Sensual Domination Session (1)

When I arrived, Matt was working at his desk as usual.  As I was entering, I was wondering if he had any idea what was about to happen. How is sessions would become sensual domination sessions and he eventually would [become a submissive](http://slave-selection.com/?P=A787698). How his entire world as he knew it would be turned upside down, and that he would be forced to make a very difficult decision. Today was the day I had been waiting for, for a long time. I had been helping Matt with some massage therapy for several weeks now. Each visit I got deeper into Matt’s subconscious mind. I knew I had to take it slow, especially when I was taking on a such a huge task.

“Hello Matt, how’s your day so far?” *“Oh, Hello there, I guess good. I managed to clean out my inbox, so I hope we can get some time alone today.”* “Great, [I’d like to give you an extended session](http://femdoming.com/fiction/sensual-domination/sensual-domination-session-1/). We have a lot of stuff to deal with today.” *“Well, come over here then so we can get started.”* “Hey, did you see that show last night about the guy that could make people do all kinds of things?”*“No, what do you mean?”* “It was this guy. He could get into people’s head and make them do things they had never done before. It was like they never realized their potential until he opened up their minds.”

The Party Guest – An Interracial Quickie w/ Cuckolding

Lara stood in the living room, wearing a spaghetti-strapped yellow sundress that accentuated her feminine curves, also bring a radiant glow to her blonde beauty when she held on to a glass of red wine in her hand. She was hosting a party full of well-dressed guests, where her husband stole the show getting everyone’s attention. The people were laughing along with him. He had such a way to make everyone feel comfortable at the party.

As for Lara, she remained aside, leaning her back against the wall to the corner of the dining room, where sip her glass of Chardonnay. She saw a well-dress black man bypass her and nodded when walked into the kitchen. She made eye contact with him and smiled at him. Lara was intrigued by his marvelous looks, but only for a brief second, as she watched her husband entertain the crowd that surrounded him.

Then another minute later, the man that bypassed her leaned himself against the wall. He stood at the corner side of the wall and whispered something to her in his rich baritone. “Upstairs.”

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I thought of a creative challenge.
I start on the story and two users continue to write parts in that line of comments. It keeps going back an forth between two users.

Different storylines for different users/comment threads are possible.

Premise:
“So, about my life.

I grew up in a small town in Europe. You might think I have no insecurities as a fashion model, but you couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve always been a very shy girl and it made it difficult to make friends. I ended up doing some modelling jobs, which became my full-time job.

It’s fun to do, and I get to see a lot of places around the world. The only problem with it is that I’m away from home often. I never even had a boyfriend because of it.

When I recieved an email about this job, I was reluctant at first. Normally I only get offers through my agency. But the amount of money offered was shocking. I took the job and went to this place. I wonder where to go for my shoot and the things that await me in this country.”

[F4F] Smell’s Delicious [Spanking][Gentle FDom] [Facesitting]

There’s nothing like attempting a new recipe. Flipping through cookbooks, selecting the recipe, shopping for ingredients, and finally putting everything together until something magical happens.

Or at least that’s the hope anyway, that something magical comes out. I pulled my hair up high into a bun, adjusted my glasses, and leaned closer to the cookbook.

“One-third cup of good olive oil,” I muttered to myself. I had already chopped and prepped the vegetables and had organized my spices, but now I had to decide whether my $8 on-sale bottle of olive oil was considered “good” enough. I briefly considered returning to the store, but couldn’t bare the thought. “Good enough,” I replied aloud to my silent inquiry.

As I began sauteeing onions and garlic and adding the fresh tomatoes that would become a rich sauce, my worries began to dissipate. That’s part of the reason I love to cook, I find it deeply meditative. I became lost in stirring, tasting so that I could adjust as I went. I inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious aroma of the sauce. This would be magical.

“Smells good.”

Taken by Five: Part 3 of 7 [f/f/m]

Skinny little Jenny lay face down, ass high in the air. A thin sheen of perspiration shone along the bony ridge of her spine as she arched her back. She positioned herself to accommodate the large strap-on I guided into her smooth, pink slit.

The contrast between her pale, diminutive form and the big leather sofa was agreeable. She spread herself open and whimpered as the thick shaft stretched her slippery pussy wide.

I pulled the big silicone cock out of her dripping slot and grabbed a fistful of her ivory hair. Lost in a soft cascade of ecstasy, she rotated her hips and offered herself to me.

I held a glass of whiskey in my free hand and delighted at its potent alcoholic flavor. I filled her completely as she disappeared into a white haze.

***

I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught of light stabbing its way through the bedroom window. I woke realizing that despite the generous quantity of whiskey I drank over the past month, I still despised the stuff.

A Midnight Visit

I’ve given you the key to my apartment with an always open invitation to come over. Even if I’m not there. And you have. I’ve been getting some very sexy snaps of you visiting my apartment..

What you haven’t shown me, and what I somehow didn’t notice, are little adjustments you’ve been making. You’ve oiled up my door so it no longer squeaks. You’ve brought over some toys and left them in my nightstand.

Then one night, long after I’ve gone to sleep, you sneak into my apartment. You make your way to my bedroom and find me sound asleep. One leg is tucked under the blankets, the other leg thrown over the blankets, and my nightgown has bunched up over over my hip, leaving my full thigh exposed. You bite your tongue on a growl because you really don’t want to wake me.. not just yet.. but the sight of my smooth, strong thigh sprawled out in the sliver of moonlight that comes through my window fills you with an intense possessive desire. Your thigh. Your baby girl. Your dirty little whore. All sweet and unsuspecting. A growl once again threatens to escape, but you shake it off.

[MF] [inc] [preg] [ds fdom] “Am I pretty?” (Part 2)

I don’t think I had realized how much of a willful force of nature Blair was. Not until she had walked through the door to my house. It was the first time in over 20 years that we were under the same roof. And it took her but a few minutes to settle down and take moral ownership of the premises.

She made it clear that she would stay for about a week, maybe a bit more. I don’t know why but I had somehow convinced myself that she would drive from California to Kansas, have dinner with me, and then drive back the very same day. Of course that wasn’t happening.

In the last two days she had cleaned up the house (“I just can’t deal with your man cave mess” she blurted, before starting to move stuff around no questions asked), she had taken me to the nicest restaurant in town, got the entire story of my life since I had left her mother and her, and now she was proudly announcing that she had made a home-cooked Italian meal. “One of my clients is of Italian origin and he is always trying to lure me in with recipes”.
“Well, do you like him?”, I asked
“No, don’t be silly Stephen. Desperation is not attractive. And he is desperate. Rich, but desperate”

Bred in silence. [MF]

There she was, completely naked, before me. She was bent over and strapped down to a wooden horse. She couldn’t move or get away even if she had wanted. We were on a breeding farm at a secret located, known only to a small group of influential people, on a large estate, deep in the countryside. This was to be her first breeding of this cycle, yet the room still smells pungent of pussy and cum.

 

My smile broadened at thoughts of what was about to occur, as my cock hardened against my black pants causing me to shift it slightly, in order to ease the ache.

 

I was enjoying just standing there, watching her, enjoying this sight before me. The way her body bent over the horse and was tethered to it. The arch in her back. Small beads of sweat had formed on her smooth skin. Her knees were pulled up and bent underneath of her. This position forced her ass up higher in the air, which gave me a full fantastic view of both her fuck holes. Her full breasts hung down. They slightly swayed back and forth as her body rocked on the horse. Her nipples were hard and reddened, being pulled, stretched and extended by the clamps her owns had placed on them.

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