Author: Daddyslittleangel155

Bred [F/M] [Msub]

You wake up tied to the bed, naked, your mistress’s voice whispering in your ear.

“You’ve gotten yourself into rather a predicament… haven’t you? Though we both know as soon as you wake up you’ll be ready and willing for me, like the good little slut you are.”

She chuckles as you squirm against the restraints, but you’re only doing it because you know she likes it. You’re exactly where you want to be.

“I’m going to use you. I’m going to ride your hard little cock until you cum and you are going to love every. Single. Second.”

She caresses you, running her hands down your body until she squeezes your cock. You thrust into her, already hard. Exactly as she predicted.

“You’re going to whimper under me, and I’m not going to know whether you’re begging for mercy or for more. But that’s how you like it, isn’t it, whore?”

She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips.

“You’re all mine. And I’m going to breed you to prove it. You’ll be my personal little babymaker. I’m going to fuck you every day until I’m pregnant. And you’re going to stay right there until that day.” Read more »

What Are Friends For [F/F] [F/M]

“I’m going out to see my friend now babe,” Clara called as she checked her lipstick in the hallway mirror.

Her husband walked in from the living room as she finished putting on her heels. His eyes widened as he saw her body-hugging dress. He ran his eyes down her body approvingly, lingering on her ass.

“Now that I like,” he said, grinning wolfishly.

“I can tell,” she said, amused, eyes flicking straight to where his cock strained against his trousers.

He groaned and bit his lip.

“Not now. You’re going to have to wait.” She said meaningfully.

She left him wanting in the hallway.

Half an hour later she was relaxing on her friend’s couch, a glass of wine in hand. Her heels were kicked off to the side and her dress rumpled. Sometimes it was far more fun to just tease that she was going to see someone… it always worked him into such a state. Read more »

‘Free to Use’ [m/f+]

Miss shakes him awake.

“Come on,” she says, pulling him gently out of bed. “I’m taking you on another adventure.”

His eyes widen slightly, and he follows her eagerly.

“Face the door for me little one.”

He obeys.

And then the world goes dark. He hears the rustle of silk as she ties the blindfold firmly.

She takes his hand, and leads him though the door.

Eventually they stop. He doesn’t quite know where he is, or what exactly Miss wants him to do, but he’s determined to do as he’s told. He heard traffic on the way here, and now he hears voices, loud and echoing, and there’s soft music playing to his left.

Miss lets go of his hand and presses him against something cool, which curves away behind him.

“Be a good boy and get undressed for me whilst Miss gets something,” she tells him firmly, and he does so, struggling not to fall as he takes off his trousers. She steadies him with a hand and a soft sigh. When he takes off his t-shirt, he nearly gets a glimpse of his location, but she adjusts the blindfold too quickly for him to take anything in. Read more »

Wanting You [domme]

I kiss you gently, running my nails down your back. You do the same and we arch together, into each other, bodies pressing close.

We hold together, kissing hungrily, hands running over each other, searching for bare skin.

I sit up and pull my top off, turn, and straddle you. Grind into you. I can feel your excitement, even through our layers of clothes.

“Get undressed,” I say softly.

When you do, and your clothes lie piled on the floor, I kiss you on the forehead.

“So good for me,” I praise you.

I kiss my way down your body, stopping to suck your neck, and then your nipples. I flick them with my tongue, pinch and roll them under my fingers.

Your moans are music to my ears.

My clothes join yours.

I kiss the inside of your thigh. You make a soft sound of anticipation – so I drag it out. I work my way up one, slowly, then, just when I get to the apex, I start again on the other.

I hover over you. Read more »

Disobedience [m/f] [BDSM] [Fdom]

He found himself pinned against the bed, naked. She kept him down with a hand whilst she tied him up, efficiently. He struggled, but only a little. She’d trained him enough that he knew she’d only punish him if he tried to fight back.

She’d come back early and caught him by surprise. He’d been watching porn and pleasuring himself when the bedroom door swung open – that was two rules broken. He just hadn’t been able to resist it, the rush at the idea he could be caught heating his blood.

“How many times have you done this whilst I’ve been gone?” She asked, deceptively calm.

He didn’t answer.

“How many times?” Her tone was a warning.

But he kept his mouth stubbornly shut.

She sighed. “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

She straddled him, grinding on him slowly, and watched his tension be replaced by a different kind of strain. He rocked against her slowly, tentatively. She stroked his cheek, and his movements became certain.

She unbuttons her shirt, undresses slowly, seductively. When she crawls back on to the bed she takes his cock into her hand firmly. She runs the other down his chest as she begins to stroke him. Read more »

Light of My Life [m/f]

Her skin is soft, so fragile, almost translucent. So fragile he feels he could break it with a single touch. So translucent that the brightness that shines from her, seems also to shine *through* her,

Delicate. A gentle thing. A stranger might think her almost dull, at times.

But the warmth of the insides she shows him doesn’t match the cool exterior she shows everyone else.

Only he can turn her on, get inside her. She is his, and she knows it.

He is the only one she will bare herself to, make herself vulnerable for. The only one who she’ll show every bit of herself to, every last part. Whenever he wants. She burns for him so desperately, the heat from her core burning through him too, igniting his lust for her.

And if he didn’t cave to that desire… she’d probably crack under the pressure. Lose all her power. Simply… fuse out. And all that light, that passion… Even if only he could see it, it would still be gone.

He couldn’t bear to do that. Read more »

Desperate [m/f] [BDSM]

He walks back into the room, and finds her exactly as he left her. Tied up, blindfolded, a wet spot on the sheets between her legs. Helpless.

He brushes a hand over her arm and she stirs at his touch. He trails it up her arm, then down her body, between the valley of her breasts. She arches into him.

He pulls away.

She whimpers in protest, but stops when Sir squeezes her thigh.

“Little slut,” he says, his breath tickling her neck. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you? Making a mess of the sheets while you wait for me.”

He simultaneously pinches a nipple, hard, and slides his hand between her legs.

She grinds desperately against him, trying to get any friction, needing it.

But he holds himself just far enough away that all she can do is work herself up even more.

“Look at you.” He croons. “So fucking desperate that you’ll do anything for me, and I was only gone for a few minutes. Imagine how you’d react of I left you along for longer…”

She whimpers again. Read more »

Overpowered [mff+] [domme] [Msub]

She pins you against the door, kissing you. You respond needily, hungrily. She palms your cock though your clothes, and smiles at you.

“I have some friends that would like to meet you. Would you like to meet them, baby boy?”

You nod slowly, imagining she wants you to service a few people. “Ok Miss,”

You find yourself tied to a bed, naked, surrounded by women. This is… not what you expected. You thrash against the ropes, trying to resist as a few run their hands over your skin, or squeeze your cock experimentally.

There are so many. You don’t think you can take them all, and you tell Miss that. A few of the women laugh.

“They all think that at the start,” one says. “Don’t worry, you won’t be taking all of us.”

“Just most of us,” another says.

Laughter again. It’s not malicious, though maybe a little condescending. As though they’ve done this before, and they know what your body can do better than you do.

Miss leans over, caressing your cheek with a thumb.

“Please Miss. Don’t make me,” you beg. Read more »

Bad Boy: Part 5 [m/f]

As Olivia approaches her bedroom door, she hears a faint buzzing from inside.

Mentally, she sighs. You’d think he *wanted* to be caught.

She pushes the door open a crack, to find him exactly where she thought he’d be; on her bed, naked, playing with her toys.

He holds a buzzing wand to his hard cock. She can see it twitching, see how pre-cum beads from his tip and coats his shaft. It glistens on her toy. His eyes are closed, and his head tilted back, mouth open in ecstasy. She can hear his soft, breathy moans faintly from where she stands.

But he hasn’t heard her.

Her pussy twitches, and she briefly considers just watching him finish from here. He *is* enjoying himself.

…Using her toys, in her bed.

She enters the room.

His eyes immediately open, and he drops the toy, scrambling up to hide his misdeeds. He looks at her, but his eyes keep flickering to the door.

“What have you been told about using other people’s toys?” She says severely.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly. But he doesn’t sound *that* remorseful, and he won’t focus on her, his eyes glued to that damned door. Read more »

Good Boy [m/f] [domme] [BDSM]

She hears soft noises through the cracked-open door; sighs and moans, a low male groan. She’d been hoping to surprise her boyfriend by being early from work… clearly she’s surprising him more than she thought. Pushing open the door, she steps inside to find him half-dressed with his bottoms around his calves. He’s stroking himself with a pocket pussy, a porn video playing on his phone. His eyes are closed. He hasn’t seen her yet.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asks him, smiling.

His hand freezes and his eyes fly open.

He fumbles to pause the video.

“Keep it playing baby,” she orders softly.

His hand falls away from the screen. “Ok babe.”

“Ok Mommy,” she says, a warning note in her voice.

“Ok Mommy,” he says meekly.

“Good boy. You looked so good doing that baby boy. I could tell you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was Mommy.” His pupils darken.

“I bet you’d look better without all those clothes on, though. Why don’t you take them off for me?” She asks him coaxingly, not bothering to keep the lust from her face. Read more »