[mmmmFmmm] The Tutor 5: Detention [gangbang][fsub][mdom][young men][mature woman][teacher][DP][bj][anal][hj][cuck][cheating]

“Quiet down back there, this is supposed to be a punishment not social time.”

Lorna sat at the front of the classroom with her book, her eyes darting back and forth between each of the students she was charged with monitoring during afternoon detention. Normally, detention duty wasn’t something that Lorna was in charge of, in fact she had never been in the school this late before, but due to recent staff shortages, she was asked to watch over the afternoon detention students until a proper replacement was found. This wasn’t Lorna’s idea of a good time, she wanted to go home and relax after a long day of teaching. These boys also weren’t exactly the most polite or respectful of the students that she had ever had the honour of watching over. All were disruptive and well deserving of detention, highschool seniors, and all bad news.

Negotiations with nobody [BDSM][edging][femsub][solo]

I sit astride the small wooden coffee table. I am naked.

In my fantasy you have tied me with my legs parted, helpless and vulnerable.

In reality I am in that exact pose but held only by my own desires.

I have moved the coffee table to the small cramped hallway facing my front door. My spread knees touch either side of the frame. The muscles of my inner thighs ache.

The door is locked. No one can see in but I can hear the street sounds outside. I can feel the cold draft from around the door like a ghostly hand caressing my warm wet sex. It makes me feel exposed, on show, makes every touch more intense. Makes control harder.

Fingers first, just my own hands. Practised movements across my labia and clitoris, stroking, teasing. Adding to the heat and wetness. Years of practice. I know exactly how much I can take. I’m cruel, ruthless, as I take myself to the brink. Touching and teasing until I have to change technique. Fingers sliding across the flesh around my clit unable to take direct contact there now.

The Green Ribbon [BDSM][femsub][Short]

I’m using the ribbon again just as you instructed. Between my legs. Pulled up against the vulnerable folds of my sex.

My black lace trimmed underwear is at my ankles. No protection for me today. The ribbon is to be applied directly to my flesh.

A faded green silk ribbon stained from so many uses. Stained from my body. Freshly wet now as I draw it back and forth. Back and forth. My lips spread and flex as the silk ribbon splits my sticky labia smearing the wetness. I feel the warmth spread.

Back and forth.

The knots are just the right size. They bump over my swollen clitoris the wet green silk pulls at the fleshy ridge peeling it upwards.

Back and forth.

I stand in the window as you ordered. I have a blouse on. Green like the ribbon. People in the street can see me but only to my waist. They cannot see the ribbon, they cannot see my hands in front and behind me the green silk wound tight around my slim pale hands as I pull back and forth with a tense white knuckled grip.

Back and forth.

Snakes and ladders: office edition (BDSM)(femsub solo)

It takes a bus ride and a walk to reach the location you specified. I dress as requested. A knee length dark brown raincoat, black stockings, black sneakers. That was all you listed and all I wear.

My bare skin is sweaty and nervous against the silky lining of the coat. As I walk the fabric slides against my nipples hardening them to aching peaks. I am very aware of the cool breeze caressing between my legs.

On the bus journey you had me sit over the wheel arch knowing what the juddering vibrations transmitted through the hard bench seat would do to me.

I recognize the location, I have walked past it many times without a thought. An office building in the commercial district. It has been empty for almost two years. Twelve floors of derelict unwanted office space left to rot.

The entrance and surroundings are walled off with high wooden hoardings to prevent trespass and vandalism. After two years plants have grown wild inside the walled off area and I can see the green tops waving above the hoardings.

The small door to the barrier is locked but you have sent me a key. I have no idea how you have this.

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Nine [FMf] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation] [piss] [orgasm]

Mali scurried from her car and down Freya and Seth’s driveway to their front door… praying that their neighbours wouldn’t spot her. The cold night air and heavy rain doing little to alleviate her discomfort. She badly needed to go to the bathroom, the two pints of water she’d drunk as ordered before leaving had made her bladder uncomfortably full. She desperately wanted to scratch her breasts and pussy too – having to endure a 20 minute drive with bra and knickers stuffed full of her own used hair-waxing strips was not an experience she would recommend.

As she left herself in to their house she glanced nervously at the doorbell camera, knowing full well that she was being watched. Pausing briefly in the hallway she fought the urge to try and quickly use the toilet in their downstairs bathroom and instead opened the door to their warm guestroom. She’d stayed in this room many times before as Freya and Seth’s friend, but while it still looked familiar… the brass bedstead, the oak furniture and the two small leather armchairs… tonight, as their perverted ‘thing’, the room felt very different.

The Party Dress (bdsm)(femsub)

The dress is a shiny dark red with a florid rose print design a shade paler. It is low cut with thin straps and it flares out to a loose midlength skirt.

I wear it with black stockings, black opera gloves and a red silk band around my throat.

Those look good when the dress is removed.

The dress was chosen by me, purchased cheaply from a thrift store. A number of factors have to be considered.

That the dress is second hand excites me. I imagine who owned it before me. Where they might have worn it. What they might have done. Did they ever come while wearing it? Was it pulled up above their waist to give their partner access? Did they touch themselves through the silky red fabric?

I checked it for stains and part of me was dissappointed not to find any. My imagination would have turned a small stain from a spilled drink into evidence of an orgy.

I have come in the dress more than once. The first time alone in my bedroom seeing myself in the mirror. I wish I could say the first time had been in the changing room at the store but there was no changing room and even excited it takes time and work for me to reach climax.

Consumed [F4M][F36][M29] Your hand snakes around my throat as you fuck me like a possessed creature [Fsub][Mdom][Spanking][Punishment][Facefucking][Creampie][Multiple orgasms][Forced orgasms][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.

“Oh, um, yes please. Not too long please” I say with an apologetic smile. My phone is in my purse to avoid getting it covered in dust but I want to send you a message. See if you are thinking about me. The nail tech starts filing and shaping my nails. The radio plays softly in the background and I get lost in my daydreams again.

My legs clamped around your face. My hands pulling on your hair, moaning your name over and over again. Your tongue knows exactly how to suck and flick the most intimate parts of me. Driving me higher and higher into oblivion. My chest heaving and hips lifting off the mattress, you pin me back down and keep the same pressure and speed. I am seconds away from release and you stop.

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Eight [FMf] [MFdom] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation]

Seth and Freya sat propped up against the headboard of their bed. They’d deliberately saved listening to Mali’s audio file until the mundanities of the day were well out of the way. Putting his phone between them Seth hit play. Twenty five minutes later and they stared at each other in disbelief… “Well, that was unexpected.” mused Seth, whose shorts spectacularly failed to hide his erection. “Quite” giggled Freya whose right hand had strayed into her pyjama bottoms and was firmly between her thighs “Who would have thought that she’d have cum while being waxed. I think the little task for our filthy girl sort of back-fired.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Quite the opposite.” said Seth. “We wanted her to feel humiliated, we certainly achieved that! She sounded so embarrassed.” “Still” replied Freya, “I think we should punish her for having an orgasm without us being there. I know we never stipulated it but I sort of feel cheated. You know, we never did decide what we wanted to do with those used waxing strips we made her embarrassingly ask for.”

“Oh, I think I have a good idea” said Seth, rolling in to kiss his wife. “Why don’t you and I talk it through while we have a little fun!”

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Seven [FMf] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation] [waxing]

Mali took a deep breath, opened up the ‘voice note’ app on her phone, hit record and pushed open the door to the beauty salon. Seated behind the reception desk was the antithesis of herself, the very opposite of what her owners Freya and Seth were intent on shaping her to be. The receptionist was young, slim to the point of skinny, heavily made-up, a tan that definitely hadn’t come from sunshine and hair so straight and lustrous it almost defied belief. Mali’s self-consciousness went up another notch and she felt herself blushing as she stood there dressed in a shapeless smock-style linen dress, flat shoes, frizzy hair brushed but not styled, face free of cosmetics and her chunky, pale, hairy, lower legs on show.

Before Mali even had a chance to speak the receptionist called out “You’ll be here for the bikini waxing appointment then. Shannon’s waiting for you in Room Two, second door on the left.” The couple of other women waiting in the front of the salon looked up from their phones as Mali walked past, her face reddening further at the receptionist’s lack of discretion.

The Koi Pond (BDSM)(femsub)(fish as sex toy but not in a hentai way!)(Don’t try this at home, you will fall in)

You have made me do this before but this is the first time you have invited guests to watch.

You have had me perform in front of them before. You like to show me off. They know what my body looks like, they know what my orgasm sounds like. They’ve heard me beg. Seen me writhing at my limits but this particular act is new to them.

You edged and teased me until I was feverish under your touch and ready to agree to anything. I reached the brink faster with them watching.

Now you have me take off my red silk dress. It sticks between my legs as I slide it down, evidence of what your skilled handling has done to me. You did not allow me underwear this week so as the dress slides to the ground all I have on is the black silk bow around my throat and the ballet pumps on my feet.

The cool early evening air feels like a carress across my skin. Just the act of undressing and exposing myself makes me want to beg for relief.