Agrabah – [Mf] slight help from [F] and multiple[M]. [Slave][Bondage][Mdom][fsub][Master][Bukkake]. Fantasy [drugs]? [BDSM]

Hi everyone! I am getting back into writing (and super excited about the new content that’s coming :D) so in honor of that, I decided to post a previous, favorite fantasy of mine here! It was inspired by that lovely 15 second clip of slave Jasmine from Aladdin. The figure in power here is based on Jafar as a character NOT on his physical appearance. Also, as I wrote, I started to see myself in Jasmine’s place. She reflects a lot of who I am. So if you want to put myself in the Jasmine figure as well, you can go to my personal subreddit r/DreamingFarAway to see what I look like :)

**Lastly, WARNING this piece is a little bit more than what most people like to read. If my work offends you… I’m not really sorry, but some people still think I need to warn them first.**

Enjoy!!

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He walks into the grand treasure room, happy to see his slave already waiting for him besides his throne. Power was a beautiful thing.

“Good evening Darling” He says while sending her a charming smile.

I can see you [anal][cheating][slut wife][voy][cuck][FM/FM][Fsub][Mdom] (x-post)

I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.

Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.

The Last Submissive

As I said, my axis had tilted; I was beginning to feel more like a woman than a man. After several months of this, one Thursday night while I cuddled in bed with Mistress Hunter and we watched a late-night talk show, she dropped the bomb on me. Clicking off the TV, she flipped over on top, smiling, looking down on me fondly, her thighs straddling my waist, my cock limp under her crotch, and she said, “Paulina, I so love having you submit to me as a woman. Don’t you love it, too, darling?”

I stared into those blue eyes, that beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts plumping out of her pajamas, this primal, alpha woman of my dreams, and I replied, not untruthfully, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled. “I’m so pleased to hear you say that. Because . . . because, dear, I’ve been searching for a submissive like you all my life, I have always wanted to turn a man into my woman and have her that way—forever. You’d be my last submissive. I want you to consider that. I know it’s a big step, darling, but I’d like you to consider a lifetime commitment, becoming a female submissive for me.” I looked up at her, speechless. Then she began stroking my cock, which strangely, for the first time in days, grew hard, hormones or no hormones. Like it was a big clitoris saying, ‘Hell yes, I want this!” Fucking traitor cock. I was putty in her hands. I stammered, “Wha.. what do you mean, Mistress? You want to always wear women’s clothing and treat me like a woman, your sissy slave?”

MF Gray Thong [Fsub] [Bondage] [bdsm]

You sat there in the gray thong, crouching down on your tip-toes, ass looking like it was left on a platter. So white, just the right contrast with that gray thong.

Hands tied down with rope, rough brown stock, rope twisting and squeezing so your hands constantly push those pale and plush titties up. Little pink nipples, hard as they are, bring out the red of your hair. Your face looks like it’s starting to hurt, too much strain in your ankles, too much pressure pushing on your tits, maybe your back is starting to ache, but you sit obedient just the same.

There’s a thin mattress laying on the hardwood floor in front of you. It would be so easy to just give up and fall on the soft release, I’m not even in the room right now.

You keep the position, wait on me to come back in and pull on that gray thong. You’re at that point where you’re not sweating but perspiring, skin looks like it’s trying to catch a breath on the hot day. I squeeze one of your pink nipples, I pull it out and pull it again. They sure do have some stretch in them if a person had the inclination for that.

[MF] Breaking Our Little Dry Spell [Fsub] [Couple] [Romantic]

The last time we had been together was weeks ago, not through choice, but life, work, illness and seemingly everything else had gotten in the way, that needed to end, we had decided, and it ended tonight. We started off calmly, making our way to bed, kissing, cuddling, then our hands went exploring and things quickly began to heat up. Our clothes, most of them at least, found themselves disregarded and cast aside, leaving me in very little and her in even less.

Her delicate red bra was quickly gotten rid of, leaving only her matching underwear as my hand started drifting, she needed relief and the responsibility, it seemed, was falling to my fingers. I slid my hand down from her perky breasts, along her chest and down past her hips, slowing down as I passed below her waist, torturing her a little. My digits were doing their work, bringing her closer and closer to climax, her pussy an oasis in the dry spell we were on our way to breaking. A few minutes passed and she was finished, her climax very successfully reached, another few minutes passed and we were going again, one climax turned into two, then three, before she turned to me and said.

Christine [MF] [MFF] [oral] [Fsub]

Christine had been an office girl in the old world. Before the virus and the political upheaval made city life unmanageable she had been the good Asian daughter: she studied her math, never made herself a nuisance, and found herself a job that used her brain and got her out of the family’s noodle shop. Now she lived with Derek in a very different life. But she was safe.

It had all been disastrous, the carnage and the choice to finally just run for it. She left the city and was held up, the men with guns took the car and her dignity would soon follow. Eventually she ended up with Derek.

Derek was a good man though and secretly helped the new underground railroad to help women to safety.

Her life was simple: she’d help with chores and give Derek blowjobs. She liked him, even if she was considered his property by other men, but there was a way about her mind being empty of all that math her family made her study and simply consumed with giving him blowjobs. Wet, sloppy, neat, fast, loving, forceful she was working on all of them.

Bible Study [MF] [fsub] [gangbang]

What follows below is fiction. It is a fantasy of mine that I just need to get out there. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to message me if you like it. I am 25 years old.
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My name is Rachel. I was 19 when I met this guy my age at a church gathering. He introduced himself to me and I made small talk with him. His name was Mark. He was nice enough, but I didn’t really look at him in a sexual way. Every time we saw each other, we’d talk a bit. At some point, one of his friends would often say hi to us while we were talking. Then there would be a different friend. It seemed like he had a whole group of friends; he seemed popular and friendly and I began to take a liking to him.

Shannon’s Baby [Mf][Mdom][Fsub][preg]

“Shit…” Shannon muttered under her breath as she jumped in the car. She was late to work for the second time this week. Her boss was going to be furious if she didn’t get in on time. She sped off down the road, skipping her normal stop for coffee at Starbucks. Caffeine would just have to wait until after she got checked in at work.

As she made the turn out of her little neighborhood, she got lucky and hit the next three lights on green. Things were looking up; maybe she would make it on time after all! She zipped across town and made it into the parking lot at 8:57. “Three minutes, I can’t believe I made it!” she thought as she slid out of the car and strutted across the parking lot hurriedly.

She popped into the office and beamed a smile at her boss in his office. “Good morning, sir!” she said cheerfully, thankful that she hadn’t gotten off on the wrong foot by being late.

Violent Practice [MF][Fsub][reluc] (someone suggested I should post this here on DPP)

*(So yeah, I posted this as a prompt on dirtypenpals, and I got a comment that people here would like it, so I figured why not post it here as well. Keep in mind it’s purposely open-ended because it’s technically meant to be played out with someone else.)*

I’ve always been an overachiever.

I don’t think any of my friends were surprised when I graduated med school, and quickly found a home in a well-regarded residency. Vitamin C has never been a struggle for me, the good girl with the perfect track records, with piles upon piles of recommendations, and a spotless smile. And this collecting experience was just another step in my immaculate ascenion of the career ladder.

Right?

Well, sorta.

It does help to have genuine drive to be the best, and I *do* have just that.

I want to help people.

I want to treat the wounded and do my part, however little, in unburdening those around me.

But they don’t know the ugly truth that fuels my motivation.

They don’t know about the way my papa drank, and pushed his wife, my mother, against the kitchen table.

Aunt Mary [F/FM][Spanking][Sex][Fiction][FDom][FSub][MSub]

**NOT my story but one of my favourites from the days of something called USENET from the steam aged Internet that I recently rediscovered on a Blog**

 

My wife Sara and I play spanking games. We take turns spanking and getting spanked and after a spanking, or sometimes a pair of spankings (one for each of us) we always make love. I think I enjoy the spanking play more than my wife does.

 

She plays though, and sometimes she is the one who suggests a spanking. When it is her idea, I am usually the one who gets the spanking. Our spankings are not very painful. I spank her with my hand. She spanks me with a paddle, because I can hardly feel her hand spankings. When she uses the paddle the spanking stings, but just enough to be exciting.

 

That has been fun, but last weekend we had an experience that was the most intense and exciting I have ever experienced.

Sara’s friend Mary was visiting us for a few days. Mary lives out of state, but was in town on business. Of course, Sara insisted that Mary stay with us. Sara and I both enjoyed having her there. It is more fun to enjoy your home town, when you have an out of towner to show around.