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Her Husband’s Shirts – [Mf] [BDSM]

I’ve only gotten to see Scarlet a few times now, but I hope to again in the future. Scarlet is of course not here real name, but the one I have chosen for her. You see, Scarlet is an unfaithful slut. A dirty cheating whore who is cuckolding, without his knowledge, a sweet man, father, and provider whom she says she loves.

Does that make her a bad person? Yes. Does the she get off on the shame of how dirty she is being? Yes to that as well. Am I a bad person for doing it? Probably, but you know what you get with me, plus that’s her kink not mine.

Scarlet is without a doubt one of the biggest humiliation freaks I have played with. She was, at the time of the meeting, a lovely woman in her early 30’s with long light brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy, but the thin side of curvy figure. I met her through one of the sites I post these on and assume she is going to read this there. Just think Scarlet, right now so many people are reading about what a cheating whore of a slut you are and getting horny to your antics. Do you think I will shock them with how deep you go down the hole? Read more »

Cynthia serves my date and I – [MFf] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Female Cuckolding]

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. Preparing herself for this humiliation. This punishment.

Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Don’t judge, I didn’t make much at the time and she was a student. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock.

I don’t remember what she had done. It’s not important. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments. It wasn’t a painful punishment. Mental and teasing. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS. Read more »

20 – A Mrs. B. Story [Mf]

The weekend had been awful. Pretending. Pretending to be happy. Pretending to be normal. Pretending, that all that she could think about wasn’t Monday. Wasn’t her punishment. Pretending she could think of something other than number 20 he had written on her white board. Pretending that she wasn’t wet and horny all weekend dreaming of how he might do it.

20. He hadn’t said it specifically. They almost never discussed things specifically.

20. The number of assignments she would have to finish for him before she could work on her own assignment. Orgasms. He meant orgasms. Worse. He had whispered that it was her job to get his assignments done. That she wasn’t just to wait for his orders. No. She had to go out of her way, she had to take initiative. He would not give her any help.

But now she was in the office. Monday morning. Wearing the new blue dress. Wearing no underwear. Wearing the butt plug with the blue crystal she had secretly bought the day before. Driving two towns over and feeling herself burning red in shame the whole time. Read more »

Conference Call [Mf] bdsm elements

The conference room is not a large one. Solid walls and a table that can comfortably, barely, fit eight.

She enters. Her legs sliding under her red skirt. She tries not to think about the nude feeling.

She sits primly, crossing her legs, trying not to think of how exposed she feels. Even with the table to hide under, what if someone saw? Saw that she exposed. That she had no panties on.

She had worn panties of course. She was not some slut. Her eyes flicked to her wedding ring. She was not that kind of slut at least. She had dressed that morning, in front of her husband, and she had picked out pretty lacy red underwear to match the skirt. She had hoped that he, not the right he, would see and think them pretty. Think her sexy.

He had too. The first thing that morning. He had called her into his office. His voice on her line, “Please come into my office Mrs. B.” He had her lift her skirt. She had done so, blushing, not looking up, not looking him in the face, feeling his eyes on her. She heard his breath catch with lust and could have exploded. He did think her sexy. Maybe today would be the day. Maybe, just maybe, today he would fuck her. Read more »

Jack and Jill get raped – Part 1 [MFM] – Consent nonconsent – Bi male stuff in later chapters

I just want to warn our sensitive readers that this story contains a bit more guy on guy stuff than is normally in my writing. It also focuses on no

I met Jill through Stacy. They were both playing with the same subby male and we had a sort of 4 way one night. That’s another story though.

Jill then was still exploring her sexuality. But came to believe herself to be a straight switch leaning towards submissive with a particular taste for non-consent. When it came to consentual play, she was very prudish, disliking much more than light foreplay and fucking. With non-consent play, she got off on being “forced” to do the sort of things she didn’t normally like.

The next time we had a play date, she was seeing jack and it was a cuckoldry sort of scene. Jack describes himself as a straight sub. I won’t argue the semantics of kinsey scale on that one. What they shared was a fetish for the non-consent. Not only did Jack want to be forced to watch, but to participate. Read more »

Leslie and Anne at the Lesbian Club [MFf] – BDSM

I liked Anne the first time Leslie introduced me. They are married now and I noticed quickly how different Leslie was with Anne than some of the other gf’s and flings like Diane. With Diane, Leslie was cruel, mean spirited and used my cock like a weapon. Anne came later. With Anne, Leslie dominated her, but treated her like a prize. I played with them much less often than I had with her and Diance and Leslie used my cock as a tool.

I had not done much with Anne. I had felt her a bit and Leslie had made her jack me off at one point, but I hadn’t even gotten a blow job. In fact, Anne could boast that she had never had a penis inside her body. That she was one of the purest lesbians she knew. Tonight would be no different.

As to her “purity.” She teased Leslie about it. She had spunk and I liked that. We’d be hanging out and she’d call Leslie a “stained” lesbian or make fun of the fact that she sometimes fucked me. Of course, Leslie would fire back that one day she’d have me fuck the sub. Still Anne didn’t let herself get cowwed. I was dating Stacy off and on at this time and Anne reminded me of her. Submissive but spirited. I seem to have a type. Read more »

That night at the bar, a letter to an old lover who has been snooping on me [MF]

I heard from a little bird that you found my profile recently. That you’ve been reading my stories. How close am I to your memories? How do you like the name I gave you? I bet you think I’m amused with myself calling you by her name. Your right.

I know why we never talk. The last two times. God. I had scars for over a year after the last time. But I thought maybe I’d try to think of some of our happier times. I wanted you to know that I don’t just remember the hate and cruelty.

Do you remember that night at the bar when it was snowing. We had seen one of the lord of the rings movies and you had worn that tiny green dress with the leaves even though it was freezing. God you looked so hot and I kept teasing you, every time I reached my hand up your skirt at how cold your pussy was.

But then we were in the bar drinking and dancing. I can still remember the feel of your body pushing against mine as we danced. Your breasts felt like they would pop out of that dress at any moment. Read more »

Discovery of a Cuckquean – Part 1 – [MFf] – Female Cuckolding

This is a story about me being an asshole to a young woman. She was a an asshole to me first, but still, fair warning. It is not always a nice story and I don’t think any of us come out looking unstained. It is a story about my being an asshole and her discovering that she loved it and that she was a cuckqueen.

To understand how this came about, you have to understand my past with Mel. Mel was my first love. My stupid, ridiculous, teenage love. We were off and on all through high school with a very serious senior year. We decided to be LTR going into college and spoke on the phone almost every day with regular phone and cam-sex sessions.

Winter break was to be our first face-to-face since we had left for college. I had saved my pennies to buy her plane tickets to come stay with me over the break and then, the night before her flight, she dropped the hammer. She had been dating someone seriously for months and at that point considered ME to be the other man and was breaking it off with me. Read more »

The Girl with the Fox Tail [MF]

I went to the costume party as your classic Dracula. The “blah, I vant to suck yer blud” kind. Dance party, music, booze flashing lights. Girls in a variety of slutty costumes. I really didn’t know many people were there. I wasn’t exactly new, I had lived in the town many years before, but most of my older friends had moved or we had drifted.

It was a bit awkward, but I made some conversation, danced a bit, had a Halloween themed drink or four. Then I saw Kim.

Kim was a cute little half-Vietnamese woman from my youth. She was distinctly Asian looking despite being half Caucasian, with the small frame that we tend to stereotype Asian women as having but with a large bust that seemed to defy simple biology. Breasts far too large for her small Asian frame.

The last time I had seen her, I had been 20 and her 15. We had fooled around, but never had sex. She was already a freak then though, just not ready to lose her virginity. I would tell stories about her then if they didn’t make me feel like a pedophile. Read more »