Author: AsrielDaphne

Crown – Part I (50sM/20sF, professor/student, teasing, sadism, CMNF, cunnilingus)

I do my nails every so-often: cuticle oil, filing, base coat, color, top coat, correcting tiny smudges with a Q-tip dipped in polish remover. It takes longer than shaving, hair, and makeup combined. If I match the color to my underwear then it wasn’t you who decided to have sex tonight. There’s something relaxing about spending an hour on idleness, listening to a podcast while I doll myself up for you. And yet I hate being told to do it—so my reaction when you text is exactly what you’d imagine.

*I don’t recall my obedience being part of this arrangement.*

Relative to recent sexual history, I’ve been shockingly obedient with you. Downright subservient even. You inspire a quiet curiosity with little room for brattiness. And on the occasions I *do* feel like being bratty?

My timing is impeccable. You have class in ten minutes and you’re typically fifteen minutes early. To avoid any untoward disasters, I send my photo five minutes before class starts. The white underwear you picked out, tugged down so that my tattoo is visible. The red bows, partially hidden by two nail polish bottles.

*But could I get your opinion on colors, please?* Read more »

Crown – Part II (M/f, professor/student, degradation, humiliation, spitting, cunnilingus)

**NOTE: this follows a previous story started [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12oktyg/im_20sf_finally_getting_closer_to_convincing_my/), so you may want to read that first.**

*Tell me what you want tonight.*

I look at your ceiling to avoid eye contact, then close my eyes before you can call me out. Your cheek on my thigh feels white-hot by comparison: all heat where our bodies connect / all chills elsewhere. I blush to the roots of my hair, but you’re patient. You’ll push buttons that make me the best worst kind of embarrassed, but you’ll do so on your own time. You’ll toy with me. You’ll mock me running out of words despite being articulate elsewhere. Maybe you’ll pull out the *I’m not mad, just disappointed* voice. But for now? You wait.

*What do I want tonight? Everything. I’ll probably want a drink, a dinner, and a hot bath in roughly that order.*

I bring my hands to your hair. When you neither move them away nor scold me, I know I’ve done something right.

*I want to be beaten until I try to crawl away from you. I want to say “thank you” each time you slap me, with your wife thoroughly horrified in another room. And after your hand or the toys give out, I want sex that leaves me crying from relief. So…everything. I want it all.* Read more »

I’m [20sF] finally getting closer to convincing my professor [M] to fuck me

**Note: Professor/student, teasing, sadism, CMNF, cunnilingus ahead. Enjoy!**

I do my nails every so-often: cuticle oil, filing, base coat, color, top coat, correcting tiny smudges with a Q-tip dipped in polish remover. It takes longer than shaving, hair, and makeup combined. If I match the color to my underwear then it wasn’t you who decided to have sex tonight. There’s something relaxing about spending an hour on idleness, listening to a podcast while I doll myself up for you. And yet I hate being told to do it—so my reaction when you text is exactly what you’d imagine.

*I don’t recall my obedience being part of this arrangement.*

Relative to recent sexual history, I’ve been shockingly obedient with you. Downright subservient even. You inspire a quiet curiosity with little room for brattiness. And on the occasions I do feel like being bratty?

My timing is impeccable. You have class in ten minutes and you’re typically fifteen minutes early. To avoid any untoward disasters, I send my photo five minutes before class starts. The white underwear you picked out, tugged down so that my tattoo is visible. The red bows, partially hidden by two nail polish bottles. Read more »