Slut life

Jennifer stood in the bathroom, the flush of the toilet still reverberating in her ears, the ring that had been her escape gone. She’d watched it spiral down, the glint of metal vanishing into the pipes, and with it, any chance of returning to Jeff.

Her hands gripped the counter, polished nails digging into the edge as she stared at her reflection: tangled blonde hair, smudged makeup, lips parted in a mix of nervous anticipation and raw desire. Curvaceous and sexy, a full head shorter than her former self. She’d made her decision, and she felt impulsive and reckless, driven by the heat of submission that had consumed her over the weekend. It wasn’t just that. This new life, she wanted it. Whether that was her or the effect of the ring, it didn’t matter. This weekend had been incredible. John was her boyfriend, her master. And deep down she wanted to be pregnant - another effect of the ring or was that her? In fact she expected to be pregnant. Using the ring would have confirmed it one way or another… but she thought she knew. Woman’s intuition or slut’s submissive desire.

Doubt flickered, a faint whisper of regret, but it was drowned out by the pulsing need between her thighs, the ache that screamed for John to claim her again. She’d flushed the ring, chosen this life, this body, this role. There was no going back. Was there? She cupped a large full breast and tickled her nipple erect. Now she had to lie in the bed she’d made—and God, she hoped he’d fuck her in it. A lot.

Despite her attempt to clean herself, her pussy was still slick with his cum, a reminder of the past two days—John’s relentless dominance, the way he’d filled her over and over, each time pushing her deeper into this new reality. The memory of her own voice, whimpering “Please come inside me, Sir,” made her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it also sent a jolt of arousal through her, her nipples hardening. She was a horny little slut, and the thought both humiliated and thrilled her. She craved his control, his cock, the way he made her feel small and owned. But there was a nagging doubt: had she thrown away too much? Her old life, her independence, all for this? She pushed it aside, focusing on the heat pooling in her core. She was Jennifer now, and she wanted to be his.

John’s voice broke her reverie, a low call from the living room. “Jennifer, get out here.” The command sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding before her mind could catch up. She took a shaky breath, and stepped out, her bare feet soft against the hardwood. With each step her embarrassment mingled with anticipation. She wanted him to want her, to make her his again.

He was sprawled on the couch, coffee mug in hand, his eyes raking over her with a predatory glint that made her pussy clench. “Morning, slut,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. The word hit her like a slap, humiliating and perfect, and she felt her face flush even as she grew wetter.

“Morning, Sir,” she replied, her voice soft, submissive. She hesitated, then sank to her knees beside the couch, unprompted, her hands resting on her thighs. The position felt right, natural, and the approval in his eyes made her heart race. But doubt lingered—would he tire of her? Would this be enough, being his plaything?

He set the mug down, leaning forward, his gaze pinning her in place. “You look like you’re thinking too much,” he said, his tone teasing but firm. “What’s going on in that pretty little head? Regretting using the ring?”

Her breath caught, embarrassment flooding her. She hadn’t meant to confess, but the words tumbled out. “It wasn’t an accident,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I threw it away. I wanted this. Us. Like this, sir.” Her face burned, the admission laying her bare, but saying it aloud solidified her choice. She was Jennifer, his slut, and she’d chosen this bed.

John’s eyebrows shot up, then he laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made her squirm. “Fuck, that’s funny,” he said, leaning back, his eyes gleaming as he reached out and possessively fondled her heavy breasts. “You flushed it on purpose? You’re more of a bitch than I thought. You’ll never be Jeff again huh?” The words stung, but they also made her pussy throb, her thighs pressing together as she knelt before him. “Tell me why,” he demanded, his voice sharpening. “Why’d you do it?”

She swallowed, her hands trembling. “I… I love being yours, Sir,” she said, her voice shaking with both shame and need. “I love how you make me feel. Like I’m… nothing but your slut. It turns me on. And, I think I’m pregnant already. I want to be pregnant with your baby…” The confession was humiliating, exposing the depth of her desire, but it felt good to say it, to admit how much she craved this role.

He smirked, pleased, and reached out, tilting her chin up. “Good girl,” he said, his thumb brushing her lips. “But you’re not just my slut. You’re my breeder slut. You’re exactly how I imagined you when I made you use the ring the other night. I wanted you to be like this. But I’m gonna make sure you look the part. Starting with that pussy.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “I’m shaving it. I want it smooth, bare, ready for me whenever I want. You’re gonna love it, aren’t you?”

Her face burned, the idea both embarrassing and intoxicating. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. The thought of him shaving her, exposing her completely, made her clit throb. She wanted to please him, to be his perfect little toy, even if it meant surrendering every shred of her old control.

“And another thing,” he continued, his hand sliding to her throat, a gentle but possessive grip. “No clothes in the house. Ever. I want you naked, always ready for me to fuck you. You’re mine, Jennifer, and I want access to every inch of you.” His words were a command, a claim, and she nodded, her body humming with need. The idea of being constantly exposed, ****, was humiliating, but it also made her wet, her pussy aching for his touch.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice eager despite the flush of shame. She shifted on her knees, her arousal almost unbearable. “Anything you want.” She was still a little embarrassed - Jeff, her former male self was still a part of her and that intensified the shame and consequently her arousal.

He chuckled, his thumb stroking her throat. “That’s my girl. Now, one more thing. You’re not going on the pill. I’m gonna keep fucking you raw, filling you up, until you’re pregnant. I want you bred, Jennifer. My cum’s already in you, and you’re gonna take more until you’re carrying my kid. That’s what a good breeder does, right?”

Her stomach flipped, a mix of panic and exhilaration. Doubt surged—pregnancy would tie her to him in a way she couldn’t undo. It was so final. But the thought of his cum inside her, of her body changing - belly and ass and breasts swelling - because of him, made her pussy clench, her arousal drowning out her fear and concern. “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “I want it. I want to be your breeder… completely.” Was this her desire… or the rings?

He grinned, his hand tightening briefly on her throat. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said. “Get up. Now.”

She scrambled to her feet and stood naked before him, goosebumps rising on her skin, her nipples hard under his gaze. Embarrassment made her want to cover herself, but the heat in his eyes, the way he licked his lips, fueled her desire. She was his, and she wanted him to see her, to want her.

“Kitchen,” he said, standing and gesturing for her to follow. She obeyed, her heart pounding, every step a reminder curtainof her vulnerability. In the kitchen, he pointed to a chair. “Bend over it. Spread your legs.”

She did, her heavy breasts swaying as he ran his hand against the perfect curve of her bare ass, her thighs parting to reveal her slick pussy. He stood over her, his presence overwhelming, and she felt small, exposed, exactly as she wanted to be. “You’re still horny, are you?” he asked, his voice casual but pointed as he poured himself more coffee.

“Yes, Sir,” she admitted, her face flushing. Regret flickered—she hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t thought it through—but her arousal was stronger, the thought of pregnancy making her wetter. “I… I didn’t…”

“Perfect,” he said, turning to her, his eyes dark with intent. “I’m gonna breed you, Jennifer. You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it. You want that, don’t you? To be my pregnant little slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, her pussy throbbing at his words. The idea terrified her, but it also made her ****, her body begging for him to follow through. She was his breeder, his toy, and she wanted to be everything he desired, no matter the cost.

He set his coffee down and crossed to her, his hand cupping her pussy, fingers sliding through her wetness. “So fucking wet,” he murmured, his thumb circling her clit. “You love this, don’t you? Being my dirty little whore.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. The humiliation, the submission, it all fed her arousal, making her dizzy with need. She’d chosen this, and she wanted more.

“Bathroom,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Time to shave that hairy little pussy.” She followed him, her legs shaky, anticipation and embarrassment warring within her. In the bathroom, he had her sit on the counter, legs spread wide, a towel beneath her. The razor gleamed in his hand, and she trembled as he lathered her pubic hair with shaving cream.

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice calm but commanding. The first stroke of the razor was slow, intimate, and she gasped, the sensation overwhelming. He worked carefully, his fingers brushing her clit, teasing her until she was dripping, her body betraying her every doubt. “Look at you,” he said, rinsing the razor. “So needy. You love being my girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered, her face burning as he finished, leaving her pussy smooth and bare. He ran a finger over her, inspecting his work, and she moaned, her hips jerking. “Please, Sir,” she begged, **** for more.

He smirked, setting the razor aside. “Not yet. You’re staying naked, staying ready. And tonight, I’m fucking you again. No condoms, no pulling out. I’m gonna fill you until you’re pregnant.” His words were a promise, a threat, and she nodded, her body humming with need.

She was Jennifer, his horny little slut, and she’d chosen this life. Doubt and regret might linger, but they were no match for the thrill of submission, the ache for his cock, the desire to be bred. She’d lie in this bed, and she’d beg for him to fuck her in it, again and again.