My family turned me their sex slave

TL ;DR : at 11 years old i was molested by my father, cousin and two sisters. Forced feminized and turned drug addict at 14.

I got the courage to put this story out on this sub-reddit. To vent it off and deal with my past. I cant imagine what would my life be if i wasn’t molested.

It started when my older sister (16) and younger sister ( 15) took advantage of my parents separation and my mother’s negligence. I was a healthy 11 year old boy, top of my class and well behaved.

My sisters began dressing me in their clothes, asking me if i could be their sister for one day. It was trivial in the beginning. Then one day my older sister began sticking her hand in my pants and rubbing my anus. It felt relaxing, so i didnt mind it at all. I actually put out my ass and ask my younger to join in. My younger was very curious about my balls, she held them regularly and laughed about how they felt funny. My older sister pushed her finger in my butthole one time, I instantly felt a rush down my spine and asked to keep fingering me. My younger squeezed my balls by mistake and I screamed in pain. That made her do things mentioned later.

My Favorite Spanko Fantasy [Mf] [bdsm] [exh] [Fsub] [huml] [Mdom]

It begins casual. A normal day. My dom and I hanging out at our local bar with all of our friends. We’re laughing, having a good time, then I make a jibe. Nothing too bad, just a little poking fun. Everyone laughs… except Him. He gets a little smirk, raises an eyebrow. I feel a little painful squeeze on my thigh, but I’m feeling naughty so when the opportunity arises again I make another joke at His expense. This time He laughs a little, and I smile thinking I got away with it. Then He grabs my wrist, pulls me quickly over His lap. I gasp and struggle – not in front of everyone! I apologize, trying to laugh it off like a joke. Like we’re just playing. He laughs too, pulling up my skirt just a bit. My friends are silent, shocked. I try to get up but He holds fast. I feel my face go red, beads of sweat between my thighs.

“Don’t worry,” He says, “She knows what she’s done. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I’m silent, too humiliated to speak. I manage a tiny nod while I stare at the ground.

[MMF] My adventures with a pathetic cuckold husband and his wife, my cumslut girlfriend

She was a subject more than worthy of the photographer, and more importantly, a subject of mine.

Tinder was more ubiquitous in college than the textbooks themselves and more studied than any major. But if you weren’t paying attention, it was easy to make the same wonderful mistake I did, in not changing your age range.

A truly wonderful marriage between two lovely people was happening about 23 miles from my college campus; Tried, true: successful and adventurous. They spent years occasionally swinging, or hiring a third member for their bedroom, building a library of toys for their relationship, and on lavish vacations. And then suddenly, as if like a switch, the husband had finally admitted to himself that he was indeed a cuckold.

A few weeks of conversation elapsed before they finally indulged his taboo. A gentle experiment. A premium tinder account, and a college campus geo-targeted to ensure proper degrees of separation for them. But together they went.

Why they chose me, I still don’t know. I suppose my profile, my carefully curated pictures, perhaps 20 year old me was boyish in that perfect way still, I am still unsure. But once she sent the first message, their worlds in mine began spinning rapidly.

Sex and the boss [mm]

I’m a 27 year old male (the receiver) my bf is 51 (the giver) But before I got with him, I slept with his dad!

His dad (now 72) , was at the time the manager of where my sister and grandma worked. He came out as gay in the early 00’s. He was a nice bloke and always got invited to family gatherings & parties. When I was 16 and thinking about coming out, I spoke to him – he was super cool and told me how to do it, where to seek support and what to expect from people.

When I was I signed up to the Grindr app for Gay hook ups. After about 6 weeks, a message popped up and it turns out to the dad. We got chatting and exchanged a few pictures etc, in the end I went to his – we had a few beers and I gave him a BJ and went home. After a few more meets I finally agreed to let him fuck me. Lots of lube, condom’s and a strict understanding that when I said it, he would pull out. This worked out well for a few times.

[Belly stuffing/Weight Gain/Humiliation] Mrs. Sanders’ Big Brunch. A little story I created based on the tale that got many of us into weight gain . . . Winnie the Pooh & the Honey Tree. Enjoy!

Winnifred lived in a small, cozy room on the ground floor of the big doll house. This was largely out of convenience, since stairs had a tendency to leave her huffing and puffing by the time she finished climbing them. The entrance to Winnifred’s residence was a door bearing a gold plaque above it which read ‘Mrs. Sanders.” This was the title by which other dolls in the house typically addressed Winnifred out of respect, since she was a bit older than the dollhouse’s other inhabitants.

One late morning Winnifred was sitting in a (necessarily!) large armchair in front of her fireplace, humming blandly to herself and trying to think of something. She wanted to do something useful with her day, but since her head was filled with fluff, it usually took quite a bit of pondering and deliberating for her to produce anything remotely resembling an idea. “Think, think, think . . .” she murmured softly, gently tapping the side of her head with her pointer finger. Suddenly, her reverie was interrupted by the chiming of her cuckoo clock, and her face brightened as her attention shifted to the intruding noise. “Oh! Ten chimes—that means that it’s time for . . . something . . . oh bother, I’ve forgotten again,” the doll pouted.

Emma Degraded Part 1 (blackmail, non-consent/reluctance, humiliation, anal, exhibitionism)

Hey guys – first post! Let me know what you think, and if you’d like to see more (female writer; most of this is my own personal fantasy). Enjoy! :)

—————————————-

Emma yawned and stretched. It was nearly closing time at the videogame shop where she worked, and she already had her mind on the date she had planned for that evening. It was the third this month; her friend and colleague Charlotte had set her up on a dating app, and unsurprisingly, Emma had received a lot of attention already. She was a petite 20-something with waist-length dark hair, large, hazel eyes and a scattering of tiny freckles over her nose. She and Charlotte were the only two female members of staff among ten or so men. They got on with most of their male co-staff, a mixture of typical gaming nerds and a few more conventional sorts, but both felt a strong dislike for their manager, Steven. Steven was in his fifties, a little on the overweight side with eyes that unashamedly undressed both girls, not caring how uncomfortable it seemed to make them. He seemed to have a particular liking for Emma, finding any excuse to brush against her, and she was sure he had deliberately ordered her work uniform – a black polo shirt and trousers – two sizes too small. Her C-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric, and she often saw her colleagues’ eyes rake over her chest when they thought she wasn’t looking.

[mmf] The undeniable evidence of being cuckolded! [Cuckold] [Humiliation] [Hotwife]

Originally written by Andrew Powell from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-347 and posted with permission.

After my wife, Barbara, and I moved to our new city things seemed to settle down to a more normal life and we even had sex again from time to time. I was thinking that it was a good move to get away from our crazy denied cuckold lifestyle before things impacted us professionally. But as the saying goes once you let the genie out of the bottle it’s hard to put it back in. My wife had enjoyed many years of crazy wonderful sex with countless men and being fulfilled as a woman in every sense of the word. I began to wonder how long our somewhat mundane sex life would work out for Barbara. I thought, can a woman be satisfied with a 3.5 inch cock of a man that can only last a few minutes at best. A woman that for years has been use too monster cocks buried deep inside her pussy with massive balls slapping against her ass for countless hours. I started to think that maybe I was a little naive to think my wife could so easily go back to a boring almost non-existent sex with a husband she no longer saw as a man.

My Ex and My Best Friend [MFM] [Rough] [Cheating] [Humiliation]

Nowadays, if a friend or acquaintance asks if I’d like to join in and get high, I get that all too familiar pit in my stomach. You know the kind – the kind that reminds you of all the bad shit. The loss of a loved one, an anxious job, or in this particular instance, being cheated on. I was high the first time I was cheated on by the love of my life. And ever since then, I have never enjoyed reliving that sensation, and I’m about to tell you why.

Emma was all you could ask for in a girl. She was short, perky, incredibly intelligent to match her unbelievable attractiveness. Dark brown hair that turned to rose under dim lighting, and sweet blue eyes that occasionally turned grey. Her skin was smooth and full of freckles, and her personality made even strangers warm up to her immediately. I write about her as if I havent gotten over her, and that’s because I really havent. I still don’t know if I’m to blame, my ex best friend Martin, or Emma herself for whatever happened. I try not to think about it too often. That pit in my stomach always ends up feeling worse and worse. It’s hurtful to admit that through this all, I lost two bestfriends.

Repayment part 2 (kidnapping, forced submission, humiliation/degradation)

Cali’s eyes widen as she watched the implements being brought in. There were shackles, chains, collars,leashes, and some items she couldn’t see clearly enough. Mara scoffed at her when she started to shiver and cry lightly. Mara mistook the tears for being afraid and told her such in whispered tones. Cali was afraid but relieved to be forced to finally act out a fantasy nobody knew she had.

Green-eyes let them stare at the implements for a few minutes. They watched as paddles, belts and other toys were set on the table. “You ladies have a way out of this. Repay us your portion of the dinner bills and you are free. You can walk out now. We were even nice and only 1/2 the bills rather than accurately putting down what was yours. Choose now repay and leave or accept the punishment.” Cali quickly choose punishment. Mare slowly followed suit with many complaints.

Damien informed the girls their outfits were behind the privacy panels. “Get changed quickly. We do not want to hear a single word or complaint. If we do, you will recieve punishment.”