My Professor Visits r/traps and Found One of My Posts![TM]

So if you haven’t been following me (and why haven’t you? :P), I am an Asian MtF Trap who posts to r/traps quite frequently. Never in like a million years would I have imagined one of my College teachers would browse through r/traps nonetheless Reddit! But that’s exactly what happened a couple months ago.

So the day was like any other regular school day with me being late to lecture ofc. I was totally not paying much attention throughout the day as I had stayed up late chatting online with guys on Kik. But after class ended, the professor calls me to stay behind and have a chat with him. I thought he was going to bring up my consistent tardiness, but to my surprise he said “You have a really petite body.”

I was like wtf o.o Did I just hear him right? He’s like in his 40’s, rather lean, somewhat short for a man (Probably 5″8ish) and not the worst looking professor out there. “Um thank you?” was all I could muster out. I really was confused at where he was getting at.

A strange pleasure in humiliation

She was a very good friend of mine. Or so I thought. She was very decent and mild in behaviour. I talked to her quite often. Had a good laugh together every now and then. And also shared things some of the things of my personal life. Anyway, so one day I opened a chathead on messenger to talk to her. I wanted to start with a meme. So I tapped on the gallery icon at the bottom of the chatbox. But sad thing is, I tapped it twice. So obviously the most recent photo in my gallery was sent. And that photo unlocked the door to my misfortune.

Apparently, That was my nude photo that I took to check how sexy I looked naked. I simply shouldn’t have opened the chathead before I finished moving the picture in a hidden folder picture. I shouldn’t even have taken the picture in the first place. Damn ittttt!!!!!!

“Sorry, sorry. I am extremely sorry!!!!! You know I didn’t mean to. It was just a mistake. It was just a mistake. Ignore this shit. And pls delete it”

“Calm down. Calm down dear. Mistakes happen. I will delete it”, replied she

The Coworker Part 1 [MF][DubCon/Blackmail][BDSM]

She knocked on the door a little nervously. After years of flirting, they had finally decided to meet up. Sara and Rick had been friends years ago, and about the time Sara moved, had realized they liked one another and started flirting. Of course, they were both married, but it had seemed safe to flirt since Sara had moved. After all, it would end when they no longer saw one another regularly, right?
Naturally, it hadn’t. They had continued to flirt off and on over the years, sharing pictures, sexts, and increasingly explicit fantasies over the years. After all, they worked miles apart and lived on opposite ends of town, so it wasn’t like it would ever be more than that, and sexting wasn’t really cheating. Only now, Sara was changing jobs and had Mondays off… only a mile or two away from Rick’s house. They’d agreed to meet this week- Sara on the pretext of needing to get some administrative paperwork handled at the new job, and Rick having taken a day of PTO without telling his wife.
Sara was having second thoughts, though, as she stood outside the hotel room, waiting for her quiet knock to be answered. She was petite and curvy, her figure softened by bearing 2 children but still bearing a distinctly hourglass shape. She’d dressed today half for the errand that was her pretext, and half for Rick, in a lightweight tank top sundress and cute bra-panty set that set off her pale skin. Suddenly, the door opened, and he was standing there- she hadn’t seen him in-person in 5 years, and somehow, despite the pictures she had forgotten how attractive he was. She stood frozen a second, just staring, before he took her hand and drew her inside. He hadn’t changed a bit, she thought- still lightly tanned, with soft, dusty hair, beautiful eyes, and an irrepressibly mischievous smile. He wasn’t bulky, but she could see in the shape of his arms that he still worked with his body every day.
“Hey,” she stammered. Why was she so nervous? They had been talking- half in jest and all in seriousness, as they said- about getting a hotel room together for years. This wasn’t exactly new ground… and yet all she could think was that this had been a stupid idea and she wasn’t ready to risk her marriage, even for someone whose kinks lined up so perfectly with hers…but God that wicked smile was making her nipples hard.
“Hey,” was all he replied before pulling her in for a kiss. Oh God, he kissed almost perfectly. Smooth lips marred only by a goatee that scratched at her skin, one hand on her lower back tucking her into him, the other curling in her hair, his tongue sweeping across her lips to part them. She melted into him, telling herself that she would just do this much, and then leave. He bit her lower lip lightly and she whimpered into his mouth, fingers clutching his shoulders as his hands moved down to her ass. He smelled earthy with a hint of citrus- she couldn’t tell if it was a cologne she didn’t recognize, or just him- and his mouth tasted vaguely sweet. When he pulled his head back, she didn’t recognize his expression; something dark, possessive, and it promised things she wasn’t sure she was ready for but oh she wanted so much. His hand tightened in her hair and she felt her knees weaken a little. They had spent hours talking about their kinks, all of the little triggers that sent her down the rabbit hole of submission, and clearly he’d been taking notes. Dammit, she couldn’t do this! Weakly, Sara tried to pull away.

[FFM] [BDSM] The [F]irst time that both o[F] my DO[M]s [F]ucked me together (Part 3 of 3) (Long, but the audio version is great)

(Reader’s notes)

(TL;DR in the comments along with links to all of the other parts)

(While most of the relevant information is included in parts 1, 2, and 3 of the posts with the same title as this one, this is a continuation of “When I was twenty-two I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age” and this event was the climax of my first week with them. However, these three posts can be read or listened to in order as stand-alone posts. If you read these and want to find out how it all started, or if you just want to start at the beginning, links are in the comments)

(All three of these posts have been proofread multiple times, so there shouldn’t be any grammatical errors, which is why the audio sounds so good)

(This part picks up right where Part 2 left off)

(Thank you all for allowing me to share some of my most intimate memories with you)

(End notes)

Part 3 – Twisted Passions

[FFM] [BDSM] Ignore this, it’s only a rough draft and will be deleted in a moment after I get the audio version.

Part 10 – Twisted Passions

Judith’s haunting visage pulled away from me, and suddenly my body was turning as Henry positioned himself between my legs. My eyes never left Judith’s tattoo as she disappeared into the large closet and out of site. I found courage when I envisioned where my mark upon Judith’s tapestry of ink would be. Henry slipped inside me then, needing no foreplay. I was never really that into watching porn, but I’ve been with plenty of guys who were into it, and who wanted to video tape themselves fucking me or of my face as I sucked their dick. But I had never done porn, and I was beginning to wonder if this whole thing was like the bdsm/porn version of those apparently unscripted hidden camera/prank shows on cable tv.

Instead of thrusting like I thought he would, Henry just parked his dick inside me and used the remote to change the video. There was apparently a playlist he wanted me to watch. Judith had gone out of frame by that point anyways, disappearing into a closet, and I thought I wouldn’t mind it very much if he wanted me to watch something else while he fucked me, or at least I thought I would.

Mom and the Police Officer P3 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Bill***

When the bitch’s son messaged me, I wasn’t surprised. It was a long time coming. I saw the way he looked at her during that morning weeks ago. And I saw the way he continued to look at her when Paul delighted in opening that door to our little private screening room. When he took the bait during the mall shopping extravaganza, well, that was no surprise either. So, of course, the morning Parker messaged me on this fine Tuesday, I had a response at the ready.

It was time to hand Melissa off, for now. I had fucked her more times than most. This last Friday when she came to me from the high school is when I first felt the threat of boredom. I took her mouth, I’ve taken her ass, her pussy I can see at night in crystal clarity. Her submission was a chore now and she was so detached from my own pleasures that I had found it hard to feel them either. Like I said, time to hand her off.

Mom and the Police Officer P2 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Parker***

Life was normal. Dad returned from his business trip and the incident between mom and the police officer was never mentioned. Oddly enough, Carl and I didn’t talk much about it either. The school was abuzz the next day as the rumors flew. And then that talk stopped too. It was as if everyone felt the ordeal to be a bit too real, maybe a bit too tragic, to discuss it openly.

Mom was clearly shaken up. She remained that way for about a week. Dad noticed but mom shrugged it off as an “odd mood.” It wasn’t like there was really any behavior change in her. She just remained more subdued than normal. Her outfits changed too.

Mom and the Police Officer P1 [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Public] [Incest]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Ch.1**

***Bill***

There isn’t much to my life except the plans. That’s what we call them and this isn’t our first one. My partner and I have been doing this for years. Most often we only taken advantage of the girls for a few weeks. No point in risking our day jobs when we can just find a new lady to pull over.

Mothers are our favorite. They have a lot to lose. We like to find the ones who are active in their community; social programs, girl scouts, and the like. Research is half of the game. We call it a “plan” for a reason. It’s incredible what these woman are willing to do when you threaten to upset their perfect little world. Hell — we usually don’t have to even find anything on them. Sometimes just the gossip that they went to the police station — even if it was only for questioning — is enough.

[mf] Blackmail slut comes back for more

Last post detailed the first time I had played with this particular girl. She really enjoyed herself, so it wasn’t long before I found another message from her. We’ve since played another two times, and she keeps coming back for more abuse, degradation, and blackmail. We’ll discuss the third session we had in this post.

This session started slow. We began by discussing a new toy she had purchased since we had last chatted – a ring gag, with a cock attached to the front. While wearing the gag, she would be forced to constantly have a simulated cock in her mouth. A good addition, since last time I forced her to choke, gag, and drool all over her chest with her dildo…

First tasks were simple. Write on her thighs. One thigh now reads ‘sir’s property’s. The other, ‘asian for breeding’.

Then, she began fucking herself for me. Starting with the smaller dildo, not allowed to warm up, or lube the dildo in any way, she forced it into her cunt. Over and over again, while I described exactly what pictures I was going to send to her boss. She’s such a little slut when talking about other people seeing her naked… she’ll do anything.

High School Field Strip [MF] [MDom] [Humiliation] [Molestation] [Public]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY.  ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

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**Prologue**

“We will meet at the school parking lot tomorrow morning, 7am sharp.  Do not be late.  The bus leaves at 7:15am for the airport,” said Mrs. Trumont right as the bell rang.

“How much are you packing?” I asked David on our way out of class.

“Just my backpack,” he replied.

“Just your backpack? You know it’s a five day trip, didn’t you read the packing list?”

“Five days in DC –  it’s going to be like 100 degrees there, you don’t need any clothes”

“Well the list says we need at least a raincoat, 3 pairs of jeans, 5 pairs of shorts…”

“Stop being a dweeb, Ryan – we’re adults now, we can do what we want and I’m packing a swimsuit and the clothes I’m wearing, that’s it.  Hell maybe I’ll just wear my swimsuit.”