Bubblegum Corruption Pt. 01

I took a break from a recent series to work on some short one offs.

Well, instead I wrote a ~28,000 word novella. This is part one of two.

Its full of coerced bisexuality, sissification, mind control, humiliation, chastity, public sex, and more.

Enjoy!

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This story starts the way a lot of stories start. It starts with a girl.

I saw her as she first walked in, wearing a black lace blouse and faux leather black pants. In her tattooed fingers, she held a bottle of gin.

I was at a party of a friend of a friend. I showed up a couple hours before, but after only a handful of drinks, I had already been thinking about heading home. The loud music and vodka seem to only hit me at the surface, as if a thick layer of glass was separating me from the world.

When she walked in, that glass shattered. The music grew louder, and the light grew brighter. I lifted my drink to wet my dry mouth, and even that seemed more flavorful.

I downed the rest of my drink and immediately determined that I should talk to her.

Her makeup and hair were heavily goth-inspired, dark and piercing. Her skin was tawny brown, and her full lips shimmered with black lipstick.

I walked to the door to meet her, and, since she was wearing a pair of multi-buckled high platform boots, I had to look up to meet her eyes.

Fuck, I really should've come up with something to say. Would complimenting her style be best? Or would it be better to just straight up introduce myself? I could always do the classic trick of pretending I recognized her to start off some semblance of conversation.

That's when I realized that, mulling over these options in my mind, I had just been standing there and staring at her for several seconds."Hi," I said.

Fuck.

She gave me a wry smile and look me up and down. "Hi," she said. Her voice was sultry and soft, as if she was wrapping up each word in velvet.

"Hi," I said.

Fuck.

"I mean," I continued, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jesse."

"I'm Clara," she said. She started to turn and walk toward the living room.

"Wait," I said in a quiet voice. "This is... This is really forward, but I think you're beautiful."

She gave me that same damn smile again. "Of course you do," she said.

She oozed confidence, and I looked at her lips, wondering what they would feel like against mine.

"You're staring," she said, keeping her smile on her face.

"Sorry," I said, looking away.

"I didn't say to stop," she said.

I brought my eyes back up to hers. She had her chin tilted slightly upwards, looking down on me.

"C--could I give you my number?" I asked. "Or can I have yours?"

This was fully unexplored territory for me. I am generally a shy person, and the idea of approaching somebody, let alone asking for their number, was far outside of my character. She had this magnetism, though, and that wicked confidence had me beside myself.

"I'm mainly into girls, sweetie," she said, an apologetic look on her face.

I felt my heart crumble in my chest. This woman, who I had met less than five minutes ago, broke my heart. "Oh," I said, trying to play it off, "I get it. For sure."

Then she turned fully to me. She had already been mostly facing me, but it was in the same conversational stature that Most people have. Only now did she turn completely, and it was as if the sun itself had focused all of its rays on me. She stood, tall and full-bodied, like a statue towering over me. She moved her mascara-lined eyes up and down my body, her gaze examining over each part of me methodically, outlining my legs and chest before landing on my face. I tried to make eye contact with her, but at that moment, she didn't see me as a person to look at. She saw me as a question to answer.

I shifted uncomfortably. I was never the most muscular person I knew, and no matter how much my parents had told me I would grow more, I never did. As such, I was a skinny 5'8". I tried to style my clothes to compliment my body type, but I could never seem to find a way to do so exactly. I was wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie.

My thick hair was cut short. I hated to do all the maintenance that was needed to keep up longer styles. I'd also been trying to grow facial hair for the last Three years, but it always grew in thin. For that night, I was clean-shaven.

She blinked, and her near-robotic state faded away. She smiled. Her teeth were so white against her black lipstick. "Alright," she said. "I've been looking for someone new to eat my ass," she said. "Do you follow orders well?"

I was taken aback for a second. She was so forward, and the request was so lewd. I had eaten pussy a couple of times... but ass? Never. Still, I would do it for her. I looked around, seeing if anyone else had heard. Nobody seemed focused on us. I nodded. My cock stirred.

"Say it," she said.

"I can... I can follow orders," I said.

"Good," she said. She reached into our pocket and pulled out a cellophane-coated piece of candy. It crinkled as she unfurled the wrapper.

It was a piece of pink bubblegum, and she hopped it into her mouth without looking away from me.

After chewing it only a few times, Clara stepped closer, and she put her lips against mine. Her breath was hot, and she tasted like sugar.

She explored my lips with her tongue, and I parted them. She slipped the chewed piece of gum from her mouth to mine as I continued to helplessly suck at her tongue.

She pulled back, leaving me with the gum. She held out her phone.

"Here's my cell. You put your number in, and I'll shoot you a text if I feel like it, OK?"

She offered her phone to me, and I grabbed it eagerly, nodding. Whatever she had been looking for, she must've found it. I put my number in her phone and hit save. I gave her back her cell, and she turned and walked away.

As it turns out, she had just come to drop off the bottle of gin for her friend, so in the next five minutes, she was gone.

I left soon after and masturbated as soon as I got home, still chewing that thick pink bubblegum with a thick smear of her black lipstick on my lips. The bubblegum had an extra flavor to it, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

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Several days passed before I heard from Clara. I was in my third year of college, so it wasn't like I wasn't able to keep busy, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about her. The way she made me feel and the way she lit everything around her on fire sent shivers across my skin.

Then, while I was in class, my phone buzzed.

Hey, ass eater. Come to my apartment.

The number was unrecognized, but I immediately knew it was her. The class was a small cohort, but I still immediately packed up my things. The professor gave me a sideways glance as I left, still scrambling to get everything in order.

As I stumbled into the hall, I pulled out my phone again and typing with shaking fingers.

Omw! What's your address?

My phone buzzed again moments later as her apartment complex and number flashed across my screen. I practically ran through the hallways to the parking lot.

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In no time, I was pulling up to her place and parking my Honda Civic. I tried not to sprint as I stepped out of my car and walked to the door.

I swallowed hard. I had been thinking about this girl night after night, and now I was going to get a chance to... To what? Jusr eat her ass? I had to admit, it wasn't ideal. The idea of tasting her of course had me ready to do anything, but I would've liked to leave the door open for more. I could already tell I would let her ruin my life if she wanted to. If she wasn't looking for a relationship with a girl, I would have thrown everything in for her.

I raised my hand to knock on the door, but it opened before I could bring it down.

Standing in the door frame was a light-skinned man who towered over me. He was slim, but covered in muscle, and in one hand he held a smoking joint.

I turned red. "Sorry," I said. "I must have the wrong apartment." I turned to leave.

"Clara," he yelled, looking over his shoulder, "that little guy you were telling me about is here to eat your ass."

I froze. I wanted to turn all around me to see if anybody had heard him, but my body wouldn't move. She had told someone? And she had told this guy? Who even was he?

These thoughts and more raced through my brain, but I couldn't bring myself to ask any of them.

He turned back to me. "Come on in," he said. She's upstairs"

Right then, I thought about leaving. The whole interaction was just too weird. Something stopped me, though. Imagining Clara, and imagining her face staring back at me, made me hold my tongue. Maybe he was just a roommate, and maybe they just had that kind of low-inhibitions relationship. What was there to be ashamed of anyway? I was here to please a beautiful woman.

I nodded to the man, and he stepped aside to let me in. As I passed him, I smelled cologne, weed, and sex.

I saw a pile of shoes next to the door, so I took off my own and put them next to a pair that had to be the tall man's. Mine were dwarfed in comparison to them, at least four sizes smaller.

I got to the top of the stairs, and only one door was open. Then, I heard her voice, and my brain melted. "I'm in here," she said.

I floated forward, feeling the soft carpet underneath my feet with each step. I pushed the door open with a creak. I smelled sex in here too, and to imagine that I was smelling Clara made it all the more overwhelming.

Droning, whispering music played through the room. It was weird. It was almost like multiple different voices all overlapping with one another, but it was indistinct. Very soon, it faded into the background, and I became wholly unconscious of it.

Clara was lying on the bed face down. She was propped up on her elbows, scrolling through her phone.

She was naked save for a pair of black socks and a choker. Although she still had her black hair, mascara, and lipstick, it was all done much more casually. The crisp, dramatic lines from the last time I had seen her were now softer, more smoky. She was covered in black linework tattoos. Some were of ghosts and skulls, and some were purely for design, thick black shatter lines that ran between the others.

I felt like I was seeing her really in her natural state. Her back curved gently, her smooth brown skin shining with a thin layer of sweat.

I felt my throat go dry as I took in the rest of her body.

Her thick, round ass and muscular legs looked as if they were sculpted, made to show the ideal human form, and even her arms, supporting her and hiding her chest, looked like those of a goddess.

She looked up and barely made eye contact with me before going back to her phone. She only moved one hand, curling her finger in a "come here" motion to me.

I finally read the text tattooed on her fingers.

SLOW BURN

I shuffled forward. My cock was hard in my pants, and I was doing my best not to imagine what it clearly just happened. she had just had sex with the man who had seen downstairs. No matter how much I denied it, she had been with him.

There was nothing wrong with that, right? A lot of people were poly, and this was our first time getting to really know each other. She said that she preferred girls, but clearly she had been with him, so there was some way in, right?

I was standing over her now, and without saying anything, she just lifted her hips, and she moved one hand back to spread one ass cheek.

As she parted her perfect body for me, I saw her fully exposed. I also saw that, from her full bush to her ass, thick white cum clung to nearly every surface.

My heart dropped. I wanted to taste her, but doing this... Tasting another man... That just felt completely out of the realm of possibility.

I finally found my voice. "Um," I said, "I think that there's..."

"Do you want me to call someone else?" She asked.

I suddenly became aware of the hypnotic, whispering song that was playing again. It was so calming...

I pursed my lips and looked at the pool of white semen dripping from her. This wouldn't be gay if I wasn't doing it for the cum, right? It was just a way to get my foot in the door. It was to show her how much I was willing to please her. By the time I was done, I could win her over and maybe she would even think about letting things between us go even farther. Who cared anyway? It's not like anybody would be interrogating me about this later.

"No, "I said. "It's okay..." I put one knee on the bed, causing it to sink in and her to move a little bit. I saw the sticky load shine as another drop ran down to her thigh.

"Then just listen to the music and start slow, honey," she said. Her voice was in an even, calm tone.

I just had to not think about it.

I pushed every thought of men and jizz from my mind, and I leaned forward, bringing my face closer and closer to her exposed, clean-shaven holes.

Oh, God. The basic smell of cum, almost like a mild house cleaner, mixed with the smell of her wet pussy and filled my nostrils. With a ripple of arousal, I felt my cock grow even more hard.

I blinked and stuck out my tongue, moving toward the point of no return until I was only a centimeter away. I could feel the heat from her ass cheeks.

The droning song continued.

Then I felt her hand. She had snaked it down her back, and now she brought it to my head. She ran her fingers through my hair, playing with it for a moment. Then she lifted her hips up and brought my face down for the final step, shoving me deep into her cream-covered ass.

As cum was pushed into my cheeks, lips, and nose, the first thing that hit me was the taste. It was lightly tangy, but not wholly unpleasant. I felt a surge of shame as I realized I didn't absolutely hate the taste of another man's spunk.

I tried to lift my head and get enough room to gasp for air, but as soon as I did, she pulled my head with more force back into her ass, and she started grinding against it, using my face to soak up every drop that had been spilled onto her. I was being smothered by her.

"You like that, honey?" She purred. "Do you like tasting mommy's ass, you fucking sissy?"

Sissy? I hadn't heard an insult like that in years, but the way she said it was like it was full of meaning. I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest as she loosened her grip for a moment so I could answer. "Y--yes," I said, not wanting to ruin my chance at getting something more with her.

God, I was pathetic. Even as she was making me lap up the remnants of another man from her, I was still imagining that I would somehow convince her to ride off into the sunset with me.

I thought I heard words in the whispers of the music. The words "pink" and "stretch" stuck out to me.

"I knew you would," she said, guiding my head back down to her ass.

I wanted to do my best to make a good impression, but even more, something deep inside me made me crave her pleasure. Above all else, I wanted her to feel good. I started to move my tongue, dragging it across her asshole. It was tight, but started to loosen at my touch.

I hated to say it, but as I drank the cum from her, I felt my mouth start to water. I was only liking this in spite of the cum of course, but when you taste something so strong, your body is bound to respond.

I tried not to think too hard about it as I pushed past the entrance to her asshole with my tongue, slipping into her.

She gasped. "Oh," she said, "you are working hard to impress. "

I felt a wave of pride wash over me, and I doubled my efforts.

She started moving, riding back on my tongue as I pushed deeper. Her ass cheeks began to bounce against my face, and as I rested a hand on her hips, I felt them flex with each movement.

I had already surprised her once, so I wondered if I could do it again. I continued, licking and tongue-fucking her, but I carefully moved one hand around her thigh, inching closer to her pussy.

Then pain shot through my scalp. She had grabbed my hair in a handful, and was pulling it as hard as she could while keeping my face buried in her ass. "I didn't say you could touch my cunt, you dickless beta bitch," she said.

I nodded as best I could and tapped on her leg, begging for her to release me.

She loosened her grip, but kept my hair intertwined in her fingers. "Because you did that, I'm going to make a phone call now," she said, "and you're not going to move that tongue from my fucking asshole, are you, sweetie?"

I gave a small shake of my head, but I didn't stop licking. She was silent for a moment as she was dialing a phone number. When she spoke next, her voice had changed. It had become more casual and less condescending. I realized that she had been talking down to me.

"Hey, Ron," she said. "I was just calling to see if you wanted to do anything tonight."

I slowed my pace slightly as she spoke. Was she talking to another guy while I was still with her? Embarrassment swelled in my chest. She pulled my hair again, and I winced, speeding up again. I had already cleaned almost all of the massive load from her, and now was focused on worshipping her asshole.

"No," she said. "I'm not doing anything right now. I just have a girlfriend over." She giggled before continuing. "No, I don't think that she'd be open for that."

I felt my cheeks burn, but I didn't stop.

"Alright," she said. "I'll see you in 30. And bring those cuffs from last time."

She hung up the phone, but she didn't speak to me at first. Since she didn't tell me to stop, I still moved my tongue, finding myself unable to slow down until she told me to.

Was she on the phone with another guy? Right after she had clearly just had sex? I hadn't even been considered for the fucking part. She had only referenced to me as a "girlfriend."

"Alright," she said. "You can go." She let go of my hair, and I brought my face up, feeling the cold air on my cum-soaked cheeks.

I paused. "A--aren't you mainly into girls?" I asked. I had meant it to sound challenging, but my voice sounded meek, even to me.

"To date, yeah," she said, rolling over and facing me. "I like to have fun with these fuckboys though."

My breath was taken away. When she rolled over, I saw her amazing body in its entirety. Her large tits looked heavy, carrying their own gravity, and her brown nipples and perfect belly button were pierced. A large spiral tattooed in black in was emblazoned across her chest.

I could die happy looking at her.

But another feeling filled me: jealousy. She didn't even consider me as someone to have fun with. I was just the cleanup crew. She had called this "Ron," but I had only gotten a text.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Instead, I swallowed my pride. "I--I'd do anything to spend some time with you," I said. My face turned red as soon as I said it. Of all the cringy and desperate things to say...

But she just smiled. This wasn't the same as her wry, seductive smile. It was as if she was taking pity on me. "You really would," she said. "Wouldn't you?"

The music kept playing, hissing words and muttering.

I just nodded, raising a hand and wiping away a drop of cum that was rolling down my jaw.

"I just really like big alpha guys for a random fuck," she sighed, "and no matter how good that tongue of yours is... you don't strike me as that type."

I dropped my head, feeling tears start well in my eyes. I fully embarrassed myself and laid bare everything, in her words felt sharp against my skin.

"And all you guys just think with your dick too much to actually date you like I would a girl," she said, reaching to the floor to grab a t-shirt. It was for some band, written in an unreadable scratchy font.

"I wouldn't," I said. "I'd always put you first."

I just met this girl less than a week ago, and I was already throwing myself headfirst into something. The scariest part was that I meant every word.

"It's not something that you can just control," she said. "Unless.... No."

I jumped at this. "What is it?" I asked, trying not to let too much hope seep into my tone.

"Well, there is one way to make you forget about all that kind of stuff..." She said. "But there's no that you would actually do it."

"I would," I said with as much confidence as I could muster. Anything she needed, I would do. If I got to actually be with her, anything would be worth it. I didn't even know Clara's last name, but I knew I would do anything she wanted.

She put the t-shirt on and stood up, stretching. "Have you ever heard of a chastity cage?" She asked.

I blinked. "Like... for a penis?" I asked. I had heard of them before, but only in passing.

She laughed. "Yeah, for a penis."

"Sure," I said.

She walked over to her Victorian-style vanity, still pantless, and pulled open a drawer. She grabbed a red silk bag with a drawstring and threw it to me.

I undid the delicate bow, and I spilled the contents into my palm. In my hand, a metal ring with a matching metal sheath for a flaccid cock shone back at me. A keyhole was flush with where they met.

I looked up at Clara. She looked at me expectedly. "Put it on," she said, "and I will start to consider the possibility of seeing you as more than just a tongue for my ass, sissy."

I nodded and shyly moved my hands to my jeans, undoing and pulling them down to reveal my dick.

My cock was average, but Clara still stifled a laugh.

I looked up at her, my cheeks pink.

"Sorry," she said. "Just I usually see bigger ones. yours is perfectly fine."

The words "perfectly fine" shot into my heart. I never prided in myself on my size, but having a woman I had almost immediately fallen for describe my penis with a synonym for "adequate" stung.

Clara stepped closer, and soon I could feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke.

"If you put this on," she said, "I get to own your cock. Every orgasm you have will be because of me, and every ache you feel in your balls because you haven't cum will be because of me. Do you want me to own you?"

"Y--yes."

"Say please, beta," she said, putting a fake pouty face on.

I felt a shiver through my body. "Yes, please."

"Then put it on already," she said with a smirk. "I have company in 25 minutes."

I took a deep breath. This was my way to prove that I was worth spending time with. I pulled the two pieces of the chastity cage apart, first taking the ring in one hand and putting my balls and shaft through it. It was a tight fit, but once it was on, it wasn't uncomfortable. All of the shame and frustration had chased my erection away thankfully, so I didn't have to fight too much.

Then I had to push on the part that was going to contain my actual shaft. At first, it felt constricting and claustrophobic, but as I pushed the lock into place, an overwhelming sense of arousal rose inside of me.

Clara grabbed a key from the same drawer she had gotten the cage from, and she dropped to her knees. Her hands rose, and she cradled my swollen balls and caged dick in her hands. I tingled at her touch.

Oh, God. I could imagine her right there on her knees, her lips around my dick and sucking--

Click.

That sound erased any thought I had, and it seemed to echo in the near-silence of the room. The strange song continued to play its tones and voices, and I swore I could feel it reverberate through the metal cage.

Clara stood up and smiled at me. Just like that, I was now wearing a chastity device for this near-stranger. Reality sunk in. I didn't really know this woman. I didn't have a backup key. I had just thrown any possibility of self-determination away because of a wild and ravenous urge to please someone I barely knew. I felt my heart race.

I listened to the music and tried to calm myself.

She reached down and swiped a finger across the tip of the cage, and I saw a thick droplet of precum hanging from her black fingernail. Clara brought it up to her lips, and she sucked it off.

My dick tried to grow hard, but the cage restrained me. I really was completely under her control through and through now.

"Okay," she said. "I'll text you." She smiled and walked to the door, holding it open for me.

I awkwardly pulled my pants up, headed down the stairs, and started to leave in a daze.

"Oh," she said. "Take some of this too."

She leaned over and grabbed a pack of gum from her side table. It had no label, and it looked handmade.

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The following days were torture.

At first, I didn't even know what to do with myself. I hoped that she would text or call me as soon as I got home, but I had no such luck. All I had to remember her by was this damn cage, some bubblegum, and an intense feeling of shame.

What do you even do after that? I tried watching TV to distract myself play a video game or two, but nothing could hold my interest. I just keep thinking about Clara and the cage. I popped a stick of gum every day or so, and I started to get accustomed to the bizarre aftertaste. I couldn't name it, but I wanted more as soon as I spit the gum out.

I decided to do research about this cage, still chewing a stick of gum and blowing a small bubble every so often.

With the entirety of the Internet at my disposal, I would be stupid to not at least try to learn more.

I had heard of these things, but I never realized how big the community was or how popular it had become. I found forum after online forum discussing them, with users posting their own pictures, telling stories, and writing captions.

It seemed like most people who were into this kind of thing like the denial. Giving control to somebody else and being damn near helpless is a kink in and of itself.

I'm ashamed to admit that, as I read more and more, I could feel the cage tightened between my legs. I never considered myself a submissive person, but now that I had met Clara, I imagined every story and picture as her and me with her holding the key. I was intoxicated by her.

There were a lot of different slices to the chastity cake. My head spun trying to taste them all.

I even found the exact make and model of the cage Clara had given me, and I read the reviews.

WolfGuyPrendo: I was on the fence, but this chastity device is really one of the best. Love the comfortability and lock system.

It was good to hear that the cage was a good one at least. Most of these accounts sounded like they had good experiences.

SissyGirl1996: I used this cage for a year, and I loved it! It's time to downsize though...

A whole year? I wondered how long I'd be wearing this thing. And "sissy..." that was what Clara had called me last time I saw her. It must have just been a coincidence. I blew a bubble and snapped it in my mouth.

PathFollower: Best cage I've E-V-E-R bought! Perfect for extreme long-term usage.

I swallowed and reread "extreme long-term."

I shut off my computer. It didn't really matter in the end. If Clara wanted me to do it, I would do it. That was all.

The first night was the worst. You never realize how often your dick gets hard while you sleep until you have a device that prevents you from actually getting hard. As my cock inflated, it would pull the cage away from my body, tugging at my balls until I woke up sore and in pain.

I sat up in a cold sweat every couple hours like that, eventually using ice packs to bring my erection down.

What's more, it was hard to keep my regular routine during the day at first. I was constantly nervous that somebody would see my cage through a pair of jeans or sweatpants, so I kept opting for long sweaters and untucked shirts. It was like Clara was with me every moment of every day, wrapping her fingers around me and reminding me that she was there.

Three days later, I got my first text from her since I had gotten caged.

On the north side of campus. You close, sissy?

I was in the library when I got the text, and I almost jumped out of my seat. There was that word again. I made a mental note to ask her about it when I got a chance

Yes! Where are you? I texted back.

My phone buzzed again.

The woods by Smith Hall.

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My heart was in my throat the whole time that I ran through campus. Just a thought of seeing Clara again had me forgetting every single trouble I had run into the past few days.

It was a weekday evening, so the woods were quiet when I walked in. Students would smoke weed here once it got dark, but it was still too bright. That didn't stop me from being somewhat apprehensive about meeting Clara here.

But what could I do?

I looked all around the main entrance to the trail and made sure that there was nobody who could see me before I took off.

After walking for a bit, wondering if Clara had already left, I heard a voice from a bit off the path.

"Hey, you," she said.

I turned and saw Clara leaning against a tree. Once again, she was drop dead gorgeous. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a striped white short sleeve shirt, and loose fitting jeans with hand-painted bone designs down the seams were draped over her shapely legs.

"About time," she said, smiling at me. "How have the first few days been?"

"Hard. Or, I guess not hard."

"And you didn't even text me to ask for the key," she said. I walked closer. Her makeup was immaculate. "I'm proud of you."

"It was nothing," I said, trying to hide how much glee I was feeling at her praise.

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh," she said. "Tough guy."

She reached for her belt. She undid it and pulled down her zipper, possibilities raced through my brain. Would she unlock me now? Had I proven myself? Would we be caught here?

She shimmied her hips as she lowered her jeans and turned around. A black lace thong was wedged between her beautiful ass cheeks. "I know it's an odd location," she said, "but I was on campus, and I just love nature, don't you? Swallow your gum."

"Y--yeah," I said, swallowing the pink sticky candy and feeling it travel down my esophagus.

She leaned over, using a tree as support, and pulled her underwear to the side. Her dark hair had dewdrops of arousal that reflected the late-day light, but there was no cum this time. I felt something inside my chest. Almost disappointment? I didn't want more cum specifically, but this felt like a step back from where we had been.

Still, I walked over, sunk to my knees in the dirt, and buried my face between her cheeks. Without the taste of semen, I could taste more of her sweat, and her pheromones quickly cast their spell over me, turning me into jelly. A gust of wind swept through the canopy, and the leaves sang as they rattled against one another.

"You like being at my beck and call, Jess?" She asked.

I nodded without moving my face, using my tongue to explore every inch of her, careful not to travel too far and risk her pulling my hair again.

"You've done so well in chastity, I should reward you," she said.

I sped up, trying to show how eager I was.

She moved her hand between her legs, and I heard her fingers start to move over her wet pussy. I wanted nothing more than to taste her. I would worship her ass as long as she wanted, but to have her cum run down my chin instead of another man's... My cage tightened.

"Do you wanna come over for a little date on Saturday?" She asked.

I hummed in response.

"But I just don't know if you're still thinking with your dick," she said, her breaths getting shorter.

My heart sank. I tried to shake my head, but it was difficult to do so while pushing my tongue in and out of her ass. I felt like putty in her tattooed fingers.

"You'd watch some sensitivity videos to make sure you really understand a woman, right?" She purred. Her fingers didn't stop moving on her pussy, and I could hear how wet she was.

I hummed, my lips still kissing and sucking at her asshole.

"Good slut," she said. "You're showing mommy that you are so ready for her.

I didn't stop. I wanted to hear her praise me again, and the best way to do that was to make her feel good.

"I'm gonna send you a a little file tonight," she said. "Can you listen to it for me, baby?"

I hummed again. her fingers moved faster, now in and out of her. Her muscles started to tense. I could tell she was close.

"Promise me that you're gonna listen" she said, "and mommy will let you cum on Saturday for being such a good little chastity slut this week."

I felt my cock throb in my cage as soon as she mentioned the possibility of an orgasm. I spoke without removing my face or tongue from her. I tried to say "I promise," but my voice was almost fully muffled.

Still, she understood. "That's a good girl," she said. "Now mommy's going to come on your face, okay sweetie?"

I redoubled my efforts, and even though my tongue and jaw were getting sore, I refused to let them stop.

Then I heard a gasp from the trail.

Clara's hand reached back and clamped my head in place before I could react, her fingers still wet from her pussy. "There's people watching you now, sissy," she said. "Don't you stop just when you get a crowd."

Oh, God. People could see me like this, I had no clue who it was or how many people were there. I couldn't move my head against her grip, so after a moment of hesitation, I kept licking.

"Good girl," she purred, moving her hand back to her cunt.

I could hear chattering from the trail and laughing. It sounded like a small group of girls with a couple guys too. If my face had been visible, they would have seen how crimson I was.

"Keep licking at my ass in front of them, baby," Clara said. "You're putting on such a good show."

In no time, Clara started to shake, and she sighed. Then, I felt her ass tense, and she let out a deep, satisfied moan. I felt something wet hit my chest.

She had squirted, leaving a large, wet stain on my t-shirt.

We sat like that for a minute, her pressed against a tree with her jeans around her knees, and me with my face deep in her ass and a wet shirt. I heard steps, and the voices from the trail eventually faded as they walked further down the path.

I wondered who had seen me. I wondered why I didn't care as much as I should have.

Then she uprighted herself, slowly and gingerly, and she pulled her pants up. She towered over me.

"Alright," she said. "I gotta get back to class. I've been gone for like 15 minutes."

She leaned over, and she kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes. She was warm, and the heat from her lips cascaded over every inch of my body, filling every muscle with energy.

When I opened my eyes again, she was already walking away. I stood, pulled out my phone, and looked in the reflection of the screen. A huge, black kiss mark was on my forehead, and my shirt was obviously soaked in the front.

I walked out of the woods and all the way home like that, black lipstick on my forehead and reeking of sex.

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She sent me a link at 10 p. m. along with a message.

This is a subliminal messaging file to make sure that you're understanding a woman's needs. Put it on while you sleep! You did so good today. <3

I was in my room alone, and the walls between me and my neighbor were thick enough to prevent me from worrying he would hear anything, so I clicked on the file link, and it brought me to a drive. Only one video was in there, titled "Jessi. mp3."

She had spelled my name wrong, replacing the last "e" with an "i," but to be honest, I was just happy she had remembered my name at all.

I opened it, and it pulled up a player The file was six hours long! Jesus. I didn't have time to hear it all before I slept, so I just scrubbed through. Mostly it was just tones of varying pitch, but a faint whispery voice was overlaid as well. I understood none of the words, but I assumed they were about women's empowerment and stuff like that.

I was still reeling from the day, so I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and I went to bed, starting the file as I did.

I'm generally not a deep sleeper. I toss, turn, and I wake up every few hours. There's some nights that when I wake up, I can't get back to sleep at all. That is to say, I was usually restless.

So when I woke up the next morning Without having stirred once in the exact same position that I fall asleep, I was surprised.

Even more impressive than the quality of my sleep was the quality of my mood. I went to bed a lot earlier than usual last night, but any given morning, I usually wanted to do nothing more than obliterate whatever alarm clock or phone was trying to stir me. Today, however, I felt full of energy. I sat up and reached for the blinds, letting sunlight stream in and set the room aglow.

It was a Friday, and I felt like life was good.

I opened my phone. The file Clara had sent me had played all the way through, and it had a little checkmark next to the file now. Was that why I felt so well-rested? I never believed that subliminal messaging worked, but hey, if something helps me sleep, I won't argue.

I had to get to class, so I went to get ready for the day.

As I started to brush my teeth, I sighed in relief. I had just brushed last night, but as I explored my gumline and cheeks, it felt heavenly.

I even started to brush my tongue. I had read somewhere that that was good for you, and now I plunged my toothbrush deeper and deeper until I could feel it tickle my throat.

God, did brushing my teeth always feel this good?

I let toothpaste dribble down my chin, and I realized that my cage was incredibly tight.

Oh, fuck. I was straining against my cage just after brushing my teeth. I looked at the clock. I had wasted so much time brushing my tongue, that now I didn't have time to eat breakfast.

I groaned. Right then I was craving yogurt so bad. A huge bowl preferably. Just smooth, creamy yogurt.

Then I thought of Clara, and I pulled out my phone to text her as I got dressed.

Listened last night. Made me crazy sleepy!

She texted back very soon after.

Good girl! If you slept heavily that means it's probably taking effect pretty quick.

Taking effect? I guess I did feel pretty in-tune with what Clara would probably want, but I didn't feel drastically different.

I popped another piece of bubblegum in my mouth, excited to give my restless mouth something to do.

She had called me "girl" again... I decided to brush it off. It probably was just how she talked. At least she said I was good.

I hearted her message and headed off to class.

My brain was clear the whole day, but I couldn't focus. I couldn't get Clara off my mind.

A few hours later, when I had time to burn, I decided to text her again.

Hey, Clara! Sorry if this is forward, but I wanted to see if you needed me today!

A few anxious minutes passed as I waited for her to respond.

My place again. You got 20 minutes to get here.

I chewed my gum and paused before responding.

Will it be like the first time?

Her chat popped up quickly.

Lmao are you asking if I'll have another guys load hot n ready for you when you get here?

My face burned.

Not like that! I just wanted to know! It doesn't matter to me.

The three dots popped up and disappeared as she began to type but decided not to send the message.

I sighed, swallowed my gum, and headed for her place.

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I pulled up to her apartment as soon as I could.

Knocking on the door again, I wasn't surprised this time when a man answered the door. He was a different man than Clara had over last time. What I was surprised by, though, was that he was fully nude.

I opened my eyes wide, and after instinctively looking at his naked form, I tried to move my eyes to meet his.

From the brief glance I got, I saw how large his cock was. He was only semi-erect, and still he was damn near 8 inches long. Jesus, I thought dicks like that only existed in porn. Thick veins spiderwebbed up and down his shaft, and his smooth shaven balls hung low.

The man's face was handsome and sharp, and a trimmed beard accentuated his jawline. The rest of his body hair was well-kept and dark.

"Is Clara around?" I asked, trying to play this off as if it was even close to normal.

"Yeah," he said, stepping aside. His cock swayed. "She told me to tell you to just go to the living room downstairs."

I entered, and the smell of sex hit me again.

This marked the second time I had been in Clara's apartment, and each time it felt like I was entering another world.

The atrium was small, so I had to shuffle past the naked man. I only came up to his chin, and as I stepped past him, I could almost feel the warmth of his body.

Just like the time before, I kicked off my shoes, but this time I headed downstairs.

I had been to homes in this apartment complex before, and since they all were cast from the same mold, I knew what to expect from the home layout. Most of these two bedroom homes had two students, and I had previously assumed that Clara's situation was no different.

Once I saw the living room though, I knew that Clara did not have any roommates. At least, if she did, they had given her complete artistic freedom with decor.

almost the entirety of the room was lined with dark tapestries, maroons and blacks absorbing any ambient light. They were of varying patterns, but altogether they created a subtle effect of the room going on forever in any given direction.

Candelabras with half-melted candles stood on the coffee table, and the lamps that now illuminated the room were antique with black lampshades. Various bookshelves around the room were filled with novels, but tchotchkes and curios were set in front of them to display. it almost felt like I was entering Clara's very mind.

More captivating than the room, however, was her. Clara was facing me, leaning over the dining room table. She wore a full length black dress that hugged every curve of her body, but right now it was hiked up to her hips.

"Hey there, Jessi," she said, parting, her black lips to give me a smile.

"Hey, Clara," I said dreamily. Every time I interacted with her, I fell deeper under her spell.

"Sorry to rush you," she said, "but as you might've seen, I have Cameron waiting for me upstairs, and I don't want him to get a patient. "

So after I left, she was going to have sex with that man? She was going to take that massive cock into her? I shuddered. I really didn't stand a chance compared to those standards. It really was a beautiful dick, after all.

What was I thinking? A beautiful dick? It was huge, sure, but did I really think it was beautiful? I never thought that about another man's genitals in terms of aesthetic quality before.

I pushed that out of my mind, blaming it on being in chastity. Without regular release, everything felt sexual, right?

"I don't mind at all," I said, trying to be the perfect partner for her. "Whatever makes you feel good."

"Oh, baby," she said, "you saw that dick. How could he not make me feel good?"

I felt my cheeks flush at the thought of her cumming on another man.

So get over here," she said.

I walked around the table to her, trying to shake off my nerves. Cameron was going to have sex with her that day, but it was me that was going on a date with her on Saturday. I was in it for the war, not the battle.

As I rounded the table, I saw that her ass and pussy were once again free of cum. I didn't particularly expect any this time, especially since she had mentioned that she would be having sex only after I left, but I felt something shifted in my chest, and I paused.

"What is it, princess?" She asked, her voice dripping with honey. "Is something missing?"

"No... I just..."

"Did you want me to have a creamy load ready for you when you got here?" She asked.

My face burned. I tried to open my mouth to say no, but for some reason I couldn't. Just the thought of it... The thick layer of cum covering every surface of her... It made me feel full of butterflies.

"It's okay, Jessi," she said. "With that sensitivity training from last night, you just want me to feel good, right? And you know how good that being fucked feels for me, right?"

That must be it. I only wanted Clara to feel as good as possible, and I didn't want her to have to hold off for my sake. God, that sensitivity training must have really worked. "Yes," I said. "Exactly."

so you want me to call Cameron down here to cum on me before you eat my asshole, right?" She said. She looked over her shoulder at me expectedly.

I blushed and felt myself nodding.

"That's a good girl," she said, trailing her eyes over me before turning back around. "Cameron! Come here!"

I heard the steps creak from upstairs as Cameron grew closer. He must've been waiting in Clara's room. When he got to the kitchen, I saw his face and sculpted body, but what immediately pulled my attention was his dick at full mast. It was 9 inches long and thick, with its engorged head colored a beautiful pink-purple. His whole member, from his head to his balls, shone with lube. He must've been keeping himself ready for Clara, prepared to enter her as soon as she was done with me.

Clara turned to me. "Oh," she said, almost sounding disappointed. "Cameron's not gay, so I don't know if you'll be able to stay."

"I can... I can leave," I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my own voice. Why was I just submitting to this woman?

"Unless..." Clara said, tilting her head a bit sideways as if she was trying to see me in a new light. "Unless you're willing to go put a little something on for us. It might help him think about you less."

I didn't know what she wanted me to put on, but it didn't matter. If it was a robe, I would cover myself, or if it was a blindfold, I would blind myself. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be in the room while Clara felt pure pleasure. I found my eyes drifting back to Cameron's dick. I wondered how it would look too, moving in and out of her and pulsating as it came.

"It should all be folded on the vanity upstairs for you," Clara said with a smile. "Hurry up. I'm going to get started with Cameron."

I wondered how she knew to leave something folded on ready for me, but I didn't ask.

I nodded, and I quickly walked to the stairs, trying ti hurry.

When I got to Clara's room, I immediately saw what she was talking about. For one, it was the single thing in the room that wasn't black or black adjacent.

It was pink.

As I picked up the item and let it unfurl in my hands, I felt a catch in my throat. Could I really wear this? Everything in me screamed no, but somewhere, something whispered yes.

That something sent a ripple through my body, and as I turned over the fabric in my hand, I found myself wondering what it would feel and look like.

The ripple became a wave, and I now couldn't imaginenot wearing it.

Now for the scary part.

I carefully put each piece of clothing on, checking myself in the mirror before coming down.

When I came back downstairs, Clara and Cameron had already started, and I had been transformed.

"Look at you," Clara said, the widest and most genuine smile I had seen yet from her spreading across her face.

I was wearing a rose pink lingerie set with white stockings. The lingerie, consisting of a bra, panties, and a frilly garter, was perfectly sized to me, feeling comfortable and soft on my skin. Around my neck, a thick white collar with an O-ring jingled. She had even included white heels that fit me perfectly.

"Is this alright?" I asked, folding my hands in front of me.

What was wrong with me? I never would have done this just a week ago. Now I belonged to this seductress and was asking if the lingerie she was having me wear was satisfactory.

I looked up into Cameron's eyes, and he was staring back at me with fire. He was only starting with Clara, and once we saw each other, he pushed deeper into her.

She moaned. "Somebody likes what they see," she said.

I blushed. Was he really fucking her harder because of me? My cock tried to grow hard in my cage.

Cameron just grunted and slapped Clara on the ass.

She squealed. Between them, it seems like Cameron was the dominant one. If I just been more of a man and less subservient, maybe it would've been me behind her.

"Come get a better view, Jessi," she said. "I want you to see exactly what Cameron's doing to me. It'll help you learn what makes me feel good."

I shifted awkwardly from one leg to the other before walking over. I felt my hips swaying unconsciously. I didn't know if it was the kind of shoes she had left or what, but it just felt natural to saunter instead of walk.

"That's a good girl," Clara heard, Moving her knee up onto the table to open herself more for Cameron.

He was steadily pushing his whole shaft into her before pulling almost completely out now, keeping himself at a slow and calculated pace. She would move back to meet him, and her breaths would shorten as she did.

I stood to their side, seeing almost the entirety of Cameron as he pumped in and out. His dick glistened with her wetness, and his balls gently swung forward and slapped against her clit as he continued to rhythmically piston in and out of her.

The gentle clap of his swollen sack against her mixed with the sounds of her pussy left goosebumps over my skin. As they both moaned, I started to stare at Cameron's cock.

It really was an amazing dick, I thought, regardless of if I was gay or not. I didn't have to be Roman to see the beauty of their sculptures.

The gentle curve of his cock, pointing slightly upwards, was almost graceful, and the way he drove it in and out of her, both gently and forcefully at the same time, showed his control.

A sense of inferiority filled me, my brain now filled with the beauty of Cameron's cock.

I had had sex before a handful of times, but never like this. It was always fast, and afterwards the woman had been unsatisfied or underwhelmed. I had never known what I was missing.

Whatever it was, Cameron had it.

He reached his hand forward and wrapped it around Clara's neck.

Jesus Christ. This woman was forcing me to lick her ass in front of strangers in the woods, And he had his hand gripped around her throat.

She gurgled in pleasure as her face turned red, and I saw a strand of drool start to drop from her open black lips.

I looked at Cameron's body and down at my own. With how little body hair I had, I looked almost smoothly shaven, and my underdeveloped muscles that had looked so small when I was dressed as a man looked perfectly in place. Compared to his manly and muscular build, how was Clara supposed to see us as the same species? She had called me a beta once. If that was true, then Cameron was certainly an Alpha. I didn't subscribe to any of that red pill bullshit, but even I could tell that we were not cut from the same cloth.

As I watched Clara's ass shake with each thrust, I realized that in my entranced state, I hadn't even noticed that Cameron was speeding up. My mouth watered instinctively, and my cage became incredibly tight, pulling away from my body with another failed erection.

Cameron and Clara grunted with each thrust, and every so often, Clara would look over at me, and her eyes would roll back. Her perfect makeup from before was now smeared and blurry, and strands of her black hair stuck to her face with sweat.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Cameron said.

I looked up to his face, and I realized that as he had said this, he was staring directly at me. I swallowed. I had my hands at my sides, but I started playing with the hem of my panties nervously. My cage bulged in the satiny fabric, and I slightly moved my hand to try to cover it.

"Hands down," Cameron said. He said it was such force and authority, that without even thinking of whether I should do it or not, I put my hands at my sides. I felt my whole body on fire. I listened to Clara give me commands before, but now, as a man told me what to do, I felt just as submissive and subservient as I did to her. I was prepared to do anything he said.

He let out one final grunt before pulling his cock out of Clara, keeping it close enough to make sure that he covered as much of her ass and pussy as he wanted.

His dick swelled for a moment, and the first stream of thick cum poured out of him. It made a faint splashing sound as it directly shot onto Clara's tight asshole.

Clara moaned from somewhere deep in her chest, moving her fingers to her pussy and barely moving them before she started to squirt. Liquid shot out and to the floor in a steady stream as she violently moved her fingers over her freshly-used cunt.

The second rope of Cameron's cum landed over her fingers, painting her bush white as she continued to orgasm.

Semen continued to flow out of him and onto Clara in thick waves, and I felt a shudder through my body as my stomach grumbled.

My mouth had been watering, but now I realized what I was hungry for.

I wanted to taste Clara, and I wanted her to use my tongue again, but just as much as that, I wanted to taste creamy, fresh cum again. I wanted the thick and salty liquid to coat the inside of my cheeks and run down my throat. I wanted to drink enough to feel it slosh in my stomach. I needed it to drown me.

As the last of his cum dribbled out, Cameron stepped back, letting go of Clara's neck.

She gasped, oxygen flooding her brain as she continued to shake. When she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse. "Come here, Jess," she said. She didn't rise from the table, but she tilted her ass upwards, keeping Cameron's load from dripping down as much as possible.

I walked over quickly and sank to my knees, more than ready to taste warm cum again. I started to lean forward, but her hand stopped me, resting on my forehead. I trembled. I could smell the semen so close to me, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Clean up Cameron first," Clara said. My brain froze, and a moment of lucidity hit me. What did she just say?

As if reading my thoughts, she said "you heard me. Clean up his dick."

I felt my whole body buzz as I slowly looked over my shoulder. Cameron's cock was still hard, perfectly eye level for me. A solution of lubricant, jizz, and Clara's cum clung to every ridge and curve of his dick.

I felt a tickle in my throat, and, with a wave of shame, I realized that I was wondering what that massive, perfect cock would feel like if it was fucking my mouth. How would gagging on it feel? Would his pre-cum taste different from his actual load? I swallowed, imagining that my saliva was his seed.

"C--clean it?" I asked, hearing my voice sound more soft and high-pitched than I remembered.

"He's gotta go soon, baby," Clara said, "and he doesn't have time to take a shower. Just use your tongue to get anything that he didn't leave on me."

My mouth suddenly felt dry, and I felt more thirsty than I ever had in my life. I stared at his cock, watching a final pearly drop of cum seep from his head. I would just be cleaning him. It wouldn'treally be sucking a cock. It would just be making sure that he didn't have any dried cum left on him.

I tentatively parted my lips and started to turn toward him.

Then his rough hand grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me forcefully onto his cock. I felt his slimy head push past my lips and onto my tongue, and the sweet taste of lube with the taste of ejaculate was almost too much. Oh, God. It was even bigger than it looked. I felt my jaw stretch as I curled my lips over my teeth. His skin was hot. He gave me almost zero time to accommodate him, and he started delving deeper and deeper into my virgin throat. I lurched and moved, but his strong hand held me steady as he used me like a fleshlight.

Why was I letting this happen? I wasn't gay. This man's cock was...

My eyes became unfocused and my thoughts became unclear.

What was I thinking again? I moved my tongue over the dick in my mouth. It tasted... good.

Cameron drew back, putting his balls onto my lips. I sucked them in, tentatively licking them as I rolled them over my tongue. His hair tickled my cheeks.

He groaned and pulled back. his massive scrotum made an audible "pop" as it fell from my lips.

He pushed forward, starting to fuck my throat again.

I could taste his sweat, manly and pungent, as he used my lips like a squeegee, wiping away every last drop of him and Clara into my stomach. I gagged as he used me, but I made sure to not let a single drop of spit or cum spill as I swallowed again and again. I tried to tease his head with my tongue as he continued, but I had almost no time to lap at his urethra before he dove again into my throat.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as his pubic hair started to tickle my nose and chin.

Then he pulled out.

I gasped and quivered, my airway suddenly feeling empty.

I gulped.

I felt different. Changed. I feltunnatural having him leave my mouth.

He looked up at Clara. "You're right. She's really taking to it."

He had called me "she," but that barely registered. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his cock. I... I wanted more.

Clara hummed, satisfied. "She sure is," she said. "Now she just needs to clean me up."

That got my attention. I turned quickly and moved to Clara's round ass, sucking up cum from her cheeks and crack without waiting for a second invitation. The cum ran down my chin as I drank, and I put my hands up to catch it.

The cum was tangier than the last man's I had tasted, and I felt it spread over my tongue and between my teeth until it was the only thing I tasted. I didn't swallow immediately, trying to hold it and savor it. I slurped, sucking it in loudly. I dragged my lips across Clara, shoving my tongue into her ass, trying to get any stray drops of spunk.

She groaned as I continued to eat her ass.

I pulled back after several minutes of hungrily licking at her, and I saw the dewdrops of semen still on her pussy. I felt the urge to go for them, but I remembered last time when I had thought about touching her cunt. Clara had pulled my hair so hard I thought she was going to rip it out.

"You can eat the cum off it, baby girl," Clara purred. "You deserve it."

My brain started to blur some lines. I was going to eat Clara's pussy for the first time, and I was almost more excited just to taste more cum. What was wrong with me?

I felt my thoughts slip away again, replaced by a pink void.

I licked my hands clean, held Clara's thighs for support, and leaned in, using my tongue to wipe up the semen that was starting to dry on her bush. As I did, my tongue brushed her cunt, and I felt how wet she was for myself.

She tasted delicious--not too strong, but natural. I melted into her, shoving my face wholeheartedly forward. She grinded back, her energy returning little by little as she rode my face with her used pussy.

"You did so good today, sissy, "Clara said, still moving her hips to drag her across my face.

I hummed, my jaw and tongue too sore to form even the basic words required to say "thank you."

"I want you to take the shopping bag at the end of my bed upstairs, "she said, "and I want you to take it home."

She had something else for me? I was wondering how much she knew that I didn't.

"I want you to listen to the same file that you did last night as you sleep,"she said, "but I'm gonna send you something else tonight. I'm gonna send you a video." She bucked her hips faster, and her hand reached back and guided me to press my face even more firmly into her as I tried to keep up.

"Do you know what a prostate massage is?" She asked.