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Happy Halloween

I stepped into my heels and looked myself over in the mirror again to make sure I looked okay. My garter attachments could be seen poking out from under my skirt, and my black thigh high socks were perfectly attached. The tutu skirt I had on barely covered my ass and my corset top had my boobs pushed up to my chin. I put on my miniature apron and grabbed my feather duster and I put on my coat and went to my car. I pulled up to his dorm and looked around to make sure no one was around before I got out. My coat was longer than my outfit and I wasn’t in the mood to ask questions. I made my way to his room and called him to tell him I was outside, secretly praying that none of his friends showed up.

He opened the door as he put on the finishing touches of his sheriff costume. “I was gonna come get you, babe. What’s wrong?” He asked. Read more »

My ex-boyfriend’s fuck toy. [mf] [fsub] [reluc] [creampie]

It's a Saturday night, and I'm running around my apartment trying to get ready for my date with Troy, my new boyfriend. Things are going really well, his calm and rational behavior a nice detour from the passionate, unsustainable fuck fest that was my last relationship. Troy is vanilla, but a girl needs vanilla every once in a while. He opens doors, slowly hits each base before slipping off my panties, and it's usually pretty nice.

I'm wearing a loose, flowing dress whose thin fabric clings to the supple curves of my body as if painted on in certain places. It's strapless, but the dark blue fabric covers my perky chest nicely, contrasting against my pale skin and drawing the eye to a hint of my busty cleavage. The skirt flutters against my bare thighs teasingly, and a little black thong covers my smooth shaven lips beneath. Long, dark brown curls spill over my shoulders, the thick locks teasing at bare skin.

I'm debating what shoes would be most sensible for the night when I hear my apartment door unlock and swing open. By the time I get over the initial freeze of surprise and cross my bedroom, the door has already shut and lock again. Read more »

The chemistry [M/F]

I see him standing there, in front of the building, waiting for me. My heart is racing and I feel my blood hot with desire. Something is about to happen and I am drawn to it like a moth. I lean in to kiss him and smell that intoxicating perfume. He places a hand softly on my back as he kisses me. I could do anything for that smell and that touch. I feel lost and high.

I would touch, but I know I am not allowed to. I would passionately kiss, but all of it is forbidden. I crave for the privacy of any hidden space. The elevator! I cannot resist. I put my arms around his neck and pull him close. I kiss deep, wanting and he responds by putting his hands on my waist.

We get off and I see that door. The door of a room where dirty secrets will be born and completely consumed, just like me. Read more »

[mf] Girl in the flat window

My day of extra time finally done, I trudged through the grimy city streets. Each car that clipped my heels as I crossed a road I never even noticed. I was simply resigned.

Other students walked past- intoxicated and in a party mood, ready to go "out" for the night, to a club downtown. I walked past them all, and stared up at the wide, brightly lit glass windows of each flat I went past. Floor after floor, block after block, each filled with smiling young people clutching a glass of something or other.

In one window, a girl looked out. She was fully dressed up, in a beatiful green dress and with her lovely brown hair spread out around her head. I stared up at her, and met her gaze. Our eyes locked, and I gestured with my hand as if I was holding a phone. She was surprised, and hesitated, then instead left the room she was in.

I stood still and looked around, wondering what I should do. Then, just as I set off, the door of the house opened behind me. I span round to see the girl, who closer up seemed to have cried recently. She didn't say anything, but I walked up to the door and held it open further. She staggered out and brushed my chest. Read more »

Model Enslaved by Elliot Rodger Part 1

This story happened in a parallel universe. Elliot Rodger in Earth 193 had experienced a transformation that turned him away from hatred of women, but instead serving them the way they secretly craved men to.

She was crawling on all four, arching her back. Her wrists are cuffed with iron chain, and so are her ankles. Most of her scalp is shaved to the skin, except a round spot on her crown, with hair forming a bang extending and knotted to a metal ring on the back of the metal chastity belt that keeps her nether parts prisoners. This setup keep her chin up as she crawls.

The key to this prison belongs to a man whom she once despised…the man whom she now hopelessly addicted to, and “forced” worship.

Her hands and feet are gloved by leather mitts, and knees by leather guards.

There are nothing else.

Waiting for master to come home is the most agonizing thing for her. Sometimes, he could be gone for more than ten hours, and the wait is so unbearable she would pee herself when she hear the door being opened. Read more »

Slave to my College Roommate (Part Two) [MM][Mdom][Anal][nc]

Hey there! I'm RPDiem. I'm fairly new to this, so if you have complaints, feel free to voice them. I'm always open to criticism, and it allows me to improve my craft. However, if you downvote the story without commenting on why, I'm just going to assume it's because it's about two dudes fucking, which isn't really constructive.

Anyway, without further ado, the story!

PART TWO: CONQUEST

A marked tension had developed between Chris and I since the “wrestling” incident. Whenever I’d open my mouth to bring up our encounter, his cold eyes would meet mine and my words would die in my mouth.

I found that after that first display of dominance, Chris had begun to more openly wander in his underwear, his large bulge straining against the fabric of his briefs as he walked through our room. It soon became second nature for him to strip down whenever he got home from class or a social outing, and he’d only dress up when he had to go out again. Read more »

lunchtime car fun (ff) (les) (foot) (car)

So I have this sexy girlfriend named Victoria, if you want to know how that happened read the other story on my profile. We go to a girl’s only catholic high school, and one day during lunch she suggested we go to her car and eat, which is normally allowed and we have been doing this for the past week before ever since her dad got her a new VW beetle. As I was finishing my sandwich she began to rub my leg and wanted to fool around, so I happily obliged and began to make out with her. She rolled up my skirt and rubbed my purple bikini bottoms that I was using as panties (don’t judge). I reached over and grabbed her tit with one hand and rubbed my tit with the other hand. Read more »

The Lonely Princess [fm][fantasy][fdom][msub][reluc]

The dungeon was dark and damp, I could hear something scurrying around beneath me. I pointed my torch at the ground. As the light illuminated the floor, a small animal hissed and ran away, as if it were afraid of the light.

What am I doing? This is no place for a princess. I looked back at the stairs, perhaps I should go back. Back to my nice warm room, my soft bed and loyal cats. No, I must continue, this is my last chance.

I continued down the dungeon halls, looking at various cells. They were all empty, we only had one prisoner this night. He must be bruised and beaten, cold and shivering. As I thought about him, all alone and helpless, my legs began to shake. Read more »

[M4F][nc][Fdom][Opening my eyes] Here’s… Christmas Present

Fourteen… Fourteen? Fourteen is no age at all, you're merely learning how to function as a human being, while the hormones of puberty gather in the distance, waiting to approach, and knock upon the door. But Fourteen was the age I received my Christmas Present. Such a long time ago, but yet unforgettable.

Dad died when I barely knew him, and Kate lived alongside us. The neighbour from heaven. My mum's best friend, and my second mother, essentially. She'd scooped me up from the ground when I fell from the tree, and drove like a maniac to the Emergency Room. Her and mum waved me off on my first day at proper school. I even shared my first kiss with her daughter, Katie, and I'm not sure she ever knew that. She always called me 'Little Mister'. Even when I left for University, she stood there, on the driveway, with a warm smile and instructed me to 'Read books. Learn things. But have fun, Little Mister. Never forget to have that fun.' Read more »