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A Right To Rule: Chapter Two [fm] [slavery] [inspection]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/85pvxa/a_right_to_rule_chapter_one_fm_slavery/)

“Evelyn, meet Jack.”

As June introduced them, Jack went into a deep, yet stiff bow to Evie.

“An honor to meet you, my lady,” he said in a monotone voice.

“Uh, same,” said Evie, seeming unconvinced of herself.

June let out a sigh of exasperation.

“You two are a match made in heaven, I tell you. Now, Evelyn, darling, you know what the first step of forming your dynamic is, but before that, I have some logistics to go over with you both.”

Evie blushed a bit. She did know what the first step was.

“Jack did not grow up in Lythe, so you may find him a little more rowdy than a well-bred Lythian male, but I believe you will be up to the challenge,” said Evie’s mother. “The stables that he comes from seem to have done a decent job of taming him, but there still may be work to do.” Read more »

Satisfaction [F] [Fsub] [bd] [exh] [anal]

She had never done anything like this before, and she was so nervous she was shaking. When her husband had suggested it, she was shocked at first. Eventually, after what seemed like hours of debating and negotiating she had finally agreed to give it a try. He had picked up the phone and made the reservations. When the date had finally arrived, the ride there went back and forth between awkward silence and his repeated questions asking if she was okay and still going to do it. Of course, she had assured him she was fine even if she wasn’t sure she was.

 

They had pulled into the club around six o’clock, just as the sun was starting to set. It was a large building and completely unmarked. From the outside you wouldn’t have any idea what went on there. She held her husband’s hand as they walked inside. She stood quietly near the door while her husband talked to the woman at the front desk. The woman was young and wore a skimpy black dress. It made her uncomfortably aware of her own conservative and somewhat shapeless dress. She shifted her weight from side to side restlessly. Her husband and the young woman finished talking and she realized she hadn’t caught a word of the discussion. Read more »

[MF] Anal only with my pregnant wife

Thought I’d follow up on my first post involving me fucking my pregnant wife in the ass for the first time.

So since then it appears we are in an almost anal only relationship which was unexpected but I’m not complaining. It has become routine for me to give her an oily full body massage that ends in anal sex.

But I’ve come across one of those ‘first world problems’ that isn’t really a problem. Turns out my wife really likes my cock in her ass, to the point that she cums very quickly when I’m in there. Which is great except that after she cums she tenses up and stays all tensed up for ages making anal starts to hurt, meaning I don’t get to finish, well I do but usually with a handjob.

As I said it’s a silly problem ‘oh no my wife likes anal too much, oh woe is me!’

One of the times we didn’t even get to the sex before she came from a toy in her ass and a touch of her clit. That was the one time we had regular sex but not before attempting anal for a bit and deciding I could not even get in. Read more »

[MF] Girl takes it in the ass no lube, one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen [anal]

So like the title says, I had a girl I was seeing who took it in the ass, no lube. Probably one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen.

It was a girl I went to high school with, she was one of the weird Drama club/hacky sack kids. I wasn’t necessarily popular but most people knew who I was and didn’t mess with me. She was a white girl with brunette hair, she was in pretty good shape. She did yoga, she didn’t have big boobs but she had a pretty big butt for a white girl. We had taken PE freshman year together and I use to always stare at her ass during stretches cause she was one of the people picked to lead in the front and she had a nice ass haha. Also we made out a couple times during senior year but didn’t really go anywhere.

Anyway we stayed in contact after high school and during college we started sending nudes, one time I came back to town. Her dad was out of town on business and her parents were divorced so I stayed the night. Read more »

[mf] [ff] Ultra: Breaking Point. Chapter 3: Giving in.

Howdy ya’ll. I’ve written a 20,000 word erotica novel inspired by obsession with Japanese hentai doujinshi, in particular, heroine-centric fare. I’m sharing with you a part of this CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE novel in hopes of generating interest and, frankly, I don’t know what else to do with it!

In *Ultra: Breaking Point*, Ultra is a powerful heroine living in the city of Comptown. She has been tasked by higher powers in protecting the city from all that would do it harm. Her strength is that of ten men, but even before acquiring her powers, she was fit, strong and a force to be reckoned with. Standing at 6’1 and 180 pounds of sleek, trim muscle, Anna Blane is a 22 year old college senior with a part time job. When she’s not in the gym, she’s on the streets fighting crime.

In her Ultra form, she’s covered head to toe in armor. Dark black and gray, with hints of deep purple; she’s an impenetrable force to be reckoned with, her pony tail hanging out of the back the only inclination of her gender. Read more »

Downtown debauchery: Anal in the alleyway [MF]

Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached. Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem. Read more »

Downtown debauchery: Anal in the alleyway

Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend’s promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up talking to two of the women who were clearly there after the event next door, without dates. Both in their mid-40’s, corporate V.P.’s or such. I tend to roll my eyes at the “resume and credentials” chit chat that usually happens in these crowds, but this was nothing of the sort, but rather it was flirty and aggressive by the ladies from the start. Jill is the one next to me, clearly on purpose based on how they slowly eyed us over and then approached. Tall, in shape, toned but not super skinny. Long jet black hair, tight and short red dress, studded Louboutins, oozing sexuality, already very drunk. After some banter among us 4, she’s touching me up and down my chest and legs under the bar, and daring me to do some shots, with all sorts of dirty wagers offered in a not so quiet whisper in my ear. I warn her that I’ve never lost a challenge like that, and she’s bound to regret it. After 4 tequilas and a Jameson chaser, she happily admits defeat, barely coherent, hands on my crotch above my pants, digging under my belt for more, mumbling in between drunken laughter that she wishes she could have me right there. I offer the bathroom, and we head that way. Small bar, long line. Major problem. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][Fsub][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »