(Note to reader: This chapter falls across many categories on here outside of fetish and within fetish. If you are not comfortable with feminization, sissy play, bi-sexual male, cuckolding, bimbofication you might want to skip this story)
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I look over my body in the mirror. Not believing there was a time I covered it up in conservative business clothing. I’ve always been more on the petite side with an hourglass curvy body, despite my small frame. I turn and look at my toned ass in the mirror, a result of all the gym workouts I have been doing. It has always gotten a lot of attention from men, even when I was young. Now, though, I get just as much attention because of my large round fake breasts and my plump juicy cock sucking lips.
Even with all the workouts, I wouldn’t mind a bit more shape and volume in my ass.
Rubbing my hand down my naked body, I feel an intense sexual energy as I admire how young I still look even after having two kids. My body is tight, with a nice tan. My fingers are tracing over my hard nipples, touching the barbell piercings Malcolm ordered me to get. They are impossible to hide. Down my body I rub my fingers lightly, tickling my skin to my clit piercing. It looks sexy, but it is also a constant source of stimulation. When I first got it, just walking about and feeling it rubbing against my clothes caused me to moan in pleasure.
I’m such a slut now. My pussy is constantly wet, and always aching to be fucked. My arousal now feels like it never truly fades.
I slip on the little black dress. A halter top that has a v cut that plunges down just above my belly button, showing the inner roundness of my 800cc silicone filled boobs. The dress clings tightly to my skin, the hem barely covers my ass. No bra. No panties. Malcom doesn’t allow me to wear either anymore. My pussy drips a shameful reminder of what I have become. The fabric rubs on my barbell piercings, clearly visible through the sheer fabric. I slide on a pair of black heels. Spending time on my make-up, I have perfected a flawless look. Last, I clasp the collar around my neck.
I look in the mirror, admiring how I look. I’m dressed like I’m ready for a night out at the club or another one of the wild sex parties Malcolm has been taking me to. But tonight, I’m dressed for one person.
I grab my phone and snap a quick selfie, sending it to Cami with a wink.
Within seconds, my husband’s reply pops up. “Wow, you’re dressed like that just for him?”
I can’t help but giggle, twirling a lock of my hair as I let the teasing thoughts run through my mind. I type back with a smile, “Yep, just for him. But, tell me… Should I dress like this for anyone besides him?”
My phone chimes. “It is just you look really sexy. So you are going to do it?”
There was a time when being faithful to Cami was the most important thing in my life. Biting my lip, I try not to think too much. I just type back. “I am! Can’t wait to see you in a couple of days!” Adding a heart emoji.
“You belong to me!” Malcolm whispers in my ear, his voice commanding. His words pierce through me like a surge of electricity, sending a shiver down my body to my pussy. My pussy drips with need, every inch of me aching for his touch, craving him in a way I can’t ignore.
The week with Malcolm felt too short. We both agreed it wasn’t enough. Our connection is undeniable, stronger than I expected. It isn’t just the intense, kinky sex, it is how he treats me like I am his, like his slut and his princess. Even after the most rough, exhilarating sessions and even after he shares me with a group of men. Makes me do the most humiliating sexual acts. He takes care of me afterward. His possessiveness wrapped in tenderness, makes me crave him more. I love to please him.
I called Cami to discuss Malcolm’s suggestion. He offered to fly Cami and the kids out to Bermuda on his private jet so we can have a two-week family vacation. But it also meant Malcolm and I would have another two days alone together before they arrived. Then being close to him in Bermuda for another two weeks. It also meant I wouldn’t be going back to work with Andrew Allen. This felt like the start of something completely new, and for the first time in a long time, I was ready not to think too much, feeling the happiest I’ve felt in a very long time. It’s been like the best and hottest thing ever.
This was Malcolm’s plan all along. He told me on the very first night of this trip with him. “By the end of the week, I’m going to have you tell Andrew you are mine, that you will never fuck him again!”
I’m not sure that is true. If Andrew wants to fuck me, I don’t think I can stop him. These two have some sort of male ego competition going. Andrew, though, doesn’t compare to Malcolm. Malcolm is a billionaire, he funds our marketing firm. He has genuine and unshakable self-confidence. With him, I am treated like a beautiful princess and fucked like a dirty little whore. The way he kisses me and the way he looks at me unleashes the demon bursa escort inside me.
Dropping to my knees, I am eager to have Malcolm in my mouth. To feel his warm cock.
I rub his heavy cock on my large fake breasts, hungry for it. I want to feel the weight against my skin before I eagerly suck him into my body. My mouth is dripping with saliva as much as my pussy is dripping with arousal as I deep throat him and slowly slide his cock back out of my throat and mouth and do it again. His grunt, the way he grabs my head, grips my hair and pulls me into him. He tells me to choke on his hard cock, every inch, and pull it out nice and slow. I do everything he tells me and I love it.
Malcolm has his camera out. Filming me sucking his cock. Sliding it out of my mouth, he grabs his shaft and slaps his dick across my face. “Look at the camera, my slut. On your knees, where you belong. That’s it. Show him how much you love to please.”
Making eye contact with the camera, I know what Malcolm wants. I’m thinking about Andrew seeing me on camera. I should think of my husband Cami, but I’m not at all.
It was with Andrew that I cheated on my husband. He started all of this. Then Mr. Warner, the founder of the firm I was Vice President of and Andrew fucked me in the CEO’s office, taking turns using my body as I begged them for it. As they demoted me, taking away my position as Vice President of the company, promoting Scott Andersrson to Vice President. The same Scott Anderson who later fucked me in the VP office. Me lying face down orgasming on the desk he took from me. Loving the humiliation and surrendering my power to him.
I hated that I cheated on Cami with Andrew, but I also loved it and didn’t regret it. It woke something in me. I’ve fucked so many men since that day. I was a successful businesswoman. Determined, career driven and independent, Andrew took all that. Now all I think about is looking pretty and getting fucked. My boobs are enhanced and so are my lips that are wrapped around sucking Malcolm’s cock.
That day in the office with Andrew and Mr. Warner was so humiliating I was in tears while they fucked me. Mr. Warner, my mentor, is old enough to be my father. I loved it, though I begged for it. The way he told me what a beautiful ass I have and how it should be on display at the office. The way he desired me. How he was cheating on his own wife to have me. My primal desires betrayed everything I had worked to achieve.
He told me when I was in the boardroom, every man in the room wanted to fuck me. It is true. I have now experienced it, having every man in the room fucking me, and I crave that attention.
I get a little tingle in my pussy when a man talks down to me and treats me like he just wants to fuck me. It makes me want to lift my skirt for him. There is nothing left of the empowered leader I once was. I’m a submissive.
The power suits I once wore are gone. There is more emphasis on my body and appearance than on my mind. My wardrobe has changed so much that my skirts are mid-thigh or shorter and my blouses are more unbuttoned. I trashed my bras and panties, leaving my hardened pierced nipples always on display under my tight shirts and crop tops. Men’s gazes now excite me. I crave them and look for them, loving the male attention. When I see them eye-fuck me when they have another woman on their arms, it just makes me wet.
Now, this is the end of my career. Me on my knees sucking cock on camera. Maybe it was already over. The fact that I have been Andrew’s personal assistant and my work outfits no longer cover my large tits, ass or cunt in a normal way. The career I once had is long gone.
Malcom slaps me across the face again with his cock, jolting it to the side. “Who’s slut are you?” he asks.
Looking up at his phone camera, I tell him. “Yours sir.”
He shoves his cock down my mouth again, causing me to gag on it from his powerful quick thrust into my mouth. “Tell Andrew you are not going back to work for him.” I repeat it and say what he tells me to. He slaps me across the face again with his cock and firmly says. “Tell him he will not fuck you anymore.”
I can’t help but giggle as I look up at the camera. “You will not fuck me anymore!” I say it. Even though I don’t fully mean it. As soon as I do, Malcolm sets his phone down, and he grabs me by my hair and pulls me up to him. His lips crash down on mine, devouring me in a kiss so intense, so demanding, my whole body responds. His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming me, the prize that he has won. He’s taken me from Andrew, and it is Andrew’s own fault. I kiss him back, a low moan escaping my throat.
“Please fuck me,” I whimper.
With a firm grip, he twists my nipple piercing hard until I cry out in pain. “You want my cock inside you?” he slurs. I nod meekly, dumbly.
“I’m going to show you a life you always could have had.” He grunts and pulls my ass into him.
I can feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. bursa eskort The heat radiating from him as the weight of his cock splits me open. I squeal loudly as I get impaled. My wet cunt clenches down as my body recognizes its biological imperative to drain cock. Malcom holds me firm as he masturbates my pussy on his cock. Inch by inch, filling me completely.
“Cum for me, baby” he whispers in my ear. “Oh God,Yes,” I moan, the orgasm ripping through me, causing my body to shake and convulse. I can feel my juices flow around his cock, the intensity and speed of an orgasm that men like Malcolm can give, leaving me trembling beneath him and aching for more.
The swimsuit isn’t as modest as I was hoping for. But it definitely offers more coverage than the string thong bikinis I’ve been wearing all week when I’m not nude. Malcom told me to wear one of those when Cami and the kids arrived, and it made me nervous. So nervous that I told him we needed to go to the island and find something more family-appropriate.
But he keeps reminding me that part of this transformation means getting comfortable showing off my perfect body, being the slut I am, even in front of family and friends. Otherwise, he says, it’s not real.
It’s like I’m now torn between two worlds.
Cami has always encouraged me to wear thong bikinis in public, even at the pool with the kids. It’s a pretty normal accepted style now, even girls my daughter’s age are wearing them. Everything that’s supposed to be covered is. And really, why shouldn’t a mom still feel sexy and dress like it? But I had never worn such revealing swimsuits until I started spending time with Malcolm, on his yacht, at his place in Bermuda, and in all the luxury hotels we’ve stayed in.
When I thought about getting a one-piece, I pictured something like what I used to wear, something with full coverage. But this one? It’s something else. The orange fabric is radiant. The front plunges in a deep V, stopping just below the curve of my breasts, where a sheer mesh panel continues that V down to my waist just above the top of my pussy. My round breasts are fully on display, and since there’s no padding, my nipples and piercings are clearly visible. The back is mostly open, and the bottom is cut high into a thong. I actually giggled when Malcolm insisted this was the one we were buying. He said it would help me ease into wearing my tiny two-piece thong bikinis as the week went on, the ones that barely cover anything but my nipples and pussy.
I hadn’t been this nervous in a long time, and my mind was running with thoughts. I hadn’t thought at all the whole week. That is what I love about being with Malcolm. I don’t have to think, I just do what he tells me to.
I can hear the helicopter. Against Malcolm’s wishes, I grab a fabric sarong and wrap it around my waist to cover my bottom. In my heels, I make my way out to the boat deck where Malcom is already standing looking up at the helicopter landing. His eyes trace up and down my body as he eye fucks me, holding out his hand to bring me close.
“Ooooh!” I scream as he pinches my ass, and then I burst into laughter.
He chuckles. “Don’t make me punish you in front of your family, Riley.” He pulls the sarong away from my body and throws it onto a chair. Rubbing his hand along my bare ass, he smiles and says, “That’s better, fine for now, but still too much fabric for your perfect body.”
I panic again. “I mean, how do I even introduce you? Are you my boss, my boyfriend, just a good friend…? I think this was a terrible idea.” My body shakes. That awful, exposed feeling is creeping in, humiliating and hard to hide.
“Cami already knows me. Just introduces me to the kids as Malcolm. It’ll be okay, Riley,” he says firmly.
The helicopter lands on the helipad on the yacht’s front deck. I press my body closer to Malcolm as the wind whips around us. I feel his lips kiss me on my upper neck just below my ear, causing a tingling sensation to shoot down my body as the helicopter slowly comes to a complete stop.
The doors open and Cami and my son Ethen step out first. My daughter Sienna is right behind them, phone in hand, already taking photos of the yacht. Her face looks like she is in awe.
“Mom!” she shouts, running towards me.
I approach her, ignoring the ridiculous way my heels feel on the boat deck. I’m nervous in front of my family, more than I want to admit. But then Sienna throws her arms around me, and it causes me to giggle with excitement. I can’t remember the last time she was this excited to see me. It seems like for so many years she has hated me.
“You look so good, Mom!” she says, stepping back, looking at me. “That bathing suit is gorgeous. You look so diffrent. You’re glowing, Mom.”
“I’m so happy to see you,” I say, brushing her blond hair behind her ear. “Come on, let’s get you guys into your swimsuits. Malcolm thought everyone would want to relax by the pool before unpacking.”
Stepping forward. Malco;m introduced himself and welcomes everyone aboard. “Let me show you to your rooms so you can put your swimsuits on.”
He leads us down to the lower deck. Sienna and Ethan’s eyes widen. “This entire level is yours. Game room, movie theater, even a private deck off the back.” He smiles and looks at Sienna and Ethan. “We stocked the refrigerator with snacks and drinks your mom says you love.”
Ethen is already opening doors, exploring the suite himself. “No way! I get this room.” He yells.
“Of course, you both have your own rooms,” Malcolm smiles.
Sienna looks around, stunned. “This is unreal Mom!”
Ethan has already grabbed a snack and is eating and turns to me and asks, “Where are you and Dad staying, Mom?”
Malcom answers for me. “Both your mom and Cami will stay upstairs with me on the top level where the main suites are. My owner’s suite is there. We’ll show you later. You two go get changed so we can go enjoy the pool.”
I love seeing my kids so happy. As they are getting ready, I whisper to Cami. “Do you have my wedding rings?”
Cami’s eyes drop. He looks humiliated. “I…I left them at home. I didn’t think…”
Cami took my wedding rings before I got on Malcolm’s private jet. Since Malcolm and I were going to spend a lot of time in public and at public events, Malcolm told Cami he thought it was best that I didn’t wear them and bring unnecessary attention. That is when Cami told me he thought the idea was hot, that I would be openly Malcolm’s girlfriend for the week. Cami also took my clothes right there in the airport hangar, taking part with Malcolm having me walk naked in front of Malcolm’s staff to board the plane.
My heart tightens. I’m upset. “Didn’t think what? That I’d want them back? Cami.” I look towards the kids room doors.
Cami breathes in deep, looking like he is trying to figure out what to say. “I just thought while we were here, you are still with him.”
We’re silent. I’m shocked at what my husband just said to me. I can feel Malcolm’s gaze from across the room.
Later, after a few hours by the pool. It has been a nice afternoon. Sienna even commented to me while I was taking a dip in the pool with her. She doesn’t remember a vacation ever where I wasn’t away on my computer working the whole time. Sienna and Ethen are busy laughing and splashing in the pool, Malcom pulls me aside.
“You and Cami need time,” he says quietly. “I will take the kids to the island for the afternoon. Let you two… reconnect without distraction.”
I nod and thank him. I don’t want Cami and me to have any tension between eachother especially in front of the kids and while they are on vacation. To my surprise, like he can’t resist me, Malcom leans down and kisses me slow and I can’t help but lean in kissing him back. Not sure if the kids can see with his back against them, I look over at Cami, who is staring right at us. I can see a hint of jealousy on his face, but also that voyeuristic stare he gets.
Malcom turns to the kids and gets them to go with him like they’ve always known him. He tells them he is taking them to the island to go shopping and explore so me and Cami can have some time together. Sienna asks if they are going to take the helicopter, and Malcom just laughs, telling her they are taking his boat. He points down to his twin-engine motorboat parked off the back of the yacht. “Can I drive it?” She says with excitement. He laughs and asks her if she has ever driven a boat. She tells him no, but she has her driver’s licence.
Just like that, in the owner’s suite, I’m alone with Cami for the first time in over a week. I don’t know where to begin. We both remain silent.
I breathe slowly, my body still feeling aroused from the kiss Malcolm gave me in front of Cami and the kids. I’d seen it in his eyes, the flicker of jealousy, but something else too. He didn’t stop us, he just stared. He left the rings at home because he wants me to be with Malcolm.
I turn to him. “Did you enjoy watching Malcolm and me kiss?”
His body tenses, shrugging his shoulders. “I wasn’t expecting him to kiss you so openly.”
My eyes narrow. “You didn’t stop it.”
He looks at me, then down at his lap. Cami wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He just takes a deep breath and a pause of silence we both take when we’re trying not to argue.
“I’m not trying to start anything,” I say confused. “You were staring as if you were jealous or excited. Which was it?”
His face flushes, and he looks away. The results of his treatments are showing more now. His hairless body, his arms are thinner than they used to be. He looks softer, more delicate. Maybe I just look at him differently since I fucked him with a strap-on and he begged me to dominate him. Seeing him suck a cock and then put it in my pussy, then I watched another man fuck him like a girl. I know he loves me and is attracted to me, but he is also a sissy. Trapped in his own conflict, a desire to be like me. I don’t think he is gay, but clearly he loves cock the same way I do. It is the reason I think he likes that I’m a slut, that I’m with other men. I am what he desires. Seeing him like this for some strange reason makes me feel better too about myself.