Author: blinkern

Happy Birthday – [Mf][Mfm][bdsm][forced-bi]

Again and again his hand slaps her reddened cheeks leaving the ghostly imprint of his fingers. She squirms in his lap and sobs, gulping down air in between her cries. She is lain across his legs with her rounded behind pointing daintily upward. Her skin is creamily pale so that his hand-prints are starkly defined, first burning white hot, then cooling to angry red. He wraps her red hair around his hand and pulls, gently but insistently, lifting her head to see her face. He looks into her eyes and his other hand begins to attack her clitoris. She has been on the edge of orgasm for hours. Thick gobs of cream dangle from her inflamed labia, coating her thighs and darkening his tailored trousers.

He tilts her head back further and quietly says “Why do you persist in defying me, McKenzie? You could save yourself all this frustration.” He emphasises this last word by pinching her sensitive clit and slapping her wet mound. She groans in response.

“Please, master. Please just let me cum. I’m sorry for defying you.” Read more »

[MFf] [inc] [fantasy] – Hors D’ouevre

Edit: I mispelled “hors d’oeuvre” because I’m an idiot. Consider me chastised, though I do *like* chastisement if you have extra that needs using up.

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I am so warm and dark and safe but then there is a feeling like the world has tipped to its side and I’m going to fall. As quickly as it started, the feeling subsides. I am on solid ground. Everything is a blur, so I blink blink blink and the world sharpens into focus. There is someone in front of me. She is flying. I hear the clink of glasses, the chattery scrape of fork on plate and a familiar voice says “I think Jenny is awake. Or maybe she is sleeping. She doesn’t know herself.” I try to lift my head, but I seem to be stuck somehow. This is distressing, and my heart skips a beat, but then I start to take notice of my surroundings, and I forget all about it. Read more »

Boy-Kitten [FM] [FDom] [pet] [feminisation]

I have behaved myself this week. I shaved every day, my body as well as my face, and I washed myself with the oils, as she requested. My skin is softer, I think and silky smooth. I made sure to stay respectful when she spoke to me, and not to stare at her in a manner unbecoming to my station. That’s what she calls it: my “station”. I went shoe shopping with her, and I sat ever so still while the sales assistant helped me to find a pair of heels. He was incredulous at first, made a point of calling me “Sir”, but she corrected him, and I think he was enjoying himself by the end. I focused on my breathing and I sat quietly, even though I was blushing furiously, even though I saw him smirk at my delicately painted toes; at the thin silver chain with a love-heart, stamped with her name, that hangs around my ankle. Read more »

The Blue Pill – [Mfsub][nc][drugs]

A little context: I wrote a story based on someone’s kink list, and I wanted it to be a dark, slightly disturbing noncon story, but it just came out really unpleasant and sort of hard to read. I felt so conflicted about posting it that I decided to write a companion piece to make amends. If you read the other story and were creeped out, I’m sorry, I’m not a psychopath, honestly, just a little weird sometimes.

The music in the story, btw, is L’histoire de Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg, which is just about the most decadent thing I know.

Yours,

Robin Goodfellow

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“I think you have, uh, too much of the ‘non’? You know? I want to make your ‘non’ to be a ‘oui'”.

I burst out laughing at him, “You mean you want me to change my mind? That’s a very flowery way of saying so.”

Davide smiles, “To change? Perhaps the saying is ‘to blow your mind’?”

“You really don’t know when to give up, do you?” Read more »

Tomorrow [Mf] [denial]

“Fucking no! Jesus, Nancy. How many times? That’s just … gross”.

Her eyes well up, “Gross, huh? Well how do you think I like it?”

“Oh come on, that’s not what I mean.”

She looks away, hot tears of frustration frosting her eyelashes. “You’re such an asshole, Ryan. Such a god damned asshole.”

I lose it, just completely lose my cool and I start shouting at her “Oh yeah? Well how many of your other friends are here every day to help you out and try to cheer you up, huh? And just because I don’t want to … do that with you, I’m the asshole here? What about you? Always taking taking taking, and never giving anything back, and when you don’t get what you want, then you’re *such* a bitch.”

Her eyes are wide open now, and I think maybe I’ve gone too far, but I’m in no mood for apologies so I storm out of her room and run down the stairs and out of the front door. Read more »

In Camera – [FM] [slow]

There’s a clattering noise as the camera is moved into position on the tripod pointing at an unmade bed. The subject is sat with his back against the headboard, one leg folded up so that his right foot rests against his left leg which is stretched all the way out to the end of the duvet. His toes wink and flex as he takes a long drag on his cigarette.

The subject is dishevelled, mid-to-late twenties, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair has the same recently rumpled vibe as the bed and he looks curiously pleased with himself as he exhales, blowing the smoke toward the camera.

“The first time I cheated on my wife? Shit, man, it’s such a cliche. It was her best friend.”

There comes a muffled sound from somewhere behind the camera.

“Yeah, I know, right? Uh… no, she doesn’t have any sisters, just a brother and he’s not my type. Kind of a mouth-breather if you get my meaning.”

“It wasn’t like I intended to, no, there wasn’t like it was planned. I guess you could say spontaneous, yeah, except for the flirting beforehand.” Read more »