The Knight’s Slave Girl [MF] [anal] [fantasy] [exhibitionism] [fsub] [Mdom] [humiliation] [non con] [drugs] [oral] [prostitution] [reluctance]

**ONE**

The girl was terrified, unable to bear or comprehend that she was finally going to meet one of the terrible fates she had fought so hard to escape. He could see it in her eyes, in her hateful glance. They were in the land of Teluria, the continent which held the western realms. An ocean breeze caressed Tier, the capital city. They stood in the king’s palace, in the long, rectangular, stone throne room; the ceiling arched far above them and pale, cold light trickled in from the high windows. Newly minted lords and knights lined the walls and filled the room with echoing sniggers and japes. King Barion, sitting casually on the throne, had just offered up the girl as a final prize for Ben’s service, and had commanded her stripped for his inspection. Every curve of her was bared now, her plain slip in rags on the floor. She tried to cover herself with an arm hugging her ample breasts, and her other hand was tucked over her groin. He could see her blushing and her gaze had left him and sunk to the floor in embarrassment. She was from Idaria, in the east, and the lords of Teluria despised her for it, and took extra pleasure at her humiliation. It was in popular taste to do so.

Torture[str8]

Torture

The room spun around me, the scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I tried to make sense of the scene around me. To my right I saw long beige curtains flowing down over a dark hardwood floor, streaks of light danced past the fabric and streamed rays of white onto the tan walls around me. To the left I saw an oak nightstand, on the surface sat a lamp and an array of toys and tools spread out for convenience. From left to right there was a string of blue anal beads, a long pink vibrating dildo, a black butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and a ball gag mask.

The Blue Pill – [Mfsub][nc][drugs]

A little context: I wrote a story based on someone’s kink list, and I wanted it to be a dark, slightly disturbing noncon story, but it just came out really unpleasant and sort of hard to read. I felt so conflicted about posting it that I decided to write a companion piece to make amends. If you read the other story and were creeped out, I’m sorry, I’m not a psychopath, honestly, just a little weird sometimes.

The music in the story, btw, is L’histoire de Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg, which is just about the most decadent thing I know.

Yours,

Robin Goodfellow

“I think you have, uh, too much of the ‘non’? You know? I want to make your ‘non’ to be a ‘oui'”.

I burst out laughing at him, “You mean you want me to change my mind? That’s a very flowery way of saying so.”

Davide smiles, “To change? Perhaps the saying is ‘to blow your mind’?”

“You really don’t know when to give up, do you?”

[FFM] Hungover.

I remember waking up with an insane hangover next to a naked, large chested and wide hipped woman who I had been causally hooking up with.

She was in a very well paying job and she knew how to blow off steam after a hard day’s work. I was actually finding it difficult to keep up with drinking and cocaine habit.

Don’t get me wrong.. I like to party.. but I know when the party is over too.

Remember guys there will always be another another party.

Anyway.

After I woke I went to get some water as I was slowly dying and got back into bed. My friend woke up and didn’t even bother getting up. We both lay in bed moaning about how silly it was to drink so much and take all those drugs.

Then there was a tap at the door and one of her roommate popped her head in.

I had never met the girl but she was a slight, pale and rather nervous looking brunette and after a wave from my lady friend she came over and my lady friend pulled back the sheets exposing her naked body…. She was statuesque with round ample tits and our new mousey friend hopped in the bed and we all manoeuvred so that we all were covered. It was a dead of winter and it was cold out.

Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.

Gross, nasty sex that still [M]akes me cum

I used to use internet dating a lot more than I do now and I went through a wild stage where I met girls all the time. Sometimes it went well, other times it didn’t, but increasingly it became less about the dating and more about the fucking. One girl in particular had no interest in being wined and dined, and just wanted to get fucked. We swapped numbers and started to get along immediately: she wasn’t that experienced, but she was filthy.

There was nothing that I mentioned that she wasn’t turned on by, so we met pretty soon after. I’d only seen rubbish pictures of her and she warned that I might not fancy her when I met, and it was true: I really didn’t. But we’d already planned the night: she’d meet in a short skirt, heels and stockings, we’d take drugs, drink red wine, listen good music, chat about great books and have disgusting sex.

[FMM] That time I fucked two Irish guys and blew another

This happened over the summer time, when usually there’s an influx of Irish people who come here to work for the summer. So that night, I was home drinking with my neighbors (who are older) and realized I’m drunk and want to go out dancing. I asked my neighbors if they wanted to go (which of course they didn’t) so I said fuck it and went out by myself. This being the college city, I had plenty of choices to decide on, so I decided to go to a bar/club I’d never been before. I had a couple more drinks danced with a few random people then at closing- of course I wasn’t ready to go home so I was just on the prowl to see what guy I could go home with.

My Life Dedicated To Femdom Servitude

It started out with simple oral sex videos. I always liked to please a women. These quickly became face-sitting videos, instantly pulling me into the femdom scene. The urge to submit was deeply embedded in me. My mind was reprogrammed after participating in femdom hypnosis sessions under the influence of a lot of drugs. I have since made a stronger bond to the femdom lifestyle every time I indulge in coerced intoxication. The Divine Goddess’s hold over me is undoubtedly powerful. I now find myself instantly aroused whenever presented with the opportunity to serve a real Goddess. Even if the task given to me is to sexual satisfy another man.
It is truly unbelievable to think that I have been straight all my life but. Now, I have been trained to worship cock and swallow every drop of cum I come in contact with. I now have a deep desire to whore myself out and offer all my earnings as a tribute to a superior Goddess. The Goddesses have conditioned me to obey at all costs. I live to serve and obey a Goddess. I do this by making regular tributes to my Goddess and purchasing Her gifts on amazon to express my devotion. All of the ‘harmless’ femdom mind control videos I hastily purchased and watched have had very real ramifications on my life.

Ended up sleeping with a semi-decently known person of minor “celebrity” status…had no clue she was, and didn’t find out until hours later, shortly before we did the deed (she was surprisingly deep too, philosophically-speaking) [MF]

Here’s something that I never thought would happen to me ever. Half of you probably won’t believe it, but I saw this sub and figured that it might actually be an interesting place to write it, so, here you go. Not every day this arbitrary stuff happens, and, frankly, I actually think that it is one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me in my life.

Anyway, so, yeah, I slept with this girl who turned out to be of some prominence, although, despite technically being subconsciously aware of her existence for years (never knew her name till then though), I literally had no idea who she was upon introduction, and did not until shortly before I sealed the deal. She probably liked the fact that I was not a fan and treated her like the average person you’d just strike up a conversation with. Since she is semi-somewhat “high profile”, I am not going to give out her name. The story is all that matters. It is likely that many of you, as I did not, haven’t ever heard of her, but I’m not going to be a dick. (I assume she is really only prominent in the younger teen demographic given what she does).

WH40K – Klitflik Da Orkette

It’s the 41st millennium.

There’s bullshit. Lots. Nobody’s got no damn common sense.

Everywhere there’s some fuck-shit getting started.

Racist humans in power armor want to kill everybody for a dude too high on his lean and in his golden chair to give a damn.

Jeremy Kyle Show guests, grown from mold, are doing World★Star in space.

There’s samurai elf hoes in space. With Predator clothes.

There’s robot zombie black people running around shooting shit with limeade. Grove Street 4 Life.

There’s racist Asian stereotypes from Blue Man Group playing Gundam Wing.

There’s albino elves LARPing as Hellraiser and doing BDSM stuff. In space.

And there’s devil worshipers acting like they got no damn sense. They think they’re affected by demons, but in reality, they’re just on drugs. Khorne? More like bath salts and old coffee. Nurgle? Slaanesh? That’s just ebola and Extacy. Tzeentch? That’s just Snoop Dogg.

And finally, there’s WWI Germans…er, I mean Nazis…er, Imperial Guard running around flashing flashlights in people’s faces.

Whatever everybody’s smoking, it must be some hardcore shit.

Welcome to World Star in space. Warhammer 40,000.

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