Alternative History 101 – [Yng][NC][Gang][Blkmail][Torture][Rough]

This is a fictional alternative history of my first time remotely exploring this kink to an adjacent degree. I, in real life, took some very stupid actions that could have resulted in a different result for me and this is an erotic look at such an alternative. Please, for the love of God, do not try to duplicate my experience the way I did. There are much safer avenues like Fetlife to explore ones issues and kinks and I happily recommend those. This is not intended to be fully realistic but an exploration of fantasy while I sit around the house today. Real rape is horribly abusive and traumatic. All that said now, enjoy ;)
 
Alternative Histories 1: by Badsammie

I scrolled through the messages I had gotten back on Craigslist one more time. I thought I had settled on the man I planned to meet, and had almost replied back, when the urge had hit me to look through everything one last time. He seemed safe, but something was niggling the back of my mind and I couldn’t place why. So, venturing through all the replies that had seemed promising, I pulled up what had been my backup.

Yoga Instructor turned Hotwife and Whore [MF]

On the outside, my husband and I live a normal life. We have ordinary goals, dreams, aspirations, fears. I portray the girl next door – the girl you probably grew up with all your life. We live in New York City. He has a stable career in HR, I’m a Yoga Instructor. If you’ve seen a cute woman walking in yoga pants, that may have well been me. We are your typical 20s/30s young urban professionals, but without the entitled wealth or pretentious importance.

However, hidden deep down, people would be shocked at our perverted, sexual thoughts. My husband first introduced me to the role of a Hotwife. This world of kink, of objectification was something that I fell in love with. My husband, my mentor, my Dom, shared his love, support and confidence that allowed me to find my trophy slut role.

Dirty Dancing and onward [MF] [Rough] [Rape] [Long] [Choke] [Blkmail] [Pee] [Beast]

**DIRTY DANCING – PART 1**

Finals and studying were killing her, driving her crazy as the semester wound down. It was all she could do to stay focused anymore. The grind of it all was just smothering her. It’s why she was here tonight. To let loose a little bit, to recharge and refresh and then start back up the next day. Sammie didn’t feel like it was too much to ask for.

Normally she went out to the bars to dance with her friends, a group of wing-man supporting, sabotaging, and protecting each other from too much excess. Sammie wanted the excess tonight however, but within reason. She was in a relationship after all and saw a future in it. But a bit of a buzz, a bit of a grope, and maybe even some kisses wouldn’t hurt anything.

With that thought in mind, she had dressed in a nice red dress and black heels, tall, and no bra. She did wear a thin black thong that barely could keep a breeze away, much less a wandering finger. She called for her Uber and shortly before 11 she arrived at a decent bar. She’d been there before and they were always busy. Keeping it simple with occasional vodka shots, plus whatever beer random guys sent her way in a desperate bid for her attention, she got drunker far faster than she expected. She’d been drunk before, sloppily even, so that was nothing new.

Mothers and step-daughters [MF][MF]

Its been a while, sorry for the misspellings but I am about to board. This was definitely the weirdest and most awkward situation I was ever in.

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I started a ‘barely friends with benefits’ relationship with a young widow (40ish) who was looking to get back out there and wanted me as a stop-gap to re-integrate herself into ‘the scene’. Lets call her Laura. This was put to me at work in my bar one night in a very business like manner. She had only being with 1 guy in 10 years and wanted to prepare herself. As it was a negotiation I told her that I would agree but that I had specific tastes. I didn’t but I thought I may as well have fun so I asked her what was off the table. She didn’t want Anal, bi sex or group.

Other than that she would be willing to try everything. So I told her that I would send her a list of stuff. She was fine with that but asked if she could have them delivered them to my apartment as she didnt want her step-daughter seeing them.

Any cock will do for this little slut [M/F] [humiliation]

in Pete’s bed I couldn’t help but think what a slut I was.

What a dirtly little slut. There was no better way to say it. How else would you explain a hot 18 year old girl in bed with a 25 year old obese nerd, still living with his parents.

I don’t want to be mean, Pete was always a good friend. But that was just it, a friend. I never would have said I was attracted to him – I still wouldn’t And trust me, I would not admit to this to anyone.

But something about the the quiet hum of his fan, laying next to him on his bed, just watching a movie on his laptop was relaxing.
Then he put his hand on my back and gently started rubbing it – completely friendly and platonic, it felt great. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sweet touch of a dear friend.

How was he supposed to know that massages are my weakness? I’m sure it started off innocent enough in his mind… or did it?

Forbidden: Dominating Diana [MF, blackmail, degradation]

So I’ve been working on this for the past few days. Decided to post it here to see if it’s any good lol. I’ve never written smut before, so I’d really appreciate it if you tell me what you think. Reddit isn’t nice with formatting, and this story is too long for me to edit, so I’m just going to link it in a google doc. Oh yeah, disclaimer I guess, there’s kinda incest stuff going on, but it’s not blood related so there’s that.

[https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J9Izs15iR3uSxAhbscqdNBO7iEJskBbTQwJ-oERKwTE/edit?usp=sharing](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J9Izs15iR3uSxAhbscqdNBO7iEJskBbTQwJ-oERKwTE/edit?usp=sharing)

One Little Mistake pt 5. [blackmail] [dubcon] [deception]

Chapter 5 – Escalation

I stare at my phone. He wants daily pictures now. And he wants nudity. How in the hell-

My alarm goes off on my phone letting me know my 15 minute break is up. I gather myself as best I can and get back to work.

Later that night I’m laying in bed, playing on my phone as Court changes. For most of the evening I’ve managed to look at her the same way as I always have, as the woman I love most. But now, seeing her naked back, I imagine another man looking down on her as he takes her from behind… Her short red hair falling along the sides of her face… Her pale 38C breasts bouncing with each thrust…

To be honest, yes I does hurt to think about but… I remind myself yet again she’s never givene reason to doubt her. I know her love lies with me and I know it was just a drunken mistake. A mistake that lead to blackmail…

But she can never know. She will though if I don’t supply Ethan with what he wants though. So how?

One Little Mistake pt. 4 [MF] [blackmail] [dubcon] [cheating]

Chapter 4 – More Confessions

“What do you mean he confirmed it?” I reply, shaking a little.

“Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?”

I don’t reply. I don’t need him to spell it out but I also have no idea what to say. I thought about this this morning but I didn’t actually imagine that it was true.

Ethan replies again in my silence: “Smh. I guess I do have to spell it out. Scott fucked Court a few years ago when we were in college. There. That simple enough for you?”

“I… I just don’t understand… I mean… How? How could something like that happen?” I somehow find the nerve to send that message.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t there that night.”

That jogs a memory in my mind then. “Wait. You weren’t always there?”

“No. I missed one if our little drinking sessions. It’s too bad too cuz I was the one that really wanted Court. Smh. That one damn time…” Then, without warning, Ethan gives me the details Scott gave him.

One Little Mistake pt. 3 [MF] [blackmail] [dubcon]

Chapter 3 – Payment

With that last message Ethan signs off. I try going back to my video game but I can’t focus on anything but the conversation I just had. I shut the game down and try to think.

Are there any alternatives? Some way for me to fake the pics? Well… No. He’s seen the real thing. He’d know if it was Photoshop. Plus, I have no experience with Photoshop nor do I know anyone that does. Shit. How do I-

“Cutie!” Court calls out as she opens the door.

I gasp, throw on a smile to make it seem like nothings wrong and say, “Hey you!”

Putting her stuff down, Court leans over and gives me a kiss. I kiss her back, smiling as I do, the past hour gone from my mind. It comes back soon enough though. After we settle in for the night, curled up together in our chair watching YouTube or Netflix… my mind races.

It continues to race as we head to bed. Climbing in with my phone, I look up and see Court changing. I glance down at the camera button on my screen and consider… But then she’s done and climbing in next to me. She yawns, leans over gives me a kiss and says, “Night night, baby.”