Breaking the Chains: A Tale of Forced Bisexuality

I was always obsessed with older women. Their maturity, their confidence, and of course... their bodies. I would spend hours on the internet searching for images of hot MILFs or dominant cougars, fantasizing about being under their control. At 18 years old, I had never been with a woman before but I knew that when I finally did lose my virginity, it had to be to an older woman.

One day while browsing online for porn (as usual), I came across a video that caught my eye. The thumbnail showed a beautiful blonde woman in her late thirties or early forties with big tits and a tight ass. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress and towering high heels. The title of the video read "Hot MILF Dominates Young Submissive Boy."

My heart began to race as I clicked on the video and watched it start to buffer. This was exactly what I had been looking for: an older woman dominating a young boy just like me. As the video began to play, my excitement grew.

The scene opened with the blonde MILF sitting on a leather couch, her long legs crossed seductively as she looked at the camera.

"Are you ready to serve me?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Yes," replied a timid male voice from off-camera.

"Good boy," she purred. "Now come here and kiss my feet."

The camera panned down to reveal the boy kneeling in front of her, his head bowed submissively as he planted soft kisses on her high-heeled shoes.

"Lower," she commanded, placing one hand on top of his head and pushing him down towards her feet.

The boy obeyed, pressing his lips against the smooth skin of her foot and trailing kisses up her calf before returning back down again.

As I watched this unfold on my computer screen, something inside me clicked. This is what I wanted - no, needed - to experience. I wanted to be that boy, on my knees before a beautiful woman, completely under her control.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as the video continued. The MILF ordered the boy to strip naked and then proceeded to tie him up with ropes, teasing and taunting him the whole time.

"Look at you," she sneered. "All helpless and vulnerable. You're mine now."

She ran her manicured nails down his chest, causing him to shiver in both fear and arousal. Then she reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly as a wicked smile spread across her face.

"You like that, don't you?" she cooed. "You like being my little plaything."

The boy moaned in response, unable to speak as pleasure coursed through his body.

"I could do anything I want to you right now," she continued. "And there's nothing you could do about it."

With those words still hanging in the air, the video cut off abruptly. I stared at the frozen screen in disbelief. What happened next? How did it end? And more importantly... where could I find this woman?

I quickly scanned the comments section for any clues but all I found were a bunch of horny guys arguing over who had the biggest dick or who would make the best slave. None of them seemed to know anything about the woman in the video.

Frustrated but determined, I began searching for any information I could find on hot dominant MILFs or femdom porn stars. It didn't take long before I stumbled upon a website called DommeDolls.com.

The homepage featured a collage of different women - some young, some old - all with an air of confidence and authority about them. It was like a dream come true.

I clicked on one of the images that caught my eye: a stunning brunette with piercing green eyes and a wicked smile. Her name was Mistress Valentina, and according to her profile, she specialized in domination, humiliation, and forced bisexuality.

My heart skipped a beat as I read those last three words. Forced bisexuality. That's exactly what the woman in the video had been doing - turning that poor innocent boy into her sex slave by forcing him to do gay things.

I felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear as I clicked on the "Book Now" button and filled out the online form. I wasn't entirely sure what I was getting myself into but I knew that I had to find out.

A few days later, I received an email from Mistress Valentina herself. She instructed me to meet her at a hotel downtown at 7 pm sharp, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs and a collar around my neck.

I followed her instructions to the letter, my heart pounding with every step as I made my way through the lobby and up to her room on the third floor.

I knocked nervously on the door and waited. After what felt like an eternity, it swung open to reveal Mistress Valentina standing before me in all her glory. She was even more beautiful in person than she had been in the pictures.

Her long dark hair cascaded down over one shoulder, framing her perfectly symmetrical face. Her full lips were painted a deep shade of red that matched her manicured nails. And her body... oh god, her body was like something out of a dream.

She was tall - probably around 5'10" - with long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were large and round, barely contained by a black leather corset that cinched in at the waist and accentuated her hourglass figure. And below that... well let's just say she wasn't wearing any panties.

A sly smile played across her lips as she looked me up and down, taking in my half-naked form.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside to let me into the room. "We have a lot to discuss."

I walked in slowly, my eyes darting around the room as I took in my surroundings. It was your typical hotel suite - a king-sized bed, a small kitchenette, and a seating area with a couch and coffee table.

Mistress Valentina motioned for me to sit on the couch and then joined me, crossing her long legs seductively as she leaned back against the cushions.

"So," she began, her voice dripping with authority. "You want to be my submissive little slut, is that right?"

I nodded nervously, unable to speak as I felt her emerald green eyes boring into my soul.

"Well lucky for you," she continued. "I happen to be in need of a new toy. My last one got... shall we say... worn out."

She laughed at her own joke as I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. What had I gotten myself into?

"Now before we get started," she said, reaching over and grabbing something off the coffee table. "There's just one more thing you need to do."

She held up the collar that I had been wearing around my neck and fastened it tightly around me.

"There," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now you're officially mine."

My heart skipped a beat at those words as excitement coursed through my body. This was really happening - I was about to become this woman's sex slave.

"Now strip for me," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I stood up and quickly removed my briefs, tossing them aside without hesitation. Then I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

"Turn around," she ordered. "Let me see what you're working with."

I did as I was told, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride as she examined my naked body.

"Hmm not bad," she said, running her fingers lightly over my ass. "You'll do nicely."

She stood up and walked over to the bed, motioning for me to follow. As I approached, I noticed something on the nightstand out of the corner of my eye - a video camera.

"Wait," I said, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. "Are you going to film this?"

Mistress Valentina turned and looked at me with a sly smile.

"Of course," she replied. "How else am I going to show all my friends what a good little slut you are?"

My heart sank at those words. This wasn't supposed to be like that video I had seen online - it was just supposed to be between the two of us. But now... now anyone could see it.

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "But I don't think I can do this."

Mistress Valentina's smile faded as she stared at me in disbelief.

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice dripping with anger.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't go through with this."