The Workday: Part I [Mdom 40s] [fsub 40s] [BDSM] [orgasm denial]

The Workday: Part I

6:55AM: The slowly intensifying hum of the vibrator wrapping from my g-spot to my clit wakes me. I crawl out of bed, careful not to moan as I move with the vibrator remaining right where Sir placed it the night before. I walk gingerly to the bathroom, remove the vibe long enough to relieve and clean myself, before replacing it. I brush my teeth and quietly return to our room, ready to wake Sir for the day.

7AM: I approach from the bottom of the bed. He’s on his side, long brown hair falling in curls across his pillow. I resist the urge to kiss his slightly pouted lips and slip under the covers next to him, my lips at the level of his semi-hard cock. I smile to myself as I take it into my mouth and suck while slowly pulling back. I feel him shift and hear a quiet sigh escape his lips before his sleepy hand reaches down to find my head and stroke my hair.

Kaya still hated being the office whore, but just couldn’t help getting fucked and abused over and over by men who didn’t respect her at all. [Multiple Mdom 30’s-40s] [Fsub 23] [dubcon] [age gap]

This is a continuation of a story which starts [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o3cwmx/kaya_hated_being_the_office_whore_mdom_fsub_dubcon/). However it’ll make sense as a standalone piece.

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I am still in the new executive’s office and I’m sitting back on his sofa with my legs open and my skirt pulled up. He is sitting next to me and he starts running his finger across my skin, slowly. He touches my clit, teasing my entrance and gently slides his fingers inside, telling me quietly, right into my ear, how much of a good whore and how lovely and wet I’m getting in anticipation of him entering me. I feel so helpless, so feeble, all I can do is whimper.

That sound turns him on and he sets himself up in front of me, takes his dick out of his trousers and strokes it. It’s already hard, and as he slides it in I throw my head back in intense pleasure, fuck I love it, I’m about to allow myself to drop deep into subspace.

But then someone knocks at the door. “Who is it?” the new executive asks, keeping his cock inside me.

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.

[23F] Met my rare bull in the book store [Cuckold] [MF] [female submissive]

I’m a mid 20s white girl, shy looking and average-pretty in a librarian sort of way. I make friends easily because I’m not as shy as I seem.

Ever hear about the one that got away? Old timers talk about fish like that, but for me, there’s a special guy who is the one who got away. We were in college together, but never single at the same time. Strong energy, and I found out early on that he was stacked.

There are big dicks, then there are man swords that slay the pussy. Big is nice, but really big is nicer. He let me touch him once at a party, and I saw some pictures, but I never got a taste. For our story, we’ll call him Chad. I guess that makes me Stacy.

I came home one weekend with my boyfriend to visit the family. We were already exploring cuckolding play in our life, and I had almost forgotten about Chad. It was day two on our trip when he messaged me on the book of faces and commented about my back home post.

Daddy and his cum slut train the new coach. [free use] [sports massage] [maledom] [femsub] [malesub] [age gap] [humiliation] [threesome] [corruption kink] .

Part 1. The new coach

“Shit.”

I was already running late to class, and now there was an accident up ahead. I nervously checked the clock. My fitness coach, Adam, was a stickler for punctuality. Any more than 10 minutes late and he wouldn’t allow me in. I wondered how many blow jobs I’d have to promise for him to break a gym rule for me. Nowhere was he more dominating or demanding of obedience than at his gym.

Finally traffic started moving. I got to the gym, parked, and hastily made my way inside.

“You’re LATE, L. Get to work on your warmup. 500 meters, rower. Now.”

This was not off to a great start.

As I rowed and sweat began to build on my forehead, Adam came over between barking orders at other clients. He knelt beside me.

“Everything good baby girl? You came in in a rush”

“Just traffic. I’m good, Coach.”

“Ok good. Then I’m going to push you today. Your ankle sprain is looking better and we need to regain ground on your squats” he said with a grin.

Meeting Milo, my online dom [FM] [mdom] [femsub]

Walking into my favorite, cozy little lounge off of the strip, I’m aware that this could end very badly for me. There’s always a risk when meeting someone off of the internet, no matter the connection you have with them. But meeting Milo in person doesn’t feel like a choice I’ve made, it feels like fate. It feels like meeting him is something my ancestors put into motion generations ago.

So, here I am, wearing my favorite little black dress, relaxing on a red velvet couch, trying not to look nervous. I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress, as instructed. It feels like everyone around me knows my little secret, and knows what I’m doing here. I am equal parts terrified and aroused.

Soon after I get settled and order a drink, I see him come in. He finds me quickly, and the way his face brightens when he sees me gives me butterflies. We hug, and he sits down next to me with his arm around me. Milo has a confidence that is disarming, not arrogant. He’s one of those people that really makes you feel seen when you’re with him. Like you’re his sole focus.

[M20/F19] A very helpful friend [college] [friends to lovers] [fsub / mdom] [kissing] [teasing] [dirty talk]

*Hi ! This is my first erotic story, it’s just some scenario that came across my mind, however it is inspired by my own experiences and my friend’s. I’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English isn’t my first language. I hope you’ll enjoy my little story, share feedback if you want !*

It had been a few months now since I broke up with my ex and after a few months of being completely single and with the beginning of my second year of college I started to crave some physical contact with a guy. But in almost everyone’s head at college I was just Lizon the perfect straight-A’s, prude and shy student not the cool chick you go out with. However, some of my close friends from college knew who I really was: A very controlling person for everything except in the bedroom, where I would completely give in and would let you do anything you want to my body. And Elijah, my best friend, knew this very well.

Bound for Pleasure Part 3.. [F30/M50] [BDSM] [CONS] [EDGING] [FSUB]

…I felt like my limbs could not stop trembling, my whole body felt that it had such heightened sensitivity that any touch would be amplified 100 times. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take…

“Right my slut, you’ve had your rest, but you didn’t think you’d be let off this lightly did you?”

I couldn’t believe this was all about to start again, could my body really take much more?

“You asked me to take you beyond your limits – but we have so far to go still…”

With that he took hold of my wrist and tied it once more to the bed post, swiftly followed by the other. Again, I began to feel so helpless as he picked up the sodden rag of my panties and placed them, this time over my head, the wet lace covering my eyes, allowing me to see shapes and movement, yet still veiling my gaze…

But he wasn’t finished… Strong hands took hold of my ankle and lifted my leg right up and back. Soft rope swiftly lashed my ankle to my wrist – and then the other side…

Consumed [F4M][F30s/M30s][Fsub][Mdom] Give it to me NOW, darling. I crack into a million pieces around you [Rough sex][Spanking][Punishment][Multiple orgasms][Forced orgasms][Accidental blood]

“Almond? You want the almond shape?” the nail tech repeated. I was lost in a haze thinking about last night when I was wrapped around you. It never ceases to amaze me how even when I am going about my day, doing mundane tasks, my mind can wander to you. Of the things you do to me, how you make me feel.

The Tethered Maid [BDSM][femsub][self bondage][fiction!]

Today I am to dust and tidy the main library. The mansion has many rooms and I have not seen them all but the library is among my favorites.

The smells of old paper and furniture polish. The cool calm quiet amid the book lined shelves. The soothing glow of the reading lights. The books themselves, worn and bound with aged leather. Such unusual titles such exotic illustrations.

I wear my maids uniform. A white blouse, black knee length skirt, a starched white maids cap, black stockings and underwear though my brassiere is white so as to not show through my blouse. A black ribbon encircles my throat. I draw the line at a collar when I am working. The collar is for when you have me in the subcellars and then I wear little else.

Whatever the eccentricities of my duties I still have to clean and I am on my feet a lot while I work (except for those times you require me in other positions) so I wear black athletic shoes. As you know I enjoy many forms of discomfort but sore feet is not one of them.