The Soft-Spoken Dominant [Mf][bdsm]

***This is a work of fiction. Numerous encounters, thoughts, and actions contributed to this piece. Due to recent events, it’s a bit more realistic/plausible than some of the other pieces I’ve written, which even suprised me as the words poured out. I hope you enjoy this little fragment of my mind, and I’d love to hear what you think!

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“Hiya! You’re back early. I was just about to put dinner on the stove after I finished this-”

Her voice cuts off when she looks at his face, smile slipping as teeth nervously dig into her lower lip. To the outside observer, nothing was amiss. The wife lays on her stomach in one of his huge shirts and a pair of pink panties. Her feet are kicked up in the air as a book lays open on the bed. She is looking over her shoulder at her husband standing in the doorframe. The husband is taking his tie off after putting his briefcase down. Smiling. Relaxed.

She sees a different world.

The promises that hide within his gaze tells a completely different story.

The Silence Game [Mf][bondage][bdsm]

**I’m trying my hand at a more realistic fantasy. Something within the realm of possibilities. This story starts soft but gets much more…intense later on. Enjoy!**

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She walks up to the dorm building with a smile on her face, ready to spend the night with Sir. She had been really good all day, studying in the library for hours, running a meeting, and catching up with with friends, but now she was ready to spend time alone with him. Her black skirt swooshes against her thighs as she walks up to the side door, sending a message to Sir that she was waiting outside.

She looked up at the sky, feeling an immediate wave of calm wash over her at the sight of the beautiful starry night. The moon had a small ring of rainbow light around it, a sight her mind has linked to Sir for many months now. It’s a good sign and paints a blinding smile across her face.

At the sound of the door opening, she quickly turns around, “Boo!” She says, running towards him and getting lost in his arms. It’s a normal greeting for them, one that’s helped garner a few very confused looks from strangers who accidentally open the door before Sir. She sometimes gets too excited to check first. Oops.

Agrabah – [Mf] slight help from [F] and multiple[M]. [Slave][Bondage][Mdom][fsub][Master][Bukkake]. Fantasy [drugs]? [BDSM]

Hi everyone! I am getting back into writing (and super excited about the new content that’s coming :D) so in honor of that, I decided to post a previous, favorite fantasy of mine here! It was inspired by that lovely 15 second clip of slave Jasmine from Aladdin. The figure in power here is based on Jafar as a character NOT on his physical appearance. Also, as I wrote, I started to see myself in Jasmine’s place. She reflects a lot of who I am. So if you want to put myself in the Jasmine figure as well, you can go to my personal subreddit r/DreamingFarAway to see what I look like :)

**Lastly, WARNING this piece is a little bit more than what most people like to read. If my work offends you… I’m not really sorry, but some people still think I need to warn them first.**

Enjoy!!

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He walks into the grand treasure room, happy to see his slave already waiting for him besides his throne. Power was a beautiful thing.

“Good evening Darling” He says while sending her a charming smile.

Windows and Fireworks – [Mf], [voy], [exh], [bdsm], [Fsub], [Mdom]

8:55 p.m.

I glare at the clock, struggling not to squirm or fidget. Breathing deeply to try and calm my racing heart, I force my eyes away from the ticking hands.

I’ve always wondered whether you put that clock on the wall just for decoration, or because you knew it would slowly push me to the brink of insanity.

8:56 p.m.

You’re going to come home at 9:00. I know you’re going to come home at 9:00. Every day you message me the exact time you’ll be home so I can be ready for you, only changing it if you have to stay late for work. Tonight, you went to dinner with your work friends and wanted me to be ready for your return. At 9 o’clock. Sharp. Not one minute before. Not one minute after.

8:57 p.m. Waiting. Naked, open, and buzzing with desire. I need you so bad.

8:58 p.m. I know you tell me the time so I can be ready for you when you arrive, but I don’t think you expect me to be ready so early. I’m always ready at least half an hour before you come home.

A Different Kind of Prom Night [M] [f]

I can’t post another set of pics this weekend, so I’m writing out another story instead. This is my first time posting on this subreddit. It’s a mix between a fantasy I’ve had and a story I made up as I went.

A little back story so this all makes sense: I didn’t get asked to go to prom with anyone last year. This story is about how prom would have been if the situation was just a *little* different ?. Enjoy!
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I stand on the back porch in a long red dress, glad the pictures are all over. The dress is simple in comparison to the other girl’s sparkles, sequins, and jewels, but I am glad that it is. This dress is simple and elegant and makes me feel special in my own way. Gold earrings and a special gold bracelet are the only pieces of jewelery I wear. My mother loves the bracelet I “found” but she’d instantly hate it if she knew that *he* was the one who gave it to me. It’s a little piece of himself to keep near me, even if he can’t be directly at my side.

A Little Fantsy of Mine With Multiple Men ([F]irst time posting on here ?)

Hey guys, so this fantasy has been in my mind for quite some time. Just thought I should leave it here as a little post and see what you think. Thanks ?.

Now this may not come as a huge suprise to any of you who have seen my posts, but I love of teasing. This fantasy goes along with that. I don’t know where it came from or how it got so detailed, but I think about this one a lot.

In my fantasy, I’m in a room of deep reds and golds. There’s no real bed, just large overstuffed, ornate pillows on the floor making a sort of… Nest I’d say. Around me stand multiple men. Somewhere between 6 and 10 maybe? All told not to touch me. All without the ability to touch anyone but themselves… Or each other. I’d tease them. Much more than I’d ever teased anyone on here. Most likely much more than I’d ever tease anyone in real life. Confident and proud and sexy under their gaze. I’m there for their pleasure, but they make me feel sexy. I’d love to watch them become more and more aroused. Touching myself for them. Teasing them more than they could handle. I’d moan for them. Cry out for them. The sounds my pussy, my fingers, and my mouth make together would be the only thing heard in the room other than their labored breaths. They’d want to touch me so bad, but they couldn’t