Mom and her boss’ son

I sometimes use my mom’s phone to enter a game with additional user(the game named “risk” up to six players, when i enter with additional user controlled by me, I won the game thanks to coordination). One day i saw a message notification and my mom took the phone immediately and it was very suspicious.) after that i checked her whatsapp and there was nothing from that contact i saw in the notification, it means she deleted the chat.

So it was very suspicious. I opened whatsapp web and scan the qr code with her app, then i logged in her account. I controlled her chats but nothing is wrong and some day when she was in the toilet, I just opened the whatsapp web again and saw that she is chatting with someone. While she is chatting she deletes messages at the same time. And i figured out that she was cheting with someone much younger than her(from the profile picture). He looks like around 18-21 years old maybe a little bit older. Later I found him, he was her boss’ son. She works for the company 11 years and I remember that I have met him when we both were child. He was 1 year older than me(19 years old). She is 43. It was very traumatic for me, I saw that he sent her pics, videos they recorded. She keeps telling him to delete them, won’t see him again etc. She is very naive woman. I was shocked when I saw the videos. I don’t know she is doing it because she likes him or is there any other reason like promotion or money because we have financial difficulties.

Twelve Maxbridge Street – Parts 5-7 – [humil] [romance]

This contains the three last chapters from a short story that I have published for FREE under the pen name M H Keplar. I’m publishing it here in hopes of getting some comments, positive or negative, both interest me. These chapters don’t work very well stand-alone. Minimally, 2 and 4 or 3 and 4 should be read first be read stand alone, but I think it’s better in context.

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AG

REST

And, indeed, rest came quickly. When the handlers arrived, Faranger was hanging by his wrists, so one held him up with an arm around his waist while the other unshackled him. The handlers didn’t put on the arm restraints or the cape, nor did they let him sit down. Instead they brought his arms across their shoulders and made their way directly to a cage in the crescent of the three stations. It was about four feet high and set on a four foot high stand. A circle of lights was switched on around them. The cage was large enough to comfortably accommodate a man lying down on the padded surface, with a small leather pillow, and there was more space between the pillow and the end of the cave. “The door will be locked until morning, so, of course, you’ll have to spend the night here,” said the darker handler. “But it also prevents the spectators from touching you with anything but their hands. The sedative we’ll give you is strong enough that you should be able to get a few hours of good sleep anyway.”

Wrestling jobber Em gets attacked during interview [wrestling, domination, humiliation]

Mike Nor, interviewer for Nitro Wrestling, stood beside Em with his microphone in hand. The two were in an open backstage area set up for interviews.

“I am here with rookie Em, who, after a few missteps here and there, has managed to secure her first victory! Em, how do you feel?”

Em smiled a bit, now back in her signature skirt and sleeveless top.

“Well Mike, I…I’ve been through a lot in my time here. And it just feels…feels good to get a win. I really needed it.”

Mike nods as Em answers.

“So what are your plans now?”

“Well, uhm I think-”

The two hear a door slam and a yell. In a flash, Kila has run at Em, knocking her to the cold ground, her skirt riding up her thick thighs.

“HOW DARE YOU EMBARRASS ME OUT THERE,” Kila roars at Em.

Em scrambles to her feet and tries to push Kila away, but she grabs the blonde woman and throws her against the hard brick wall.

“HAH,” Em’s breathe sharply leaves her body before Kila follows up by burying a running knee to her soft gut.

Em the wrestling jobber has a gauntlet match [domination, humiliation, wrestling]

Em had developed quite the loss streak. She was a laughing stock. A full page photo of her knocked out from her last match, bra slid down past her tit adorned the latest issue of the company magazine (blurred out on the page of course). It sold like hotcakes.

The company’s manager took notice of that.

That’s why, as Em sat alone in the locker room, lacing up her wrestling boots, an agent in a sharp suit came to talk to her.

“Hey Em, we’ve got some polling numbers back and the crowd loved your last match,” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Em just sighs, looking at the ground.

“Okay?” She asks, waiting for more.

The agent clears his throat.

“Well, since it polled so well, we are…changing your attire.” He said, looking at her skirt and short combo. “Take it off.”

“You’re kidding,” Em said, taken aback.

“Not at all! That red getup you had on was popular!”

“I’m not doing it!” Em said, incredulous.

Twelve Maxbridge Street – Part 4 – [humil] [pain][whipping]

This is a chapter from a short story that I have published for FREE under the pen name M H Keplar. I’m publishing it here in hopes of getting some comments, positive or negative, both interest me. Part 4 can be read stand alone, but I think it’s better in context.

Thanks,

AG

PUNISHMENT

As they walked toward the next station Faranger reflected that it might be a good thing that punishment was saved for last. He was getting mentally exhausted by the unremitting psychological torment, the humiliation. He thought he might feel somehow cleaned out if he faced pure physical pain. He found himself perhaps actually craving it. He stood up straighter and picked up his pace.

When they arrived at the last round table in the last pool of light, a refined looking man in a suit stood up. “Ah, welcome, Mr. Faranger.” Now, gentleman,” he said, addressing the handlers. Please disrobe him and I’ll explain what we’re about here. You can also unbind his arms.” They did as requested. This time, though, the blond caressed his genitals every so fleetingly when he reached the bottom and the men exchanged the faintest of smiles. They then gave his arms a swift one stroke rub down and left Faranger standing before the moderator and the table of associates behind him.

Sonia’s dreams of being a star come crashing down part 2 [ENF][humiliation][non con][blackmail][degradation][rape]

After day 5 Sonia’s nightmare was over. There would be no more sucking dick, getting cummed on, or being degraded in any way. She was ready to move on and forget this week. The morning after she got the recordings she drove back to Spokane without saying goodbye. The recordings were hers, and those guys would never see her again.

She emailed every venue in the state a copy of the recordings to try to get booked. Since she wasn’t 21 yet it was hard to get booked at the bigger venues, but she still managed to get a lot of places that wanted her. It wasn’t the most impressive tour, but she did manage to get 12 places to have her play. The first was on Friday, so Sonia decided to pick up an extra shift at the convenience store to make a bit extra to pay for gas.

Every one of her role models had a story of how they struggled during their first tour. Sonia saw this as a right of passage, and kind of looked forward to the grind of playing seedy bars.

Sonia’s dreams of being a star come crashing down part 1 [ENF][humiliation][non con][blackmail][degradation]

Sonia was making out with her boyfriend Sean at the house he rented with his bandmates. Sean was in an alt rock band called Fantastic Mister Fox that played every now and then at some of the local Spokane bars. Sonia also played music but because she was still 18 and it was much harder to book gigs when you weren’t drinking age yet.

Sean kissed Sonia’s neck and collar bone while he gently held her waist. He had been trying to get her to do something with his dick for months now and all she would do is touch it. He got her to have sex with him a few times, but it took a lot of work. This time seemed promising and he didn’t want to blow it.

He pulled Sonia’s shirt up over her head and got on top of her. Just looking at her flat little stomach and hip bones just peeking out from her belt line made Sean’s dick swell. He took his shirt off trying to keep his abs flexed the whole time in order to get her turned on. As he started kissing her hip bones, he could see her pale skin start to get tiny goosebumps.

FTM sub watches video he doesn’t remember making [M/FtM] [somnophilia] [choking] [anal] [cnc/rough/bdsm] [aftercare] [filmed] [humiliation]

I wake up to him slapping my face. It takes a few hits, hard ones, before I come around.

“Get up,” he demands.

It’s hard. My limbs don’t quite work right, and I feel sore. I don’t know where I am – the last thing I remember, we were in the kitchen. Now, I’m on a bed. And I’m naked. I automatically go to cover my body, feeling the familiar rush of shame and fear wash over me.

He’s impatient. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to where he wants. I feel something warm and wet spill from my cunt down my legs as I shift.

He sits down in front of a computer and pulls me into his lap. “It took you two hours to wake up,” he tells me. There’s an edge in his voice. It sends a shiver down my spine. That was long enough for him to recover – his cock is hard between my legs.

He opens the web browser and pulls up our website. FATHER RAPES AND BREEDS UNCONSCIOUS FTM SON, reads the caption on the video. I shudder, inching forward so my little cock touches his. Two hours was also long enough for comments to collect.

Jobber Em gets a surprise bra and panties match [wrestling] [humiliation] [wardrobe malfunction]

Em had to be sidelined after her match against Mia. As she recovered, word spread about the plump rookie, who was now 0-4. Giggles would trail throughout the locker room as others in the company would recall how she was left a drooling, vibrating mess in her last match.

She tried to pay them no mind, lacing up her boots for her next match, once again in her short skirt and sleeveless shirt.

The blonde only hoped the higher ups hadn’t given up on her yet…

Em’s fears of the higher ups weren’t unfounded. They were starting to see her as somewhat of a joke…but a popular one.

The fans seemed to enjoy seeing her dominated, so they decided to give them what they wanted.

Em was in for a world of hurt and was going to have to fight tooth and nail for her first win…

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The time finally came for Em’s next match. She made her way to the ring fully healed, her short skirt bouncing around her thighs as she walked to the ring.

Wrestling jobber destroyed by cruel opponent [humiliation] [domination]

Em walked to the ring for her third match, rubbing her jaw a bit from the previous beating she took.

She was 0-2. She knew she had to turn things around fast or she was going to be made into a laughing stock.

Already, some people hooted and hollered at the tall, pale blonde. They watched as her tiny, billowy skirt flapped around her thick thighs. The crowd could almost see a peak of her big ass as she rolled into the ring.

Her opponent, Mia, stood in the ring across from her. She was 1-4 and on the lower end of the totem poll at the company. A brown haired, unassuming kind of girl in a one piece suit, she was much skinnier than Em and almost as tall.

Em hoped to use her weight to her advantage.

The bell rang and the two women walked toward the center of the ring. Mia brushed her long hair out of her eyes as she neared Em.

“So, fatass, you ready to do this?” She looked Em up and down, taking in her sleeveless top and bare legs. She wasn’t impressed.