Completely outraged by all the times her "girlfriend" posted about how tempted she was to try dick or cheat and even used their relationship as fetish fuel for men in her posts, she decides to get revenge on her for lying about being a lesbian

Secretly, she reaches out to all the men her "girlfriend" had teased online, sending them pictures, screenshots and all the evidence to prove its really her

Helen was struggling to get her wife off. She stopped fruitlessly rubbing lucy's cunt and brought her mouth on to lucy's clit, that was no better, she licked and sucked with no success, almost retching on the taste.

They'd never used to have this problem, between her mouth, her fingers and their toys she'd used to be able to force orgasm after organ from Lucy's slutty dyke pussy whenever they played at having sex.

Wait, something wasn't right, Helen had never used to words like slutty dyke pussy before and why did she think she was playing at sex? Wasn't this just having sex?

The trouble had started after their threesome. Helen and Lucy had always been monogamous before, but there was something about that man. He'd (what was his name again?) met them in a bar and introduced himself. He'd been charming and flirty in a way neither of them had ever remembered a man being before and after a few drinks they both somehow found themselves wondering what heterosexual sex felt like.

It had felt incredible. Helen had never cum so hard and now she thought about it that was the last time she'd seen Lucy cum at all. There was something about him that was so masculine, so powerful. How he'd used their bodies and their sexualities in an intoxicating cocktail of taboos. How could Helen's dry hands and chapped lips compare with that?

Helen's mind wondered from the love of her life's clit to her memories. What was it he'd made her say as he took Lucy's gold star?

"I can't do it, I need a man" that's what she'd said as she watched the stranger's cock dissappear inside the pussy she was failing to get off.

"I can't do it, I need a man" again and again Helen had said it as she watched her wife cum like a performing whore on a stranger's cock.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she felt her pussy drip at the thought.

"I can't do it, I need a man" she realised she was spelling out the words letter by letter on Lucy's clit with her tongue. Why didn't that feel wrong?

Lucy was mumbling something as Helen failed to force an orgasm from her. What was she saying?

Helen felt Lucy, hand's on her head, he wedding ring against her scalp. Helen's wife made a fist and pulled her head from her unsatisfied clit. They looked each other in the eye as Lucy repeated again and again.

So what?

It doesn’t mean anything. The whole point of a kink and a fetish is that it’s exciting, right? That it’s fun and new and something different. Something out of your ordinary. Right? So why wouldn’t you indulge that? It feels good, it’s nice. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.

You’re not changing. 

It’s not really affecting you.

So what if you can’t even get off unless there’s a cock.

So what?

It’s not actually there. You’re just watching a girl get fucked, that’s all. Or watching her suck cock. Or suck cock and get fucked. Or imagining her. Imagining the sound she’d make and the look on her face as a big, fat cock slid into her. How her whole body would stiffen when he finished inside her. How his cum would look dribbling from her fucked cunt and the beautiful, dazed, cockdrunk expression she’d have. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.

You’re not changing.

It’s not really affecting you.

So what if you’re starting to get jealous of those girls.

So what?

It just looks like fun. It looks fun to be a slut for a man. To let him just use you. To be so, so full of him. To have his weight pinning you down as he lined himself up and slid in as you squirmed helplessly underneath him. It doesn’t mean anything if that gets you wet, it’s an exciting idea, it’s not your fault. So what if you like to imagine that you’re the one he’s cumming inside? You’re not changing.

You’re not changing.

It’s really affecting you.

So what if you only cum with a man’s permission now.

So what?

It adds something. You could easily do it if you wanted. It’s not as if he could stop you, right? So why does it matter that you only will if he says so? It’s just playing along. It’s just part of the experience. It’s just better to listen to him and to obey a man. It just feels more natural. More natural to the fun, that’s all. It was still your choice anyway, to give up choice, so really you’re still the one in charge, the one actually in control. You’re not changing.

You’re changing.

It’s really affecting you.

So what if he owns you now.

So what?

It was just the natural next step. You already needed his permission to cum, and then to touch, so just admitting that he owned your cunt wasn’t really going much further anyway. And if you've already done that, why not say he just owns all of you? Easier. Besides, he’s a man, he can look after your cunt better than a dumb, ditzy girl like you. That’s just common-sense. You need his control otherwise you’d just spend all day rubbing yourself to cocks and watching other girls getting fucked - he said so, and you know he’s right. He’s so good for you, you’re so glad he’s helping you. He said you’re better now. You do feel better, so obviously he’s right. He said you're changing. You’re changing.

You’re changing.

It’s really affecting you.