Iantletoxx, Author at NSFW story

Model Squabble (Spanking, DD, Reluctance, Maledom, M/F, Female POV)

The coffee may have been sweet, but it didn’t compare to the sound of Ronald’s envelope hitting the table. I texted a few friends that I love them, putting the cell phone in front of me.

“You are at the bottom, so look at the whole collection, my little Mercury!” Ron laughed appreciatively and gripped my wrist as if he was groping my cleavage. As most guys I’ve met – nice ones or jerks – have wanted to do.

I looked around to see if the other girls from campus were sitting in the cafe. I opened the envelope and started looking at the first girl from the astronomy collection with bras in the appearance of planets. Black-haired goth girl Pluto still couldn’t forgive her elimination, so she was pursing her lips and showing her middle fingers. The boys will still be most interested in the tiny panties with the skull. They suited her! Also, the see-through T-shirt did a fine job for Neptune, standing with mock embarrassment, puffing on the wave. Or the cap of Uranus, the only thing left of her flight attendant uniform. Read more »

The Night at Policewoman‘s Place [Femdom] [Masturbation] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [VOY] [Les][Fiction]

My parents were mysterious to me -more so than Big Foot or the Lochness monster if I might be frank. I never understood dad´s fixation with women like my mom, who never spoke unless spoken to, wore flowery clothes and lived just for the house, kids, and television. Not to mention, mom was flat-chested, her body looking like an ironing board she was fond so much.

I liked ladies with power, meaning three things, two of them being their jugs. The last of them was the office to command and condemn men. I remember looking for pictures of female politicians and judges, choosing photos where I could see their expensive clothes, stretched by their boobs that could feed future generations and enchant countless crowds, including desperate criminals.

When I was eighteen, I was trading most of the nude photos with a boy of the same age Eric Taylor, whose household was so different from mine, and most of the guys swore they wanted to grow up in it. Eric and his half-sister Sandy were being raised by two moms. The thin African-American Doris and Louise, Mexican lady of slightly plumper shapes. The boys in the neighborhood joked that Doris must have met her wife at an anti-immigration department because she worked as a police officer. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 5 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Uncomfrotable territory] [BDSM][Dubcon][Good-Feel sex] [Plot heavy]

**Stacey**

Seeing Jenine’s ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator’s self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn’s tent.

I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors. What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?

It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.

“Good evening ma’am.” He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside. “You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. “Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 4 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Les][Spanking] [Public disgrace] [BDSM] [Plot heavy]

**Therese**

I have been conscientiously washed in the inmates’ common bathroom for Lovemaking with Arthur. The session where the student doesn´t sit. Conscientiously and delicately. Two cleaning ladies (un)dressed in pink sashes scrubbed me in warm coconut milk, making my skin tasteful for the gourmet tongue of my lover. The bath not only prepared me for Arthur but also invigorated me. I hurried to his bedroom and threw off my outfit. It smelled sweet in here. Whatever it was, it came from Larissa’s body, stretched out over our three spots. Strangely, she was wearing lingerie – yellow lace underwea. The top and stockings, but no panties.

“What did they bathe you in?” I asked.

“That´s maple syrup.” Double L tilted her head. “Come and taste.”

I was worried. “Larissa, Arthur wants us without a single thread.”

She laughed. “I wanted to see what he would do if I disobeyed, so I lied.”

Her pose was dazzlingly seductive. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 2 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

What did I imagine would happen?

I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.

l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.

Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.

All it took was to shake it.

Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.

“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.” Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 6 – Agatha [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Spanking] [Les][Dubcon] [Plot heavy]

**Agatha**

Harlots are new ladies. According to that motto, I proudly exposed my tits and made a way to my cunt. The new age was lenient towards me, but some gentlemanly demands rose. That is how it came that I alternate between being a teacher and a student. As soon as I explained to the group of inmates, completely pale with fear, how they could improve their results in Lovemaking, I put on a green evening dress in my room. It covered my legs, but the neckline didn’t leave much to the imagination. I left my underwear and chastity belt in the room. Nowadays, they assume a high-class lady makes concessions to men. I will not by trying to resist any ideas that Beck or Mayson would have when looking at me. Sophia could try something too.

The management slightly changed the hall of the principal’s office into something like a cut-out corner of a restaurant. My lovers and chit-chatter stood at the table with Mayson at the top.

Stiletto high heels heralded my arrival in the carpetless hallway. The principal and the sexologist welcomed me. I wished them good evening, kissing their hands according to the new ritual. The principal gave us his blessing, and we took our seats. Read more »