Chapter 18: Allison and Angela use disguise self as leverage
Allison's voice was dripping with sweetness as she spoke to Angela, "Now, Angela, my dear, since you've agreed to TPE, it's time for you to put on this degradee collar. It will be a constant reminder of your place and will help you stay in character. Go ahead and put it on."
Angela's heart was racing as she reached for the collar, her hands trembling slightly. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, submitting to Allison's every whim.
But there was something about those big tits and that nose ring that made her feel strangely submissive.
"Alright, my dear, I've decided that to properly fit in with our little group, you're going to need a name change," Allison said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"What do you mean?" Angela asked nervously.
"Well, darling, in this world of ours, you can't just be plain old Angela anymore.
From now on, you shall be known as Dirty Angela, the resident slut of this fine establishment," Allison announced, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Angela's face turned beet red, but Allison's hold on her was too strong. She was powerless to resist. "Now, Dirty Angela, I need you to get on your hands and knees, open your mouth wide, and show Edgar how much of a good little slut you can be," Allison commanded, her tone firm and unwavering.
Angela hesitated for a moment before complying, her face flushed with shame. As she got into position, she heard the sound of Edgar's zipper being lowered and a moment later, felt the warm, heavy weight of his cock resting on her tongue.
Edgar chuckled, looking down at the sight of Angela on her hands and knees before him, her mouth open wide as she looked up at him with a mixture of shame and longing. "That's it, Angela, you're learning," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Now Angela list rank and rate 1-10 6 boundries you would have a hard time dropping.
(Use present tense)
1. I wouldn't make a personal sex tape for Edgar's birthday
2.I wouldn't engage in a threesome with Emily, even if Edgar begged me to.
7, maybe 8/10, depending on the specific circumstances and my level of intoxication.
3. I wouldn't let Edgar tattoo "Slut" or "Whore" across my chest, even if he promised to make me a first-level bard with spells.
4. I wouldn't perform a solo sex act on stage with a live audience, even if the money was going to charity.
5. I wouldn't let 2 or more guys gangbang me, even if they were all super hot, and Edgar was watching.
9/10.
6. I wouldn't let Edgar put me on display in a public place, like a shopping mall or a park, with a sign that said "Slut for Hire." 10/10.
I knew I was a filthy slut, but even I had my limits.
Allison chuckled when I gave her my list. "You have to understand, dear Angela, that as a TPE submissive, you're giving Edgar complete control over your body and mind. You're no longer in charge of your own desires or boundaries.
Angela rate and rank 6 reasons 1-10 why you want to set boundries.
(Shocked, she looks down at Allison, not believing what was happening. She coughs, her voice husky as she speaks.) I've always been this submissive, but never in public and front of strangers and people I know. It runs too deep to give that up easily. (8/10)
2. I can't let Edgar take any more control away from me than he already has. There are things I still want to have a say in, like my career and my future. (7/10)
3.
I have my own needs and wants that I don't want Edgar to control all the time. Sometimes, a girl just needs a little freedom to make her own decisions.
(6/10)
4. I am not a slave, nor will I ever be. My body is mine to control, not his. I can be submissive without giving up my own power and autonomy.
(8/10)
5. Being a slut in public can be freeing, but also degrading.
Allison laughs at her and casts disguise self so she looks like Angela, saying you know I can impersonate you and have people think you did any sexual act I want in public. Angela reacts.
"What the fuck, Allison?" She blurts out, her voice trembling with surprise. Allison laughs and says, "Relax, slut. It's just a little harmless fun."
Angela, now apologize for your fit and being a stupid whore and say, your orders are more important than my silly boundries.
I'll be a good slut and take it like a champ." Angela hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she couldn't disobey Edgar's orders, but the words felt like acid on her tongue.
"I'm sorry, master," she choked out, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm a stupid whore, and my silly boundaries aren't as important as your orders. I'll take it like a champ, master."
Edgar smirked at her, clearly pleased with her submission.
"Good slut," he said, patting her head like she was a loyal dog. Angela felt a strange mix of disgust and satisfaction at the praise. She had always secretly loved being called slut, and it made her pussy tingle every time.
Allison, still disguised as Angela, walked over to Edgar and kissed him deeply. Angela watched, feeling a pang of jealousy but also excitement. She had never been attracted to women before, but she couldn't deny that Allison's big tits and confident attitude turned her on.
Now Angela I have detect thoughts up, list and rate 1-10 6 men you would have the strongest reaction to them seeing you with a sign that says I'm wearing this stupid sign because I came without permission.
(Angela looks at Allison and Edgar, contemplating which men might react the worst if they saw her with the embarrassing sign)
1. My ex-boyfriend, Jake. He would definitely be pissed and probably tell everyone about it.
2. The handsome knight, Sir Gareth. He's a nobleman and might be scandalized by the sight. 7/10.
3. The arrogant mage, Geran. He might be intrigued by the sign and try to use it to his advantage. 5/10.
4. The group of girls who treat me like shit at the magic shop. They'd giggle and take photos to humiliate me further. 5/10
5. The young, innocent barmaid, Lily. She is sweet and pure, and the thought of her finding out I'd given in to temptation is mortifying. 10/10
6. The stern and proper High Priestess of Sarcom, Elara. If she saw me with that sign, she'd excommunicate me from the church without a second thought. Despite how much I hate her, I'd rather not face her wrath.
Angela took a deep breath and continued with her list, "Four, I wouldn't let Edgar humiliate me with a public display of submission, like making me grovel at his feet or beg for his cock. I have my pride, you know."
Allison chuckled and raised an eyebrow, "Five, you wouldn't let Edgar force you to perform degrading sex acts in front of others. I can't imagine our sweet Angela letting loose like that."
Angela blushed and looked down at her feet.
"I wouldn't let Edgar turn me into his personal sex slave either," she murmured, her voice husky with emotion. "I still have some dignity left." Allison's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in close to Angela, her voice a low whisper. "But you'll find that as you submit to Edgar more and more, you'll start to enjoy the sex and the degradation. Trust me, it's addicting." Angela shook her head, her heart feeling heavy.
The thought of becoming Edgar's sex slave was daunting, even if it meant gaining some power and spells as a result. But she knew that she couldn't back down now. She was in too deep, and there was no turning back.
Adding to the pressure, Emily approached Angela with a smug look on her face. "Well, Angela, looks like you're the one giving in to TPE for a chance to become a first-level bard.
You're the ultimate slut now, wearing that degrading collar and having to thank men who call you names and use you sexually." Emily laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Angela's face flushed, and she looked down at the ground, her hands trembling as she held onto the leash. Every time she was alone with Emily, she could feel her anxiety bubbling to the surface.
"Shut the fuck up, Emily.
Emily told her to list and rate 1-10 ways to give up her pride and push her boundaries.
As Angela tried to come up with examples, her cheeks burned without even needing Emily's telepathic prompting.
"One, I would let Edgar tie me up and whip me publicly, just for shits and giggles." She muttered hesitantly, barely audible.
She couldn't bring herself to speak such words aloud.
"What was that, Angela?" Emily taunted, leaning in closer to her. "I didn't hear you properly."
Angela swallowed hard and repeated, "I would let Edgar tie me up and whip me publicly, just for shits and giggles." She cringed as she said it, hating herself for sinking so low.
Emily clapped her hands together. "Good girl! That's the spirit! Now, come on, think of some more.
Don't you have any other boundaries you're holding onto, foolish girl? Emily narrowed her eyes and leered at Angela, causing the poor woman to squirm with discomfort.
9 more now!
Come on, Angela, I know you can think of more ways to let Edgar fuck with that pretty little head of yours.
"Two, I would let Edgar record us having sex and use it for his own pleasure. Three, I would let Edgar force me to have sex with multiple partners in front of him. Four, I would let Edgar degrade me in public by calling me a slut, whore, or other derogatory names. Five, I would let Edgar order me to strip naked in front of strangers.
Six, I would let Edgar spit on me during sex as a form of humiliation. Seven, I would let Edgar force me to participate in threesomes with other men or women, against my will.
Eight, I would agree to be used as a sex toy in exchange for new spells. Nine, I would let Edgar control my schedule and daily activities, making me feel like a mere plaything in his hands. Ten, I would willingly subject myself to punishment if I failed to follow his orders, even if it meant enduring physical pain.
Eleven, I would allow him to exhibit me as a trophy, parading me around in front of others and letting them touch me and judge me. Twelve, I would make myself available for sexual encounters with other people he chooses, with no regards to my own comfort or desires. Thirteen, I would allow him to control my financial decisions and provide for me, making me feel like a pet.
Angela shuddered, feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of surrender. She knew that what she was proposing may seem extreme, but the words seemed to flow effortlessly from her lips.
Edgar pulls out a camera and spits in Angela’s face. “Whaddyat say”?
Angela made eye contact and said thank you and flashed her tits.
Edgar chuckled and handed her the collar. She slipped it on, feeling the weight of her new role settle around her neck. Emily's face contorted in disgust, but Allison simply smirked knowingly.
Edgar led Angela to the center of the room, where a large crowd had gathered. The noise of their whispers grew louder as they approached. Angela could hear phrases like "slut" and "whore" thrown around with casual ease. Suddenly, Edgar pulled a stool into the center of the room and gestured for her to sit down.
With a trembling smile, Angela perched on the edge of the seat, staring up at Edgar with a mix of fear and excitement. He smirked and leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "You know, little slut, we're going to have so much fun together."
Angela let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling at the sound of his voice. She couldn't help but imagine what he had in mind. Her heart raced as she waited for his next command.
She knew that submitting to his desires went beyond just sexual gratification; it was an offering of her soul to him. It was a sensation that both terrified and exhilarated her.
Edgar stood up from his chair, admiring his newly crowned slutty bard, Angela. "Alright, my little whore, I have a task for you today," he said, strolling towards her with a wicked grin on his face.
Angela gulped, wondering what horrors lay in store for her.
"Anything you say, master," she stammered, trying to hide her fear.
Edgar chuckled, reached under the table, and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs. "First things first, my dear," he said with a wry smile. "These will serve as a constant reminder of who owns you."
He fastened the cuffs around her wrists, and Angela felt a sudden wave of helplessness wash over her. She whimpered softly, knowing that there was no turning back now.
Her submission was complete, and she was ready to follow Edgar's commands to the letter.
He tilted her chin up with his dirty finger and commanded, "Open wide, slut."
Her mouth did as she was told, and Edgar thrust himself inside her mouth, filling her up and teasing her gag reflex. She gagged, her eyes teary, but she pushed forward, swallowing him deeper.
"Good girl," Edgar praised, using one hand to mess up her dirty blonde hair.
"You're learning quickly how to be a proper slut."
Angela blushed, feeling a familiar stirring in her belly. She loved the word 'slut' - and any other name that made her feel like she was a complete whore on call for Edgar's every desire. She gladly sucked him deeper, moaning as he filled up her mouth and throat.
Edgar pulled out of her mouth, making Angela whimper in protest. "Enough for now, whore," he smirked, using another name that sent tingles down her spine.
"I have something special planned for you."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of clear liquid. "Ever tried semen soup, darling?" Angela's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "Well, it's time to learn then."
Edgar poured the contents of the vial into a cup and handed it to Angela. "Drink up, my little slut. It's time to prove your loyalty to me."
Angela hesitated for a moment, staring at the lumpy concoction in the cup. Thank me for pushing my silly boundaries.
You have no idea how much I love being your slut, bitch. Praise me for what a good fucking whore I am."
Angela let out a muffled whimper of pleasure as Edgar's cock slid into her mouth once again. She was well aware that she had lost much of her agency, but in this moment, all she wanted was to fully submission to him and enjoy the sexual gratification that she knew it would bring.
Serve me better. All I want is to see you cut down those conceited bitches like Emily. Edgar took Angela to his private quarters and said she needed to list 7 ways to lose her pride to cum and rate them 1-10.
She grimaced and started:
1. A group of men I don't know judge my body and call me a slut (7/10)
2. Edgar films me while I masturbate and makes me watch it back (5/10)
3. I suck edgar's cock in front of Allison and Emily, letting them judge me (6/10)
4. I use my dirty mouth to beg for Edgar's cock (6/10)
5.
I get on my hands and knees and let Edgar fuck me like a wild animal (8/10)
6. I finger myself while Edgar watches, making me cum on command (7/10)
7. I agree to become his personal sex slave for a week, doing anything he desires (10/10)
Edgar chuckled as he towered over Angela, admiring her submissiveness as she listed out ways to lose her pride to cum. He couldn't help but be amused at her vulnerability, but he also felt a stirring of desire within him.
Angela was proving to be a surprising addition to his collection of thralls, and he couldn't deny that her offer of TPE had been intriguing.
Edgar leaned forward, looming over her as she scribbled away on the scroll. "So, let me get this straight, you're willing to accept a collar, wear it at all times, and express gratitude and servitude to any man who deems you worthy? And in return, you'll gain some magical powers?
Angela asked, her eyes wide
"Bingo!" Edgar grinned, stroking his beard. "I can sense your curiosity, dear lady. And I must say, that keen intelligence of yours is also very intriguing."
Angela gulped, feeling a sudden thread of excitement train between her legs. This was starting to sound too good to be true. But it wasn't like her to pass up on an opportunity for magical power.
She swallowed hard and looked directly into Edgar's piercing eyes.
She agreed to list multiple new ways every day to lose her pride.
Edgar grinned with malicious delight, "Alright, I'll hold you to that. Now, here's your first task, slut."
He handed her a leash attached to a tiny collar with the word "SLUT" engraved in gold. Angela's face turned red, but she couldn't resist the allure of the magic. She put on the collar and let Edgar lead her around like a dog. The crowd watched in awe as Angela dropped to her hands and knees, crawling towards Edgar in submission.
List and rate 1-10 7 ways to lose your pride with cum on face.
1. Have your boss call you a whore and reward you with a load on your face. (9/10)
2. Let an attractive stranger blow a load on your face in exchange for a date. Allow a complete stranger to jizz on your face while you're begging for it. (10/10)
4. Let a man cum on your face while his wife or girlfriend watches. Have your best friend's boyfriend cum on your face to steal him away from her.
It's a perfect 10/10 in terms of eliminating pride and humiliating yourself completely. Disgusting, but oh so satisfying. Let a crowd of people cum on your face for the ultimate public humiliation.
Imagine the looks of shock and disgust as you're the center of attention for something so degrading. A solid 9/10 on the humiliation scale.
7. Suck a stranger's cock in a dark alleyway, swallow his load, and leave without a word.
(9/10)
Edgar smirked as he read Angela's list, "Looks like you're getting into the spirit of things, slut." He chuckled as he saw Angela's face turn red at the word 'slut'. He could tell she was slightly uncomfortable with the name, but she didn't protest or try to take off the collar.
"Good girl." Edgar praised, reaching down to pet Angela's hair.
He fucked her and told her she would take a load on face. She came 6 times without permission.
6 orgasms in a row, each one sweeter than the last, until she couldn't take it anymore. Her body trembling, she finally managed to pull out of her haze of pleasure, blood-red faces and throbbing cocks swirling in her vision. She knew she had disobeyed Edgar's orders and messed up. Angrily, she summoned her now buzzing mind and managed to speak torn words to Edgar:
"I... I knew it was wrong... but I couldn't help myself...
but I have to apologize for my disobedience."
She lowered her voice, "I'm a slut, your slut. I deserve to be punished for not following your commands, master." She looked up at him with a submissive expression, waiting for his decision.
Edgar smirked at her apology, "Very well, my little cum-drunk slut.
Since you seem to enjoy taking loads on your face so much, why don't we make it a part of your daily routine? You can start by swallowing every load I give you from now on. How does that sound?" Angela hesitantly agreed, feeling her heart race with excitement and terror at the thought.
Edgar walked over to his throne, pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock, and grinned, "Come here, my dirty little whore, pay homage to your king." Angela obediently walked to him and kneeled down.
She looked up at him with desire-filled eyes as he grabbed her hair and positioned her mouth in front of his cock. He then thrust himself deep inside her mouth, and Angela choked as he fucks her face.
"That's right, whore," Edgar groaned, grabbing her head with both hands and roughly fucking her face. "Take it like the slut you are."
Angela's eyes watered, but she could feel herself getting wetter with every thrust of his cock.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but somehow, it felt right. It was as if all her boundaries had been erased, and she was left with only her primal desire.
"That's enough." Edgar finally pulled out of Angela's mouth, leaving her panting for breath. "You're a natural at this, slut."
Angela looked up at him with a dazed expression, still recovering from the intense oral sex.
Edgar grinned down at her before pulling out a small mirror and holding it in front of Angela's face, "Take a look at yourself, little slut. Is this the face of a good girl, or the face of someone who just took five loads on her face? Hmm?"
Angela blushed at the sight of her cum-covered face, trying to hide it from view. But Edgar wasn't having any of it. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into the mirror. "Own it, slut. Own what you are.
I love it, and you can't deny its effectiveness. In fact, you took six loads on your face before you even apologized. Edgar smirked as he handed Angela the mirror, forcing her to confront the results of her actions. Angela took the mirror and felt her face grow hot with embarrassment as she caught sight of herself. She knew she looked like a mess, but somehow, she couldn't find it in herself to feel regret.
"See?
You truly are a slippery whore," Edgar said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "But that's exactly what I need, a girl who isn't afraid to push boundaries and bite back when challenged." Angela's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with Edgar, realizing he knew exactly what he had in her. She felt a strange sense of pride knowing that she could make him laugh and that her kinks were a welcomed addition to his depraved world.
"And what did you have in mind, master?" She asked, taking a sip from her glass.
"I have to say, I am very intrigued by this whole TPE thing. I never thought I'd be the kind of person to submit to someone like that, but I can't deny that the idea of having some mystical powers is enticing."
Edgar chuckled and leaned back in his throne, taking a long drag from his pipe. "Ah, yes, the age-old question of power versus submission. It's a delicate balance, my dear.
Rate and rank 1-10 your 5 closest female friends who are judgmental.
Allison - blonde, mean-spirited, always looks down upon others - 10/10
2. Emily - high maintenance, will turn on friends for her own gain - 9/10
3. Amanda - insecure, will criticize anyone and everyone - 8/10
4. Jessica - materialistic, never misses an opportunity to judge others - 7/10
5.
Lily - shy, but can be passive-aggressive and cliquey - 6/10
Edgar grinned. "Very well, angel. Here's my proposal. I want you to dress up like a whore and stand outside the magic shop for the next hour. You'll hand out flyers advertising my new potion, but you'll also have to do whatever I tell you. Think of it as a way to release your inhibitions and let loose."
Angela shook her head, her cheeks flushed. "I can't do that, Edgar.
It's too degrading," Angela protested, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "I may be your little slut, but I have some self-respect."
Edgar spit on Angela’s face and pulled her hair. As he took her doggie style he told her to repeat she had no self respect.
She kept cumming with each thrust while repeating, "I am a slut with no self-respect."
Edgar pulled her hair, harder and harder. Angela lost count of her orgasms, but they all seemed to merge into one delightful rush of pleasure.
After many orgasms she realized that Amanda and Lily were watching the whole show from
behind a curtain. She had never seen women so shocked. Their reactions were over the top, then Edgar came on her face in front of them.
She couldn't believe what had just transpired. It all felt so unreal. Angela couldn't keep her eyes off them, and she swore she could see envy in their gaze.
"See something you like, ladies?" Angela jabbed, trying to regain some composure.
Amanda and Lily were open mouthed, they felt awkward and tried and failed to hide the fact they lost respect for her. Edgar told Angela she had come without permission and would have to apologize to the girls as well as him and make it up.
Angela dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she begged Amanda and Lily's forgiveness.
"Please, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist Edgar's temptations. I know I let you all down," Angela said, her tone desperate.
Amanda rolled her eyes, "You let us down?
No, Angela, you made a fool of yourself, and we all watched.
Lily nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Angela. This is just... gross. I can't believe you let him do this to you."
Edgar grinned, pleased with the scene he had created. "I think that's enough, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "You both know how much Angela means to me, so I expect you to treat her with the respect she deserves."
Amanda and Lily reluctantly agreed before leaving the room, muttering about how disgusting the whole scene was.