MMF Setup 1-21

Setup by Superfry

So my ex-girlfriend 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 so she always seemed to have 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 got quite good - yes, that was a 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 was simply gushing from excitement while thinking about
it all, as her new guy fucked her afterward. 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 c***d. I'm thinking
many things, like how straight could this guy be? I'm thinking if he was
okay 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 okay 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 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 blow-job 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
seems 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's 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
that 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
resolve or 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
want 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 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 and pity for me?"

"Yes, I do have you `by' the balls, but they are my boyfriend's balls, as
you suckle and fondle them for me, real up-close and personal like," she
said laugh at her 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) 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, as 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 of his, 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
its 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 2nd 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? 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," 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, half 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 he
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 b**st. 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!"

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 ***