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Helpless Slut Series pt1 Ff (les, bd, blkmail, huml, denial, forced, FDom, Fsub)

It was such a crappy month and your prospects seemed so bleak. Between work and your personal life everything seemed to be going downhill. Most of your days consisted of you scrolling through tumblr, reading, watching, and getting off to the kinkiest things you could find. Your ever loyal girlfriends were so eager to help you when you confided to them (not that any of them knew of the kinky bits) proposing a girls night out with drinking, dancing, and whatever else could take your mind off of things to help get you out of your slump. They even all came over to your place to help you get ready, bringing tight short dress for you to wear that was downright scandalous in comparison to what was in your closet but your friends insisted that you wear it. It was deep red, sat high on your thighs showing quite a bit of leg and hugged every curve of your body, ending very low cut. You were quite bashful and self aware, but your friends goaded you into it. You left your place as a group, happy to be with friends.
You wake up groggily, trying to take stock of where you lay in a strange room; trying to sit up you find that you are tied down to the unfamiliar bed eagle spread in nothing more than your bra and panties. Thick nylon rope keeps you from moving more than just a few inches, leaving you squirming on the bed. Fear begins to set in when you realize you also have duct tape over your mouth, keeping you from crying out for help. In this dismal situation you struggle against your bonds, searching for a way out and racking your brain for some sort of explanation as to how you ended up in your predicament. All you can remember is going out with girlfriends drinking, you must have overdone it and blacked out.
The door to the room opens and a woman comes in, she was shapely, with medium length brown hair and had a tight fitting black dress on that ended about mid thigh. She wore a black fabric mask concealing the whole of her face. After taking in her appearance you are certain that you’ve never seen this woman before in your life and yet she brings herself closer to you as you squirm and struggle with the duct tape trying to get free. You don’t know who this woman is but judging by her nonchalant reaction to you on the bed, and given her mask, she was not a friend to you.
The woman draws near and says,
“If I take off the tape will you promise not to scream?”
Frantically you nod your head, eager to have it removed, and the tape gets peeled off, to your surprise only to be replaced with a red ball gag produced by the the woman who quickly secured it tightly around your head. You instinctively cry out at the sudden betrayal. The woman continues,
“Not that anyone could or would care about hearing a woman scream here, this room is so soundproofed, I just don’t enjoy it” she muses, leaving you more helpless than you previously thought possible.
The woman wastes no time and takes out a pair of medical shears which she uses to cut off your panties and bra with swift dexterity leaving you completely exposed. You squirm on the bed some more, extremely uncomfortable with the additional vulnerability with the air hitting you everywhere as the woman continues to work, using more duct tape to fasten a large vibrator to your left leg, leaving the head right on top of your clit.
Heat floods your face as your body reacts to the stimulation, it had been ages since you’d been touched, even in this perverse way you couldn’t help how your body reacted. Given how much you secretly enjoyed all manner of kink, in any other situation this might have been a fantasy come true for you. Your body didn’t seem to know that though, your pussy quickly started dripping in anticipation of what was to come while your mind tried to work out a solution.
The woman stood up and walked to the other side of the room, picked up a camera and hit the red button showing that she was recording video. She got every angle and close up, the full scope of you laying on the bed, spouting nonsense against the ball gag. She then set the camera up on a tripod aimed at you and sat down on a chair in the corner, picked up a remote on the side table and flicked it in your direction.
The realization of what was going to happen passed through your mind the second before she hit the button, but it was too late.
The head of the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through your clit, bounding and ebbing against you. It drove conscious thought out and left you so needy and wanting as your desire built. Your whole body tingled, making your back arch and eyes roll. You try and moan and cry against the ball gag but any sound comes out pathetic and weak, leaving you drooling all over your breasts. You writhe against the ropes, struggling internally on wether or not you wanted more or wanted to inch away from the intense pleasure. The woman increased the vibration, moving up and up, increasing the speed and building your orgasm. Your hips buck slightly and you can feel your pussy about to convulse and contract in climax when the woman switches the vibrator off, making you cry out in need and desperation, leaving your pussy drenched and aching to be filled with something.
The woman just sat there, remote in hand, letting the camera record you writhing as you were on the bed. The aching in your pussy did not go away rather the throbbing in your clit seemed to get worse and worse every moment you were kept without stimulation.
Just as you desperation started to ebb the woman flicked on the remote again, stronger this time, throwing you into forced ecstasy as those addictive waves of pleasure ran throughout your body. Once again conscious thought was driven from your mind and replaced with only lust and desire for pleasure. Your pussy seemed to gush as you seemed to get close again to climax when the woman flicked off the vibration yet again.
You fight against the gag, still drooling pathetically but not caring, you only cared about cumming but here you were writhing about the drooling wet mess of a slut that this woman made you pleading with her to let you finish, to let you satiate your overwhelming need.
As the minutes and hours passed this way, you had no idea of actually knowing how much time had passed, every time you would cool off enough to get the edge off the woman would turn up the vibration even higher, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Torturing you with forced pleasure until you were caught riding the edge for only a few seconds at a time before she would rip it away out of your grasp. Tears streamed down your face such was your frustration.
Teetering back and forth between satisfaction and desperation your pussy drenched and convulsing, you stop fighting and squirming in the bed. Your pussy had never felt this way, so so sensitive and needy, almost as if you had transcended what a normal orgasm felt like. You almost unconsciously relish the full body tingling experience and feeling of being completely used, having the whole of your energy spent on pleasure.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see the woman flick the switch again and your pussy again explodes with the familiar cycle. You quickly reach the edge as you have been. Moaning and begging against the ball gag like a whore you realize that the woman wasn’t making any indication that she was going to stop, rather turned the vibration up higher than it had been ever before. Your eyes roll back and you go over the edge and your entire being is consumed with the pleasure between your legs. Waves and waves of ecstasy pass through your body as your brain fill with hormones. Your pussy contracts as your orgasm continues, letting out all the pent up frustration built up over the seemingly endless cycle of edging.
You didn’t think you’d ever stop cumming but as your orgasm dies down you realize that the vibrator on your clit was still buzzing away at your sensitive pussy. The woman had never turned it off. You instinctively try and pull your legs together with no avail against the ropes. The satisfying feeling of orgasm quickly turned into a painful throb and ache as the vibration attacked your worn out clit. It was horrible that something she had felt so humiliated and degraded in begging for orgasm she was now begging for it to stop. Pleading even, you strain against the ball gag, laying in a pool of your own juices trying to get the vibration off your clit, but as you already found it was taped too well to your leg. More tears fall from you as you endure this abuse. Even against your own will your body starts to respond to the stimulation, another, this time painful orgasm starts to build as you cry out. With the vibrator driving your over the edge your eyes roll back again and your back arches as the orgasm fills your body, further exhausting your body as your pussy convulses as product of the stimulation. This orgasm is devoid of pleasure, instead further cementing the painful throb and ache in your pussy from being used and abused as it had, leaving you panting and spent.
The woman finally turns off the vibrator, granting you such relief to be free, surely she had to be finished now right? The woman stands up, turns off the camera and walks out of the room. She returns with a glass of water with a straw, offering it to you. As tired and dehydrated as you were you gulped down as much as you can and then realize that the edges of your vision were blackening, the water must’ve been drugged and you had no idea what else this woman had planned for you.

Lady Break Up Sex (F/F)

Break-up sex was a bad idea. One that could cause more harm, but I wanted it anyway.
It didn’t matter that Corinne, my love of three years, was leaving me for some girl in her running group. It didn’t matter that she cheated on me with this blonde haired blue-eyed, perfect assed woman with the straight white teeth and the business degree from Yale. With a package like that, who could resist?
Corinne texted me to ask if we could meet for drinks and “talk”. It had been three months since she left me for Malibu Barbie and most of my rage had simmered to a low boil. I agreed, knowing we’d fuck.
I gave two shits about her new shiny relationship. I had already fucked two men, something she called me a “bad lesbian” for. I never proclaimed to be a lesbian, and I loved cock just as much as a straight girl.
We agreed upon a bar tucked away under the bustle of Chicago’s busy State Street. It was in the basement of a champagne bar called something stupid like “Bubbles” or whatever.
I arrived seven minutes late on purpose and found her sitting a corner booth. She had already ordered something in a small dark green glass. I watched her eyes, dark as glittering sapphires light up when she saw me.
“Hi Bella.” she said, kissing my cheek. Her proximity to my body, the familiar scent of her skin, sandalwood mixed with something sweet almost knocked me backwards.
“It’s Amy.” I replied. No longer being together meant we no longer use pet names.
“Right.” she nodded as she returned to her seat.
I sat across from her. A pretty server with long red hair and thick black framed glasses approached with a smile and a menu.
“Give you a minute, or do you know what you’d like?”
“I’ll have the House Manhattan.”
“Great. I’ll be right back.” she said and sauntered off.
“So.” Corrine started.
“So?” I raised an eyebrow in expectation.
“How are you?”
“How am I? Really?” I sighed. “Great. Fine. How are you?”
“Hey. I didn’t come here to argue.” she placed her hand on top of mine and I shrank away as if it burned.
“I know. There are good days and not so good days like anything else.” I lowered my voice, and put my hands in my lap.
“It’s been a rollercoaster for me too.” she said.
“You? A rollercoaster for you? Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” The rage rose like bile in my throat.
The redhead returned with my drink. We declined food, but Corrine ordered another one.
“I love you Bell, um, Amy. Sorry. I really do, and I miss you. I’m so sorry things went down the way they did.” She wrapped her hands around her glass.
I softened, but only a little. “Yeah me too.” I managed.
She had cut her floppy black mop into a super short pixie. It showcased her jewel-toned eyes and I could feel my resolve crumbling.
Of course she picked up on this, grinning flirtatiously, as if all was forgiven and reached for my drink. “May I?”
I nodded and reached for hers, a ritual we shared when we went out.
I tried not to follow the “V” of her low cut top to the slight swell of cleavage her small breasts offered.
It didn’t really matter what I was looking at, just being in her presence was enough to get me wet.
It was no surprise when she later told me to get into the cab she hailed. It was also no surprise when she put her hand on my thigh and inched up toward my crotch. I pushed her away. It’s not that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t going to give it up that quickly.
Corrine kissed me the instant we walked through her door. I shoved her. She tried again and I let her, then shoved her again, but this didn’t deter her.
“What are you doing you little slut? You know you want it.” She said against my mouth, her grip on my hair tight and pulling.
“So now you want to fuck.” I slid my hand between her legs then back up to her little nipples. I pinched hard. “Didn’t want much to do with me before Barbie came along.”
She slapped me hard across the face and I slapped her back, eyes fiery and challenging.
I grabbed her jaw and kissed her mouth fervently while working my other hand into her jeans finding her pussy drenched. “Looks like you’ve missed me.” I said pushing two fingers inside of her. She rocked her hips against me, wrapping her hand around my neck. The harder she squeezed, the harder I let her have it.
Pressure was building in my cheeks and temples but I refused to ease up.
She let go when I slipped out of her pressing my fingertips to her clit. I rubbed her in little circles just the way she liked, watching her double over as she came.
I withdrew my hand and licked my fingers. Making her come was so easy.
She pulled me into the bedroom and we climbed on her bed. I thought about Barbie and what she might think of our little tryst. I imagined her sitting in Corrine’s comfy chair in the corner, watching me pull Corrine’s jeans down, and inhale her scent before I ran my tongue over her thong.
Corrine spread her legs wide and moved the crotch to the side thinking I was going to keep going.
I climbed on top of her instead, kissed her mouth, bit her lower lip while groping her chest. She pulled my shirt off and took a handful of my breast, my flesh pushing between her fingers. She used to joke that if she ever got a boob job she’d want ones like mine.
She unclasped my bra and flicked my nipple with her tongue, then bit it, pulling. I grabbed what I could of her hair, my pain threshold tiptoeing on a tightrope between pleasure and too much. I pressed my pussy against her thigh and started grinding on her.
When her attention moved to my other nipple I squirmed out of my jeans and underwear. She was gentler with this one, circling it with her tongue tip before enveloping it with her full lips.
I removed her shirt and bra then ran my tongue over the bars pierced through each of her nipples.
What is the deal with break up sex? I turned this thought over in my mind as I sucked and bit her. There was something so salacious about it. It was like I wanted to break up just to get to the super-hot sex, then get back together again.
“Should I get the strap on?” she asked.
I liked being penetrated, but again, more so with a live male cock. I tolerated the strap-on but she didn’t know.
“Not this time.” I said knowing there wouldn’t be another time, but she didn’t need to know that either.
She put her mouth on my pussy after opening my legs knowing that was going to get me off. She used to tell me how much she loved hearing me come. She spent so much time researching my body with her mouth, her fingers, and with toys to find just the right movement and pressure.
I gave in to the warmth of her lips on mine, her little tongue swirling around and teasing my clit. Her hands kneaded the tender flesh of my inner thighs as she made out with my pussy. Sometimes the act of feeling her whole mouth there got me close to coming.
I was caught between wanting to be teased and wanting an orgasm to ravage me. I rocked my hips up and down against her. She knew what I was going after and backed off, kissing the inside of my hips, glancing up at me grinning before visiting my pussy again.
Thoughts of wanting some sixty-nine action filtered into my imagination, and I asked her if she wanted it.
“Fuck yes to that!” she exclaimed. “Me on top?”
“Always.” I smiled, knowing she liked her asshole played with while being eaten.
She climbed on top of me, situating herself over my mouth, wrapping her arms around my thighs and got back to consuming me while I dragged my tongue over her lips first before dipping into her opening.
I grabbed her ass as she got to grinding on my face. I spread her cheeks open wide so I could look at her as I licked. She pressed the flat of her tongue above my clit and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm moving to the surface.
I loved being locked into this position, her whole body on mine, the taste and smell of her in my face while receiving the pleasure she expertly gives. I slid my index finger along her asshole then pressed my thumb against it as she moaned into my cunt.
She squeezed my thighs as she licked around my clit, then returning to the spot just above it, pushing her tongue into it.
“Don’t stop.” I said.
I felt her smile. “I’m close too. Keep your thumb where it is.”
I rubbed her little asshole and licked her faster. Hearing her audible pleasure while getting so much attention allowed me to let go into the sensations of being taken under and drowning in coming.
I cried out and she followed, the tone of her bellowing lower than mine. I wanted to bottle up that sound and carry it with me as a reminder of what we used to be.
As we settled, she kissed my inner thighs and I smacked her ass. She rolled off of me and repositioned herself so her head was on my chest, her arm draped around my waist.
“You know I love you right?” she looked up at me.
I nodded, the prickly feeling of anger returning. I didn’t want any feelings muddling up the gloriousness that was the sex we just had.
She kissed my cheek. I waited to feel her body relax, her breathing settling into a light steady pace alerting me to her falling asleep before I carefully climbed off the bed, got dressed and walked out. Read more »