Brightthorn Ch1. Captured by a Witch[MF][Fdom][fantasy][oral][reluc]

“You really are a bother, you know that?” she murmured. The witch glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her hand was in front of her, lightly tapping along a series of jars and pouches searching through them. “Everything would have been much simpler and gone so much easier if you adventurers just kept to yourself.”

From across the room, Leoric glared at her. “Do you really think you kidnapping and murdering women from Fendrel would go unnoticed? And I take being a pain in the ass to monsters like you a compliment.” His cockiness returned slightly towards the end. It rang hollow though, things weren’t looking good for him. Leoric had found himself in plenty of troublesome circumstances before, but this was up there for the worst, right next to the time he had fallen into the crypt with the ghouls. “You still have time to make this easy, Yenel and Winry will be here any moment, we already found you once, how long do you think it will take to find you again?”

Giving My Man His Birthday Fuck [FDom, Msub, bd, Cos Play, Pseudo Rape, Electric Stimulation, Potential Pregnancy, Pikachu]

We fucked until I felt bruised last night. Eventually, I feel asleep exhausted next to your warm body. You lay awake for I had no idea how long, your arms splayed out, bound to the bedposts. Your legs were wide apart, ankles chained and bound. The melted wax on your chest hairs must have hurt as you lay helpless and I know your skin was red.

I cuddled closer and you would probably have asked me to free you, but the gag made it hard for you to do anything but utter inarticulate moans and cries. Earlier, as I slowly hurt and fucked you, I had admired the strength of your bound body. The width of your shoulders and flat, muscular belly that you possessed. I flashed back to playing volleyball on the beach with you before we retired to our Jamaican resort.

You wore a green band that indicated you could drink and eat as much as you wanted while you were here. But the truth was, I had too much fun controlling what you ate and drank to let you really enjoy the unlimited pleasures of this Jamaican resort.

Tied and waiting for [m]y wi[f]e

My wife and I have a fairly good sex life. For a variety of lifestyle reasons we don’t always have sex as often as we might like, but we remain intimate and when the right opportunities arise we like to make the most of them. We’ve recently been experimenting with light bondage and bought some restraints which now remain attached to our bed (out of sight, no need to alarm kids or visitors). My wife, we’ll call her Emma for this story, also likes to tease me.

Usually this teasing takes the form of rubs, touches, kisses, whispers etc throughout the day. At times I’ll find myself in a semi aroused state all day. Usually it ends with a long and slow evening of sex. We’ve both realised we enjoyed this prolonged teasing – her for the control, and me for the long lasting state of arousal and foreplay. We’ve talked about an extreme version of it and recently had a chance to explore this idea.

The kids were staying with their grandparents and my wife had a party to go to – I was invited but not actually keen on attending. So I was staying home with nothing planned.

Mary Takes Control [MF] [hypnosis] [fdom]

One of the few things that I knew about Mary was that she wrote fan fiction. They were mostly Potter fiction, and all of the stories had a particular bent—strong women who were sexually dominate. Romilda concocting a potion that made her sexual conquests happy to be compliant, Fleur and Nymphadora Tonks displaying and then sharing their recent boy-toys, Madame Hooch allowing the team to service her, and more. She had written dozens of these stories, and after reading them, I couldn’t look at Mary without projecting qualities of her heroines on to her. And, perhaps inevitably, I found myself fantasying about her.

Mary was pretty, but not sexy. Whereas the women in her stories were dominating and beautiful, they were also physically Mary’s opposite. They were tall with straight hair and full figures. Mary was short with curly hair, skinny and flat chested. She had a small nose and a ton of freckles.

Mary was also the sort of person who was always deeply passionate about something. She would discover some new hobby every month or so and let it devour her time and attention. Every time you saw her, she would tell you something new about ASMR or lucid dreaming. One night, a few of us were hanging out in a friend’s dorm room, and Mary was going on about her latest obsession, hypnosis. Before I left, I asked her, “Can it help with sleep?”

My Husband’s Cuckold Experience [FMM]

After having a kid we decided to explore as much of our sexuality as possible and we got drunk one night and went through MojoUpgrade. My list was almost all exhibitionism stuff and bdsm, but my husband, being pretty vanilla when we met had a longer list. Pegging, threesomes, swinging, Cuckolding – he basically just said yes to everything on MojoUpgrade. I told him I’d do anything as long as it didn’t put me in jail, lose my job, or put us in danger.

A few months after I gave birth we got back to swinging with this couple who we took a break from half way through my pregnancy. They are super awesome and Rob, the husband, is very dominant. Mindy is way more submissive – so they make a good couple. I like Rob a lot because he’s so dominant and creative, and my husband, not so much. But, that’s why he likes Mindy, she has this secret femdom side that she gets to take out on my husband. So we do a lot of separate room stuff and we’ve traveled alone with the other person a few times.

My Dominant Mistress

It was the summer of 1996, I went for a run Saturday morning at the park in downtown when suddenly I heard the click-clacking of heels behind me. I looked behind and saw a gorgeous, tall dominant mistress who looked like she was in her mid-30s wearing a white blouse, skin-tight black [leather pants](http://boutique.slave-selection.com/vente-en-ligne/produit/10801/agressive-pantalon_skinny.html) and very high [stiletto heels](http://boutique.slave-selection.com/vente-en-ligne/produit/7742/escarpins_pinstripe_teeze.html).

Looking at her walk combined with the noise of her heels hitting the pavement put me in a trance. I let the dominant mistress past me and I started following her with my eyes fixated on her shoes. How long I ran behind her I couldn’t say. In any case, she finally noticed and turned around and asked, “Are you following me?” My face turned red with shame, I looked into her eyes and said, “I am looking at your beautiful shoes Miss.” “So, it’s my shoes that please you?” I affirmed and she asked me to follow her to her car.

How did it happen? [MF] [Fdom] [oral] [reluc]

She arch her back and went stiff as a board. Wow, I thought. She fell back on the bed and we sat for a few min wile she try to come down off the high she was on. Hey, I said are you all right? She look at me and smiled. That was good she said. Where did you learn that? From you the last time I said.

She was tall as she was long. She had to be over 6’2 and 189lb. And I keep asking myself how did I get her to fuck me.

We had been at this for the last two weeks. I met her at a bar on the south end of town. We had both been looking for something or someone. But if the truth was told it was not about the sex, that was just a after thought. I don’t know about her but what i want is some one that will like me for what i am. That is the reason i went to the club in the first place was to find some one to ease the pain of life. I don’t do drugs and i do not drink at all. I am not that much to look at 5’8 230 a little on the thin side. Balding and graying. Well pass my prime. Most people act as if they don’t see me. Unless the want me for something. That is why it came as a shock when this woman that has taken the little bar were I goto buy storm. Came and sat down beside me and said hello.

Submissive Professor (20)

Jessica left two days later after our last hug. I had spent the afternoon in class and she was not there when I returned. Femdom Mistress Michelle, my sadistic dominatrix, had greeted me in a very hard tone. “My whore, now there is nothing to distract you. You have only one goal, one person to focus all your attention on: your Femdom Mistress.

Me! I intend to elevate your slave training into a new phase. But before I begin, I am leaving for a few days to see my family. So I’ll give you to Mistress Chloe. She has all my confidence and can use you for whatever she wants. I expect you to serve her as you would me. I leave tomorrow. When you come back from school, your babysitter will be here. Do not disappoint me little slut, otherwise I will not hesitate to get rid of you.”
Mistress was right. From now on, Jessica would no longer occupy my thoughts. Only I couldn’t forget about her. She had gotten under my skin and I suffered from an intense, physical withdrawal from her. It was a throbbing and permanent pain. Yet I had to forget my love for now and focus on my one duty: to serve Mistress Michelle to the best of my abilities.” To strive for perfection and meet her standards. To serve and obey her without question or hesitation.

Sissification By My Femdom Wife (10)

After years of dedicated sissification, I have learned [servitude and obedience](http://femdoming.com/sissification-femdom-wife-9/) towards my wife. I love to be commanded by her. I want to see her smiling from my humiliation and pain. Sometimes, my wife gives me a break from the household chores and allows me to wear whatever I want. This is the case because she knows when I am alone in the house or with friends, I will wear my feminine clothes with heavy jewelry, which continues to emasculate me. There are rules I must follow in the household that if I don’t my wife will punish me for my disobedience. For example, if at anytime I remove my nosering, my wife will punish me by bending me over and pegging me. Although this is considered punishment, I enjoy pegging very much.

As a sissy, I am not allowed to request pleasure. I have to request it from my wife. At times, I want my wife to fuck me wearing high heels, a choker necklace, 20 bangles on my wrist, dark red lipstick with a mangteeka on head. But it is at her discretion when I get fucked. One day, I approached my wife to massage her feet. As expected, my wife asked, “Where is your nosering sissy?” “I forgot it Madam,” I replied.