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The Monster I Created
by Alison Lockwood
I grew up nextdoor to Katie. We had been good friends, but it wasn't
until I left for college that we became more than that. Despite years of
summer afternoons sitting in the park talking as teenagers, it took an
internet converstation as twenty-somethings to discover we each had a
kinky streak. So we did they only thing that made sense at the time: we
were now long distance fuck buddies.
Don't get me wrong, I was loving our arrangement, but I felt she was
holding back quite a bit. She normally has an edge to her, but it was
lacking during playtime. After my second trip home I risked the awkward
response and asked her why her bite didn't quite live up to her bark.
She claimed she didn't feel confident bringing the kink factor up - she
was afraid of doing something I didn't like. I assured her that she
should just go for it and I would tell her if I didn't like something she
tried and then I came up with the idea that would come back to haunt me:
the next time I came home, we'd have two nights of play. Both nights
would dedicated to testing each other's limits and seeing how far we'd
go. She asked if I would be the dominant one the first night, she
thought me establishing the boundaries would make her feel more at ease
doing the same to me.
A long couple of months after that conversation I made a trip home for
ten days and my first full day back was spent with Katie. I really
hadn't planned at all what I was going to do and feel more comfortable as
a sub. However, I knew the more agressive I became the more likely she
would open up. After a little bit of small talk and catching up, I
attempted to flip the switch. "Alright, Katie, if we're going to do
this, I want to know you want it, and words aren't going to be good
enough. You're going to volunteer to be my bitch for the night by
looking the part. If you want to play tonight, you're going to go to
your room, put on your sluttiest outfit and these cuffs. When I open the
door in 15 minutes if you are slutted up and on your knees, we will have
some fun. Otherwise, I will be spending the night at the bar." She
looked a little shocked, but after only a moment's thought went to her
room. While she was in there I ran out to my car to grab my toy bag. I
had always made the occasional sex toy purchase. I never thought it
would take so long to get a chance to use them, but better late than
never, right? When I walked in 15 minutes later, I was plesantly
surprised to find her as I asked.
"Very good, Katie, now I don't want a word out of you unless I ask you a
question or you want me to stop. If you let me push you I think you will
have fun, but I want you to know that if you say stop I will. Now that
we have that out of the way, I believe you missed a couple things.
First, that top screams sexy, not slutty. Let's lose it." As I pulled
it up over her breasts, she made the bra choice I was hoping for.
"Hmm, no bra. Well I'll give you half credit on the top. Now on your
feet, Sweet Tits. Let's pull down that skirt and grade your underwear
choice. Well the skirt was short enough and the thong was the right way
to go, but I couldn't see it while the skirt was on. Let me fix that for
you." With that I grabbed a firm hold and gave her an even worse wedgie
than I meant to. I never intended to literally lift her off the ground,
but oh well.
"And I just spotted another miss that I can fix for you." After throwing
her face first on her bed, I then made the first mistake that would come
back to bite me and pulled out a pack of colored sharpies. "Every slut
needs a tramp stamp and you are about to get one, you can thank me
later." Now it didn't look quite as artistic as I thought I could do,
but a few minutes later she had a heart bookended by cocks that read,
"Allen's Little Slut" She didn't seem happy, but let me keep going, so I
went on to make my next big mistake, "and one last touch is needed -
where do you keep your makeup?" I then proceeded to do my best to give
her a whore makeover. Really I made her look like a six-year-old playing
with mom's makeup, but it had its desired effect. I could feel her
steaming while I did it.
The rest of the night I tried everything I had ever wanted to do. I
started with a BJ that ended in a surprise facial. After transferring
the bulk of my seed from her face to her mouth with my finger, I
blindfolded her, uncuffed her hands, cuffed each wrist to an ankle, and
lit a candle. You can imagine where the wax ended up. She has a bit of
a foot fetish so my mouth spent a bit of time at her toes before working
its way up her legs. Once I felt her getting close I stopped and pulled
out her vibe. I held it a foot above her and enjoyed watching her
arching desperately to reach it. I let her get just a graze of it across
her dripping wet clit before I removed her blindfold and threw her vibe
across to the other side of her bed. Watching her crawl over and start
humping the bed is to date the most enjoyment I have ever gotten out of
being evil. By the time I grabbed some lube she had almost reached
climax and I had to dive to take her vibrator back. While I gave her a
moment to come down, she got up on her knees and I couldn't wait any
longer. With her presenting, I gently introduced her little friend to
her backdoor and proceed to ravage her doggy style. It didn't take long
for both of us to explode. I unbound her and let her go shower, but as
soon as I was ready to go again I burst in, pushed her against the wall,
and got to experience anal for the first time. The rest of the night
involved more bondage, BJs, and agressive sex. True to my word, she
loved the experience, but what I didn't know at the time is the beginning
of the experience is what unleashed her dominant side.
It was five days until we had night two of our arrangement, and it was
all I could think about. When I arrived, she didn't waste any time.
"You are going to volunteer just like I did, except you are going to be
wearing nothing but these," and she handed me a pair of leather wrist
bands with D-rings attached. After I did as she had asked, I tried to
contain my excitement as she moved on. "Alright my little bitch, close
your eyes and put your hands on your head." As I expected I felt her put
something through the D-rings, but I was surprised when I felt a gag
pushed into my mouth and quickly secured. I opened my eyes to find she
fed the straps of a ball gag through my wrist restraints, gagging me
while binding my hands to my head. To finish my current outfit, she
added a dog collar and a leash before informing her where I went wrong
five days ago.
While Katie may normally have some sass to her, she has some body issues.
She also absolutely loves makeup. So when I gave her that Sharpie tattoo
and a butchered makeover, I had unknowingly created a monster. Her tone
suddenly got more threatening than I thought possible: "I know you were
expecting some teasing and rough sex, and I suppose that will come in
time, but before you get anything resembling pleasure some revenge is in
order. You know how hard that tramp stamp was to get out? Well you're
about to find out because you are going to get cock tattoos all over your
body and don't even bother looking for soap tomorrow morning because you
sure as hell aren't leaving this apartment without your new body art.
I'm also going to return the favor on the makeover. Honey, we're going
to make you prettier than a pageant queen in Texas, so lets get to work."
As she dragged me by a leash to her bathroom, my erection had gone away
so quickly I thought it was going to go inside my body. I was hoping she
was going to unleash her evil side, but I was picturing it in a sexier
way. She made me stand in the shower and she reached for a bottle of
Nair. While she let that burn my skin off, she shaved my already trimmed
pubes into a very sexy, yet feminine, landing strip. When she washed off
the rest of my hair, she only used cold water. I was not having any fun,
but she didn't care. With a firm slap to my ass she ushered me back to
her room and pushed me on her bed, and I knew what was next. It felt
like she worked for hours and later in the night I would see what took so
long. She started off nice enough and gave me a traditional butterfly
tramp stamp. However the rest of my torso and theighs contained
temporary tattoos such as "I " on my right. She exchanged the sharpie for the dildo and teased
me by holding it over my head to make me reach for it. Not wanting to
anger her more, I played her game. As I stretched my neck to reach, I
was just able to reach it with my tounge. Just as I was able to touch
it, she slammed it into my mouth and gave me a violent throat fucking. I
was doing all I could just to not choke. As my eyes began tearing, she
suddenly removed it and squeezed a tube of icing onto my face. Of course
a couple more pictures were snapped. I closed my eyes to squeeze back the
tears and as I was gasping for air the cock was thrust back into my
mouth. This time a length of string had been wrapped around the base and
she had quickly started to wrap it around my head, trapping it in my
mouth.
"Just to let you know, sweetie, I had only planned on teaching you how to
suck a cock, starting with gently working the tip before you gradually
went deeper. Since you wanted to act like a cunt, you got throat fucked
like one. Now even though you don't deserve it, I am still going to give
you relief, but that cock ain't coming out of your mouth for your
misbehavior."
She thankfully went down on me and didn't stop this time. However, just
as I was about to cum; which didn't take very long, she pushed my legs
behind my head and propped up my ass on her knees. When she finished me
off with her hand, I am pretty sure she was aiming for my face. Luckily I
shot only as high as my chin, with most of my seed only going as high as
my chest. Although it was a massive load, and combined with the icing
facial she gave me and the cock hanging in my mouth, I looked like the
picture of the cum dumpster whore she had called me. And there are, or
course, now actual pictures of me in this state.
By now she needed a break, so she propped me up on my knees and popped in
a DVD. And in my last true humiliation of the day, I watched the Sex in
the City movie bound, dressed like a slut, and covered in both real and
fake cum.
By the time the movie was over, we were both ready to go at it, and we
did again and again into the morning. I remained feminized and spent
much of the night bound, but the sex for the rest of the night was just
as violent from my end as it was from hers. And while I fell asleep as a
girl, I was a girl embracing her. When I woke up thinking the game was
over, she did follow through on one last humilation. She graciously gave
me a washcloth for my face; however, it wasn't able to completely remove
the sharpie from my face or the glitter. I also got to change back into
my male clothes, but those were the only luxuries I was allowed. I left
her apartment with red talons, glittered up like a stripper, and smelling
of sex and perfume. And as promised, I was still covered in cock
tattoos, including an only slightly faded one on my face.
She never deleted the pictures, but this isn't a story where she uses
them to blackmail me into servitude the rest of my life. Although every
now and then, when she is feeling a little evil she will email me a
picture just to remind me that I am forever the bitch of the monster I
created.
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