The Downfall of an Actress Ceo
Copyright© 2025 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 16
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
I found myself standing in the room, my upper body bare and exposed, with the tattered remains of my tube top circling my waist. The humiliating word “CUMBUCKET” was scribbled across my breasts in a garish shade of spicy ketchup that had now dried to a glaring red. The cum stains on my face and chest served as a constant reminder of my degradation. The ben-wa-balls inside me were a torturous delight, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort with every movement I made. The wind played with the chain attached to them, causing the little bell to jingle as I awkwardly shifted my feet.
Tamanna’s footsteps grew louder as she approached the door. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipating her reaction to the state I was in. When the door finally opened, her eyes widened in shock, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sight before her.
“Samantha, what the hell has happened to you?” she asked, a mix of curiosity and horror etched on her face.
I managed a smile, taking in her beauty despite my own humiliation. Her artificially enhanced breasts looked absolutely delicious, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at their perfection.
“Can I come in, Tammu?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t turn me away.
“Of course,” she said, moving aside to let me in. She locked the door behind us, sealing us in together.
As she took in the full extent of my degradation, I felt the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “It’s nothing, really,” I assured her, “Danny, your Master, just had some fun with me before letting me come to see you.”
Her expression softened, but she knew she couldn’t help me in my current state. She led me to the basement, where she had a special spot for pets like me. In the corner, a dog bowl sat on the floor, with a small pillow beside it.
“Did you have lunch?” she inquired, and when I shook my head, she told me to sit on the pillow. With no other option, I complied, feeling the coldness of the floor against my bare skin. She filled the bowl with food and set it in front of me.
“Eat,” she ordered, and I did as I was told, dropping to all fours and lapping at the food like the submissive bitch I had become. It was a degrading experience, but my stomach growled with hunger, and I had no choice but to indulge. After I had devoured the meal, she filled the bowl with water, and I drank greedily, feeling the droplets spill down my chin and onto my chest, mixing with the sticky cum.
When she told me to start speaking, I took a deep breath and recounted my story, leaving out the part where I confessed my love and desire to marry her. I told her about my fall from grace, how I went from being a powerful businesswoman and celebrated actress to a sex slave for a black couple who owned me body and soul.
They had broken me, trained me to be obedient and willing, no matter the request or the pain involved. They had even made me question my sexuality, as I now found myself craving the touch of both men and women, something I had never considered before.
Tamanna looked at me with a mix of pity and fascination. “But what is it you wanted to tell me, Samantha? What’s so important that you went through all of this just to speak to me?”
I took a moment, gathering my thoughts and trying to compose myself. “Tammu,” I began, my voice shaking with emotion, “you remember how I used to be? Strong, in charge, respected?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Well, I’m not that person anymore. I’ve been through hell, and I’ve become ... something else.” I paused, the words difficult to get out. “But the one thing that makes it all bearable is you.”
Her confusion grew, and she took a step back. “What do you mean?”
“You’re so beautiful, Tamanna,” I continued, my eyes brimming with tears, “you’re glamorous, you’re everything I ever wanted to be.”
Ignoring the pain in my wrists from the tight ropes, I knelt before her. Leaning forward, I kissed her feet, feeling the softness of her skin against my lips. Looking up at her, I saw the shock in her eyes and hoped it was because of the depth of my feelings, not just my pathetic display.
“Tamanna,” I whispered, “I love you. Will you marry me?”
Her face contorted into an expression I couldn’t read, a blend of shock, confusion, and perhaps something else. I waited, my body trembling with hope and fear, my heart racing as I awaited her answer.
The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing, and the faint jingle of the bell attached to the ben-wa-balls inside me. My love for Tamanna was the only thing keeping me going through the pain and humiliation of my new life. The thought of her rejecting me was almost too much to bear.
Tamanna looked down at me, her expression unreadable. I knew I must have looked pitiful, with the dried cum on my face and the degrading label written across my chest. But in that moment, all I cared about was her answer.
“Samantha,” she said, her voice gentle, “you know I can’t marry you.”
My heart sank, but I had to keep going. “Why not?” I asked, my voice small.
“Because, it would never work out, you and I are fundamentally different, Samantha,” Tammu began, her voice cold and unyielding. “We may both be enslaved, but the nature of our bondage is not the same. When I was captured and broken, they didn’t just make me a slave; they transformed me into an object of desire for my owners, Danny and his girlfriend. They stuffed my lips until they were plump and kissable, inflated my breasts to perfection, and sculpted my buttocks to be the envy of any woman. But they didn’t stop there; they also made it clear that my body was exclusively for their use and pleasure.”
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I could feel the desperation rising in my chest. “What do you mean?” I stuttered, hoping she would somehow change her tune.
“Samantha, when they first acquired me, they didn’t just stop with the physical alterations. I was registered as their personal slave. And you, when you signed your contract with Master Kevin and his wife Nina, you didn’t just become theirs; you became the property of the entire K&N group. Your body is a plaything for any of the members to use and abuse as they wish.”
Her revelation left me trembling, and I could feel the weight of reality crushing down upon me. “But, I thought I was only theirs,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heart racing in my chest.
Tammu’s eyes bore into me, filled with a mix of pity and superiority. “Your tattoos, the ones that adorn your body with their initials, they are not permanent marks of ownership, Samantha. They are temporary brandings, a reminder that you are a disposable toy to them. They can, and will, sell you off to the highest bidder once they tire of your pathetic attempts to please them,” she said, her words cutting deeper than any whip could.
The pain and humiliation of her words were almost too much to bear. The sadness that washed over me was akin to the day my ex-husband had walked out of my life. But this time, there was an added layer of despair because I knew she was right. I was nothing more than a cumbucket to them, a receptacle for their lust and disdain.
“You see, even though you are owned by Kevin and his girlfriend, you are also at the mercy of your former secretary, Isis. She has the power to use you in any way she desires, just as they do. And yet, despite all of this, you dare to think that you could ever be worthy of me?” Tammu’s voice was filled with disdain, and she spat the words at me as if they were vile.
Tears streamed down my face, and I nodded, the truth of my lowly status sinking in like a heavy stone. “I’m sorry, Tammu, I didn’t know,” I sobbed, feeling the weight of my shame and the futility of my hope.
Tammu’s face softened for a moment, but the contempt in her voice remained. “I love you, Sam, but that love is purely physical. It ends the moment we leave this room and you go back to being nothing more than a whore for any man or woman who wishes to use you. You are a mere cumdumpster, and you will always be one.”
As if on cue, the door to the basement creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs. My heart raced even faster as Tammu’s mistress, the cruel and beautiful Kirti, descended into the dimly lit space. Her eyes scanned over us, taking in the scene with a smirk. “Is everything all right here, my pet?” she inquired, her voice dripping with malice.
With a tremble in her voice and a look of complete submission, Tamanna approached Mistress Kirti and lowered herself to her knees beside her feet. Her eyes were cast down, avoiding any direct contact as she awaited the next command. Mistress Kirti, a picture of dominance and amusement, made her way towards me and took her place on the luxurious couch. She gestured for Tamanna to begin recounting the events that had transpired.
Tamanna recounted every sordid detail of the day, her voice shaking as she revealed my desperate attempt to claim her as my wife. I felt the weight of Mistress Kirti’s gaze upon me, a mix of disgust and entertainment playing across her features as she listened to the story of my presumptuousness. Once Tamanna had finished speaking, Mistress Kirti’s laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and piercing my soul. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears, a stark reminder of my insignificance in her world.
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