Chapter 12: Meet the Damaged Domme [sex trade] [BDSM] [violence] [OC] [nsfw]

Catch up on the previous chapters [[link](https://www.reddit.com/user/eatu55/comments/lyjzpr/learning_to_live_with_honey_and_anne_an_erotic/)].

Anne’s yoga instructor is so tall—easily 5 feet 11 inches—she intimidates men. She’s not too easy on the ladies in her classes, either.

Anne and Rhonda took their usual table at the juice bar after yoga. Rhonda was sipping juiced celery and avocado. Anne had carrot and mango. After a few minutes of gripes about difficult poses, Rhonda touched Anne’s hand, leaned in and whispered, “Do you think her name is really *Nastya* or is it a nickname she earned in the Russian army?”

“Ha ha ha. Funny, Rhonda. I think it is a real name. Diminutive for Anastasia or something. I heard she was a mail-order bride, whose “husband” was into some shady stuff in Chicago. She got free of her mess and moved out here about 3 years ago.“

“That’s rough. Seems like there are a lot of us finding refuge in our little town. By the way, thanks again for the perfect birthday present,” she winked.

The juice bar was busier than usual. When Nastya looked around for a seat, the only ones left were at Anne’s table. “May I join you?” She asked.

DREAMS OF MATERNITY

My name is Stephen, I’m a 20-year-old college sophomore, and I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I’ve been aware of sex (and a non-erotic fascination with pregnant women since well before that). Sorry if that sounded like an introduction at a support group, but I almost feel like a support group is what I need at this point. How the hell am I supposed to get with a pregnant woman?

I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m not even sure I want kids, never mind knocking someone up in the foreseeable future. I’m not super comfortable seeking out a pregnant escort, even if they were at all easy to find. Jerking off to pregnant porn isn’t quite cutting it for me anymore, and I feel truly desperate to do something with my desires as they creep closer and closer to obsession.

There’s an avenue toward realizing some of my fantasies that I’ve yet to explore, though: lucid dreaming. If I can manage to learn to take control of my dreams, I can have dream sex with pregnant ladies to my heart’s content. Nightly, even. It’s not the real thing, but I think it’s the best I can do at the moment, and I’m ready to put in the time to get it going. If I can pull it off, it will be worth just about any amount of time and effort it may require.

And A Daughter Is A Whore [FF/Lesbian/Dubcon/SW/Manipulation]

Disclaimer- A work of fiction based on a mix of my fantasies, feelings and experiences. Nothing in this story has happened…yet.

Now’s the time, right?

She’s already started looking for a second job and keeps mentioning how money is tight. To her credit, she’s made a lot of sacrifices over the years to cut down on expenses: no more trips to the mall or big box stores, she sells what she can part with and donates her hair whenever it grows long enough.

It doesn’t sound like much but if you lived it, you’d know it fucking sucks. It’s the dejected tone in her voice, constant revisions to her resume, application after application, how the hopeful expression of an interview offer turns into another dim and dead end upon rejection.

So, what better time to tell your mom you’re ready to become a whore?

Sometimes I think it’s not even my own idea. Maybe she’s been dropping hints, planting seeds subconsciously for this to bloom in my head naturally?

The Blue Viper Files Part 7 [FF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis]

**Chapter 7: Gospozha**

**Lindsey**

Lindsey used the spare key under the ceramic turtle and let herself into the house. No one was home yet, which meant she still had time to get things ready. Though the house wasn’t hers, she’d become accustomed to it, casually moving through the foyer, dropping her bag in the closet and hanging up her coat. It was a sacred ritual to her, to come here and put away everything that belonged to her, everything that she carried, and pick up a lighter burden.

As the thick coat rolled off her shoulders, she sighed and let the day fall away with it. She’d spent hours talking through fundraising and campaign strategies. They were stuck on when to announce and how. Some liked the idea of her doing it on the courthouse steps, reminding everyone that she’s the District Attorney, that she’s the final arm of the law that protects them from criminals. Others wanted her to do it somewhere casual, somewhere diverse. She already had a reputation as a ballbuster, and the argument was that she should show off her love of the community and her personality. They argued back and forth, all while Lindsey tried to focus on the cases she still had. The city didn’t stop needing a DA just because she was running for mayor. It was like she had an additional job that only cost time, stress, and money.

Master, Muffin, and Mittens: Part Two [FMF] [Pet Play] [Dominance/Submission] [Discipline] [Humiliation]

“No. No. No. No. No,” Master gritted out. Each “no” was punctuated with a smack. For the life of him, he did not know where this attitude was coming from. Muffin’s laziness at the game two nights ago should have been fixed by now. He had ensured that Mittens had gotten the lion’s share of that correction after her hard work making up for Muffin’s lack of attention to his guests. Apparently, more correction was needed. He had found Muffin fingering herself behind the couch just a few minutes ago, and “paws off” was a well-known rule in this household.

Needless to say, he had seized her by her pigtails and hauled her out. Mittens had galloped into the living room with a curious expression. It quickly switched to glee and she followed Master into the kitchen. “What happened, Master?” she mewed in a delicate voice. “Was Muffin being bad again?”

“Yes, Mittens,” he said, opening the fridge with his free hand. Muffin was tugging at her hair, trying to free herself from his grip to scurry away. He held fast. “Muffin was playing herself during nap time. What were *you* doing?”

First ever blowjob of girlfriend [Blowjob] [Hotpast] [Humiliation]

For background you can check my profile.

I discovered the slutty side of my girlfriend and I was going crazy thinking about all the things she had done with her ex and all the things she had done with other guys. I started jerking off twice in a day while thinking all of this.

One day I planned to take it forward, while we were having sex then I asked her that how was past sexual experiences.
She was taken back a little but I was fingering her and she was way too horny to stop.
So she asked that what i wanted to know.
I said give me anything.

Then she started with very beginning, she said that while growing up she was very curious and horny. In highschool she had a boyfriend and boys being boys it was his opportunity to make her his cum dump.

While telling me all of it she got very horny and started jerking me. I guess no ine forget their first.

The Loving Game [M/F] [Kink-Positive] [Extra-Gentle-Femdom] [Femboy-Positive Epilogue]

**Preface:**

Hey guys, have another story for you cooked up in the corners of my ever-imagining mind. Hope you enjoy the read – would more than appreciate any constructive feedback!

Cheers,

S

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**Prologue:**

He didn’t like to cum. The pent excitement, the increased adrenaline, the emotional and physical sensitivity; they all pleased his mind far more than the crash he felt after release. Still, his physical body sometimes needed it and those moments he had entrusted to his sweet girlfriend.

She wasn’t one to be cruel – anything but. The ever sweet, always helpful and caring soul she was, she’d found it difficult do tease him at first. The idea of taking away release from him when he gave her so much made her wince. He took the time to explain it to her – to show her what it did to him. How it felt, what it meant, and why it was so much better when she, the kindest, most loving person he knew, was the one to help him hold back. He didn’t need to be forcefully denied – he wanted her to help him feel even more pleasure without the crash that often left him upset.

Her Forever Virgin Ch7 Confused Vibrations

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Margo only had to touch Yennessa’s door knob to be transported back home. Upon her return it was back to spots in her eyes from the transport light.

“Amy!” Margo called out in blind desperation. She heard what she assumed was the creaking of Amy’s door.

“Oh, hey! You’re back. So, how was it?”

“Mind helping me out first,” Margo waved a hand in front of her eyes to remind Amy of her temporary handicap.

“I can try,” out of the purview of Margo’s recovering vision Amy began making the same hand gestures Yennessa had made hours earlier only it took her several more seconds. By the time Margo’s vision recovered from Amy’s help she’d already regained half her sight.

“Much appreciated,” since childhood Margo had developed a habit of thanking Amy for any magical assist at the request of Amy’s mom, it was meant to help reassure Amy of her own staggered abilities. From Margo’s perspective it was well earned considering she couldn’t cast her own spells.

“No problem.”

[FILTHY]- The Bull & Our Family Toothbrushes

The short version- a complete description to follow

Our first experience with another man, and we agreed our one and only, (and because of that, I asked Sir to give us the humiliation I craved since this was never to be repeated). He did.

It was my wife’s first time ever with a man other than me. I love her, she did this for me. I found a bull, and made the arrangements.

He used my wife, used her like a sex doll. Although she had agreed to do this for me this one time, several times it seemed Sir had gone too far and that she was on the edge of her safety word. I got all that I had hoped for.

Before leaving- he had me collect the toothbrushes from each of our family. He then sent my wife to collect the cups from each of our 2 bathrooms. He filled each of the cups with his urine

I [F] brutally cuck my partner [M] through humiliation, and he loves it.

My partner is the personification of the misandry fetish and cuckold sub. He loves being dominated, belittled and borderline abused by me and my friends. Before you make any assumptions, he didn’t have a traumatic childhood, doesn’t have self-esteem issues. He is a pretty regular guy. Humiliation just turns him on like nobody’s business.

When I finally had ‘the conversation’ after years of cheating on him, I was more than willing to accommodate his needs, because I love inflicting pain and deriving pleasure out of it. His dick is bigger than the average, but he loves it when I deride it anyway. I tell him every day just how pathetic and pitiful he is with his dick. How he can’t possibly please a woman with it. He is taller than me. But I always wear heels when we go out and that makes me appear taller, making the height difference noticeable. This turns him on too. He says it makes his dick hard when other people can tell that he is my bitch.

In the mornings, he gets up before me and makes breakfast. I eat at the table, while he eats on the floor next to the table, just as a cuck should. He also washes me in the shower and puts my shoes on my feet.