He said that she couldn’t meet his family until she agreed to be his, 100%. She was on her knees covered in cum, her ass still stinging from the paddling. She held her post, hand held behind her back, knees spread, chest pushed out, for nearly an hour as he sipped his whiskey and read a book. She was shaking, holding her pose. Holding her bladder too.
He had fucked her hard and fast for what seemed like forever, after the paddling, once her ass was a deep red that would soon blossom into darker shades. Then he’d pulled out and came on her face and tits. He hadn’t let her cum. Edging her over and over again. He needed her complete surrender and humiliation.
“You’re doing a good job, pet.” He raised his glass slightly, but didn’t look up from his reading. He had taken the time after fucking her and posing her to take a quick shower and put on a fresh suit before returining and reading his book, sipping his whiskey. He had been training her body to push past what she thought was possible. Making her hold his little pose for so long was just another test to make sure she had the makings of a good whore. After all, he had high standards for his toys.
“Now, “ he closed his book and settled his attention on her trembling form. “ I think the last thing you need to do, to surrender to me, and earn your collar is piss yourself.”
He said it so simply. This humiliating final task. A release of her control over her own body and dignity for his entertainment and approval. She wanted to cry because she knew she wanted, no craved, all of this.
His gaze held hers, demanding she not look away. His attention was solely focused on her and she felt completely exposed. He could read her every thought, and they both knew it. He recognized the exact moment when she realized she could trust him, she could completely humiliate herself because he told her to, and still be safe and adored with him.
The side of his mouth quirked in a smirk as she finally released her bladder. Warm piss ran down her thighs and pooled on the floor around her knees. Tears filled her eyes and he was glad he was filming this from multiple angles. She was a gorgeous mess.
He drained his glass and set it down on a nearby table. Slowly he got up and took the collar from his pocket. “I’m proud of you, pet.” He squatted down in front of her so they were eye to eye. His expensive clean suit was a stark contrast to her wet sticky naked body.
“You’ve shown me that you can endure my love in all its twisted, and messy forms.” He smirked and wiped one of her tears away before it ran into a streaks of cum on her face.
“You make a beautiful fucktoy, Alice” He locked her collar into the place around her throat. It was pink with a ring at the center and rhinestones that spelled out “Fucktoy” on the side.
“Thank you Daddy.” She said with reverence and love, still trembling, still holding her pose.
Soon after he carried her to a warm bath and left her in the dim but warmly lit bathroom, smoking a little weed and hydrating, while he cleaned up the mess they made together. Once he was done he joined her in the large tub and massaged her stiff muscles, eventually bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm.
She slept heavily, until her alarm went off at 6am, and she started her first full day being Daddy’s Fucktoy
Tag: Humiliation
Fuck yourself, Bunny [F self pleasure with fantasy M voyeur] (cw :verbal degradation, humiliation)
I learned to masturbate on my stomach, my hands between my legs and humping my palms until I felt the little death. When I started having sex, I realized how little the death was. How insignificant my little piece of joy could be when someone could make my entire body feel tight, hot, electric-why bother with a two when you could have a fourteen?
I tried to stick my fingers in my greedy little cunt, the handle of a hairbrush, got a toy and tried again. The little death wouldn’t grow. All these women talking about how they’ve never gotten there with anyone but themselves, when I have had to outsource my pleasure? How 50s housewife of me.
Tonight I lay face up with the lights dim, the music on, the candles lit. I wore my favorite piece of lingerie, green and lace that cups my tits and ass so perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror earlier, touched my body like I would want a lover to, closed my eyes and let the fingertips feel like someone else’s. When my pussy started to ache, I took myself to the bed, where my magic wand, 8 inch dildo and lube were waiting patiently. They don’t judge.
He’s trained me to be his cockwhore [MF] breathplay
We’ve been together since freshman year of high school. We’re now living in our apartment together. He’s had years to train me for him, making me his perfect whore. I feel like my body shaped to him, for him.
I wanted describe how I serve him, worship him.
First, it depends on whether he initiates or not. If he wants it, he just takes his pants on and I’m there on my knees. If it’s me, I kiss his neck or face and try to get him to shove my head down. Maybe I like being dominated a little bit.
He has me kiss his cock first, worship him up and down. Maybe he just likes seeing me below him, nothing but love and adoration in my hazel eyes looking up at him.
Then I’m allowed to lick him, and maybe I’m a little eager. He makes me go through this process because if he didn’t, I would have him deep in my throat in a second. He wants to watch me suffer while I worship him.
[Rape TW] How I want to be taken
I take the lightrail at least twice a day for work and oftentimes it’s pretty crowded. I imagine someone sitting next to me – no big deal, the rest of the seats are full and I don’t mind. Maybe he starts getting a bit close but I assume it’s not on purpose, maybe he’s just trying to get comfortable.
Then he moves his hand to my thigh and I know exactly where this interaction is going.
I immediately give him a look and move to get out of his grasp but he squeezes tight, and it’s right at a sweet spot for me. The sound my throat makes is unintentional but he takes it as a sign to keep going and his hand travels further up my skirt. He reaches my panties and feels how wet I am through them without even trying. I’m looking around to see if anyone has noticed and it seems like only one person has – some guy watching on and pretty noticeably palming at himself. I assume he’ll be no help to me. I’m squirming and trying to get closer to the window and further away from my offender but he pushes even closer to me than before and I’m squished against the side of the train with his fingers still rubbing circles on my cunt. He leans over and whispers to keep quiet or else. I nod and try to suppress a moan.
Irina
Loud music blasts throughout the club and lights flash in the otherwise dimly lit building. Irina dances amongst the crowd of people, she had gone out alone, she just needed to get some fun in her life and relax after a long week. However, her time was disrupted of it by the near countless amounts of men that had approached her all of whom she shot down. She had the attention of many of the men, she stood at 5’9 quite a bit taller than that in her heels so she stood out amongst the other women. She has shoulder-length jet-black hair, dazzling blue eyes that glisten with the lights of the club, an amazing physique well defined muscles, a tight body, and a large eye-catching ass, all perfectly shown off in her short black tight dress. As she tires of shooting men down and she walks over to the bar and orders herself a drink.
In the Closet, Chapter 11 [mm] [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Brother] [Gay] [Sissification] [Humiliation]
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***KEITH***
Fucking hell, why’d it have to be now?
If my ex Marie had come into town two weeks ago she still would’ve been unwelcome, but it would’ve been manageable. Now, though… The way Zach had looked at me was still burned into my mind, and I felt like throwing up. Instead, I swallowed the bile and got out of my rideshare, looking at the front of Josie’s Bar.
“My man!” Cliff greeted with spread arms, but lost some of his enthusiasm as I spaced out while staring at the facade. “Yo K, you good, bro?”
I snapped out of it with a sniff and smirked as I walked up to him. “You know it,” I replied, and we did our usual bro hug.
“You just seem off your game, na’ mean?”
“Just a little bit,” I chuckled, before tilting my chin toward the inside of the bar. “They already here?”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on, head on in.” He waved me in, and I could already see the guys at our usual spot in the back, along with a stunning woman in a red tube dress that hugged her curves so tightly they threatened to spill out.
Faye’s Fecundity for Fetish [F/F] [30’s] [F/M] [Dom/Sub] [Spanking] [Oral] [CNC] [No humiliation/degradation]
An alternative title might be “Faye’s Husband Arranges Her Gay Awakening”
Faye couldn’t think. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as wrung her hands nervously. She paced back and forth in the house, unable to concentrate on her housework, returning time and time again to the window in the front room.
“Don’t be nervous,” he had told her leading up to this. “But I am nervous!” Faye thought to herself. Faye glanced at her watch. 9:07 AM. “She’ll be there in ten minutes. Remember, be a good girl.” That’s what the text her husband of over a decade had just sent her. She glanced at her smart watch again, quickly swiping through it to the electrifying text. Sent at 9:01 AM. The mother of four made a beeline for the nearby hall bathroom. She looked in the mirror, gripping the marble-topped vanity. She forced herself to breathe in deeply through her nose, counting to five. She knew she was supposed to count to ten, but she just couldn’t as she breathes out through her mouth, counting to five.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 2 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Plot heavy]
**Jenine**
What did I imagine would happen?
I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.
l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.
Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.
All it took was to shake it.
Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.
“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.”
looking for a story! (gay, humiliation)
Unfortunately don’t remember lots from this story but i will try to give as much info as possible.
I think i found it on literotica!
The story was several parts. it’s about a guy and i think his roomate or friend. The friend finds out he likes to dress up as a girl and takes this information to blackmail him.
During the story he is coerced to suck his friends cock at a party in an adjacent room. In a later part of the story he is getting picked up to be humiliated by his friend. A girl is also in the car, the guy is afraid about his friend telling this girl about him sucking his cock. When they arrive at some place the guy is forced to suck his friends cock infront of the girl. The girl tells him something like “i heard you might like to wear these while sucking” and gives him her panties(could have been yellow?) to put on. He pleads to his friend but his friend forces him to put the panties on and suck his cock!
Please help me find this!
A Slippery Slope, Part 8 [romantic] [bdsm] [femdom] [humiliation] [chastity] [sm] [real] [D/s] [F40/m43]
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She pulled him by the collar, leading him over to the bed where she took a seat on the edge. She slid down her leggings and panties together, pushing her hips forward to put her perfect pussy fully on display. He could not believe how wet she was – her juices must have been flowing even before he came back up to the room. With one finger, she called him near, and as soon as he was close enough, she reached out with both her hands and pulled him in tight – she held his face so tightly against her dripping pussy that he was unable to breathe. The simple combination of her act and his mouth in her clit already has her at the edge, and while the long day had her tired and she wanted to let go, she wanted him inside her even more. As his tongue explored every inch of her pussy, she pushed him away just as quickly as she pulled him in – leaving him kneeling on the floor while she took off her shirt and black bra, and laid her naked body on the bed.