Her parents had become uncomfortable whenever Liberty knelt as a child – her father because of awkward associations with sexual submission, and her mother because of feminist beliefs that women shouldn’t kneel. Liberty was made to always sit or stand, never kneel, and It had become such a firm taboo for Liberty that by the time of her teenaged years it had become (ironically) fetishised and eroticised for her. Kneeling made her wet, and the more submissive the pose, the more dominant the men near her, the wetter she got.
Her most confusing day of her life occurred when she came home early from work, began stripping off her clothes, and walked into the bedroom half-naked only to find she was not alone in the house. Instead, her boyfriend was in the bed, vigorously fucking Liberty’s best friend.
She squeaked, immediately angry, humiliated, and shocked, but before she could do anything her boyfriend was bounding naked out of bed, his cock still wet with her friend’s cunt juices.
“Don’t be a bitch about this,” he told her. “You know she’s prettier than you. It’s only natural. Now, get down on your knees.”
She could barely process her outrage and her hurt but that last command spoke not to her brain, but to her cunt, and she felt herself kneeling on her bedroom floor. Immediately, she felt arousal start in her pussy. She blushed. She should yell at her boyfriend. She should storm out. But she said nothing, just tried to breathe normally and ignore the endorphins were arousal was beginning to generate.
Her boyfriend looked at her, smiling. “Now stay there and wait until I’m done fucking your friend. If you’re a good girl, I’ll pull out and cum on you instead of inside her.”
Her friend was looking up now, seeing Liberty kneeling half-naked, tits out, her face red. “Is it really okay?” she asked. “Won’t she get angry or something?”
“Who cares?” said her boyfriend. “She’s just a cunt. Now, spread your legs back open. You need to show Liberty how much better you are at fucking than she is.”
Liberty knelt, and watched her boyfriend pound her best friend’s pussy, humiliated, getting wetter and wetter, confused – but with a deep sense of satisfaction, that this was exactly where she belonged, that she was finally being treated as she deserved.
And when she heard her best friend orgasm, and then her boyfriend jump up, move to the edge of the bed, and then start squirting his hot cum on her face and breasts while laughing at her, she knew that she wanted nothing more in the world than for this to be her sex life now. If she was very lucky, her boyfriend might actually enslave her…
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I think you can elaborate this story even more, the story where Liberty becomes a sexual salve, even for her aher