Helpless Slut Series pt1 Ff (les, bd, blkmail, huml, denial, forced, FDom, Fsub)

It was such a crappy month and your prospects seemed so bleak. Between work and your personal life everything seemed to be going downhill. Most of your days consisted of you scrolling through tumblr, reading, watching, and getting off to the kinkiest things you could find. Your ever loyal girlfriends were so eager to help you when you confided to them (not that any of them knew of the kinky bits) proposing a girls night out with drinking, dancing, and whatever else could take your mind off of things to help get you out of your slump. They even all came over to your place to help you get ready, bringing tight short dress for you to wear that was downright scandalous in comparison to what was in your closet but your friends insisted that you wear it. It was deep red, sat high on your thighs showing quite a bit of leg and hugged every curve of your body, ending very low cut. You were quite bashful and self aware, but your friends goaded you into it. You left your place as a group, happy to be with friends.
You wake up groggily, trying to take stock of where you lay in a strange room; trying to sit up you find that you are tied down to the unfamiliar bed eagle spread in nothing more than your bra and panties. Thick nylon rope keeps you from moving more than just a few inches, leaving you squirming on the bed. Fear begins to set in when you realize you also have duct tape over your mouth, keeping you from crying out for help. In this dismal situation you struggle against your bonds, searching for a way out and racking your brain for some sort of explanation as to how you ended up in your predicament. All you can remember is going out with girlfriends drinking, you must have overdone it and blacked out.
The door to the room opens and a woman comes in, she was shapely, with medium length brown hair and had a tight fitting black dress on that ended about mid thigh. She wore a black fabric mask concealing the whole of her face. After taking in her appearance you are certain that you’ve never seen this woman before in your life and yet she brings herself closer to you as you squirm and struggle with the duct tape trying to get free. You don’t know who this woman is but judging by her nonchalant reaction to you on the bed, and given her mask, she was not a friend to you.
The woman draws near and says,
“If I take off the tape will you promise not to scream?”
Frantically you nod your head, eager to have it removed, and the tape gets peeled off, to your surprise only to be replaced with a red ball gag produced by the the woman who quickly secured it tightly around your head. You instinctively cry out at the sudden betrayal. The woman continues,
“Not that anyone could or would care about hearing a woman scream here, this room is so soundproofed, I just don’t enjoy it” she muses, leaving you more helpless than you previously thought possible.
The woman wastes no time and takes out a pair of medical shears which she uses to cut off your panties and bra with swift dexterity leaving you completely exposed. You squirm on the bed some more, extremely uncomfortable with the additional vulnerability with the air hitting you everywhere as the woman continues to work, using more duct tape to fasten a large vibrator to your left leg, leaving the head right on top of your clit.
Heat floods your face as your body reacts to the stimulation, it had been ages since you’d been touched, even in this perverse way you couldn’t help how your body reacted. Given how much you secretly enjoyed all manner of kink, in any other situation this might have been a fantasy come true for you. Your body didn’t seem to know that though, your pussy quickly started dripping in anticipation of what was to come while your mind tried to work out a solution.
The woman stood up and walked to the other side of the room, picked up a camera and hit the red button showing that she was recording video. She got every angle and close up, the full scope of you laying on the bed, spouting nonsense against the ball gag. She then set the camera up on a tripod aimed at you and sat down on a chair in the corner, picked up a remote on the side table and flicked it in your direction.
The realization of what was going to happen passed through your mind the second before she hit the button, but it was too late.
The head of the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through your clit, bounding and ebbing against you. It drove conscious thought out and left you so needy and wanting as your desire built. Your whole body tingled, making your back arch and eyes roll. You try and moan and cry against the ball gag but any sound comes out pathetic and weak, leaving you drooling all over your breasts. You writhe against the ropes, struggling internally on wether or not you wanted more or wanted to inch away from the intense pleasure. The woman increased the vibration, moving up and up, increasing the speed and building your orgasm. Your hips buck slightly and you can feel your pussy about to convulse and contract in climax when the woman switches the vibrator off, making you cry out in need and desperation, leaving your pussy drenched and aching to be filled with something.
The woman just sat there, remote in hand, letting the camera record you writhing as you were on the bed. The aching in your pussy did not go away rather the throbbing in your clit seemed to get worse and worse every moment you were kept without stimulation.
Just as you desperation started to ebb the woman flicked on the remote again, stronger this time, throwing you into forced ecstasy as those addictive waves of pleasure ran throughout your body. Once again conscious thought was driven from your mind and replaced with only lust and desire for pleasure. Your pussy seemed to gush as you seemed to get close again to climax when the woman flicked off the vibration yet again.
You fight against the gag, still drooling pathetically but not caring, you only cared about cumming but here you were writhing about the drooling wet mess of a slut that this woman made you pleading with her to let you finish, to let you satiate your overwhelming need.
As the minutes and hours passed this way, you had no idea of actually knowing how much time had passed, every time you would cool off enough to get the edge off the woman would turn up the vibration even higher, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Torturing you with forced pleasure until you were caught riding the edge for only a few seconds at a time before she would rip it away out of your grasp. Tears streamed down your face such was your frustration.
Teetering back and forth between satisfaction and desperation your pussy drenched and convulsing, you stop fighting and squirming in the bed. Your pussy had never felt this way, so so sensitive and needy, almost as if you had transcended what a normal orgasm felt like. You almost unconsciously relish the full body tingling experience and feeling of being completely used, having the whole of your energy spent on pleasure.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see the woman flick the switch again and your pussy again explodes with the familiar cycle. You quickly reach the edge as you have been. Moaning and begging against the ball gag like a whore you realize that the woman wasn’t making any indication that she was going to stop, rather turned the vibration up higher than it had been ever before. Your eyes roll back and you go over the edge and your entire being is consumed with the pleasure between your legs. Waves and waves of ecstasy pass through your body as your brain fill with hormones. Your pussy contracts as your orgasm continues, letting out all the pent up frustration built up over the seemingly endless cycle of edging.
You didn’t think you’d ever stop cumming but as your orgasm dies down you realize that the vibrator on your clit was still buzzing away at your sensitive pussy. The woman had never turned it off. You instinctively try and pull your legs together with no avail against the ropes. The satisfying feeling of orgasm quickly turned into a painful throb and ache as the vibration attacked your worn out clit. It was horrible that something she had felt so humiliated and degraded in begging for orgasm she was now begging for it to stop. Pleading even, you strain against the ball gag, laying in a pool of your own juices trying to get the vibration off your clit, but as you already found it was taped too well to your leg. More tears fall from you as you endure this abuse. Even against your own will your body starts to respond to the stimulation, another, this time painful orgasm starts to build as you cry out. With the vibrator driving your over the edge your eyes roll back again and your back arches as the orgasm fills your body, further exhausting your body as your pussy convulses as product of the stimulation. This orgasm is devoid of pleasure, instead further cementing the painful throb and ache in your pussy from being used and abused as it had, leaving you panting and spent.
The woman finally turns off the vibrator, granting you such relief to be free, surely she had to be finished now right? The woman stands up, turns off the camera and walks out of the room. She returns with a glass of water with a straw, offering it to you. As tired and dehydrated as you were you gulped down as much as you can and then realize that the edges of your vision were blackening, the water must’ve been drugged and you had no idea what else this woman had planned for you.

Shona and Fionne [FFM]

Shona and Fionne are two girls at my school. They are Seniors now and ever since they arrived, they have managed to avoid doing too much at all. They usually scrape passing grades, but just enough to get by, but neither of them are really dumb. Fionne might be, but she is gorgeous, 5’8″ tall, easily a 36-24-36, suicide blonde and as sexy as hell. She thinks she does not need much in the way of brains, just be good looking. Shona is about 5’4″, maybe, but she too is beautiful, and while not in the same size league as Fionne, she would more than fill a 32C cup, dark hair and big blue eyes.

They have both been in my classes since they were Freshmen, so I knew them well. Somehow they have managed to garnish themselves a passing grade in previous years, but no more. The work they had not completed, or more accurately, didn’t bother with is a necessary part of graduating. They had missed too much and now they were is serious danger of flunking their Senior year. No graduation and there were going to be other consequences. I have spoken to their parents, other teachers and to them, but so far, they haven’t lifted their results in my subject any. They were just scraping through their other subjects, but not mine.

Cosplaying [F] [blkmail] [oral] [reluc]

Nikki looks out to the sea of people as they push their way between the tables. So many of them just happy with their lives and doing what they love doing. She sees the collectibles and the joyful conversations and the heated debates; she used to love doing these things as well. Dressing as her favorite character and meeting those that loved that character just as much as she did, taking pictures and sitting in auditoriums just to listen to creators talk. She loved it…

Now, she wasn’t sure about going out dressed as she was; a short purple dress that barely covered the blue and white striped thong that dug into her freshly waxed cunt. The long blue wig that held tight against her head and pulled on her natural blonde hair. Elbow-length gloves, Knee-high purple stockings and red pumps…well those were at least comfortable. She knew many girls that dressed very revealing in their costumes, but it was their choice; this was not hers. It felt like one bad move and the tight thong would either rip or just get swallowed in between her lips, and neither was the optimal choice.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 6 [timestop nc mf]

*Sorry for the late posting, I had a busy day! -author*
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“Jake, please,” Natalia said, putting a hand on Jake’s arm. She and her husband Saul had cornered him on the sidewalk outside his home. “It has been a week. You have done nothing but search for your girl. Come over for dinner.”
“Yeah, come relax,” Saul told him. “One evening won’t hurt. Besides, didn’t you say she sent you a message?”
Jake shook his head. “The notes, the phone messages… they weren’t her. The tone was all wrong, and the content… it’s just a ploy by someone to keep the police out of it. She didn’t leave. She was taken.”
Saul Wexler, Jake’s neighbor, hissed through his teeth. “They can’t track her phone?”
“I think the battery’s been taken out,” Jake replied. “It doesn’t even ring.”
Natalia sighed. “Still,” she said, “it will not harm you to have dinner with us.”
Jake nodded, surrendering to his friends. “I guess I’ve got time.”
Natalia smiled. “Bring Sarah, too,” she said. “We will have a brisket.”
Jake chuckled despite himself. Natalia was tall and gorgeous, with long, dark hair, fantastic breasts, and a vulpine smile that spoke of intrigue and excitement. How Saul, a meek accountant, ever scored a wife as hot as her, he’d never know. It certainly wasn’t because of his sexual performance. In fact, before Petra had disappeared, they had been helping Natalia with that aspect of her marriage; Jake had appeared to her in “dreams” thanks to the suggestibility of people who are frozen in time, fucking her brains out and trying to help her with her goal of conceiving a child.
They’d even groomed her, conditioning her to become aroused whenever Jake was around. That had been just for fun; he had been experimenting with coercion, learning how easy it was to convince people to do things they wouldn’t do otherwise. Like have extramarital sex with a neighbor, for instance. Judging by Natalia’s smile and the way she kept biting her bottom lip when she looked at him, it was working. Petra would be thrilled.
Petra. Jake flinched. In the week since his daughter had vanished, he’d spent months in stopped time. He’d searched entire boroughs of the city, house by house, keeping a record in a notebook of which addresses he had scoured through. So far he had discovered three sex dungeons, four drug labs, and a pretty impressive cache of money and guns that he suspected belonged to some sort of organized criminals. Several anonymous tips had gone to the local police about some of his finds. But nothing had looked remotely like a place where someone might take a kidnapped girl.
There had been no ransom note, no demands, and no sense to the situation. Petra had supposedly left a note explaining that she was leaving, and a second one in Jake’s bag explaining that she had needed to get away from him.
It didn’t add up. Petra was in love with him, and had been almost nonsensically enthusiastic about their incestuous relationship. She had initiated it, and together they had been having the time of their lives. For her to suddenly leave him over an attack of conscience was just ridiculous.
Still, a dinner with Saul and Nat could be just what he heeded. A chance to relax and recharge. And then he would redouble his efforts, searching the entire city if need be. He wouldn’t age while time was stopped, so even if it took decades, he could-
Jake twitched. Something had just touched his hand. He looked down and saw that his fingers had curled around a piece of paper.
“What’s that?” Natalia asked him.
“Nothing,” Jake said, unfolding the paper and looking at it. “I’ll see you this evening. Six o’clock?”
Natalia started to answer, but Jake didn’t hear her. He was too busy walking into his house, retreating from the situation before his hands started to shake with fear and rage, because it wasn’t nothing that he was holding. It was a note.
A note from Petra’s kidnapper.

Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 3 [timestop nc fondling oral]

#—Chapter Three—
*Author’s note: Only one scene left to write before the official book release! Don’t worry, the whole story will continue to be posted here, aside from the bonus novella and scene. Thanks again for reading and for all your comments!*

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[MF] I got reviewed by a random hookup on his blog

This happened back in early July back from a family vacation in Hawaii. I met the guy on a plane from SFO who runs this website and uploads girls he fucks. I gave mine thinking he was joking about the whole thing…supposed to be part of the fake blackmail sex game.

He has since taken it down since I emailed him about it and threatening legal action. Just a few screenshots from the webpage https://imgur.com/a/mYjcV

Not sure if anyone else subscribed to that man or not but his site is actually pretty interesting so low and behold reading all about myself and his “domination” of me as he keeps saying over and over in the blog.

He was intimidating as fuck and trust me I couldn’t avoid talking to him when he was sitting right next to me on the plane. I honestly have issues yes I know but to read about things I didn’t expect other people to know without me telling them was crazy…

I have a thing with older intimidating guys… So yes he got my number…then made plans to fuck me…

Crossdressing Teen with Step-Dad

I was an only child to a single mother for all of my life. Well, that was the case until my Mom started dating Chuck. I was fifteen when fourteen when Mom met Chuck and married him a year later. I wasn’t the typical “young man” and didn’t try to challenge Chuck, who was proud to assert his Alpha male status when Mother wasn’t paying attention. You could say Chuck and I never really got along, although I was glad he made my Mother happy.
Everything changed during the summer of my Junior year in high school. Chuck worked as a handy-man/contractor and owned his own house renovation business. That summer, everything to include myself thought it would be good idea for me to work with Chuck. This would give me some “bonding” time with a father figure and maybe learn some helpful skills for later in life. Not to mention the fact it would give me spending money. I’ve seen the worst of Chuck’s behavior, I’ve dealt with him for a couple years for free, at least this time I would be getting paid.
As anyone in the contactor business know, work isn’t always steady, as I soon found out. Chuck would tell me to take the day off because he couldn’t afford to pay me for the piddle job he had lined up for the day. With Mom at work and Chuck out the house, this gave me the perfect time to play dress up. I’d been crossdressing since I was eleven. For me it was fun and a great way to pass the time while doing some choirs.

[Request] first 3 chapters of a story about an innocent girls first moment of exhibition being used as blackmail to get her to do more and more humiliating and erotic things.

Beth was the youngest child of 3, her two older sisters were about 7 or so years older than her.  While they were related, Beth rarely saw either of them, but even with this distance, they both remained role models to her.

Somewhere in between Beth’s childhood and her sisters teen years, her mother had a mental break, so to speak. Almost overnight, Beths mom became over the top, excessively, religious. This happened when Beth was about 6 or 7. It’s what drove her sisters away.

Throughout school and brief interactions with her classmates, Beth picked up on the fact that she was pretty sheltered and missing out on a lot of experiences and knowledge (of the sexual nature) that others her age were privy to. This of course was because of her mom, but that didn’t become apparent to Beth till years later. By the time Beth was a sophomore in high school, she hadn’t even had a kiss before, though never from lack of interest or desire.

[Blackmail/Transformation][Humil][LossControl] I try to write fetish erotica with a realistic tone and plot. Here’s my first submission here; “Ahead of Time”

“So Simon, in the email you reached out to me you sounded a little desperate for help with, I believe you called it, social anxieties. Is that right?” Dr. Veneger asked, sitting across from me, notepad and pencil in hand.

When frantically looking for a therapist a couple nights earlier, I neglected to look at any of their pictures or even their gender in my haste. So it was to my surprise that Dr. Veneger was not only a relatively young female, but an incredibly attractive one. I had always pictured myself speaking to a male therapist, but since I was already sitting across from this beautiful brunette doctor, I figured why not.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Okay, and I saw you originally emailed me kind of late, I think it was around 11pm or so. Was there any reason for that? I’ve found that that’s the time where impulse decisions thrive.” She asked while simultaneously scribbling on her notepad.

A Very Unexpected Encounter [FM][BDSM] (Very Long)

Having posted a few stories in the /r/rapekink/ subreddit, I started to document an encounter I had that did not fit there. It was suggested I post it here.

The events had profound effect on my life which led me to go into more and more detail. Next thing I know, it became a small novel. A few things have been changed to protect people’s identities and prevent an “I know him” moment. What is written is about 99% as they occurred. The back and forth conversations between me and one of the persons did not always happen as written. Some details have been lost over the years but what is included are things we have said to each other and mirrors how we interact even to this day. The person I had the encounter with helped me write the post and recall the little details.

By breaking things up, each person can go with what floats their boat. Anyone with time (lots of time) can read from start to finish. The first part give some background. Those that want to read about the encounter can do a search and skip to “Part 2.” “Part 3” is a follow up with some insight in the previous chapters. “Part 4” is a strange forced encounter that may not suit everyone’s tastes. Finally there is “Part 5” which in an epilogue to close out the post.