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BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.” Read more »

The Story of Cunt – Day Four [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Four

Cunt woke up at 6 AM. Remembering the previous morning, she quickly jumped out of bed, naked and bruised, and got down on her knees, ready for Mistress’ arrival. She has no idea what to expect today, but she was prepared for anything. She quickly grabbed her leash, held it out in front of her and waited. The morning preparation submissive showed up, saw her ready and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth, a sign of sorority. Mistress came in with her crop, but was surprised to see Cunt ready. This was the closest that she had come to smiling since Cunt’s arrival. Clearly, her methods were working. As Mistress approached, Cunt once again attempted to lick at her crotch, earning a slap for it. She handed Mistress her leash and they were off. Read more »

Emily’s Submission [MF] [Group] [BDSM] [College]

Emily decided to take her professor up on his offer to help students with their research paper. She was completely competent enough to get an A- on her own, but she was one of those girls who strove for perfection in everything. It wasn’t that she had some huge ambition that she focused her efforts toward. In fact, you might even call her aimless, because she still was unsure of what she wanted to do after graduating with her English degree next year. Emily’s quest for perfection instead was rooted in her need to feel the approval of others—especially her superiors. It was the result of her parents’ way of reinforcing behavior when she was a child. So her decision to meet with Professor Manning was less out of a desire to get a 4.0 instead of a 3.7, but because for some reason impressing him was really important to her.

She took the elevator up to the third floor of the Drummond building and walked all the way around it trying to find office 351. The floor map was unhelpful, and if she had just taken a left from the elevator instead of going straight, she would have been there in no time. She was now three minutes late and felt a little bit stupid for the mistake. She came to his half open door and knocked on it apprehensively, not knowing if she should just walk in or not. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 19 First Time Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Oh my, how is he going to feel.. this is the first time” Clarissa’s mind racing over the wetness she felt at the hands of Angie. Banging against the inside of her chest as Pixel was eating her out and not mention the cum that ran for days after on both occasions. Then it gripped her like a cold hand from the grave, “What happens when he wants (the sudden stop, the light headedness she felt) anal sex.. (all of a sudden her breath was washed out of her lungs) No he can’t want anal sex it’s just not.. possible (still trying to breath butt seeing that cock, that scrumptious long hard piece of meat) any thing is possible I.. I..” closing her violet eyes as the first orgasm buzzed her clit. “Well if I knew you where into that kinky shit then I would have planned better” Cy’s voice boomed in her ears. Opening her eyes, fighting back the urge to moan, “What do you mean..” taking a break in that sentence to see what was buzzing, touching, rubbing her clit. “..butt butt (her hips jerked) I had no.. no.. Ohh fuckkk” rolling over as the orgasm reached it peak. Totally forgetting that she had on a string bikini, totally forgetting that the pesky bugs that she had crawling on her where the strings that kept the bottoms on. Feeling her ass, not made of bone or flab butt the perfect balance of muscle and skin. “You know your making this awful hard for me” at least that is what he said not what she heard, “You know I’m getting so fucking hard watching you play with my pussy.” “Be gentle with me, especially when you’re slamming your big hard rod into my pussy, or do you want me to suck it before you fuck me?” Clarissa’s words betrayed her only five seconds into the date, her face was blushed with embarrassment butt she still laid there, back arched ass up in the air, still playing with her kitty despite how fucking wet it was getting. Before being able to answer Clarissa was on her knees, gripping Cy’s cock with one hand. “I will suck you off, yes” staring at his magnificent cock, Clarissa’s mouth watering with envy. The opening of her mouth started something deep with in her core. Rubbing harder on her own clit, her fingers teasing to be dipped into the pink ocean, to flood the beach with her cum. Taking his cock in her mouth, barely getting the head in, the soft cooing cuming from her own throat. Stroking his cock while pushing her mouth almost off his cock, the down stroke had allowed his cock full access to her hot mouth butt she was gagging. Gagging on his crown was the first sign of failure butt she pushed his cock into her mouth. The rejection of his cock happened immediately, her throat clamped shut, her tongue ramped up despite the need to have him so deep inside of her. Panting, looking for him to walk away, “Oh shit.. I’m going to puke” screamed through her mind, turning around as she hung her head off the other side of the towel. The feeling of trying to shove something so magnificent into such a tiny hole, even though the lips parted. The insides being so dripping wet, the rush of a new sensation, one that she knew too well butt with a bigger harder.. “Your going to cum so fuckkking.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” Clarissa’s thoughts becuming a reality as he slipped his cock into her tight pussy. “Oh my fuck.. don’t don’t, Ooooh yesss” slamming herself back, taking in all of his cock. Even with her body’s own tightening, from her stomach to her throat as the moans continued to pulverize her believes. Her lower stomach down to her lips and everywhere in between as he continued to ram his cock deep into her pussy. Clarissa’s mind could not handle this kind of pressure, this kind of madness, this kind of pleasure. Shutting down her ability to speak, her ability to think. “I still have muscle control..” ramming back, massaging the perfect pleasure spot, “..see I still (loosing total control as her body goes into the final phase the ultimate orgasm), I still.. I OooOoooOoooo yesss Ooooh fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” once more her thoughts became reality. “Cy’s body was hard before butt nothing like.. this OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” at a last ditch effort to make sense of her quaking body, short butt powerful breaths, her insides staging a riot of pure unadulterated orgasmic bliss. A sharp slap to Clarissa’s ass brought her back to reality.
“Thanks for cuming and getting me I have never seen her like this. Pitched over, ass in the air, finger still soaked on her own juice’s and a puddle of drool framing her cute face” Angie was trying her best not to rape Clarissa butt she was in the perfect position for a tongue riding sexual encounter. “Okay hot stuff let’s get back home then you can tell me everything” hugging Clarissa (so she could feel those triple S’s once again) as Angie helped her up to her feet.

The Story of Cunt – Day Three [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Three

Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.

Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place. Read more »

Rebekah and Ashley [FF] [MFF] [BDSM]

Through a sudden change of circumstances, Rebekah found herself without a roommate, and a steep rent to pay. She put up the listing looking for a female roommate on a handful of online listings. She was looking for someone clean first and foremost, but also someone who wouldn’t bring unwanted drama into her life, and someone who could be on her own without expecting to hang out every night. She immediately got a few responses, mostly from men seeing if she would reconsider her gender policy, but a few women as well who seemed decent enough to meet up with for lunch or something. She set up times with two of them as soon as possible so she could get help before the first of the month.

She met the first girl for lunch the next day. The conversation was nice—she went to the same school, was also into arts, and had decided she was done with dating guys for while—and there wasn’t anything wrong with her on the face, but Rebekah just felt that she was a little too eager, *too* nice. At the end of the meal she lied and said she would call the girl back by the end of the week. Read more »

[FM] The Artist fucks his Muse

During October, I decided I needed to push myself as an artist. I started by doing one of those sketch-a-day challenges, but quickly lost interest. I was still sketching each day, but instead of a ring or fear or some other concept, I found myself sketching women.

I went through pictures that I had taken during BDSM scenes, and started making presents for some of my more recent fucktoys.

Then at one point, I was roping up a woman and sketching her on the spot. It was intense, and there was this surge of pride from making her cum then impressing her with my art.

Last week I took some of my best sketches and threw them on Instagram. The feedback was interesting and encouraging, so I decided to do a little experiment.

I looked through some the IG pages of local models. I started added those that I found to be very attractive, women that I would want to fuck in a heartbeat.

Saturday afternoon, I found this absolutely adorable lady with pretty eyes and relatively large tits. Read more »

The Story of Cunt – Day Two [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Two

Cunt was awoken at 9 AM. One of Mistress’ nameless submissives woke her up with a nice calm kiss on the cheek. It was a perfectly pleasant way to wake up, but it was oddly disappointing in its own way. She had paid to be tortured, after all. She was unsure of how to feel about this. She was also unsure of what was to come next.

“Mistress demands that you go see her right now,” said the submissive. Cunt began looking for her clothes, when the submissive added “Mistress will dress you.”

Cunt got up out of bed, covered in goosebumps, nipple stiff from the cold of the room, and walked out towards the main room. There, she found Mistress, sitting in a throne, waiting for her with a frustrated look on her face.

“Never make me wait again,” said Mistress, throwing something towards her. “Put it on.” It was a high-rise lace thong. She put it on, exposing her ass for all to see and covering up her Barbie doll crotch. As she was putting it on, she copped a feel of her new ass: those pills are a miracle! Read more »

She (F) used her hall pass [MF], long

In my first story about Kim the college student there were a couple of comments that implied that I didn’t seem to care about my wife or being married. This story might help correct that mistaken assumption. The reality is we have had some variation of an open relationship for years. The only reason I didn’t tell her about Kim is that we both agreed college students should be off limits. Mea culpa.

Anyway, this story took place before my story about Kim. All of my other stories to come are possible because of this one. I probably should have posted this one first.

I’ve recreated the dialogue- it isn’t word for word, but it’s as close as I can remember it.

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Like most couples that have been married a while, my wife and I got into a bit of a rut in our sex life. We did our best to keep the spark alive, but after a while even the most interesting positions start to seem routine. BDSM added some excitement to the mix and we both still loved it, but we were looking for new inspiration. Read more »

The Story of Cunt – Day One [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

*This is a story I worked on a short while ago, a realization of a fantasy on paper. I realized shortly thereafter that I could not actually do anything with it, so I will instead post it anonymously across seven days. I am not necessarily looking for notes or anything, because I can’t quite sell this, because I am a published writer and it would be ill-advised to have my name connected to this. I will however welcome comments and anything else.*

Day One

He was walked into the room, seemingly unaware that this would be the last time he would be able to walk under his own power for a week. Well, he was clearly aware. After all, he had agreed to it, even paid for it. The room would suggest impending doom in any other circumstance, adorned with a desk and nothing else. A door led into an unseen room. His mistress for the next seven days stood before him. She was much shorter than him and yet she demanded respect immediately. He was immediately hypnotized by her large piercing eyes, dark irises bordering on black, full lips thickened by her black lipstick, all accentuated by her beautiful sharp nose. She was shapely in all the right ways. Big protruding tits, a hint of a belly, wide hips and the thickest thighs he had ever seen. This is all he could make out at the time as Mistress was covered in a skin tight latex bodysuit. He had just walked in: he hadn’t so much as earned a peek yet. Read more »