Tracy – [M/F] Mild humiliation

My first post here. I have some stories I wrote for my tumblr that has been terminated without warning :/ Luckily I had copies of most of the stories. I’d love to hear any feedback you might want to share here, or via DM.

**Tracy**

How long had it been? Dave noticed that he was bouncing his knee again, a bad habit he had when being impatient since he was a kid. He quieted his leg mentally, then looked up from the game he was playing on his phone, trying hard to push down the annoyed look he knew was on his face.

Susan wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so at least she was in the changing room. The store was busy, but at least there wasn’t a line for the dressing rooms, yet.

The first few times he had been inside the lingerie store with his wife, then his girlfriend, he had gotten whiplash from watching all of the women browsing through sexy outfits, picking items to try on and heading into the back where his imagination would take over. Now though, he barely paid any attention to the clothes, or the patrons of the shop.

My First Virtual Domination Session

The testimony I am about to give regarding my first virtual domination session may disappoint some of the femdoming readers, but I still feel compelled to tell the readers how it occurred. I met this strong, confident young woman on a very well known smartphone app. I let some time pass before I started a conversation with her. “So it’s always up to the man to start a conversation? I ask her ironically. “That’s the assumption,” she says rather directly.

This was the beginning of a very ordinary conversation but this was the first time I was dealing with such a direct Miss. So I decided to go further with the conversation in a cordial way. “I suppose your right,” I said rather apathetically. “I am always right,” she answers me even more direct than the first time. I pause. There is something different about this girl. Something terribly attractive to submissives like myself. I’m try to dig further by redirecting the conversation about me. “I like girls who are always right, who have a strong character.” “I noticed,” she said. “And you, do you like men who like dominant women?” I said excitedly. “Not really,” she answers.

[FMTTT] I was gangbanged by Transsexuals and it was amazing.

My husband told me he wanted to have a threesome a while back and I agreed to it. We found a willing girl on Tinder and she came to our house for a night long fuck session.

We both took turns fucking my husband in various ways and I watched with great pleasure as he shot his thick ropes of cum into her tight asshole and then my husband watched in complete glee as I sucked his load from her asshole and proceeded to have a 5 minute long cum kiss.

Fast forward a week or so and I told my husband I wanted to another threesome but with a guy. He wasnt that keen on it, but then I suggested we find a really sexy transsexual with a huge cock to be part of our threesome. He was more welcoming to that idea.

As we searched various hookup sites and compiled a list of potential candidates, we quickly grew a list of 10/10 looking transsexuals.

As we debated which to choose, my husband suggested we pick the best 3 and invite them all for a gangbang.

My Wife Is Cool – She Hired A Hooker For Me

She secretly hired a hooker to hit on me and take me to a hotel! Made me feel like such a stud. My wife really wants me to be more confident in bed and this worked like a charm.

[https://medium.com/blue-stocking-gazette/my-wife-hires-a-hooker-1288ce2f407c](https://medium.com/blue-stocking-gazette/my-wife-hires-a-hooker-1288ce2f407c)

Tres [FM] [FFM] [Oral] [mast] [long]

Tres

1.

Emily open her eyes, squinting against the blazing sun and looked down at the clear blue ocean far below her poolside lounge chair. She could hear latin music drifting faintly from the bar. The air was hot and the faint breeze that blew did little to cool her.

She had been daydreaming, lost in her thoughts.

It had taken them a long time to save enough to afford this vacation and so far it was worth every penny. She and her husband James had only been at the resort a few days, but they had had more sex in that short time than most couples did in a month.

James sat under an umbrella drinking his Corona and reading a magazine. He glanced up, smiling, and a shiver ran through her.

The tropical sun was strong, and a bead a sweat trickled down between her breasts, yet her nipples stiffened. There was also a familiar tingle between her legs.

He would always smile that same slightly crooked smile while looking up from between her legs. The thought of it was making her wet, very wet in fact.

I let my daughter do a really nasty thing.

All started a month ago after my daughter was acting strange and I was getting random phone call at home where the guys gave me information about them and then to conclude they say if you are interested please consider me to be in. So I guess was normal of me as a dad to get worry to try or that to at least find out what was going on. So a week after my daughter turned 18 I ask for her phone just to make a call as an excuse because my phone was dead. I already knew she had to go to swimming lesson so I try to take long enough so she told me don’t worry dad use my phone and you give to me when I come home. So immediately after she left I started investing what was going on. She had password to enter WhatsApp but was a old one she had in her previous phone so I was able to get in.

Leda’s Puzzle 01 [MDom][femsub][mast]

**The Mirror**

As a woman in your early 20s, you are terribly bored. Guilt hangs over your head on a daily basis because you know that you’ve never fulfilled your potential. You look at yourself in the mirror. You’re worried that your hair is starting to thin out from the stress. You’re worried that your stomach is starting to push out too far under your tits. The black jeans you just put on are tighter than they were a few months ago.

You try to hide away from yourself the fact that you didn’t buy them that long ago and that you bought them because your previous pair was getting too tight. It’s hard to wait tables for nine or ten hours at a time with pants that feel like they’re cutting off the circulation to half of your body.

You take your dark brown hair up from where it hangs to the middle of your back and put it up in a mess on the back of your head with a large clip. You look at your makeup and feel the same disappointment that you always do before telling yourself, “Fuck it. It’s good enough for a reject Waffle House.”

The Creature in the Cave [F] [Tentacles]

They say it is a great honor to be chosen.

You sit in the stone pool as your sisters bathe you. You cast your eyes over the slave standing by the pillars with a bronze pitcher of oil, his muscled chest glistens with sweat from the heat of the baths. Your eyes trace lower, over the ridges of his tanned core, to the cloth girdle, clinging to his every shape. But he cannot touch you, no man may, especially on this night. Only the acolytes may prepare you for what is to come.

Steam clings to the surface of the water, fed by springs flowing from deeper inside the caves, where the walls of your carved temple give way to uncut stone and endless dark. One of your sisters combs your hair as another sponges your chest and breasts.

A bead of water traces your collar bone and rolls down the curve of your breast. Your nipples harden to the chill air above vapors of the heated pool.

It is time.

The Suite [FMM]

As You sit on the complimentary hotel room massage chair and relax. You undo your silk robe and begin to feel the soft touch of your skin. Starting at your breast you tease your nipples. Starting with a light pinch you work your way up to a full embrace. Then you slowly work your way down your body until you find yourself at you moist pussy. Suddenly the joint room door to the bridal party is thrown open.

  You retreated from the party to relax, but without asking permission two men stumble into your sanctuary. You are at first startled but the embrace of your fingers is intoxicating. The two men stop and are mesmerized by you. The first man’s eyes seem to be intoxicated as he continues to drink you all in. He walks around you looking your body up and down. His hand wraps around your neck as he shhhs you. You say nothing as his grip tightens. Each finger squeezes and cuts off your air flow slightly. You let out slight moans as he pulls you closer.

In the Cockpit [MF]

“Is there anything I can get you, Miss?” our flight attendant asked.

Being that I was a VIP on a private jet, I could probably ask for anything, but I wasn’t familiar with this lifestyle. I had been invited on a ski trip to Glenwood Springs by my best friend from high school. Rachel wanted to celebrate our 10-year high school reunion with something special. “Create a memory to last us the next ten years!” she exclaimed when she pitched the idea to me earlier this year. Luckily, her husband, Dan was eager to bankroll the whole trip. He always had a hard time saying no to her.

Rachel and I had been friends since 6th grade. She would never marry a man for money, but it didn’t hurt when her high school sweetheart’s tech company got bought out for $500 million. We were all new to this, and a private jet to Colorado seemed like the perfect way to celebrate.

I thought for a few seconds and decided to just go for it.

I looked up at the flight attendant and responded: “I would love to see the cockpit and meet the pilot”. I paused. “If possible”.