Wonders of Gaslighting 3 (M/F 20/50+ NC, Mind Control, Superheroine)

Chapter 3 Wonderful Show and Tell

Gaslighter was my new name, though to Wonder Woman, to the street, and to law enforcement intelligence agencies I was known only as G. To Wonder Woman and law enforcement, I was an intelligence asset that risked life and limb to ferret out the worst of the crimes they could never hope to reach. To the street, I was G, the man to know, the untouchable one, the only major player too tough to muscle in on, but not hungry enough to push for more. What is funny is that having been stuck like this, a master telepath reduced to being able to make one suggestion to one target, at best every five minutes, I had become more dangerous than Maxwell Lord, my one time master, was when Wonder Woman killed him and left me stuck under this damned training lock old Maxi left me with.

Morning Light, Part 2 [F20s M30s] [female pleasure] [gentle femdom] [switch]

“It’s late morning now. The curtains are drawn and clear sunlight illuminates the bedroom. We lay on top of the covers while I idly trace lines between your moles – your ‘beauty dots’ as you call them, the French way. Each dot I find adds a new angle to the abstract drawing. I wander around your contours, connecting your ribs, your belly button, beneath your breast. In fine detail I admire your silky skin and your soft curves.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I say.

At first you look surprised, caught off guard. You open your mouth, then close it. ‘Oh…’ you stammer, flustered. You look down. ‘Thank you.’

‘It’s just the truth.’ I lift your chin. Your big, brown eyes are full of affection and gentleness, but there’s also a faraway sadness in them. I kiss your forehead.

‘You’re too sweet,’ you say.

I kiss you again, this time on the lips, this time lingering.

Our eyes close.

We sigh.

Without warning I feel you grabbing the front of my boxer shorts. My eyes snap open and I see the corners of your mouth twitch upward. You do an adorably poor job trying to conceal your devious grin. Your fingers wrap around my semi-erect bulge and immediately my blood starts rushing, each heartbeat making me larger in your hand.

[F30s/M30s] [D/S] The Alleyway

We met online and our chemistry was so undeniable, we couldn’t stop but sext eachother 24/7. When we finally met up we couldn’t keep our hands off eachother. I spent 3 days in his hometown and the stories I could tell…..

The one day I wore an outfit he especially liked, a white t-shirt crop top with flowers and pale blue jean shorts with golden sandals. Being a 40g in the bust, no matter how covered up I was, he still couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. We were walking down the street, his arm around my waist and his hands continuously grabbing for my ass. I whispered in his ear “we need to get back to the hotel now before I let you fuck me in the middle of the sidewalk” The look in his eyes made me realize he was taking it as an opportunity.

Let me help (text convo, MF, MFF fantasy, 30+)

Text message convo with my boyfriend:

Me: hey babe, you busy?

Him: No, what’s up

Me: Wellll, I’m super horny right now, I was wondering if you have some time to “help”

Him: hahah yes I do, what are you doing?

Me: well Im currently at my desk, rubbing my finger up and down my clit over my leggings

Him: mmmm I bet you smell amazing. How wet are you? Can you feel it thru your leggings?

Me: yes, my finger is getting wet. I can smell how sweet I am.

Him: good taken off your top and send me a picture of those amazing nipples

(I do what I’m told, licking my own nipple. I know he loves my big boobs)

Him: mmm fuck me. I know you’re thinking about the time when we fucked Rebecca together. She was really loving your nipples

Me: omg you know me so well. She is beautiful, remember how soaked her and I were while we kissed? I thought I was going to cum when she sucked my tongue

Him: ooohh her tongue. The feeling of her tongue running up and down my cock felt so good

The Mormon Apostate and the Bishop’s Wife [M|F, 18-30s][religious innocence][exhibition]

**Title: The Apostate and the Bishop’s Wife**

“Bishop James, hello.”

“Brother Smith! Well gosh, I’ve been missing you. I –”

“I’m gonna stop you there.” It comes out louder than I meant. “I came to church for one reason.”

Everyone in the foyer looks at me. I didn’t mean to draw a crowd, but fuck it. “I need to tell you to your face that I’m done with this Godforsaken church. Mormonism is bull-fucking-shit and you are a fucked up, power-hungry, overly-chastity-preaching cancer for all these people.” I turn to his wife. “You deserve better.”

I feel like I’m floating as I leave, and I can’t suppress the grin. People talking – about me and to me – are muffled noise.

As I’m opening my car door, she calls out. “Shep!”

“Oh – Sister James. Hi.” She cuts across the lot at twice the speed I did, “What are you –”

“Call me Julie.” She catches her breath. “Please.”

“Right. Julie.”

“You – that was amazing.” She pauses. “What you said.”

Caught in Combat #01 [FF 21+][rape][edging][forced][humiliation]

When Helena woke up, she found herself in a dark cave. Only a few flickering torches lit up the rough surface of the stone walls surrounding her. A shiver of fright and cold ran down her naked spine. She had been stripped completely, only left with metal gear around her waist and breasts. Metal underwear? Why would you do that? She had no idea.

Getting used to the dimmed light, she noticed she wasn’t the only woman in the cave. There were three more – one sobbing silently, lying turned to the wall, slowly shaking her body. The other two were silently talking on the other side of the room. All of them were wearing the same armor that she wore. Where the heck did she end up here?

The door flew open, interrupting her thoughts. A medievally rough looking man with a long beard entered the room through the iron gate that kept it locked. Was this… a prison? The man grabbed her arm violently and dragged her out.”You’re awake. Good. Let’s go. Your turn to fight now. Today: You cum, you win. Understood?”

“No, I don’t agree to any of this. Where am I? What’s happening? How did…”

My Girlfriend Got Extra Cock During Our Stay in a Hotel in London [MFM] [20s] [Cuckolding] [Threesome] [True Story]

This follows on over a year after our first threesome with James.

Having driven from our university city that November morning we had left the car in a quiet side street in south west London before walking to the tube station to get the District Line into central London. Lauren and I were visiting London together to go out for a meal for my school friend Andrew’s birthday. Taking the opportunity to stay in a hotel for the weekend. We arrived mid-afternoon at our hotel just east of the City of London and near to Brick Lane. We checked in before heading up to our room on one of the top floors.

Lauren does her usual thing of looking round the room, checking everything out and settling in, unpacking some of her luggage and putting things neatly in their place. She then begins to give me a teasing look, taking off the hoodie she had been wearing and throwing it on the bed before pulling her top down with her tits out over it. She glances towards the glass fronted balcony which looks out over the roofs of lower buildings and towards other tall buildings a couple of streets away with the large towers of London further away again. The next thing I know Lauren is casually sliding the door open, I feel a stirring in my groin as I watch her heading out onto the balcony. She was playing one of her slutty games and was clearly hoping that people might see herself exposing her massive 32E tits.

Back Seat Rendezvous. P2 [f27][m57](fingering, cheating, stripping, video sex)

It started after our back seat rendezvous.

The sexting, the photos, the video calls. I knew it wasn’t right. I’m married, he’s married. But I love it. I knew he did too.

I’m sitting on my bed. The house is quiet for once, I’m messaging him and telling him all the things I want to do to him. Hes giving it right back. Making me tingly and wet.
Then he hits me with something new..
‘Video me’
Heck ya! I set my tri-pod up.
I call him and he answers right away
‘Hey stranger’ he says with a smile
‘Hey yourself’
‘Why on earth do you still have clothes on?’
I stand up up, put my phone on the tri-pod and adjust the camera.

‘Tell me what you want me to take off first..’
‘Shirt.. definitely has to go’
I do as I’m told, exposing my red lacey bra.

‘Oh I like that one.. its a shame you’ll have to take it off soon.. pants next’
I take my leggings off..

‘Mmm matching panties?’
‘Of course’ I say with a smile ‘now.. which one first ?’

my wife and her friend are oblivious that I’m being seduced [M38/F22] [oral] [sex] [cheating with the friend’s daughter]

“Looking good, babe,” I say, eyeing Lauren up and down. I lean in close and whisper, my lips brushing her ear, “Looking sexy.” Her black dress hugs her slender frame, shows off the flat belly I know she’s proud of preserving. She’s turning forty-three next month, and even after six years of marriage, she still turns me on.

“I’m not supposed to be sexy, Dane,” she rolls her eyes and grins, “I’m supposed to be nice. It’s a nice dinner with my friend.”

“You’re always sexy.” My hands find her tight little ass, squeezing it as I pull her into me. We kiss. “Anyway,” I say, “What’s taking her so long?”

Lauren leans away from me. “Kate?” she calls. The guest bedroom is just off the foyer, and the door is closed. We can see movement in the shadows bouncing through the gap between the door and the carpet, muffled and hushed voices accompanying.

“Just a sec!” Kate says through the door. Kate and Lauren go way back, friends since childhood. Even though their lives diverged after high school — Kate having a child young, while my wife went off in pursuit of college and grad school and business leadership — and even though they once had a patch where they went two or three years without talking — they’re still good friends today.

A lie had me humiliated in front of my new friends. [F/FFMMM] [21-26] [Humilation] [First time] [Lost bet]

So, for a visual, I’m 19, female, 5’5 and kind of tiny. I barely fill out a C cup and am pretty thin with dark hair. With that out of the way, a few months back I was walking in the park when it snowed around where I live and met a group of guys and gals throwing snowballs at each other. Happy to have some social interaction, I asked if I could join and got absolutely creamed by them. The boys didn’t hit me hard but my fucking god the girls did not hold back. One just kind of tossed them at me and laughed, but the others seemed to be going for blood.

An hour later and me freezing my ass of being soaked in freezing wet snow from head to toe we exchanged numbers and I went back to my flat and warmed up to a hot cup of tea and watching my shows.