So this is based on my memories of how our second child was conceived. I was bred. My eldest, only 8 months old, was supposed to be an only child for a long while – a mutual decision. One night, a couple of months after my menstrual cycle returned, we were intimate. I was ovulating, and he always picked up on my biological cues at this time, and was extra into me. I’d had a delicious orgasm and we were cuddling, talking. He hadn’t cum yet, I could feel his cock stiff against my thigh and leaking precum. We stared a long while into each other’s’ eyes, my chest rising and falling with my shallow breaths, my cheeks still flushed pink and sweaty. I could see his eyes slowly make their way down the side of my face, reaching my lips and resting there for a long moment before glancing straight up at me – something changed, I could see the hunger there. His breaths, too, deepening, he did not say word but climbed on top of me, staring down into my eyes again. I felt small beneath my husband, vulnerable, his eyes insatiable.
Tag: Humiliation
In The Navy pt2. Demoted to Ship’s Whore [BDSM][NonCon][humiliation][gangbang][OC]
Find part 1 on my profile. Enjoy
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Cook limped toward the ship mess hall. The Captain’s treatment of her body had left her asshole throbbing and her hips aching. Though the experience hadn’t lasted more than an hour she was exhausted.
Her mouth swirled with foul flavors. The captain hadn’t let her leave his office until she’d thoroughly cleaned his cock, desk and floor with her tongue. If her efforts failed inspection, which they did more than once, he slapped her hard, pushed her head back down and told her not to look up until it was spotless. She’d dutifully lapped his cum off the floor on all fours, ass in the air. To finish it off he had her lick his boots clean.
“That’s a good girl.” He’d said, pulling her up by her pigtails. “Report back here at 0600 Sunday morning, make sure your uniform and your fuckholes are clean. It would be unbecoming for me to put my cock in the slop left behind by my crew.”
“Yes sir,”
“Now report to the mess hall. The boys are gonna love your new uniform.”
Vivian Tied – M/f – BDSM and mild humiliation
She’s tied to the bed in his hotel room. Blindfolded. Gagged with her own panties. Nude. And she’s so vividly aware that she has no excuses tonight. She can’t blame the alcohol, though it had been another strong drink. She can’t lie to herself that it was an accident, that she had been overwhelmed by his presence.
She could try to lie to herself, like the day before, that she hadn’t gone to meet him for this reason. That she hadn’t worn the sexy dress with its matching bra and panties like he had instructed to please him. She had no excuse. She had made the choice to meet him. The stranger. She had showered and shaved and dressed to please him, all the while thinking, imagining, touching herself lightly.
It had been such an easy choice to make. Too easy. This wasn’t like her. She should feel bad. She wasn’t the sort of woman to cheat. She had spent the day checking, and double checking, her own conscience. Barely a blip. The regret she felt wasn’t at her actions, but that she had been forced to seek this out.
Musings [self] and Losing The Plot [M/F]
Find a way to turn your storm into hers. Energy is not delivered without direction; pinpoint your entry and strike deliberately. Each touch becomes lightning when you are a force of nature. From divine lips to her hips, do not miss a chance to make her your doll, even if only for the moment.
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Intimidation of self-reconciliation manifesting as a conflagration of humiliation leads to instances of exacerbation of trepidations.
Tik, Tok, Tik, Tok, mortality runs around the clock. Her sleepless nights of endless flights through rose-tinted fields of thoughts.
She verifies he terrifies her story’s fragile plot. The protagonist taunts her chalice with a lustful analogous trot. He walks along her flowing stream and finds a cozy cot. Inside this cot, her mind distraught, by what? He knows not.
For he never knew her, her dreams were never his. Twelve years their adventure, four kisses and two kids. Her surprise was his demise, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in to offer a kiss, he received her cheek. She was not expecting visitors, and what a sight to see; the man before her, with her ring on, did not possess the key.
Taming of the Fox
( M/f, noncon, bondage, orgasm control/denial, aphrodisiac, humiliation, mindbreak, magic)
For years, the fox spirit Kyu had been terrorizing a small village. She would come in the night, seduce the men, and trick them into giving her anything she pleased. Or worse, sometimes cursing some unfortunate fellow. She gave no thought of her sick games, considering the mortal townspeople beneath her.
The town had had enough, but whag could they do? They were simple laborors, farmers. They were no match for the spirit’s powerful magic. Word spread of the town’s despair, and eventual the story of the terrible Fox Witch reached the renowned monster hunter, Yurio.
Yurio was a young man, in his early 30’s. He’d hunted and killed many monsters and demons. His skills would usually cost thousands, but this… Yurio decided he would do for free. He had just the plan for the trouble making fox spirit. He traveled to the town, gathered everyone to the town square. He told them not to leave their houses that night, and to place a bunch of valuables in a tent in the center of town.
“Don’t worry,” he assured the worried townfolk. “all your belongings will be returned to you come morning.”
[MFM] How my extremely shy girlfriend ended up spending an entire weekend getting fucked by my buddy and I –Part 1–Setup, and The Sex Shop
Disclaimer: I am not into humiliation or big alpha male men claiming my gf in front of my while I jerk off in the corner. I have no issue with people that enjoy that but this isn’t that sort of story.
Me and my buddy who is featured in this story go way back, and we have a very bro type relationship. This is reflected in the way we interact with each other. The texts we sent to each other are word for word. And when my gf texts him she isn’t some sort of sexting queen, and he is trying to respect boundaries.
I’m trying to keep the story as reflective of the truth as I can. The only reason I could go on with the things the story describes is precisely because we are so close, and because I trust him.
The dynamic is that of me breaking down barriers and bringing my friend into our sex life and having fun, not that of my friend seducing my gf and her being enthralled by his alphaness. If it sounds like something you’re on board with, read away.
Daddy//DOLL Part 3 (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)
Chapter 3
A curious idea crept into the periphery of my attention, twisting like tendrils around my mind and sinking their barbs deep into my thoughts. I should bring my new pet home with me, to introduce her to Dolly. Her next kink is watching me take whoever I please, she just doesn’t know it. Certainly not, as the spiciest non monogamous thing she’d been willing to try while sober and in the privacy of our bedroom was fantasizing about threesomes where she was all up in the action. But you know what? Fuck it, I deserve to have a pet. She was talking about getting a fucking axolotl tank the other day and I kind lost it a little. We had our usual makeup sex after and it was fine, but I had stood my ground and made clear my thoughts on the zoo our house was becoming. She had more than she actually could take care of on her own as it was, and I didn’t want to take on another responsibility.
“Kitten, I have an idea.” I was a little hesitant to pitch Cookie this idea but I decided to go for it anyway. What’s the worst that could happen now?
Daddy//DOLL Part 2 (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)
Chapter 2
Dolly woke up first the next morning seemingly no worse for wear. Cookie had left late in the night, just prior to the sun coming up, and I had my worst hangover in recent memory.
“Drink too much you think?” She said it calmly but there was fury behind her words.
I had slept through the night on the chaise. Still naked, but someone had put a light blanket over me. I was nauseous, my head pounded, and I’m sure I was dehydrated. I was about to catch hell for last night and all I wanted to do was lay here and not throw up.
Dolly set down two Ibuprofen and a glass of water on the table next to me. “Thank you. Uh… Let’s talk about last night?” I choked it out as I sat up, pain splitting my head in two and bile rising in my throat.
“Take a shower and I’ll make breakfast. Let’s talk later.” Dolly was clearly mad at me but there was more going on here. She’d also never made me breakfast before. In fact, she doesn’t really cook at all if it can’t be reconstituted with hot water.
Daddy//DOLL (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)
Hi friends!
Thanks for taking a look at my story. Enjoy! Or don’t! But let me know either way.
Based loosely on personal experiences, but I can’t help but have horror blend in to my smut, so coming chapters may incorporate mild spooky or supernatural elements.
– u/TheShiniestunicorn <3
Posted elsewhere as “Help! I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage!” for the clickbait.
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Chapter 1
Now I’ve always had a bit of a flirty friendship with Cookie. She’s cute and we’ve known each other for a few years now. We met at work and we probably could have dated if either of us had been single. I was the head chef and she was my front of house counterpart. Dolly knew about my entirely platonic work girlfriend and really it was innocent enough anyway. She even trusted me to hang out with Cookie, though she clearly seethed with jealousy the few times I did. She confronted me one evening, after the second time I hung out with Cookie after work. We had a beer together and I was home a little late. Okay a lot late, it was like 2 am.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Plot heavy]
**Jenine**
It doesn´t matter where I am and when I am.
Varying degrees of imprisonment are just lines in the sand. It did not change a thing to Emily Davison when she was jailed. She knew that all women lived in prison whether they saw it or not.
I would expect nothing less from the rabble when I wake up and they seat me on that motorized chair that sends stinging to my bare ass every once in a while. It´s also totally their style when they painfully bend my back to lock my head and hands in the pillory on the plinth and a little peg on the string to pull my tongue.
Male wardens are the most dutiful with the last beautification – twisting and cuffing my legs on the chair so that womanhood between is properly unfurled.
There´s the reason why my cell has no open door during the day. I can be a spectacle, albeit a passive one, untouched in a violating way. My speech being disabled, I couldn´t react to the repetitive derision and bawdy accolades. I wandered in myself, the pains trivial to the steadfast wildcat. The catering is nothing short of groundbreaking. Every Hilton should offer a tube to the nose.