Convincing Her to Say: “Miss Autumn, Please Turn My Boyfriend Into a Bisexual Slut”

by Miss Autumn

Some women crave more than simple submission. Some crave complete, irreversible transformation.

And when they come to me, desperate, gleeful, wicked with excitement, they utter the words that make my cunt throb with satisfaction:

“Miss Autumn, please turn my boyfriend into a bisexual slut.”

Understand: these women have already done the first work. He has agreed to “do anything she wants.” He has consented to surrender. He has opened the door, wide and trembling, for me to shove him through.

What he does not understand… not yet… is that “anything” under my guidance means everything.

It begins immediately.

Bound, blindfolded, gagged if needed. I do not allow second thoughts. I strip him naked and expose him completely, his cock, his ass, his mouth all vulnerable to my whims. His girlfriend watches, sometimes giggling behind her hand, sometimes openly wet between her thighs.

The first step is always domination.

I force him to his knees and fuck his face with my strap-on, hard and merciless. I grab his hair, I slap his face, I pound into his mouth until he gags and chokes, tears spilling down his cheeks. I stretch his jaw open wide, training him to accept cock the way a good slut should.

Then his ass.

I shove fingers into him, rough and invasive, preparing him whether he likes it or not. I stretch him wider, open him up, break his virgin resistance until he is sobbing and trembling.

When he is loose enough, I mount him with my cock and fuck his ass hard, relentless, taking him like a savage. His girlfriend laughs as he squeals and bucks, held down firmly by my strength. She whispers to me to make it harder, deeper, rougher.

I spit on him. I make him thank me for every thrust, every slap, every brutal degradation.

Once I have broken him open, I bring in another man. Sometimes it is a submissive already trained for this role; sometimes it is a hand-selected bull. Either way, I have the boyfriend to bottom for him… to take real cock deep inside him while his girlfriend watches, arms folded, smirking down at the man she thought she knew. I hold his hips in place. I whisper filth into his ear as the bull rams into him, filling him completely, making him sob and shake under the assault. He is made to endure it, to ride it out, to accept it fully while we both watch and laugh.

But it does not end there.

Some women want to take it even further.

Some women want to see him top another man.

They want to watch him, their formerly straight, macho boyfriend, face-fuck another helpless boy. Or better yet, anally penetrate him, using another man’s hole the way a real top slut should.

And I make sure it happens.

I arrange for the other male submissive to be waiting, gagged and bound, ready to be used. I shove my boyfriend-to-be-broken toward the new boy, slapping his cock to keep it hard, sneering at his whimpers and sobs.

“Fuck him,” I command.

If he hesitates, he is beaten. If he protests, he is gagged and caned until he obeys.

I force him to mount the other boy’s face, jamming his cock into the open, drooling mouth. I force him to push his cock into the other man’s hole, spanking him brutally with every half-hearted thrust until he drives in deep, rough, merciless.

“That’s it,” I purr. “Turn him into your slut.”

The humiliation is exquisite.

I force him to say it aloud: “I am a cock-sucking, ass-fucking bisexual slut.” I have his girlfriend record it on her phone, to remind him whenever he forgets what he has become.

Options I love to add include:

• Forcing him to rimming another man’s ass before penetrating it.
• Making him alternate between topping and bottoming, so he is filled and fills others in the same session.
• Slapping his ass while he fucks the other boy, reminding him he is a filthy slut now.
• Making him hold eye contact with his girlfriend while he is face-fucked or while he fucks another man.
• Binding his cock and balls tightly, then forcing ruined orgasms while he services other men.
• Strap-on spit-roasting: him taking my cock in his ass while another male slut face-fucks him.

He will be used in every possible way.

There is no straight. There is no gay. There is only service. There is only slut.

By the time I am finished, he is a drooling, gaping, broken thing. His cock leaks constantly, his mouth begs for cock or cunt or piss or whatever we will give him. He is no longer her “boyfriend.” He is her property, her plaything, her bisexual cum-dump.

And when she pulls him onto a leash and parades him in front of me, beaming with pride, she thanks me.

Whispering the only words that matter:

“Miss Autumn, please…keep turning him into your slut.”