Make Me Dirty (BDSM) (fsub) (mdom) (humiliation)

I lay in bed reading while you walk into the room after showering, your towel wrapped around you like a dress. You waste no time with small talk and say, "Can you do me a favor baby?" I say yes without even lifting my eyes from my book. "See, the thing is, I just got really clean in the shower, and I need you to get me dirty again."

I pick up my eyes instantly and the sound of this proposition and meet your gaze. You drop your towel and reveal a body I could never say no too. I felt stiff already at the thought of making love to you. But you didn't want to make love. Not right now. You slowly walk toward the bed and tell me exactly what you want.

“Right now, what I want more than anything is for you to use me and teach me how sluts were meant to be treated.” Your sudden shift in mood only catches me off guard for a moment before I turn to look at you and grin. In an instant my wife disappeared. All that remained was a greedy little whore who was going to please me.

Playtime for Kitty [MF][Bondage][BDSM][educational][fsub][mdom][cheating][prostitution]

I have been really goddamn busy, but if feels so good to be writing again. This is my latest story, requested by a dear personal friend of mine. It's also the sequel to Two Working Girls, featuring their third coworker, Kitty. Enjoy!


Scowling, Kitty checked herself in the mirror. Again. Her 4 o’clock was late, and, to be frank, she was bored. She sighed and leaned on the dresser, watching her disgruntled reflection pout at itself. Her dark hair, cropped short below her ears, glinted in the dim light. Her face, pale and petite, stared back at her with a disgruntled expression. She twitched.

“I hate it when they’re late,” Kitty sighed to her mirror. She twirled an errant bang around her finger until it yanked at her scalp. She shivered, an eager smile spreading across her face, the pain reminding her of what was coming. Besides her, of course.

Playtime for Kitty [MF][bondage][teasing][BDSM][fsub][mdom][educational]

I have been really goddamn busy, but if feels so good to be writing again. This is my latest story, requested by a dear personal friend of mine. It's also the sequel to Two Working Girls, featuring their third coworker, Kitty. Enjoy!


Scowling, Kitty checked herself in the mirror. Again. Her 4 o’clock was late, and, to be frank, she was bored. She sighed and leaned on the dresser, watching her disgruntled reflection pout at itself. Her dark hair, cropped short below her ears, glinted in the dim light. Her face, pale and petite, stared back at her with a disgruntled expression. She twitched.

“I hate it when they’re late,” Kitty sighed to her mirror. She twirled an errant bang around her finger until it yanked at her scalp. She shivered, an eager smile spreading across her face, the pain reminding her of what was coming. Besides her, of course.

The Rental Slave: [bdsm] [mf]

Sid has rented me to a childless couple. The woman is tiny and elegant. The husband is tall and handsome, with cold blue eyes, even colder than Sid's. I have been kept naked for a month now, with my arms fastened by a short chain that run through a collar around my neck. I am completely vulnerable.

Every day starts the same: He begins with my mouth, sliding all the way in, down my throat, I am used to deep-throating men, Sid made sure of that, be he is large and relentless. His wife amuses herself by pinching my nose shut, so that I struggle to breathe. Then he plunges into me. He likes to place me on top, but facing away, so that my back is towards him. His wife sits facing me, and runs her hands over my stomach so she can feel his penis moving deep inside me. I am a slender girl, and I can look down and see it making a slight bulge as it moves in my belly. As soon as he comes they flip me onto my back before pulls out. They make my lie with my legs together.

Unconventional Desires [Excerpt] [BDSM Romance, D/s, M/f]

I think I need to attend yoga classes to improve my posture! I felt very self conscious and very exposed performing those positions and as a consequence I think they may not have been up to par in his mind and in truth my own.

I do not know how he felt about this part of the session, though I am sure he would not have held back in criticising if he were unhappy, nevertheless he did say that my legs were not open wide enough. In my defence I have a lifetime of modesty and inexperience to fight against, but I hope that in time I will be able to perform in the manner he expects of me.

Acceptance of pain was another topic that he had listed on his training schema. This “acceptance” took place on the bedroom floor. I remember kneeling on the bedroom floor, no clothes, not even a pair of knickers and he approached me with a bag containing plastic pegs. He put the bag down on the bedside chest and took out a few of them.

Stage Slut [MMFF, bdsm, exh, Fdom, Fsub, huml, nc, oral, reluc, voyeur]

I was tied up. They kept me in my cage backstage, hands and feet always in cuffs, ready to be bound by cords. They were already bound- one of the guards had secured them half an hour ago. He… promised… that he and a friend would be back soon, to fetch me for the show.

They've already got me ready for the show. I'm wearing a new outfit this time- a black leather crop top, with a too-tight halterneck holding my large breasts. Leather skintight pants, with a hole cut into them, showing my black cotton panties underneath. It's uncomfortable, lying the way I am on the floor with all the leather, but I can't move. Not with the restraints.

"Hey. Slut. It's your turn." I look up to see the two guards smiling darkly at me, obvious bulges in their pants. One of them began to move a hand down to his crotch. "The problem is, we're not quite sure if you're ready to perform. We think you might need a little preparation." "No, I- I'm fin-" "Did I say you could talk, slut? Because I don't remember that. I don't remember that at all. You're not here to talk."

Inspection (fMMMM)(BDSM)(exh)(oral)(buk)

As she stood blindfolded with her hands tightly bound behind her back, she was only vaguely aware of what was going on around her. Debra felt a short cool breeze across her nude skin causing her nipples to harden and she could feel the grooves in what she assumed was a wooden floor beneath her uncovered feet. The room she was in she thought must have been cavernous as the voices she heard seemed to echo all around her. Her thoughts raced as she stood there nervously. She had agreed to this, to all of this. In fact she had secretly fantasized about exactly what was happening. But now that it was happening, momentary waves of fear washed over her. She had no idea what the days and weeks ahead of her would bring and having signed away any control over herself or her body made her second guess her decision and she could feel her body begin to shake. Her thoughts began to race faster and become incoherent in her mind. Her mind. MY mind. She began to steel herself with that thought. MY mind. She may have willingly signed over her body, but Debra’s mind was her own. That is what she told herself and that is what she quietly repeated over and over until the shaking dissipated.

The Garden Party [M/F] [M+F+/F] [BDSM] [pain] [2nd person]

I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom.

Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties. It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out.

Try Me! Part 2 [BDSM, Fsub, MF]

The car slows and then goes up a long driveway. Nick gets out and walk around to her door. He opens it and takes the chain in his hands. She spins and climbs out. There are no other houses visible. A number of small to medium trees fill the very deep front yard.

John parks the car. Nods to Nick and then climbs on his Harley. Roaring down the drive.

The house is two stories. Certainly not a mansion but fairly large. It is very quiet as he leads her inside. Disarming a complex looking security system. She sees cameras and little sensors in various spots.

Inside. Hardwood floors. Entranceway. Kinda empty. Hallway. No pictures. Another room. Big one. Black leather and touches of silver. A circle of wide couch around a central umm table. A padded one. Angel feel fear touch her again.

Which gets a lot better when he stops to take off the cuffs. He takes her panties too.

"Through that door is a shower. Use it. Come back out naked and not wrapped in a towel. Wait for me on the couch." He orders in a mild voice.

"Ummm… Yes… ah… sir."

Try Me! Part 1 [BDSM, public, MF]

It is Midnight…

She has been watching him for the last three hours. The bar is dark and the band is loud but still she watches. Something about him fascinates her. Sure he is not bad looking. Long black hair. Tall. Not a pretty face but a good one. And those eyes. They were something.

He was sitting at a table near the back wall. A very large bald man sometimes occupied the seat across from him. Other people. A lot of girls stopping by to say hello.

Angel was new. First time. Lonely. Been 6 months since her rat bastard boyfriend ran off her her best… former best friend. She was horny too. That was not helping.

She was not the kind of girl to walk up to some random guy in a bar. At least she had never been before. Bold in her own way but not that bold. But he certainly was not going to come to her.

A good looking girl she did not normally have much trouble with company. At 5' 7" she was very delicately built. Willowy was the usual term. Her very light brown hair went just past her shoulders and was streaked with red.