The Setup

A "true" account of femdom, reluctant coerced-bi and (mild)cross-dressing/TV, blackmail, and permanent humiliating service to a very manipulative ex-girlfriend, all leading up to a total reprogramming and gracious acceptance of my destiny.

PART 1

So my ex-girlfriend Jessica 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 therefore she always had 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 proved to be quite good - yes, that was one 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 simply gushed from excitement while thinking about it all, as her new guy fucked her hard that night. 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 child. I'm thinking many things, like how straight could her new guy be? I'm thinking if he was OK 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 OK 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 whole new respect for women (and a 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 cock-sucking 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 seemed 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 is 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 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 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 wants 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 do 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 or pity for me?"

"Yes, I do have you 'by' the balls, but the balls are my boyfriend's balls, as you suckle and fondle them for me, real up-close and personal like," she said laughing at her own 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 even for a second) 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, and 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, 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 his 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 second 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? Can they smell it? 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.