Tag: Female Dominant

Working for aunt Stella – Part 2 [ff][inc][fdom][huml]

Aunt Stella didn’t do her yoga in the living room that weekend. In fact, I barely got to catch any glimpses of her ass. But on Sunday at the dinner table, she wore the sluttiest black dress she could find. She had an excuse, a business meeting or some such, but I knew she was wearing it to tease me, and it was working. Every so often during dinner, she would stare right into my eyes and cause my underwear to get just a little bit wetter. I only hoped mom didn’t notice my squirming. Eventually I had to excuse myself.

The next day, my aunt woke me up earlier than I’d risen in months. My vision couldn’t really focus but I heard her call my name. Then I realized she was standing at the edge of my bed, facing away from me. She was completely naked, looking at me over her shoulder. Very slowly, she bent down and picked up something on the floor which I couldn’t see, exposing her voluptuous ass. Then, ever so slowly again, she lifted a black pencil skirt and zipped it up. I hadn’t even noticed but she also had her white blouse in her hand. She proceeded to put it on without looking at me. Read more »

Envy and Kindness [nonhuman] [nun] [demon] [shapeshifter] [futa] [femdom] [degredation] [cum inflation] [stretching/gaping] [violent]

Unfortunately due to a formatting issue and the length of this story I can’t seem to just copy paste without the text going weird and unreadable. I think it’s my end so I’ll try and get it sorted for the next story but otherwise I hope you don’t mind following a link

https://cadabaddonerotica.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/envy-and-kindness/

Feedback appreciated this ones pretty different to the last two so kinda nervous about trying something new.

COACH LAURIE [Str8] [Fdom] [CFNM] [F/m] [Blkmail] [Huml] [Mast] [Reluc] [Oral] [Edging]

Shrieks of feminine laughter and excitement emanated from the girl’s locker rooms as the six male pledges ran through them wearing only their jockstraps and a mask covering their faces.

Nick (wearing a classic Nixon mask) was trailing behind the other pledges and, being self-conscious about his nudity (especially with his obvious speedo tan lines – he was on the swim team), just wanted this day to be over.

No such luck.

Looking back to make sure no one was chasing him, Nick turned and was face to face (or rather face-to-breasts) with Coach Laurie.

Coach Laurie was an imposing figure, with her short, platinum-blonde hair, high cheekbones, full red lips and her trademark mirrored-sunglasses that she always wore and Nick’s gaze went downward to her perfect double-D breasts (with her Coach’s whistle hanging between them) that were barely contained within her tight pink high cut, one piece bodysuit leotard that exposed most of the tanned cheeks of her tight ass (that she was very proud of).

Coach Laurie’s legs, were like her arms; tanned, muscular & defined – like a fitness model that maybe spent a tad too much time in the gym, but was still very curvy & feminine. Read more »

The Wait [Fm] [Bondage] [Femdom] [bdsm] [Msub]

I was bound by wrists and my ankles. Tied to the bed posts as I lay with my back resting comfortably on the bed. I am blindfolded so I all I can see is darkness. My cock twitches uncomfortably in it’s cage, aching to be released. She doesn’t allow me to have it off when I am not in her presence. It’s been a week since my last orgasm and I am not sure how much longer I will be able to stand it.

She greatly enjoy’s seeing me like this, helpless and bound, with my pleasure at her disposal. If she decides I deserve any that is. Or maybe she isn’t even watching anymore, and left the room to have a glass of wine. “How long I have I been waiting?” I try to ask, but my mouth is gagged shut so only muffled sounds come out. Inaudible and useless to anyone but me. Time is difficult when you are deprived of your senses. It feels like I’ve been waiting for hours, but with my luck it hasn’t even been five minutes yet! Read more »

Starla’s Sex Journal 16/3/17; [Ff][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub]

16/3/17

In the great tradition of Starla not realizing anything is wrong with Starla, I was informed by Kiera last night that I’d been sullen and withdrawn for the past few days. Ever since I had been with Mark, conveniently.

He was… In the moment, he was everything. He was what I needed. I suspect I will need him again, in the future as well, but for the most part, I felt regret. His birthday this year had already passed, which means that at some point in 2016, he was legally still a child.

I couldn’t deal. Still can’t. Kiera came into my room last night, after putting Kieran down to rest. “Everything okay, Babygirl,” she asked me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I didn’t know where to begin, so I just hugged her. She knows that I absolutely adore the sensation of her burying me; it’s like its own form of bondage, to me. A baby learns the word Mama to speak to the giant creature caring for it. A giant which is stronger, bigger, and has an answer for every worry and ailment the baby may have. I wanted to make myself smaller for her; moreso than I could by simply curling up. Read more »

Caught In The Golden Webs Of The Spider Queen [str8] [Fdom] [Bd] [Fantasy][Huml] [nc] [oral]

**An adventure story of Thorvik Kabot, Succubus Slayer.**

With one kick from his powerful leg, Thorvik kicked in the door to the secret church of the Spider-Goddess, Kalindraa and, with a sweeping backhand, immediately dispatched two of the dark-robed, female Spider-Acolytes standing guard.

Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot’s strong Nordic physique was an impressive sight and a testament to the purity of his lineage and breeding as he had the strong, battle-scarred, muscled body of a barbarian with the chiseled facial features of a nobleman with a strong brow, prominent nose and striking blue eyes and a head of curly blonde hair.

Thorvik’s manner of dress was simple. Leather boots, loincloth and his shoulder-scabbard, which held the legendary succubi-slaying holy longsword, “DawnKeeper”.

The barbarian-knight and conqueror of five kingdoms, surveyed his surroundings: stairs hewn from limestone descended to an open shrine area of fiery braziers arranged symmetrically around a large golden idol of a beautiful nude Asian woman with six-arms and eight eyes.

Additionally, many exotic silks (*no doubt spun from the Goddess herself*) hung from the walls, giving the secret church something of a “parlor” appearance. Read more »

Crème Fraîche – Humiliated by a group of girls on the train [Str8, fffm, huml, Fdom, nc]

I posted this on r/eroticliterature, hope it isn’t against the rules to post it here too.

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This story is based on an actual experience I had a few years ago on a late night London tube train. The story is entirely true up until the point of physical contact. After that, it’s just fantasy.

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I was waiting for the last underground train, headed home from a work party. I was very tired and quite drunk, I just wanted to get home as fast as possible. The train arrived, and I entered. The carriage was almost empty, save for three loud drunk girls.

As I walked past them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had very large breasts with a very deep, exposed cleavage. Being a man, it caught my eye and I involuntarily glanced at them for a split second. As this happened, I saw that she had a wide grin on her face, looking straight at me, her two friends started giggling, and they said something like “He likes your tits!”. Read more »

My Weekend in Philadelphia Pt II [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom]

I was under the impression a blindfold was simply deployed to steal my vision and keep me on edge, to anticipate what was coming next, or where Miss Janet was in regards to me, or what toys she had at her disposal. It did all of that, of course, but it absolutely heightened my senses elsewhere with my sight gone.

They bit hungrily, craving the thin flesh of my hard cock and bound balls. All told, Miss Janet informed me that she placed 18 total clothespins on my head, shaft and balls. Her praise kept me focused, not wanting to complain verbally or groan in anguish.

She flicked the clothespins with her forefinger and giggled when I would moan or try to wiggle my cock and balls away from her strikes. The second I settled into a pain on one specific pin, another would get flicked or pulled. I didn’t care to use either safeword, even with the current pain, I feared it might get worse. Still, as if Miss Janet could read my mind, when something really started to burn, she would place a vibrator of some sort on my adorned cock and make me forget all about the decorations. Read more »

Reese Joins the Party; [mF][anal][analingus][fisting][tentacles][huml][Fdom][age][taboo][fantasy][roleplay]

Comment, upvote, share with a kinky friend. Send it to your enemy and watch them tremble, idc. But most of all, enjoy yourself ;)
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And so, the party made their way through the Falbrook Forest, seeking out the old sage’s rod. It was a minor quest, but they did need the money. The viridian knight Desha kept her dauntless gaze forward for trouble, aided by Halfdan the ranger, taking up the rear guard. In the last town, two more companions joined their party: Illura, druid which had assumed a form between man and beast — she was a pig girl — and an enigmatic human arcane caster of some kind, known as Reese. He hadn’t cast a single spell since he’d been in the party.

In fact, all he had done was flirt with the two women. Desha ignored his advances entirely, though he tried several times. Yet no one else in the party wanted to acknowledge what was happening. Any time they entered a building, it seemed as if he was very eager to walk out in front of Illura. It seemed like he wanted to protect her, but it soon became clear that he was just trying to trap her in whatever room they were in alone, for a moment of privacy. Read more »

Starla’s Sex Journal, 10/3/17; [Ff][Fdom][Fsub][breastfeeding][oral]

Crying in front of someone else’s baby feels wrong in an unexpected kind of way. At first, they were only tears, but eventually I did start to sob. It got so bad that I had to put Kieran back in his crib, so I could go dry my eyes. Let me explain.

I got a C minus on an exam, when I really needed at least a B. My professor, who knows me very well at this point because I stay after every day with questions, she handed me the test back, and gave me a consolatory pat on the shoulder. I’m probably going to fail out of HST 141, the worst part being that it’s African-American History and I live with a black person. I mean, Kiera wouldn’t actually care that I failed it, but I would. Call it white guilt, I guess.

Kiera walked through the door, with a hard sigh, and stormed straight into her bedroom. I was seated on the edge of her bed still, rubbing my eyes, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t let her catch me crying in her bedroom; that’s some creepy shit out of context. I stood up immediately, and turned my face away, towards the window. “I just put him down for naptime. Waiting for him to fall asleep,” I said. Read more »