Pop Idol Fuck Slut Chapter 1 Getting Wild
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Miranda Wilde. Lance could stare at her for hours. Getting wank
material was as easy as opening up an image search and typing her name.
She was one of those women who looked amazing no matter what hair style
or outfit she was rocking. Whether it was long, jet black locks,
playful, pink, shoulder length hair or her short, well cropped, blonde
pixie cut, she was gorgeous. Those deep, piercing, grayish-blue eyes
were always staring back at you saying, "I'm hot. I'm fun. I'm more
than you can handle."
Her big break arrived on one of those talent shows that are popular on
prime time television. Miranda didn't win the seasonal contest, but it
didn't matter. Once the world got a taste of her, she began a rapid
rise to stardom. Lance was replying to a tweet thread about her latest
concert one fateful afternoon when something astonishing happened. Some
of his old college buds and random Miranda fans were going back and
forth in a conversation that would ultimately change the course of his
life.
@BlueTiger: She looked so good at the last show! WANT TO BONE!
@Gigatell: She's such a tease, but I love her... lol
@RockerViking: I want to drink her bath water.
@FangTwo: Gross dude.
@Latestra: There's no way she'd be into that, or any beta male
cuckoldry.
With the infinite "wisdom" only a cocky guy in his mid twenties can
pretend to have, Lance decided to have his say.
@Sk8Punk666: She needs someone to bend her over and fuck her proper.
@Gigatell: How the hell would any of you know what she wants?
@Sk8Punk666: Pop stars lead stressful lives. She probably likes to be
dommed in bed.
@RockerViking: You're talkin out your ass.
@FangTwo: I suppose you're the one who can take care of her?
@Sk8Punk666: Absolutely.
And then, the thing that couldn't possibly happen, did.
@MirandaWilde: Hey @Sk8Punk666 - Big talk bitch boy, but can you back
it up? My DM's are open to you. HMU! Let's see if you're worth my time.
@BlueTiger: HOLY SHIT!!!
@RockerViking: OMG! Miranda I love you!
@Gigatell: NO WAY! Miranda, pick me!!!
@FangTwo: Is this the real life? lol
@Latestra: I can't believe she read this stupid thread. Hi Miranda!
Lance was stunned. There was no way he was going to reply in the thread
and make an even bigger fool of himself. In a million years he'd never
have dreamed of getting a personal reply from Miranda. He couldn't open
his direct messages fast enough! There was one already waiting for him.
MirandaWilde: Hey there! Think you can show me a good time, huh?
Ska8Punk666: It was guy talk. Honestly, I'm pretty embarrassed.
MirandaWilde: Don't be! But first things first... Tell me your real
name and age right now or this conversation is over.
Ska8Punk666: Lance Evans. I'm 26.
MirandaWilde: Hi Lance! You're kind of cute, assuming that profile pic
is actually you.
Sk8Punk666: It's me. Miranda, you're beautiful and I love your shows.
MirandaWilde: Awww, see, I knew you were a sweetheart! Alright, here's
what you're gonna do. Write down today's date on a piece of paper and
hold it up while you take a selfie. Take your shirt off too. I want to
see what I'm working with. ;-)
Sk8Punk666: Sure!
MirandaWilde: You have five minutes to complete this task.
How ironic. Lance just claimed he was going to dominate her in bed and
she was already giving him orders. It didn't matter. He'd never moved
so fast to follow instructions in his life.
He found some spare paper and a pen to write with and quickly jotted
down the date. Lance tore off his shirt before putting his camera in
selfie mode and inspecting himself. His thin, boyish frame had almost
no chest hair and little muscle, but not an ounce of fat either. A life
on the ramps and obstacle courses of various skate parks had kept him
trim and pleasing to the eye. Lance ran his fingers threw his thick,
blonde locks a couple times, making sure his spiky, punk hair was
sufficiently wild looking.
After taking the selfie, he quickly uploaded it to the chat. He held
his breath while waiting for a reply.
MirandaWilde: Good boy! Lucky for you, burly guys aren't my style. I
prefer cute young men like yourself.
Sk8Punk666: Thanks.
MirandaWilde: Wow, are your parents really dead?
Lance was floored. She was right, but the statement came out of
nowhere. Now it was starting to get a little weird.
Sk8Punk666: How did you know that?
MirandaWilde: I run a quick background check on any fan I might be
interacting with IRL. Can't be too careful! So according to this,
you're all alone. Now I feel bad for bringing it up. :( You live at 72
Hyde Street, Apt. 15, correct?
Sk8Punk666: No worries. Yeah, that's right.
MirandaWilde: No girlfriend? I don't want some woman coming to hunt me
down if we go on a date!
Sk8Punk666: No girlfriend at the moment.
MirandaWilde: So, what's your deal? You're obviously a skater. What
else you do when you're not being an ass on Twitter?
Sk8Punk666: I drive ride-share and work a couple other odd jobs. Smoke
up. Skate and go to concerts. Mostly punk and rock stuff, but I love
your music too! That's about it.
MirandaWilde: I have a feeling you follow me for reasons other than my
music. That's fine. You sound a little lonely and like you might be
lacking direction. Maybe we can fix that. ;-)
Sk8Punk666: I'm down for whatever if it means I get to meet you.
MirandaWilde: I'm glad to hear that, because the one condition of me
sending you a plane ticket and a VIP pass is that you're going to do
whatever I say.
* * * * *
It had been a wild three days between his chat with Miranda and finding
himself in her ornate dining room. Everything had happened so fast that
Lance had to keep asking himself if it was all real. She had flown him
halfway across the country in first class and he'd been given a VIP
pass at the airport. From there, a limo took him to her palatial
estate. Miranda had been busy with some kind of publicity event and fan
meetup in the afternoon, so he was given a tour of her manor in the
meantime.
He'd gotten to see her home recording studio, her hall of awards and
accolades and a dozen other amenities that only rich and famous people
could afford. After that he was told to make himself at home until she
returned. He'd spent most of the afternoon by her pool until the
beautiful young starlet arrived, greeted him and excused herself to
change before dinner.
Now he was sitting with Miranda at a humongous banquet table lit with
fancy candelabras and adorned in the finest silk, china and silver.
They ate a delicious meal of fine steak and grilled vegetables prepared
by her personal chef. It was one of the best meals Lance had tasted in
his life.
Lance felt under-dressed in his simple button down shirt and khakis,
but they were the most formal attire he owned. Miranda looked stunning
in her low cut, sparkling silvery dress, diamond earrings and diamond
necklace fitted snugly around her neck.
She eyed him playfully in between bites of dinner and small talk. A
wiser man might have been alarmed by the looks she was giving him; like
a lioness about to pounce on a gazelle or a debutante examining the
latest toy she'd acquired. But Lance was oblivious and head-over-heels
infatuated with the gorgeous pop Goddess.
"So, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's really get to
know each other. Lance, how experienced are you?"
"Experienced? You mean, like, sexually?"
"Yes. You implied you were going to 'dom' me, so I assume you have some
knowledge of S&M."
"Like I said, I was talking big, but... God, I'm so embarrassed."
Miranda chuckled as she picked up her wine glass and swirled it around
casually. "No need to be embarrassed. But even if you're new to this,
there's no backing out now. I brought you here for some naughty fun and
I intend to have it. You wouldn't deny a girl her fun, would you? After
I went to all this trouble?"
Lance rubbed the back of his head while an exasperated laugh forced its
way through his lips. "No, of course not!"
"Good to know. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
"Ummm, my last girlfriend wore handcuffs once and I..." He paused, but
Miranda nodded in encouragement. "...sucked on her breasts and fingered
her till she came."
Miranda's eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise. She set her glass down
and offered him a little mock clapping. "Well, that's something at
least. One step above vanilla. Hardly the act of an experienced
'master' though. It sounds like I'll need to show you the ropes."
"Yeah, I'm no master" he admitted.
"That's quite alright. In fact, this works out rather well. The truth
is, I'm not into being dommed. Quite the opposite, really."
An electric chill went down Lance's spine as he swallowed
involuntarily.
"Oh... hahaha..." He laughed like a scared idiot as he wondered what
he'd gotten himself into.
Miranda gazed at him with a wicked smile. She didn't take her eyes off
Lance as she placed another bite of steak in her mouth and chomped down
on it emphatically.
* * * * *
"Ahhhhh! That's tight!"
"That's the idea, slut boy."
Lance couldn't believe how fast things had gotten weird. He was
standing in the middle of her enormous bedroom, a room lined with
mirrored closets, fancy furniture, makeup tables and a dozen other
fixtures. She was tying his arms behind him with thick ropes. "Shibari"
she had educated him. Japanese rope bondage. It seemed that "showing
him the ropes" had been more than just a turn of phrase.
After getting to her bedroom she'd put the moves on him fast. Long,
passionate kissing and groping that made him believe all her talk about
BDSM was just to scare him. Unbelievably, he'd gotten to make out with
Miranda Wilde. That was something millions of men had fantasized about.
As soon as his cock started stiffening she broke off their kissing and
took him to her private bath. She stripped him and dressed him in
women's lingerie piece by piece. A lacy bra, full length arm gloves, a
tight corset, satin panties and silky thigh-high stockings. She painted
his face with lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and blush. He thought that
was the final indignity, but he couldn't imagine what was to come.
"That's more like it. You're well on your way to becoming a slut girl!"
Miranda tied off the bondage ropes forcefully, his arms now completely
immobilized behind his back. She walked around him, inspecting her new
slave from top to bottom.
"Damn, Lance! You're really coming together. Boy, you'll be a woman
soon!"
*SMACK*
Her palm connected with his ass cheeks forcefully and he jumped in his
heels. The dark red of embarrassment was painted across his face
permanently. Things had gotten out of hand in a hurry, but what was he
going to do? Say "no" to Miranda Wilde? He'd agreed to do whatever she
said. He'd promised to be open to new experiences. Lance was clinging
to hope that if he played her little games, maybe they'd spend a normal
night together when the kinky stuff was over. Maybe he'd even get to...
*SMACK*
His ass was rattled with another firm swat.
"Pay attention to your Mistress! On your knees, right now."
He carefully lowered himself onto the carpeting as Miranda grabbed a
chair from one of her vanity's and pulled it to the center of the room.
She adjusted the seat until it was just in front of Lance's kneeling
form.
Miranda turned and headed back to her vanity, peeling off articles of
clothing as she walked. She retrieved a leather crop from her table and
by the time she returned to her kneeling, sissified slut slave, she was
completely nude. Lance stared up at his glorious Goddess, his mouth
agape. Seeing Miranda's full, naked curves was enough to make him
forget his bound and cross-dressed condition. He had imagined her "full
glory" many times and now her ample breasts and silky sex were his to
behold.
She offered him a haughty smile as she sat in the chair, a Queen taking
her throne. Miranda reached down and grabbed Lance by the hair, pulling
his face forward into her glistening, hairless cunt.
"Alright bitch, let's see what that tongue can do."
He dove in eagerly and began licking and tonguing her moist lips. He
slurped his tongue up and down the length of her vulva with vigor,
darting it into her hungry hole intermittently.
*THWACK*
Miranda's crop sang out as it snapped against his ass.
"Pffft... have you ever given head before? You start around the edges
and work inward, slut! Nice and slow..."
*THWACK THWACK THWACK*
Miranda maintained a stern grip on his hair, forcing his face into her
increasingly wet pussy as she delivered stinging swats to his ass.
"Not talking so big, now, are you? Dressed like a fucking tart! On my
floor, tied up and licking my pussy!"
"NNMMMMGGGGPPPHHHHHH!!!"
"Don't talk. LICK!"
*THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK*
His ass was growing painfully red and increasingly sensitive as she
continued blistering it with beatings. Her fingers held his hair in a
death grip, demanding he tongue harder and deeper into her increasingly
wet depths.
"Jesus Christ, you suck at this!"
She pulled his face away suddenly and Lance leaned back. Her pussy
juices were smeared all over his face. The cosmetics she'd applied were
already turning into a runny mess.
Miranda sighed and got up. She walked to one of her closets and Lance
could hear her rummaging around for something. She returned moments
later and immediately pushed some kind of toy to his lips.
It was a gag, but Lance didn't have time to register what kind before
she shoved one end into his mouth. Four inches of rubber penis pushed
itself over his tongue and Miranda quickly strapped the device tightly
around his head. It was then that Lance noticed the other end, a six
inch dildo protruding from his now muzzled face.
Miranda sat back down and seized his hair once again. This time she was
more careful, guiding his face back to her eager sex gently. The end of
the dildo entered her parting pussy lips, the Femdom Queen letting out
a low moan as the rubber cock slowly hilted in her fleshy hole. Lance's
leather and rubber wrapped face was mashed against her wet jungle.
*THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK*
She thrashed his ass several more times before giving his forehead a
push and sitting back.
"Get to work WHORE! Face-fuck my pussy, nice and slow."
Lance groaned into the cock gag, his neck straining forward as he
pressed the dildo back into her dripping cunny. His knees were growing
raw against the ground and his arms were increasingly sore in the thick
web of ropes behind him. Mascara ran from his eyes to his gagged mouth
as he worked the rubber cock back and forth with his neck muscles.
Miranda gazed down at him with a devious grin before throwing her head
back and moaning. She played with her breasts and snapped her crop on
him repeatedly as Lance plowed the toy in and out of her pussy with wet
slurps. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore. The pop Queen
dropped her crop on the ground, seized his head and began fucking
herself with her bound, cock-gagged slave.
"OH FUCK!!! YESSSSS!!!"
Her juices ran down the dildo and flooded Lance's face as she pulled
him ever faster against her pelvis. The dildo squelched loudly in and
out of her sloppy snatch, his vision zooming in and out as she abused
her human sex toy wickedly.
"FUCK!!!! I'M----GGUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A surge of fluids exploded from her sex as she pulled the dildo deep
into her pussy and kept Lance's head mashed against her body. She
screamed out her climax as female cum slathered his face, drizzling
down his body and soaking the chair.
Miranda moaned and convulsed for almost a minute straight as Lance's
bound form was held captive to her climax. Finally, her shrieking and
moaning came to an end and she let go of his head, the wet dildo
slurching out of her needy sex.
"Ahhhh.... that was nice."
Miranda rested for a few moments and ran her hands through her hair as
her heartbeat slowed. Lance got a brief reprieve, but it wasn't long
before she was ready for round two. The demanding Domina rose from her
seat and retrieved her crop from the floor. She reached behind and
grabbed Lance by his bound arms, yanking on his body aggressively.
"Stand up, now!"
Lance obeyed, hoping against hope that the kinky shit was over but
suspecting otherwise. He stood up carefully with her support, the
effort to rise in heels being no easy feat and certainly nothing he'd
ever attempted before.
Miranda gave him a gentle shove in the direction of her enormous canopy
bed. She marched him to it quickly and pushed him into the soft duvet.
His chest plunged into the billowy fabric and he grunted into his gag,
the cum slick dildo still sticking from the front of his gagged face.
His ass hung over the side of the bed as he tried to find steady
footing in his female footwear.
The devious Domina pulled a spreader bar from below her bed and quickly
snapped its leg cuffs around Lance's ankles. Lance began mumbling into
his gag, realizing that he was now completely immobilized. Miranda
delivered a harsh spank to his ass with her open palm and then chuckled
as she walked off to retrieve more toys.
Soon after Lance felt his panties being pulled down and a cold, thin
object inserted into his rectum. Several long, thick squirts of lube
flowed into his ass, greasing his insides and preparing him for his
deflowering. It was now that Lance began yanking against his rope and
metal bindings harshly, but it was absolutely no use.
"Oh no, sweetie. You're in for the duration! And the duration is going
to be much longer than you ever imagined. Do you remember what you said
online? 'She needs someone to bend her over and fuck her proper.' Well
guess what? You're a woman now, Laura!"
"MGGGGPPPHHHAALLLWWOOAAANNNNNN!!!!"
"What, you don't like your new name? Too bad. You're getting a new
name, a new body and a new LEASH on life. This is just the beginning,
slut!"
Lance never saw the strapon before the tip was brought to his pucker,
but he could tell it was massive. He attempted to hold his breath, but
found it difficult with a rubber cock still lodged in his mouth.
Miranda plunged the girthy phallus into his virgin starfish with crazed
hunger. The fat strapon pierced his fleshy walls as Lance groaned into
his gag. He pulled against his bonds uselessly as she seized his hips
and began pumping his ass harshly with her enormous, shiny schlong.
The frenzied Femdom cackled as she fucked his ass into submission. She
crammed ever more of her thick, rubber length into his yielding rectum
as Lance's struggles slowly ceased. After a while, the pain faded and
the constant gliding of fat, fleshy cock in and out of his back passage
began to feel pleasurable. Unbelievably, his own cock grew hard,
pulsing and expanding into the silky bedding below.
His grunts of pain turned to moans of longing as he was filled with
fat, latex dick over and over again. As his prostate hummed with bliss
and the intensity built, Lance knew it wouldn't be long before he shot
his load all over Miranda's bed. He wondered what the punishment for
that would be?
Lance's dream had come true, then taken a sudden and bizarre turn. He
didn't know it yet, but Miranda wasn't exaggerating. This was only the
beginning for a newly enslaved sissy slut named Laura. The rabbit hole
went so much deeper.
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