The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]

It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.

Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.

Executive Rivalry (Mdom, Fsub, MF, FF, office, catfight – 633 words)

**EXECUTIVE RIVALRY**
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).

*Jason helps his bitchy female junior executives settle their rivalry via a humiliating process.*

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Jessica and Tiana hated each other. They were both junior executives at the firm, in competing teams, and there was nothing they wanted more than to scratch each other’s eyes out.

Finally their manager, Jason, decided he had had enough of their bitchy catfighting after the two women had a screaming match outside his office.

“Listen up,” he said. “I should fire you both for this behaviour.”

They hung their heads in shame, awaiting his next words quietly.

“But,” he said, “you’re both talented, and I’d hate to lose you both. In fact, I’m expected to be getting promoted in two months’ time, and there’ll be an opening for one of you to take my job.”

They were clearly interested now. Jessica bit her lip cutely. Tiana’s eyes flashed with ambition.

Bonded. Part 2. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]

(*note: still a slow burn. slowest of simmers. i’m making a stew over here. and a it’s a short-ish chapter. enjoy!)*

A few days had gone by, and I was honestly starting to think that the man on the train had been a delirious daydream of mine after an exhausting day. And today was rounding up to be a similarly draining one, countless last minute requests that kept me on my desk far beyond the time I was being paid for. Unable to say no, and with a relentless need to always prove my worth, I wrapped everything up around 6 pm, a few hours later than my usual end of the workday.

Walking out of the office building into the twilight, it was nice to breathe in the air that was on the cusp of fall, chillier and less stifling than the usual humid swirl one had to endure. Thankfully, the wind wasn’t too rambunctious, but I still adjusted the flare of my dress, making sure I won’t accidentally flash anyone and walked over to the subway.

No Tell Motel [NonFiction] [MF] [BDSM] [MDom] [Fsub] [Oral] [Rope] [Flogging] [Fucking]

There was a time when Kitten and I were long-distance in our relationship. Living in different states was challenging, but nothing we couldn’t overcome with an occasional weekend together. We would meet in a state between us, a little more convenient location for her than I, but not a terrible inconvenience to me. I’d book a room at a decent hotel, affectionately known as “Our Fuckplace.”

One weekend I remember vividly because it was early in her submission to me. We were still at a stage where we were getting more familiar with one another. We had an idea of what got the other riled, but we needed to fully understand.

“Here. Lie face down on the ottoman,” I said as I tapped on the brown leather.

“Here? What are you gonna do?” She asked incredulously.

“Just do as I say. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I do.” She replied as she lay on top of the ottoman.

Bonded. Part 1. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]

Sometimes existence felt like it was split into neat little quadrants on the clock. Everything I did in a day could fit there, a predictable pattern of all things known in my little world. Gym, commute, work, commute, home, maybe a night out with friends, but most likely a half finished poem by the bedside and then sleep. I’m not saying I regretted the way my day could be mapped with a blindfold on, I’m just saying these waters had been undisturbed for too long.

The restlessness could be tasted off of the air around me, if someone was to pay attention that is. And most didn’t.

Until that one day.

It was a full train, bursting almost, everyone shoving each other to create room for their elbows and bags. I had been pushed by the incoming swarm of busy bodies, all the way to the middle of the train, near the seated folks clutching tightly to their seats. Another shove, and a bump of the train itself, and I stumbled a little against a knee and quickly mumbled a practiced, instinctual “Sorry!” without really looking at the person to whom the denim clad knee belonged.Silence.

*Odd*.

Play Night Part 6 of 6 (Alternate) [M/F] [20ish-40ish] [MDom/FSub] [BFE] [Bondage] [Daddy Talk] [Rough Play] [Deep Throating] [Face Fucking] [Gagging] [Swallowing] [Aftercare] [TRIGGER WARNINGS] [Intense Emotions] [Lots of Crying] [Talk of Severe Childhood Trauma] [Mention of Sexual Trauma]

Authors note:

This alternate ending was originally a part that would have been either after part 3 or part 4 but I ended up taking it out because it kind of made the guy less sympathetic and more sleazy based on where the original ending ended up going. I was thinking about just putting it out as a deleted scene but decided to rework it (quite a bit, maybe almost entirely) into an alternate ending rather than just say “Glad you read this far, but oops sorry this ending isn’t for you so bye.” It ended up still having some talk of abuse, but it maybe has at least a little less to do with sex? There isn’t really a barometer for measuring traumatic events out there since the effects depend entirely on the biological, emotional, and mental state of the individual. Again I am not a licensed mental person and anything in this story should not be taken as advice, and apologizes again if you don’t feel comfortable reading either ending. An additional apology for the length of this one as well. It also seems to have gotten away from me.

Play Night Part 5 of 6 [M/F] [20ish-40ish] [MDom/FSub] [BFE] [Bondage] [Tied Down] [Gagged] [Spanking] [Rough Play] [Fingering] [Vibrator] [Forced Orgasms] [Aftercare] [TRIGGER WARNINGS] [Talk of Self Harm] [Intense Emotions] [Lots of Crying] [Accidental Peeing]

Part 5: Painful Lessons (No Broken Rulers This Time)

You find yourself being strapped to the foot stool that had, earlier that evening, been used to prop up your aching feet when you had gotten home from work. Back when your ignorance of what was going to happen was just blissful excitement.

After being firmly secured, making it hard for you to even budge, you find that your naked backside is exposed and defenseless. In fact, your whole body, inside and out feels open and vulnerable to attack. You can’t help but shiver, partially from the coolness of autumn outside creeping in and gathering against your skin, and partially from the growing anxiety behind what might be about to happen. Next he brings out something you would never would have guessed was even in your home, a red ball gag.

Lastly, after patiently securing the gag around your mouth, you hear him behind you as he goes into the closet and gets something. “Since your sweet ass broke the last object I used to spank you, I figure for next time I’d upgrade a little.” You hear him say as he moves around you and shows you what he means. In his hands is a simple, sturdy, black leather bound paddle, designed specifically for one thing.

Play Night Part 4 of 6 [M/F] [20ish-40ish] [MDom/FSub] [BFE] [Masturbation] [Bondage] [TRIGGER WARNINGS] [Dissociation] [Panic] [Stress Responses] [Intense Emotions] [Self Loathing] [Kind of a mid story downer near the end]

Play Night pt. 4 of 6 (probably): Cumming Down (Oops, You Did It Again)

The two of you lay on your floor, spent. You on the towel and him on his side, turned away. You’re so cum drunk you barely even notice the vibrator still violently humming in pulses against your leg. From his breathing you can’t tell whether he’s just as out of it as you are or asleep (or even conscious). After turning off your toy (wondering if you should give it a new name or smash it with a hammer), you groggily roll over and sit up slightly, gazing down at the mess between your legs. Between the gallons of his cum leaking out and the buckets of your juices soaking a third of the towel your shocked that the two of you aren’t both dried out husks, driven to mummification by mutual lust.

Your fingers begin idly sliding through the flow dripping from you, scooping up a gob and putting it in your mouth. Fuck we tastes good. The both of you mixed together in such quantities is intoxicating and the smell of sex still heavy in the air. Your fingers slowly move, pulling more of his seed out so you can play with it as your mind still swims in the post nut bliss. You casually notice your shorts and panties are drenched and think that the flannel’s probably seen it’s last butt (RIP P&F).

Play Night Part 3 of 6 [M/F] [20ish-40ish] [MDom/FSub] [BFE] [Aftercare] [Spanking] [Teasing] [Dirty Talk] [Shaming] [Edging] [Slippery Slope] [Punishment] [Daddy Talk] kind of [Forced Orgasm]

Play Night pt. 3 of 6 (it’s looking like): Escalation (That’s a Slippery Slope)

You didn’t realize how sore your legs and arms had become when he finally lets you lay on your back. The knee high socks helped a little, but all the normal sensations come rushing in. Your shoulders beginning to ache, your knees screaming from having been on all fours for so long. You are a little surprised when he brings you your water bottle filled with cool refreshment. Realizing how much moisture you must have lost in the last hour, you gulp down the water greedily. Or hour*s*? You can’t actually tell how long it’s really been since it all started.

“Don’t want my girl passing out from dehydration now do we?” He gulped from his own glass and set it near his side of the bed. “Here…Come here.”

Play Night Part 2 of 7(?) [M/F] [20ish-40ish] [MDom/FSub] [BFE] [Spanking] [Teasing] [Edging] [Denial] [Punishment] [Name Calling]

Play Night pt 2 of (still maybe?) 7: Discovery (Sure Hope Mom Doesn’t Find Out)

You were expecting some kind of costume or uniform, but the outfit he hands you to put on fails to offer any additional clues as to what’s going on. After he leaves the room, saying he has to check on something, you change into a soft light gray tank top that’s a little tight on you, no bra, panties that almost matched the shirt, slightly darker loose but fairly short flannel pajama shorts that seem to only half cover your backside, and thigh high socks (all extra soft and warm and smelling like fresh Bounce sheets due to the fact he apparently had time sneak them in the dryer for a few minutes without you even noticing). He comes back in wearing his usual (but you notice also freshly dryered) boxers and t-shirt and carrying a rolled up towel as you stand in the middle of the room like he asked before he left.