The Business Trip, Part 2 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.

She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.

“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.”

The Business Trip, Part 1 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

She sat at the end of the bar playing with a half-melted ice cube inside of a rocks glass. She checked into the hotel earlier, but was still wearing the sweats she had been wearing on the plane. She had flown into Chicago for an industry trade show, and knew she had a few busy days ahead. She alternated between people watching in the lobby and watching the Cubs play the Mets on the lobby TV – anything she could do keep from picking up her phone and scrolling. She always loved business travel, it gave her a chance to feel free again. It had always been that way for her – there was something about that moment she passed through the security gates at Newark Airport that felt freeing. This was only heightened over the past few years as the work-from-home culture had taken hold at her company – she’d only been to the office about 20 times in 24 months, a far cry from the four days per week she was used to pre March 2020.

Her New Room, Part 13 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [F34/M41]

“Twenty-five more to go,” she said firmly as she stepped back. “What kind of cruel Goddess would I be, if I didn’t follow through on my punishments.” She seemed to say that last line with purpose, but he wasn’t sure why. She walked away and came back with a stack of papers. “I wanted a preview of one of your stories for our session, and I opened your notepad file last week – I had no idea you vented in a journal,” she saw in his eyes that he was nervous as she spoke the words. “You leave absolutely no doubt that you think of me as a Goddess, and that makes me feel so sexy and amazing.”

He felt some relief, but wasn’t sure where this was going; the one thing he did know is that he never wrote a negative thing about her, so unless she was making it up for play, there would be nothing of the sort.

Neekanah, Huntress Enslaved – Ch. 01 [Intro] [Scifi] [BDSM] [Submissive] [Humiliation] [More tags listed for future chapters]

### Introduction

Just wanted to test the waters in this subreddit and see if anyone might be interested in a story I’ve been writing off and on… Chapters 2 and 3 are ready to post here if there’s interest. Here’s the original disclaimer that I posted with its publication on Literotica:

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*This story has been a work in progress for the past month, and future chapters delve into a lot of rather fringe fetishes, be warned. Some aspects of this tale celebrate tropes I enjoy, including preposterous ‘menwritingwomen’ memes, as well as ideas and themes from science fiction movies, shows, and games.*

*The tale is heavily inspired by heroine in peril and damsel in distress themes going back to the early days of sci-fi/horror filmmaking and comic books of the 1920s – the 1960s. While it starts slow in section 1, it gets much more obscene in future chapters. If that prospect doesn’t appeal to you, it’s probably wise to skip this bizarre rabbit hole!*

*Some story tags and fetishes appearing in future chapters:*

The Paint Job [bbw] [femdom] [f4m] [male, age 20] [female, age 45]

“Dude, please! I need your help!”

It was Kevin. At least, that’s what we called him at the college. He had migrated over to the states from somewhere over in Europe, so Keveon was his actual name. But, being the lazy assholes we were, me and my other buddies had just kind of Americanized it.

“What’s up, man?” I asked groggily. What the hell time was it anyway?

“Sorry for calling you so early,” Kev said. “But I’m really in a bind here.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be in Mexico?”

“Yeah, I’m here. In Cancun. It’s great, man!”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

“It’s my aunt! She found out I’m down here, and she’s coming for me man!”

“What? Why?!”

“Cuz I promised her I’d stay with her for a couple of weeks, help her out around the house while we’re on break from classes.”

“Awww, you ditched her, and she’s hunting you down like the T-1000, huh?”

“Dude!” Kevin sounded genuinely panicked. “You don’t know my aunt! She doesn’t take no for an answer.”

Ch 1c: What’s a stay at home mom supposed to do when thee new neighbor is young and hot? [F38/M21][slight femdom]

[Chapter 1b](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wl8g2g/ch_1b_whats_a_stay_at_home_mom_supposed_to_do/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

She stood as well and invited herself in for a glass of water. “You know I haven’t see the inside of your place yet. How do boys fresh out of college decorate anyways?” Ian was visibly uncomfortable but didn’t have any legitimate response so just followed her in. Once inside Caroline was shocked to see there was hardly any furniture. In fact the living room was completely empty. “Oh my god, how do you live like this?”

“Well you know it’s only a temporary position so I’ll be moving in a few months anyways.”

“That makes sense I guess. Very boy of you though haha. What is this mountain of clothes doing???”

“Oh yeah well my laundry machine broke, and I just haven’t gone to the laundromat yet. The closest one is kind of far sooo…”

“Aw hell give them here.” She handed Abigail to Ian who looked like he was holding a bomb and she picked up the overflowing basket of clothes and stared marching out his door. Ian blocked the way holding a confused baby and clearly uncomfortable for some other reason.

Ch 1b: What’s a stay at home mom supposed to do when the new neighbor is young and hot? [F38/M21][slight femdom]

[Preface](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wl78b4/chapter_1a_whats_a_stay_at_home_mom_supposed_to/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

This brings us to the first story, hopefully the first of many.

One morning as Caroline is watching Ian go through his sequence of poses on his yoga mat in his back yard, she decides she’ll join him. She not totally out of shape, but she hasn’t ever quite lost all her pregnancy pounds and would like to try something new. She also wants to look better for the new neighbor. She puts on her cutest sports bra and tight shorts and goes out to meet him, baby in tow.

He greets her with that youthful smile that always makes her melt. “Hey Caroline. I haven’t seen you this outfit before. What’s up?”

She’s got no reason to feel nervous, but for some reason she has some butterflies as she responds, “Oh you know you’re so fit, and all I ever see you do is yoga. Well I was hoping you could teach me? I need to work out more anyways, and this seems like a good start.”

“Yeah definitely! I’ll grab you a mat real quick.”

Chapter 1a: What’s a stay at home mom supposed to do when the new neighbor is young and hot? [F38/M21][slight femdom]

**Preface:**

This will be a slow burn at first to set the stage, but I assure you the wait will be worth it. If you want to skip the preface, here is [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wl8g2g/ch_1b_whats_a_stay_at_home_mom_supposed_to_do/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Enjoy!

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It’s been a few months since the new neighbor moved in. Ian is a strange kid from the west coast completely out of place in southern Alabama, but over these past few months, Caroline and Ian have developed a seemingly mutualistic relationship that continues to grow in interesting ways.

It started when he was moving in and she offered to help. It was the middle of the weekday, the baby was asleep, and she had watched from her second story window as he made trip after trip back and forth from his Uhaul. It was clear he was different the locals with his long hair, long board, and yoga mats, and Caroline couldn’t imagine what brought him here.

Judge, Jury and Executrix, Part 5 [BDSM] [Femdom] [kidnap] [torture] [fantasy] [oc] [F40/M40]

He could taste the blood dripping down his face mixed with the saltiness of his tears. Up until a few minutes ago, he still thought that maybe this was all an intense scene that would end in the next day or so; but now it felt very real. He was in a complete state of shock. He told no one where he was headed yesterday, he simply picked up and left. To make it worse, he took everything that could have possibly led anyone to where he was along with him on the trip. If anyone went to his apartment, it would simply look like he’d skipped town, which would surprise absolutely no one who knew him. Since his break up a few months ago, he had pretty much removed himself from society, and gone into what would probably be described as a deep depression. It would be no surprise that he left town, or even worse.

He now felt that his situation was much worse, and to top things off, he even wet his pants while being violated from behind – he was a piss-soaked, bloody, disgusting mess. His senses were so heightened, he heard her footsteps coming down the steps. She had a plate with what looked like two pieces of fake meatloaf, and a bottle of Poland Spring water.

[F21][M20][Incest][Femdom] – Blonde, Bright Mind, Dark Fantasies: Part 1

Her perfect butt wiggled to the beat. When he thrust into her, she let out a little *oh*, discreet and yet powerful, just like her. When he pulled out, her wet hole wouldn’t let him go yet, and she let out a long *mmmh*. His dream, Allie. In her black curls he wanted to sink his head when he met her, to smell her, to experience her.

*There was a knock at the door*

Stefan startled. Had he locked the door?

Never mind, no one would come in yet.

With wet hands, he gripped the masturbator tighter so it wouldn’t slip out of his hands. Where was he?

That’s right, Allie. Stefan and Allie, the dream couple. Sweet at school, dirty in bed. She would be his, begging him for his love, kneeling before him saying, “Stefan, I-”

“Stefan, what the hell are you doing?”

Hastily, Stefan opened his eyes. Standing before him was Natasha, his sister.

“Did it take your breath away?”

“N-no… I just… You know- Every boy does that.”

” I get it, I’ve had enough boyfriends already. But is that Allie’s Instagram there?”