All the Power: The Complete Series [M, lots of Fs] [Mdom] [fantasy]

What follows is links to each installment in my series “All the Power,” which brief descriptions, organized in the manner in which I have envisioned them. I’ve posted some of them here previously, and some elsewhere. The parts were a bit disjointed due to Reddit’s posting limitations. I thought it might be nice to present them in a unified way.

The story is – let’s be honest – an entirely outlandish alpha-male-harem fantasy set in a fantasy world. But I’ve *tried* to make it distinct. In sum: I’ve tried to create a scenario in which an actual *human person* might have God-like power, limitless sexual appetites and limitless sexual opportunities. This obviously involved creating a fantasy setting and just making a lot of shit up.

The world in which the stories are set is pre-modern, but differs from – and is more advanced than – actual pre-modernity in many respects. I’ve included a dollop of historical context in the background posts but there’s way more; I could probably write an essay on the history of this world.

Captured, Interrogated, Excited [FF, BDSM, Sadism]

>Wrote this for the SO using her favorite Overwatch character. It’s not exactly a masterpiece but I thought it might be enjoyed by someone so here it is. Enjoy. Names were changed, obviously. And apologies for the formatting, it was a nightmare to get it to this point let alone try to make it pristine.

The breeze was a minor factor, a slight annoyance as she looked down the scope of the high powered rifle. It meant minor adjustments, slight calculations that were made in the back of the mind, things that she didn’t even consciously consider anymore. It wasn’t necessary to. The breeze caught at the fringes of her black hair and shook it this way and that, making the tight ponytail of lengthy hair like a flicking tail, a pendulum marking the moments left.

She paused for a moment and lowered the rifle, the scope receding, the rifle collapsing into its more compact form as she relaxed for a moment. A hand rose to her ear, pressing at the comlink within her helmet. “Widowmaker, au rapport,” she said, her voice a firm but quiet sound, a tone that gave information and expected nothing but what she needed in return.

Basement lessons (MF BDSM)

Drip. She hears it again. Drip. She opens her eyes, her life heavy from sleep. She’s been down here for what feels like days, but she’s unsure of what it really is. She tries to rub her face, but can’t move. That’s right, he left her locked up. She’s been naughty and he won’t let her out until she’s been punished. He left her with just enough room to move her body around and that’s about it.

After what feels like eternity, she hears a bang as the door closes upstairs. She shakes a little. She can feel her heart race and she hears his footsteps caressing the floorboards above. She can actually feel herself getting wet as the steps get closer and closer. Her mouth moves slowly over the gag, making her breathe out of her nose even more deeply. Her hands itch behind her back as she waits eagerly for him to untie her binds. She hangs in the swing and her mind races as she wonders what he’ll do this time. The last time she was naughty she couldn’t sit down for a week after her punishment.

All the Power, part 9.2 [MFFFFFFFFFFFF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral] [anal] [bdsm] [fantasy]

*Continued from part 9.1…*

Compared to the intense, noisy, scene moments before, things suddenly got quiet. Laetitia gagged periodically, the only sound in the room. His Supremacy relaxed His muscles again. For around twenty minutes, silence prevailed as two more Queen Priestesses pleasured His Supremacy.

Then, with violent abruptness, He pulled Laetitia’s head off His cock. He pushed Kelye down onto with the other hand, and moaned in pleasure.

His Supremacy looked down at Laetitia. “You have been pleasuring me,” He said softly. “You have been worshipping me…yet you did not properly beg for it.”

Laetitia looked at Him silently. She began to speak, but He slapped her across the face – startling, because He looked so calm. He placed His hand on Kelye’s head and casually gave her mouth a few thrusts.

“I reclaim five million gold tracens from you, Laetitia,” He said. “And you must spend tomorrow working among the Blessed Servants.”

“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Laetitia said, humbly.

He pulled Kelye off His cock and pushed Laetitia back down onto it. He looked at Kelye. “You, too, worshipped me without properly begging for it,” He said. He slapped Kelye across the face.

All the Power, part 9.1 [MFFFFFFFFFFFF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral] [anal] [bdsm] [fantasy]

*Part 9 is mostly just a massive orgy…this is the the start of it. Tags apply to both. Link to 9.2 will be posted in the comments. As usual, feedback encouraged.*

*I forgot to add the Str8 tag, but…probably goes without saying.*

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“FUCK YOUR SUPREMACY AHHHHH, FUCK FUCK AHHHH,” the concubine Gabriela cried out. “OH YOU’RE GOD YOU’RE GOD YOU’RE GOD ITS IT FEELS AHHHH…” His Supremacy grabbed her waist and her tits, pushing her back against the table.

Tetenia was bowing down just outside the room where His Supremacy was fucking Gabriela on a dining table. The concubine Mia bowed down beside her, as did Daymon, Henneler, eight other term servants and ten guardians. They were lined up on either side of the open doorway, just outside the room, creating a path in the middle on which He could walk. If He ever stopped fucking Gabriela, that is.

“OHOHOH YOUR SUPREMACY I’M NOT WORTHY…FUCK ME FUCK ME I’M NOT WORTHY OF BEING FUCKED BY YOU,” Gabriela shouted, loud enough to ring in Tetenia’s ears from fifteen feet away. His Supremacy was standing at the edge of the table, fucking Gabriela as she lay on her back. He pulled His cock out of her pussy almost to the tip, then thrust back in. “OHOHOHOHOH,” Gabriela moaned, or shouted, or moanshouted, sounding like she was about to lose all sanity.

[MFM] (23F) My new kinkfriend (26M) is officially locked in chastity now, and I am his keyholder!

My FWB recently revealed to me that his roomate loves to listen to us fuck…then things got REALLY interesting!

About a week ago, I posted on /r/sex, as well as one update. Here they are if anyone wants to read them:
[1st Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/sex/comments/6lrgml/23f_i_got_asked_by_my_fwbs_roommate_26mif_i_would/)
[2nd Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/sex/comments/6mbo2o/update_23f_i_got_asked_by_my_fwbs_roommate_26mif/)

Short version for those 2 posts:
My well-hung-and-knows-how-to-use-it FWB has a chubby, nerdy, but as it turns out kinky roomate that has been listening, and jerking off, to us fucking. We’d slowly become friends before I found out. Once he realized I know he’s a perv and am totally cool with it, he worked up the courage to ask me if I’d be the “keyholder” for his chastity fetish. My first post was reddit helping me weigh the pros/cons. My second post, I let him know YES, I am in! And then reddit gave me more ideas/suggestions to proceed. And to figure out where I should be posting future updates… which is how I ended up HERE! ;-)

For anyone catching up or joining in fresh, this will include the sexy hung roomate I refer to as my “FWB”, and the chubby pervy micropenis roomate will continue to be referred as “Nerdvert”. I am the sexy young woman jumping head first down the rabbit hole of kinky sex and chastity fetish.

A Cumming Together – Chapter One [MF] [partial-BDSM]

6.00 AM

I can still taste her lipstick, smudged over my thumb sweet, acid, rancid taste floating inside the cab. It’s early by the looks of things, streets not busy, people shuffling and that tinge of twilight. On the way to the office got to stop by the apartment get redressed, this shirt covered in stains glittering with a battered shade of scarlet and brown. Sleeve torn, button MIA. The cab jerks to the corner, I move for the door gesturing a stuttered form of thank you, gracefully crossing the polyculturlistic gap of endearment. On to the curb, reaching back for the briefcase and with a quick tug I am outside and into the cold. I am waiting for the bourbon, lack of sleep, and those insolent lines of coke to fade. Where is the hollowness? I keep waiting … the elevator door opens and I begin to soar to the 14th floor in one of those lifts with the regional voices. I think she is Scottish, though maybe I am detecting a northern twang. It’s sexy with that authoritarian swagger, can’t say I like that, but, a few ideas trickle into my head of a plan to silence her.

My coworker spanks me [FM]

Start off by prefacing this with the fact that it is a long story and may take some time to work up to sexual bits. The man in question is definitely more than just a “coworker” at this point and has been for a long time. Before we ever started anything sexual, we would talk for hours on end in his office and I could tell that I was really attracted to his personality and we had great chemistry but I could not get past the fact that I am just not attracted to him physically. Plus, I am in a relationship anyway and I hadn’t been looking for anything sexually outside of my relationship since the one instance of infidelity that I have ever had, that happened about 8 months ago. I am in a loving relationship with my fiance and we have been together 10 year if you add it all up (we broke up for a year and a half in college to find ourselves but anyway I will try to stop disgressing). My coworker, let’s call him Ben, is not a bad looking dude overall but I am super shallow about those things unfortunately. He is pretty short, about 5’6″, and historically I have been into taller guys. He also is really thin lipped and big lips are another thing that has been a huge turn on for me in men (cause I love the oral). Anyway, he isn’t my cup of tea physically. But we have this great connection. And chemistry way outweighs those things for me. He also has this kind of intense look in his eyes that is intimidating and sexy to me. So when we started kind of flirting over text one night when I was out of town, it took me by surprise and was extremely exciting. I had told him before that I share pictures of myself on the internet (I share on Reddit but just to give you an idea I am blonde, 5’4″, 140 pounds and curvy) and we had definitely crossed professional boundaries in our conversations but we had not talked about him finding me attractive, etc. We were kind of talking about picture exchanges in the hypothetical and it was past 1 am at this point and we were still texting. He sent me a picture of a cute girl with a cat and said something about “I just want girls to send me pictures like this”, and I had a cute photo of myself saved on my phone where I am cuddling with my cat topless and I sent it to him. My heart was beating so fast to think of him seeing it. The conversation progressed really fast after that and I told him about how when I knew I would be seeing him at work I would dress sexy to tease him, and a bunch of other stuff, like staring at his bulge during meetings (he is the only guy in our workplace). He told me that he had never had sexual thoughts about me really besides the most recent time we went to a conference together he said that in the middle of a training one day he got this image of bending me over his lap and spanking me and that it really turned him on. Now when I say I wasn’t looking for anything outside me relationship, that is 100% true. I had been being a good girl since making my mistakes. But, I have been reading BDSM erotica online for about 4 years and begging my finace to try some things with me and he continues to this day to insist that he is not into it, that he is scared to hurt me, can’t get aroused doing it, doesn’t EVER want to be hurt himself, is claustrophobic, etc. He told me that if that was something I needed to do in my lifetime, that I would have to “do what I needed to do” elsewhere. So I told Ben that and let him know that I wasn’t looking for sex but I was really intrigued by his spanking fantasy because that was one of the one things that I really, really wanted to try. We planned to meet the very next day in our office when I was on my way back into town. We met there and it was a little weird at first but he handled it like a pro. He swears he hadn’t done it before but it seemed so natural. He told me to go into this other room and take my pants down and bend over the desk. I felt so embarrassed going in there but I was like “fuck it I have came this far”, so I did, and he came in a few seconds later and I was so worried he would just stand there staring at me but he immediately came over and started rubbing his hands all over my ass and breathing heavy and it was so erotic, it makes me wet to write this. He gently pulled down my underwear and continued gripping, massaging, and stroking my skin. He then asked if I was ready and I said yes and he started off, slowly at first. He slapped me hard! He started going harder and faster and I could feel my skin getting incredibly warm and tingly. I got the urge to reach out and feel his cock in his pants and it was so hard, the hardest I have ever felt anyone and it was so arousing. We kind of stopped naturally as I was getting kind of purple almost and I was afraid to bruise (which I did a bit and I had to hide my ass for like four days). Then we went out to lunch and had a beer. Things got more intense as time went on and we have tried other things including handcuffs and melted wax and flogs, but we have only had sex a few times. When we do I always feel really terrible after and then we don’t talk for maybe a month. If it were up to me we would have a strictly bondage relationship with no sex, no kissing, nothing like that, but he is way more into me than I am into him I think. I am a bad girl. Yesterday after we had a little play session, he took me out to dinner and I was wearing a skirt and there was a man I found very attractive eating alone a table away from us and I got up and bused our table and when I stood up I purposely kind of opened my legs in a not very modest manner and then I didn’t bother to pull down my skirt at all so that when I passed back by him going the other way it barely covered my ass, which is pretty big and juicy. I don’t know what to do with myself, I think I just need to cut off all contact with any other men and just masturbate it off. What do you all think?

A husband understanding, a wife’s uncontrollable lust [MMF][group][bdsm]

(Short start was generally made for a rp but will write it out if there are any fans)

It all started a couple weeks ago when you were having your normal girls night. I came home a bit early and didn’t want to disturb you so mostly stayed downstairs tinkering with my hobbies like I normally do. I came upstairs to see if I could make you and your friends a treat when I heard something that shocked me. At first, I couldn’t believe it came from your mouth, such a thought, such words coming from you of all people. I stood there stunned, unable to truly process it, I quickly left and went downstairs sitting there stunned for a few hours letting my brain work it out. My brain started to notice things, things it wasn’t before. I was beginning to see the big picture now seeing the smaller details I was obvious too. For example during our time together in bed, that look on your face when you took my load inside you, earned it inside you. It wasn’t your usual face of delight and pride, knowing you earned it like you love doing. It was another face, a face I almost would have overlooked and thought to be something else if I hadn’t heard what you said. It screamed out to me saying “Is that it, I need more!” You didn’t say anything though, you rolled over happily stretching your legs like you always do and opening wide letting me inspect.

She shouldn’t have made me wait so long (1 of 3) [Mf] [Mdom] [fsub] [bdsm]

I was already clenching my jaw. I was damned near growling, actually.

I would control myself — for now — but she really shouldn’t have made me wait this long.

I focused on what still needed to happen first.

I had invited her to this lunch. I was therefore hosting, technically, so I arrived at the restaurant early. I chose a table outside, under an umbrella, to showcase our Miami winter for my tourist friend. It was probably a bit silly. I knew Morocco didn’t lack for sunshine, breezes, and beaches. Still, I wanted to set the stage correctly, and this was right.

I sat down as the waiter set menus on the table, poured water, and started rambling. I smiled and nodded… but I wasn’t listening. Keeping my composure was going to be more difficult than I had expected. My guest certainly wouldn’t notice; I was as experienced at these types of meetings as she was inexperienced. But still… the wait. I wanted her, and it was affecting me.