Cindy’s Humiliation [cuckquean] [M/F] [bdsm] [rough sex] [degradation] [FFM]

“Oh and Cindy, no going in the bedroom until I’m home. I’ve made some preparations for fun later.”

Instructions in place, he left. I was immediately intrigued. Jack had excited me every day since we’d been together. There was an 8 year age gap that my parents didn’t approve of, but it didn’t bother me. Perhaps I was being naive at just 20, but he seemed to have much more knowledge of all things. Particularly in the bedroom. I was always aware that a lot of my kinks were uncommon and not very well known as a result, but Jack had surprised and impressed me with his understanding and even experience of them. There were some things I hadn’t told him as we hadn’t been together for a long time. But there was a lot that I had and every time he had prior knowledge and often practice of them. He was a dream to be with sexually. I’d just given a hint to him of my biggest turn on and was full of hope of him accepting and fulfilling it.

More than she bargained on (m+/f, nc, rapebaiting)

It had been a fantasy for years, gnawing at her, tearing through her dreams again and again. She couldn’t help herself some days, masturbating furiously as she read rape stories on reddit. Tales again and again about women rape baiting, getting what they secretly wanted, needed. It touched her deeply, in a dark part of herself she told no one about. A dark part of herself created by her first boyfriend who had often taken liberties with her. She hated that she felt this way sometimes, but it was there, and nothing made her wetter than those thoughts. Every sexual experience compared to her fantasies were just vanilla and disappointing. Even BDSM was too structured for her taste, she longed for what was in those stories.

It had built up in her during the crisis, contained mostly to her apartment for months. Boredom led to much frustration, as she burned through story after story, experience after experience. When the order was listed, when bars were opened once again, she finally decided to try. The fantasy was no longer enough. She needed to taste and feel the violations she craved so much.

Raising Arizona: Quarantine masturbation sesh while thinking of you [FM]

This is my first time posting here, but if you like it, it won’t be the last. I have a lot of material. So you can get a visual, I’m a 34 yr old female, 6’0, long blond hair, blue eyes, big 34F tits, larger athletic body (I used to play sports), and I’m told that I’m attractive — not to humblebrag, but I have guys and girls hitting on me quite a bit. I’ve only had boyfriends, but I do like having sex with girls too, especially when they lick my pussy. I’m currently in quarantine, alone, and horny AF all the damn time. I’ve been talking to this guy on and off for the past few weeks, and he’s pretty cool, but the conversation hasn’t gone too sexual… yet. The other night we watched a movie virtually together, and afterward, I was hoping for some sexting, but it was late and he went to bed. So, I did what I’ve been doing best lately, and had an amazing solo masturbation session, writing this post as I was touching myself, with the idea to eventually send it to him. I haven’t shown him yet, but he’s on Reddit (he’s actually the one who introduced me), so maybe he will read this on his own. Hey T ;)

Uncharted: Drake’s Damsels (Chapter 1: Pantyhosed by Pirates) [Fanfiction] [BDSM] [Bondage] [Rope Bondage] [Cleave Gagged] [Panty Gagged]

I’m back with yet another Uncharted damsel tale! But this time, we’re taking a break from posting the chapters of my first two novels and instead posting the first chapter of my third one, Drake’s Damsels. This one is an alteration of the first game, Drake’s Fortune in that Elena is kidnapped by Eddy Raja and crew on the Spanish island with the cursed El Dorado treasure and as usual Nate has to save the day. But there’s another twist to it. Let’s just say a certain antagonist from Uncharted 4 is playing double agent with both Nate and his enemies on the island….Anyway here’s the first chapter featuring Elena getting captured and tied up by Eddy’s men. Enjoy!

**Earlier that morning; in the air flying to Versteckte Insel (Hidden Island)**

    Nate and Elena were flying to the island said to have hosted the El Dorado treasure in Sully’s plane. Elena then began filming with her camera. “We’re on the lost trail of a treasure known as El Dorado. It’s brought us here, to a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.” she explained to her would be audience filming the island from the plane. “Let’s get a better look and pray we’re the first ones there.”, smiled Nate. “Will we discover ruins of a lost colony along with a Spanish gold fortune? Or does the island have darker and scary secrets in store for us. Let’s find out….”, finished Elena. “That should help them from changing the channel.” 

Submissive girlfriend for a sexist, abusive guy [MF, humil, sad]

Hi,

I wrote this as a roleplay ad for r/dirtypenpals, but it contains a story that is too long for most people there. Since it is around the size of a mid-short story for the standards here, I will paste it here. I will leave the rest of the ad (which is about roleplaying), but if you just want to read the story, scroll down to the section “Base Story”. It is written in a dry style, with some inlined prompts for the reader and without a lot of detail, as I meant it as a base for roleplaying specific scenes, but it is still self-contained fiction and the ideas in it may still be interesting for some people here.

# Introduction

I would like to roleplay a story about a submissive girlfriend in the sense of accepting sexism and being absolutely devoted to the satisfaction of the man in a selfless way, like an “active doormat”. This means that she is not a horny sub and she doesn’t really expect pleasure or satisfaction for herself, but she does everything out of sheer love and devotion.

If Only [Ff] [BDSM] [Femdom]

“Do you want to cum?”

“Unh! Uggh!”

Don’t judge me—this gag may not be huge, *per se*, but what it lacks in size it makes up in devilish intent. I could talk better and drool less around a fat dick with a man behind it, fucking my face. If only.

Kat waves the wand back and forth, making its bulbous white head undulate between us like a charmed serpent. I can’t take my eyes off it, I want it so bad. I’d settle for my fingers, you know, if my wrists weren’t shackled to the front of my collar—I’d settle for humping a fucking pillow, if I weren’t sitting bare-assed on a concrete basement floor, and I’d settle for jumping her and taking it off her, shackles or no, if I weren’t chained by the neck to a ring in the floor.

If only.

Her face crinkles into a petite frown. She looks down at the wand and clicks it on-off, buzz-buzz, yes, Kat, you bitch, it works—doesn’t it? Oh, her face—oh, God, I hate the way she can hear my thoughts. Now she’s smiling. “Say it. Say you want it. Beg me for it.”

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 5 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

**Zita**

I wish my textbook would burn!

The Four-winged Announcer of The New Androcentrism is the object we are instructed to cuddle like if it was our most trustworthy adviser and also bed warmer. Weatherby names all eight men who contributed to the text, not alluding to the presented ideas. He revels in underlining it´s central position in the sources of the revised constitution. The content we are to experience in silent reading. I am not allowed to discuss a single statement. Class was safe from the pure disagreement.

The first quarter of the book was dedicated to the fact that in the case of human species, nature has created the duality of leading masculinity and the supportive feminity. This is manifested in physical and mental differences and people must accommodate to these roles. When they do, the reciprocal agreement and willingness to unquestioned division of duties will follow.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 4 – Nicole [Maledom] [Male supremacy][BDSM] [Humiliation] [Dubcon]

**Nicole**

How do you know that they have control over you? Well, the first hint might be that you are doing your intern job, but suddenly they come snatch you for nothing, chase you on two floors and handcuff you. Later they will totally immobilize you.

These people have particular sense for letting person alternate roles, making her active participant in one lesson and mere object in the other. During the Homemaking I was planting flowers, then Holy Submission has planted me.

I had to stand in the tall crate, letting myself buried in soil and my sticking out head being blinded by the latex mask. I am thinking about my coping techniques, but I´m still too much dependent on sensual information and mobility that I currently lack, so I do what I can, which is breathing by nose. Removing of the mask wasn´t that merciful, as I was taken by surprise. Some men watered my face by two kinds of body fluids. I wasn´t yet at the level I could pretend to like it, but I was maintaining stoic resignation. The bastards weren´t lecturing me and washed me once I “savored” it and let me breath freely from that moment on. I would block the most persistent bits of stench with a single finger. Sadly, every one of them was belonging to unavailable parts below my neck. I happened to be situated in the front row of heads and I dared not to look sideways or back. I felt compassion by nature and the shared torment. Watching others would put me into shoes who like it as result of their good work.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 2 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM][Noncon] [Humiliation][Strong language]

**Stacey**

For the acceptance of perverts you need to be handy. The easiest thing in my case, it´s just the test that is bizarre in the execution.

My future plans have to proceed with caution, because The Art of the Holy Submission requires of us the minimal coverage of the body. The collar brought me back to the younger years, it could be nice reminder on another place. The strap harness didn´t have any positives at all, it is just symbolical ornamentation of my body, framing squares of the skin and letting everybody on a public secret that we are slaves for the enjoyment. OK, it covers my nipples, so that´s cool.

Along with my roommates and about twenty-five other inmates I was acquainted with the large sadomasochistic corner of the Tower. First we had a little peek of its own library. I recall only terrible giant photography hanging on the wall. Some harpy named Anne Desclos. Just above it is a lounge for lessons in the service. The main section is the giant branched dungeon, using the rich disposal of the underground space. The trainees were also for a dose of the fresh air in a special part of the park zone.