Rain, a soft rain would be the best way to describe it. There had been a steady flow for a few hours now with thunder off in the distance. The campus grounds were soaked save for the few portions protected by overhangs. Students darted across the wet grass and concrete, as if in fear of the rain melting them into a puddle. Alison inwardly chuckled at this thought, likening the other students to a horde of Wicked Witches of the West. In contrast to the rest of them, she walked forward as if nothing was out of the ordinary. While the rest hesitated to leave their areas of protection, she entered the downpour without any hesitation, refusing to allow the weather to illicit a reaction from her. She knew that there was no point in trying to run from it, unlike the majority of the students here who stayed in dorms Alison had a 30 minute walk home, by the time she got off campus there wasn’t a single bit of dryness left on her.
Tag: Female Dominant
The Dinner Party: Rebecca at Home [Fm, FemDom, Pegging, Bondage]
Part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6zwgbf/the_dinner_party_mf_ff_exhibitionism_bondage/?st=J7RYA8YJ&sh=f3843e45
Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set her clutch and keys on the immaculately polished dark wood table.
Against the opposite wall a man knelt on an elaborately detailed cushion, adorned only in a simple black leather collar. His eyes were downcast, their color obscured by long eyelashes. His hair was soft blonde and mussed perfectly. It gave him a dreamy, recently fucked look. The anticipation of her arrival was etched in the tightness of his muscles. She knew he had been waiting eagerly for the sound of her key in the door for hours and had rushed to take his place the second he heard it.
The Dinner Party: Rebecca at Home [Fm, Pegging, FemDom, Bondage]
Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zw9g3/the_dinner_party_mf_ff_exhibitionism_bondage/?st=J7RXL4WK&sh=39fdf24a
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Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set her clutch and keys on the immaculately polished dark wood table.
Against the opposite wall a man knelt on an elaborately detailed cushion, adorned only in a simple black leather collar. His eyes were downcast, their color obscured by long eyelashes. His hair was soft blonde and mussed perfectly. It gave him a dreamy, recently fucked look. The anticipation of her arrival was etched in the tightness of his muscles. She knew he had been waiting eagerly for the sound of her key in the door for hours and had rushed to take his place the second he heard it.
Peeping Country Retreat part 9 Final (MMFffff) [Fdom] [bdsm] [lesbian] [oral] [fantasy]
Tom’s eyes blinked as his eyes focused. He felt cold and saw an intense light that forced shut his eyes again. Dirt and gravel and grass pressed into his legs as he sat kneeling outside somewhere. Trying to stand, he felt an immediate jerk against his wrists and throat. Finally as his eyes fully adjusted he could see a large fire burned before him, and he sat outside in the forest at night on a hill he did not recognize. He looked up and saw the moon full in the starry sky.
Soon he felt a sharp sting on his upper back as nails dug into his skin and tore at him. He cried out and turned to see Iris standing over him. She smiled, her eyes gazing with an almost primordial fierceness. Her grin widened, revealing sharp fangs where before she had teeth. He recoiled and looked the other way and saw Martin slouched on his knees, his hands bound and held behind him. A heavy iron shackle clamped shut around his neck.
“Martin, hey man! Wake up, man! Wake up!” Tom thrashed in his bonds but could only move slightly.
[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]
Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.
“Is everyone gone?”
“Yep. I just forgot my book.”
Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”
Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”
She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*.
The start of my comeback [M][FF] (Voyeurism, Gentle Femdom, Lesbian Sex, Exhibition, Breakfast)
This is the first part of the story about how I became the luckiest bastard in the world thanks to two of the most vivacious and carnal woman I’ve ever met. This story spans about a year and in that time I went from an awkward reclusive nerd to a confident somewhat charming nerd living with two wonderful partners. This part of the story contains some gentle female domination, voyeurism and lesbian sex that starts at the ***Sex starts here*** I wouldn’t blame you for skipping ahead. This next section is really long.
At the time my story begins I was a few years out of college and was completely lost about my life direction. I was working crappy retail jobs and just barely scraping a living while depression and mental health issues swallowed up my life until I felt utterly hopeless. On top of that I’ve never been a small person, I stand about 6’ 2” and am fairly heavy set which never really bothered me but years of eating my feelings and sitting around for long hours in front of a computer turned me from cuddly and lovable into just gross and fat.
One bad night [fsub] [mdom] [fdom] [virgin] [abduction]
“What did I just do? Jesus fucking christ I’m so fucking fucked. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so terrible? Any moment now a police car is going to stop right next to me and it’s over. My life will be over.” It takes all I have for me to keep these thoughts from coming out of me. The rain is falling heavy, I’m completely drenched, yet my bloody cock is still stuck to the fabric of my jeans. With every step causing a terrifying pinching pain, which seems to reanimate it all over again. At least I hope that’s what it is or I have no other satisfactory explanation for why my dick is still hard an hour after the fact with all the guilt and shame and terror weighing me down.
The train station is in sight. Can I run without putting the biggest bulge I’ve ever had on display? I have to stop pushing it down, it’s drawing too much attention. “Fuck it. I have to pick up the pace.” As I get ready to run Lizzie flashes in front of my eyes.
A fine vintage [Fm][Fdom][mast]
*”Running late again, Renny”*, he thought to himself, as he raced his bike through the crowded streets and alleyways of Paris. It would take him a great deal of effort to explain to ‘Miss V’ that over sleeping was a good enough reason to not show up for work on time. His studies kept him up late nights, due to the short summer semester abroad and working part time at Mrs. Verduin’s wine shop filled up the rest of his schedule. He hardly had time for a social life or to enjoy the rich culture and social life that Paris offered.
Still, he had learned a great deal about wine and vineyards from Miss V. A widow herself, she took over her the shop and the vineyard from her husband, who was once the associate of her father. It was her families vineyard, but her husband worked with her father before they were even dating to establish their label and storefront. It was there that they fell in love and it never would have succeeded if not for his efforts, but her father was gone for several years and her husband having tragically died in a plane crash about a decade ago left her in charge of all of it.
10 Days, 10 Dates [mf] [Fdom]
Was it wrong to look for another date while she was on a date? Great question. One that will need further contemplation after this klutz figures out how to undo my bra. At the least, he couldn’t see her holding the phone behind the seat back. He contorted her head as he tried to kiss her neck. How could this guy get every single move so wrong? It was starting to get uncomfortable, but a deal was a deal.
What deal was that? Well, dating was going nowhere fast. It felt like more of habit than out of finding Mr. Wonderful. An excellent supplement to her income though since the majority of them paid for dinner. But hell if she didn’t have to pay up too! Makeup, hair, clothes, all that took a chunk out of her limited income. And she had to look her best, no way that she wanted to meet Mr. Wonderful just to have him scooped away from her by another cougar on the prowl.
His hands had never seen hard days work in their life, yet they were mangling her breasts like they were a block of frozen pees.
[MF] Bi Girl helps show me a Bi side of myself [College][Slight FemDom]
This time of year, late summer, always reminds me of Back to School. Doesn’t hurt that the slogan is constantly marketed to everyone. Sales, events, are you prepared? Do you have enough? Are you ready?
My favorite back to school years were the same as most, college. In contrast to last year, my first, I was more confident and ready this time around. My Sophomore effort would be twice as fun, already knowing all the connections, walkways, food joints and having solidified a great friend group
One of those friends was a girl named Kat. She was from the midwest originally but had been here in California for several years now and fit the laid back, liberal culture here better than her more sheltered home.
She had short bleached hair in that half shaved half normal fashion that was so popular not too long ago. She loved EDM music and went to local raves regularly. She was incredibly fit and thin, she did yoga and worked out a lot. She was tiny, barely pushing 100 lbs
Her face was very unique, very cat-like and I suppose some men weren’t always attracted to her but I must admit I found her differences so sexy