Jennifer’s letter [body writing] [bondage] [femsub] [loving] [1200ish words]

“Dear Jennifer”, I began writing. Trying to compress my letters as small as they would go.

“I just wanted to take a moment and put into words how much I’ve loved this past year together. This is hard for me to write, because as a dominant it’s hard to let myself be seen as vulnerable around you. But you’ve let me be so in ways I’ve struggled to be around anyone else. I feel safe, and supported; I feel here with you I can truly be myself,” I wrote, before pursing my lips as I squinted down at what I had written.

“Fuck, Is that how you use a semi-colon?” I muttered to myself before begrudgingly waving that thought away and carrying on.

“Despite the roles we play, you have always been there…”, but a series of low grunts tugged my attention away from my writing. I glanced upwards, my gaze meeting Jennifer’s as the woman’s head sat cocked to one side quizzically. One eyebrow raised in silent question above her vibrant blue eyes. I chuckled softly to myself as I leaned down, kissing her across the bridge of her nose. My hand slipping gently behind her neck to pop open the buckle of her gag before tugging the rubber ball free of her mouth.

[Mdom] [Fsub] Hotel Room Orgasm Denial

We smile and try to seem composed and normal as we get our key cards for the hotel room. He knows the staff and gets along with them, and they make sure to give us a room far away from the occupied ones.
Once in the elevator, we’re alone with no one around. He smiles and gets behind me and pushes me against him. I can feel his hardness and I giggle as one hand moves to grab my lower thigh and the other goes around and grabs my breast over my sundress. I gasp when his lips meet my neck and relax into him and his hardness more.
The elevator dings and we pull apart, though luckily no one is outside. He makes me pull the suitcase… (full of toys and surprises) and we find the door to our room. The lobby is quiet and I can tell this floor might be completely unoccupied. My stomach has butterflies and he notices. He smiles and says, “Oh, don’t worry. They made sure there’s no one above us or below us either. We can be as loud as we want.” I sigh in relief and walk in the door behind him as we enter and lock the door behind us. “Good! I would die if someone complained about us lol” He laughs and takes the suitcase from me and rolls it to the base of the bed.
“Don’t worry, I promise I got us all covered. I’ve done this a million times, they know me, okay?” He sit down on the bed and grabs my hands to pull me closer, then puts them around my waist.
I’m so nervous and yet so excited. I waited all day for this. I can’t seem to meet his eyes though, as I start feeling shy around him. He’s older than me, close to 40, and his dark eyes seem so welcoming, comforting and yet so dark and hot.
He cups my cheek with his hand as he looks at me and tells me to look at him. He then pulls me in for a kiss – slow and small- then pulls away, leaving me wanting more. I shudder to try to compose myself and he laughs. “You’re so fucking horny aren’t you?” I giggle, “Maybe…” He laughs and I get a moment of confidence to run my fingers through his hair. He then looks down at my dress and begins to pull it up. I take it off and he gasps “You have the fucking sexiest tits baby”, and then looks down at my lace underwear.
“I bought these new for you!” I exclaim, excited to show him. He turns me around and asks me to bend over. I bend and rest my hands on the tv stand. He traces his hand around the lacey underwear and then suddenly bunches it up to make it a thong. I gasp in pleasure and moan. “Look at that fucking ass. What a fucking beauty. I can’t wait till we get you ready for anal.” I smile and am so proud that he’s thinking that far.
He turns me around and tells me to get down on my knees in front of him. “Yes, Sir” I say, and look up at his speckled grey 5’clock shadow. He traces my cheek and then grabs my hair. “Take me out of these pants.” I obey enthusiastically. I struggle to zip open his pants, and he helps me scoot them off of him and we throw them to the side. I see he’s already hard and I’m so proud that I made him that way. “You like that, slut?” he says, looking down on me and his hand grabbing my hair. “Yes, Sir, I want it. I really really wait it, Sir.” I beg him and stare at his hardness. “Play with it.”
He orders me and my hands race to grab him and gaze at amazement at his cock. Without him telling me to, I immediately go to lick him and suck. He moans. “Good girl, Josie. Good slut. Keep sucking.” and I moan a yes as I lick and play with him in my mouth. He tries to help me get into a rhythm of going up and down, but after gagging a few times, I pull up. “I’m sorry” I say, breathing hard. “It’s okay, don’t worry,” he says, and stands to move towards the suitcase to open it up. “Get on the bed.” he orders me and I jump up onto the bed, turning around to see him setting the suitcase onto the table and opening it to a bunch of fun whips, wickedly fun numbing gels and chemical creams, vibrators, nipple clamps, rope and much more.
He takes a leather rope with a collar on it first and fastens it around my neck and then goes back to get something I can’t see. “Lie down on the bed.” he order and I do, wondering what he’s going to pull out.
“Close your eyes. I got some nice toys you’re gonna like, slut.” he says and I close my eyes and smile. I feel him tying my legs to the ends of the bed and my arms to the other posts of the bed, making me into an X position. He puts a blindfold on me as well. I take a deep breath and he laughs. “Excited?” He says, and I blush, “yes, sir! So excited. I want to be a good slut for you. I want to please you so badly, sir.” He laughs. “You’ll do more than please me tonight, slut. You’re going to finally experience the fire of bondage, pain and submission.” I gasp as I feel him stroking my labia. Suddenly I feel a small brush dabbing something onto my clit. I gasp in pleasure, and suddenly feel the icy sting of my favorite pain.
“Guess what that is, Josie.” For some reason, him calling my by my name in such a patronizing way makes this even more humiliating and hot. “It’s icy hot, sir!” He blows on my clit. “Yes, good girl. Maybe you’ll earn some more chemicals if you behave.” I moan “Yes, sir! I wanna be a good girl!!'” “Okay then shut your mouth like a good girl and suck this.” I feel something on my lips and open my mouth. I feel something like a ball opening my mouth and feel him fastening a ball gag around my head.
“Remember,” he says. “Good girls don’t cum” He says, the words that drive a fire into my pussy. “Mhmmm!!” I moan and feel so hot as I suck on the ball gag, so exposed and open to him. In such a humiliating and submissive place with him.
I hear him go back to the suitcase and then hear him start some rock music. I love this. Feeling so submissive to an older man with a taste in rock music I don’t know. He knows I love being patronized and that I always felt even more small when I listened to his music.
Suddenly I felt his hands on my breasts and his mouth on them. I gasped and moaned in pleasure. He massaged them and licked and bit my nipples. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna torture this nipples tonight baby” I moaned in pleasure. Suddenly I felt the pinch of a clothespin on one nipple after the other. My pussy, already ablaze with pleasure and feeling the cold air on my clit, became even more hot and I thought I might cum then.
I struggled and clenched my pussy. He noticed and I could tell he was happy. “Oh yeah. That’s hitting the spot, hu? Gonna make you cum, hu?” I moaned in agreement. “Well, you can’t cum unless I have, remember? You’re a good girl? You care about my needs, right?”
I could feel him move on top of my body and he rested his body on top of my pelvis. He grabbed my breasts and fondled them. “Men NEED to cum, baby. Girls don’t, remember? Don’t you want to make me happy?” I nodded vigorously and moaned in agreement. “I am so hard right now. I like seeing you aroused and yet holding yourself back for me.” I clenched my pussy so hard and had to focus on my breath as he said that. I almost came and had to hold back even harder.
I could tell he noticed as I heard him smirk and he bent down to grab my arms and pull the ball gag out to kiss me. My lips were filled with drool but he didn’t care. His tongue probed my mouth and as he did, he pulled the blindfold off. “Open your mouth,” he muttered, and I let him tongue my mouth, kiss and bite my lip, and then stick his thumb in it and I sucked as he ordered.
I could feel his hardness against my body and I moaned, “I want you so bad, sir!” He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side as he started sucked and biting my neck. I gasped so hard in pleasure, everything else disappearing and just focusing on his hot breath on me.
“Alright baby, here we go.” He pulled off of me and took off the clothespins and massaged my breasts, and I felt the sting of the release and the pain on my nipples as he massaged them. “Thank you, sir” I moaned, and he said “You mean thank you for hurting my nipples, sir.” he corrected me and I blushed. “Yes! Thank you for hurting my nipples. Sir!” He smirked and started moving his cock down to my pussy. He slapped my pussy with his cock and I moaned in pleasure. “I want you so bad, sir” He smirked again, “Good girl. Now be good for me and let yourself cum when I fuck you.”
Again, another mental mind game. He knew I couldn’t cum from penetration. It felt amazing, of course, but I couldn’t cum. I only made me want more attention on my clit. But if he said so, I would do my best to cum from penetration. “Yes, sir, thank you for letting me cum, sir!” “And thank me for fucking you, right?” he said, an eyebrow lifted. “Yes, sir!! Thank you for fucking me. I am so lucky you wanted to fuck me. Please fuck me!!’ He smiled but instead of putting himself in me, he slapped my pussy with his cock more. Teasing me and making me wonder what he had in mind.
“You’re not in as much pain, are you? The icy hot must be wearing off now.” He said, and I nodded as he was right. “Hmm.” He said and got off of me. My body whined and wiggled in sadness as his body left me. But he came back, this time with numbing cream. My eyes went wide. I’d never tried it but I heard that a woman’s arousal would skyrocket after the numbness faded. I was ecstatic. He took a small brush and carefully swiped it on, with a look of focus and concentration. I could tell he really wanted me to be tortured. I reveled in it, so happy to be in his hands.
He then put away the brush, but I noticed him carrying another clothes pin, but just one this time. I wondered but then realized what he was going to do. He smiled as he saw my realization. “Don’t speak. Don’t make me regret taking that gag off of you, you fucking dirty slut.” I closed my lips and shook my head. “Good.” he said, and then I felt a little pinch on my clit. It was hard to feel, as the numbing cream was working well.
Then he finally went to the end of the bed and made my legs bend and pull apart. He stood, scooting my body closer to the edge and I felt him slowly guiding his cock into me. “Relax and open up to me, baby.” He said, and I did. “That’s a good girl,” he said and he moaned as he fully entered me. “Fuck” he said, feeling my tight walls grasping him. He then started pounding away. “Fuck, you like that, you little fucking slut?” I moaned and nodded, remembering that he didn’t want me to talk. Only moan and gasp like a good girl.
His hits became harder and I started feeling pleasure arise in my cunt. Oh my, was I really going to be able to cum with this?
But suddenly, he pulled out. His breaths were ragged. “Did I make you cum??’ I asked, forgetting to call him sir as I was desperate to know if I had failed. “No, I’m holding off. I realized you aren’t in enough pain.” He turned and grabbed two binder clips and my eyes widened. I remember I told him I had put them on myself before, but was surprised that he believed I was ready to take them with him.
He saw me widen my eyes and nodded. “Oh yeah. You’re ready for these, don’t worry. I can tell. I got you all figured out, baby. No hiding anymore from me. I know you and I own you.” I gasped in pleasure and thanked him, “Thank you, Sir!’ and I felt him carefully clamp my nipples with them. I gasped and moaned.
Suddenly I started feeling a sensation in my pussy. Already?? Was the numbing cream wearing off so soon?? He moved over on back to my entrance and smiled, looking at me. So vulnerable. So naked. In such a comprised state, with nipple clamps, my sweating body, my ragged breath, my pussy displayed with a clothespin, and my legs open and tied- submitting to his ownership. “Let’s fucking do this.” He said, and rammed into me. I moaned and felt him pumping, and started feeling the pins and needles of my pussy as it started waking up from the numbing cream. I moaned as I could start feeling the clothespin. I was in heaven.
He fucked me until he finally came. Heaving, he waited till he caught his breath and then finally pulled out. I was exhilarated that I made him cum. But my body was screaming for it’s own orgasm. He then put his hands on his hips and looked at me wickedly. “Now it’s time for the ginger.” I let out a laugh in ecstacy as he grabbed a jar of specially ground up ginger paste, specifically for targeting and hurting pussies. He slathered it on my labia and dumped a bunch of my clit, not being careful anymore. It stung and I felt myself whimper in submission. “That’s right, cunt. You are owned. You are my fucktoy.” I moaned then suddenly gasped as he took the binder clips off my nipples and then ran back to grab a vibrator. “Alright, you’re gonna fucking cum from this pain, alright baby? Thank me. Thank me for taking this time to pleasure you. Thank me for the orgasm you’re about to have.” I enthusiastically said to him “Thank you, Sir! Thank you so much for letting me orgasm! Thank you for letting me cum. Sir! Thank you for hurting me and making me feel pain and fucking me and making me yours!!!’ I said and he pressed the vibrator on my clit. The pleasure rose and I gasped and squealed/moaned out load as I came, wave after wave and over and over.
He then collapsed onto the bed, untying my legs and then my arms and held me against him and we lay there- my pussy still on fire and hot and my body in love with him. When I tried to speak he shushed me and put his finger to my lips. “Shhh, love. Don’t talk. Just feel the pain and the pleasure on your clit, and feel my body on you. That’s it.” I closed my eyes as I rested my head on his shoulder, and felt his arm rubbing mine. He made me suck his finger and look him in the eyes, then made me look down, in submission to him. He laid there and then allowed me to talk and we laughed as we talked about how hot everything was. He told me we could stay the night and we washed up in the shower together. We got dressed and went downstairs to grab dinner at the restaurant, all the time my face glowing. We went then back to the hotel room, and he handed me silk pajamas he bought for me and I thanked him profusely. He laughed and told me to stop thanking him as he wanted me to get to sleep. Then we went to bed and slept peacefully together.

Losing It – Part 6 [F/F][futa][bi][fdom][fsub][oral][prost]

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## Chapter 6⸻Visitors

Embarrassment—or rather, utter mortification was a relatively new emotional state for me at the time, and it certainly wasn’t because I avoided potentially sticky and embarrassing situations. Hoeing comes with a number of occupational hazards, societal shaming chief among them, but you’ll sooner drown a fish than shame Mia Marie Kamiya out of grabbing the bag.

So, it wasn’t just that Millie’s load strung off my face like melted cheese in a Pizza Hut commercial. It wasn’t just that it sloshed audibly in my cheeks when I turned my head to look at the intruder. It wasn’t even that I’d been caught _literally **begging**_ to be painted in the most embarrassing possible way.

As far as first impressions go, I figured this had to be about as bad as you could get. While the number of people whose opinions I give a fuck about is a very short list, Millie’s family had found their way into that rather exclusive group.

I had my best time in a washroom when i was 19 [FM]

(This turned out longer than I expected, sorry.)

A few years ago, I was on a summer language program in France. I was 19 at the time, now 26 so about 7 years ago. At that point, I had only been in one long term relationship which had been fairly vanilla and which had ended about a month before the program started. I’m fairly shy, so I mostly hung out with the other girls from my university at the language school there (there were lots of people from other universities as well).

Then, I got paired up with a guy, Ben, for a scavenger hunt we had to complete for an assignment. It turned out to be really fun and he asked me out and after a few dates we started going out, with the understanding that it would be only a summer thing since he went to university on the opposite end of the country from me. He introduced me to many of the kinks I love. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a short-term thing, or the disconnection from my “real” life back home, but I ended up exploring a lot sexually with him. Some of the stuff he introduced me to included hair pulling, spanking, master/slave play, and maledom/femsub in general.

Caught Stealing From the Temple, the Temple Might Just Steal You [breeding] [impregnation] [master] [corruption][fsub] [mdom] [male on female] [female on female] [fdom] maybe?

You never should have tried to steal the heart. You knew it was wrong, you knew the dangers, but something about it just… called to you. The heart of efforithea was the crown jewel of this temple, the temple of lust. It also just so happened to have a black market bounty of four million obols for its deliverance to the wealthy banker, your employer, whose eye, like the eyes of all others who gaze upon its electric beauty, it had caught. That kind of money would have payed off all your debts, and most importantly, would have allowed you to finally end your life of odd jobs (most crimes), and pursue your true calling: painting. Ever since childhood you had a knack for the arts, the brush your sole outlet for the many struggles of your early life. When your father lost his job at the royal engineer’s corps, you painted. When your parents divorced, you painted. When the family farm was sold, what did you do? You painted. Most painfully of all when your father was crushed in the construction accident at the amphitheater, you had nothing else, nobody else to turn to but your brushes and meager selection of paint, the range of pastel colors you loved to work with, adding much needed color to a life, itself painted in various tones of grey. All the shady deals you made, all the nights you spent rummaging through the houses of politicians, all these immoral acts and more, where in pursuit of this dream. After this last job you would finally have had enough to travel to Athens and take a position as an apprentice to one of the finest masters of the age. Your paintings would be displayed in the houses of kings across the great sea. Alas, you appear to have landed in an unfortunate situation, a recurring theme in your life it seems

Override Chapter 3: Lexi (part 1) [fdom] [fsub] [mind control] [denial] [exhibitionism]

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Violet curled her legs up onto the big armchair and sipped from the big mug she held in both hands. She had a window seat in one of the chain coffee shops overlooking the city’s busiest tourist square. Hundreds of people, mostly visitors, milled around in the summer heat below her: taking pictures, buying street food and planning the rest of their day.

She wasn’t interested in the tourists, though. Violet was carefully watching over the client of hers who was making her own way through the crowds. Only if you were paying a lot of attention would you notice that she wasn’t actually going anywhere: in fact, she’d been walking pretty much the same circuitous route around the square for the half hour since her override had started.

Override Chapter 3: Lexi (part 1) [fdom] [fsub] [mind control] [denial] [exhibitionism]

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Violet curled her legs up onto the big armchair and sipped from the big mug she held in both hands. She had a window seat in one of the chain coffee shops overlooking the city’s busiest tourist square. Hundreds of people, mostly visitors, milled around in the summer heat below her: taking pictures, buying street food and planning the rest of their day.

She wasn’t interested in the tourists, though. Violet was carefully watching over the client of hers who was making her own way through the crowds. Only if you were paying a lot of attention would you notice that she wasn’t actually going anywhere: in fact, she’d been walking pretty much the same circuitous route around the square for the half hour since her override had started.

Homebodies Chapter 7: The Movies (part 2) [nbdom] [trans fsub] [hidden bondage] [public] [cbt] [clamps]

As promised, I have the second of my new [Homebodies](https://kiterose.com/stories/series/homebodies/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=reddit_transeroticafortrans&utm_content=homebodies_chapter_7_prefix) two-parter for your pleasure 🖤

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My heart pounded. I stood behind Luna as they bought us our tickets and snacks, taking what felt like forever to browse the options. I kept telling myself what I must look like to everybody else: just a girl in a dress, hands in pockets, wearing her mask. The problem was that it was so hard to reconcile with how my body felt: arms and shoulders aching from my elbows being bound tightly to my back, mouth stuffed to bursting with a gag, and my cock strapped up and yanked back between my legs.

“Anything extra for you, miss?” the teenager at the counter shocked me out of my introspection, eye contact burning into me.

The Bonuses, Part 2 [MF / FF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [humiliation] [public] (2,673 words)

**The Bonuses, Part 2**

***Author’s Note****: I shared Part 1 of The Bonuses with this subreddit a while ago. I appear to be having trouble linking to that post, but I’ll attempt to drop it in the first comment.*

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She was a slut. She was a whore. Reagan couldn’t believe the things she had done that night at the Grand Lodge of Pan, in front of all those men. Every time she thought about it, she felt so filled with shame that she could think of nothing else.

She had exposed her breasts. She had let men feel her pussy and her tits. She had let her school guidance counsellor, Mr Riggs, push his fingers into her cunt, in front of a whole room full of men.

She wanted to hide. She wanted to die.

But there were three truths that she couldn’t ignore.

The first was the $300 bonus she had been paid for what she had done. It had bought her a gorgeous new lavender dress – a dress that made her look beautiful, a dress that made her look *rich*, as if her family were not even now sinking into poverty. That $300 bonus was occupying a lot of her mind – and she kept thinking about whether she could earn another.

I had my best time in a washroom when i was 19 [FM]

(This turned out longer than I expected, sorry.)

A few years ago, I was on a summer language program in France. I was 19 at the time, now 26 so about 7 years ago. At that point, I had only been in one long term relationship which had been fairly vanilla and which had ended about a month before the program started. I’m fairly shy, so I mostly hung out with the other girls from my university at the language school there (there were lots of people from other universities as well).

Then, I got paired up with a guy, Ben, for a scavenger hunt we had to complete for an assignment. It turned out to be really fun and he asked me out and after a few dates we started going out, with the understanding that it would be only a summer thing since he went to university on the opposite end of the country from me. He introduced me to many of the kinks I love. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a short-term thing, or the disconnection from my “real” life back home, but I ended up exploring a lot sexually with him. Some of the stuff he introduced me to included hair pulling, spanking, master/slave play, and maledom/femsub in general.