Author: Scrofulous218

Depositing Reproductive Fluids onto her Cleavage [MF femdom]

Her stare was intense. She had these deeply saturated green eyes and way too much eyeliner, giving her quite an intimidating look. Her hair was dyed a very unnatural crimson red, but it contrasted her eyes so ridiculously well. She wore a tight black crop top that revealed her arm tattoos well, but also had a crazy wide neckline, so her cleavage was practically begging for your stare. I did stare, and I was serious trouble for doing so.

“You have been a bad little toy boy.” She said calmly while staring deep into his eyes.

He was all naked, as she had insisted. Her hand was resting in a loose grip around his intensely erect penis. It was so ridiculously sensitive, to the point where only the lightest stimuli was necessary. She knew this of course, she had orchestrated it, meticulously, with plenty of discipline and planning. But now she was just staring at him, and slowly rolling his foreskin back and forth, as if it was the least urgent thing in the world. For him this was of course the most frustrating thing in the world. He was dying a little inside, it felt so good, but he wanted more than anything in the whole world to make her hand go faster. She knew all of this of course. Read more »

Powerless Bratty Suspension

She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head… She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes. But then she noticed, her toes were bare and she felt a chill go through her. She barely had any clothes on. She could feel a bra holding her boobs in place, but her shoulders were cold and her stomach felt exposed. There was also some sort of underwear around her ass, probably a thong. As her drowsiness wore off, she realized how stuck she was. She tried tugging at ropes around her wrists, but they would not budge.

“Hello?” She called out, “anybody there?”

The dark void around her did not respond.

What was the last thing she had done, where had she gone to sleep? It was all fuzzy.

“Hello? Can anybody hear me?” She tried again, concerned. Read more »

The Power of Lewd Confidence

I did not enjoy this high-end party too much, my friend’s apartment was filled with posh people in all their fanciest attire, talking about tax returns and the latest political scandals. At some point avoiding people at a voluntary social event becomes dreadfully ironic.

Then I saw her, standing out from the crowd, seemingly also seeking to avoid depressingly boring conversations, though that was far from the most noticeable aspect of this individual.

She wore a matt black dress that highlighted and complimented every voluptuous curve amazingly, the perfect Monroe hourglass shape. I felt a sudden intense need to come closer and further enthrall myself in this rare purity of aesthetic jaw-dropping eye candy. Luckily for me she had just disentangled herself from pack of drooling bucks. As I came closer I noticed her fiery auburn hair, the extremely provocative fish-net stockings, but most of all, the visual magnet that was her perfectly exposed cleavage. Perfect pale shapes moved and manipulated wonderfully by gravity, being loosely held by her black dress. Read more »

Miss Reed and the Professor

The hour was getting late on a Friday afternoon, and he was getting progressively perturbed. The office floor was practically deserted, pleasantly so one should think. But of course, this one idiot of a professor had to cram in all the student feedback into one week, making it impossible to get a break or an ounce of clarity in his mind. “Okay, just one more and I can go home” he muttered to himself. He had let the students book their own appointments for these little feedback sessions, based on available timeslots in an online spreadsheet. He did not expect anyone to actually book the 18.30 slot on Friday, who would be antisocial enough to do that to themselves? Then he looked up the name… and instantly got a bad feeling about this. Read more »

The Power of Disciplined Abstention

‘Fuck me.’ She said, with a quivering voice and desperate look in her eyes. She was biting her lower lip and standing awkwardly, next to the kitchen table, almost as if she needed to pee. But no, she did not need to pee, she was standing so awkwardly because she could barely keep her hands out of her pants. She was wearing ridiculously short hot pants, so short that the laced crimson panties she wore underneath were visible around the edges. The white t-shirt was loose and wide around the neckline; it made her tanned cleavage loom provocatively in the delicious contrast. Her hair was darker shade of blonde, wavy and rested gently on and around her shoulders. Barefoot on the tiled floor, her knees were now quivering.

‘No.’ He said quietly, but firmly as he stared at her. He was sitting very still on a kitchen chair turned towards her, with his back against the wall. He wore a simple white singlet, the common “wife beater”, and a pair of scruffy and worn jeans. His tanned arms and shoulders were powerful things to behold, muscles bustling in every direction. No tattoos, barely any hair. His hair was trimmed into a very short “jar-head” army style, curving faintly into a five-day unshaved beard stubble. Read more »