Degradation

I'm living with Jill now. Again.

The situation has changed, though. Before she was always rather controlling, but we were boyfriend - girlfriend. We were a couple.

Now, Jill is making it clear I am not her boyfriend, I am her toy. Her slave. The boy she keeps around and controls because it makes her happy.

The cops came by a couple of days after I raped that girl. After she triggered my neuro-chips that made me rape that girl. She was able to get rid of them, claiming I was with her that night. Which was true, she was there. Watching me rape the girl. She caused it. I had not wanted to do it, but when my chips get activated... I fuck anything in sight that will give me relief.

She's been slowly showing me just how completely she controls me. I have no control over my own body any more; Jill has the remotes, both of them. She can make me rape anything, anytime, anywhere she pleases.

She's been proving it to me. Driving it home.

It started the second night I moved back into her house, after we both got home from work. When she walked in the door she dropped her purse on the couch and poured herself a drink.

"Jack, take off your clothes," she said casually.

Thinking maybe she wanted sex, and not completely against that idea, I removed my clothes piece by piece as she watched.

When I was naked, she pointed to a big beanbag chair she has in the living room and said, "hump the chair. Cum on it, smear it with your semen."

I looked at her in dismay. "But... "

She had already pushed the button on the remote. My cock was hard, I needed relief. I headed for her, but she took a knife from the kitchen and held me off. "The chair, Jack. There. Hump it. Fuck the chair, babe."

I quickly did. I turned and mounted the chair, legs spread, and began humping. She took out her phone and videotaped me as I fucked the chair to an orgasm, shuddering and spewing semen all over the thing.

"Clean up your disgusting body fluid," she said afterward, and I did. I moved wiped it off and then washed the surface and dried it until it was clean.

We went to bed that night without having sex.

Two nights later came the next demonstration of her control.

We were watching TV and she turned on Jeopardy. It's on channel 7, which on her TV remote triggers my sexual response.

"No... no!... Oh, god, Jill... please don't..." I cried as I realized what she was doing.

I tried to reach for her, to kiss her and get her clothes off so we could fuck. My cock was rock hard and needed release.

She shoved me away, pushing with her foot and knocking me to the other side of the sofa, then watched as I dry humped the sofa until I ejaculated.

We had sex last Saturday night, though. She had requested (demanded) that I take her out to a very nice restaurant. We dressed up and it was a pleasant evening.

Upon returning home we were barely in the door before she hit my remote control and I was panting, hard as a rock, needing to cum, bad.

I pushed her to the bed and took her from behind, my cock throbbing and pulsing.

She was wet, too. She wanted to fuck and really enjoyed the way I took her. Jill is fantastic in bed, and when she lets me fuck her it is amazing.

The problem is she doesn't always allow me to fuck her. She is intent on demonstrating to me that she has complete control over me. That she is in command. That I am not free.

So she is making me do things.

The day after we went out, it was Sunday, she was in the kitchen fixing dinner and had cut open a nice big watermelon. I don't like watermelon, but she does.

Jill took half a watermelon and set it on the counter, and asked me over.

"Hey babe, come here for a second."

I got up from the living room and came in, thinking she wanted help with dinner.

"Take off your clothes for me."

This time I knew what was happening. "Oh, Jill, please don't do this to me. I get it. You are in control. Please, don't make me do something disgusting... it makes me sore, anyway. --"

It didn't matter. Very soon afterward I was naked with the watermelon beneath me, pumping away. She hadn't cut a hole in it or anything, I had just shoved my rock hard cock into it.

Surprisingly, it felt good, though almost anything feels good when I am in that condition. Once she triggers me arousal response my cock needs to get inside something, penetrate something, anything. Once it does I shove and shove, the stimulation feels like such a relief until I have this amazing, roaring orgasm.

Then I come back to earth and see what she has made me do.

Jill watched me fuck the fruit and chuckled while I did.

She served me the watermelon for dinner. It still had my cum smeared on it.

"I can't eat this, Jill. I fucked it. It's still dirty!"

"Eat your fruit Jack, or I will make you fuck something a lot worse and eat that."

I sighed and ate it.

It turned out she made me fuck something worse anyway. Well, marginally worse at least.

Two days later and we were fixing dinner together.

I had no idea she even triggered my remote, but there I was in the kitchen with a massive hardon and the deep need to fuck something.

So I did.

I fucked the chicken we were going to have for dinner.

The naked, raw carcass of the roasting chicken took my cock and I fucked it. Jill took pictures as I did the deed, laughing at me.

"You see," she said. "I am the only control in your life now, and you will do as I tell you."

This climaxed last night. The ultimate happened, as far as I am concerned. I came home from work and Jill was already home.

Now, you have to realize, I still view Jill as my girlfriend, even though she has basically become a nasty dominatrix demanding obedience and submission, and is using the arousal device to force the issue, to threaten me if I don't comply.

So when I found Jill in bed with some strange guy, I was pissed off. Like, really angry.

"What the fuck, Jill?! Who is this guy? What is he doing here?!"

Jill was very calm. "This is Sammy. He's a delivery person at work. Don't worry, Jack, it isn't like I love him. You are my guy. But... well... Sammy is a friend with benefits."

"Jill, no fucking way. I am not gonna put up with this. You---"

I gasped.

My remote had been on the side of her bed and she triggered it. My cock was hard, and Jill and Sammy were the only candidates for relief within reach.

I reached for Jill, trying to get her down and me on top, but she has gotten really good at wriggling away like she was greased. Which she was, sorta, as she was naked and sweaty from fucking Sammy.

And so it was that I ended up on top of a very surprised Sammy.

I am so totally not gay! I've never fucked a guy in my life, and have no desire to! Until that moment, when he appeared directly in front of me when I was hit with the urge to fuck something, anything.

I grabbed Sammy and pushed him down on the bed, forced him down on his stomach and stretched on top of him. My cock naturally found its way between his ass cheeks and while his anus was constricted closed, it represented no barrier to my rock hard cock.

Moments later I was inside Sammy and pumping away. He felt good, a really tight sphincter grasping my cock, milking it, serving my arousal. I rammed into him hard.

It only took a minute or two of Sammy fucking before I grunted and spurted a huge amount of cum into his rectum.

Jill clapped her hands. "That's it, Jack! Now Sammy can be shared with both of us!"

I was slowly withdrawing my greased cock from Sammy's ass and Sammy was panting, still trying to understand what had happened. "Please... no... Jill... I am not gay..." I pleaded.

"Could have fooled me," said Sammy from below as I got off him.

"She made me do it. She forced me."

"Riiiight.... look, Jill, I dunno what just went on here but I have no interest in getting ass fucked by this jackhammer. Keep him away from me or we are done. I am going home."

And he did.

Jill has made it pretty clear she can humiliate and degrade me anytime she pleases. I need to do whatever I can to keep her happy at all times.

My life... well, at least I am having sex. But it is more as a sex slave than anything else.