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A Regular Day Off [Fm] [Fdom] [bdsm] [huml] [bd] [light sm] [lots of talking]

“Doing alright down there?”

Oh no. Deliberately, gingerly, slowly — oh so slowly — I nodded my head yes, hoping that would be good enough.

Even through the dark canvas blindfold, I knew she could see me nodding. I knew she was looking down right at me. I had felt her calves splay out from next to my ears, and I could feel her taking me in, up and down, through the space between them.

But she knew what she was after.

“What was that, boy?”

I froze. There was a ever-so-slight tinge of malice in the smoothness of her voice. But even then, I swallowed my spit, hard, and started another nod. *Please*, I thought, being very, very careful to not try and mouth the word.

She wasn’t having it. Her hand snaked down under the desk and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and baring my neck to her. I tried to keep my back perfectly straight, as ordered.

“That’s enough. You know the rules about answering. It’s been almost half an hour since I last took you out to use that wonderful little tongue of yours, my toy. You know I’m a stickler for safety, and I’m not going to be satisfied that you’re alright until I hear it directly from that very. same. tongue.” Read more »

The Show Must Go On Part 2 [extreme fdom][F][M][tattooing][piercing][non-con][kidnapped][BDSM][msub]

The lights flickered, and Mike opened his eyes groggily as his body drifted back into consciousness. He was no longer in the dressing room at the concert hall where he had been the moment he passed out, but the room did look familiar. He blinked hard a few times, and as he looked around the dimly lit room, he realized his body ached and throbbed with even the slightest movement. He looked down, the tense mucked in his neck straining, and saw his naked body bruised and covered in red welts. He was seated uncomfortably on a metal folding chair, his ankles strapped to the legs and his wrists cuffed behind his back. Bondage tape was wrapped tightly around his torso, holding him to the cold back of the metal chair.

Just as Mike’s faculties returned to him, the sound of a door creaking open came from behind him, and a pair of high heeled shoes tapped across the hardwood floor. There, standing in front of him, was Lynda. She was still wearing her black outfit that she had worn at the concert, but her hair was now down and draping over her shoulders. Read more »

In Seclusion [Str8] [bdsm] [fdom] [msub]

He eagerly fastened up the last few laces of the back of her corset, rejoicing in it, as he didn’t know the next time he’d be allowed to get this close to touching her. ‘’Nearly done?’’ she questioned, causing him to jump slightly, as he was afraid of upsetting his impatient Mistress. ‘’Al…Almost ma’am’’ he nervously stuttered, knowing that this answer was not good enough. ‘’Quickly now!’’ she demanded, as he hasted in looping up the last few links. ‘’Finished ma’am’’ he muttered, as his arms and head sank back into the only position she allowed him in without instruction.

She stood gracefully and slowly turned towards him, seductively stroking the sides of her body, tucked into a tight white corset. ‘’Good boy. How do I look?’’ she asked, as she gently moved her hand to straighten the bowtie she made him put on, as he took everything else off. She then made her way to his soft cheek, rubbing it with the side of her thumb. Knowing better than to gaze upon her without permission, he replied ‘’You always look beautiful ma’am’’. ‘’What a good little puppy’’ she stated, as her hand lifted from his cheek, and quickly swung back, slapping him across his face. Read more »

Here’s What I Think About Vanilla Sex [D/s] [Cuckolding] [Femdom] [Denial]

I have to admit, there have been moments where I’ve thought about having sex with a sub. Though I’ve never acted on it, the sight of a man helpless in bondage, eagerly awaiting orders while his body throbs against his chastity cage is enough to send me into a frenzied spree of perversion, lust, and desire. It’s unlike me to be so out of control, so wanton, but the wetness between my thighs is undeniable. In extenuating circumstances, I reach for what’s familiar—mystrapon. I fumble with the harness, look at my manicured fingers and consider removing it. Releasing you from your bondage and revealing my soft, soaked lips. In my dreams, my hands are shifting towards the keys. In reality, I’ve already switched on my vibrator. Vanilla sex is for real men and unfortunately baby, you just don’t cut it.

There are plenty of men I’d like to have sex with, and even more that fantasize about having it with me. In short of becoming an escort I’ve had to learn to curb these desires. Or rather, how to satisfy them while continuing to taunt, tease, and deprive my partner. In so doing, cuckoldry has become a most beloved fetish. Think of how easy it is to emasculate a man whose closest contact to your cum is sucking it out of another man’s condom. How humiliating it must be to experience your Mistress’s orgasm only through the man you see delivering it. Perhaps most cutting, knowing that you financed the entire scene. Read more »

Escape from Subspace #1 [MF, Feminisation, Fiction, Femdom]

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum, oh fuck yeah, oh. Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Come. On. Fuck. Oh. Yes. Oooh… whew.”

You collapsed on top of your wife, your stomach pressing into her back, pinning her to the bed. Her arms folded under her chin, her head cocked to the side staring out the window. Your cock rapidly deflating inside her as a pitiful amount of cum leaked from her pussy.

“Oh yeah baby. You enjoy that babe?” You asked her.

“Babe?”

“Huh? Sorry. Yeah. Yeah I loved it honey”, she was daydreaming. She barely heard what you said. let alone enjoyed what you’d done.

“Good, you cum too?”, you smiled.

“Yeah, so hard. Mmmm”. She fakes a smile back, you couldn’t tell though, because you are head over heals in love with her.

All your friends said you were punching above you weight. Big time. You weren’t unattractive, but you weren’t the typical chiselled man that she’d dated before. You’d tried to compensate for this recently by growing a beard, drinking protein shakes and working out, all in the hope that you’d develop washboard abs and manly looks, but it wasn’t working. Read more »

The only way he’ll learn [MF] [Fdom] [bdsm]

He stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard the keys turn in the lock of the front door. He knew that noise anywhere, and it always made his heart skip a beat. He quickly made his way towards that particular spot near the sofa and dropped to his knees, putting his hands behind his back, and bowing his head, making sure to avoid eye contact until given permission. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again…

She made her way through the hall, swinging the door closed and dropping her bag down any old place, as she knew her sweet little piece of ass would get it for her later anyway. The clicking of her heels across the wooden floor echoed through the house, letting him know she was coming straight for him, causing a small shudder. But he wasn’t sure if that was due to the thought of what would come next, or simply the cold getting to him, as it had already made the small hairs on his back stand on end. Just an apron and a hood doesn’t keep one very warm. Read more »

You’re like coming home: An erotic story of emotional surrender (F/m) (Femdom)

As I walk through the door, I’m surprised to already find you there, still dressed in charcoal grey suit pants and a white blouse. I pause for a moment and take in the sight of you. For some reason just that feeling, the ability to look at you and just breath in the moment feels unequivocally good. I know some time passes, but I’m unaware of just how much. It feels like only a moment, but the mischievous grin on your lips and the amused looked on your face seems to imply it maybe was just a bit too long. “You are completely silly…. and adorable.” The words soft, but with a slight conflict to the tone of them, like you want me to ask some follow-up question, but I just can’t quite feel what it could be.

“I just missed you that’s all, is it really so bad that I want to see you, just really see you for a few moments at the end of the day?” a hesitant, but thoughtful reply. The truth is always the easiest and, in this case, rather easy so why not stick to it? Read more »

Futa Cum Industries (prequel) [M, Futa] [Femdom]

(3 years before we meet Jag at Phoenix.)

“First dollar,” asked the well dressed young man sitting across the fashionable and darkly stained desk from Jag. His name was Qwan and he had gestured to a spot behind Jag. Jag didn’t need the years of experience to discern the intern across from him —who was interviewing for a full time position— was likely drenching his own arm pits.

Jag swiveled his comfy throne-like chair to gaze at the framed display on the glass shelf behind him. He didn’t turn around to speak to Qwan, giving the intern a long unobserved moment to collect himself and slow his heart rate.

“Yes it is, I know right? Dirty worthless paper money and all. This dollar meant a new life for me though, meant I could earn a living instead of taking one. Could finally be a fucking human being. That’s why you’re here, right Mister Gaspard?

He figured he’d given him enough time and swiveled back, “Too earn a living?” Read more »

(MMF) First time subbing (BDSM) (Gentle Femdom) (Bi)

You are sitting on the couch, the latest book you’ve been pitched sitting in your hands as you read. The sunlight through the window dapples your long, smooth legs which are curled beside you on the couch as you read. It has been a few hours now, and the book is fine. It will not win any awards, but if you waited for the next Rowling or King, you’d never get anything published. That said, you could definitely use a break.

You call my name, and my voice carries from the kitchen, “Yes?”

“I need your help,” you say, and because of your tone and the words, I know what kind of help you need. I quickly toss a towel over the masa dough in the bowl and wash my hands. Then I hurry into the room.

“Come here,” you say, curling a finger at me and then putting it at the floor beside you. I blink and raise an eyebrow, my cheeks burning and kneel in the spot.

“Good boy,” you say and my cheeks burn hotter and my cock strains against the denim of my jeans.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Read more »