Serafina’s Gift [M/f] [M30s F30s M30s] [police officers] [maledom femsub] [sex with stranger] [humiliating language] [stripping] [dubious consent]

**Serafina’s Gift**
Story by Pixie Isobella
‘You want us to fuck you, don’t you?’ the cop prompted. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, unable to make my voice sound louder. ‘Good girl,’ murmured the blond officer, his finger still stroking my cheek. ‘Such a very good girl.’ The dark-haired officer stepped forward and I flinched. He was deliberately harsher, meaner. He reached out a hand and grabbed me by the hair, making me squeak in shock. ‘I like searching sluts’ holes,’ he said crudely. ‘You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?’
‘Serafina’s Gift’ is an erotic MM/f story with stripping, sex with strangers, humiliating language and police officers. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com).
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The dark-haired officer held me tightly by the hair. ‘You’re going to make it good for me, aren’t you, Serafina?’ His voice was harsh. ‘Get this sack off and show me your boobs.’

I gulped as he let go of my hair and strode away from me to sit down on my couch, his legs spread arrogantly in front of him. The blond-haired cop stepped away from me, to perch himself comfortably leaning against the side of one of my bookcases. His eyes drifted up and down my body, making me feel like I was already naked.

Sex at the Bar [M/f] [M30s F30s M30s] [public sex] [maledom femsub] [sex with stranger] [bondage] [fantasy setting] [humiliating language]

Sex at the Bar

Story by Pixie Isobella

*I was too exposed standing at the bar, with my boobs out and my butt bare for anyone to see… Behind me, I could feel the orc’s eyes on the back of my body. I knew he was wishing he was over here, so he could push his cock straight me. Hell, I wanted him here, so that he could fuck me hard against the counter…*

‘Sex at the Bar’ is an erotic story with bondage and submissive sex with strangers. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com).

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It was a lovely night at my favourite jazz bar in the city. I sat sipping my chocolate cocktail, savouring every mouthful. I was glad I had come out tonight to listen to some jazz. I had a booth down the back all to myself and could sit and listen to the music, watching everybody around me enjoying themselves.

Pleasure Toy [M/f] [F30s M40s] [maledom femsub] [non-con] [degrading language] [enslavement]

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Pleasure Toy

Story by Pixie Isobella

*Six weeks ago, Eddie fucked Isobel senseless. Now she can’t stop thinking about him. He wants to own her, body and soul…*

‘Pleasure Toy’ is the first chapter of a novel. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com) and consider supporting me by purchasing the full novel.

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*I am not going to let him fuck me.*

Isobel tried unsuccessfully to squash her nerves while she waited for Eddie.

*I just want to see him one more time. That’s all I want.*

She was carefully ignoring the warm, tingling sensations in her pussy. She didn’t want to be reminded about how much Eddie turned her on… Or what she could do with him if she let her body make the decisions.

Eddie had picked a quiet spot for them to meet in the grove of trees near the lake. It was wild and overrun with vines and shrubs, too far away from the car park for random strangers to walk by.

*What am I doing here? I don’t even like him.*

Kitchen Toy [M/f story with Master/slave, degradation, use as a fucktoy][M38 F33]

I always want sex. Rough sex, brutal sex, the harder and more sadistic the better. One day it’ll be my downfall. But not today.

I’m standing at the kitchen sink, washing up some dishes, when he comes out of his study behind me. I’m naked as usual, with just my harness on.

Every day, when I get home from work, he always makes me change. He strips off all my clothes and padlocks my harness to me. A belt goes around my waist. I wear a collar and wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, all connected with straps. A simple harness around my torso, framing my breasts. It is all padlocked to me so I can never take it off.

I can never open the door when anyone knocks, because this is what I wear, all day, every day when I’m at home. If I’m unlucky, he’ll put a chastity belt on me, and then I know it’ll be a long night of him torturing me, groping and suckling on my breasts, making me suck him off, but never getting any sensation on my pussy.

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