Monsters Among Us (Superheroine peril, MF, Fdom, non consensual, public)

Monsters Among Us

Historical Interlude 1886 London

Femme Fatalle adjusted her gauntlets. She needed the protection of total skin coverage to prevent her power from accidentally feeding on the men around her. She was a heroine, a defender of the people because she chose to be. Inside her was the blood of an Incubus, a sexual demon who had seduced her mother the Countess of Tor, as part of her father’s endless and limitless debaucheries. She was born with a curse, a curse that made love impossible, for she fed on the lives of men through their sexual desire. She was worse than a vampire, she was a soul devouring seductress. The physical power she gained from that heritage made her three times stronger than a strong man, faster than a fencer, and able to take blows which would stun an ox. She chose to act as a heroine, to defend the people who would hunt her down and destroy her if they guessed what she was, to defend the people her own soul and hunger deemed cattle, a prey herd that existed only to be her playthings and food. She chose to be a heroine, because she knew she was a monster waiting to happen.

Chastity Keyholding Play Becoming Reality, Mistress F, Part 1

Mistress F, Keyholding Play Becoming Reality, Part 1

Preface: This is a real story, unfolding in real time, with personal details withheld, we are currently on Day 8, and this story will be updated to eventually reach the present day. User feedback, especially ideas both for pleasure and discipline, are strongly encouraged. We need ideas for enforcing staying locked and not breaking free, as no cage is full proof, and I’m pretty crafty to get a cage off if I wanted. Both the chaste and Mistress will be reading the comments. Mistress F notes that methods of punishment for if the chaste breaks free to pleasure himself are especially wanted.

Day 1.

How headaches turned me into a cuck slave. [cucking] [mdom] [fdom] [degrading]

My ex-girlfriend, Abigale, has these migraines sometimes that totally wipe her out. She has special meds, has the situation worked out with her job so she can leave anytime without getting fired, doctors say there’s nothing that can be done except pain meds.

Usually, when she has them, the next couple days, even if the pain is gone, she’s pretty irritable. Well, one day, after one of her migraines, she was totally not irritable. In fact, she was really fucking happy. I asked what was different and she said that she had tried a different medicine and it apparently worked really well. I asked what the medication was but she was a little weird about it, but mentioned it was an injection or something.

This goes on for like, two months, and her migraines are even more spaced out, so it seemed like the medicine was working great. But one day she gets a migraine and it’s like it used to be where she was upset. I asked about the new meds and why she thinks it’s not working. She grumbled about not having them and I asked why not. Biggest mistake of my life. She snapped at me and told me the truth.

Enslaved And Educated Pt. 2 [Femdom] [Masturbation] [MF]

*I advice you to read Episode I first.* [*It is over here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/vf095c/enslaved_and_educated/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Enjoy your read.*

I was living a peeping toms dream. I was jerking off like maniac. Whenever my roommate was around. She always smiled at me when I was looking at her, with my rock hard boner in one hand and my balls in the other one. It went that way for about a month.

Then it happened. It got out of control. I accidentally nutted my load onto the Persian carpet in the living room. The fun was over within seconds. She gave me a view that immediately made me regret my failure. I was fucked. She stood there, arms crossed, tipping with one of her feet, I knew that something terrible was going to happen.

No she didn’t lost it. She stayed calm. Very calm. She took a very deep breath: “Look what you have done. I told you to not spit your filthy juices anywhere. Now, there is a stain on the carpet. Well done.”

A Cup of Tea (Part 5) [MF]

Silvia places her pussy onto his face and plays with Mike’s hair as his tongue cleans her up. “Eat it all up baby, I don’t want you to go hungry.” She seductively lectures Mike as she flexes her muscles, pressing further into him. Mike’s tongue explores every inch of her box, the taste is mouthwatering. Each of her lips get their own special treatment. She deserves the world and Mike plans to do just that. His tongue goes up and down, making sure to keep the variety of both a flat and pointed tongue. Occasionally to make sure she is still enjoying her dominatrix lifestyle, Mike teases with her clit. At the top of her pussy is the pleasure center; to Mike it tastes the best. His own seamen just adds to the flavor of his given task. “Keep going bitch, I am close myself. When I cum I want you to tell me how I taste.” Mike can feel his hair being rustled and played with, it feels good. The owner’s lapdog should be pet once in a while, it shows compassion and love. His nose is right above her pussy, the smell is intoxicating. The intensity of it is mouthwatering. His cock twitches more; he begins to tease himself slowly. By using the smell of her juices as fuel for his sexual conquest, Mike rubs his crotch, desperate to get hard again.

A professional? Sunday brunch made me hungry and he filled me up [FM]

*I have a strict ‘no sex at work’ rule, but I guess some rules are meant to be broken a couple of times. I’m not proud, but this month’s contest submissions got my body reminiscing of them and I figured I’d share the first one today. What are -your- strict sex rules worth breaking a couple of times?*

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Do you ever go on trips where you feel insatiable all the time? Does air travel mess up your hormones? My visit to my BFF in a different city was full of all the fun things and wholesome catch-up, but the vibrator I brought was just not cutting it. I remember hours I spent on my friend’s bed, naked, finding angles to take nudes for the Redditor I’d fuck on the second leg of my trip (story for another day).

I was staying at my friend’s shared house, so I didn’t expect any action in that town of mostly young professionals. My poor pussy was dying. I never would have expected relief to come during a particularly horny Sunday, when a professional brunch was my lucky break. Networking Sunday brunch. Yes.

The Pact of the Witch. [Ch.02] [F/m] [Fantasy] [Dubcon] [Femdom] [OC]

Kami’s heart finally stopped racing. Her body felt strangely light, in a very pleasant way. She stood up slowly, taking in the room. Something was different, but she could not quite tell how.

*You are feeling the changes. As our bond grows, we will become more… alike.*

“Can you read my mind?” Kami asked the incubus. He, too, looked different. Where there had been only one tentacle before, two new ones had grown. They were much smaller, writhing more quickly.

In a way. In time, we will be able to fully link. For now, it is more of a vague set of loose sentiments and feelings I can hear.

Kami nodded, slowly. She looked around the room again. “I can see in the dark!” That what was what different. The faint moonlight suddenly gave her a much clearer view of the little hut. The blood on the floor seemed to almost glow, and she could make out every detail of the fat man on the floor.

“What should I- we, do with him?” Kami felt uneasy about the way she had tricked the man. She couldn’t just leave him here and risk him starving to death if no one happened to check in on the little hut.

Turkish Delight

[femdom/sub male] (male perspective written by a woman)

Like a sweet piece of candy, I was her treat. Back in the woods, she knew just where to meet. My femdom was my pleasure and also my weakness.

What surprises will she have for my meekness?

“It’s all in the preparations and truly a ride. Enjoy the journey, sweetie,” she said as she closed the door. Leaving nothing unturned, like a river untamed, she demands my time. Join the Femdom and her Turkish Delight on a quick trip down their memory lane of adventures.

(Links are in comments)

Enjoy!
Sincerely, Jenny Beck

Supernatural Erotica: Who Let the Succubus In?-Chapter 1 [Femdom] [French kissing] [Spanking] [Noncon][Blowjob] [Licking] [Blackmail] [Aggressive riding] [Ball sucking] [Monster girl]

19 year old Seth opened his eyes slowly as he heard his mother’s voice call him from downstairs. He groggily sat up in his bed, his shoulder length black hair soaked with sweat. Then he pushed the blanket away, allowing his naked, pale body to be bathed in the warm sunlight that streamed in through his bedroom window. His body was lean, and yet still gracile and femme. His morning hood stood monolithic in the sunlight, all 7.5 inches of it, and normally he would deflate it, but he didn’t have the time this morning.

Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Seth sauntered over to his door and braced himself for the “new member of the family” he was about to meet. Last month, his mother had adopted a Succubus from one of the countless “Homeless Succubus” organisations that have been popping up since the “mass appearance”.

So basically, there was an overpopulation of Succubi in the Netherrealm (mostly because they were fucking everything and everyone), so the governments of the Netherrealm had given the Succubi population a choice. Be culled or move into the Human world. And the governments of Earth had stupidly agreed. And because most of the Succubi were too lazy to go into the workforce, tons of shitty charity organisations popped up to help the perpetually horny whores find themselves a family to mooch off of.

[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 5

In one small part of this chapter, I made a tribute to a Reddit story that I read on /coprophiles, by deviant_101, called ‘Eating my wife’s shit after a hard day’s work’. Just loved the graphic description of the scene, so slipped the same scene on this chapter of the series. Thanks to the original author!

PART 12: MOVING OUT

So, we returned from Paris and began preparing for this ‘beach’ trip which she didn’t told me a thing about. I was clueless about the reason of the trip, but the Paris one was work-related for her.

I also skipped some work days with no justification in order to go eat her ‘french meals’, and now I was going to the studio to clarify things out.

When I arrived, my colleagues greeted me from a distance (I had the worst breath they ever smelled) and my boss called me to his office with a very serious and disappointed look on his face.

‘Look, Jarden, I think this is no surprise to you, but we’re gonna have to let you go. Your work performance has dropped enormously, all this days that you didn’t showed up or disappearing in the middle of the afternoon… I’m very sorry, I thought you would have a brilliant career here, but sadly that’s not the case.’