The Downfall of an Actress Ceo
Copyright© 2025 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 15
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 15 - The Story is about how a very powerful and self-made CEO falls to disgrace when she messes with a wrong man. This is a tale of humiliation, transformation and romance.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Mult Blackmail NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Shemale TransGender Fiction Celebrity Workplace Incest Brother BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema First Facial Food Oral Sex Sex Toys Spitting Water Sports Body Modification Foot Fetish Public Sex Prostitution Revenge Transformation AI Generated
The following morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating my face as I awoke with a mix of excitement and discomfort. Despite the painful throbbing in my ass, mouth, and pussy from the previous night’s rigorous use, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy and determination. The intense yearning to become the bride of Tamanna, to be forever bound to her in the eyes of my cruel master and mistress, filled my heart and mind. Nothing would stand in the way of this ultimate act of submission and love.
My master, Kevin, unlocked the cage that had become my nightly prison, allowing me to emerge on all fours. He ordered me to clean myself up, which I did eagerly, knowing that my appearance would be crucial in the humiliating tasks that lay ahead. Once I had freshened up, I was instructed to crawl to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for them. I obeyed without question, my body still aching from the relentless pounding I had endured.
As I served breakfast to my owners, they took their time to appreciate their pet’s obedience. Mistress Nina and Master Kevin petted my head as if I were a dog, and I felt a strange sense of pride in serving them. When they were finished, they dismissed me with a nod, and I began cleaning the table, feeling the warmth of their satisfaction.
After completing my chores, I was led to the bedroom, where a scandalous outfit lay waiting for me. It was a vivid pink skirt, so short that it barely covered my bruised bottom, a pale tube top that revealed my swollen, sensitive nipples, and a matching pink garter belt with stockings. No underwear was allowed, a constant reminder of my vulnerability and their control. My feet were adorned with a pair of six-inch transparent heels, designed to make walking difficult and painfully erotic.
I fixed my hair into a high ponytail, making sure it swished enticingly as I moved, and applied the makeup that had been carefully taught to me. It was a look that highlighted my features, making me appear both desirable and utterly submissive. When I was fully dressed, I presented myself to my owners in the hallway, kneeling before the couch where they were comfortably seated.
Master Kevin looked at me with a smirk and said, “Look at you, all dressed up like a slutty little doll.” I felt a rush of embarrassment but also a perverse thrill at his words. It was clear that I had been transformed into the ultimate plaything for their amusement.
Mistress Nina spoke up, her voice dripping with amusement, “What is it, Samantha? You look like you have something important to say.”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied meekly, “I was thinking about your proposal regarding my marriage to Tamanna.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement as she replied, “Ah, yes. I am quite serious about this. If you wish to marry her, you must first prove your devotion to us. You must come up with a creative way to entertain us and make us proud.”
I nodded eagerly, eager to please them. “I understand, mistress. May I go speak with Tamanna now?”
Mistress Nina considered my request for a moment before nodding. “You may go, but remember, you are to return before evening. We have plans for our little whore tonight.”
Elated at the prospect of speaking to Tamanna, I hastened to leave, but my master had other ideas. He stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder, his grip tightening. “Not so fast, slut,” he sneered. “You haven’t satisfied me yet.”
I knew what was expected of me and knelt before him without protest. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive black cock, which was already semi-erect at the sight of my willing submission. I began to kiss and lick him, eager to taste his pre-cum and bring him to full arousal.
As I took him into my mouth, the sheer size and power of his cock brought tears to my eyes, but I endured, eager to please him. I deep-throated him repeatedly, feeling the muscles in my throat strain as I fought to accommodate his length. Each time he pulled out, I eagerly took in more of him, desperate to show my devotion.
Master Kevin grew more and more excited, his grip on my ponytail tightening as he guided my movements. His cock grew harder and thicker with each stroke of my tongue, and I felt a sense of pride knowing that I was the cause of his pleasure. However, just as he was about to cum, he pulled away and ordered me to keep my mouth open.
With a cruel smile, he released a torrent of thick, white cum into my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in, my cheeks bulging as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful, the bitter taste of his seed coating my throat. When he was finally spent, he wiped his cock on my chest, leaving a sticky trail of cum just above my breasts.
“Keep that in your mouth until you get on the bus, slut,” he ordered, and I nodded, closing my lips around the warm, sticky mess.
The bus journey was a never-ending torment of embarrassment and arousal. Forced to stand by the back of the bus due to my slave status, a burly man approached, causing a shiver of fear to run through me. His lewd gaze made it clear he had no intention of respecting my boundaries.
“Look at you, standing there so temptingly,” he sneered, his voice echoing through the bus. “What are you, a cock tease or a full-blown whore?”
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I felt the weight of the cum in my mouth, preventing me from speaking. I had been taught that as a slave, I had no right to refuse anyone’s advances, so I hung my head low and endured his crude words.
He grew bolder, his rough hands wandering over my back, sliding over the fabric of my skirt. I knew that at any moment, his fingers would breach the flimsy barrier and invade my most intimate areas. Tears threatened to spill over as his touch grew more intimate, his calloused fingers brushing against the bare skin of my cunt.
“Oh, you’re one of those sluts who doesn’t wear panties,” he exclaimed, his voice thick with lust. “Just begging for it, aren’t you?”
Without warning, his fingers delved into my wet folds, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He stroked my swollen clit mercilessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
“You love this, don’t you, whore?” he taunted, sliding two more digits into my slick opening. My eyes begged him to stop, but his only response was a cruel chuckle.
As I was about to reach climax, he abruptly withdrew his hand, leaving me trembling and desperate for relief. He grabbed my chin, squeezing it hard, forcing me to open my mouth and reveal the degrading contents. The sticky cum oozed down my chin, pooling on my chest and staining my queen of spades tattoo.
“Looks like you’re a cum bucket,” he sneered, before spitting in my face. The warm glob of saliva landed just below my left eye, mixing with my tears. He disembarked the bus, leaving me shaking with rage and humiliation.
I quickly cleaned my face with a tissue, trying to erase the evidence of his assault. The rest of the journey was spent with my head down, praying for it to end. The other passengers’ stares bore into me, making me feel like a piece of meat on display.
As the bus came to a halt, I could hardly wait to get off. The journey had been an endless torment, with the sticky, humiliating evidence of my violation clinging to my skin and the smell of sex and degradation filling my nostrils. The moment the doors swung open, I stumbled out, desperate to leave the confined space that had been my prison for the past few hours. The cool air of the mall parking lot did little to ease the burning shame that consumed me. The sticky substance between my legs was a constant, unwelcome reminder of the disgusting acts that had taken place.
I hastened my steps as I approached the mall, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of refuge. The food court loomed ahead, and I knew exactly where I needed to go. The burger place, where Danny, my master’s friend and Tamanna’s master, worked. I had hoped to find some semblance of peace and understanding there, but as I neared the counter, my heart pounded in my chest. The few customers that were present turned their heads, their eyes lingering on me with a mix of curiosity and amusement, no doubt noticing the state I was in.
Danny looked up from the orders he was taking and spotted me. A smug smile spread across his face as he took in my disheveled appearance. “Well, well, if it isn’t the little slut Sammu,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I felt the weight of his gaze as he took in the mess that was me. The other workers at the burger joint couldn’t help but stare and whisper, their eyes tracing the path of the cum that had dried on my face and neck.
I shuffled closer to the counter, my knees knocking together as I tried to keep my balance. Danny leaned over, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “What do you want, whore?” he asked, not bothering to hide his contempt. I opened my mouth, revealing the pool of cum that had gathered there. He chuckled, his eyes lighting up with malicious glee. “Swallow it,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I did as I was told, the salty, bitter taste of another man’s release filling my mouth once more before I obeyed and gulped it down, feeling it slide down my throat.
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