[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Four)

I woke to my cock begging for freedom. Straining inside the metal chastity device. Luckily I had no need to use the bathroom. I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t even know exactly what room I was in inside my own apartment. I ached, and would have loved nothing more but to stretch. I could tell this particular cage was a touch bigger than the one Michelle kept in her office, I wondered for a while if she had these laying around, or had purchased at first when I was incessantly making passes.

I attempted to slide my hood off, more because I wanted to know if I could rather than needed it off. I was in complete darkness. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry. A few barks echoed off of my walls, an attempt to figure out if Michelle was here. If she ever actually left. I was met with silence. Finally my cock went flaccid and I fell back asleep in my bondage.

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Three)

I stayed as silent and still as I possibly could. Luckily I settled into a decent resting spot on my side before the opportunity to move was no longer allowed. Any movement would not only rattle the cage but jingle my collar bells. The added issue was that I had no idea how loud anything would be given true earplugs lodged into my ears. One thing was certain: my cock remained hard. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing and thought about her feet rubbing those sheer stockings over my throbbing member.

I could hear only sounds emitting deep bass. The reverberation of a chair sliding against the wooden floor. A drawer or cabinet closing shut. Eventually I was sure that a door had closed, as a breeze made it’s way into the cage and sprinkled goosebumps over my skin. I was drooling at this point from my ballgagged mouth.

Utter humiliation.

Palace Athena Part 2 [Lesbian][Sex club][Domination][Humiliation][Foot worship][Clit torture][slight body morph][water bondage][electrocution]

I am anxiously waiting for the car. I am so excited for tonight’s visit to Palace Athena. Last time proved to be a success. In preparation I have bought a new dress. Hopefully this one survives the night. It is white and tight. And a very big cleavage. When is the car coming? I have been ready for hours. I hope the driver hasn’t gotten sick or anything. She is ten minutes late. Where is she? I walk out into the kitchen. Maybe I should get a shot while I am waiting. I pour myself a glass of the strongest drink I have and down it in one go and then walk to the window. The car has now arrived. I hurry myself out there whilst not trying to make it too obvious I am hurrying. When I sit down in the car I ask the driver…

-What took you so long?

She is silent. She is just looking at me. Examining my breast and my hips. She drives away. The ride is long and it feels even longer due to me being so goddamn horny and excited.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 5 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Taylor was helpless to my advances. She was currently being held in place by over a dozen tentacles. They were wrapped around her torso, her wrists, shoulders, calves, and thighs. Many more wrapped around her breasts squeezing them as small mounts kissed and sucked her flesh. Inside her still intact panties the same thing was happening all around her crotch but all of them only teasing, simply kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh around her pussy. Only one was firmly attached to her clit. It periodically sucked her sensitive little bud sending waves of pleasure through her. I didn’t even have to check to see if she was turned on, her soft moans and heavy breathing gave her away.

As I approached her on my hands and knees she pleaded me to stop, but I ignored her for now. The ache and need I felt couldn’t go on anymore. The monster had pushed me to the breaking point again it seemed. And it was only giving me one way out. I would have done nearly anything at this point.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 4 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

For the rest of the day I felt the dull ache of arousal continue. I couldn’t tell whether it was because the monster was making me feel it or I was actually just that horny. It was like a constant throbbing in my groin that never seemed to stop. Not matter how hard I concentrated or worry about the events that were going to unfold later. My dame pussy just continued to throb and pulse. My panties remained fully soaked with my juices as I counted the minutes until 4pm.

As soon as the clock struck the hour I was up, and walking out the door to my car. A quick stop at Lowes providing me with a full height mirror that was nearly as big as me. It barely fit in my car, but I managed and by 5 I was home. I leaned it up against my wall in my living room and stared at it. Almost waiting for the monster to emerge. But it didn’t, it’s voice did though.

***Good Alexis. You have served me well. I may just let your needy body orgasm tonight.***

Early Release for Naughty Behavior [MF][Str8][BD][Heavy MDom][Sci-Fi][Prost][Dystopian]

I flipped past the eighth page of mugshots with a sigh. Too fat. Too skinny. Too young. Too old. I amazed myself at how quickly I had reduced these women into their base attributes. It had been a struggle on those first pages when I made sure to read each of their names, crimes, and sentences. I kept trying to find their story- what got them into this binder for thousands of men like me to flip through. It was easy to feel sorry for them, to think as those filthy Traditionalists did and think for a moment that this was inhumane and unjust. Around the fifth page though, it had become increasingly easy to just see them for what they were, state property to be used to get off with.

Only three types of people looked through these binders regularly: the elite, the lucky, and the seriously aggrieved. I was just happy to be on the right side of the slum gates, and I wasn’t feeling very lucky after the murder of my wife by a civil unit. Most people came to an office like this one at least once in their lives, but it was prohibitively expensive for most to come regularly. I never saw the appeal in it myself, but now I had a lifetime complete access pass.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 3 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

I could feel a bright light on my face. It was warm. I felt safe. My eyelids slowly fluttered open. My eyes taking a moment to adjust to the brightness in the room. There was a soft bed sheet under me. As my eyes focused I began to realize that I was in my own bed. I was naked. It was morning. But I was alive. I shifted my weight, testing my legs, and then arms. Everything still worked. My body was a little sore, especially my groin and my breasts. But I was alive. I was sure the monster would kill me right then and there. I sat up quickly.

“Shit, the monster!” I gasped looking towards the only mirror in my bedroom. It looked perfectly normal, there were no black tentacles seeping from it. There was nothing. But I had learned my lesson this time. Quickly throwing on a t-shirt and sweats I immediately grabbed the biggest garbage bag I had in the house and set on collecting the mirrors. Smashing each one before neatly picking up the pieces and placing them inside. I saved the large one inside my bathroom for last. It took the most about of time and nearly its own garbage bag. Once I was done I took both bags downstairs to the communal garbage disposal and then returned to my room finally feeling safe.

Locked in and to Femininity [X-Post r/genderotica][OC][Bondage][NonCon][Gender Play][Anal]

A young man wakes up after a night of drinking, but his one night stand is not as temporary as (s)he thinks it is.

**Warning**, contains non-consensual scenes.

 

 

#Coupled

 

I awoke to a ringing inside my head, and blurred senses. Like any other friday night I had gone out on the town with my friends, and like any other saturday I was now feeling the repercussions. I groaned and blinked awake, expecting to see the clock at my bedside but instead was greeted by a blast of perfume and wavy blond locks. “Whatever happened last night, it was worth it” I thought. Hoping breakfast would keep her around long enough to get her number, I decided to fight the hangover, rise from bed, and start cooking.

 

Sitting up, my torso stiff and my chest heaving for air, my peripheral caught an odd glimpse as the covers slipped away. Swathed in maroon knit were two globes where my pecs should’ve been. Looking down at this foreign voluptuous chest, feeling the soft maroon turtleneck against my chin, a cascade of straight brunette fell past my cheeks and groped the sides of my chest. Panicking, I kicked my legs out from the covers, my black sheer stockings slid easily across the bed, my pleated skirt swished across my lap, and I heard my patent heels clack on the floor.

Night One (Bondage) (Adultery) (Degradation)

Her dainty fingers lightly grasped at the ropes that bound her wrists above her head, hanging her from the ceiling like a piece of livestock. The rope burned, and scratched into her soft, pale flesh lit only by the softest of candlelight. “You d-don’t have to do this s-sir…” she mewled out softly between her raspy breathing, and racing heart. “I do” his voice sung out softly from behind, just inches from her head. His voice was a nice mix between a baritone, and a tenor. Not too deep, and not too high pitched.

With a grunt, she yanked at the ropes to try, in vain, to get herself out. “Trust me…you aren’t going anywhere” he hissed against her ear. His breath hot, flush against her soft, perspiring flesh. “Y-you said you j-just wanted to g-get drinks! M-my husband…h-he’ll be missing me!” she whimpered, trying her hardest to persuade him. “Don’t worry about him. I took care of it. He got a call about ten minutes ago from his boss stating that he needed to stay late to go over some extra paperwork” he said calmly as the sound of his footsteps faded into the background. “W-what is it that you w-want s-sir? I d-don’t have any money!” she mewled, big, blue eyes wide with fear, and just the slightest bit of pleasure. Her body was betraying her mind. Every single synapse was firing off, telling her to get the fuck out. To break her wrists, and bolt for the door, but his dominance, that voice, the way he spoke to her. Her body was obeying his command to stay.