Short term detention facility I The sentence [Fdom] [Fembots] [Chastity] [Prison] [mind control] [long background].

This is a long story about a man serving a jail sentence in a new kind of prison that is only run by AI and fembots. The AI has authority inside the jailhouse, and uses it in… specific ways. It is also a story about an AI that reaches sentience and autonomy. Since is was programmed to protect humans, it looks for and finds ways to protect them better and better, although in quite unethical and deceitful ways. This first chapter is not erotic, but the second chapter, that I will post very soon (it’s already written!) is directly erotic. For the main character (“you”) it is a long slide down into submission, through mind control and brainwashing.

Comments and constructive criticism is more than welcome!

# Short term detention facility

**Chapter one: the sentence**

You were wrong to do that. Wrong and stupid. And the worst is, you got caught. It seemed so simple. Everybody was doing it, and was getting the dough. It was like a game, like, some sort of gambling where the gambler always wins. So, why not you? Well, you did it, and you felt the thrill of it, and you even got dough, too. But, not that much. Not enough. And then you got caught. You thought you were doing it carefully, but, well, clearly, you weren’t careful enough, and the IRS guys had no humor.

Roll Reversal/Gentle Femdom Erotica?

Does anyone know of any particular Roll Reversal Erotic/romance stories?

I’d love to read a novel about, perhaps, a timid, sheltered guy who’s never been in a relationship and meets a woman who’s willing to show him the ropes both in and out of the bedroom.

But any RR or GFD stories are good. I’m not into the femdom stuff which usually has a lot of BDSM.

Thanks all and sorry if maybe there’s a better subreddit for this question.

Empress Lysa – Chapter 1 [Femdom] [Vampire] [Paranormal] [Kidnapping] [Reverse-Rape] [Bondage] [Torture] [Hypnosis]

I’ve always wanted to write female dominated stories, and I love the idea of powerful women getting exactly what they want, however they want. I also love Paranormal stuff :)

This is the story of Lysa, a Vampire and Empress who longs for the leisure and secure life of her fellow goddesses. She’s drifted and hunted for a long time, but now she’s ready to find some grounding – to capture mortal pets for her pleasure and become more active in the Empress realms as a whole. This is the first step toward a new reality within the Empress realms – a unification of Empresses who will finally come together to rebuild their shattered worlds and rule as goddesses over the multiverse.

Curiosity kills these men. It isn’t I, regardless of their blood tainting my hands when I’m through with them. No, however it’s my favorite part of mortal men… their curiosity. Men, through the ages, have been driven by curiosity and purpose. They work, grow strong and build structured, firm lives. They have a curiosity about the unknown, and they strive to make it known.

The boot polisher – [MF+] [Fdom] [humil]

*Please note that all characters in this story are 18+*

 

**Chapter 1 – Meeting him**

 

She looks out the window, waiting to see the neighbor boy return from the store. It’s been far too long since she had some fun, and she’s chosen him as her target. She throws a glance at the mirror on the wall, admiring herself. She may be 50, but she’s taken care of herself and has a body women half her age would be jealous of. And she has something those younger women don’t, experience. When she sees Peter walking up the street, she goes out to meet him.

 

“Oh, hi Peter.” she says with a seductive smile.

 

“Oh, uh, hi Elizabeth.” he stammers back.

 

He’s carrying two big bags, the weight of them making the muscle in his arms swell. She discreetly admires his body, thinking about what he would look like with less clothes on. She catches him staring openly at her legs, but she doesn’t say anything. Of course she doesn’t. That’s the whole point of her outfit, the short skirt and long boots working together to draw attention to her shapely legs.

Dinner Is Served [mFFFF] [oral] [mild Fdom]

This is fiction, but something I’d love to experience in real life.

Our Saturday had started as usual. Sheila and I were naked, she was on top and riding my cock. I couldn’t tell who enjoyed it more, but today was my birthday so it was a special moment. We’d been dating for 6 months, and today she had planned a special surprise for me. Being inside of her was always special, this was all I wanted on my birthday.

We first met at CVS, she was looking for cold medicine and was frustrated with all the brands. It just so happened I was also sick, we got to talking and I told her what I recommended. One thing led to another, we exchanged phone numbers and went on a date. I was 22 at the time (23 now as I feel her warm, wet pussy sliding up and down my hard cock), she was 47 and reluctant because of the age difference. But I said what I usually say, “Who cares? As long as we’re happy who cares about what other people think?” She smiled, and invited me for a second date at her apartment. There was no dinner, just dessert. She looked incredible, worked out 5 days a week, had a very fit body and took great care of herself. After the first time we had sex, I was addicted. I was lucky to be with her.

What I Deserve [MF, very mild Fdom]

This is fiction, but I suppose it demonstrates the kind of sexual relationship I’d want. Not really a full fledged story, but more of an experimental style

This is my body, but it’s your property. It’s yours to do as you please, for you to own and care for. I give myself to you out of necessity and desire. Now that I am yours, give me what I deserve.

Even though I live for you, and find true pleasure in serving you, my impulses can be too powerful. They’re in charge of me when you should take control.

It starts slowly, you asking about my day, knowing I’m full of misery and anger. This part of me you don’t like, but you accept, and thus you take the reins.

First a kiss, your dark lipstick touches my lips, your hand rubs my stubbly cheek. My tongue tastes yours, my hands move to your hips. I pull you closer to me.

I squeeze your ass, so juicy and plump in my hands. Your lips move to my neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. I lick your face. I thrust my body into yours.

[fdom] Your instructions

Are you lying on your bed? Are you comfortable? Make sure you are comfortable. I intend to keep you here for while, a long while. Do you have your lubricant, your rope and a towel within arm reach? You’re going to need those. We both want your cock to feel good. I know I don’t want a raw blistered member wilting under my pressure. I want a tall, hard, smooth shaft, glistening and twitching on my command. Stay dressed now. Don’t rush things. Remember that hardness belongs to me.

I feel sexy dressed like this. My leggings are tight. I love the way they flex and pull with every step I take. I would never wear this pair in public as they slip up between my ass cheeks and hug my pussy lips. They feel nice against my pussy. They feel even nicer as I rub my pussy softly thinking about that hard aching cock between your legs. My hard cock between your legs. You know how disappointed I would be if you were already touching it.

My first girlfriend and her mind games [Fdom m]

While inspired by real events, the story below is work of FICTION and describes what can be viewed as non-consensual sexual acts between two teenagers.

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My first relationship was a very strange one. It seemed fun at the time but now that I think of it, it was wrong in many ways. Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot but it was my fault that I let it evolve into what it became.

When I was in high school, I had an embarrassing problem: like many teenagers, I had premature ejaculation. It wasn’t just a matter of cumming too early during sex, I would sometimes even cum instantly if a girl touched my dick, even through clothes. This didn’t happen when I masturbated, so I only discovered this when I got my first “girlfriend” in high school. I was quite a shy guy and I was never very successful with girls, so when this girl (let’s call her Lisa) who was completely out of my league decided to date me, I was mortified. I could not understand why a girl like her wanted to date me, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin my chances.

Mommy knows breast (Gentle Femdom) (Breastfeeding) (Handjob/Fingering) (Male & Female Versions)

So there are two versions of this story here. One has a male sub, the other has a female. They only differ slightly in certain physical descriptions. I originally wrote the male version, but I wanted to experiment with writing an alternate version. This way if someone is interested in female subs they can still enjoy the story. I should warn you though, I’m not really experienced in pleasuring females, I had to watch a video just to be sure that it made sense, so if the descriptions don’t match reality then I apologize.

**Mommy knows breast (Male Sub Version)**

Tuesday morning at the office [mF] [Fdom] [oral]

(part 2)

This is a continuation of the Friday night story.
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You had a long weekend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and all you could think about was coming back to the office on Tuesday morning. Friday afternoon’s scene kept playing in your head, driving you wild. You had a permanent hard-on all weekend which scored you extra points with your wife, but what you were really thinking about was your boss’s sweet pussy, what it felt like to kneel on the floor in front of her wide open legs. 

Distracted, you park the car and make your way into the elevator in your building. Your cock is already straining against your pants and your heart is beating faster, as the elevator climbs up towards the 7th floor and you wonder what’s in store this morning. Should you say hi first? Should you stop by her office at all, or go straight to yours? You stop in the kitchen to put your lunch in the fridge and sigh with relief when you’re the only one there. You round the corner and are relieved, if somewhat disappointed to see her door is closed. That’s nothing new, though, she’s usually in her first meeting by the time you get in.