Revenge for the past, male’s POV [mf] [huml] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Str8] [bd] [nc] [prost]

I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the male/dom one. Link to the female/sub version will be in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.

All characters are 18+

Enjoy!

It’s my first time walking through this part of town: there are prostitutes dancing behind windows everywhere. It’s not like I came here for that, I get plenty of attention from “real girls” (at least, now I do), but my new friend lives around here and we’ve decided to hang out tonight. I make my way through the street, enjoying the view of attractive half-naked women, when suddenly, I see a familiar face. I walk closer to her window, trying to have a name pop up in my head. Wait, is that? Hah, no it couldn’t be, right? I smirk and wave at her. She doesn’t seem to recognize me. Hm, reasonable prices. I decide to text my friend I’ll be a little later.

This girl, Susie, used to bully and torment me relentlessly. Maybe she doesn’t recognize me because I’ve lost a lot of weight, she used to bully me because I was fat. Anyways, it looks like I’ll get my revenge today.

Revenge for the past, female’s POV [mf] [huml] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Str8] [bd] [nc] [prost]

I wrote this story in two POVs, right now you’re reading the female/sub one. Link to the male/dom version will be in the comments.

Disclaimer: I don’t condone violence against sex workers.

All characters are 18+

Enjoy!

Tonight is just another night of being a sex worker. It’s easy money, honestly. Nothing exciting ever happens, though. I dance seductively behind the window, there are people walking on the other side. Most of them look at me, some of them are with their girlfriends. Whenever a man who’s holding hands with a girl, looks at me, I yell “I can fuck you better than your girlfriend!~”, which is true, ofcourse. The girlfriend usually ends up getting mad at the boyfriend. Oh, how I love a bit of competition. But the boyfriend never comes to me for a night. I guess that’s because of “love”.

The Inspection: Part 2 [D/s] [MDom/femsub] [SM] [Sens Dep] [Control] [No Sex] [HUML] [Costumes] Feedback Appreciated!

(The Inspection: Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/))

**The Inspection: Part 2**

*“Are you ready to be inspected?”*

The tiniest of sounds escaped her mouth. She wanted to say yes. She croaked a “yes” out loud and felt terrible. **Actually, I want to scream, Yes! Yes. Yes, yes! As loud as I can, yes! because the sound of your voice makes my skin crawl in such a delicious way. Crawl like my feet are stepping on broken glass. Crawl like I’m so interested in pushing the pain.** **Crawl like I need you and I need the things you want to do to me. Crawl – yes. Because I’m yours, you love me like this and I need you to…** She flexed her calves and pointed the toes on her right foot. The lack of vision had made all her other senses come alive. He stroked her hair, softly.

“What do you want?” – he whispered in her ear. ***I’m so into you, but I need you to say it. Please, please say it for me, liebling. I can’t do it without you, you know that. Don’t make me wait, don’t disappoint me.***

Regret

“It’s nice to see you!”

That’s what she had said. Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.

“Alright, goodnight!” You held a pained smile for just as long as it took for Alice and her new boyfriend to round the corner and then your shoulders sank in defeat.

Alice, at least at one point, had been the love of your life. The story of how that came to end wasn’t long, nor was it complicated. It certainly didn’t leave you looking good, especially now that it was five years later and she had just introduced you to her new husband.

Derek was tall, handsome, and successful by the look of his clothes and watch. Next to him, petite Alice looked like a doll, and she was certainly dressed like one.

You had not been nearly as successful. You’ve had a string of relationships, sure, but they had not been what you hoped for.

The Inspection: Part 1 [D/s] [MDom/femsub] [SM] [Sens Dep] [Control] [No Sex] Light [HUML] [Costumes] Feedback Appreciated!

***The Inspection: Part 1***

*She stood huddled under the ridiculously flimsy umbrella, gazing across the street at the hotel. An ordinary-looking hotel on an unprepossessing street, in an unremarkable quarter of one of France’s dingiest cities, and she couldn’t even summon up the courage to go in.*

*Running over the pedestrian crossing, the hotels’ glass doors sliding back and forwards with a soft whoosh as she dashed in, she shook off the rain and battled to close the stupid umbrella. Approaching the desk timidly, half wondering if somehow, there would be no reservation at all and she could perhaps just turn around and leave with no fuss, no drama, no test of bravado. But, there was. And a keycard. And a pleasantly-bored receptionist who motioned towards the lifts with her head whilst taking a copy of the ID.*

*Crossing the foyer, she walked towards the lifts and waited, running over phrases, expressions, things she wanted to say to him, in her mind. The lift was one of those with a giant mirror covering the back wall and she had to work hard to resist the temptation to primp and fuss with her appearance. A quick slick of lipstick sufficed. Her face looked pale and her skin was still slightly damp from the rain. Uncontrollable hair and a long, black woollen coat completed the look.*

[MMF] July 4th Cuckold BBQ

Originally from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-328

My wife and I had a successful cuckold life for over 7 years and there were a lot of fun little humiliating things she did to me outside of the full blown cuckold evenings we shared. Below is a list of those one-off humiliating fun things my wife did to keep my little humiliating cock dripping.

[MF] Metro Girl Dominated

It was late night, I had just finished partying with my friends and was contemplating on booking an Uber to go back home. Obviously, I could use the Metro, but an Uber is just so much more comfortable. Thankfully, I decided to save some money and use the Metro. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like the last train for the day. I got in a cabin, which was completely empty apart from me. The next station was when I first saw her. And my God what a fucking beauty. She was wearing a tight bode hugging sundress with black stilettos. Her make up was on point, with mascara done perfectly and blood red lipstick covering her full lips. And her eyes. She seemed she was wearing lenses but I didn’t mind. Blue eyes that you could stare into for days. She was absolutely gorgeous. I was so stunned by her looks, it was only when she sat down opposite to me that I noticed her perfect hourglass figure. 36CC cup breasts with a cleavage that was just begging to be stared at. A perfect round ass that you can bounce a ball off. And long shapely legs that seemed to never end. In other words, a 12/10.

We [MF] spent the afternoon together, with his permission. (w/pic)

Last week, my relationship with Sam and Aly (scroll past my dick pics for earlier posts with these two) progressed to a level hitherto unexplored by us: I was allowed to spend the afternoon alone with Aly, without any rules.

Well, there was one: Don’t get arrested.

Scroll way down for the sex. Also, this is Sam and Aly: u/fun_in_love

We’d hung out, all three of us, a number of times up until now. A couple of those just as friends grabbing drinks and appetizers. And Aly and I pushed the boundary a bit in the week leading up to this. We were well-behaved, mind you. Hard as that was.

“Above the clothes only,” she’d informed me. We had a couple coffee dates that week, each of us with our laptop and a whole lot of shit to do. It shouldn’t surprise you that sitting beside someone as beautiful as Aly for several hours distracted me from getting much done. But we were well-behaved. The first coffee-date, we only kissed and hugged upon my arriving. On the second, being so close to her was too much for me. I suggested we put the work away and take a walk around the neighborhood.

The Black Cross – Prologue [BDSM]

As I sat in my cell, awaiting trial, I cast my mind back to the stories my grandmother would tell me. Of the time before they came to power in this part of the world and thought and sight was free.

It was at least two generations before I was born, that the black cross church came to power. First it was just local elections in the more conservative areas that they saw joy. Then at state level, then, when the rest of the nation could tolerate the extremity no longer this land was cut free.

They will tell you they won a war, but my grandmother told me it was just indifference, lack of patience and the north no longer wanting to economically support the hatred of us here in the south. And so, without a shot being fired, the 4 states were free, and under the iron thumb of the church of the black cross.

Now, I am its latest victim. Arrested in the dead of night and dragged from my bed. A neighbour had seen me bathe at the river naked. It was so hot, and the sun felt so good. Who ever had seen me had told the secret police, and now here I am, awaiting trial for indecency and lewd behaviour.

Jessica Emerges

*Since I forgot to put tags in the title, this story includes: cross dressing, feminization, femdom, cuckolding, oral, bisexual play and humiliation. Thanks for reading!*

“Come on out! It’ll be fine!”

Kevin took a deep breath. He and Sandra had been friends for years and it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust her. Still, there was a difference between trusting a friend and taking a step that he, himself, wasn’t sure he was ready for.

His chest was a little tight and that made it difficult to breathe. Only a little. It wasn’t as though the clothes he wore restricted him. They were snug. That’s all. Very snug. The blouse that showed off his shoulders had a neckline that cut across his obviously masculine chest yet, as he admired himself in the mirror, he adored how the floral pattern flowed down past his obliques. He wore a singlet under the blouse. It was black and provided a foundation that let the pattern shine, in addition to giving his body much more slender appeal.