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Tiffany’s Humiliation: Part 2 [FFM] (light BDSM, Humiliation, Cuckqueen, Non-Con)

Hey guys, I wasn’t expecting so much responses to my story. I try to write these when I’m horny so sorry for the delay. (Again, I’m new to story writing so sorry for any hiccups!)

Part 2:

Tiffany hurriedly put on her clothes and left the party; a couple pretzels still wedged up her ass. Her mind raced and her heart was pounding. What just happened? Did she and Jeremy just break up? Why did she feel so conflicted?

She stood on the side of the road and called a taxi. As she waited, she pulled out her phone to text Jeremy.

“Hey… we need to talk…”

Tiffany watched as it started to send, but it didn’t go through – what the heck?! She tried to resend it, and still nothing. In a panic she tried calling – straight to voicemail. Tiffany dropped her phone as a deep panic started to envelope her. It became hard to breathe, the world started caving in, she felt like fainting…

*PING*

Instantly she snapped out of it and eagerly searched for her phone. Her fingers finally gripped the case and she whipped it around expecting a text from Jeremy. Instead it was from an unknown number with a video attached. Read more »

“The Gift” [Str8] [anal] [Mdom] [spanking] [bdsm]

My ass cheeks facing the bathroom mirror, I bent over, pulling my cheeks apart as I folded forward, inspecting my asshole’s reflection. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was gaping but for a relative amateur at all things anal, I was pretty impressed with the cherry-sized gape. I tried to swallow a moan and failed as I placed two fingers in my tiny hole, wishing I could slide in another, but unwilling to risk the wrath of Sir for touching myself, especially such a tender area. If I got caught with two fingers stuck in my ass I could tell Sir the truth, I was checking my progress not trying to get off, and hopefully not be punished.

Impressed with myself and my progress I went in search of Sir, thinking of ways I could get more toys stuffed in my ass today. After wearing a plug nearly all day and night for the last three days I was insatiable. Not so long ago at the start of my training, Sir had promised that I would become so greedy for a stuffed hole, begging for whatever I could get in there until Sir was ready to cum in my tiny, well not so tiny anymore, asshole. As usual, he was right, just the thought of him plowing into my ass made my pussy wet. If Sir had come in my cunt a few moments ago, instead of my asshole, I was certain his cum would be dripping out of me all over my freshly showered body. Again, my cunt convulsed at the thought. Read more »

Feeding Time (BDSM) (Mf) (Humiliation)

Feeding Time

By Dmitri Storm

Hole was on her knees, naked except for her collar and leash, in front of her Master, playing with his semi-hard cock in her mouth. He sat on a couch in front of her, idly flipping through channels and eating a sandwich she had made for him.

They often spent weekend afternoons like this, or at least Hole assumed Master’s presence during the day meant it was a weekend (her life since she had signed the contract with him caused days to blend together and Hole had lost any real reason or ability to keep track of them.) Master would lounge around as she serviced him with love and devotion. Master had told Hole once why he enjoyed their current arrangement.

Hole’s continuous sucking of his cock kept her focused on her purpose in life and meant he could easily use her for an orgasm should he feel to. His being only vaguely aware of her as he ate and watched TV emphasized that she was nothing but a pleasing possession of his that did not require any special attention. Read more »

One of my biggest fantasies fulfilled, almost too easily [MT]

First off, this was a hook-up with a trans girl, if that doesn’t get you off, stop reading now.
I have always had a kink for passable trans girls, not at all interested in men or “sissies”.
This was only 3 days ago and I’m still trying to decide my next move. She told me she is on Reddit but wouldn’t give me her username…

So I’ll begin with how this started over a week ago.
I was having a conversation with a friend at work, she’s basically my best platonic friend, I share everything with her and her to me. We’ve never fooled around or anything, we’ve made jokes about fucking but never have, surprisingly.
Anyway, I told her I had a fantasy for trans girls, and it took me a few drinks to say it, as in I almost immediately regretted it.
She got this smirk on her face and started texting someone, I got on the defence and told her to keep it to herself but she basically told me to shut up and wait.
Long story short, her sister’s best friend is a trans girl that was looking for a hook-up, and she gave me her number.
I played it off like maybe I would think about calling her, but after 2 days it was all I could think about. I was jerking off to girls on r/traps and feeding the fire, so I texted her a “hey”.
She texted back within minutes
“Hi!, I’ve been waiting for a text ;)”
(Let’s call her Chrissy as I doubt she would want her real name shared) Read more »

Transylvanian Concubines: Monster Mash (BDSM) (Mf) (Supernatural) (Humiliation)

Monster Mash: A Transylvanian Concubines Tale
By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves. Read more »

The Floor Show (BDSM) (Ms) (Mf) (Gangbang)

The Floor Show
By Dmitri Storm

Hollie knelt on the floor next to her Master. Master was idly stroking her head while he talked with the other men in the room. A leashed girl was kneeling next to most of them as well. Like her, these girls were slaves, having voluntarily given up their freedom for the safety and security of being owned by another person.

The gathered Masters and slaves were at a party that was winding down. Dinner had been served, the Masters being served steak at a large table, and the slaves eating the scraps from their dog bowls on the floor. One of the slave’s, Lana, had put on an enticing burlesque routine and several other slaves had demonstrated their pain threshold as they were beaten with various implements by whoever wanted to put them to the test.

Hollie nuzzled Master’s knee. He pulled on her leash to draw her close to him. she heard the clattering of dishes being washed as Master began to play with her right breast. “We do have one more performance for tonight, gentlemen.” Master said to the other Masters. “Hollie, girl, it’s your turn.” Read more »

[M]y little bee [F]. The time the cutest inexperienced blond wanted to serve me as one of my sex slaves [MF],[BDSM],[Striptease]

I want to share with you something special from many years ago, during the time I had a small harem of submissives.

Go to the l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l if you want to skip the introductions.

Lets call her little bee, or B for short. For those of you that care about descriptions, she was blond, in her twenties, slim body with magnificent curves and small breasts. A respectful woman. Timid and very inexperienced, but eager to learn. She also was a virgin when first hooked up, but this is for another story.

Physically there was nothing special about me. A little shorter than average. Green eyes. Average cock. You would probably think she was out of my league if you saw us together.

But I was self confident, witty and sharp. I was developing my skills as a Dom at that time and success breeds success, I guess, and I had already accumulated a small harem of submissives and B was the latest addition. Idk, I was 27? I don’t remember. Read more »

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer part 2 (BDSM) (Ms) (Training (Auction)

Part 2 of the slavegirl and the Auctioneer by Dmitri Storm

Full Story Here! https://redd.it/oek7ek

“And up next, we have the lovely Amanda.” Amanda heard the voice of Vincent, the caller as Louis gave her leash a tug. She followed him, crawling on her hands and knees. She heard voices cheer as Louis led her to Vincent and handed him the leash. “Perform well.” Amanda heard Louis whisper “or you will spend the next six months in my slave pen. And I will make sure they are not as pleasant as the last six.” He gave her ass a slap hard enough to cause her to yelp in surprise, handed her leash to Vincent, and left to return to the pen.

Vincent pulled her towards him sharply and began to stroke her hair. He clearly loved his work as a caller. . It gave him access to young, beautiful women who were expected to stoically accept it as he treated them like pieces of meat. “This.” he said, grabbing Amanda by her chin and bringing her gaze up to look at the gathered crowd, “is Amanda. Amanda signed herself into slavery earlier this year. Now why would you willingly do something like that, sweetheart?” Read more »

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer part 1 (BDSM) (Ms) (training) (auction)

The slavegirl and the Auctioneer Part 1

By Dmitiri Storm

Amanda woke up and stretched as much as her cage would allow. Her leash impeded her movement, but still she smiled. She was excited as she thought of the day ahead of her. Today was the day she had been looking forward to. Today was auction day.

Amanda had been owned by the auction house for about six months and was desperate to find a permanent owner. The auction house owned so many slaves that they were kept in cages stacked on top of each other in dark rooms. Food and water bowls were slid into each cage periodically, and each slave was only taken out for use, cleaning or training. Amanda was ready for so much more. Hopefully today she would be pleasing enough that a Master would buy her and take her home. Read more »