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Taming of the Fox

( M/f, noncon, bondage, orgasm control/denial, aphrodisiac, humiliation, mindbreak, magic)

For years, the fox spirit Kyu had been terrorizing a small village. She would come in the night, seduce the men, and trick them into giving her anything she pleased. Or worse, sometimes cursing some unfortunate fellow. She gave no thought of her sick games, considering the mortal townspeople beneath her.

The town had had enough, but whag could they do? They were simple laborors, farmers. They were no match for the spirit’s powerful magic. Word spread of the town’s despair, and eventual the story of the terrible Fox Witch reached the renowned monster hunter, Yurio.

Yurio was a young man, in his early 30’s. He’d hunted and killed many monsters and demons. His skills would usually cost thousands, but this… Yurio decided he would do for free. He had just the plan for the trouble making fox spirit. He traveled to the town, gathered everyone to the town square. He told them not to leave their houses that night, and to place a bunch of valuables in a tent in the center of town.

“Don’t worry,” he assured the worried townfolk. “all your belongings will be returned to you come morning.” Read more »

Lesbian Factory

( F/F, Noncon, brainwashing, straight-to-gay, bondage, cunnilingus, no penetration, etc )

Jen woke up with a groan and a ringing in her ears. Her head felt heavy, like she was wearing a helmet, and despite opening her eyes, her surroundings remained dark. She could’t move, either, her body strapped down in an ‘x’ position. Before she could really process what the hell was going on, question where the fuck she was, a loud ‘ding!’ sounded in the room.

“Subject Awake, paging Dr. Ryder.”

The table Jen was strapped to lurched suddenly, causing her to yelp and resume struggling in her bonds. Soon, she was upright, as if standing, but held securely in place by metal straps around her arms, legs, ankles, wrists… her hips too seemed to be strapped down. As if someone flipped a switch, suddenly her vision returned- albeit obscured by some kind of blue screen-like visor. She was indeed wearing some kind of helmet that covered her whole head. Her vision returned just in time to see the ‘doctor’ enter the room. Read more »

[MFM] How my extremely shy girlfriend ended up spending an entire weekend getting fucked by my buddy and I –Part 1–Setup, and The Sex Shop

Disclaimer: I am not into humiliation or big alpha male men claiming my gf in front of my while I jerk off in the corner. I have no issue with people that enjoy that but this isn’t that sort of story.

Me and my buddy who is featured in this story go way back, and we have a very bro type relationship. This is reflected in the way we interact with each other. The texts we sent to each other are word for word. And when my gf texts him she isn’t some sort of sexting queen, and he is trying to respect boundaries.

I’m trying to keep the story as reflective of the truth as I can. The only reason I could go on with the things the story describes is precisely because we are so close, and because I trust him.

The dynamic is that of me breaking down barriers and bringing my friend into our sex life and having fun, not that of my friend seducing my gf and her being enthralled by his alphaness. If it sounds like something you’re on board with, read away. Read more »

[F4M] Discord NON CON roleplay?

>I want to start out by saying my schedule varies. Sometimes I can’t respond for days, other times I can go back and fourth for some time. Looking for someone that can wait for me to respond and not ghost. I have tried this a couple times and I get it this prompt isn’t for everyone but I get partners that start it but ghost after we get into the prostitution part. Wanting to do a roleplay of being forced into becoming a cheap street prostitute. Ideally a young innocent naive girl. (18 of course) The kind you see on the street corner. I don’t see her ever liking it and only stays because of fear. The pimp should keep his girls inline with fear and threat of using violence. I need to feel the pain and see the marks on my body where such tactics where used. I want this to be some sort of organized prostitution with many girls, maybe some sort of organized crime with a midlevel pimp. Not looking for the boyfriend method. Maybe she somehow tries to do some modeling an ends up at a modeling agency really just a recruitment place for the pimps. She is told it’s a shoot for anti trafficking and during the shoot is
slowly put into more restraints in the end being hogtied and gagged before telling her about her situation. Maybe her father is a member in a rival gang and she is kidnapped and put to work to punish her father. Just ideas, open to others. I’m not particular on how she gets there Though . I’m figuring on playing a young naive innocent girl. A virgin who really doesn’t know the way the world works. Someone maybe from a poor family but used to comfortable living. , maybe book wormish look
with glasses and dressing in unrevealing conservative clothes to start. Need a dominate to play both the pimp and johns. kinks– bondage, Humiliation, degradation, rough, pain, submission. Branding or being tattooed to mark ownership, confinement, man-handled, Misogyny, Non-consent. forced, choked, slapped, Risk of exposure, dehumanization, micromanagement control (Not sure the term but think dog recalls, sit, stay, bathroom control, etc) Basically treat me like shit. I crave the abuse of a man, the slap of mans hand on my face, the slap of mans belt on my body the bruises a man leaves behind, I love the abuse of a man, I need it. 3rd person semi paragraph. DO NOTLIKE DISCORDS MESSENGER. PREFER DISCORD.

Claras Bar Debt [Extreme humiliation] [Non Con] [Piss play] [Bondage] [Throat Fucking] [Public Exhibition]

Claras mouth gagged as the stench of Urine, alcohol, and smoke filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered as the 7 inch member lodged inside her throat refused to give way as her nose pressed against the pubic hair of a stranger she never met before.

This had been Claras life for the past 2 weeks. Two weeks since her life of luxury had been flipped upon its head and she became nothing more then a mere cum and piss dumpster for greasy old men in this dingy old bar.

Prior to this Clara was a Con artist, and a damn good one at that. She prided herself on her seduction skills and her ability to con any man out of each and every dollar in his pocket. Her most recent endeavor was spiking mens drinks at a local bar and bringing them back to hotels with her.

By the time they’d reach the hotel room they would pass out before even being able to take her top off. Clara would simply smirk in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had. Read more »

Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed, [Blackmail], [NC], [Bondage]. [MFM], [FF] PART15

As they were leaving, Earl turned to the others and said “See you around”, and winked at Bruce. Dani had disappeared in the bathroom, probably to brush her teeth after giving Earl a mediocre Blow Job. He thought to himself, ” Vicki could teach her a thing or two, may have to look into that”. When they got to the cart he turned to her and said “looks like the two of you had a good time”. Without looking his way she said “I don’t want to talk about it”. “Hmm…well, I must say I’d have rather been with you myself, Dani is willing enough, but she could use a good mentor”. The look in Vicki’s eyes as she turned to him said “fuck you”. It made him laugh out loud. Read more »

A woman from OKcupid introduced me to gas mask asphyxiation play. [MF]

I found her on OKcupid, we’d spent weeks texting and a few phone call before she felt comfortable meeting me in person. We kept it casual with a trip to the local coffee bean, it’s a cheap way to gage if there’s anything worth pursuing. I’d made the mistake of judging her by her appearance. She’s fair skinned, her neck is long and slender. She was tall, at least my height in her little platform flats. Her hair was mostly brunette but it had a prominent addition of auburn in it, she considered herself a ginger. She wore a yellow sundress she’d asked me to look out for with patterns of orange swirls. She wasn’t wearing makeup, she “didn’t believe in it”. But her eyebrows were expertly taken care of, and her skin was meticulously moisturized head to toe.

No tattoos, no piercings, no bags under her eyes. I’d just finished draining my social circles in a heavily metal community of dating prospects, so she seemed tame by comparison. I felt like I was a noticeable contrast. It was hot so I was wearing a light pair of black shorts, a breathable grey button down over a black tank top. I wore my hair combed back with coconut oil and a pair of knock off raybands. My skin is already light brown but the work I’d done outside had lightly tanned a shade or two darker onto me. Read more »

Wait [orgasm withholding] [Mdom] [MF] [bd]

They fumbled with the code in the door, darkness growing around them as the sun sank below the horizon. They’d been driving all day and were exhausted from travel. The AirBnB was quaint and tiny.

She dropped her bags on the floor and flopped down on the nearest bed, reveling in the soft blankets, pressing her face into the pillows and inhaling deeply. As she relaxed with a deep sigh, he climbed on top of her, pressing her, face-down, deeper into the bed. She struggled against him weakly.

“Come now,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve let you tease me all day, wiggling along to the music on the radio. I’m ready to blow off some steam.”

He pressed her chest down with one arm while reaching up her skirt with the other, his fingers searching up her thighs and hooking around her underwear. He lingered for a moment, caressing her lower lips, causing her to whimper and wiggle.

“Already wet, you slut,” he hissed, encouraged by the way her body responded to his touch. “You know the rules: do as I say, and we both have a good time. Cum before I say, and you will be punished.” Read more »

Tendrils [*/f]

Oh, goodness, but Ms. Strumpfenfitz has really outdone herself.

I’m well taken care of, you know. I am watered regularly and the temperature stays comfortably tropical with a misting and ventilation system that keeps things luxuriously damp. A couple of weeks ago, she started to play music for me. I know there is some debate on whether plants enjoy music – most of us are stone deaf and possess no more of a nervous system than your average floorboard – but I just *adore* music in my greenhouse and I think I could become a sort of aficionado of several genres, given time and exposure. She noticed my affinity when she brought in a TV the other day so that she might watch a collegiate women’s gymnastics program whilst attending to her collection of delicate little bonzai trees. Such lovely musical arrangements during the floor exercise. I couldn’t help but that some of my tasting tendrils caressed the screen, tracing the contours of a cute little blonde who had caught my attention. Read more »