[M]y first submission to a [F]emale happened at Burning Man

y first experience submitting to a female dominant makes a good first story. It happened at Burning Man several years ago. I was riding an art car, this one was a large bus with one of the long sides completely removed so people could hop on. All the seats were removed and replaced with pillows and blankets.

I saw one girl being … admired .. by two guys. It looked like a couple amateurs trying to submit to a seasoned femdom. Granted, I didn’t have much experience with male submission to compete with them, but by this point had plenty of experience in BDSM and Dom/sub activities in the reverse role (it had simply been much easier to find partners or girlfriends that wanted to submit).

I made my way to her, and made some confident sounding soundbite — I don’t remember exactly what I said but the gist was I thought I knew I could outperform the current guys. She suggested I try worshipping her, starting at her feet, and within a couple minutes she dismissed the other two guys.

She had to much – [MF][NC][Drugged][Bar][m+]

She stumbles, smiling but unsure why, her movements uncertain and awkward. She is sweating heavily from all the dancing; unfocused, trying to remember where she sat down her purse. She knows she came here with friends but she got distracted, drunk, and she can’t find them now. Did they leave her, thinking she herself had already left? If she could find her purse, she could call them. Instead, she stumbles, her hand sliding along the wall. Her hair is disheveled, her short skirt riding high; her left heel is broken from an earlier stumble. She leans against the wall as the room spins again.

He notices she doesn’t see him approach as she rests against the wall as the world twirls around her. He’s been watching her though. She’s drunk, of course, but probably a bit slow too. She clearly didn’t notice him drop anything into her drink. That’s when the waiting game had begun for him. She had been slutting it up, teasing men, himself included all night, thinking she could play her games. She would learn tonight that other people can play games as well. He steps close and lifts her chin, her eyes dull and glassy. She barely reacts when he leans in and kisses her, deeply, cupping her ass, pulling her against him. He feels her kiss him back, but she struggles too, like her brain is on autopilot, and can’t decide what she should do.

The Slave Who Loved Me – Part 1 – [MF][Romance][Slave][Latex]

Drew paused outside the black steel gates of Maplewood Manor. The rain pattered down on his umbrella. Up the driveway, a corporate party for which he was late raged into the night.

It’s the biggest building for miles, Mr. Keswin had said in his invitation. You can’t miss it! “Damn straight,” sighed Drew, pushing open the gate and heading for the door.

As the Assistant CFO of the biggest name in the auto industry, Drew Chaffer had something of an obligation to attend the party. How he hated parties. In Drew’s eyes, they were nothing but massive crowdings of people with tiny attention spans fueled by needle drugs and loud music. He’d much rather be at home watching a war movie or playing his piano.

Drew’s plan to stay for one, maybe two hours before making a French exit was foiled almost immediately when Mr. Keswin himself greeted him at the door.

“There he is!” he said with a grin. The slightly overweight engineer with a receding grey hairline and navy blue suit extended his left hand for a handshake, the other occupied by a glass of some pink beverage. “So glad you could make it! We were beginning to think you weren’t coming. Ah, who were we kidding? I knew I could count on you.”

Sleeping with my Dealer… [MF]

I’ve always liked to write. The past years have definitely led me to some crazy experiences, and now that I slowed down a little I thought it’s a good time as any to share one of them.

This story starts in the first semester of my freshman year of college. I had just moved across the ocean to go to University and everything was so new. Ever since graduating, my high school group of friends and I spent the summer doing shit and getting high. I had become quite the stoner and the urge to smoke was definitely packed into the six suitcases of stuff I had on me. I quickly realized my roommates weren’t big fans of weed, so I met a group of people I could chill and smoke with. It also helped that one of those people was a dealer.

Fucking a virgin at a house party [MF]

Sophomore year of college I started dating an Auburn haired beauty named Cara. She was tall and a bit wide (basketball player) but with a doll like face and perky tits.

She came from a super religious background so it took some time to get to the point of this story.

We had been dating about six months. We still hadn’t fucked. But she had gotten enthusiastic about her blow jobs. We learned she had a certain skill that to this day no other woman has duplicated. I’m not a small guy so this hasn’t happened since. Cara had no gag reflux at all and loved to deep throat me.

She also loved me eating her out. Something that was relatively new addition to our fun. It was really slow going with her.

One night we had plans to visit some friends of hers for a welcome home party for a friend who had been at basic or something like that. Don’t kill me on details this was long ago.

There were four other couples there, oddly no single people.

coke fueled [MFF] threesome quasi failure

This was 20 years ago, with a girl I was FWB with, sometimes dating, never really knowing where things sat.

Chrissy. She was intelligent, cute, tall, thin, and bi. She had a surprise for my birthday. Her name was Kate. Chrissy was giving me a threesome for my birthday!

Kate came to my house, while Chrissy was stuck in traffic, or running late, or any of the other reasons she was late to everything. I’d never met Kate up to this moment, but she was very friendly, very flirty, and pretty hot. We talked for an hour, having drinks, and joking that we should just start without Chrissy.

Eventually Chrissy showed up. Kate gave her a huge hug, and we all went to the living room. More drinks were poured, laughs were had, and clothes were coming off slowly.

Hot tub time! Ahhhh. Shit. It’s not hot. The heater died.

Ok, minor thing, back to the house. More drinks, and completely naked now.

Kate’s body was awesome. Tiny tits, nice hips, dark skin in contrast to Chrissy’s pale white, un-tanable skin.

[Paranormal] Witch Cult Today – Hot Flashes

Maya walked through the dark, chamber–robe dragging the dirt floor as she passed between through the audience of similarly cloaked figures. The air was thick with incense and lit only by the dark, handmade candles. Brenna waited for her on the dais, the statue of Bophomet looming tall behind her. As she climbed the steps, the two women’s eyes met and there was a moment for them to talk privately before the ceremony commenced.

“I’m proud of you,” Brenna whispered with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve come a long way. Are you ready?”

“I am.” Her stomach twisted with nerves.

“Then we’ll begin.” Brenna stepped past her and to a lectern where she addressed the gathering. “Sisters and brothers, you know I have been preparing a new member for our family. You have waited patiently in silence, never revealing yourselves but watching from the shadows. With her education complete, a new sister is prepared to join our ranks. Please, begin the ceremonial chant of passage as I lead her through the final rites.”

Reaching the Lost and Forgotten (Ymiri Chapter 7) Warhammer 40k adult themed story series (NSFW,Non Consent, Slavery)

The following is a filler chapter that sets the next stages for the story series ‘The Ymiri Saga’. A Heavily Adult Themed story series set within the Warhammer 40k Universe. It introduces the next players and some dialog with some of the main characters…enjoy

It had taken them a long time to reach this far out into the galactic north, a fact further complicated by the need to remain in cryo slumber for a portion of the journey.

The flicker zone, it was an apt name. The very outer edges of the astronomicon where the ‘projections’ at its limits wax and wane by about a hundred light years, makes travel to the very frontiers in any direction a dangerous undertaking, even moreso with the galactic north and northeast, a region beset by vicious temporal storms within the warp that even gellar fields cannot fully shield against on their own, hence the need for cryogenic stasis when travelling through these areas.

He glanced at the hololithic projection before him, the stellar constellations where the so called Gamenor Frontier presented themselves, a collection of about sixty star systems, grouped locally into clusters between 5 to 12 stars each became highlighted. Dominated mostly by old Rogue Trader houses that had fled here with imperial refugees and outcasts during the 36th millenium.

The Price of Resistance (Ymiri Chapter 5, NSFW)

*Got around to continuing my adult themed story series set in 40k verse, but I’m not really sure where to take it from here. I’ll try to keep it going but I often burn out a lot sadly, Im also thinking about fleshing out the Ymiri further in seperate stories so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.*

Without further ado….

Njali watched as the woman who resisted left through the open gap in the barrier and entered the vast jungle outside the resort. Here it seemed those who caused trouble weren’t simply killed off directly, but instead ‘exiled’ to the dangerous badlands that surrounded the whole place.

Kept at bay by the vast laser fences and admantium wires, the moons jungle was filled with dangerous fauna and venomous plant life. Those Ymiri that could force through all the drugs and try to fight back or escape weren’t harmed or punished by the overseers in any way. The Duke simply decreed that ‘problem’ slaves be sent out into the lethal wilderness to fend for themselves, away from the security of the resort.

[FM] Seducing a much older man to get a job.

This was in college about ten years ago. I had good grades. I already knew I was going to an Ivy League school for an MBA after graduation. I’d already had a “serious” summer job where I got business and management experience. And I’d been in a competitive academic environment since I entered prep school in ninth grade.

I just wanted ONE fun job. I’d never worked retail or as a waitress. I was chasing any type of gig in music. Anything with concert promotion or a small label.

I got a couple of interviews that went nowhere. I was too young or inexperienced or, as one stoner hippie chick told me, “not just a good fit.” I always come off as this demure, Hispanic good girl. And I’m sure the private high school and college didn’t help around people who’d mostly gone to state college or just been in the industry forever without any schooling.

The funny thing is my boarding school experience was probably wilder then they could even fathom. I wasn’t ACTUALLY a good girl. Even at 21 I already had years of experimenting with sex and drugs under my belt. Just not rock and roll.