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I pissed off stepmommy. [m19/f39] [stepmom] [femdom]

I pissed off stepmommy

I walk inside the house and get myself something to eat. I haven’t had a meal all day since I was moving back into my dad’s and stepmom’s place over the summer from college. I get my frozen meal out of the fridge, cook it in the microwave, then chew it down and throw the box and tray away. Not long later, my stepmom walks in the house from work. Her name is Lisa. She’s 39, about 5’4”, with dark hair, and hazel eyes. She locks the door behind her and I hear the thumps of her heels on the wooden floor as she walks into the kitchen.

She sets her black work bag on the table next to me. “Good to see you, Brandon.”“Nice to see you, mom.” I respond.

She then stands over me and gently kisses my lips. “Missed you.”“You, too.” I add.

She then goes over to the trash can to throw her empty starbucks cup in her hand away when she sees the pasta dish I cooked. She throws her mug in and slams the trash can lid down with a thud. Read more »

[MF] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Twenty)

I found I could make small circular sweeps in my deprivation, the chain attached above me allowed small movements. However, I could not sit as the length of the chain did not afford me that option. Kneeling and squatting gave little sense of rest, and before long I simply took to standing still.

She was gone. Watching me in someway. My butthole buzzed away. I tried to shake the suckers off of my nipples as the pain took longer than I thought to subside. It was no use. After a while my shoulders began to burn from the strict bondage I was placed in. My palms were sweaty inside the mitts, my feet sore from standing. I tried everything in my power to find any position that gave any part of my body relief. I’m sure time was passing, but I had no way of knowing how much. I tried counting for a while to pass the time but that just seemed foolish. The white noise seemed to slow everything down but also throw me into a half reality, like the split second before you wake up from a dream, but one in which you never actually wake up. It didn’t take long for my mind to start swirling and disappear to bizarre thoughts and fever dreams. I was used to the deprivation from my time spent in my sleep sacks and mummification, but that was always lying down on a soft bed. Never standing, trussed up to the ceiling with your shoulders and nipples aching, burning, crying out in anguish without any sense of relief. Read more »

Woo[f]! My Weekend as a Puppy Woo[f]! (Part II)

**II**

“This is going to be so fun!” I heard the voice exclaim from above me. My girlfriend, my dearest girlfriend, had pawned me off onto a relative stranger that had what I imagine a bigger pet fetish that myself. I was on the ground, my latex boy shorts sat underneath a simple belted harness that held in a faux-pup tail (one that wasn’t also a plug). A matching leather harness cross crossed my shoulders and the two silver rings in combination with the straps held up my perky tits and highlighted my nipples. This was standard puppy attire but I wasn’t aware of who decided this would be my outfit to greet my new owner.

I watched intently the brown, knee length boots as they pivoted left and right and talked to my girlfriend about her weekend plans. Eventually, the focus was turned towards me. Read more »

[FM] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Nineteen)

It was a cold friday morning, aside from the space heater trying it’s hardest to keep the cellar warm, the room was otherwise desolate. Two cupboards were long ago installed on one of the walls, and Michelle took to storing her tools for the weekend out of sight of my curious, concerned eyes. The two windows were at ground level from the outside, long ago painted over, allowing little natural light into my weekend suite. I guessed they were on the driveway side of the house, but I had no way of knowing. A metal pole was cemented into the middle of the room; a customary staple of any basement. A few overhead lights were devoid of any shade or fixture, a simple pull string swung in a circular motion when Michelle turned the nearest one on before starting on my bondage. The floor was grey, recently painted it appeared, and housed a small drain in the middle of the room. Other than a great many metal eyelets drilled into the cement walls and wooden beams in various spots, there was nothing else to observe for now. Read more »

MF Gray Thong [Fsub] [Bondage] [bdsm]

You sat there in the gray thong, crouching down on your tip-toes, ass looking like it was left on a platter. So white, just the right contrast with that gray thong.

Hands tied down with rope, rough brown stock, rope twisting and squeezing so your hands constantly push those pale and plush titties up. Little pink nipples, hard as they are, bring out the red of your hair. Your face looks like it’s starting to hurt, too much strain in your ankles, too much pressure pushing on your tits, maybe your back is starting to ache, but you sit obedient just the same.

There’s a thin mattress laying on the hardwood floor in front of you. It would be so easy to just give up and fall on the soft release, I’m not even in the room right now.

You keep the position, wait on me to come back in and pull on that gray thong. You’re at that point where you’re not sweating but perspiring, skin looks like it’s trying to catch a breath on the hot day. I squeeze one of your pink nipples, I pull it out and pull it again. They sure do have some stretch in them if a person had the inclination for that. Read more »

[MF] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Eighteen)

We talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we had since the day I left her office after signing the new lease. Which is to say, we talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we ever have before. My feminine voice was a chore to keep up, but it was good practice and I enjoyed not only choosing my words carefully and slowly, but it also gave me great reason to ask questions and listen. We talked about bondage and fetish, puppy play and chastity. She frequently would rub my leg, or hold my hand, or marvel at my looks. This all made me feel incredibly happy and truly cared for. A girl likes to be romanced.

I couldn’t help myself, I was too curious, and after my second cocktail I had to ask how she managed to get out of the house dressed like this.

“My husband and I have an agreement”

That statement seemed open ended and didn’t really answer my question, but I understood what she meant. I asked if he knew about me. Read more »

[F] My experience of riding a wooden pony.

I was invited to ride a wooden pony. It was some kind a private show before a number of audiences.

It was an evening in May. I arrived the premises and was led to a garage. The center had been cleared and a triangular wooden pony was in the center of the clearing. There were already a few men and women there.

My heart was beating wildly and I was shaking slightly as I positioned myself next to the pony and waited for instructions. A man ordered me to strip. After I got naked I was instructed to climb over the wooden pony and stand over it. I could feel the wood slightly brushing the protruding flesh of my labia.

After standing over the wooden pony, my wrists were pulled behind my back by a man, and another man tied my wrists together with bondage rope.

Then they knelt below the pony, one on the left and another on the right. They bent and tied each of my ankle with a rope, and then loosely threaded the rope to a metal eyelet screwed into the wood on each side of the pony, behind where I was sitting. Read more »

Captured [ff] [humiliation]

Hello, I’m Daxter Connors, author of super heroine erotica. This is an excerpt from my latest in the Ultra series, *Captured.* For more, please check out my blog — link in comments.

We find our heroine in a perilous situation, bound in tight shibari bondage, having been captured by the deviant known as Alexa, a latex-clad dominatrix and her two bad-girl companions. Will Ultra, AKA Anna Blane, find a way out or submit to Alexa’s whims? This is part of a series dubbed BAD END… so, I suppose, you have your answer…

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*Click click click.*

I turned my head to the left and saw Alexa approaching, her high heels clicking on the cement with every step as she walked slowly, methodically. I huffed and tried again to break the restraints, but again, failed.

“You embarrassed me in front of my girls,” she said, watching me writhe. She knelt down beside me and pulled my head up by the base of my auburn hair. I grimaced, gritting my teeth. “I love the look, shibari,” she said. “Japanese rope bondage. You’ll find that the knots only grow stronger the more you struggle. I made a bet with the girls that it won’t take long to break you,” she said, gripping my hair tightly, then she stood and smiled. Read more »

Part 2 – After [M]y [F]irst time watching 50 shades in the cinema

Continued from Part 1

With her request I wasted no time, calling a taxi, we piled in and made some small awkward talk about the movie in the back. I’m pretty sure the driver knew what was going to happen, the tension was palpable the short drive seeming to take forever before we reached my apartment on the edge of town. “This is nice” she commented, clearly nervous, “it is” I agree, opening the door and leading her up the stairs. “Look, we don’t have to..” “I want to” she cut me off, “really” and her eyes said it, looking up at me her eyes seemed to agree. “Fine, but first” I lean down, outside my apartment door and, with no warning kissed her. It started slow but soon our tongues met and the kiss was deep and lustfilled. Breaking it I whisper in her ear, “as soon as we go in, you’re going to strip, agreed” she just nods, biting her lip, looking somehow both terrified and incredibly aroused. Read more »