caseyhart9, Author at NSFW story

[MF] Trust me, you’ll love this [CNC] [Rope] [Rape] [Degradation]

My fantasy is convincing you to do a kink photoshoot with me. Nothing too risqué, all very professional. You put on your favorite lingerie, and we do some poses.

I know taking nude photos is a bit much, we won’t go that far.

You trust me, right?

Then let’s do a little bit of rope work. Shibari is so fucking sexy. A little around your wrists, your legs, your arms.

You look so hot tied up. Can you move? No? Look, just a couple more photos.

You know what would complete this look? A gag.

There.

You look so fucking hot right now.

I have to admit, seeing you tied up and sexy, I’m getting quite hard right now.

I have an idea for some really sexy photos. Say something if you’re against this. A knife along your skin would be really hot.

What’s that? Gurgle gurgle? I’ll take that for a yes.

The trick is to not cut you. So hold still.

Whoops, I nicked your bra strap.

I’m so sorry about that. But you know, it looks good. Really good. We need to commit to this art. Read more »

[MFF] The Sister’s House [threesome] [incest] [degradation] [inferiority] [breeding] [sluts]

“So where are you from?”

It’s the question that kills so much of my online flirting. I may live in a major city on the coast, and I may travel all over the US. But for some reason, the cute little sluts that are into fucking me always live in places like Ohio, North Carolina or Canada.

This particular slut, Sophie, was fun – a really nice ass, tiny tits, a petite frame and a desire to be used in the most depraved ways possible. She taunted me with the suggestion that she was more kinky than me, and proved it, too. There were a couple kinks that she was OK with that were on my limit list.

But where our kinks overlapped, there was a strong desire to hunt this petite cutie down and turn her into my fucktoy.

Only, she was nowhere near the coast.

“HMM!” Sophie texted after I told her my city.

“That’s an odd response,” I said. “Planning a visit?”

“Actually, yeah,” she said. “I’m visiting my sister for the holidays. It might not make for the easiest hook-up, but maybe …” Read more »

[MFF] The Wedding Plan: Something Borrowed [Cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [exhibitionism]

“This is crazy.”

I laughed.

“It’s your wedding day,” I said. “Of course it’s crazy.”

As the Bride, you still needed to be in your fluffy white dress, bouncing around the reception. The first dance, cutting the cake and throwing the flowers were still on the agenda. Somewhere in this madness, you were hoping to have a second to gather your thoughts.

You were always the good girl. You focused hard in college and didn’t bother dating. Your best friend Bethany swore that you had no social life whatsoever, always turning down double-dates and parties.

That bitch confessed that she was worried you would still be a virgin in your 40s, given that you never got out and mingled.

Bethany didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

We met your freshman year of college. I was already nearly twice your age, deep in the “creepy” range of age gaps. But you knew. You knew that you were *really* attracted older men, and curious about kink.

I wasn’t even your first.

The innocent virgin that Bethany thought you were is a complete fabrication. You were just a discrete, smart slut. Read more »

[MF] The Wedding Plan: Something New [cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [exhibitionism]

It was a lovely ceremony.

I wonder what was going through your mind as you walked down the aisle? That was a pretty big load of cum, I have to imagine it started to drip down your leg as your father gave you away.

And your groom looked so excited and happy. Do you think he knows what happened?

I’ll let you in on a little secret: he knows.

He knows that you’re a dirty little slut, and that your pussy still belongs to me. Just after leaving your dressing room, I texted him.

He knows that I came inside of you, that you couldn’t resist being a whore for me. The years you two spent together, you would throw away in a heartbeat just to be a cumdump for me.

Here’s the problem with cucks: They really have trouble speaking up for what they want. Charles was always so timid about that. You know, he was a lot worse before you met him.

Charles knew he was never going to be a Dom, at least not like me. He tried, he really did, but it wasn’t his thing. He was handsome and successful, but he was a wimp in the bedroom. Maybe he had bad taste in women, but they always seem to cheat on him. Read more »

[MF] The Wedding Plan: Something Old [cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [brainwashing]

Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue.

You forgot one, didn’t you?

Something old.

Your future Mother-in-Law gave you something. Maybe that counts? And you already forgot where you put it. Send Alicia to find it. She’s a good bridesmaid and probably isn’t planning on getting fucked by a groomsman tonight.

Definitely don’t send Bethany. That bitch-of-honor fucked up your bachlorette party bad. Just a weak, tame mess.

Bethany didn’t know you during your slut phase. But I did.

I know exactly what kind of slut you are, don’t I?

You started with random hook-ups with college bros. Boys your age. They were fine. Cute. Nice cocks and hey, some of them even managed to last more than 5 minutes. Good for them.

Only you got curious, and you started poking around the internet. Such a naughty slut.

The fantasies escalated. BDSM. Rope. Spanking. Older men. Exhibitionism. Degradation. Just masturbating to these ideas made your clit throb. What if you actually met up with someone and tried it?

One night with me. It was supposed to be one night, right?

And I taught you what a filthy slut you really are. Read more »

[MF] You think you’re an innocent little girl

You think you’re innocent.

Just a sweet girl going about your life.

But I’m going to teach you something important. I’m going to teach you that you’re a nasty whore cumdump.

Don’t believe me? That’s OK. Resume your innocent ways.

Later tonight will be your first lesson.

Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up before the teaching starts. I’ll wake you up when you’re naked and struggling to take my hand off of your mouth.

You’re going to learn what it feels like to have my thick, hard cock rubbing against your crotch.

You’re innocent, right?

Then why is your pussy getting wetter and wetter?

That’s how a whore would react.

Are you innocent, or are you a whore?

And look how your pussy wraps around my cock. That’s not very innocent, either.

Don’t try to push me out. You’re far too small to stop me.

Let it happen.

Let it fill you, slut.

See what happens when you stop struggling against me?

I can feel it too. Your cunt is squeezing against me. Read more »

The Present inside The Box [MF] [Abduction] [Humiliation] [Bondage]

There was a muffled moan coming from inside the large cardboard box.

I suppose this was to be expected. She didn’t know that this was going to be part of the plan. And even though it was definitely a kink she wanted to explore, we were starting to push against the upper limits of real fear and desperation.

I just had a little more work to do before I let her out.

Abduction play is incredibly tricky to pull off. It’s not something that you can just wing and improvise. There’s planning and trying to pick out potential problems.

One of the biggest is always getting your prey from the “hunting grounds” to the “play area.”

First, you need to worry about any well-meaning, civilized person spotting you as you duct-tape up someone’s mouth and wrists, or shove them into a van, or fend off any struggle attempts. A fake kidnapping and a real kidnapping look 100% identical to anyone that doesn’t know the safewords.

Then once they’re wrapped up and in a trunk or the back of a van, you have the problem of getting them somewhere useful. Read more »

The Inspection and The Abduction [MF] [Humiliation] [Foreplay]

There were some pretty obvious flaws in my plan.

I kept thinking about them as I pulled up to the airport. First, this wasn’t my city. This was hundreds of miles away from what I’d consider my “hunting grounds.” I was limited to using my phone’s GPS to figure out where I was going.

That also meant that I didn’t really have a chance to stake out the airport before now. I didn’t really know how much security would be around, or cameras, or other people.

But I’ve been to dozens of airports before, and I knew there were some truths across the world – there’d be overpriced parking, there’d be tired people, and everyone everywhere was looking to get OUT of the airport, not wishing to spend an extra second there.

It was beautiful chaos for me, giving me just enough cover.

My usual suit and tie look doesn’t really stick out at an airport. And with a nice little sign, I blended in with other people waiting for people to get off the plane.

*CASSIE* written with a thick black sharpie. Read more »

[MF] A collection of threats made to consenting prey

Sometimes the title inspired me, sometimes the pictures of the would-be prey were the muse. Enjoy some of my recent threats.

**Don’t tell my boyfriend I’m posting here (21f)**

Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen to you.

I mean, if it were really bad, you’d have to tell him. That’s what good girls do.

Naughty girls, though. They get to have so much fun, don’t they? A naughty girl gets tied up to a bed and fucked for hours by someone they don’t even know the name of. Naughty girls beg for these stranger to not cum inside of them, but secretly *LOVE* the feeling of a hard cock throbbing inside of their slut pussies.

I’m sure a good girl like you doesn’t dream about someone spitting on her face and choking her.

And you definitely don’t need to feel what it’s like to have your ass ruined by someone that doesn’t care about you at all.

You’re a good girl, and your boy would never hurt you.

And when you stop lying to yourself, you start rubbing your clit and thinking about how you’re really nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat. Read more »

Behind you [MF] [cnc]

You were taking a video of yourself in the bathroom, flashing the peace sign in the mirror.

You didn’t notice the door open behind you.

Maybe if you did, you would have been more on guard. Maybe you would have had a chance to fend me off.

But your mind was already racing as my arm locked around your neck.

Instincts take over. You drop your phone. You claw at me, digging your nails into my forearm.

You need to get free.

Why am I doing this?

How is this happening?

My other hand paws at your clothes, ripping your shirt, pulling your pants of.

Oh fuck.

The bet.

You had hoped that I forgot about that.

I start to drag you to the bed and push you face down. My knee digs in to the small of your back until I have both your wrists. It’s sinking in how much bigger I am than you.

You can hear the squeaks of a roll of duct tape, then feel it stick to your wrists. Read more »