I published one story called "Master's Toy: Part 1". Since then I've been busy and lost access to my account. Now I'm back to publish more stories.
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I am a straight man who fell into debt to an older, affluent man. I live as his slave now. While he enjoys using me for sexual gratification, he also finds it amusing to force me into pornographic shoots. He hires porn production companies to film scenes with me playing the part of the girl. As a straight male who once enjoyed such scenes, it is a degradation I can barely endure.
I've heard that writing anonymously about your experiences can help. Here is my first attempt.
Names of porn companies are changed.
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The camera points directly at my face. I looks away in shame.
"What's your name bitch?" the cameraman asks.
I do not answer at first. I feel tears at the corners of my eyes. My voice is choked. I have already been humiliated, turned into an object for sexual degradation. I don't want to participate any further.
My body is shaved and covered in oil. I am wearing nothing except for a pink g-string and black high heels. The g-string does little to hid my erection. My face is painted with makeup: fake eyelashes, metallic blue eye shadow, purple lipstick, and thick black eyeliner. A rhinestone collar is wrapped around my neck. There is a name tag, bearing the name I refuse to say. A chain leads from the collar to the cameraman's hand. It is a leash, another symbol of my submission
"Bitch, what is your name?" the cameraman repeats.
I decide to submit, knowing I have no choice.
"My name is Ashli," I say.
"And why are you here today Ashli?"
I swallows the last of my self-respect. I look directly into the camera. "I'm here to be your slut," I respond.
The cameraman laughs. He is a taller, muscular white male. I can't pay much attention to his features. My focus is on the enormous penis hanging between his thighs.
The cameraman pulls the leash. I fall to the floor on my hands and knees. This is where he wants me; on my hands and knees, leashed like an animal for his amusement. My thong clad ass points high into the air. The lights reflect off my smooth, oiled body. I look forward with pleading eyes.
"Come here slut."
The cameraman pulls hard on the leash. I crawl forward submissively. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be his slut, but it's easier. I crawl the way I've seen strippers move across a stage, as if there is nothing more important than the leering man holding a one dollar bill. My back is arched in a vile representation of my submission. My hips swing so that the the camera catches my thong clad ass swaying back and forth.
The cameraman pulls the leash hard so that my face is pressed into his crotch. His penis presses against my face. I try to move my head away, but he presses harder. Everything else slips away. My entire world is the space between his muscular thighs, where his powerful cock sits awaiting adoration.
"Kiss it bitch."
I open my mouth and kiss the engorged shaft. My lips cover the his penis, leaving it wet with my saliva. I suck lightly on the skin, wanting him to know that I'll be good. My tongue laps at his manhood. I taste his cock and my heart beats faster. The cameraman slaps my ass.
"Look into the camera."
I look up. He sneers down at me, clearly amused by my submission. I know what comes next. Shame turns my cheeks red.
"Beg for it you little slut."
"Please sir, let me worship your cock," I moan.
The man takes his eight inch cock into his hands and holds it like a club over my face. I sit back on my hands and knees, with my mouth open and tongue protruding. He slaps the shaft against my tongue, then rubs his cock across my face. His thick cock rolls over my face, dragging spit and precum. He marks me with his cock, letting me know that I exist for his pleasure.
I grasp his cock in my hands. It is hard, powerful, enticing. I cannot help myself. I stroke the shaft, loving the feel of his throbbing penis. My hands look tiny against his manhood. I cannot believe how low I have sunk. I am wearing makeup, with a thong wedged up my ass, and a leash around my neck. I am stroking a stranger's cock, licking his shaft, begging him to use for his sexual gratification. I am a toy, an object for strange men to brutalize for their own amusement. I want to do nothing but provide pleasure.
I bury my face in his ballsack, while stroking his cock. The taste of sweat lingers on his testicles. His musky smell fills my nostrils. I suck his balls, rolling them around my mouth. I give each ball a loving embrace with my mouth, savoring the taste of his testicles. I lick his balls, long and slow. My tongue slides seductively across his sack. I want him to know that I am giving myself over to his power.
"Worship a real man, bitch."
I take the head of his cock into my mouth. My plump lips part, allowing the cock entrance. Precum drips onto my tongue. I grow hard at the salty taste. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock.
I feel a smack on the back of my head.
"Get to work you little whore."
I take a deep breath and let go of any notions of pride. I am no longer a man, I am a slave to cock. I swallow his entire cock, feeling the hardness of his shaft rub against my throat. As my nose presses into his abdomen I can feel his balls resting on my chin. I gag, my body attempting to expel the intruder. My back arches and my stomach contracts. I kick the floor violently, moaning to be released. He holds my head firm. I gag again, my eyes filling with tears. I place my hands on his thighs in a desperate attempt to push him away. He smacks my face and mockingly tells me I'm not coming up. I can't breathe. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
"Gak, gak, gak." I hear myself making these noises of degradation. I cannot think of the shame, I can only think of breathing again. Every time I gag mucus explodes from my throat, creating a thick puddle around his crotch.
