing to you! I mean, they really, really love it, which surprised even me. When I explained your predicament, and your willingness to get so easily trapped, it occurred to each of them that your new lifestyle fits you well. They saw it in you, even if they didn't realize it while dating you. But they are all over pleased that I'm helping you find your true self, and though they each have great boyfriends now, they also unanimously wanted to help your cause. None of them hold any real grudges against you, but at the same time, they realize that the medicine you need may not always be the medicine you want, and they are willing to help you." Shoulders slumping, I replied a bit agitated, "So when can I get out of this damned chastity device?" "Now, now," she said, "we have all discussed that, and have come to a consensus over lunch. I, being the leader of the group, have decided that I will release you temporarily if you either blow my guy, or get straight A grades from all of you ex's. You see, they each have ideas to help your mind transition from silly resistance toward full enthusiastic acceptance, and so you will be 'studying' under each of them, so to speak. They've all worked out a schedule and plan to share you between them. You'll be assigned various fitting tasks, and after a month, if you receive straight A's, I'll let you have an orgasm; else, you can try harder next month, or of course, blow my guy. Do you understand?" "Yes, I guess so," I replied. "But will I have to suck any cock for THEM in order to get released?" "Well no, I don't think so, at least not now," she said. "The girls will be contacting you shortly. I suggest that you bend over backwards trying to please them. They deserve it, and your orgasmic future depends on it." PART 16 And so it went, me being a humiliated chaste slave, rotated between my recent ex-girlfriends. Though there was a certain refreshing feel in the familiar faces of my ex lovers, the humiliation of them seeing me this way was devastating, but what could I do? My predicament seemed inescapable, and my only option for now was to play along, and hope for a better future. On Monday's after work, I'd show up to Jennifer's place. She was an athletic 5'11" brunette who eventually dumped me for a more athletic stud (with a bigger cock no doubt). She wanted to see my trapped penis, and laughed hard when she did. She confessed that she always thought that I was way too small, and had to dump me because of it, though at the time, she never wanted to hurt my feelings. But now... given my obvious aptitude for such things, she has no qualms about speaking her mind... and making demands of her less than satisfying ex- lover. She is a busy professional, and it was her idea to have me serve as her maid, saying that it would soften up my resistance to other things. Did I have a choice? So each Monday, I would clean her place from top to bottom, while she lounged around, dressed scantily, often talking and laughing about her new maid to her girlfriends, or her boyfriend, on the phone. Laundry, vacuuming, dusting, dishes... it was all very tiring, but her demands could have been worse, I reasoned, as I claimed a small victory. My Tuesday evenings where spent at Katie's, the youngest and prettiest of my ex's - a raven-haired vixen. She was a little more aggressive with her demands, and initially, I balked hard, though I came around after quickly realizing the futility of it all. She demanded that I do everything possible to make myself appear more feminine! She said that since I'm a cocksucker without a functioning cock of my own, it is my duty to become more appealing to men; that it's really my only alternative in life. And so she had me shave my body, legs, arms, face... everything, and keep it shaved. Even the slightest stubble would result in failing grades, she laughed. And soon enough, she also had me practicing with makeup after getting my ears pierced (which I initially strongly protested against). Next I was told to purchase an assortment of female undergarments and clothes, and shoes. And toward the end of the month, I could apply pink shiny lip gloss and dark mascara expertly, though my hands never ceased to quiver. For this month's final exam, she told me that I'd need to get a modest but feminine manicure and pedicure, and be able to stride confidently in 4" heels. And so I did spend time at home practicing, well, that is before Jennifer found out about my feminizing and started demanding that I dress up like a proper maid while serving her on Mondays. My God, what has become of my life! Thursdays I was to report to Julie's place where her course was simple and to the point: I was to perfect my oral techniques, alternating sessions between her pussy and her strap-on dildo that she often forced down my throat while I kneeled before her. I enjoyed the physical contact, though her pussy was often swollen and sloppy, no doubt from a recent pounding by her boyfriend. I tried not to think that there may be some lingering cum inside of her, as I sucked and licked for hours on end, yet the though did creep in. Even though my penis remained locked away and severely useless for several months, I was beginning to feel a bit of normalcy with it all. I think that my sex drive had diminished some, or at least I was feeling very much less studly. My diminished masculine drive helped me cope, yet recognizing that worried me; was I truly being reprogrammed? I guess that time will tell, as if I have a choice anyway. Fridays I was simply required to take Amber and her girlfriends out to the clubs, and be their designated driver and escort. I spent many hours in the car, butt plug and panties in place (as had been her demand), waiting to take home a group of beautiful, drunk young women who all giggled ferociously at my state of frustrated and pathetic servitude. After dropping them off, I'd get home at 3 am, exhausted and crash immediately, my mind and body permanently numbed. But after the relative ease of Fridays, Saturdays were by far the worst. Elizabeth was the most invasive with her desired "training" methods. She got word from Katie about my feminization and took it to the next step, through slowly and steadily fucking my ass with her strap-on, all the while making me moan, whine, and beg for more. She just laughed, occasionally smacking and kneading my ass cheeks. It was utterly humiliating. Dressed in a skirt, panties, bra, stockings, heels, and a wig, with full makeup, she'd do me doggie style... each Saturday evening. She'd comment on how great this all was. And how she never let me fuck her anally, or even doggie style, yet here she was, totally owning my ass, and loving every second, while I could not even get off. I dripped pre-cum the whole time, but never came, though sometimes I felt close. And my ass was usually sore until the next Wednesday, but it was becoming more accustomed to the stretching. And honestly, the rhythmic penetration didn't feel that bad. In fact, given my chaste situation (beggars cannot be choosers after all) the contact felt rather enjoyable, though I'd never admit that to any of my tormentors. And so, with my fevered horniness pushing farther and farther past red- line, this routine continued on for a month. Early on, I had decided that I should try my best to please them all, potentially earning my freedom. And as the day gets closer, I can only hope for a good report card from my instructors. PART 17 When the big day came and I was shocked to find out that I had received straight C's, and would not be getting out this month, unless of course, I wanted to give a nice, juicy, enthusiastic blowjob to my ex's newest stud... "But I did everything they asked, to perfection," I pleaded to Jessica. "Yes," she said with a huge grin, "but everybody knows that just doing the minimum only earns an average grade. To get higher grades, you need to show initiative, and go well beyond the minimum expectations. And to get A's, well, let's just say that you need to be spectacular in your efforts." I was crushed, and sat silent. "I'll try harder next month," I said solemnly, shaking from my permanent fever of horniness. And I did try harder, oh did I try hard! I began giving them all foot and back massages at the conclusions of our sessions. I subscribed to women's fashion magazines in order to study the latest styles. I bought an assortment of makeup and experimented on my own, each time showing up with new colors and perfume. My cross dressing was becoming quite good. I could strut effortlessly in heels and had some great dangly hoop earrings which moved about just so while vacuuming. I cleaned their vehicles. I blew their strap-ons with reckless abandon, and was even able to impress by deep-throating (after many hours practicing alone at home). I asked, no I begged, to have my ass fucked with an even larger dildo. And I never complained once, about anything. In fact, I was becoming accustomed to the routine, almost hypnotized by it, reveling in it. If anything it was an escape and after so long, the escape was all I knew. I couldn't even remember my former self, and my foggy arousal was endless. My resistance was nearly gone. My second report card was better but also disappointing; there would be no release for me this month. At the news, I openly cried and fell to my knees begging Jessica to release me, saying that I'll do anything. "Anything...," she asked, with a knowing, victorious smile. PART 18 Going into the third month I knew deep down that no matter how well I perform, the girls are not going to let me out of the device. I believed fully that my only hope was to beg Jessica to let me blow her guys, and maybe, just maybe, she'd honor the original deal and let me out. I was ruined, defeated, and in full acceptance of my destiny. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact, I had a stirring feeling that was becoming more and more prevalent; I actually wanted to suck cock. The contact and intimacy would be most welcomed, and truthfully, after all I have been through, it seems quite natural and even sexy. And so, again going above and beyond all expectations, in addition to serving my ex's as I am, I began begging each of them to find me a guy to blow! If I was ever going to get out of this device, full committed enthusiasm was necessary. I pleaded and explained how I actually want it now, and even need it. I explained how I've been keeping my hands extra soft and moisturized, to enhance the pleasure I might someday give to a man... how I'm more attentive all the way around, and eager to please... how I've come to crave being used... and how I've been dreaming of sucking cock most every night, only to wake feeling so empty. Word got back to Jessica, and she was over pleased! "Oh sweetie, I'm so glad that you've finally come around and embraced your true self," she said, beaming. "This is really a rebirth for you, and you should be very proud and excited. I am." "Yes, I suppose that you have won," I said. "You knew my true self and what I needed, even if I didn't all of this time. I guess that I do owe you a huge debt of gratitude. So thank you. I have to say, this was all very... exciting, if painful at times. Now, when can I get my hands on that stud of yours?" "Excellent," she giggled. "Well the girls are now gathering some cocks for you to blow. I guess Katie has a lot of gay guy friends and so does Jennifer. And the others are trying as well. But again, your chance with my man only comes around once a month, so you have another three weeks to wait before I give you the opportunity to endorse my guy, and earn your release. In the mean time, enjoy yourself with the guys that the girls are rounding up for you. I'll want to hear all about it!" PART 19 And the girls came through. I had frequent blow job dates; sometimes me going to meet the guys at their places, or sometimes me blowing them in front of my ex's, who all seemed to enjoy the sight immensely. Most of the guys preferred me to act and look feminine, so that was no problem given my recent education, yet it was still humiliating on many levels. And I sucked like an eager champion. I really got into it, and even (I must admit), came to enjoy it. Of course I was still chaste and horribly horny and unsatisfied, which only seemed to drive me harder to perform. The contact, even homosexual contact which previously repulsed me, was a beautiful thing, and for the first time, I felt some sexual satisfaction. Then the call came, again, like clockwork. It was Jessica, and she asked me how my month went. I explained how I've given a number of blow jobs to a number of men, and how I loved every second of it. She was ecstatic, and invited me over to sample her stud that night. PART 20 Anticipating my release from chastity, I hurried over to Jessica's, ready and eager to do my duty and endorse her current stud. By this time, I felt like a pro, and made quick work of him, as he moaned and enjoyed my efforts, while Jessica watched the action from across the room, with a full wicked smile. As he was getting close to cumming (I was an expert now at recognizing the increased vigor and throbbing seconds before a man's climax), I stopped suddenly and said, "Please cum all over my face! I need to be coated with your delicious sperm...please do it for me!" And he did, stroking just a bit, and blasting my lips, nose, eyes, and hair with a huge load of his hot white cum. And sitting there before him as he forcefully grabbed my now longish, almost girly hair, I proceeded too rub it around on my face, scooping some of it into my mouth where I savored the flavor. And Jessica cheered me on, and clapped. "Oh you are the most perfect bitch of an ex-boyfriend that any girl could ever have!" she said with pure lust and sure dominance. To which I replied, "Well thank you, and thank you for sharing this tremendous specimen of a cock with me. You are truly lucky to have access to such a beast. I am jealous, and FULLY endorse him as your lover!" And as I sat on the floor, a bit disheveled with his cum drying on my face and with my hint of mascara and lip gloss running and smudged, I glanced down at my crotch and then looked at her, with a hopeful pleading in my eyes. "Yes, about that..." she started. "The good news is that I no longer have any desire to keep you locked up, or to continue training you. You have graduated as far as I'm concerned; you are now a licensed cock-sucker. The score is final and I have beaten you fully. You are my bitch and will always know that I am the women who 'ruined' you, though I prefer to call it liberation. Oh and just so you know, I did get this last session on tape, but truthfully, I have no desire to share it with anyone; it will just be my little reminder, my trophy after such a long contest of wills. Please know that I will not blackmail you, ever. I have attained my prize and am totally satisfied. But that is not to say that everyone is satisfied." "Thank you, but what do you mean that not everyone is satisfied? Do the girls want me too continue on?" I said. "Well yes, some of the girls do. I mean a good maid is hard to find, but that is between you and them to work out. But it is Jake, you know, the fabulous gay man with the extra large cock who's been taking a special interest in you, who's had you blow him much more than any of the other guys; his desires are the issue here. You see, he has convinced me that he wants to marry you, to make you his exclusive bitch, and after hearing his plans, I just had to give him the key to your chastity device." "What? Why? How?" I stammered. "Well in California, homosexual men can marry each other," she said, "and he does want to make you his wife. And I simply LOVE the idea of being in your wedding party; along with your other ex's who've already given this union their full blessing. It'll be so much fun being your bride's maids, sending you off on your honeymoon. Oh don't look so sad or worried. He said that once you are married and he's consummated the union, he'll release you permanently from you device, though if you misbehave anytime later, he reserves the right to put you back in, as punishment. I think the whole idea is fabulous, wonderful, and very fitting. You'll have direct access to as much cock as you could ever want. How wonderful for you!" I sat still and silent. And she continued on with one last question, "So sweetie, I want you to answer me now with complete honesty. You answer will not change anything for me or you in any way, so you can answer truthfully. So, do you now actually like to suck cocks, either to please me or out of your own desire?" Again, I sat still and quiet for a long moment while searching my mind for the honest truth before answering, "Yes, I guess that I have come to like sucking cock. There is just something about it that feels so right. I can't really explain it. Perhaps it is an acquired taste that I'd never have had the opportunity to acquire without your knowing guidance. And now, I just can't seem to get enough of it." And she just smiled. PART 21 And so my fate was sealed, and I no longer cared about being humiliated publicly, or anything at all, except expertly sucking cock (which now dominate most every aspect of my life) and finally getting an orgasm (hoping that my long soft cock will still function when the day comes). The girls were all giddy and enthusiastically helped me prepare for my wedding. I had moved in with Jake and now blow him eagerly and often, while maintaining my androgynous yet femme appearance just the way he likes it. It's funny, but of all the feminine things that I've been doing, I find that wearing my slim diamond engagement ring makes me feel the most girlish and vulnerable, and owned. The wedding is in two months, and I cannot wait (to get out of this damned device). Getting ass-fucked, providing endless blowjobs, and changing my last name to his, will all be just a small price to pay for even a single orgasm. Desperation makes a person do previously unthinkable things. But sometimes desperation can be a useful motivator to find new, glorious paths, and I owe all of my success to Jessica, who will be attending my wedding as my most beloved maid of honor. Thank you Jessica, for never giving up on me! THE END