Crude Justice [Public Humiliation] [Water-sports] [Extreme degradation] [Non con] [Body writing]

Claras mouth gagged as the stench of Urine, alcohol, and smoke filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered as the 7 inch member lodged inside her throat refused to give way as her nose pressed against the pubic hair of a stranger she never met before.

This had been Claras life for the past 2 weeks. Two weeks since her life of luxury had been flipped upon its head and she became nothing more then a mere cum and piss dumpster for greasy old men in a shitty old bar.

Prior to this Clara was a Con artist, and a damn good one at that. She prided herself on her seduction skills and her ability to con any man out of each and every dollar in his pocket. Her most recent endeavor was spiking mens drinks at a local bar and bringing them back to hotels with her.

By the time they’d reach the hotel room they would pass out before even being able to take her top off. Clara would smile in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had.

The Collaring Ceremony. [Public Humiliation] [Ritual] [Gangbang]

The collar dug into her skin as she crawled along on all fours. Her body exposed fully to all those gathered around for todays event. Her bare breasts swaying as her ass was prominently on display.

Despite not one of them laying a finger on her, she could feel everyone of their deep, dark desires as they gazed upon her. She did not need to look up to feel every single set of eyes gazing upon her nudity.

Besides, she was not allowed to look up. That was one of the rules of the collaring ritual. Her cheeks flushed as she pondered the thought of everyone looking upon her womanhood not only bare for all to see but dripping with a mixture of shame and lust.

Nothing about her would be private after this day.

As she was lead to the alter, she felt her collar being handed off to the man before her. She was not allowed to look at this man yet she could feel his very presence towering over her.

This was the man that would own her body, mind, and soul for the years to come and would shape her in every way going forward.

(M/M) A reluctant tale down the rabbit hole chapter 3

“Sweetie, you’ll feel better after a shower,” he said as I followed him into his bedroom thinking I’d rather he call me ‘Brandy’ than ‘Sweetie.’

I have seen his room and have used the master bathroom in the past. A huge bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom with not only a walk-in shower but a bathtub as well.

Both rooms reek of money. I knew Big T was a very wealthy man, but I have never heard how he made, or makes his money.

He sat at a large oak desk, fired-up his computer and said over his shoulder to me, “Brandy, take off your clothes and lay them on the bed!” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say to a guest.

In what was maybe my last act of defiance, I stood motionless near the bed asking myself ‘Brandon, what kind of guy are you? How can you just do whatever he tells you to do? It’s not right. I need to be a man and stand up for yourself!’

He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, connected a cord to the phone and plugged the other end into the computer.

Hypnotised at the Party [M/F, anthro/furry, hypnosis, consensual, oral, vaginal, anal, public, dom/sub, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A bunny at a party is prone to finding herself in kinky situations and getting hypnotised and drawn to fuck everyone there at this one is no different!

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

Vania should not have been out there, not really, but it was hard for the bunny-woman to restrain herself. She was too social, a bounce in her step as she enjoyed herself, the party in full swing, though it had been a while since she had attended one in a private home. Of course, a house party was well within her wheelhouse, though perhaps Vania should have considered the fact that she had work the next day.

No matter to her though. Her brown rabbit ears stood up tall and pricked, turning to catch sounds, drinks flowing freely and laughter thick and tangible in the air. She had chosen a mid-thigh skirt that was reasonable enough for the night out, a glass of prosecco clasped in her hand, skin a little darker than a natural tan would have come through. Her glasses perched on her nose, though she did wear contacts at times too, yet she’d been in too much of a rush to get out that night to worry about those.

A day in the life of a slave-in-training [M/18F]

Here’s a fantasy I’ve had forever that I would love to have come true… hope you enjoy, I certainly loved writing it!

The rattling I heard as Master unlocked the cage door abruptly woke me, and I quickly turned to kneel my completely naked self in front of where He now stood. “Morning, slut,” he smiled. The contrast of his warm behavior now from the terror of last night’s punishment was so great that I became irrationally happy. Was I getting attached to Master’s emotions> Fear struck me as I realized that I was turning into exactly what he wanted me to be– a slave who’s sole purpose and joy comes from pleasing Him. I shook the thought away. I knew that once I went through with this, paying my debt, I would happily return to my normal life. However, I felt confused as to how much my feelings changed. A few weeks ago, I was waking up crying and screaming to the point that Master needed to gag me almost 24/7, to now, getting butterflies when He treated me nicely.

(Noncon) Setting myself for adoption because I’m broke [Pet Shop: Part 1]

What does it take for someone to decide, on a whim, to sell their freedom to someone they just met? I know how insane that sounds, but you probably have figured out the answer already: money.

It was a Sunday, on December 1st; I was sitting on my couch, phone in hand, thumb hovering above the “install” button. The app was called “Pet Shop”, but I knew it was more than an app. It was a community, a system. It was the saving grace for a good portion of the population of Aphrocity, and it was going to be mine too. I knew what I was about to do would change my life drastically, but change is something I’ve been begging for.

This is what would bring me here, a few meters away from this beautiful pale girl, a subtle redhead with shades of blonde. Grey eyes standing above a grin, and a small body wrapped into a white crop top and a yellow jacket. I’m telling myself that she seemed nice, that I didn’t do a mistake by accepting the terms and services and setting up a “pet” profile.

[FM] I I [24F] was face fucked by a stranger [M] in hotel on the instructions of my Dom [34M]

At the beginning of the year, I connected with a Dom online. We quickly fired up an intense dynamic that was intense, despite the fact we are long distance. This particular Dom was very much into exhibitionism, humiliation, and sadism. Several months ago, he set me the task of finding a stranger to fuck and cum on my face. Oh, and the entire encounter had to be recorded and sent to him. My cheeks burned with humiliation upon reading the task I had been set. I am not that sexually experienced, and I have never thought to record and sent someone else a video of my sexual dalliances. But I was determined to complete the task.

Finding a suitable stranger was more challenging than I imagined, but I eventually settled on someone I found through Reddit. The day came this past Saturday. I checked into my hotel room, nervous about the task ahead. Even though I was nervous, even scared almost, I felt dangerous aroused. The idea of letting this stranger fuck my face, knowing that my Dom would see (and hopefully enjoy) the footage made that familiar moistness pool between my legs as I waited for his arrival.

Introducing a Whole New Saga! The International Wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States VS Russia}

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States vs Russia}

Vanessa Hutchins took a deep breath. She shifted in her polyester two piece wrestling attire, the Stars and Stripes of her American Flag wrestler bikini glittered in the studio lights of her dressing room. Her blonde locks fell onto her chest, which was tightly held together by her attire.

“You’re on Vanessa, they’re announcing your name.” The studio manager told her, he then disappeared behind the crowd of workers, leaving Vanessa alone again. On her makeup counter, lied an envelope.

What was written on the cover?

***”From Russia, With Love!”***

“And for our matchup, we have the lovely, American, Vanessa Hutchins!” The announcer boomed on.

Vanessa ran to face a screaming crowd, she shifted in her sexy attire, the wrestler bottoms clinging tightly to her Shapley ass.

“USA! USA! USA! USA!” The crowd cheered out. The other half of the stadium, the Russian half, started to Boo her.

Vanessa sprinted into the ring. She tried to give a strong smile, but couldn’t bring herself to give anything but a neutral look. She slid in between the ropes and stood in her corner.

Bathroom Access Denied

One subordinate gets her bathroom privileges taken away by her boss.

> This story involves a female dominant, if your preference is towards males please [read this version instead](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7233956). 
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> Kinks: Bathroom use control, Boss/subordinate, consensual non-consent, ageplay-like humiliation and watersports.
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> This is the follow up to [Wet at Work](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7219566), however, it can also be read independently of that. 

BZZZ. BZZZ.

“Ugggh.” I shut the alarm off and drag myself out of bed. “Today will be like any other workday,” I tell myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “Just go into the office and do your work.” 

As I get ready for the day, I don’t think about the shame I felt by wetting myself on my boss’ chair. Nor the humiliation I endured as she treated me like a naughty house pet, rubbing my face into my own mess. I especially don’t think about how horny it made me feel. Nope, I think nothing of the sort.

As I arrive, I check my emails to find one from my boss. 

‘Subject: Update to the Bathroom Facilities

Dear Staff,

A Hard Lesson Learned [Fm] [Older Sister x Younger Brother] [Incest] [Gentle Femdom] [Spanking] [Handjob]

Everyone has big dreams after finishing college: no more papers, no more tests, get a better paying job, buy a house, settle down and marry that special someone. The list goes on and on.

What Adam didn’t expect was his fiancée throwing her ring back in his face and dumping the whole of his worldly possessions out on the street. She’d run out of patience with him and fallen out of love, too; or so she said.

Adam was devastated, understandably. Where had he gone wrong? She was his girl, his one and only. They had been high school sweethearts, inseparable, the perfect couple so obviously in love, and he was determined to win her back.

But some relationships aren’t meant to be saved, and Jessica knew this all too well. She was six years Adam’s senior, and she had never approved of her brother’s choice in girlfriends. He had this tendency, whether pitiable or simply pathetic, to pursue damaged goods, inevitably winding up with his heart broken in the process.

But no more. Enough was enough.