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It was like a switch had been switched. In almost no time I had gone from a kinda regular guy, solid financial analyst with a medium sized firm, a recognized good workmate, a bit of a lover — I’d had about a dozen serious girlfriends over the past dozen years, which says something I guess — and an all-round nice fellow. I played pick-up basketball, went out for a few beers with my friends, was saving up to buy my own home outside the city; but I never found my way to the wife and family thing. Well, I couldn’t get the wife part for sure, and I couldn’t ever figure it out. Women tended to like me and I liked them, but every relationship fizzled out.

As I wrote before, Marisa and I were great in bed but terrible outside, and she was the closest I’d come to a long-term investment — not that I think that way about people, you know what I mean.

Something just wasn’t right, within me, inside my head — or my body?

Then, like a lightning strike, Robin entered my world. I thought she was sexier and more beautiful than Marisa — who was not half-bad, let me tell you — before I found out she had a big splendid cock. And it wasn’t just the cock, either. It was the way she brought out thrills and desires and wishes and fantasies I never realized I had. In a little over a week or two — I’ve already lost count of the days within this whirlwind ‘romance’ — she had brought me to my knees and to the brink of something wonderful and terrifying.

For the first time in my life I sucked cock, swallowed cum, spread my ass to be fucked. For the first time in my life I allowed someone to spit on me, to slap me, to degrade me, to humiliate me, to place me in bondage. For the first time in my life I wore eye make-up, panties, mules, and let my body be waxed hairless. For the first time in my life I had willingly kneeled and opened my mouth to another person’s pee.

And I loved every fucking minute of it. That’s the worrying part of it all.

Inwardly an earthquake had shaken me. Outwardly you could see only the subtle surface signs of the massive change, like my shoes and my eye-liner. At work a few of the gay guys made eyes at me but that was it. Everything went on as usual, except for my obsession with Robin.

I can hardly describe the crazy thrills I experienced just thinking of her magnificent cock and how I yearned to stroke it, flick my tongue over its head and along its shaft, swallow it deep into my throat as she fucked my face and slapped me and used me like a toy. I dreamt about her taking my ass with it for hours. I wanted her to tie me up again and again and abuse me.

What was wrong with me?

I gazed at myself in her bathroom mirror on the Sunday morning after I had the full body wax. I was shocked. I’m a fit guy and I take care to be in shape, but the figure I saw was… attractive, like how I found girls attractive.

Robin stole up on me as I was admiring myself.

“I love the new look, bitch.”

Already using the word ‘bitch’ sent a shiver up my spine, of delight.

“Let me redo your eyes before we go out innovia escort for brunch.”

Her cock was upright but when I went to touch it she playfully slapped my hand away.

“We’ve got to save ourselves for later.”

She had done something a little different with the make-up. The liner was a little bit heavier, the blue a little bit more intense, and there were sparkles added in. I looked… pretty! But manly at the same time… it was mind-boggling. And I liked what I saw, I have to confess.

She tossed me the pair of piss-drenched panties I had worn the night before and told me to wear them under my jeans. She also wanted me to wear the nipple clamps under my shirt. They were adjustable, and she adjusted them to just the right level of discomfort — not too constricting to stop all blood flow, just enough to hurt.

“You should be walking the walk, Mark, they’ll help to remind you.”

At brunch we passed for a normal young couple at ease with themselves. Robin got a ton of looks, of course, but so did I. I spotted a few double-takes from the waitress after I ordered: I guess the eyes were giving me away.

I loved the silky feeling of the used panties — they reminded me of Robin’s control. My nipples burned with the kind of mild pain that is arousing. She was right: I couldn’t help but be reminded of who I had become, a prettified submissive cock-loving Robin-worshipping bitch.

Robin had returned my phone by now, and I saw about a dozen texts from Marisa. Texts that said things like “OMG”, “we need to talk” and “fuck, ur a hot little slut”.

“I sent her a few more pics, the ones of you sucking me. I hope you don’t mind,” said Robin, with a twinkle.

In fact, I didn’t mind one bit. I just wondered what Marisa wanted from me now, if anything. And if she forwarded them to our friends… I didn’t care about that either. I had crossed the line.

“She’s texted me a few times too,” said Robin, waking me out of my daze, “I think I’m gonna suggest a coffee at the cafe.”

I shrugged.

“What do you have planned for us today?” I asked, shyly.

“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you text Cheryl from the salon, tell her you’re in a bit more pain than you expected, see what she says.”

“But it’s Sunday,” I protested.

“She gave you her mobile number on the card, didn’t she? What’s the harm in texting?”

“But for what?”

“To see how she responds, and if she responds the way I think she’ll respond, you’ll broaden your horizons a bit more.”

“Robin, I’ve already broadened them beyond imagination. What are you thinking?”

“Just text her. Besides, we need to stay fresh, so let’s take the afternoon off.”

I felt as if a cannon had just struck me in the chest. Seeing my disappointment, Robin took my hand.

“Do as you’re told. Text Cheryl.”

So I did. And to my astonishment she replied almost immediately, and then called me.

“Hi Mark,” she said over the phone, “I’m really sorry you’re feeling this bad, this isn’t normal. Hey, ipsala escort I’m in the neighbourhood so let me make a quick home visit to make sure everything is okay. I need to see what’s going on before I can recommend anything. I can be there in about a half hour if that’s okay.”

“Uh, sure, Cheryl, yes, thanks…”

I was flabbergasted and Robin was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“What did I tell you, Mark? You’ve got a fan. So go home.”

“And then what?”

“Fuck that little whore good and hard and call me afterwards.”

“Are you nuts?”

“Don’t underestimate me. Enjoy yourself, I’ll be eager to hear all about it. And if you have any trouble getting it up just think about me. And keep the clamps and panties on, I want her to see what a slut you really are and who put you up to it. She knows I own you. It will drive her crazy.”

And so I went home, perplexed, out of sorts, thinking that Robin’s scheme was crazy, but not daring to oppose her wishes. Even if Cheryl liked something about me, the odds of anything happening were nil.

About thirty minutes later there was a knock on my door and there was Cheryl. She was wearing a brightly coloured and fairly short sundress and she looked smashing. She wasn’t tall, but she wasn’t short either, and she had curves in all the right places. She was not wearing a bra but she was wearing a very big smile. Me too, for that matter, and as I checked out her prominent nipples involuntarily.

She gushed concern and extended her finely manicured hand.

“So I’m guessing the pain is mainly in your intimate parts?”

“Yeah, mostly, although my chest hurts in spots.”

“Hmmm, that’s not good. But I’ve brought a few salves. The thing we have to worry about is some kind of infection. If there’s an infection we have to get you to a doctor. So let me see what’s going on. Don’t be embarrassed Mark, this is my job.”

“Okay, Cheryl, where should I start?” I asked.

She giggled a bit and said, “I know it’s awkward, but I’ve seen all of you already, Mark. Just take off your clothes, like in the salon, and lie down on your couch. Relax, hon.”

I stripped. She saw the panties and the clamps and I saw her eyes narrow and widen and I heard her catch her breath as I moved to my sofa and lay down.

“Let’s see what we have here,” she said, “as her fingers stretched the elastic of my panties and slid them down. “Well, you really look great after the waxing.”

She put on latex gloves and delicately moved my cock, pressed lightly on my balls and told me to spread my legs further. She grasped the shaft of my cock and asked me if that hurt.

“No,” I rasped, as I grew hard.

“What about this?” She yanked off the nipple clamps with a forceful jerk and I yelped a bit.

Then she yanked off her gloves and ran her hands all over my body.

“What a hot little sissy you are,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a sissy, a man-girl like you.”

She stepped back and removed her skimpy dress. Her nipples were indeed pierced and iskenderun escort she brought them to my mouth.

“Suck on them, sissy.”

I sucked gladly. Her breasts were round and firm, I teased the nipple piercings with my lips and swirled my tongue around her areolas. Cheryl grew hot and wild and rose again, removing her sheer white panties. She had a stunning body, smooth, tan, firm. She placed the panties on my face and kissed me through them on my lips. Their smell was intoxicating.

Then she moved up and hoisted one slender leg over the top of my couch, keeping the other on the floor, spreading herself wide and lowering her cunt onto my mouth.

“Lick me,” she commanded.

I did, and she rubbed her pussy up and down my face and my tongue went into a frenzy. I discovered she had a small gold clit ring, which I flicked to drive her even wilder. Then she grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulled up my head and told me she wanted me to fuck her mouth, her ass and her cunt.

She began by taking my cock in her mouth, and she sucked me nearly as expertly as Robin, swallowing my length, gagging from time to time, spitting on my shaft and balls and stroking me with her hand, pulling the skin down to its base the better to attack my head and tongue my sensitive tip, causing me to buck and moan.

“I love it, Mark, you’re as sexy as your she-friend,” she said between gulps. “Now fuck me through and through, fuck me hard, fuck me the way she fucks you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears or eyes. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I couldn’t fathom what I would have to tell Robin afterwards.

But I fucked Cheryl the way she wanted. I took her ass after her mouth, and she took me in without a problem. I grabbed her by the hair — she had a ridiculously alluring cut — and forced her to clean my cock and taste her own ass juices, the way Robin had done with me. And then I fucked her wet wet cunt, fast and furiously and hard, until she screamed her head off and nearly ripped my back open with her nails as she orgasmed.

We lay, utterly spent, the both of us, in bed, for nearly an hour, just recovering, touching each other lightly. I played with her nipple piercings and she became aroused again, and then I moved my hand down to her clit and fiddled its ring and stroked and rubbed it until she had a follow-up orgasm, smaller than the convulsion that occurred when I fucked her, but pleasurable nonetheless.

Cheryl was covered in sweat and I gazed at her wonderfully sexy body: she had long slim legs, an exquisite hairless mons, breasts that were full but not overlarge, a firm rounded ass, and a flat taut stomach. And I had just possessed them, and her. Where was the cock-loving cumslut in me after all of this?

Before I could arrive at a meaningful answer Cheryl checked her watch, popped up off the bed and nearly screamed again.

“Shit, my husband is waiting, I’m late! Tell Robin I said hi!”

She dressed in a flash — there wasn’t much to put on, frankly — and she kissed me tenderly and long before she finally left.

Shortly thereafter I called Robin and gave her the blow-by-blow. I thought she might be angry or jealous, but instead she was ecstatic.

“You really are a good little bitch, Mark, you’ve made me very happy. Now get some sleep, you’ll need it. And when you stop by the cafe I’ll tell you what comes next.”

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