Sonja licked and slurped her boyfriend’s cum from his latest conquest’s ass as she rubbed her soft, wet pussy.

He stood over the girl, drugged into a deep hypnotic trance, placed the headphones over her ears and hit play. 

She knew what was being played - Sonja had had the same treatment only a couple of hours ago, and now she was here, overseeing it being done to her former girlfriend, and she couldn’t be happier.

It told her how she was his horny, obedient girlfriend. How she’d never fuck any other man but him. That she couldn’t say no to him; everything she had and was now belonged to him. How she was perfectly happy for him to fuck other women, encouraging him to expand his collection as much as he wanted. She would love having sex with other women, and watching him fuck them as well.

Sonja licked and slurped her boyfriend’s cum from his latest conquest’s ass as she rubbed her soft, wet pussy.

He stood over the girl, drugged into a deep hypnotic trance, placed the headphones over her ears and hit play.

She knew what was being played - Sonja had had the same treatment only a couple of hours ago, and now she was here, overseeing it being done to her former girlfriend, and she couldn’t be happier.

It told her how she was his horny, obedient girlfriend. How she’d never fuck any other man but him. That she couldn’t say no to him; everything she had and was now belonged to him. How she was perfectly happy for him to fuck other women, encouraging him to expand his collection as much as he wanted. She would love having sex with other women, and watching him fuck them as well.

(Source: soloirina, via lookinglongandhard4you)

We’ve been married now for 11 years, and just like any housewife worth her salt, I start my day by sucking my Man’s cock and swallowing his delicious seed. 
It’s a great way to start the day and as I stroke him in the afterglow, he tells me my duties for the day. Usually it involves keeping the house clean and tidy, or joining him and some of his other women for an afternoon orgy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And as I kneel here, caressing his empty balls as my mind clears, I realise how lucky I am to be his obedient housewife.

We’ve been married now for 11 years, and just like any housewife worth her salt, I start my day by sucking my Man’s cock and swallowing his delicious seed.
It’s a great way to start the day and as I stroke him in the afterglow, he tells me my duties for the day. Usually it involves keeping the house clean and tidy, or joining him and some of his other women for an afternoon orgy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And as I kneel here, caressing his empty balls as my mind clears, I realise how lucky I am to be his obedient housewife.

(Source: cherrypie119, via redram2500)

bertsinger:

dreamingdarkly:

Liriel’s Caption Contest - Week 1

And without further ado.  Here they are.  The entries for this, the first installment of what will hopefully become a regular thing.

The entrants are, in most definitely NOT the correct order, are…

I have to say, I was impressed with how many different ideas there were.  I was worried they were all going to be too similar.

Now the rules.  Anyone can vote, which they can do by replying or reblogging this post with a comment, consisting of the number of the photo they wish to vote for.  Other comments are welcome, and encouraged, but please put them after the “vote” so that I can find it easily.

"1 - Because it’s awesome" Is good

"I want to vote for one" is harder for me to find, especially if it’s buried in a paragraph, so your vote could be missed.

To allow for some indecision, you can each vote for up to 2 favourite images.  Just write the numbers of both images that you like.  Next monday evening, I will total up all the votes, and announce the winner.  Who will get the awesome prize of being able to choose the image for the next contest.  (Maybe if this goes well we can figure out an actual prize for next time =)

Please reblog and spread this post as far as you can, so we can get lots of votes.  Especially if you are one of the authors =)

- A few things to keep in mind.  Try not to base your vote too much on panel arrangement, or visual style.  That was mostly me, not the author, so it wouldn’t be fair to penalize them for my idiotic placement.  However, if you want to take in to account a few peoples tendency to greatly exceed the suggested word limit *cough* that’s up to you =)

- Oh! And please don’t vote for your own.  Might be a bit of a tip off.  And of course, no telling people which one is you =)  That’s cheating.  We will reveal all Next Week!

-Blarg! So sorry.  I screwed up and didn’t enable answers on this post.  And apparently there was no way to do it after the fact, so I had to repost it >_<  There was only 1 vote at the time, for 2 and 5.  If you had reblogged it allready, please delete that one and reblog this one, or I wont see any votes >_<  Very very sorry. >_<

So how about it?  Which is your favourite?

To everyone reading this: Please vote, reblog and spread the word!

just-thank-daddy:

Now you’re learning how welcome Daddy homw….

just-thank-daddy:

Now you’re learning how welcome Daddy homw….

overwhored:

It didn’t take long once she’d come to his apartment. 

"Just to discuss the contract." she said. One short scene in a film. Tasteful. No nudity. She was still building a career, after all.

When she entered she noticed how barren and empty it was, how basic. Just a simple studio apartment. A bed, a desk, film equipment. That and the strange pinkish lights. So cheap. Couldn’t he afford something a little better?

"Ugh. I’m starting to get a headache already. Seriously, just a desk and a bed?" She frowned. She had to hope he wouldn’t ask for any "favors". She did have options, he just offered great pay for some sort of private art film thing that would only be shown to rich guys. At least three times what she’d make normally.

"Okay," he said, "Go ahead and have a look over it." He handed her the paperwork.

Her headache was starting to grow and it was beginning to get annoying to focus. Even so, she couldn’t help but notice the title.

"Mindless Ballsuckers? Is that a pun or are you trying to trick me into doing porn?"

"No tricks." he said simply. "We start filming today, here. Just sign now and we’ll have you strip and start sucking my balls."

"What in the hell?" She asked, her hands flipping through pages. "I’m an actual actress! I don’t just - just do stuff like that!" Her hands pressed down the end of the pen he handed her. "There’s no way I’m going to do anything like that!" She marked down her signature.

"W-What?!?" she said, shocked. The headache was overwhelming now, it was so hard to think. "Why did I-"

"Thanks. So let’s get started. Go ahead and let that last bit of resistance go and then I’ll turn on the cameras."

Something inside her seemed to pop and the headache disappeared.

"Okay…" she said mindlessly.

It was the best 10k she couldn’t remember earning.

overwhored:

It didn’t take long once she’d come to his apartment.

"Just to discuss the contract." she said. One short scene in a film. Tasteful. No nudity. She was still building a career, after all.

When she entered she noticed how barren and empty it was, how basic. Just a simple studio apartment. A bed, a desk, film equipment. That and the strange pinkish lights. So cheap. Couldn’t he afford something a little better?

"Ugh. I’m starting to get a headache already. Seriously, just a desk and a bed?" She frowned. She had to hope he wouldn’t ask for any "favors". She did have options, he just offered great pay for some sort of private art film thing that would only be shown to rich guys. At least three times what she’d make normally.

"Okay," he said, "Go ahead and have a look over it." He handed her the paperwork.

Her headache was starting to grow and it was beginning to get annoying to focus. Even so, she couldn’t help but notice the title.

"Mindless Ballsuckers? Is that a pun or are you trying to trick me into doing porn?"

"No tricks." he said simply. "We start filming today, here. Just sign now and we’ll have you strip and start sucking my balls."

"What in the hell?" She asked, her hands flipping through pages. "I’m an actual actress! I don’t just - just do stuff like that!" Her hands pressed down the end of the pen he handed her. "There’s no way I’m going to do anything like that!" She marked down her signature.

"W-What?!?" she said, shocked. The headache was overwhelming now, it was so hard to think. "Why did I-"

"Thanks. So let’s get started. Go ahead and let that last bit of resistance go and then I’ll turn on the cameras."

Something inside her seemed to pop and the headache disappeared.

"Okay…" she said mindlessly.

It was the best 10k she couldn’t remember earning.

omg-bimbo-project:

“ever since daddy gave me this pink iPod, i haven’t been able to think about much else. i love this pink bikini, and i’m thinking of getting my hair bleached. Here, you wanna listen?” 

omg-bimbo-project:

ever since daddy gave me this pink iPod, i haven’t been able to think about much else. i love this pink bikini, and i’m thinking of getting my hair bleached. Here, you wanna listen?” 

foulfoulstories:

Arguing boyfriend tells feminist girlfriend Madelyne, to “Do me a favor, and stop thinking.” She becomes entranced/mind controlled, but still aware and able to respond as he slowly reworks her mind and changes her body. She is scared and pleas (he is where the descriptive dialogue come in handy. “No.. please top… ill take it back… mmmmmmm) Until eventually her new personality, Maddi, takes over. The story is kind of dark, sorry.
I’ve been known to do dark
-
They were arguing again. He wasn’t even entirely sure about what. Madelyne was scarily good at arguments, and he just found them exhausting. He never knew what he was trying to win in the first place. It felt as though she was usually halfway through an argument in her own head before she even brought him into it.
"Do me a favour," he snapped "And just stop thinking."
Madelyne froze, mouth halfway open. It was so sudden her boyfriend didn’t notice until the lack of a response made him look up. She was stood there like a statue, eyes wide. She looked at him in confusion.
"…what?" She managed to gasp out. He cocked his head and looked at her.
"Are you alright…Maddi?" He asked, smirking. She hated that name. Instead of tearing him a new one, she just whimpered, eyes darting around the room.
"…help…" she said. Her boyfriend stepped forward and looked her in the eye.
"What should I help you with, Maddi?"
"Can’t move…can’t…think…"
"Oh, I can certainly help you with that. From now on, Maddi isn’t going to be thinking as much. Thinking is hard. It makes her brain hurt," he said. Madelyne shivered, mouth working helplessly.
"Please…please…" she groaned, but she could already feel it happening. Her head was slowing down, filling up with fuzz. She tried to think, think of anything, but her head thumped the harder she tried to do it until she had to just stop. Thinking hurt, thinking was bad.
"But it’s okay, because I can think for you. You like it when I think for you, Maddi. It makes you feel safe."
"Please…I…think for…me…no…"
She tried to fight it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t fight it. Thinking was hard. She wanted him to think for her. Made her feel safe. Made her feel happy. She couldn’t think.
"What’s that, Maddi?"
"T-think…think for me…please…think…" Maddi whimpered. She needed it. Maddi gasped as her boyfriend reached up and cupped her tits, frowning down at them.
"Oh I can think for you Maddi, don’t you worry. It won’t be so hard. But you know, I think your tits could stand to be bigger, don’t you?" He asked.
"Big…ger…? What…oh…" She gasped as a tingling started spreading through her chest. Still frozen, she rolled her eyes down and stared as her tits started to swell and grow in his hands. She couldn’t think about it, thinking hurt, it was just happening.
"Bigger tits, no thoughts. Makes Maddi happy, doesn’t it?"
"No…please…" Maddi could feel herself slipping away. Her boyfriend’s hands felt too good on her growing tits. It felt too good not to think. She needed it.
"It makes you happy, Maddi. You can’t think, I’m thinking for you. It makes you happy."
"Makes me…happy…big tits…no thoughts…" Maddi moaned. Yes. Happy. Big tits. No thoughts. Happy. her boyfriend eased them out of her top and bent down to take a nipple into her mouth. She groaned.
"I’m going to fuck these, Maddi. I’m going to put my cock between your nice new big tits, fuck them, and cum all over your blank, dumb face. And you are going to thank me."
"Please…I…thank…you…" 
"On your knees, Maddi."
She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t think of anything else. Maddi got on her knees. Her tits were wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and she groaned. No thoughts. No thinking. 
"I think you’re going to be much happier. And so, so do you."
"Yes…much…happier…"

foulfoulstories:

Arguing boyfriend tells feminist girlfriend Madelyne, to “Do me a favor, and stop thinking.” She becomes entranced/mind controlled, but still aware and able to respond as he slowly reworks her mind and changes her body. She is scared and pleas (he is where the descriptive dialogue come in handy. “No.. please top… ill take it back… mmmmmmm) Until eventually her new personality, Maddi, takes over. The story is kind of dark, sorry.

I’ve been known to do dark

-

They were arguing again. He wasn’t even entirely sure about what. Madelyne was scarily good at arguments, and he just found them exhausting. He never knew what he was trying to win in the first place. It felt as though she was usually halfway through an argument in her own head before she even brought him into it.

"Do me a favour," he snapped "And just stop thinking."

Madelyne froze, mouth halfway open. It was so sudden her boyfriend didn’t notice until the lack of a response made him look up. She was stood there like a statue, eyes wide. She looked at him in confusion.

"…what?" She managed to gasp out. He cocked his head and looked at her.

"Are you alright…Maddi?" He asked, smirking. She hated that name. Instead of tearing him a new one, she just whimpered, eyes darting around the room.

"…help…" she said. Her boyfriend stepped forward and looked her in the eye.

"What should I help you with, Maddi?"

"Can’t move…can’t…think…"

"Oh, I can certainly help you with that. From now on, Maddi isn’t going to be thinking as much. Thinking is hard. It makes her brain hurt," he said. Madelyne shivered, mouth working helplessly.

"Please…please…" she groaned, but she could already feel it happening. Her head was slowing down, filling up with fuzz. She tried to think, think of anything, but her head thumped the harder she tried to do it until she had to just stop. Thinking hurt, thinking was bad.

"But it’s okay, because I can think for you. You like it when I think for you, Maddi. It makes you feel safe."

"Please…I…think for…me…no…"

She tried to fight it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t fight it. Thinking was hard. She wanted him to think for her. Made her feel safe. Made her feel happy. She couldn’t think.

"What’s that, Maddi?"

"T-think…think for me…please…think…" Maddi whimpered. She needed it. Maddi gasped as her boyfriend reached up and cupped her tits, frowning down at them.

"Oh I can think for you Maddi, don’t you worry. It won’t be so hard. But you know, I think your tits could stand to be bigger, don’t you?" He asked.

"Big…ger…? What…oh…" She gasped as a tingling started spreading through her chest. Still frozen, she rolled her eyes down and stared as her tits started to swell and grow in his hands. She couldn’t think about it, thinking hurt, it was just happening.

"Bigger tits, no thoughts. Makes Maddi happy, doesn’t it?"

"No…please…" Maddi could feel herself slipping away. Her boyfriend’s hands felt too good on her growing tits. It felt too good not to think. She needed it.

"It makes you happy, Maddi. You can’t think, I’m thinking for you. It makes you happy."

"Makes me…happy…big tits…no thoughts…" Maddi moaned. Yes. Happy. Big tits. No thoughts. Happy. her boyfriend eased them out of her top and bent down to take a nipple into her mouth. She groaned.

"I’m going to fuck these, Maddi. I’m going to put my cock between your nice new big tits, fuck them, and cum all over your blank, dumb face. And you are going to thank me."

"Please…I…thank…you…"

"On your knees, Maddi."

She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t think of anything else. Maddi got on her knees. Her tits were wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and she groaned. No thoughts. No thinking.

"I think you’re going to be much happier. And so, so do you."

"Yes…much…happier…"

My name is Danielle. I&#8217;m 21&#8230; I&#8217;m an intern at erm&#8230; I work at&#160;? Fuck, skip it and come back to it&#8230; My boyfriend&#8217;s name is Mark. My sister&#8217;s name is Jemma. I love being fucked from behind&#8230; No, wait&#8230; That&#8217;s not right&#8230; Fuck, start again&#8230;

I&#8217;m Dani&#8230; I&#8217;m twenty&#8230; Um&#8230; Twenty-something&#8230; I work out of my bedroom being bred by total strangers&#8230;. I pay my rent with my ass and mouth&#8230; I&#8217;m single&#8230;. I have no family&#8230; I love being fucked from behind&#8230; My favourite position is &#8216;where I get my cunt filled with cum&#8217;&#8230;

This bastard&#8217;s doing something to my head&#8230; I&#8217;m so glad I can still think straight. I hope he&#8217;ll tell all his friends about me!

My name is Danielle. I’m 21… I’m an intern at erm… I work at ? Fuck, skip it and come back to it… My boyfriend’s name is Mark. My sister’s name is Jemma. I love being fucked from behind… No, wait… That’s not right… Fuck, start again…

I’m Dani… I’m twenty… Um… Twenty-something… I work out of my bedroom being bred by total strangers…. I pay my rent with my ass and mouth… I’m single…. I have no family… I love being fucked from behind… My favourite position is ‘where I get my cunt filled with cum’…

This bastard’s doing something to my head… I’m so glad I can still think straight. I hope he’ll tell all his friends about me!

(Source: kinkymariegifs)

omg-bimbo-project:

When Alyssa wanted to get a summer job before college, her boyfriend Kyle had only one place in mind for her. He even drove her to apply. Alyssa wasn’t sure she wanted to work at a Hooters, but Kyle was so excited about the prospect of dating a Hooters Girl, that she gave in. He also bought a…