[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 2 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Thank god he found me. Somehow, he saved me. I was sure I looked like a complete slut on my hands and knees naked from the waist up, panting and sweating. But I didn’t care I simply covered myself with one hand, thanked him multiple times and ran to the change rooms. Once I grabbed my things I was in my car driving home and a few minutes later I was locking my front door, sitting on my couch and breathing heavy trying to understand what happened. It wasn’t a dream. There was no way. I could still feel my body tingling. My face was still red with embarrassment and arousal.

I took a deep breath. I was safe now. It was all just a fucked up mistake. I walked towards the bathroom deciding a shower was probably exactly what I needed to wash the slime off my body. I still felt sticky. The bathroom was large. A standing tile shower took up the entire end of it complete with multiple heads that sprayed water including a rainfall one at the ceiling. Over the vanity on the wall directly across from the shower was a large ten foot long mirror. I paused looking at myself in the mirror. I felt a chill down my spine looking at my reflection now. Almost as if to test it I reached out with my left hand and touched the glass. Thankfully it was cold and hard, just like a mirror should be.

Milk maid [str8] [MMMF] [bd] [fsub]

She sat on the floor of the cell her wrists chained to the wall above her head, this had been done to stop her expressing the milk from her swollen breasts, as it was they were so full that milk seeped from her aching nipples, the fact that her hands were high put them under more pressure.In the remaining hours she looked around the damp black walls of her place of captivity and began to reflect on her situation.
The treatment had begun six months before when she had been given the prescribed drugs to take, there was no no noticeable effects to begin with apart from a small increase in size. The last week had seen a big change with her swollen breasts being heavy with milk which she had initially been allowed to express into a bowl. The piercing of her outer pussy lips had been painful but that also was three months ago now and the silver rings that now adorned them could be pulled about without any discomfort. None of the other aspects of the procedures held much mystery for her, she had seen the chamber with its construction in the middle and wide screen monitors all around the walls showing every aspect of the central restraints from every angle. She like many others had seen the channel that broadcast the whole thing to those whose kink was in this vein. She had been a little surprised that right from the moment she signed the legal waivers, effectively giving away all rights to her body, things changed so rapidly. Her clothes were taken from her and she immediately found herself in her present predicament. She was filled with a mixture of excitement and fear as the hour approached.
Her two young jailers, experienced girls that could control any thought of backing out, came for her and without speaking, released her from her chains and led her to the chamber. She entered with her huge breasts swinging independently of each other, milk beginning to dribble from both nipples. A murmur of approval came from the invited audience as she was led to the frame. She was bent over a bar at waist height and her chin rested on a bar of the same height, her thighs were strapped in individual harnesses just lifting her feet from the floor. Hands and feet were shackled to the frame. A ball gag was fixed in her mouth and so she was incapable of backing out now either verbally or physically.
One jailer picked up an anal hook and lubricated the ball end before inserting it in the girls anus, the second trainer attached the other end to the girls long hair with rough rope, a large vibrator was attached to the shaft of the hook with tape and turned on sending vibrations deep into her insides, she began to drool from the sides of the ball gag. Next elasticated cords were attached to the rings in her pussy lips and the other ends clipped to the frame, pulling wide her opening. She felt the hot breath from the jailer on her clitoris as she worked. Tubes from the milking machine were positioned on her leaking nipples as the gentle suction made them stay in position.
The jailers switched on the milking machine and backed away into the audience. The gentle pulsing gave instant relief to her engorged breast as it began to suck milk into a large container, she knew that this would become deliciously painful as the intensity and frequency of pulsing was increased.
She was unaware of the young oiled man that appeared behind her until he inserted his large cock into her inviting cunt and as the young man began to slide in and out of her in time with the milking machine pulsing, she began to orgasm, the young man increased his pace and the milking machine kept up with him. Her orgasms came rapidly one after the other until they were continuous. The young man began to cum and pulled out of her, to be replaced by a second stud who kept up the same pace. Drool was pouring from the girls mouth and cum was dripping from. Her pussy onto the floor below. When the second man had finished the jailers moved in to remove the anal hook. The ball gag was also taken out to give her chances to catch her breath. A large black man stood before her and oiled his giant member with long stokes of his hand, he disappeared around the back of her and she felt the end of his knob pushing into her ass. As his whole length went into her she gasped “fucking hell yeeeees”. All was being shown in graphic close up on the big screens around the walls. The man sated himself and his cum joined the wetness on the floor beneath her.
A jailer fixed a mask to the girl that sealed her mouth except for a tube the other end of which the raised container of milk was attached and so the girl was slowly fed her own breast milk whilst she breathed through her nose. She would be left this way for a few hours while her breasts replenished themselves and the whole process could be started again.

What does it all mean? – Part 2 [STR8] [MFmf] [nc] [Fsub] [MDom]

Here’s the final chapter, submitted as a separate post due to size limitations. Enjoy!
 

*In Distress.*

 

I descend the stairs with a heavy heart, full of regrets. I remind myself that this was your choice, that your rebelliousness, your willingness to break the rules, your brilliance, were all equally significant in making you the women you were. My protege. Still, I can’t help but wonder, as I step slowly down into he poorly lit basement of the black-market Galactic Real Estate clearing house I found through word of mouth, if I could not have done more, could have prevented you from taking things too far.

 

We live in a world of over-looked wonders. Few people take even a moment to reflect on how lucky we are, to live when we do, standing on the shoulders of giants. We are all too busy enjoying the conveniences and comforts that modern technology has granted us, to think too much about how it used to be.

 

What does it all mean? [STR8] [MFmf] [nc] [Fsub] [MDom]

Hello funsters,

 

This started out as a series of roleplay prompts, then they started linking up nicely together, Butt-Atlas style. I decided that it could serve as it’s own stand-alone story, or at least the first chapter of each.

 

All of these stories are full of women being Dominated, humiliated, used, and/or abused, some willing, some less so. There are also smattering of romance, and affection, or at least friendship that is being slowly twisted into something more.

 

And, Also, there is quite a lot of Daddy/daughter style incest, or DD/lg style D/s dynamics.

 

And it gets a little violent toward the end.

 

I think that’s warning enough. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.

**Happy Endings.**

 

Ascending is difficult. Not because of the physical exertion – as steep as the incline is, I can handle that. I’m well-rested enough. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, were it not for the help of booze and medication, but it got me there. It’s the destination that puts me off, even though I know this his to be done.

 

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 1 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Sweat dripped from my brow as I stood in the large empty gym room looking at myself in the large mirror that covered the entire wall. I was breathing heavy, music from my wireless earphones played in my ears as I took a few moments to catch my breath. I was used to being alone for my workouts. The gym was quiet this late at night.

My eyes wandered down my spandex covered body. My sports bra damp under my arms and my tights showed obvious signs of sweat. The last year of commitment had paid off. I could see a slight outline of abs, there was a visible amount of muscle in my arms that gave them that nice toned look. My ass had become firm with just a slight amount of giggle and my breasts managed to retain their shape, maybe even a little perkier.

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad.

Peeping Country Retreat part 2 (MFff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral] [lesb] [Fsub] [anal]

“This is your room, sir.”

His room contained a large bed and two large windows obscured by curtains on the wall behind the bed. Everything in the room was white. She entered the room after him, gulping her drink and placing her empty glass on the night stand.

She hopped on the bed on all fours and crawled across it. He looked straight at her asshole and completely exposed, drooling pussy. She reached deep in the head of the bed, under a huge pile of pillows feeling for something, her face getting lower and lower, now her cheek laying on the bed, her face turned to him. She looked at him as he stared at her ass sticking up in the air. Her dress bunched up enough that her ass was completely uncovered. She reached back and tried to pull it back over her round bubble butt to no avail. Her headband fell off, and her hair started to muss.

“Are you ok, there, Ruby?” Tom said standing at the foot of the bed, sippingh his drink. She bit her lip and turned her head away from him.

“There!” Ruby exclaimed and started pulling the bottom sheet.

The time my slave disappointed me Pt 2 [MF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.

What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

A while later, once again I find myself sitting on the couch regarding my slave as I sip my drink and stroke my cock. As we lock eyes, I see in her that mischievous look that tells me I might have been played a bit earlier. Her cheeks are flushed red, she looks almost chipper. She struggles to keep a smirk off her face. She hadn’t forgotten her role at all; she’d wanted to be brutalized, and she knew that’s what would happen if she broke the rules.

Well. Two can play this game.

The time my slave disappointed me Pt 1 [MF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [anal]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.
What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

I arrived in town late last night and have had to be at work early this morning. Thinking about my slave left me distracted through most of the day. My last meeting finally winds down and I head back to the hotel.

As always, I’ve told her only how to greet me. I always aim for something a little different, but usually I have her waiting for me, presenting herself for me to use her as I please. Tonight, I decided on something a little more active on her part.

A night with my slave [MF] [Fsub] [Mdom]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.

What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

My slave is dutifully waiting for me. As always, she has checked into the hotel ahead of me, has prepared herself, and is awaiting my arrival. My flight was long, and the sight of her there on her hands and knees, waiting for me, is enough to perk me up considerably.

Tonight’s sight is a bit different: the usual lingerie and bonds are gone. She waits for me completely naked, her crop balanced across her back. I grunt a slight approval, but otherwise ignore her, shucking my backpack and luggage into a corner, before I pour myself a drink from the minibar. I pull up a chair off to the side, take off my shoes, and kick my feet up onto her ass. I’m not sure why this never occurred to me before, but she makes the most amazing footstool…