A True Submission Story for Submissive Women Part One

Before I start the story I wanted to tell you a little about myself for context. This is the first erotica story I have ever written and my dearest friend has encouraged me to post it here for feedback. I’m a virgin and I’ve never been on a date before. The only porn I’ve really seen has been R rated movies and spanking only videos online. I’m a male dom, but in fantasy only. I’m looking for honest opinions on the writing but keep my situation in mind as you read.

I wrote this series of stories with interactivity in mind, and the story is written for female subs to read and play along with. I am fascinated with the act of submission and domination and I try to explore those concepts in my writing. Because of this I have added a play along with my story that tries to put you in the shoes of the main character. I call it **true submission** any time you see *** in the story you will be instructed on what to do in order to play along with the story. Most of these are done in the privacy of your own home, but you are also given an extra assignment that would require you to DM me your personal thoughts and experiences of your play. This is for any female interested in trying submissive play out, or for experts who are bored. I hope you enjoy my first ever erotic fiction. I have this story and another one finished and ready to post. Each story has 3 chapters so follow me if you are interested in reading more.

Road trip with my friend after college [FF] – Part 2

Thanks for making me feel so welcome. Here’s part 2:

It was weird. The rest of the trip we both acted like nothing happened. We laughed and some of our favorite college memories and cried that were finally growing up and had to be actually responsible for our own decisions. However, when I got home the only thing I could think about was that experience in the shitty Marriot. The thought of her tongue on my lips sent shivers down my spine but I tried to suppress those thoughts and emotions for as long as I could.

The first night I was home I laid in my childhood bed thinking about Jess. I felt weird and awkward that was fantasizing about my best friend but eventually I let my body win over my mind. I closed my eyes and moved my hands towards my waist band and slide my hand inside my shorts. I thought about Jess’ tongue on my clit as I slowly felt the fabric of my panties soak up my wetness. I could my heart beat until I finally let my fingers touch my aching clit. I was playing with my wetness and running my fingers up and my mound until I could barely keep my hands there. This is actually a pretty big deal for me because I surely only use my fingers to get myself. I wasn’t only masterbating to my best friend but **I was masterbating to another girl.** I clenched my thighs until that familiar rush of orgasmic bliss overcame my body and I came. That night I passed out confused and guilty but satisfied.

New Neighbor (A Touch Series) [F] [Masturbation]

I know it’s a complete and utter stereotype to be turned on by a man in uniform but I can’t help myself—I’m a sucker for pressed slacks, tucked in shirts and matching boots. Throw a badge in there and I’m *drooling*.

Another thing that really gets me wet is well-built guys with thick muscles who enjoy working out Weight Lifting, Cross Fit—anything of that nature will do. But they gotta be rippling and thick. Skinny guys just don’t do it for me. I’m a tall girl, thin with curves where you want ‘em so I can’t be riding a skinny guy—I need a guy who can *handle* me.

I moved into a new apartment last weekend. How does this have anything to do with what I just told you? Let me tell you.

I was waking up on my first morning in the new place, anxiously waiting for my coffee to brew, my eyes not even fully open yet when all of the sudden I hear thudding. Repeatedly. I can’t figure out what the noise is so I’m taking a few steps towards my front door before freezing and listening again. I do this until I’m all the way at my door, ear pressed to it, my breath baited.

Pain Can Turn to Pleasure (Masochist’s Fantasy)

They whispered into my ear, “Do you know how your pain can turn into your pleasure?”

My partner looked at me expectantly, trying to gauge how their words affected my body. I tried to hold back the urge to bite my lip, a clear sign that they had gotten me excited, but I knew that I couldn’t stop the goosebumps from traveling down my neck and spine. I almost wanted to drop all pretenses of being unaffected and start begging for them to give me pain, because they know of my masochist fantasies.

However, I couldn’t given in yet, because they hadn’t clarified how they were going to pleasure me, specifically what kind of pain would bring my pleasure. Knowing my partner, I could be in for hours of impact play, orgasm denial, or humiliation. Personally, orgasm denial and humiliation wasn’t my cup of tea but I trusted my partner because they had always been committed to my pleasure.

“How? How are you going to make me cum tonight?” I stared into my partner’s eyes, knowing that I wouldn’t back down from their challenge. However without warning, not even the slightest change in their facial expression, they spanked my ass with the flat part of their palm.

[M]y G[F] became even more of a slut

[consensual] My gf (18)became even mote of a slut

So my gf and I have been posting pics of her online for a while. We enjoy other men watching her body and comment on her. But until now everything has been anonymous. We posted her tits and people reacted. That was it.

A while ago I thought I’d tell her about a fantasy I had of her fucking other men. She was a little hesitant but agreed to try it.
It took less than a day for her to figure out what to do!
She made a tinder with pics of her body. No face tho (thankfully) and the profile text said she had a boyfriend but we’re looking for a little more.

Well she got a date for the next day. I could almost feel how horny it made her to go the whole day and get ready for this other guy, while still home with me. She would tease me about how she was going to fuck someone else.

I [M] Fucked Two Craigslist MILFs and my Wife in Two Days.

This happened on a Friday and Saturday, back in the 2008. I was 55 years old at the time and involved with a married woman and mother of 3 (I too was and still am married) but it was winding down and we both knew it. I will tell the full story about her in a service of confessions later. My office was closing, a victim of the Great Recession, and I was alone, sorting out furniture to be sold on Craigslist. My lover popped in for a nice quick afternoon fuck — I was using blue pills regularly and able to stay rock hard a lot time — me sitting in one of the office chairs that would soon be gone as she straddled me. She said, This is the best fuck I’ve had since the last time we fucked. It was a compliment but also meant she’d been fucking other men, so it stung.

Best [F]riend lets me fuck her on the day of [M]y wedding

I’ve received a lot of DMs asking for more stories with me and best friend so I thought the next logical step was for me to write about the time we finally got to have sex. Hope you enjoy it as much as the last one!

After the night described in my last story, mine and Emily’s friendship changed. We were still inseperable and best friends, but also sexted a lot and we found as many excuses to be naked in front of each other as possible. We decided to set some ground rules mainly so that we didn’t ruin our friendship. We loved the sexual chemistry we had, but we both knew that we didn’t have a romantic future together. We also understood that our friendship was one of the best things to ever happen to the both of us and we didn’t want anything to even risk getting in the way of that.

The ground rules were pretty simple. No sex ever, kissing was allowed but only a peck on the lips. If we got really worked up and we were sharing a room we could masturbate together but we could only watch eachother with no touching (the previous story was a one off).

Filthy Lesbian: Restrained [F][lesbian][erotica][subdom][slapping]

“You guys don’t want to go in the water?”

“Na, I think we’re good,” Danielle said feeling the warm sun baking her skin.

“Alyssa, you too? Come oon?” The boat captain nagged.

“Sorry! I think we’re enjoying the sun a little too much right now,” Alyssa said leaning back into her wife’s lap and tapping Danielle’s thigh.

“Okay…” the captain said with a shrug. “I’m going in to keep an eye on the rest the swimmers. You guys won’t steal my boat, now will you?”

“We’d have to learn how to work a boat first,” Alyssa giggled. Danielle smiled through her wide sun glasses as she watched the captain jump in the water after the rest of their party.

Danielle and her wife, Alyssa, were all who remained on the medium sized pontoon boat. The couple dozen other vacationers had already dove into the clear blue and green water somewhere off the beaches of Cozumel, Mexico. This snorkeling boat ride was just a perk of the excursion they had chosen on this destination.

‘Spend a Day at a Private Beach, Open Bar, with an Optional Pontoon snorkeling trip in the early afternoon.’

Thanks, Dad! (Part four) [Mf] [Mff] [Father] [Adoptive Daughter] [Creampie] [Daughter] [Sex Lessons] [Over-stimulation] [Incest]

I opened the notebook and got engrossed in the story pretty quickly. I tried to not pay attention to the dates written beside the titles. Knowing how old my daughter was when these ideas came to mind for her did not make it easier to read.

Wrapping my head around the detailed way my daughter described my cock and how it would feel on her tongue, how much it would hurt going down her throat, was not easy. She had to have seen me at some point, but how did she commit such detail to memory? Soph wrote about sharing a bedroom with Ella and how the girls liked to talk about what sex would be like. The night I gave them the sex talk…she wrote it out much differently than it had happened:

(Sophie’s Story is from her point of view)

Dad came up behind me and Ella without either of us noticing. We’d been looking up porn of men and talking about how different the penises were from picture to picture. We both jumped when he put his hands on our shoulders and turned to look at him.

ohhh do i think about my stepmom

There I was, laying in the bath tub, wondering why my step mom was acting strange lately. the strange smiles she would give me as id walk by her, the gentle tapping on my shoulder after I gave her something, what was she trying to tell me. As I lay in the bathtub, the shower hose spraying over my naked body, I heard footsteps coming up those creaky steps of ours. The bathroom was right next to entrance of the stairs.

The footsteps drew closer as I listened to my step mom get up the stairs. Suddenly the lock on the bathroom was turning, she was trying to unlock it. I yelled and told her I’m in here and she cant come in, but too late. The door had swung open and there she stood, in her cute flowery beige dress, smiling at me with a cheeky grin. I asked her what is she doing, but she didn’t seem to care. A few seconds later, she was approaching me and next thing I know she’s stepping into the bathtub with me. I was in shock. I liked it but OMG she was on top of me, what should I do. “hunny, whats the matter? cant I sit here in the shower”.