Sexual slavery Stories

It had been six weeks after my encounter with Thomas and Alan, and John, my husband, was falling deeper into being Jessica. Edward Jenkins, his owner, had taken him to Victoria’s Secret and bought him a full wardrobe full of sexy, beautiful clothes. I was so jealous. Jessica had lost a lot of weight too, and his hair had grown longer. He looked and acted more and more like a woman with each passing week. I did ask him the...

The next day, Maria confided to me that Jim loved nothing better than turning a straight man into a cock-slut. “He sees it as proof of his dominance, not just making a sexual slave for his own use, but to actually turn you into a cock-worshipping queer.” She smiled at the self-recognition she saw in my silent reaction: my blushing face and my erection. It was Saturday. I had been told to report at 9 a.m. and to be prepare...