Tag: Humiliation

How many squirts? [MF] (D/s, bondage, flogging, forced orgasms, squirting, fisting)

“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll come crawling back.” That was the last text I got from her. She’d found a guy that she wanted to try a having an exclusive long term relationship with, and I supported her wholeheartedly. For her sake I legitimately hoped I wouldn’t hear from her again, because she deserves a partnership, like I have. As an ENM Dom I have a primary partner, with a normal family life, and I always kind of hope that my more casual playmates will find something that satisfies them emotionally long term, because with me it’s all sex.

It had been 3 months since I’d heard from her when I saw several texts from her on my phone after work.

“I would like you to fuck me now, please sir”

“at your earliest possible convenience”

“I’d take any amount of you I could get at this point. I keep having this visceral reaction to the memory of you manipulating my body, controlling me, using me forcefully”

“Things didn’t work out because he couldn’t handle me the way you do, when we fucked I kept thinking of you and wanting that passion and force again” Read more »

The office slut [Breeding, noncon, free use, public]

Stacy opened the door to her office and breathed a sigh of relief. She nestled herself in her chair, taking in the view of the city down below. As she looked down at the specs of people jostling past each other, her reality began to sink in. Stacys family was running out of money, and as the bread winner of her household, the pressure was on her shoulders. Today was the day she was going to ask for a promotion. She had been through it with her friend Emma, who had assured Stacy to book a meeting with Harry, her boss. She had always felt slightly intimidated by his presence, and hated to confront him like this, but she had to do it. If she didn’t get this promotion, her family would have no food, and with rent increasing they could lose their house. Harry could come in at any moment, and her nerves were still running wild. She was too restless to sit, so Stacy rose from her chair and began circling aimlessly. Her gaze found the mirror, and she stared back at herself. Stacy wondered where life would have taken her if she had pursued modelling instead of finance. Just a few years ago she had a blossoming career in the modelling industry, and was getting many good offers from big agencies. Stacy only stopped because her mother talked her out of it, highlighting that modelling was “too explicit”, and that she “didn’t want men fantasising about her daughter.” As she recalled this life-changing decision, Stacy sighed regretfully. Ironically, she would probably be more financially secure if she had chosen her passion. Read more »

At the Farm – Part 5 [F18/F18/M50/F35/M58] [Mdom, D/S, slave training, humiliation, lesbian, deepthroat, BDSM]

Lisa’s legs trembled from the effort to keep her hands off her pussy. It was the story of her life now. It had now been seven days, seven terribly frustrating days, since she had first accompanied Sara into Mr Karlsson’s bedroom. Seven days ago since Sara shaved her pussy and Mr Karlsson turned her into his pet-in-training. Since then she had been forbidden to even touch herself between her legs or reach any pleasure of her own, until she managed to take Mr Karlsson’s cock all the way down her throat.

That had not prevented Mr. Karlsson and his wife from giving her other tasks, which she had to complete every day before the evening when she was supposed to show up with Sara in their bedroom.

The assignments had varied. Some were difficult, close to impossible, while others were solved almost effortlessly. Her first mission had been to get to the city an hour away and buy makeup for her and Sara to use for the evening. She had happily done so and had a very giggly afternoon as she and the other maid got ready. They had colored their cheeks, fixed their eyebrows, painted each other’s toenails and shaded their eyes. A few hours later, the makeup ran down her face after Mr Karlsson fucked her mouth for half an hour. He still hadn’t managed to get his cock more than half way down the shaft and in disappointment, he had Sara spank her bare buttocks until they turned red. Read more »

[MF]one of my fantasies is to be raped[FF]

One of my sexual fantasies has always been to fuck men older than me (I’m 19M), a father who plays with his son to give him milk when mommy isn’t home. Another of my fantasies is to be used as a sex toy, being dressed in women’s or girl’s clothes, with lace thongs, wigs and pretty dresses. Become a semen deposit for my owner. And that my master lets anyone fuck me without limits (my only limit is public humiliation, otherwise I don’t care if he drugs me against my will, hits me or whatever)
My private messages are open for all your fantasies, I’m just a whore thirsty for cock. I hope someone shares my fantasies.

Crown – Part II (M/f, professor/student, degradation, humiliation, spitting, cunnilingus)

**NOTE: this follows a previous story started [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12oktyg/im_20sf_finally_getting_closer_to_convincing_my/), so you may want to read that first.**

*Tell me what you want tonight.*

I look at your ceiling to avoid eye contact, then close my eyes before you can call me out. Your cheek on my thigh feels white-hot by comparison: all heat where our bodies connect / all chills elsewhere. I blush to the roots of my hair, but you’re patient. You’ll push buttons that make me the best worst kind of embarrassed, but you’ll do so on your own time. You’ll toy with me. You’ll mock me running out of words despite being articulate elsewhere. Maybe you’ll pull out the *I’m not mad, just disappointed* voice. But for now? You wait.

*What do I want tonight? Everything. I’ll probably want a drink, a dinner, and a hot bath in roughly that order.*

I bring my hands to your hair. When you neither move them away nor scold me, I know I’ve done something right.

*I want to be beaten until I try to crawl away from you. I want to say “thank you” each time you slap me, with your wife thoroughly horrified in another room. And after your hand or the toys give out, I want sex that leaves me crying from relief. So…everything. I want it all.* Read more »

Team Slut [Yes, Captain Part II] [Body Writing] [Bully] [Ff] [Humiliation] [Straight to lesbian?] [Lesdom] [Power imbalance] [Sports team] [Masturbation] [Cunnilingus]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/vividwiththequill/comments/131gmgf/team_slut_yes_captain_part_ii_body_writing_bully/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Seeing herself on her screen in that position was embarrassing enough, but the thought of her team captain having that video at her disposal was even worse. Despite the fear that clung to her like glue, she couldn’t help but feel turned on at the fact her teammate could do whatever she liked with the video…or even whatever she liked with her.

She didn’t hesitate to provide her address, her hands shaking, and she was unsure whether her trembling was due to fear or to excitement. She glanced around the condo her parents had invested in for her. After all, it made more sense to them to invest in a new property and let her use it rather than paying for an apartment or the university dorms. She nitpicked at little messes as she waited in anticipation. Would her bully harm her? Would she touch her? What should she expect?

She slipped into the bathroom, gasping at the cold tile on her bare feet. She’d been so focused on Harper coming over. One quick swipe with a bit of toilet paper showed Maya just how aroused she had become while thinking about who was coming over. She wiped off her labia so that she wouldn’t be so uncomfortable down there. She still wasn’t sure what would go down, so she didn’t want to have her panties soaked too soon. Read more »

Yours… On My Knees

I am kneeling before you. Eyes downcast, waiting. A shadow passes across my face and for a moment I forget myself and glance up to see what cast it… and my eyes meet your cock, standing ready, so close… a tiny gasp catches in my throat, and then I remember and lower my gaze.

Then your fingers, so gentle, are playing across my features, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, my jaw, sliding underneath to my throat. I am trembling. Still gentle and yet demanding now, your hand closes slightly, grasping, tilting my face upward. Permission to meet your eyes has not been given and so I carefully keep my lashes lowered, peeking through at what still stands ready before me, pulse quickening, mouth and tongue heating, lips wanting, dying to part but held firmly shut by my last scrap of will.

A rumbling chuckle from you. I know you must be amused.

You move your hand again, this time sliding up my cheek and into my hair. Your touch is so soft… until you make a fist, clenching where hair meets scalp, the stinging shock bringing tears to my eyes. With this leverage you tilt my face upward even further, and I understand your unspoken bidding and meet your gaze… gentle, playful, and yet I cannot miss the steel beneath. The command, quiet and soft, holds the same: Read more »

Yes, Captain. [Bully] [Ff] [Humiliation] [Non-con to start] [Straight to lesbian?] [Lesdom] [Power imbalance] [Sports team] [Masturbation]

“How did you even get on this team?” the team captain snarled. “You can’t even do well in practice, so how can we expect you to do well in the game?”

“It was an accident,” Maya murmured, playing with the hem of her practice uniform. She felt her face get hot as she felt a dozen judgemental eyes on her. She kept her gaze locked on her feet in order not to further anger the captain. She felt relieved that the wisps of blonde hair that came out of her ponytail had hidden her red cheeks.

“You’re so fucking useless,” Harper spat before turning back to the rest of the team to start the next drill.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Maya said, waiting a moment before realizing that nobody had bothered to listen to her. She ran from the court and into the locker room, feeling tears prick her eyes. What had she ever done to make the team captain dislike her so much? From day one, it was clear that Harper had an extreme distaste for her, and she couldn’t seem to understand why. Read more »

New Patriarchal World Order [M36] [F26] [intimidation] [humiliation] [corporal punishment] [creampie]

Part 3

Eileen sniffled and cough as she knelt in front of Kevin as he grabbed the faucet head from the sink and extended it to in front of her face.

“Open wide.”

She hesitated but then opened her mouth slowly and he blasted her mouth with water making her choke. Eileen turned her face to cough which made Kevin kick her on her tit so she was on her back. He put his knees on her elbows and sprayed her face over and over again.

“I said open wide not run away! You don’t listen well do you?? Huh? What’s that?? I can’t fucking here you. Speak up!”

He turned off the hose and stuck his fingers in her mouth feeling around saying

“I’m just making sure there is no more soap.”

She believed him until his fingers jammed into her throat making it impossible to breathe. He pulled it out and slapped her again.

“All clean. Now go stand in the corner until I’m done eating.”

As he stood up she was red with embarrassment and she could feel everywhere he hit her at. She touched her cheek before she saw him grab the brush and she stood up quickly and said Read more »

Live Performance [mf] [cnc] [bondage] [kidnapping] [impact play] [degradation] [knife play] [overstimulation] [slave play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. Its intended purpose is to be as entertaining and immersive for the reader as possible. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

[https://imgur.com/wsgtmCA](https://imgur.com/wsgtmCA)

## Act One – Just Getting Started 

Sarah felt the burning sensation in her shoulders as she slowly regained consciousness. The bright light in front of her giving her an instant headache. Her immediate reaction was to try and talk. Ask what was happening? Where was she? But that attempt was stopped when she realized there was some foreign object in her mouth. Gagging her and muffling her voice. Her heart beat accelerated in fear. She knew she was standing and tried to move in a panic, but those efforts were also quickly cut short when she realized her wrists and ankles were restrained with rope that dug into her skin and made trying to get out of them painful. Lurching forward ever so slightly, causing more searing pain in her shoulders as she was propped up in some sadistic manner. She looked around. Eyes dashing all over the place as she tried to remember what she was doing before. It was all coming back to her. The clubs. Getting drunk with her friends. Meeting some guy. He bought her a drink. Then nothing. Then she woke up here.  Read more »