Author: readeranon

J’s Journey – A Meeting and a Club [M/f][D/s][Public][Toys](MFFFFF 21-45)

23 Minutes: J

23 minutes. It had only be 23 minutes. J had walked in the door at 8:10, flustered because she was late, and it was only 8:33 and his fingers were up her skirt and inside her. They had found her wet and eager.

23 minutes and she was letting a stranger finger her. A man she only knew as R, or as he preferred, Sir. 23 minutes and she was fighting to hold back moans so it wouldn’t alert anyone else at the bar to what was happening. What he was doing to her. What she was letting him do to her. What she was loving.

23 minutes and she had set a new personal record for slutty behavior. She had met other men online and even slept with some. Letting strangers take her in the backs of cars or hotel rooms. But never this fast and, she thought, never this wet. R’s fingers finding no resistance at all as they slid inside. They knew just where to go too, almost like he wanted to embarrass her by making her moan. And, maybe he did. Read more »

The Challenge – [Mf] – Dubious Consent [bdsm][nc]

The first time her phone beeped, she was finishing up with the last of her work emails and readying for her shower. Just a bit of work, little items she hadn’t had time to deal with at the restaurant and wanted the quiet of home to concentrate on. She had the discipline to ignore her phone until she was done.

She was still in the black work blouse, but had switched over to a pair of fluffy cat pajama bottoms the moment she got in the door. She had forgotten about it by the time she finished and began to strip, but was reminded when phone beeped again. When she saw who it was, she smiled broadly. Her stranger. Her danger. Her challenge.

His first text read – “My lovely little slut. Does your heart flutter knowing I’m coming for you? Does the fuck hole you call a cunt drip? Knowing I’m out here. Searching. Hunting. My little pretty prey. My victim. You will be mine soon. And there is nothing you can do about it. Just remember, as I’m doing the most awful of things to you, vile, disgusting things that no woman should enjoy, you will know that it is only happening because of your challenge.” Read more »

Because, You’re Mine – [MF][Mind Control][Erotic Horror]

Emma. Eighteen and a virgin. Not a popular girl. Pretty, but nervous and shy. Bookish. Awkward. Valedictorian. In love. Stupid teenage love. In lust. Obsessed. What a cliche. The worst is that she knows it. She sees herself clearly, while also feeling it. The need. The want. The puppy love. How sad. How pathetic. Falling for the football player.

Freddy Anderson. Football player. Popular. Not stupid, but not exactly smart. Handsome to a point of pain. Pretty to a point of perfection. A man to be sculpted by the greats of elder years. How many teenage girls had left their virginity behind for him? Because he smiled at them? How many adult women had considered if a night with him might be worth the jail time? He was everything she wanted. Everything she shouldn’t want. What a cliche, Emma knew. What a cliche.

Yet she allowed it to happen. Allowed herself to one of those other silly girls with him. Another stupid virgin talked out of her panties by his pretty blue eyes. His dimples. His grin. How could she not? How could anyone not? Face with knowing that he wanted you? Melting before his interest. Read more »

Ship Control 6 – Mf, Mind Control, Humiliation, Light BDSM, Dubcon

This is part 6 in a series. I don’t think I can link to the others here, but the readeranonerotica subreddit has an index stickied at the top with the rest of the series. I hope you enjoy.

“Yuna”, if you are out there, I know this is beyond what you paid for, with your dignity, and I hope you don’t mind if I take the story in a new direction.

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Yuna drifted in the most delightful dream. Totally helpless and at Henry’s mercy. At the mercy of his power. Henry tracing his hands along her skin, leaving no milometer untouched. Henry’s fingers finding their way into her every sacred space. His cock sliding into her. His words, his power, reverberating through her. Fucking.

As she drifted up, towards consciousness, the ache in her body, the ache from hours of hard sex. Sex like she had never had in her life. Except, no, they had only had sex the one time, in the shower. Not hours? Not enough to make her ache like this. Not enough for her to feel bruises. Read more »

Noelle’s Nipples – A Forced Orgasm Story – [Mf]

Noelle had moved into my apartment after a falling out with her sorority. I’d known her for some time as she had dated a friend of mine for nearly a year, though they had broken up after freshman year and I had fallen out with him. She and I had stayed friends and the third room’s occupant had moved in with her boyfriend and was looking to sublease.

Noelle was, and still is, very hot. This was a few years back. She’s tall, almost 5’11, and these days you would not hesitate in the slightest to call her a milf. You’d be shocked to learn that she was 40. Back then, I would have just called her statuesque. Fit from sports, long blond hair, beautiful face with lovely deep blue eyes. I know there are a lot of stereotypes about sorority girls and sometimes they are apt. I’ve met my share of slutty, mean, sorority bimbos. But I don’t think most are that way and Noelle wasn’t. At least, not the mean bimbo part. She was always kind and sweet and friendly. Read more »

His Little Woman – Part 3 – [BDSM][Humiliation][MFfm][cuckold][cuckquean]

You are tied to the chair, in your lingerie, the posture collar still holding your head straight. Your headphones silent for now, the vibrator inside you shut off, for now. He stands before you, his cock still hard and wet from someone else’s mouth. His mouth tasting of some other pussy. Your eyes are downcast, as is the rule when you are in slave mode.

The choice is clear. You can watch and be a prop in his cuckolding of you and be denied orgasm. Or you can stay stuck to your chair, only able to hear the soft sounds beyond your music, tormented with not knowing, but allowed as many orgasms as you would like. He even hinted that you’d be allowed orgasms after the chair.

He’s told you that there is another man, but that you won’t be fucked by him. You know there is another woman. That your Master, your love, your man, is playing with another woman. What dynamic is at play here? The hardest part of the decision is that you are so deep in submissive mode. So deep into slave brain. You don’t want to have to make a choice. You just want to be told. Ordered. Controlled. Read more »

His Little Woman – Part 2 – [M/f][BDSM][Humiliation][cuckquean][group]

He is still smiling, delighted at finding you like this, you see his eyes take you in kneeling by the chair, the bucket of ice with his drink in it. You have greeted him like this before, many times.

Normally, he’d sit before you in silence and you would serve him his drink first. Normally, when you greet him like this, as his good little woman, as his sexy house wife slave, you are to be a thing. You are there to comfort him after his day. To relieve his stress. To be of service. Talking isn’t needed.

Today, he speaks and says two words that you really didn’t need to hear, two words you had assumed. Had spent the last few hours mentally preparing to follow. “Slave mode,” he says, and your eyes snap down to the floor. You don’t need to hear them, but still, the command, his tone, what it implies for the night, makes you shiver in anticipating. You feel your body reacting in kind. Read more »

His Little Woman – Part 1 – [F][BDSM]

He has promised you a surprise. A surprise and a gift when he gets home. And that is in just a few hours. But time enough to prepare yourself. Your body. Your mind. For him.

He didn’t give you any specific instructions. Just to be ready when he got home. And enough warning and enough time to enjoy the preparations. Luxuriate in it. Enjoy the process of becoming his perfect slave. His good girl. Taking the time to let everything else go, to focus entirely on him, serving him.

You start of course, by stripping naked. It’s not a rule in the house, in fact, he so enjoys when you wear those dresses with the short skirts. You of course wander the house nude often, but today it is to help with the mindset. The reminder that you are merely a toy. That you exist merely as a vessel for him to find pleasure.

It’s not true of course and you both know it. He cherishes you. He respects you. But that is part of what makes it all so fucking hot. Putting on the masks . . . Or maybe pulling the masks off . . And for a time living within that fantasy. Read more »

The Fedex Guy [Mf][BDSM][NonCon]

The drive to Kelly’s house isn’t exactly a long one. She’s only about 20 minutes out from downtown, if you can call the little town center that. It’s a large town, the town where she lives, a large town if your being polite. A few of shops and traffic lights. Not a mall or big box store for nearly 30 minutes. Though good people.

Not a long drive at all, but its hard to find. Out in the woods. You have to take Main out to old 15th, then follow its ponderous path to Sky line Drive. Which is a silly name as you can’t see much other than the trees on either side. Your going deep into the woods now. Finally, you turn onto the small dirt road just labeled as “72nd” and drive on it for almost 5 minutes. It weaves between trees and at times, if you don’t know her house is down it, you might even assume its some unused road. There aren’t any other houses for nearly a mile after all. Read more »

Cynthia Chained to the table – [Mf], [BDSM], [Humiliation]

The thing to remember when reading this, is that it is a true story. Sexy stories based on truth often skip some of the real bits. The messy bits, the things that take away from the story. Like being angry at your girlfriend because she did something stupid and dangerous.

That’s what I want you to remember though. That less sexy part. The real emotion behind the anger. Not some silly stupid sexy rule that was broken. But a serious, potentially life threatening one. And the anger you would feel at someone, whom you cared about, for risking their own life and safety. Especially, when it was breaking a rule.

That’s how I had felt as I had rushed to Cynthia’s apartment fearing the worst. Fearing that she had gone and done something stupid just to get off and get herself punished. Afraid I was going to find her dead, having accidentally hung herself, or with some limb swollen black and blue and needing to be amputated. Or a dozen other dangerous things. All running through my head. Fueling my anger. Fueling my eventual sadistic lust. Read more »