His Darkest Secret [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [fearplay] [execution] [new] [F25/m44]

To say it started innocently enough would not be a fair statement. He had a very good idea of what he was getting himself into when he sent his first follow up message to his application; he had for a long time fantasized about what it would be liked to be condemned to death and face his execution, even more so, his executioner. He could remember the first time these feelings ever came up, watching a History Channel show on the group convicted and hanged conspiracy in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln including Mary Surratt – all hooded, led to the gallows and killed.

Now the normal reaction to this would be to turn away or simply cringe, instead he found himself wondering what it felt like to be told by the judge he would be killed, then hooded and led to the gallows in shame, and then eventually hanged for some crime. The more he thought about it, the harder his cock became until he eventually made a makeshift hood and masturbated to the scenario running through his mind. To that day, one of the most satisfying orgasms he could remember.

After the Great Shift, Part 3 [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

From the back of the van, Joe stared at the city through the two, small back windows. He saw the van zip by where he was living a few days ago, and the apartment he once shared with Danielle. There was definitely a part of him that was happy to find out that she was still alive, but the pain of having that information, and feeling like he’d never see her again hurt worse than anything.

“I can’t believe they sent you here,” the guard in the passenger seat said through the caged opening to the front seat. “In my two years working here, I’ve only been here once, and it was to hand over another guard who beat her superior to death – I’d only heard of rumors where someone with a cock was let inside.”

After the Great Shift, Part 2 [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

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Joe was absolutely freezing, so cold in fact, it is what woke him up from his deep slumber. He was is a room made entirely of concrete, no windows, just a steel bar door, and outside that, more concrete. In each of the four corners was a camera they moved and refocused with each move he made. For a moment, he felt like he was completely naked, but then noticed he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, black leather shorts. They were fastened with straps at the waist and at the top of each thigh, with a small padlock sealing each.

“Get on your knees in the middle of the cell with your back to the door,” a booming voice filled the cell, seemingly out of nowhere. “Place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”

He was still in a state of shock, but slowly started to gather his senses. He heard the door open and heard the clicking of heels on the concrete floor. Before he could turn to look, a hood was pulled over his head followed by a steel cuff slapped on his right wrist which was pulled down to his lower back where it was roughly joined with his left. The person who entered didn’t say one word, she simply led him out of the cell and into an elevator.

After the Great Shift [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

By the time Joe found himself in the bathroom of her apartment, Googling the logo she had tattooed on her forearm, it was already too late. One drink had completely overwhelmed him, and the room was spinning faster and faster. For the years following what had been called “The Great Shift,” he had always been so careful, but this time he’d let down his guard and for that he was about to pay.

Growing up in the early 2000’s, Joe always felt like he stayed towards the middle on things; he focused on being a good human first, and everything else second. Even in his early 20’s, as the world changed into a dystopian society where even the idea of what defined a woman was openly questioned, he tried to rationalize both sides of the argument. It was a bit of a surprise that during the uprisings leading to the shift, that he would openly support the side of the biological females pushing to have control of society.

A Purposeful Collision, Part 4 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [chastity] [at work] [new] [F36/F34/m44]

All of the color instantly drained from his face. For years, he had been able to keep this part of his world separate from his academic and then professional life; and now, in less than a week at a new place they were extremely tangled.

“Oh, this is where I’m headed too,” she said with a huge smile as she made sure he had seen the contents of her bag. “My friend Kelly has a little whore she needs some help with.”

With every fiber of his being, he knew she was talking about him, but his brain made him hold out hope that it was all just a series of strange coincidences that they were at the same place, and he was told he’d be receiving the same procedure she was set to administer. Being his first time in this building, he followed his lead as they walked towards and then into the same elevator.

“Don’t worry too much, in the office, this is our secret; but you should know, this has always been a huge kink for me,” she was bubbling with excitement as she unfolded the tiny instructions from the enema box. “You left your Reddit face up at your desk on your first day. I only glanced at it for a second, but looked you up when I got home that night – just in case you’re wondering how this all got started.”

A Purposeful Collision, Part 3 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [chastity] [at work] [new] [F36/F34/m44]

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She stood up, walked out of the car and off the train feeling like all eyes were on the bulge protruding from the front of his dress pants. He put on his headphones in an attempt to block out the world. He walked down 33rd Street to the BDFM line and hopped on the first train downtown.

The music helped in helping him disconnect from everything else going on, so much so, he hadn’t noticed the barrage of messages inundating his phone. When he got to the office, took off his headphones and placed his phone on the table, he had a total of 16 notifications, 14 of them were some form of ‘hello’ or ‘where are you,’ and the other two were instructing him to take his phone and backpack into the restroom and text her when he was there. He picked up his phone, grabbed a restroom key, and headed to the men’s room. When he got in a stall, he frantically sent a message to say he was indeed there, and had done what he’d been instructed. Almost immediately, his phone rang.

A Purposeful Collision, Part 2 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [chastity] [at work] [new] [F36/m44]

That night could not have felt any longer. He was checking his phone what seemed like every ten seconds, but nothing. Every so often, he’s text himself just to make sure his phone was working at all. When he finally woke up to get ready for the day, after what couldn’t have been more than one solid hour of sleep, he checked again and still nothing – the only thing that assured him it wasn’t a dream was the fact the emoji from the previous day was still at the top of his messages.

He went ahead with his routine as normal; showering, getting dressed, preparing for an in-office work day. He was still habitually checking his phone, even as he got in his car and headed to the station. When he pulled into the parking lot, he pulled into stop 77 once again, as he’d already prepaid for two days – he noticed the same Toyota mini van in the same spot it was the day before. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he exited his car and grabbed his bag.

A Purposeful Collision, Part 1 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [chastity] [at work] [new] [F36/m44]

To simply call it an average day would be a huge understatement. It was only the second day at a new job, and he’d Joe had already felt like he’d settled into a solid routine. Get up at 5:30AM, shower, catch the train just before 7AM to arrive at the NOHO office right after 8AM. The way home was similar and hour commute filled with listening to podcasts with his noise canceling headset.

About halfway through his ride home, there always a solid black flash. He only caught a glimpse, but there was something about a black leather skirt stretched perfectly over all of the right places had a way of always catching his attention.

The rest of the ride, he couldn’t focus on anything else, while also trying to tell himself to stop fantasizing about someone he never see again. As the train approached his stop, he needed to walk towards the front of the train to be able to exit – the direction in which she was walking, and he hoped to see her again.

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 3 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [toilet] [graphic] [oc] [f48/m43]

Trigger Warning: This part includes a graphic depiction of toilet/scat play. If this is not something that interests you or you are turned off by, please skip to Part 4 (link coming soon).

Up slave, on your feet,” she spoke as she walked behind her desk and opened a drawer. “Now your real punishment begins.”

She pulled out an odd looking black hood with what looked like swollen red lips. When she pulled it over my head, it didn’t completely blind me like the other one – it seemed to have many tiny holes to allow limited vision. She pulled some laces in the back tightly and added a lock. She also put me in a clear plastic coverall that fit snuggly with elastic around my thighs and biceps. She then led me to a small, dark room that felt like it was a bathroom, but with the vision I had, I couldn’t be sure.

“I am going to leave you now slave,” she held a gag with threading on it in her hand. “But first, this.”

She shoved the gag in mouth and it threaded into the lips of the hood.

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 2 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [oc] [f48/m43]

On the entire walk through the hotel, Mistress April continued to berate me, and she wasn’t concerned if anyone else was in earshot. It was like she was inside my head, because the humiliation created a reaction that only led to further embarrassing opportunities.

“Are you getting aroused,” she questioned as two younger women looked on and giggled. “You are not normal boy.”

She absolutely knew it wasn’t possible for me to get an erection, as much as I wanted to, but the bulge caused by the steel, chastity tube and the prominent wet spot on the front of my shorts said otherwise. She reached up and grabbed my ear, pulling me towards the elevator to the parking lot. Inside we were alone again.

“This will be much more than you bargained for slave, you will be paying for every transgression – every grammatical error in your writing, every missed deadline for a task, everything,” she spoke as she reached in her bag and took out a small black book. “More than eight months of you fucking up is right here, and our first order of business is for you to pay for each of them.”