Becoming a Sub [FM] [BDSM]

It’s hard for me to accept my newfound kink at first. I am a strong woman. I don’t need a man’s validation and I don’t tolerate any disrespect. I am a treasure and I demand to be treated as such.
Why then, do my knees go weak when I hear him call me a little cock slut? Why do I yearn to be shoved to the floor and forced to take him in my mouth as he sees fit? My body aches to feel the burn of his strikes while I lay splayed out over his knee. My neck feels incomplete without his hands, or even better, a collar. I want to be brought to the edge over and over until I’m begging for release. I want to be hurt. I want to be scared.
It takes me a while to accept this. I am a lady. I am elegant. I must maintain some dignity. Even in the bedroom. The sex I engage in is never bad. I don’t have time for bad sex. I just know, in the back of my head, I yearn for just a little more.
My orgasms come easily. I know how to bring myself there and I know just how to buck to achieve this with a partner. Maybe though, just maybe, I want someone to make me work harder for them. I have about five or six a session. I think I’d like to have him rip each one of those away from me right before they’re achieved. I think I want him to make me beg. I might even want him to make me cry with frustration. Maybe one orgasm will hold the same weight as my six when he decides when they’re allowed.
It takes about two years in total until I accept this part of me. It takes another year until I am proud of this part of me. I understand now that though I long to be degraded, it’s I who allow this to happen. I have placed myself under his heel. He will never hurt me more than I want to be hurt. When the game is too much, I have the magic word to make it stop. The real truth is, that though I want him to brand me and make me his, he does this because he’s so wholly devoted to me. He is my dom just as much as I am his sub.
This is not a hierarchy. These are two roles that require the other to balance. This is a dance that I choose to be a part of.

Val in the VIP room [OC][bdsm][NonCon][prostitution][MMf]

Both men were eager to go into the back with Val. The night had been slow until they’d arrived. She’d been worried it wouldn’t be worth her time and would end up working another double. When these guys showed up she knew they’d be good for money. From the moment they came in the door they had eyes only for her. They made it rain when she danced on stage. Each had got their own lap dance and now she was about to get double the usual money for a VIP room. She’d never managed to get two guys to go at the same time. Couples had gone a few times but usually they were either plastered drunk or one of them was noticeably more into it than the other. When she would ask pairs or groups of friends into the back they would get sheepish or balk at the cost. 

Not these two though. They looked college age which would make them slightly younger than her. She didn’t ask how they got their money. People who came to the strip club only wanted to talk about their work if they could brag about it. If that were the case they’d bring it up.

This Arab [F] relishing restraints

The word BDSM had been something whispered about in university like some sort of dark underworld that only people in the know would have any knowledge about. I had a feeling it would be considered something highly unethical just from the level of secrecy about it as well as knowing it vaguely had something to do with sex. Basically, I was told women don’t have desires and those ‘’messed up women’’ who want it are abnormal and fall into the category of whores/prostitutes.

Trying to not compromise on the values in which I was raised, the internet became my source. My self-discovery story begins after discovering the NSFW side of Reddit and the people there. A few months after lurking, I finally landed myself a Daddy in the loosest sense of the idea.

After building rapport, we spoke over the phone for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect but it was very exploratory. The moment our call connected I felt a buzz across my skin as I heard his deep, rough, Spanish voice meet my ears. He instructed me to slowly remove my top and my trousers. Once uncovered, he asked me to trace my fingers over my bare chest and then to feel my breasts. This was something I had never done before. I held them in my hands, kneaded them lightly before he directed me to my nipples.

She’s a good girl. [DDLG] [CNC] [BDSM] [ANAL]

I awoke to my alarm, like every other morning, and reached over to turn it off. Turning back over, I realized she wasn’t in bed with me, and shortly after heard noise from the kitchen. I got up and went in to find her sitting on the counter sipping apple juice from a cup and picking at a blueberry bagel on a small plate on the counter.

“Good morning little one.” I said before kissing her forehead softly and then moving to the cupboard to grab a glass.

She didn’t react.

“You’re up early.” I said, filling the glass with water and taking a drink. She still didn’t react, and was now sitting with her head down and her long hair hanging over her face. I set down the glass and walked in front of her. I lifted her chin with one finger and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Why are you ignoring me, princess?” I said with a straight face while returning her gaze.

“I’m not, Daddy.” She half-mumbled with a pitiful voice that was almost a whine.

Found you – CNC

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I could tell from how she writes and what she says that she would be the perfect rape victim. She was slutty and disgusting. She was insecure and ready to be used like a whore. It was a chance but I doubted she would call the police or even tell anyone. Her stories were enough to make it look like she wanted it anyway so saying something would just make her look dumb. Once I was intrigued, all I needed to do was find her. I thought it would be harder than it was. I finally found her after a few months, she had a personal tiktok and Instagram, so once I found those it was all uphill. I was surprised she wasn’t severely unattractive.

When I was at university, I signed a no limits free-use contract with a guy I barely knew… [FM]

I was halfway through my freshman year when I heard about him.

His name was Jack, and he was the sort of guy you’re always told to keep away from as a fresher. Big. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. His dad was some sort of high-flying banker, and he never seemed to suffer any consequences from his actions. There were rumors that he’d raped girls. I heard he’d had a girlfriend in his second year who kept showing up with bruises – the sort she hadn’t consented to. I was warned to stay away from his frat house – especially when they were having a party.

He was dangerous. Scary. And I wanted him.

By that point, I’d had an idea knocking around for a while. The notion of a free use contract. The sort that would give up my rights for 24 hours, and make it clear a guy could do whatever he wanted to me. And once I’d heard about Jack I couldn’t get it out of my head.

When I was young, I had always been fascinated by the idea of giving up my rights. I’d heard about the saner sorts of BDSM – with safewords and negotiation, the kind where you submit to someone you trust. But I wanted something more intense than that.

[M4F] BDSM Levels

Here’s how this’d work. I have 10 levels of bdsm acts which I put you through progressively. When you sing up for this, automatically you’ll be expressing consent for the first level. After you have done the first level, you have gained the right to either 1-enter the second level or 2-leave with your prize, which is the level you earned; 3- another option is to hear the challenge but leave. The first and second options are honorable ways to play this game! The 3rd option is sort of cheap, but of course you could do this as well.

My challenge would be to master determining these steps in a way that the level of difficulty, matches you.

There’s more to this game, I reserve giving out more exciting info about the game after completing the first level.

I prefer DM better than the chat option, as it helps me do a better job.

Here’s how the first level works. To pass it 20 points is needed, you’d send me things that you feel I may find erotic, and I’ll rate them b/w -10 to +10. Do send me a message before getting started, and if we both like to play the game, I’ll give you an idea where to get started.

Protégés and Guardians – Prologue Part 1 – Mirror and Reflections [BDSM, Mf, Maledom, Excess of Women, Plot Heavy, Dubcon]

Luisa considered herself a mundane girl. She had grown up in an ordinary family which was well-functioning, at least as much as a girl of 18 years could consider any family in that way. Now that she was permitted to senior high, she moved permanently to the recently inaugurated dormitory of the Simone-de-Beauvoir School. The college was definitely not normal, but what is normal nowadays? No one seemed to care much about her academic track records, everything was about manners and compliance, healthiness and appearances, competition and assessment. She saw through the charade of subordinating everything to healthiness; all they cared about was beauty.

Judging from the outfit they had sent to her, this year the girls would become increasingly objectified. Luckily she was brave enough to oppose the one she received, as it was undersized around her buttocks. Was her objection successful because she could justify her arguments on the pro-code? Or was she just privileged due to her background and the flawlessness of her performances? Anyways, the new dress was now sitting in the box, unopened beside the mirror.

Caffeinated [MF] [Sybian] [Torture] [BDSM][Non Con]

Please enjoy this absolute clusterfucktastrophe that highkey is making me regret ever learning the English language.

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Muriel D’hiver was an interesting student at her university. She carried herself with a fearsome grace, often taking drinking bets of Monster Energy. If her challenger won, they were given an opportunity to use her body for one full day. No one had ever won a bet against her. She had gone through several leather jackets, pairs of moto gloves, and many different hairstyles – yet the one thing that never changed was her inability to lose a bet.

That all changed when a transfer student named Elliott Ciotto arrived. He was an avid Monster drinker too. He took Muriel up on her bet. They tied drinking times for three whole cans. Muriel declared a brief parlay, to which Elliott offered a new term – if he could defeat her record, he would be granted two weeks with her instead of one day. She agreed, mind blurred by her dangerously caffeinated state. And, for the first time in history, she lost the bet.

Poem about CNC from my POV

Maybe I’m bored or maybe I’m dense,
Far too often do I crave the intense.
I don’t want the option,
I don’t want the choice.
I want to be forced,
And stripped of my voice.

Far less about the physical,
Dig into my mind.
Make me question my reality,
Make safety hard to find.
Manipulate me, confuse me,
Make me feel at fault.
Breaking down the mind,
Gets you a key to the vault.

You like the fight,
I like the abuse
It’s more fun,
When I’m used.
My words say no,
My body says yes
As you force your hand,
Under my dress.
I beg you to stop, I plead and I cry,
But touch myself when you say good bye.

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