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Wedding Creme Chapter 1 – The Thief [MFF] [Breast Expansion] [Ass Expansion] [Bondage] [Wholesome]
WEDDING CREME by GlassofGothMilk420
An old vintage from the groom’s family distillery holds a surprise for his bride (and their maid of honor) after the rehearsal dinner … down in the tasting room.
tags: big breasts, breast expansion, body expansion, ass expansion, gulping/chugging, threesome, aphrodesiac, alcohol, bondage, femdom, gentle dom
Starring:
Pan as the Maid of Honor
Poe as the Bride
Buck as the Groom
Ted as the Uncle
CHAPTER 1: THE THIEF
Picture ample but believable cleavage with a trickle leading up the inner curve of the breast to the collarbone
Picture a full mouth softly gasping, tongue licking the corner of rich lips where something spilled on the way in. In the foreground, something round and smooth.
Picture that it’s the base of her palm, wiping her cheek clean of her shooter: it’s time to celebrate.
The Bride, the Groom, and the Maid of Honor are taking a bourbon shot together to celebrate the last guests going home, bringing the rehearsal dinner to a close.
ALL: “Bottoms Up!”
Pan, the Maid slammed back her shooter like nothing and was wiping her cheek before the Bride and Groom got the bourbon glasses to their lips.
A Femdom and Her “Turkish Delight”
Healthy submissive relationship, this was not…there was too much pleasure to be had. Like the calorie counter de-railing on their own diet, I had succumbed again and paid for a visit to her shop tonight. A quiet little place out of town, paved the whole way. I needed the release.
Let me explain some history first. It was there, I would meet her for years to come, but I didn’t know that then. These were my first few weeks of exploration, the virgin days, of the beginning.
A single light from the road marked the house. It was hardly on the map. No one could hear me for miles in my outcries and pleasure with my femdom. I was totally safe to be myself and she seemed so genuine. It was ideal.
Like the starchy, sweet bites of Turkish Delight candy, sessions with her felt so delectable. Like a boy toy…alone with her all the way out here. She tasted and felt so good each time we met. She made it clear she was the priority. She kept me in line almost every time. I was there to be told what to do and surrender to her will.
Government Property
When I was first getting into femdom, I had a partner who wasn’t very experienced, but he was very submissive. Specially, he was aroused by pain. Once, I was on top and he asked me to slap his face. I gave him a couple love taps and then a little later he groaned out that he wanted me to really hit him. I backhanded him. He blinked a little but didn’t slow down.
The next day, he showed up for morning formation with a very red, very obvious handprint on his face, and wouldn’t tell chain of command where or how he got it, or several other marks on his body. Counseling ensued….he was government property and had been damaged.
But….the guy loved pain. We soon learned that nips and ears could do fine, and with little evidence. For my birthday, he got us a fancy room and we did all manner of things. At some point I was spralled out on this fainting couch and he was doing oral. I was twisting his ears with both hands when he got very quiet. I looked down, tears were streaming down his face. I froze.
The Queen’s Harem : Chapter 3 [BDSM, Femdom, Group Play, MSub POV]
There is always something relaxing in washing dishes I’ve found. Maybe it’s the simple repetitiveness of it, the sound of water ringing against the metal pots, or maybe just soaking your hands in the hot water. But this time my mind could neither focus or let go. I dried my hands and removed my only bit of modesty of an apron. Hanging it up I sat on a stool and nervously awaited to hear my fate.
All my hopes hung on a plate of filet mignon, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables and a Dessert of rich New York Cheesecake. There I sat alone with only my racing thoughts. “Why is this taking so long? Why am I even here? Did he mean it when he said I’d have to live here? This is all nuts, I’ve got to g..” Suddenly the door opened, snapping me back to reality.
Outside [postapocalyptic][femdom][rape]
*26th September 1983 was the beginning of the end. Stanislav Petrov, the officer on duty at Moscow’s Serpukhov 15 bunker was close to dozing off when he was awoken by the sharp siren that pierced through the dead of night. On his screen, five bright green fluorescent dots flashed off of the coast of America. Cursing and shaking, he picked up his phone.*
*News of the pending attack was escalated up the chain of command within a matter of minutes before the fateful decision for retaliation was made. Fourty minutes later, amid a storm of fire, explosion and radiation, millenia of human knowledge, wisdom and culture was erased from the Earth.*
**Or so I am told.**
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I’ve always wondered if my teachers truly believe the story they preach us. It has been generations since the war. Those who were fortunate to survive fled underground and had been here since. The last of those who had memories of life before the war had long passed many generations ago. No one knows whats the surface is like and no one dares to set foot into it. The surface, just like the past, is an ideal that is not to be reached, but also too precious to forget.
[MMF] My adventures with Mark and Jill (part 2) [bi][mostly MM]
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I showed up to Mark and Jill’s on Saturday just before noon. It had been a few weeks since our last encounter. The last time I visited was more of a normal visit. The threeway wasn’t brought up by them, I thought I’d leave it be and not be the one to bring it up. When I got inside Jill was bustling around getting ready for work and Mark was playing a video game in the living room. Jill was pretty much on her way out moments after I got there. She gave me a quick hug and we said a brief “Hello, Goodbye”. As the hug broke she dropped her hand and ran it over my crotch while whispering “Have fun” into my ear. Then she was gone. I made my way into the living room. Mark was sitting on one couch and I took a seat on the other. I packed the bong while he played. Once it was packed he paused the game and we made small talk while passing the bong back and forth. It was a pretty hefty sized bowl and my head was swimming by the time it was finished. Mark went back to his game and I lit up a smoke while we kept chatting. I had trouble focusing on the screen. The way the screen moves in guitar hero never mixed well with weed for me. Because of this I looked more at him while we talked and noticed him stealing some glances in my direction occasionally. This was the first time we had hung out one on one since the events of the previous story. He looked a little nervous, I assume he wanted to bring it up but wasn’t sure how.
[FF] [Fdom] [Wrestling] Alissa learns a lesson
Alissa’s first match hadn’t gone as planned, but she did manage to get some offense in. That alone, against a beast like J.T., had secured her a spot in the Fantasy Wrestling League.
She knew, though, that she had to step it up. She had been informed her next match would be coming up. To get in the right headspace, she had a makeover thanks to her newfound access to the FWL hair and makeup department.
Her blonde hair had been dyed purple, pulled into two long pigtails on top of her head. She wore black lipstick and had purple glitter across her face. She hopes the new look would help her stand out from the others.
She made her entrance to a bit of smattering applause. Some people respected her showing against J.T., but a few were starting to form other opinions about her.
Her glittery look, tank top, incredibly small cloth short shorts and knee high socks didn’t help sway the people who were starting to think she was nothing more than a slut in over her head.
[MFF] I was used as a prop in a Femdom class about spanking
So in my city there’s this Femdom group where veteran Dommes teach new Dommes how to properly do things. Sort of like a super kinky class. I matched with the Head Domme on tinder who owns and operates the whole thing.
She was absolutely so charming and eluding. She convinced me to come. She explained it would be a class on spanking and that the males were not allowed to wear clothes but the women are.
So I show up, nervous as hell. I ring the doorbell to the apartment building and two women greet me. “Oh it’s the newbie. Get in here” they lead me up some stairs and into an empty room where they told me to wait. I was in there for maybe ten minutes but it felt like 10 hours. Finally one of the women who greeted me comes in. “Alright bitch, follow me.” She leads me to a downstairs area that looks like half bar half dungeon and there’s about 25 women dressed in Latex all eyeing me up and down. There were two other guys as well but I didn’t really pay attention to them.
A Slave To My Girlfriend – Chapter Two [MF] [Femdom] [Sexual Slavery]
Shifting the car into reverse Daniel threw his arm around the passenger seat headrest and backed out from the parking spot, beginning the trip to Emma’s apartment. She lived about ten minutes from him and Chloe in a new apartment she’d recently moved into with Kiley, a mutual friend of theirs Daniel had known since high school. He’d met Kiley in study hall and, through a mutual disinterest in doing any actual studying, the two quickly became friends. Daniel had always been notably fond of Kiley and thought of her as one his best friends. Sometimes he secretly wondered about her, whether they’d be good together. How different his life would be now if he’d just asked her out instead of Chloe. Emma, on the other hand, had never been nice to Daniel. A college roommate of Kiley’s, the two had rented the apartment together in an effort to get away from the dorm life. Chloe had asked that Daniel come along that day and help them move their stuff in, which of course was not an easy task for a third floor apartment. He remembered how Emma didn’t even say hello before shoving a box into his chest and asking that it be set in her bedroom.