8 comments/ 33040 views/ 5 favorites Bait & Switch: Girlfriend to Bitch By: Save_The_Manatease The truth is, I really had no idea what I was getting into. When I first met Robert, I was waiting tables at the local diner, Panquakes. I am by nature an exceptionally meek woman, 26 years old, slim but not starvation-slender, with a hovering aura of pale grey. My hair is average-colored brown and it hangs down to an average length on my back. When I met Robert, I was living in this world just like a lost cat or fading ghost. That fateful Wednesday, I was waiting on Robert (oh, the irony of hindsight!). He ordered-- I still remember-- a ham sandwich with extra mayo and a beer, and then flashed me one of those million dollar smiles. You know, the kind worn by TV actors, gold-plated and warm to the touch. "What are you doing this Saturday, sweetheart?" He asked, smooth as silk. I was so shocked and flattered, I could barely bring myself to speak. I had never, ever been asked out on the job. When I finally mustered the will to flex my larynx, the words were too fast and ran over each other, "I'm working morning-- in the-- but only 'til 4-- then-- I don't have-- I'm free." You see, Robert isn't the most handsome, but he is built like a real man, with a square chin, and girth between the shoulders. His hair was ash colored and graying strategically at the sideburns. Even his small paunch titillated my narrow female bones. "Come over to my place, beautiful. I just live a few blocks from here. We'll eat dinner. It'll be nice." "Ah-ah-ok. Ok." I never had a chance. Saying no is something I've never been too good at... Robert left and I already started daydreaming about the ensuing romance we would have-- tender kisses, movie nights, and heaps of "huns" and "darlings" on each other's lips. My palpable desperation transfigured itself into a pipe dream. *** When I walked over to Robert's house for our first date, I was terribly nervous. I wanted so badly to make a good impression that I spent hours doing my hair and makeup and choosing the perfect outfit. "Hey beautiful!" He exclaimed when he opened the door, gold-plaited smile flashing. "Everything's just about ready." And it really was lovely. Robert had ordered take-out from an Italian restaurant, set the table, and even bought a nice bottle of wine. It seemed like all my dreams were coming true-- I could almost feel the ocean breeze on our future seaside strolls. When we parted, he kissed me respectfully on the mouth, and we agreed to meet in a few days. This courting process went on for a few weeks, at a steady pace. On our third date we had very quiet sex. Robert laid me down on my back and thrust his impressive cock deep into my pussy. I shut my eyes tight and bit my lip, hoping that I wouldn't disappoint Robert. Just being an instrument of his pleasure was enough to send ripples of ecstasy up and down my body as he grunted and emptied his warm load into my pussy hole. He didn't even ask if I was on the pill, and I didn't dare bring up the issue... I felt so incredibly blessed to have found Robert, the only man who had taken the time to get know me in a long, long while. In fact, looking back, he probably sensed this about me, my desperation, and ensnared me knowing I was vulnerable prey. * * * I'll never forget how "it" started: the change, the shift, whatever you want to call it. We were in bed cuddling and kissing (this was probably our fourth or fifth week together), when he stopped crooning, shot me a serious look, and said, "You want to make me happy, right? Don't I deserve a good loving woman??" A wave of devastation crashed over me. "Why, I, of course! Have I been... not??" "Well, I've sure been doing a lot for you these last couple weeks. It would be nice if you could show your appreciation for your man once in a while, in a proper way. Cook me dinner or... other things. A good woman that I can show to my friends, you know. A man needs to be treated well." Tears sprung to my eyes-- I wanted so much for Robert to feel like the most appreciated man in the world. He was, in a sense, my hero, my God. Before Robert, I had no purpose, and now... "Oh, Robert! I would do anything for you! Anything! You are the most important thing in my life." He chuckled, "Anything, huh? Then get to sucking, bitch." The word bitch slapped me up side the face and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Wh-what, Robert?" "I said: get on your knees, unzip my pants and take my hard cock in your mouth and fucking suck. You're mine, right? All mine? Then worship my dick." "Of course I'm yours! I-I'll do anything you want, to make you happy." "Then get sucking, bitch." Robert stood up and looked down at me with a stony expression. I could see he was starting to get hard through his jeans. For a minute I just swayed on my knees, in a state of shock. Suddenly, Robert became enraged and grabbed me hard by the hair. "Dumb bitch, I'm not gonna tell you again. I said undo my pants and suck my rod. NOW. Who do you belong to, huh??" "Oh! Robert! You! You own me!" I scrambled to undo his pants and expose his thick, 8-inch cock. It was half-hard and growing. I felt terribly honored to have the privilege of servicing Robert's—my owner's-- cock. But I wasn't very experienced, and I was nervous I wouldn't be up to par. I tried my best to take his throbbing rod into my mouth and down into my throat. It felt enormous and I immediately started gagging uncontrollably, so I desperately started licking the head, paying close attention to the ridge, and then traveled down to the base, all the way down to his balls. While I gently sucked and licked his balls, I used my hand to stroke his magnificent dick. I put every ounce of energy into pleasing his cock, to show him what I high esteem I held him in, and, most importantly, to let him know that I was completely and utterly his. It was like I was finally finding my place in the World: serving Robert the best I could. "Ugh. You can't suck dick for jack." He grabbed me hard by hair and started thrusting himself deep into my mouth, causing me again to tear up and gag. Still, he pumped and pumped into my face-hole, ignoring my spluttering. The sound of his balls periodically slapping my chin punctuated his robust grunting. I grabbed Robert's buttocks and tried to aid him in jamming his cock even further down my throat. Soon, his thrusts became frenzied, and he gripped my head firmly and shoved me onto his erect member faster and faster, so that I knew he was getting close to orgasm. "Drink it all, slut! Every last drop." He yelled suddenly. I felt his warm cum spray the back of my throat and flood my mouth. I hungrily swallowed it all, savoring the light salty taste and viscous texture. It dawned on me that my pussy was dripping wet, throbbing with desire to be used... After drinking his precious load, I looked up at Robert who was heavily panting, and smiled meekly. My affection was not returned, "Lick that up-- off the floor!" He demanded. I looked down to where he was pointing and saw a few little pools of cum that I guess dripped out of my mouth onto the hardwood floor. Anyways, I didn't know this whole affair was the beginning of a new era in our relationship (I.e., my subjugation), I just desperately wanted to please Robert and show him that he was my king. So, I barely missed a beat before sinking down to my hands and knees and pressing my tongue to the floor, lapping up the glistening drops of cock juice. "Good girl, that's it. Just like a dog. That's a good bitch. Every drop now...." I knew I had to prove myself so I scoured the floor and made sure every bit was consumed before laying prostrate before Robert. "No-oh! Get up on your knees and look at me. You're not done yet." The last ember of will I had had been extinguished: I would do anything and everything. "Look at me in the eyes," he said, burning holes into my pupils with his own, "and open your mouth. I need to give your filthy mouth a rinse." My compliance was mechanical. In 2 seconds my mouth was wide open. My body shook with delight, though I didn't have an inkling of what was coming. It didn't matter-- I only had to do what I was told. Robert started hawking up a big juicy loogie (he habitually spits), bent close to my mouth, and spit right into my parted lips. "Gargle and swallow, bitch. Clean that mouth out. You're still not done fulfilling your duties as my woman and I need your mouth to be fresh." And, just as he ordered, I swished around his spit in my mouth, gargled it in my throat, and swallowed it in a hard gulp. My nipples hardened when I realized I could still taste the faint taste of his saliva-- flavored with Marlboro Reds-- on my tongue. My pussy was throbbing, but I knew I had to satisfy Robert completely before I began to even consider assuaging my own desires. "Now that your mouth is clean, clean up my dick. Lick up all the cock scum and make sure you get my balls." "Y-yes sir." I automatically replied. With pleasure, I took his dick into my mouth, sucking down the remaining cum. I even tongued his urethra to remove any stubborn build up. I meticulously licked every bit of his shaft, then I progressed down to his balls, and tried to get as close to his anus as possible. When I was sure my new master's dick was completely free of jizz, I looked back up at him, hoping he would be at least satisfied with my work. "Good bitch. You're learning." He asserted, "Now bring me a beer and wash yourself up. Tonight you get the privilege of sleeping at the foot of my bed." "Oh-- thank you!" "You mean, thank you, sir." The training had begun, and he couldn't afford to coddle me at the crucial induction phase. He reached back and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Oh my G-- I'm so sorry, sir. Right away, sir." By now, my pussy was in pain from all the pent up arousal that accumulated over the course of that life-changing experience, but I didn't dare lay a finger on myself. A significant transformation had occurred-- I no longer belonged to myself. I was Robert's possession; and, like an object, I remained where I was placed last. Also like an object, I had no foresight. I couldn't imagine the debaucherous and pleasurable revels that would transpire under the guise of my new subjugated position. I didn't stop to think long. I crawled to the refrigerator on my hands and knees. I had an order to fulfill. To be continued.. Bait & Switch: Girlfriend to Bitch Ch. 02 I thought I'd never get to sleep after all the excitement the evening bore. But, quite the opposite, I slept sound like a lamb at the foot of Robert's bed, curled up into the smallest ball I could manage. I didn't want to take up any more room than was absolutely necessary. "Mary!" My name was being called from far away, perhaps behind several layers of glass. Somehow I seemed to have forgotten my name over the course of the previous events. "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...," I hummed in my mind's ear. Then...CRASH! FLOOR! I opened my eyes to oak slats and Robert's feet; or, my place: beneath. Robert had pushed me off of the side of the bed to rouse me from my persisting slumber. "Get up, my little lamb," Robert cooed, "Your duties have only just begun. Wash your face and then it's straight to the kitchen with you. Make a hearty breakfast for me-- you're going on a strict diet starting today. The rules of the diet are really simple-- I'll tell you when you can eat from now on, at least until you're well trained enough to be trusted with such matters. Now, get going and don't forget to set the table nice and pretty for your Man." My arousal from last night had never been attended to and surely was showing no signs of attenuation. Dreams of getting pounded by Robert's thick cock haunted my sleeping and waking thoughts. I thought if I fulfilled Robert's wishes perhaps he would deign to use me in such a fashion... So, I practically waddled to the kitchen after freshening up with a growing hunger between my thighs. I opened the fridge to see what I could whip up. Robert is a voracious eater (so in bed, so in the pantry, I suppose), so I seized about six eggs and the same number of bacon strips. I knew every action counted at this point in Robert and I's new relations, and I was determined to prove myself in the bedroom and out. I diced a few vegetables and the bacon and concocted a bountiful scramble, which I topped with cheese. Then I carefully plated the monster (even garnishing it with Paprika and a sprig of parsley!) and laid out some bread and a hard sausage on the side. Robert is part-Italian, so the kitchen is never lacking in rich cheeses and meat... "Woman, I'm hungry. You almost ready to serve me?" Robert called from the living room where he was watching TV. "Almost, sir!" I called back. "Well, you have two minutes." So, I straightened everything out, put a carton of orange juice table, and stood stark naked-- save a waist-apron-- and leaned against the counter with my hands clasped behind my back and my head down. "I'm coming in. Everything better be done." He muttered as he walked through the door. "Yes, sir, everything is ready for You. Please sit down and help Yourself. Let me know if You need anything." Robert picked up a fork and began stabbing the mountain of eggs, meat, veggies, and cheese, shoving large bites into his mouth, and chewing brusquely. He didn't say anything for a while and the suspense was trying. The silence could have meant anything! "Hey," he addressed me finally, "Don't just stand there, be useful! Pour me a glass of orange juice and then get your ass under the table and suck my knob. These eggs aren't terrible, but they'd be much better with a BJ." "Yes, sir." I replied. I was getting good at taking orders! Without a moment of hesitation, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled under the table, which was covered with a long, white linen table cloth. Once I was under the table, all I could see was the lower half of Robert's body. He was only wearing boxers so I decided it would be easiest to access his cock by sliding it through the little slit in them. I can't even describe what a joy it was to think that I was helping Robert experience such different types of pleasure all at once... Anyway, I slipped his mostly flaccid penis through the hole and and took the whole thing in my mouth, sucking languidly at first, and then steadily increasing the pace. I could feel his rod grow harder in my mouth and could even discern the veins on his shaft as they began to bulge. From above, I could hear Robert still joyfully chowing down the hearty breakfast. "I'm gonna train you good, yes I am. I'm not gonna mess up with this one, nooooo siree." Robert muttered to himself. Even hearing the sir in 'siree' made me quiver all over with excitement. Then he said to me, "If any scraps fall down to the floor, I'm giving you permission to eat 'em-- with no hands." He chuckled for a bit, probably imagining how pathetic I would look lapping up breakfast off the floor, and then he "accidentally" dropped about one sixth of a piece of bacon on the pretty tiled ground. I lunged for it-- I hadn't eaten in roughly 24 hours and I was starving. So, I pressed my face to the floor and inhaled it. It was truly a quarter inch of bliss, particularly because it was a gift from my owner... "WOMAN!" Robert angrily yelled. I bristled and let out a cross between a whimper and a yelp. "Mind my cock while you stuff your face, piggy. Don't forget whose pleasure is at stake here. If your mouth is occupied, use your your hand, but never, ever forget about your Master's cock. "Yes, sir! Forgive me, I was so hungry and fooli--" "Be quiet, woman!" I fell right back to sucking, with increased gusto to make up for my infraction. I tried to suppress my gag reflex the best I could and let his cock slide all the way down the back of my throat; I accepted this penetration as a favor from Robert. He wasn't just allowing me to suck His perfect cock, He was taking the time to train and cultivate me... The more I thought about how lucky I was to be under Robert's command, the easier it became to cram all 8 inches of Robert's meat in my mouth. My lips created a tight suction around his shaft while I used my right hand to gently stimulate his balls. After a few minutes, Robert became more reactionary, jolting a bit in his chair, to thrust deeper into my throat. Suddenly he drew his chair back and seized my forearms with his strong, callused hands. He dragged me out from under the table, and I looked up at him with humble inquisition. "I'm ready." I thought. "I want your other fuck hole," Robert said. "Stand up, turn around, and bend over the table like a good girl. Present that pussy to Me. It's time to really own that cunt." I did what he ordered, all the while feeling a surge of warmth and wetness flowing from my pussy. I arched my back and stuck my ass high in the air, inviting my Master to do whatever he wished with it. "Ohhh, good pussy," he cooed, "It's time to stuff you and seed you. You want to get stuffed and seeded, little slut? You want My cum deep in your hole?" "Oh yes! God, yes!" I cried. The idea of being flooded with cum-- of maybe even having the honor of carrying my Master's baby-- was almost too much too handle. I felt like I was going to burst. His fingers began exploring my pussy hole as I moaned low. One finger-- two fingers-- three-- oh! In and out, in and-- then I felt him gently stroking my engorged clit. "Oh!" I cried, "Please fuck me with your magnificent cock!" "You want it, huh?" Robert queried deliberately slyly. "So badly, sir." I guess my desperate pleas worked because I soon felt the head of Robert's cock probing the entrance of my sticky hole, then gently sliding in as I writhed in ecstasy. First, he thrust slowly and shallow, only allowing a few inches of himself into me. I could feel my pussy lips hungrily clinging to the thick head every time he removed his cock, only for it to plunge in again, slowly, methodically. He knew the build-up was killing me, and he enjoyed the torture he was inflicting. "Yes! More! I need it so bad." I cried. "You need it? So you're a cock slut then? For who?? Whose cock do you need??" "Yours, Robert! Just yours! I worship your-- your cock." Just then Robert slammed hard into my pussy, causing me to shriek in pain and pleasure. Now there would be no reprieve; Robert unleashed a torrent of violent thrusts into my cunt as he gripped my hips.I could feel his fingernails digging into my supple flanks. Robert's pounding was like a symphony's crescendo-- I could almost hear the cymbals crashing around me. Just as I was nearing an uncontrollable climax, the thunder stopped. I felt Robert's cock slide out of my drenched hole, while I shuddered in shock. "Don't you dare turn around," he warned. "It's time for you to show me what a dirty little meat slut you really are." I opened my eyes a crack and from my position, slumped over the kitchen table, I saw Robert reach for the extremely thick hard sausage I had laid out for breakfast. My mind was trying to comprehend but-- too late. The greasy meat stick was being stuck into my pussy, stretching it far beyond its capacity. The whole thing wouldn't quite fit and it hurt like the dickens. "I'm gonna get this in your little hole even if I have to tear you a bit. And you're gonna be a little meat slut and take it. And like it." Robert said as he tried different ways and angles to stuff the stick in my cunt. And then, "Oooooooh!" I cried as Robert finally jammed the whole meat stick into my pussy. It felt as though my insides had caught on fire. Robert simply laughed and pushed the meat dildo in and out of me as fast as he could. "My girl, you're bleeding. You was a meat virgin!" Robert laughed again, uproariously. Beyond the blazing pain, I sensed that my clit was still throbbing wildly and that my pussy was even wetter than before! "Oh, Robert! Oh! I'm your meat slut. Thank you so much for stretching me." "Gooood girl," Robert said as he continued to pummel my pussy with the sausage, "Now you're gonna get a real treat. After another few minutes, the battering stopped. I opened my eyes again and saw Robert's hand reaching over me and scooping up some butter from the table. My pussy was on fire-- I didn't know what was in store, but I felt I couldn't stand much more without passing out... Before I could exhale three times, I felt a cool sensation on my anus-- Robert was rubbing a small globule of butter on my asshole and then pushed it in with his finger! "Aiiiiii!" I screamed, "It hurts! Please, no!" "What did you say??" "Robert, I want only to please You, but I don't think I can take it. Please forgive me." "Bitch, you will do what you're told. I was gonna go slow, but now you're gonna get it." Robert covered my mouth with one of his hands to muffle my cries. I heard what I think was Robert lathering up his fat cock with butter. Without warning, Robert plunged himself deep in my ass while the sausage was still burrowed in my pussy. "I told you you'd take it, you dirty slut." He hissed. I sobbed from the searing pain in both my holes, but Robert only tightened his grip around my mouth to stop me from crying out. He pushed his cock rapidly and mercilessly into me, slamming his hips into my soft buttocks. My body was enduring what I thought was utterly impossible. Amid the shock and pain, I was acutely aware that my intense arousal was now a mounting orgasm, though I felt unworthy after my ghastly disobedience. When I stopped trying to scream, Robert removed his hand from my mouth and I exclaimed, "Robert, tear my holes up! They're Yours, all Yours! Do what You wish with them and forgive my awful behavior." "I know they're mine, stupid bitch. Now it's time for me to mark my territory. The brisk pounding became even faster as Robert approached orgasm. He grunted and sweated and grabbed my arms out from behind me so he could really go at me. He began thrusting and swearing in a maddened frenzy-- I knew it was time. "Fuuuuuuuck! Take my load, bitch!" He yelled. His cock violently spasmed and shot cum all over my insides. While he filled me with his sticky goodness, I was doubly shaken by the addition of my own orgasm that racked my body with convulsions. "Oh oh oh!" I cried long and loud until I collapsed into a limp heap on the table. Robert pulled his softening cock out of my ass and the sausage fell out of my pussy and onto the ground. I guess I had been stretched so much that the meat stick didn't even fit snugly inside of me anymore! My whole groin area felt even more aflame than before, now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off. "Don't you even think of resting yet." Robert said when he caught his breath. "It's time for you to straighten out the kitchen like a good wifey. This place is a mess. Shame on you!" To be continued...