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.

Picturesense of an Angel [Fingering, Degradation, Breeding]

You lay in front of the bedroom mirror, gently pleasing yourself. Your fingertips swirl around the edge of your clitoris while you hold up the phone. “Mmmm—fuck,” your whimpers slip as your self-satisfying touch increases in pace. Your whimpers transform into moans, and your body reaches an intimate shake. Your faltering hand continues filming as your voice whines towards the screen. The red circle comes to a close and the video stops recording…

“Fuck,” you whisper, allowing your body to cooldown for a brief period. Then, You sit up to review the video. A feeling of pride builds while you watch the screen. Suddenly, the bedroom door flies open. Your head jolts as you look to the door and see me. I scan the room, arriving at your naked body.

My eyes traverse the length of your fully exposed body. I smirk condescendingly. Your phone drops as you reach across your chest, hiding your boobs from me. With your screen faced up, I hear the faint, “Mmmm—fuck,” play. Quickly, I snatch your phone and watch as the recording plays back. I turn the volume up, forcing you to listen in embarrassment. The sense of pride you just felt now backhands you with humiliation.

[F4M] Discord NON CON roleplay?

>I want to start out by saying my schedule varies. Sometimes I can’t respond for days, other times I can go back and fourth for some time. Looking for someone that can wait for me to respond and not ghost. I have tried this a couple times and I get it this prompt isn’t for everyone but I get partners that start it but ghost after we get into the prostitution part. Wanting to do a roleplay of being forced into becoming a cheap street prostitute. Ideally a young innocent naive girl. (18 of course) The kind you see on the street corner. I don’t see her ever liking it and only stays because of fear. The pimp should keep his girls inline with fear and threat of using violence. I need to feel the pain and see the marks on my body where such tactics where used. I want this to be some sort of organized prostitution with many girls, maybe some sort of organized crime with a midlevel pimp. Not looking for the boyfriend method. Maybe she somehow tries to do some modeling an ends up at a modeling agency really just a recruitment place for the pimps. She is told it’s a shoot for anti trafficking and during the shoot is
slowly put into more restraints in the end being hogtied and gagged before telling her about her situation. Maybe her father is a member in a rival gang and she is kidnapped and put to work to punish her father. Just ideas, open to others. I’m not particular on how she gets there Though . I’m figuring on playing a young naive innocent girl. A virgin who really doesn’t know the way the world works. Someone maybe from a poor family but used to comfortable living. , maybe book wormish look
with glasses and dressing in unrevealing conservative clothes to start. Need a dominate to play both the pimp and johns. kinks– bondage, Humiliation, degradation, rough, pain, submission. Branding or being tattooed to mark ownership, confinement, man-handled, Misogyny, Non-consent. forced, choked, slapped, Risk of exposure, dehumanization, micromanagement control (Not sure the term but think dog recalls, sit, stay, bathroom control, etc) Basically treat me like shit. I crave the abuse of a man, the slap of mans hand on my face, the slap of mans belt on my body the bruises a man leaves behind, I love the abuse of a man, I need it. 3rd person semi paragraph. DO NOTLIKE DISCORDS MESSENGER. PREFER DISCORD.

I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage. Part 3

If you’re new here, you really should [start at the beginning.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o4l7jv/i_think_my_hot_coworker_is_going_to_ruin_my/)

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Chapter 3 (CNC, humiliation, pet play, cuckquean, mf, mff)

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 yet. 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 pets than she actually could take care of on her own as it was, and I didn’t want to take on another responsibility.

[MOD POST] July 2021 Contest

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Current Winner: June 2021 Theme: Mile High Club u/Ridemycockpit’s [How this pilot was inducted to the Mile High Club](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nvnjq4/mf_how_this_pilot_was_inducted_to_the_mile_high/)

July 2021 Theme: Humiliation

In partnership with r/humiliation_kink, we’d like to highlight people who are into humiliation, degradation, mental or emotional sadomasochism. Tell your story about the time you delivered or received humiliation. Remember, different people are into different things. So what is humiliating to one, may not be to another.

The night she broke me [F/m]

The following story is a work of fiction, although it is a fantasy I very much want to live out. The story contains: Female domination, bisexual male, forced feminization, public humiliation and cuckolding.

I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what was about to happen, I’m sure I didn’t even know the half of it, but what I did know scared me. Well at least that’s what I tried to tell myself, but my clit straining against the cage betrayed how I really felt. I had been locked up since October 1st and it was now Halloween. I had gone a month without feeling Mistress’s pussy or mouth wrapped around my clit, except when she wanted to tease me through my cage. The idea of feeling them both again, of her making me cum, had consumed me by this point and I was willing to do pretty much anything.

Claras Bar Debt [Extreme humiliation] [Non Con] [Piss play] [Bondage] [Throat Fucking] [Public Exhibition]

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 this dingy 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 simply smirk in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had.

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 2,] {India Vs. Pakistan}

Hey folks! I’m back again! With another Literotica. This time. We’re seeing the Indian Tigress face off against the Pakistani Titan. Enjoy! Let me know if you like these stories in the comments!

“And competing for the state of India! It’s the lovely! The powerful! Indian Tigress! Diya Keskar!”

Diya sprinted towards the ring in a covet of applause from the Indians in the crowd. Dressed in a yellow two piece latex wrestlers attire. She was draped in the Indian flag, it waved in the wind as she carried it to her side of the ring. Draping it over her corner. The cameras fixated on the beaming smile of this wrestler.

Diya stared back up at the expectant audience. They were watching her keenly. Anxious for the upcoming fight. Though Diya was smiling. There was a hint of anxiety in her glittering eyes.

“And for her opponent! Competing for the state of Pakistan! The Lovley! The Fierce! Pakistani Titan! Laila, Hidayah!”

The Pakistani challenger strode into the arena, the Pakistani flag draped over her body. She marched in with a determined expression. A one piece green wrestlers attire gripped her body. Though conservative in such an event. It highlighted her curves well, and looked tight in all the right places.

The problem of a slut wife! [Dom] [BDSM][Anal][Water Sport]

What’s it really like when you find out your SO, your wife, is fucking another guy? When you realize that the last few years have been a lie? When you learn you’ve been a cuck? If they had done this together, you think, it would have been fine, but the fact she did it, cheated on him, betrayed him, wrecked his faith in their relationship, well, that was just unforgivable.

He can’t say that he has been entirely pure here. There have been a number of women he has met, and known, over the last few years he would have loved to fuck, but he didn’t. He had her at home, someone to come home to, to be with, to love, to have sex with, regularly, great sex. Then he found out she wasn’t waiting for him, she had a guy on the side. It was so simple, the way he found out, he undressed her and she had gotten careless.

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.