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Owned – Chapter Two – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Alcohol, FFM, BDSM, Long

Chapter 2 – *Against Medical Advice*

I’ll be the first to admit that I have issues. You would too if you grew up like I did. My parents didn’t hit me more than was normal or anything like that, they just let things happen to me that shouldn’t have. Let’s just say that if your kid ends up in a juvenile mental hospital that is actually a work camp run by pedophiles, then you aren’t doing it right.

Am I angry about it? I guess. I’m probably what you would call a volatile personality. But hey, I have fun when I can.

My dad died while I was away at the juvie/bunny ranch, so I never got to thank him personally for having me kidnapped, jailed, worked like a dog, and abused by the staff. It wasn’t even court ordered. He was just sick of my attitude.

To be fair, I was more than handful as a kid, so maybe I deserved something, but no kid deserves to spend his teen years like I did. Imagine your parents just declaring to the world that their child don’t belong in it. Let me tell you, it leaves a mark. Read more »

Owned – Chapter One – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drug Use, FFM, BDSM, Long

No one was harmed in the construction of this fantasy.

Chapter 1 – *No Pun Intended*

I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I like to think that I’m honest with myself. And according to this book I read on not being a victim, that’s one of the hardest things to do. But for the life of me I can’t figure out why my life is like this, now. Like, do people get what they deserve or is it all just random?

I’m not what you would call religious. Not anymore. I lost my faith when my son began using me for sex. Truth be told, I had always had doubts, but something about being your own son’s sex slave makes it pretty obvious that nobody is looking out for you no matter how good you were for all your damn life.

I think on some level I had always known the church was hogwash, but I believed in God. I guess my being so devoted to the church was my way of showing Him that I was good. And in return He blessed me with a demon child who was never happy and grew up a bully. Read more »

Her After Work Request [MFM]

It wasn’t the first time you mentioned it.

“You know what I think about sometimes that would be really hot?”

“What’s that?”, I reply, knowing you’ve had plenty of shots while you’ve been working tonight.

“I wanna watch another guy suck your cock.”

I was a little taken back. Normally, these texts were a little more on the BDSM side. Choking, spanking, handcuffs. All the stuff we already did in our regular sex life.

“I dunno. I’ve never even thought about something like that. I’m not into guys at all.”

“Oh please baby!”, she pouts, “Sometimes I have fun like that too. I think you should too.”

I flashback to all the times she’s mentioned her curious nature. Parties where she’s had a few too many drinks and she’s made out with a girl she’s been talking to all night. Sometimes they kiss and their tongues touch. Other times she’s had a lot to drink and their hands end up down the front of each other’s pants. She’s never told me more than that though. I know for her; sexuality is a bit more fluid. Read more »

Report from a journalist in a bdsm society about their religion.

This is a part of a larger “travel report style” work I’m making. The premise is that this journalist is traveling around this island nation that is based entirely on the dynamics between Master and Slave. Think of the Erensich-verse but completely ethical and not bound by gender. I’m aiming to create a rich world that makes logical sense but houses all my kinks. I’m also using that to make a backdrop for a slow burn romance between my two characters introduced here. The way this series will work is just the main journalist character reporting his experiences as he travels this country and meets different people. No kink is off limits save for illegal/dangerous ones (pedo, mutiliation, etc)

So I’m really looking for feedback and questions here. What excites you about this world? What questions do you want answered, where should this journalist go next? [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/NSFWworldbuilding/comments/r2nu4w/creating_a_travelers_guide_for_a_bdsm_utopia_i/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) is a link to another post I made where I answered some cultural questions about this society but I really want to answer more. It helps me immensely if you leave a comment or a question. Read more »

Extending her duties as an office secretary (M/F) (bdsm) (reluctance)

It’s the end of the day, 5:03pm on the clock, and I’m gathering my things to get ready to leave. Today has been hectic. So many clients and meetings all throughout the day. Apart from my half hour lunch break, I have been moving around the office carrying files and serving food and making coffee and doing all sorts of little tasks that are constantly demanded by impatient colleagues. I didn’t expect an office job to be so labour intensive and draining. Maybe I should’ve thought more carefully before deciding to drop out of university three months ago, at just 18 years old, to pursue an entry level job with no real qualifications, and no requirements apart from looking pretty and doing what I’m told.

My feet are aching from the high heels that I’m made to wear as part of the dress code. The tight black dress with a restrictive skirt is so impractical but rules are rules. My hair has to be perfect, my makeup immaculate and my attire always neat and tidy. It bothers me so much seeing that none of my male coworkers have to adhere to such strict rules but I’m not in a position to complain. I’m grateful to even have a job at all, to be completely honest. Having crippling debt on top of wasted student loans with a horrific credit score meant that I would become homeless if I lost this job. It’s really scary to think about so I just try to focus on doing my job as well as I can. Read more »

Rape Therapy Part III [M/F][anal][non-con/dub-con][BDSM][humiliation]

Merry Christmas!!

**Description:** Dean doesn’t want a therapist anymore. He wants a pet.

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**Rape Therapy Part III**

To Kate’s dismay, Dean attended every session of his court-mandated counselling. Each session was the same. She would try to keep it professional, despite knowing it would end up being anything but professional. They would discuss his anger, his masked emotions, his life; he would humour her for the first ten minutes or so, but like clockwork, every time he eventually stripped her down and used her body as he pleased.

His last session was two months ago. She was convinced that something would happen. Stalking, or late-night visits, but…it’d been two months of peace and quiet. No stalking, no assault, no ached muscles or sore body, no overwhelming adrenaline rushes. It was really over.

Well, she was wrong again.

***Now***

Kate let out a startled cry when she opened the door and found Dean looming over her at the doorstep. Surprise crossed Dean’s face too. He was not expecting her to open the door just as he was about to break and enter.

“Dean? What are you doing here?” Read more »

[MF][Soft D/s] Remember You are Beautiful (Mirror Play/Pussy Worship/Glove Play/ Spit roasting /Anal)

Disclaimer: all characters are at least 21 years old

My boyfriend and I recently started exploring BDSM, we agreed to take it slow, and so far he has been nothing but gentle. Really, I couldn’t ask for a more perfect person to fully entrust my wellbeing to. Tonight I find myself lying naked on his bed with his hands all over me. Soft kisses on my neck and navel, teasing licks trailing along my hip bones.

Despite the nice sensations I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to a dark insecure place. I’m bloated from the large dinner we just shared, and surely he won’t find my curved stomach attractive. There are stretch marks on my butt and thighs, and I haven’t shaved my pussy in days.

He started pulling my legs apart and placed his head right on top of my pussy. As he enveloped my clit in his warm and wet tongue, I yelped, overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Baby, do you mind trying that another day?” I said tensing up and closing my legs, leaning up from my position to meet his warm hazel eyes. Read more »

plaything

With our first round of drinks nearly finished I enacted a little trick I borrowed from a couple of sources. I told her I was going to powder my nose and would be gone a few minutes. If, for whatever reason, she did not want to go any further she was simply to leave the pub with the assurance I would not pursue her in any way.

She was still there when I returned. I had pulled it off that far – managing to mask my nervousness and lack of experience well enough for her to want to play. In as matter of fact a manner as I was capable of, I offered to play out a scene at my place based on the parameters we had discussed and explicitly consented to. Overcoming my surprise at how readily she accepted, I explained that she was to follow me back to my flat. If at any point she changed her mind she was simply to drive away, again with my assurance that I would not pursue her any further. I also made it clear that once inside my flat, we would be in our Dominant and submissive roles, she would be punished and I would use her as I wished – within the consensual parameters we had agreed. For her own peace of mind, she would not be tied up and her punishment would be relatively light. Future play sessions, if they happened, would be significantly more intense. I would have no qualms about pushing limits. Her final instructions were to park outside my flat, wait a few minutes and come inside. The living room door would be directly in front of her. She was to knock and wait. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 255 Sybian Thrust Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Okay now why am I here” the same question Clarissa ask herself every time. Looking down at the half drum shape that much like its neighbors just sat there. “No cock no fun” she giggled. Bending and stretching before straddling the half drum. “Still don’t know why (Clarissa’s knees touch the ground) these things are good for.. why not just call it..” Clarissa began as the rest of the spots filled instantly.
“Good morning ladies” the instructor Jazz boomed. “Are you ready for the Sybian Thrust!!” Jazz had practically yelled. “There is already one who has got her motor running, let’s go down” the straddling of her Sybian made Clarissa look like a newbie.
“Everybody ready” once again Jazz yelled as thirty Sybians flared to life. “Tighten up your legs! One, two, three..”
“Ohmifuck, this is a easy class” as Clarissa started to flex her legs. “Still this feels sOoo..” looking around to find out if anybody heard her preemptive orgasm.
“Thrust, thrust, thrust” interrupted Clarissa’s thoughts butt that what she was down on the Pink Sands for, morning exercise.
“Can you feel it! One more thrust! Now squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!” Jazz instructed even though a number of the class was clearly going into various stages of there own orgasm.
“Let’s go Clarissa just you and me” blinking back any thoughts of a orgasm. Staring at the instructor with disbelief just as the motion changed. “Ok now thrust.. th..rust Ooooh..” grating her clit on the vibrating pad that lay just under her cunt. “No.. no, I just have to..” the feeling of her triple S’s combined with the intense grinding vibrations. Planting her hands in Sand, nips now getting buzzed by the oversized Sybian. “I.. I Ooooh Ohmifuck I’m cum.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” grinding her clit hard on the pad.
“Stage two, let’s go ladies!” Jazz must have done something cause the vibration changed. Now going from on all the time to a pulsating weak to intense.
Clutching handfuls of the precious Pink Sands that lined the workout area, staring what Clarissa thought was at the instructor Jazz. “Please.. Ooo ..ease can I.. OooOoooOoooo” her nipples where harder then ever before. Even the pattern has changed again..
“Thrust, thrust, now change! Squeeze, squeeze..” Jazz ran a hard course butt the good thing was..
“Wait, where has Jazz gone?” Changing the squeezing back to thrusts, Clarissa’s body still in the Pink Sand clutching position. “Ok, ok now tOoo..” something went very, very sideways for Clarissa. “Ooooh no, yes lick.. yesss yesssssssss” her legs clamping down on the Sybian, hands now perched on the edge of the half drum. Back arching in, tits smashed together, eyes slammed shut.
“Thrust, thrust, so I can drill your tasty little hole” Jazz had takin a special interest in the final hard core Sybian student. Gripping Clarissa’s hair, pulling back on her head. “Yes, keep it up! Squeeze, thrust, squeeze your getting it, your..” Jazz’s voice was muted as the biggest workout orgasm hit Clarissa.
“OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss” trying to reclaim some of the air that was squeezed from her lungs. Taking several short breaths as the orgasm centered around her darkest desire. Feeling her ass cheeks being pushed apart as the wetness of Jazz’s tongue lapped at the surface. “Got tOoo Ooo fuckkk to thrust, thrust..” Clarissa’s eyes where never opening as the final orgasm rocked through her body.
“Fu.. f..k Mmm Mmmm ..uck Mmmmmmmmm” finding that the loss of the edge didn’t mean wrong as Jazz’s tongue was thrust in deeper. “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss fuckkking lick my.. my OooOoooOoooo..” squirting at full force even though her clit was mashed down.
“Feel better” Jazz asked sitting on the edge of her own Sybian. “Now that you’re back to the land of the living you can carry that Sybian back to the sex dungeon” jazz was having a hard time keeping a straight face as this play on words clearly have Clarissa more to fantasize about. “And maybe take a shower before heading to your first class.”
Looking down at the sweat and cum that dripped from her tits to her legs. “Mmm (with the Ewe expression on her lips), yes ma’am just lead me on..” Clarissa said still having fantasies of Jazz eating her bum, “..so we can shower together.”