Molly Needs a Spanking [Mf][Dom][FSub][flogging][butt plug][DP]

The introduction line of my KinkLife dating profile stated my needs in the simplest terms: ‘Young Woman Looking for Mister Daddy.’

I received a lot of replies, mostly from creepy abusive sounding Doms who described everything they were going to do to me and to submit to them now because I must. But one man stood out from the crowd. Baz. At forty five, twenty years older than I, he’s a distinguished man with a bit of grey in his groomed black beard and a fit yoga body. His pictures were taken in beautiful locations where he looked happy in his travels. And though he has an easy going smile, there’s a sternness about him I find appealing. He’s just moved to America, leaving his sub of five years in London.

“My Dom moved away,” I said, gazing into his warm brown eyes as I fingered my glass of wine. “His job relocated out of state. He’s got a family and all.”

“And all the complications that come with it,” he said, with a slight British accent and white tooth smile.

“Exactly.”

[MF(Succubus)] Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus [mast] [oral] [Fdom] [fantasy?] [part1?]

I repurposed a prompt I made for r/dirtypenpals for this story. I’m really interested in feedback from everyone here and am definitely up for writing more parts if there is interest. I really appreciate you reading my story!
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I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be at the time. I don’t even really know why I did the ritual. Probably an unhealthy combination of boredom and curiosity. How could I have been so reckless, so brazen? I guess I had no respect for the spirit world.

I don’t really remember how I stumbled upon the ritual. I do remember it was on some random blog, with shitty design (think late 90’s Geocities) and typos galore. The author had abandoned updating it more than six years ago. After straining through a few paragraphs of red text on black background, the mysterious author outlined a pretty simple way to summon something called a succubus. He wasn’t clear exactly what a succubus was, some kind of spirit that didn’t fit the good vs evil dichotomy, but apparently he got a great deal of pleasure out of his experiences.

A good reason to go to your high school reunions [MF, oral]

I received the letter in the mail inviting me to my high school’s 15-year reunion. I had to double check that it had actually been 15 years. I don’t have the best memories from high school so I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make the trip back home to see a bunch of people that I didn’t talk to anymore.

After escaping high school l, graduated college, then grad school and found a job that I’m good at and pays well enough. Backtracking 15 years to rub elbows with people that didn’t like me then and will probably resent me now.

So why did I go? Part of me wanted to rub it in their faces. Part of me wanted to see the real life version of Facebook, the ones with rapidly receding hair lines, the ones who grew their beer bellies in collegiate drinking competitions, and the ones who peaked in high school.

Before I knew it my flight home and hotel were booked for that weekend in June. I spent most of the flight wondering who else would show up to this thing. Undoubtedly all the cool kids from high school would be there. But all the others like me are more or less a coin flip.

3 lovers and a servant [MF] [BDSM] [Fdom]

She heard the doorbell as she was lounging in her chair, the leather creaking softly as she put down her book and got to her feet. Heading out into the hall she made sure to grab her riding crop before coming to a halt at her door. She could only see the top of his head through the door spy so she let him sweat a little as she counted the cars that drove by on the road behind him. She counted up to 3 cars on the quiet suburban street before she finally opened the door for him.

He was on his knees in front of the door and staring down at her knee high leather pumps, she had to give him credit for his restraint when he managed to not look up at her even after seeing those. She stood silently in the doorway as he sat on his knees on the hard ground with his hands behind his back. Nodding to herself she placed the riding crop on his shoulder and pushed it down firmly. He bent down obediently and kissed her feet.

Across Black Seas of Infinity 03 [MF] [nc] [cosmic horror]

*Author’s note: Please start with part 1 (link in the comments). Warning: this chapter is pretty dark and contains some non-consent elements.*

Pekid moonlight cast a sickly pall over Miskatonic University and Abigail shut it out with the thick curtains of her dorm room. Her roommate Maria was staying with her boyfriend tonight, and this would be Abigail’s best chance to investigate the tome that Professor Armitage had lent her; hopefully it contained some information about the mysterious Knife that had taken over her life two weeks ago. Pickman dormitory was quiet — most students were out eating, drinking, partying… drowning their minds in banality of existence. She longed to return to that life.

Abigail would have preferred to read the tome under the bright sun of a clear New England afternoon, but privacy was hard to come by… and she wanted a chance to investigate the leather volume without supervision by Professor Ward or Victoria. Sharing with Victoria the memory of her first orgasm had been embarrassing enough already, and who knew what this tome contained?

First Time in a Gay Bar [MT][exh] (long)

I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.

But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.

The real tipping point I think came one night when my computer died and I had a huge project due. I begged a friend to borrow his laptop, took it home, and got to work. I finished late that night, and figured I’d have myself a good fap before bed.

The Professor’s Penchant [Str8] [fM] [blkmail]

Sam had always had a knack for science, ever since she was a little girl. Her parents had gotten her one of those build-your-own experiment kits when she was seven, and she had spent hours playing with magnets, constructing a potato clock, and peering through the toy microscope that came with it. Of course, she was quite intelligent – top of her class all the way through high school, she padded her resume with just the right amount of extracurricular activities to land herself a spot at a prestigious university, the name of which must be withheld here for confidentiality purposes. And so, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and having so successfully navigated academic life for the past decade and a half, Sam entered college this year with plans to become the world’s most renowned microbiologist. That was, of course, until she met him.

‘Mrs. Lefebvre & I’ [mF, Hypnotized Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you…

‘The Stranger Sat Beside Me’ [mF, Airplane, Exhibitionism]

This happened to me when I was eighteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it. For all I knew, I had a long and boring flight ahead of me.

I ended up sitting beside a stranger — because of a problem regarding our ticket bookings — and that was a first for me. I wasn’t sure if I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, or simply just keep to myself and stare forward for the whole flight.

The rest of my family were all up at the front of the plane, where snacks and beverages always seem to materialize miraculously. A few times before take-off, I heard my father and brother laughing about something up-front, but I wasn’t able to figure out what that was. This made me feel a little lonely, I guess. It sounded like it must have been funny.

But, after a couple hours of being in the air, I found myself glad to be sharing a stranger’s company at the back of the plane. *Lucky*, even.