“The Resistance” [Script offer, Hypnosis, Slavery, Caution, Interr, M-solo, Humil, Anal, Fdom, JOI, Bd, Ds, MF, Nc, Sm]

*This is a sequel to [“The Hive”](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/6ksskz/the_hive_any_gender_script_offer_hypnosis/), which Mistress Shibby was kind enough to do a [recording](https://old.reddit.com/r/ShibbySays/comments/75ixs7/f4a_the_hive_hypnosisbrainwashingslavedronehard/) of. Please let me know if you’re interested in commissioning work from me.*

 

Good evening, Subject 19. Welcome back to the Project. We’re a little short on time, so hurry up and get undressed. Tonight is going to be more than a simple scouting mission. You’ll be making contact with the local resistance. Risky, I know, but High Command has decided that you’re ready.

Are you naked? Good. Lie back and listen to my voice. I’ll count to ten and you’ll feel yourself floating.

One.

Two.

Three.

You feel the tension leaving your arms and legs.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Relaxation pours into you with every inward breath.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

You feel yourself floating, like you’re ever-so-slightly disconnected from your body. Very good. Now I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Let it take you away, away from your life in this reality. Follow it to another world, one not so dissimilar from the world you know. But with an important difference.

[Exh] [F] Get Down With The Thiccness Part 5

Before I begin with this installment I would like to ask for advice, I will be continuing on with this series however I am looking to start another, I have 2 ideas in mind: First being a series of one off’s with a celeb/character X reader stories OR a shorter (Probably 3 part) series of a real Friends With Benefits relationship that I was in while at university. Let me know your thoughts and I will decide soon. Enjoy this chapter :)

George stood at the entrance of the student bar, disgruntled that THIS was his new place of work. He hated bars, the noise so loud your head could explode was one thing, but the awkwardness of drunk men either trying to start fights with other men or hitting on women who did not want to be hit on made George dislike the setting. He had rushed to the location in a hurry, as he had awoken late by Alexa who barged into his room and almost pulled him out of bed. He blamed her for this placement. She had recommended it because she was close to the manager, Olivia. It was also known to him that Olivia herself, while still a student, was a well respected social manager of the student council (The group which handles events and asks for services which the committee then decide on.) He stepped into the empty bar, the stools and chairs standing on top of the tables, booths which where spotted around the slickly designed area had a variety of cleaning products on them, ready for the opening at noon. George stepped into the bar, silence. He cleared his throat loudly to see if his new manager was there. Still silence. Finally George called out loudly

Hot Dreams [MF] [creampie] [oral] [piv]

“Another late night,” sighed a restless Victoria Rhodes. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

She didn’t bother answering that question as she dragged herself through the front door of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jason Leeroy. She tried not to make much noise. It was past midnight and she was the only one on their floor who worked such erratic hours. Even though she was used to the demands of her job at the law firm, she always seemed out of synch with those around her.

The day still shouldn’t have been that long. Several clients insisted on dragging out basic legal proceedings and, ever the opportunist, she volunteered to cover the overtime. It should’ve been over in time for dinner. Instead, it went past sundown and beyond.

“Hell, I know why I do it,” she muttered as she closed the door behind her. “The real question is why I drag the people I love through the muck?”

Dakota Johnson in Coffee and Cum: An Original Erotic Celebrity Story (read in comments, and let me know what you think)

My girlfriend Dakota Johnson was working at the library when I met her. She seemed sweet and shy, and I gotta admit, I had the hots for her. Maybe she wasn’t glamorous supermodel level hot, but I’ve always been attracted to the pretty, somewhat innocent types. Plus, I could tell that she liked me, too. Always biting her lip, fidgeting with her glasses, trying to hold back a smile when she talked to me. Her blushing cheeks always gave her away. After some time, I convinced her to go out with me, and I began to see her starting to come out of her reserved shell, much to my delight.

It was a Monday morning. We had gone to the local cafe for breakfast and coffee before work. The girl just loved spending time with me. We had been directed to our booth, and had just sat down, when I saw a mischievous smile form across her face. She looked around, before slinking over to scooch up beside me. “*Honey, I’ve got an idea*”, she said in a sweet, but naughty tone. “*Oh*”, I replied, “*and what might that be*?” I soon found out, as I felt her hand sliding up my inner thigh, making its way across my hardening bulge. “*I…wanna make you cum…right here in the cafe*”, she smirked. My cock liked the sound of that. “*But here’s the deal, mister*”, she said, firmly gripping my cock through my trousers, “*You can’t make a fucking sound. No matter how good my soft hands feel around your cock, you’re not allowed to make even a whimper. Sound good*?”

I just wanted to try some blackcock but now i’m a internet Pornstar! MMMMMMMF [gang] [fist] [anal] [hum] [exh]

I thought I would tell you of what I have got myself in to as I still cannot believe it myself! My name’s Sue & work at a printers factory in Derby’ Have been marred for many years with not that much exciting happening along the way as it were! I thought our sex life was ok but that it & me thinking his Cock was an ok size of around 5 inch’s & sex lasting around 5mins being the norm’ The only excitement I get is knowing the lads at work like to get a look at my arse when I am bending over the table to cut the prints to size & I know one even takes pics on his phone thinking I have know idea but this really turns me on’ I must admit I do have a very nice tight ass so do play up to them a bit’ I’m in my late 40’s but still do have a slim fit body. Anyway that all changed around six months ago for the better to ‘simply’ put it’.

An auction in a free use world. [Freeuse, Objectification]

{disclaimer, this is fiction, written by me, from the hollows of my mind. I do not condone actually abuse of women or any other outlandish idea my mind came up with.}
If this is the wrong thread, tell me and I’ll gladly move it.

Hello, this is my first shot ever at writing erotica. Pointers and comments welcome. I rather enjoyed the challenge it brought trying to actually write a story rather than just a written play-by-play of a porno.

Alex woke up early this morning. As a 19 year old collage student, fresh on summer leave, and a trust fund child from old money, he didn’t really have a reason to get up. Except the auction! Oh yes, the auction. He had nearly forgotten. It was a stroke of luck that the date and time of the auction and his free time from school, lined up. His family usually only went to one of the bi-yearly, Capercoa Auctions. Alex’s father always said the products and wares sold in the winter were never as good. Alex was often too young to understand or attend. Depending on the wares sold on particular days, children were barred from entering. But now that had passed and he was old enough to participate fully. The New World laws had laxed some and he was eager to see what these changes brought.

Becoming Her Venice Bitch [MF] [Celeb] [Dream] [Fdom] [Feet]

Hey there, been a lurker for quite some time so I decided to make an alt account and post this which is based on a wet dream I had once that I still get turned on and jerk of to. There will be a TL;DR at the bottom aswell

First a short background, I [M 20] get more turned on by dominant girls and I also have a foot fetish, love teasing and facesitting. I also wanna say that being descriptive and good writing aren’t my strongest fortes, just know that I’m really trying my best and don’t judge me to much. Constructive criticism is appreciated though :). Anyways.

It begins with me laying down naked in a beautiful garden with my hands tied, out comes the queen herself Lana Del Rey wearing a blue summer dress, flower crown on her head and plateau heels. She stops next to and bends down to unbuckle her shoes, as she does she looks towards me, smiles and says how I’m gonna beg for her mercy by the end, she gets up and as she does and walk, her shoes are left behind and out come the most beautiful feet I have ever seen.

Rub-a-dub daydream (MF)

I’ve made it to Friday morning, but the week has left me drained, unmotivated and utterly useless at work. Longing for a nice quiet day off, or just a nice quiet day at work where nothing breaks and nothing needs to be accomplished, I find myself daydreaming of a nice, long, hot soak in a big bathtub.

I picture one of those bathrooms you only see in the movies or tours of celebrity’s homes…the ones that seem to go on forever… beautiful marble and glass brick walls…. huge walk in shower with a shower system that puts water out like a waterfall… and of course, the big bathtub.

Celebrity Erotica Fiction stories

Hello there, I am here to share a little gift with you all. I am the co-owner of a website dedicated to celebrity erotic fiction and we have been looking for a place to share our site. We specialize in erotic fiction stories that feature celebrities and famous names as well as fan fiction.

Our site is called [Celebrity Story Site](https://celebritystorysite.com/index.php). If anyone here is interested in our stories, we hope you enjoy the content we have on display. We have over 600 stories from over 30 authors. If you’d like to join us, you can register for free. Our community is lively and we look to keep growing.

Whistle-blowers (WikiLeaks fanfic) Chapters 1-3

**Chapter 1: The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019**

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead, sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight.

The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there, still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room.