The Knight’s Slave Girl [MF] [anal] [fantasy] [exhibitionism] [fsub] [Mdom] [humiliation] [non con] [drugs] [oral] [prostitution] [reluctance]

**ONE**

The girl was terrified, unable to bear or comprehend that she was finally going to meet one of the terrible fates she had fought so hard to escape. He could see it in her eyes, in her hateful glance. They were in the land of Teluria, the continent which held the western realms. An ocean breeze caressed Tier, the capital city. They stood in the king’s palace, in the long, rectangular, stone throne room; the ceiling arched far above them and pale, cold light trickled in from the high windows. Newly minted lords and knights lined the walls and filled the room with echoing sniggers and japes. King Barion, sitting casually on the throne, had just offered up the girl as a final prize for Ben’s service, and had commanded her stripped for his inspection. Every curve of her was bared now, her plain slip in rags on the floor. She tried to cover herself with an arm hugging her ample breasts, and her other hand was tucked over her groin. He could see her blushing and her gaze had left him and sunk to the floor in embarrassment. She was from Idaria, in the east, and the lords of Teluria despised her for it, and took extra pleasure at her humiliation. It was in popular taste to do so.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 8 – Final [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Later that night Taylor and I met outside the gym each of us dressed just like we would if we would actually be heading inside for an actual workout. It was nearly 8pm, and the crowd at the gym was slowly starting to die down, but there were still a number of people using the weights, treadmills, and other equipment. Entering the gym with my membership card, I kinda hoped that those people would leave soon. The gym was open 24 hours a day, so I wasn’t expecting it to be completely empty, but maybe enough so that me and Taylor couldn’t be heard by the other people.

Thankfully Taylor knew one of the guys that worked behind the counter during the day, and she was able to convince him that we needed the large open room with the mirror for a private class we were holding. Wandering towards the back of the gym and towards the large mirror I glanced over my shoulder a few times making sure no one was paying attention to us. We managed to slip into the open room and close the door behind us, and each of us breathed a small sigh of relief looking at the mirror seeing it was completely normal. I honestly had no idea when this would happen, or that we were even at the correct place. But all we could do now is wait.

[F] – Mirror Monster – Part 7 [Fsub] [bd] [nc] [sci-fi] [Tentacles]

Taylor was already waiting at a table by the time I got to the small cafe she had texted me about. I had been attempting to contact the monster the entire time during my car ride but it didn’t seem to answer the way it did earlier. And now that I thought about it, it really only seemed to talk when I was really horny. I had a hunch that it’s ability to talk and control me had something to do with that.

Entering the cafe I found it to be a fairly dark setting. There were private tables scattered throughout the small room that allowed for people to have private conversations. The lights were dim, and the walls were made of a dark brick that sort of set the mood for the place. The floor was a dark hard wood, and only made the place see more cozy. I could see why Taylor picked this place. It had no mirrors on the walls but would also allow us to talk in private without other customers listening. I went towards the back of the cafe and saw Taylor sitting in a small booth by herself with a coffee in front of her. She looked uncomfortable. Her face was strained a little, and she kept fidgeting shifting back and forth in her seat. I could see her jaw clenching as if she was trying to endure something. I didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. I already knew.

Taking cumslut pussy hunting – Part I [Str8] [bi] [f] [fm] [ffm] [huml] [Fsub] [mast] [public]

One morning after which we have passed the matinee fucking vigorously, we would take a subway ride during the peak hours with the express intent of finding ourselves in the right situation. You would not shower leaving the stench of cunt and cum soaked into your skin, for as you all too well know, there is no better or more natural aphrodisiac to wet another woman’s pussy than the musky smell of sex. I don’t know if its jealousy or hunger or simple an animal or chemical reaction, but nonetheless, it is so. Wave a hand with a strong whiff of fucked pussy under a woman’s nose and watch her knees go to jelly.

You would dress for the occasion, businesslike, with heels and a formal black suit and stockings, and a firm whiteshirt which would display your ample cleavage. You would of course be pantiless, and as we walk towards the station I would tease you by asking you things like “how wet is your cunt? and now?” or asking you if you can feel the flesh of your labia rubbing together, or whether you ned me to dry up the extra pussyjuice dripping down your legs with my hands.

Special kind of Uni vol.1 Ben [free use] [M] [F] [fantasy] [exh] [Fsub] [huml]

There is this guy that I absolutely despise! Ben! I met him on my first day of Uni and he’s been an absolute nightmare. I was having a good day until he spilled MY coffee all over me and gave me an attitude over it. Then on every class that I’ll express an opinion – he’ll fight me on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts claiming that the sky is red just to get on my nerves. My favorite professor, Mr. Wallis, got used to our fights so much that he gave us an assignments to make us work together but that was a complete disaster. We were arguing for a week and I had to finish it mostly by myself.
Anyway..

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Liz the Stress Management Specialist’s second task [MF] [Freeuse-ish, Fsub, spanking, blowjob/facefuck, facial]

Liz lazily turned in her chair, eyes taking in the open plan office – she’d always enjoyed people-watching. She enjoyed noticing the various personalities that shone through in people’s work, some quiet and reserved with headphones plugged in their ears, others loud, their laugh booming through the office. The door to one of the large meeting rooms opened, and a few words drifted out.

“As usual, such a pleasure doing business with you, I think our clients will be *very* happy with the renegociated contract, Greg.”

After a few handshakes, two men dressed in sharp suits walked out, heading towards reception with smiles on their faces. A few seconds later, Greg, one of the lead Programme Managers, stepped out and called out a single word before disappearing back into the room.

“Liz!”

The tension was evident in his voice – he was furious. *Stressed, rather*, thought Liz, *so that’s where I come in.* She stood up and quickly stepped across the floor to the meeting room, shutting the door behind her. She turned around to face Greg, leaning against the meeting room table, arms crossed, his brow furrowed with tightly knit eyebrows. She tilted her head up and stood with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back.

Neighbor, Sir [MF] (fsub) [D/s]

She went to the door, slightly annoyed because she was just getting into the groove of cleaning the house. The kitchen floor was drying, and she was just getting the first load of laundry sorted to put in the washer. Her husband had been home with the flu Wednesday through Friday of last week, and with the taking care of him and the kids, the house went to hell. Plus, there was that late-night neighborhood bonfire Saturday night. Jeesh! It was really fun, but she wasn’t a young kid anymore. She needed most of Sunday to recover from the drinks and the staying up way too late. When her husband left this morning, she got the kids off to school and got right to work on the house. Now, the fucking doorbell interrupted her flow.

When she opened the door, she caught her breath. There at her door was her neighbor, which wouldn’t normally be anything out of the ordinary. He and his wife were over at the house at least three times a week. Their kids were friends, and between sports carpools, driving to the mall and arcades, and hanging out, they have become pretty friendly over the past three years; however, on this particular Monday morning, the events of Saturday night began to come back.

Amerie Part 2: her secret [MFF] [fdom] [fsub] [anal] [oral]

This is a continuation of my first story. Please Check it out for details about us, keep in mind that outside of names, the description of Amerie and I is completely true. For C.J I kind of picture someone looking like: face/hair of Michelle Kkaylee from IG, much darker skin and the body of Anlella Sagra but with fake Cs.

Weeks have gone by, and It was my turn to work Sunday. This building is pretty empty except for some customer service reps on Sundays for emergency help. Amerie and I were seemingly back to our pre-sorta stalk incident acquaintance, where we shared polite and flirty niceties as she came in the building and exited the building. That is of course outside a couple NSFW pics she sent me when she was drunk one night. The one that stuck out the most was her on all fours, with a plug in her ass as she used a dildo on herself, followed by a text saying that it was nothing compared to what I did to her. This girl still wanted me, she just wasn’t willing to tell me unless she was drunk. Of course, she acted like it never happened every time I saw her. I wasn’t going to push and make it awkward.

The New Employee: Stress Management Specialist. [MF] [Public, freeuse-ish, fingering, Fsub]

Liz stared at herself in the mirror, psyching herself up, chest heaving with each breath. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her, wide with stress – or was it anticipation? Unbidden, they slowly slid down, following the curve of her face, her neck, drawn down to her breasts, pushed together and up in the sluttiest bra she’d ever worn. She hadn’t even known they could look that good.

Sighing, she turned around, leaning on the sink as she glanced at the clothes on the clothes hanger on the wall opposite. Clothes was quite the misnomer – they revealed more than they hid, a skirt with a slit down the side reaching up to her waist, a thin blouse, buttons only just reaching past her belly button. Now she understood why the bra she was wearing was so nice, it would be on full display!

She checked the time – ten to nine. Her shift started at nine on the dot, and she couldn’t possibly be late on her first day. She got dressed, turned to check herself in the mirror once again, and gasped at what she saw – she looked like a proper whore, tits nearly spilling out of her blouse, ass snug in the tight skirt, high heels arching her back and pushing both out. Despite herself, she felt a tingle of satisfaction at how *great* she looked.

The only way I get to come… [F] [Orgasm Denial] [Ruined Orgasm] [FSub]

I don’t know if this is the right place for this, but I’m feeling so horny and just want to describe how I treat myself when the time is right.

I love the feeling of being horny and being in need – I love every little bit about it. I love feeling the sensation of warmth and emptiness between my legs. I love how acutely aware I become of my clit, and how badly it needs to be touched. I love feeling [how wet I get](https://imgur.com/8fgs5oC), how sensitive I get, how *desperate* I get for pleasure.

So I try to feel it as acutely and intensely as I can, virtually all the time. I had the idea that if I held off from coming as much as I could, the feelings would intensify, and I would find myself being a great big ball of sexual energy, ready to explode.

And oh man, was I ever right. The sensitization that comes from holding off is something out of this world.