Author: readeranon

[Mf] A Handful of Polaroids – Part 1 – [M/S][humil][reluc]

The break up was beyond messy and I won’t try to claim that it was only her to blame. It happened slowly and painfully over a few days. Things were said to each other and friends that couldn’t be taken back. Friends were slept with in revenge. Cars were keyed. CD’s and warm sweaters were not returned.

By the end we hated each other and didn’t speak. Our friends chose their sides and on the off chance we saw each other at parties or around town, we stared daggers. Then I moved and moved on. All I had left, was a handful of Polaroids, vague pleasant memories, and a lingering anger.

8 to be specific, each and every one at least a hard R, if not XXX rated.

I was shocked when a few years later, she texted me. We had a terse discussion. There were needs that needed to be met on both sides, things she wasn’t getting at home and she wanted the photos back.

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We met for the first time in years at a warehouse she had keys to from her job. It was late and the parking lot was empty. We made awkward hello’s and tried to hug, but we were both rigid. Read more »

[Mff] Cynthia and The Hussy part 4 – Cuckquean, Humiliation, BDSM

I enjoyed the sensation of my slave cleaning me off for a bit, but had other nastier plans.

I maneuvered The Hussy and I on the bed. I sat with my back against the pillows and head board with my arms and legs around The Hussy, pulling her back against my chest, but pinning her hands behind her by my stomach. I began to massage her breasts and nipples.

I used my legs to pin hers open, pulling them back, giving Cynthia an obscene view of The Hussy’s freshly fucked cunt. She stared down at if for a moment then up to me.

“Oh for fucks sake,” I said, enjoying the feel of The Hussy’s small but perky breasts in my hands. They were so different than Cynthia’s much larger chest. “You know exactly what I am expecting of you, she knows exactly what I’m expecting of you, and I know for a fact that you’ve been expecting this from the first moment.”

“Sir,” Cynthia said, but I knew her well enough to tell that she was planning to be flippant. “I didn’t expect that you’d take it . . . I mean I will of course . . . Just” Read more »

[Mff] Cynthia and The Hussy – Part 3 – Cuckquean, humiliation, bdsm

We didn’t stay there long. As much as, in theory, I liked the idea of humiliating Cynthia by having her finish me off, practically nude, as the first part of the night, I wanted to ensure I could put on a good show later.

I asked The Hussy what she wanted to do first, and she wanted a tour. She’d been to our home before, but what she wanted a tour of the hidden parts of our life.

She was delighted when I showed her how much of our furniture had been purchased, or retrofit, to be bondage friendly. Some of it, like the coffee table, had winding wooden legs, perfect for tieing too. Others, like the couch, had a number of large eye bolts screwed into the bottom of the frame.

I showed her how the large beam in the ceiling made a perfect spot for rope. I got some rope and the kitchen chair, threw the rope over the beam and then made a loose noose to put around Cynthia’s neck and made her straddle me on the chair as I pulled the noose slightly tighter. Read more »

[MF] – Orgasms while drunk and raped – Dubious Consent, light bdsm

Tania was 23 when we met and dated for a brief time. She was a graduate student at a local college and looking at her, you’d have thought she was a freshman. Tiny and thin with small athletic body. She was pretty.

She was a good Christian girl. She had tried to save herself for marriage but found the sins of the flesh to hard to resist and the guilt afterwards hard to bear. During the act, she simply couldn’t cum. She felt so good and so guilty at feeling good that should couldn’t finished. She found herself having one nights stands because she couldn’t bear to see the same guy twice and face her sin or the guys she met couldn’t handle the solution.

You see, she had discovered the solution with an abusive ex. She didn’t have to feel guilty if she was being raped.

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The date went as she had asked me. I had picked her up and she had been in a modest, but cute dress. Her hair was short in a pixie cut that matched her small frame well. We talked about books we liked. As we drove to the restaurant, I placed my hand above her knee and she removed it. Read more »

Bagged – [Mf] – Asphyxiation and bdsm

Before she had left the house, she had reached under her sundress, pulled her panties down and off and slid them into her mouth. She was not allowed to remove them as she drove across town, walked into the hotel, and went up to my room.

Stripped without ceremony, unable to speak, I spent some time teasing her body with my fingers, stinging her ass, breasts and cunt with slaps from my hand, and biting her tender flesh.

Then she was pushed onto the bed, laid out on her back. Left hand tied tightly to the side of the bed, right hand tied tightly to the other, her hand hanging over the edge. Then I plucked the panties from her mouth and put them into her right hand. I reminded her of the safe word, that dropping the panties would be considered red light.

Then I pulled the plastic bag over her head. Read more »

The cuckold driving the car – [MF] mild [MFm]

efore we met, we had agreed that it would just be a meeting. We would not have sex. We would not even have oral sex.

They hadn’t done anything like this in years, so we would meet at a bar, get to know each other and then play after they discussed it.

But the moment I sat down, between them, in the dark bar, we would test the plan.

They are both successful and dressed it. Him in a suit, nicer than mine, her in dark red suit with a skirt. Both in their 40’s and both fit, fitness being part of their F/m kink. I sat between them and within minutes had my hand on her bare knee.

As we chatted, about their life style and experiences and some of mine, my hand slid lower and lower. He said nothing, but he could see how she slouched, hear how her breath quickened, as I found the lace of her panties, already damp.

We chatted in the dark booth, in the fancy restaurant as the waiter brought her and I drinks. He said little and tried not to stare as she began to rub my cock through my pants. Read more »

Abusing the cuck’s wife – [MFm] [BDSM] [humiliation]

I wrote a bit ago about meeting a married bi-cuckold couple. This was our second encounter.

The first meeting you can read about in my history, but for the lazy. They were new and nervous and I helped them trim the fantasy down to something light and easy. I am positive they would have backed out had we gone with the original “fuck my wife in the ass” plan. She got me hard with her hands and then put on a show for me as she humiliated him and he blew me until I wanted to cum, and then I mounted his face.

For our second meeting they again wanted a fantasy that I thought was a bit too extreme. She had been so timid and nervous when we met and all she had done was touch me and masturbate while watching her husband suck me.

As they laid out the new fantasy, too much, too fast. She wanted to be treated poorly. Bent over and taken the moment she walked in, each hole one after another and then after, lots of dual focus on me with “forced” anal play. This from the same woman who had been clearly nervous to even stroke another man’s cock. We broke it down to its core and came up with an alternative. The key was that she wanted a break from being worshiped and he wanted to feel totally humiliated. Read more »

The photographer alone – [Mf][NC]

He has been tailing her without her notice since she got on the highway. He doesn’t know where she is going, but that isn’t a problem. He can be very patient. He can wait. Wait until she is alone. Vulnerable. His to take.

She’s going to a bad part of town. A bad part, one of many. But this one isn’t so bad during the day at least. Mostly abandoned. Ruined. He has an inkling now. He has seen her tumblr. Her photos of ruined places.

He grins. This is perfect.

As she stops he drives past. She doesn’t seem to notice him. One of many cars driving nearby. He parks well out of sight and takes the bag from the passenger seat, pulling the cuffs out and into his pocket.

The building she chose is abandoned. Broken. Desolate. A metaphor for the city perhaps. For what he will do to her? But he has seen her photos. She will find beauty in it. If she has time. Maybe she will find beauty in his plans as well.

He walks carefully, an eye out for her, but she has gone inside. He feels flutters in her stomach. Adrenalin. Excitement. She has no understanding of what is to come. Read more »

Made to feel useless [Mf] [bdsm] [humiliation]

We had skipped that safety meet. Or at least she had. Her name is Scarlet. At least that’s what I call her. I’m not even sure if it deserves capitalization. That might offend. She is supposed to be treated as if she is a worthless thing.

I had her park in the parking lot where I could see from my hotel room. She kik’d me that she had arrived and I had her get out of the car. I sent back to walk around her car in a circle twice while I decided if she was worth my time.

I watched from my window as she looked around, vainly up to see if she could see who was watching and from where. She was too far for me to make out any details of course. But I saw a clear female shape, wearing the blue dress that I recognized from the naughty photos she had kik’d me throughout the day.

I sent a note back, taunting her, calling her a horny slut, telling her she was so overwhelmed by the wet slick between her legs that she was rushing up to be abused by a man she hadn’t met or seen, when I had clearly seen her. Read more »

Servicing me while I watched his wife cum [MFm] [bdsm] [bi]

(A warning, this play was focused on some forced homosexuality with derogatory humiliating language. It’s roleplay between consenting reasonable adults.)

You wouldn’t have known, watching the couple approach the table, that they were anything but ordinary. Early 40’s, conservative suburbanites. She was attractive in a mom-next-door sort of way. Thin with blonde hair pulled back and fashionable but barely flattering dress. He had short hair thinning hair and was in jeans and a clean simple T-shirt. Both tall, both smiling and friendly. They could have been on their way to a parent teacher conference.

We met. We had a drink. I left.

I waited for 15 minutes wondering if they were going to back out. But finally there was a knock on the door.

I opened it, saw them and invited them in. The lights were down very low and as they walked in we didn’t speak. I don’t care how bad ass a dom or kinky a sub you are. I don’t care what scene you have set up. Those first few minutes with a brand new partner you met online are always awkward, always a bit weird. I shut the door and slid the bolt. I turned and when no one spoke, I said, “I’m ready if you are, we could also have another drink.” Read more »