It was the last day of December and Emma was the only one at the office. All of her colleagues had taken the week off for the holidays, but someone had to be present, just in case of an emergency.
Emma didn’t mind, she had no plans on the days between the holidays and she’d be home in time today to celebrate the new year. She’d also earn a hefty bonus for volunteering to work this week, not that there was a lot of work to do.
Most of these lonely days at the office, Emma kept herself busy by reading a book she’d brought, watching movies on her laptop and if she did any real work, it was updating the office computers to their latest software.
Like previous years, no real emergencies occurred and by the end of the week, Emma was quite bored as she wandered through the main office room. It was a large open area shared with her colleagues. She had already spent her time cleaning up everyone’s desk, watering their plants and snooping through their belongings.
There was one place she hadn’t been yet however, her boss’ office across the hall.
Previous years her boss had often come by the office to see if anything needed to be done, but this year it seems he’d finally began to trust that Emma could handle things on her own. He hadn’t shown up once.
This had given Emma the opportunity to snoop through her boss’ office for once, but she had resisted the urge thus far. Today was the last day however, her last chance. So shortly after her lunch alone, when she could not think of anything else to do, she made her way to her boss’ office.
Just to clean a bit and water her plants, she told herself. But her main reason was to snoop around.
Category: Erotica
The day I met Mike [MM, straight, soft]
I was back to my hometown Montreal for a 3-day assignment. I took a few of those as I’m now single and it’s easier to travel.
The day had been long, and getting back to the hotel had been stressful as there was a storm and I was no longer accustomed to driving in the snow.
As I got to my room, I decided to get down to the bar to watch the game and eat a little something.
It was a quiet night – there was only me, the bartender and a guy that looked familiar. As I sat, we started talking. We were both 37, had a similar job, both played hockey and had similar interests in general. Mike also looked like he had a rough day.
“How’s the divorce?” as he looked at the indentation on my ring finger. “Well, it’s rough.” “It’s hard man, but you’ll get through it. I’ve been there. You’re free as a bird now!” “Yeah, I guess.” “I wouldn’t have found Catherine if it hadn’t been for the divorce.”
[OC] “Your Life as a Bull’s Cunt-Boy” (Trans/FtM Protagonist, Gay, Hucow, Breeding, Lactation, Breastfeeding, Passion/Love, Cuddling, Narrated Story, Nameless Characters)
(Warnings: Usage of terms like “cunt”, “cunt-boy”, “t-dick”. Reference to breasts and pregnancy. Potential usage of anatomical terms. If i missed anything let me know in the comments, I’m a cis guy so I might not be aware of everything that might be triggering.)
(Let me know what y’all think when you’re done! I haven’t written in a while, but this is a story that I’ve been thinking of since I stopped. I think I’ve put enough thought into it at this point to put it in writing, hope you enjoy ^_^ And if you know a place this would be appreciated, please crosspost it there! That would make my whole day)
As your day of work ends, you push a button releasing your breasts from their pumps and get up from your station, taking a minute to stretch. One of the Cunt-Boys from the next barn over passes by you and giggles, noting that your breasts are still leaking even after a whole day of pumping. You can’t stand the thought of another minute at the machines; you’ve been so sore since Mistress’ new supplements have been added to your diet, but you’re getting hungry, and the sun is going down. So, you prepare to head off to the chow-line for some dinner.
my fairly slutty journey with BDSM yet
So basically I was i have always been a big guy. Bigger in the sense that i am not fat but I’m 6’4 and have a large body in general. Because of this, i was always the strongest guy in the room throughout my childhood. I also looked older than all the others in my classes. I had already started to get traces of a mustache and beard at 12. Because of this, i was always a sort of a leader in whatever activity i was taking part in. Throughout school everyone eventually knew me. This may seem life a blessing to most of you but it became like a curse for me. I had to be the one in charge and in control all the time.
I took Viagra for the first time.
I [28M] took Viagra for the first time.
It’s not that I have a problem or something, but always excited and want to know how Viagra works with sex.
Last night my gf came from work directly to my place to have some dinner and a drink.
She knows I bought this Viagra a while ago but never tried. So she asked me if I want to try , I thought of taking half as suggested on the website but ended up taking full as the pill is too small and couldn’t break it properly.
We had a gin and tonic and she was excited to see if there is somerhing going in my knickers and I am like I don’t think it works that way and we started watching TV. She leaned into me and started to kiss me slowly and I can feel blood gushing into my penis and suddenly a strong erection.
I lifted her up and we made our way into bed room and dropped all our clothes. Even though i am a switch i was loving being a dom ,We started kissing passionately and told her to address me as daddy.
Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 9 – The Family Tree – part 2/2 (a villain uses supernatural powers to possess and control a family in their home to get kinky vengeance) [M30s/F30s/f18][NC][MC][Mdom][Bondage][Food][Lac] READ DISCLAIMERS!
**Don’t start here! Start at Chapter 1!**
**Just reuploading this old series with some edits.**
**Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.**
*In this final chapter, still possessing husband, I make the girls clean each other, then bind them in a unique position by the fireplace, punishing them in various ways.*
**DISCLAIMERS**
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.
This is more PORN than PLOT.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
**FETISHES / WARNINGS**
-Non-con
-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism
-Incest
-Bondage
-Butt plugs/ anal
-Food fetish
-Gross licking face/armpits/foot/pubes/sweat
-Breast milk
-Squirt
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**Final Chapter – The Family Tree (part 2)**
Mind Controlled By My Teacher [FFM, MF, FF, Teacher/Student, Mind Control, Sexual Enslavement] Book 2
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic mind control fiction with elements of coerced sexual activity; all characters are 18+
[Part One Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wstcb7/mind_controlled_by_my_teacher_ffm_mf_ff/)
**MIND CONTROLLED BY MY TEACHER: Book 2**
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*Bruce Jenkin’s POV*
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I don’t get what’s going on, but my girlfriend has been ignoring me for the past few days. Just when I’d thought things were going really good between us—because she’d let me finger her behind the bleachers after I won my last game—she started acting really weird. What’s even more weird, is how she’s been skipping last period, when we have Mrs. Pennyworth teach us about financial junk or life responsibility or some bullshit that I’ll probably never need to know. Aiden Grace never skips *anything*—not church, not school, not *me* . . . and yet here I am, staring at her empty chair, after another day of her dodging my texts and barely catching sight of her skittering down the halls.
“Mister Jenkins,” Mrs. Pennyworth calls, and my blue eyes snap to her dark ones.
Be Careful What You Wish For Brat
The twilight between Christmas and New Years is filled with a lot of time to kill. Where else would I waste it endlessly scrolling hookup apps?
Endless possibility of meeting new people. The dopamine hit of a match is intoxicating. The lack of instantaneous clicks turns to frustration and animal desire.
Sasha’s profile pops up. A tiny and svelte babydoll. The teasing slut knows what she is doing with her pics. Short skirts with knee socks, licking an ice cream. She takes care to show her abs and perfect ass on a slim frame. She dresses immaculately and is clearly focused on her online appearance. Her currency is attention and she short changes suitors. Her arrogance screams ‘pick me’. And next to nothing on her profile. ‘Come hard and show me who is boss or get lost. Make me cry daddy.’
I match out of idle fancy. Instantly she matches.
Fuelled with frustration, and without thinking I message as directly as I have ever done before. ‘You think that those pert 22 year old tits are enough to earn this daddy? You earn it when you’re covered in my cum, your tears and our sweat.’
She types for what feels like an age. Writing and re-writing. I’ve unnerved her. ‘Big talk. I have hundreds of these messages. Why you?’
‘If you can’t see what’s in front of you, then you deserve the boys. I’m here when you realise that. Here’s my address and number. Hurry up. And come ready and washed for daddy.’
She immediately unmatches. I continue with my night.
About an hour later the phone pings. ‘I’m outside.’ I rush to the door excited and curious. Breathless but filled with cum and frustration. I pause and realise I need to show her who daddy is. I pull off my jeans and top, in my hallway rock hard.
I open the door to see her engrossed on her phone sucking a lollipop. I look down at her while I stroke my throbbing cock. She pretends not to notice me and walks passed an inside. ‘Aren’t you going to offer me something to drink? She smirks and looks up. The lollipop falls from her mouth.’
I lean over her, pressed against her and stroke my fingers through her hair. I take her by surprise by kissing her forehead. Her whole body shudders.
I effortlessly take her by the throat and lift her on to her toes. She has a ballerina’s body, carved from ebony and smells flowery and pure. She gasps for breath as she realises what she has in store.
I knee her legs apart and keep her suspended. Her skirt hikes up to show a well kept pussy already glistening. I guide my cock between her lips for her to sit on it. My thrusts against her clit and labia are nearly invisible. But I time them with her breathing. She notices and her eyes light up.
‘Where’s that big talk slut?’ I say with a half laugh. My voice is deep and controlled. It always is. I’m met with her sucking my thumb. Intuitively I know she’s aching to be used. I relish how much I’m going to enjoy this.
My cock slips effortlessly into her. She gasps and involuntarily whispers ‘thank you daddy. Please more.’
‘More? What am I doing? I’m just being a kind host’ I fuck her without paying attention to her.
I pull out to see my cock glistening and covered in cream. ‘That’s a good start.’
I push her to her knees and force my cock into her welcoming mouth. I take her by the back of the head and keep her locked in. Her wrenches made me shudder in delight. I train her to take it for 20 seconds, then 30, then a minute. I count down the seconds each time. She splutters free with tears in her eyes and drool dripping to the floor.
I lift her head up to me cradling her. ‘More?’ I ask almost lovingly. She begs by nodding and wiping her tears over mouth. I oblige and spit in her mouth. She yelps in delight.
I walk in front to the couch and click my fingers. She instinctively knows to crawl over to me. Her pert ass raised and her shoulders defining each of her back muscles, tense and ready.
Her body obeys my will and she pushes her face down ready to be used. To be ravaged. To be fucked.
But this is about my pleasure. And it pleases me to taste her. I spread her asscheeks and slide my tongue from her back to her greeting clit. My hands explore her back and hips as I do, with my fingernails occasionally raking her back to whimpers and soft moans of delight.
My tongue explores her clit: caressing her pearl, kissing her thighs, punctuating my slow rhythm with spanks on her pussy. I grab her waist from underneath and motion her body deeper onto my tongue as I expertly fuck her with my mouth. She yields all control and screams. She cums instantly my fingers enter her and find her gspot. Her cream covers my tongue. Her knees buckle as she gasps.
On the floor, already defeated, I grab her neck and arch her backwards further than she could allow. She groans, struggling from the position but cries and gasps as I fuck her hard. I fuck all my frustration into her. The clap of her ass against my balls wakes her up and she begs for more and thanks me: ‘yesyesyesyes daddy I’m your fucking sluutttt’.
I pound her exactly as I want. Slow and deep at first and harder and faster. Each time my pace changes she cums on me. Whole body quivers. She seems shy the first time she squirts. I pause to lick up, cover it on my fingers and make her gag while I finish in her.
My cum pumps into her overflowing her. I sigh in satisfaction. I get up, kiss her forehard and bring her water. She lays there, defeated and idyllic with my cum in her. I walk to the bedroom and tell her to hurry the fuck up and get out without washing. I tell her I expect her to be here the same time tomorrow.
24 hrs later, another knock at my door. This time, she is on her knees with a collar on.
From a hot date to enslavement, how I transformed.
Enslavement might not be the right word for this. I am completely willing. But I am lying here on the floor, naked, with a collar on my neck and chained to the bed while my Master sleeps in his warm, soft bed with his dog by his side.
It started with an online profile. I was just out of college and starting a new life. I had a job at an apartment complex in the front office. My degree was in business management. I know that is kind of generic, but I always saw myself as a house wife and not the working type.
My profile was not in any way suggestive. I posted some hobbies and likes and what I was looking for. I got a lot of responses. Most of them were one word or sentence fragments. But one guy wrote about his ideal first date.
He was older, but he said he wanted to take me to a high end restaurant and have wine and conversation on the patio. Then go for a walk at the local park and see where the night takes us.
New Years with my Father’s Boss pt2 Discovered in the alcove? [18+][age gap]
Xavier kisses me back. There’s no hesitation. No second thoughts. Just pure, raw desire. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my butt, and pulls me in closer to him.
His arms feel strong and secure wrapped around my slender waist. He holds me tight enough so I’m pressed against his body that I have often pictured naked and bared to me. But not so tight that I feel restricted. It feels natural to be in his arms as if this were something we should have been doing all along. Od course, in the back of my mind I know we shouldn’t, and we need to be careful, but as my lips part for him I can’t think of anything else but his taste and the touch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel my desire soaking through the fine material of my underwear.
Still kissing me, holding me in his embrace, Xavier nudges me backwards. I can’t see where we’re going, but placing his hands on my hips to steer me, he guides me into an alcove tucked across the other side of the room. Away from the glass doors. Away from prying eyes.