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The Good Soldier : Part III [MF+] [Discip] [Humil]

Alex Goode arrived back at camp, only to find it a flurry of activity before he was even briefed. Upon entering the small Head Quarters building, which directed all activity outside of the engineering compound, he realised work had resumed, and reflected, ‘A lot can happen during a day!’

Alex wasn’t a career civil servant. He left government employ nearly twenty years ago for more lucrative opportunities in the private sector. Yet, there he was, at the age of forty-seven, back in the government bureaucracy and in a position he’d occupied for the past five months.

He found the brigadier in his office.

As he rose to his feet, the brigadier had a look of triumph on his face as he said.

“Alex, she did it! That young corporal didn’t even hesitate. She went straight in, yesterday, and everything is back on track.”

Alex walked over to the brigadier, offered him his hand, which he enthusiastically shook, and said.

“We got there in the end, Percy.”

Mr. Banks Pt.2 [Male/female][boss][toy][bdsm][public][Older/younger]

Usual statement applies : I am well aware that there are tons of grammatical errors. I wrote this solely to get the story out of my mind and onto paper to share, plus I suck at editing.

Enjoy and please let me know what you think.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bt4c3w/mr_banks_pt_1_mf_boss_toy_bdsm_public_olderyounger/)_______

(When an employee is caught stealing money her boss comes up with a punishment fit for the crime.)

Mr. Banks Pt. 2

When Mr. Banks finally returned Myra’s moans filled the back room. She was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t hear him enter and walk towards her. When he reached out and turned off the vibrator she jumped in surprise and let out a yelp. Mr. Banks reached out to knead her breasts, experimentally pulling on the clamps attached to her nipples. Myra leaned her head back in delight. She wanted to reach her hands up and run them through Mr. Banks hair. She wanted to scrape her fingernails over his back and down to his ass. She wanted to get his cock inside of her mouth as soon as possible and tease him like he’d teased her all day. Read more »

[MF]Fun Tryst with a Splash of BDSM (Australia)

After a relatively long hiatus from writing, I’ve decided to post a recent tryst I had with a particularly fun submissive, Kari. I’d only recently returned to Australia after living in the US for several years and thus I wasn’t entirely sure how big the BDSM scene was here, so needless to say when Kari responded to my post I was pleasantly surprised. It quickly became apparent that we had similar D/s desires and the thought of dominating her increasingly became the only thing on my mind. Given the inherent risk of being outed in the BDSM community, I was limited to seeing just two body photos of her; though that was enough for me to know I had to have this sub in my bed. Her gorgeous little figure was an added bonus to the fact she had a great personality and yearned to submit. Read more »

Mr. Banks pt. 1 [M/f] [Boss] [toy] [bdsm] [public] [Older/younger]

Mr. Banks pt. 1 —

(When an employee is caught stealing money her boss comes up with a punishment fit for the crime.) I am well aware that there are tons of grammatical errors. I wrote this solely to get the story out of my mind and onto paper to share, plus I suck at editing.

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Myra sat in her car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She checked the time on her phone; she had five minutes till she had to clock in. As much as her body ached from the twelve hour shift she had worked the day before, she knew she couldn’t afford to call off. She could see her kitchen counter in her mind now; the bills stacked higher than the dishes.

A friend from junior college had hooked her up with a job working for his father. It was minimum wage, but with the extra hours she was putting in she would soon have the bills covered. Well, the extra hours and the money she was pocketing from the till at the end of every shift. Read more »

The Dungeon (Part One) [sex dungeon][flogging][MFF]

The building in front of me looked just the same as those around it. Nondescript and basic, there were no outward signs of what actually went on inside this particular building. If I had not triple checked the address, I wouldn’t be entirely sure that I was even in the right place. Glancing nervously around the street I was parked on, I tugged the skirt of my dress back into place and ran a hand through my hair as I waited for my mentors to arrive. Anxiety kept creeping up that I would have to push back down. Another nervous look around as those anxious questions ran through my head: What if it’s not what I expect? What if this turns bad? What if they don’t like me? I took a few deep breaths and got myself to back away from the “What If” abyss I was staring at and pulling myself back together. Just in time too as another car pulled up and parked. An older couple climbed out of the vehicle. The woman had red hair and bright eyes, looking just like a mom you would run into at the grocery store while the man was fit with brown skin and dark hair, both in their late thirties, maybe early forties. Recognizing them, I climbed out of my car as well, taking my time so that the blush that had blazed up in my cheeks at the sight of them could fade. A shy, awkward moment passed before I approached them, the anxiety creeping in again. Read more »

That freakin’ summer [Step-siblings] [Romance] [lite BDSM] [Older woman]

CHAPTER 1

“Why did she defend me?” Jack said.
“Maybe she likes you?” Antonio said.
“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.” Jack said.

He turned and gazed out of the detention hall window, to the busy corridor swarming
with kids who were about to leave. It was the last working day of the school. He
began to rewind time in his head, to earlier that day when the gym class had got over.

“That was a good game, people.” coach Anderson turned towards his class with an
approving look.
“Now go hit the showers!” he shouted.
The entire class groaned.
“Nope, not this time I am going to let you go like that.” the coach said.
“NOW GO!”

“So, what are you going to do this summer?” Antonio turned to Jack as they were
heading towards the showers.
Jack was still trying to catch his breath after the game.
“Ah, I don’t know. Video games maybe.”
“Damn, wish I could do that!” Antonio said. “You know summers for me are the
worst!” Read more »

Two Minutes, Part 2 [BDSM] [Mdom] [fsub] [humiliation] [abuse] [punishment] [crop] [being a hole] [pain] [2 of 3]

Tap, tap, tapping with the crop. I try to think. The crop distracts me, kissing my skin, asserting its access, pinning me down. And you are there, driving everything. This will go exactly as you want it to go. You, your choice, your hands. Bare for you in every way, I savor this anticipation more than I should, its intoxicating mix of fear and desire. The familiar thought flashes through my mind before I can block it: *Addict.*

You haven’t asked a question, so I keep quiet. Focusing on my position, I square my shoulders to support me, my hands flat on the seat of the chair. I press my ass out for you, and check that my feet, in these heels you like, are slightly more than shoulder-width apart to expose the holes, to open the cunt. I keep my back straight and strong, except a small sway at my waist. Offering myself to you, as always, and trying to be pleasing to your eyes, and your cock — worthy property.

I had felt cold at first, my skin and lips open to the air, but I never remain so. You want to see me pink and red. Nice and warm for you. Read more »

Carnal Corruption [MF] [Soft BDSM] [Orgasm Control] | Part 1

_It’s almost time…_ I thought to myself as a sly grin crept its way onto my face. I unrolled my sleeve to check my watch. _6:59 PM._ The rhythmic ticking of the wristwatch just spurred the bubbling anticipation inside me even further. To wipe the widening smirk off my face, I grabbed my now-cooled cup of coffee and drank from it.

Like clockwork, a subdued buzzing came from within my pockets just as the watch showed 7:00 PM. With the flames of excitement stoked once more, I rushedly finished what remains from the coffee cup and took out my phone.

As expected, her name showed up in the caller ID. Maria. _My sweet, adorable Maria._ Clearing my throat with a grunt, I accepted the call request and brought the phone to my ear.

[“I’m here… sir.”] Her words trailed on by the end of it into a quiet mumble, but her sultry tone is unmistakable. I looked by the entrance and sure enough, a fidgety young lass holding a phone was anxiously scanning the room with her eyes. Read more »

Two Minutes, Part 1 [F4M] [BDSM] [fsub] [Mdom] [punishment] [humiliation] [assplay] [crop] [pain] [first post!]

You were already displeased, I now realize. From the text.

You: cunt

Me: Yes, Sir.

You: That was 2 minutes late.

Me: I’m sorry.

You: Is three minutes not long enough to reply to your Sir? Do you have important slut things to do?

Me: It’s long enough, Sir. I don’t know why I didn’t respond sooner.

You: You don’t know why. I want you dressed when I get home. We’re going out.

Me: Yes. Thank you, Sir.

[MF] 003: Carmin – Innocent Korean tourist (Rape role-play)

Up to this point Carmin and I had had a very traditional Dom/sub relationship that was primarily focused around sadism. Our standard routine was to meet weekly, in a hotel somewhere in Manhattan, scene for three to four hours and then spend the rest of the night together relaxing, talking, watching trash TV, having sex and sleeping. We had met at the end of 2015 and had been doing this for about four months when I got this text from her;

“I want you to rape me.” It read.

When we first met, in that initial flood of online conversation that helped us figure one another out and build a basic trust we had talked about role-play. We both had experience with it, with other partners and enjoyed it. That was months ago though and it hadn’t come up again until now.

“I’m listening.” was my reply

A few minutes later she replied with this.

“I want to create characters for us. Backstories about why they are where they are. I want my character to be completely innocent and unprepared for what you want. I want her to get hurt emotionally and physically. I want you to hurt her.” Read more »