Losing It – Part 6 [F/F][futa][bi][fdom][fsub][oral][prost]

^﴾ ^Content: ^18+, ^analingus/rimjob, ^big ^dick, ^breathplay, ^bullying, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^cum ^swallow, ^excessive ^cum, ^girls ^with ^dicks, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^rough ^sex, ^teasing ^﴿

## Chapter 6⸻Visitors

Embarrassment—or rather, utter mortification was a relatively new emotional state for me at the time, and it certainly wasn’t because I avoided potentially sticky and embarrassing situations. Hoeing comes with a number of occupational hazards, societal shaming chief among them, but you’ll sooner drown a fish than shame Mia Marie Kamiya out of grabbing the bag.

So, it wasn’t just that Millie’s load strung off my face like melted cheese in a Pizza Hut commercial. It wasn’t just that it sloshed audibly in my cheeks when I turned my head to look at the intruder. It wasn’t even that I’d been caught _literally **begging**_ to be painted in the most embarrassing possible way.

As far as first impressions go, I figured this had to be about as bad as you could get. While the number of people whose opinions I give a fuck about is a very short list, Millie’s family had found their way into that rather exclusive group.

pleasing him

gentle femdom x male sub

i pin him to the wall, hands on his waist and lips on his neck, making him want more. i pull away and look at his alluring eyes, trace his lips with my fingers and pull him by his hair to kiss him.

i love seeing him vulnerable and weak, his face being one of concern and worry, wondering whatll happen next. i grab his hair and turn him around, now hes facing the wall, and im going to have my way with him.

my hands wander around his slim body, pinching his nipples and biting his back, such a perfect canvas to ruin. i grab his growing boner, his so turned on by this, so pathetic.

“hard already?” i asked in a teasing voice, knowing that i had already been teasing him enough by grinding my ass on him at the party, he didn’t respond, neither did i expect one.

i pull his boner out, its already hard. i start jerking him off slowly, earning a few pretty moans from him. playing with his sensitive tip is so fun, watching him twitch and moan in pleasure, what a sweet seen. i rub and brush my fingers on his pretty dick, his dulcet moaning was music to my ears. i pinch his tip, quite hard, his pathetic self cries out a no, but boy he knows im not stopping.

The Hero Has But One Weakness (TLoZ) [FM] [build-up] [femdom] [male focus]

*As Link and Zelda explore Hyrule on a scientific mission, Link’s combat abilities start to suffer. What could be wrong with the hero?*

 

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The Princess was on her knees, staring into the water. A soft but forceful wind blew over a sunny day in Hyrule. The Knight stood watch, as the Princess rolled up her right sleeve, and positioned her hand above the water, ready to grab her specimen should it present itself. She and her father-mandated escort had been traveling for the past week, exploring all manner of things that the princess had previously only read about within the safety of Hyrule Castle. The Knight had already proven himself in a fight with several Yiga clan members, but he was a terrible conversationalist, and had seemingly no scientific acumen.

 

She spotted the target of one of numerous studies she wanted to conduct on her trip, and her hand dove into the water.

 

“Got one!” She exclaimed, standing and turning towards Link, who looked back at her skeptically. “This species can augment your ability to hold your breath for extended periods of time.” She said, with her posh royal accent. Link smiled slightly and crossed his arms.

Reign of the Vulvani [MF] [NC] [anal] [fantasy] [Fdom]

***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

Aristan should have enjoyed the tall, voluptuous goddess riding his cock with such furor. He should have been entranced by the flutter of her eyelashes, the trembling of her full red lips, the waiving of her shoulder-length straight black hair, the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair over her pussy mound. He should have been mesmerized by the bouncing of her heavy round tits, the lithe motion of her hourglass figure, the perspiration dripping down her deeply tanned skin, the curling of her toes as she orgasmed around his erection.

But he felt nothing. His dick was hard, made so by the magical gold cock ring clasped snugly around the base of his member, but his libido was nonexistent. Such had been the case for every man in the annals of recorded history.

Aristan was a manservant, a slave, of the Vulvani. He needed no reminding, but the black metal collar around his neck would have done so. His was a matriarchal society in which men were considered little more than livestock, purposed for labor and breeding. That was it.

[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 3

Thank you so much for your comments about the series. I pretend to make this a recurring series, and to slowly introduce some more extreme shit eating elements on this story. It will become a more humiliating and extreme femdom journey as Jarden becomes more and more submissive to Bia’s bottom.

PART 8: THE DEAL

I waited until the next day without eating anything in order to go to Bia’s home. She insisted that it would be better if I was very hungry before, and I couldn’t agree less.

I was scrolling through Instagram waiting for the time we agreed to meet up, which was 4pm. I really had a cold feeling when I saw her new Instagram feed picture. She was wearing a really short dress, and took the photo on front of her mirror, in the bedroom.

Morning Routine [Fm] [Fdom]

What do your weekday mornings look like? We all have our habits and rituals to start the day. Ours work for us.

The alarm rouses me gently, invariably as I wake my hands reach out and search for the metal cage that holds your cock. I pull you firmly with it, feeling you rouse too, and slide your warm sleepy body towards me, cock first. I know you’re straining against the metal bars, your heavy denied balls tingling at my touch.
“Good morning mistress” you whisper as you slide under the sheets, my free hand pushing you down and my thighs opening up to allow you to perform your duty.

As you mouth and tongue find me warm musky pussy I lean over, pick up my phone and check my plans for the day, clear and reply to several emails. You work away in between my legs, licking and sucking with no goal, I’ve no time for an orgasm and I ignore you for the most part. This is purely to cement the cadence of our day.

Stress Relief [Str8] [Fdom] [Msub] [Oral]

The day had been long, the work exhausting. While by no means was it unique to him, it didn’t seem to make much difference. His head ached and his senses were slightly dulled from overuse. The constant focus and stress of dealing with irate customers had been soul-crushing. He slogged from car to doorstep, only pausing to ring the doorbell, momentarily forgetting he had his keys in his pocket.

The cheery chime of the doorbell greeted him a moment before his wife, chipper and bright-eyed, opened the door knowing it was probably him. He smiled a tired smile at her and didn’t even see the door pass him by before he’d stepped forwards into his wife’s loving embrace. He felt keenly her small, strong arms and the softness of her chest against his own as she murmured in his ear. “Welcome home, honey. ” Stepping back from him for a moment to give him a cursory examination, she frowned softly.

“Are you okay? You look tired, sweetie.”

He stepped through the doorway into his home, pulling the door closed behind him as he laughed weakly.

Last at the Bar [MF] [consent] [420] [drinking] [ego melting] [dive bar] [spanking] [gentle femdom]

We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do.

[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 2

PART 5: THE AFTERMATH
I stayed at the hotel until the next day. I took several showers and brushed my teeth at least fifteen times, but the smell and taste of Bia’s shit wouldn’t leave my face for nothing in the world. I could only hope others wouldn’t notice it.

The next morning, I added Bia’s hard earned phone number on WhatsApp and sent her the first message.

‘Hi, Bia. This is Jarden. Just sending this message to add to contact list.’

I waited five minutes and she texted back.

‘Good morning, toilet. Had a good night sleep with my shit on your stomach? Was it good?’

‘It was heavenly. When are we going to do it again?’

I sent this and waited. A short ten minute break passed and she didn’t answer me back. ‘Must be busy’, I thought to myself. I grabbed my car keys and went to check out of the hotel.

On my way home, I still couldn’t believe what just happened. Was any of this real? Bia, from Noblehigh. The girl of my dreams. And I had her dump perfuming my breath. Unbelievable.

[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 1

Chapter 1
Hi! I’m Jarden Nacho and this is my first scat story, and it’s actually based on real life characters – but in a alternate, better (messier!) reality. My main inspiration for this were the SlaveFart scat stories on the ClosetFetishist portal. His adventures with Monica are my favorite stories, and now I’m starting my own journey. Hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what can be better for the next ones.

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WHO IS BIA? (Scroll further if you want to see the scat action without context)

There are some women you can never really forget, no matter what you do. There is a girl that could never leave my mind, and her name is Bia.

She was a friend of my best friend, Julie. I studied with her for almost 6 years, and since the first moment I was madly magnetized for her. But not in a normal way…

You see, with other girls it was different. I liked some, and kissed very few, but Bia had something that made me feel less like a man. Like I couldn’t ever be man enough for her. Just of seeing and knowing her from a far distance, I became to develop (or at least, discover) my femdom fetish.