Reclamation: Part 1 [a dark story about abduction, CNC, bdsm, and slave training of a former FWB]

**Epilogue**

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I had met this amazing woman in college. She was sexy. She was insatiable. She was a gateway to kink. No matter how hard I tried I could not find boundaries with her; “no” just wasn’t in her vocabulary. There were things I didn’t even want but ended up doing for just to see if she would call my bluff. She never did. 

To me she was a drug. The way she smelled, the way she felt, how she tasted, the things she could do, the noises she made, the orgasm she could give me; being with her was a high unlike anything else. And it went both ways – Enough time apart and we’d just start to crave sex with each other. A strong relationship takes more than just sex, and unfortunately it was clear the other facets of a relationship would never work for us. Still it took nothing to end up in bed with each other, or a backseat, or a church, or a mall changing room… We had an off and on again relationship for years that I’d characterize as the best sex that’s been had on earth.  

The Story of Cunt II: Day Seven [last day] [BDSM] [public] [forced] [humiliation] [MF/FF]

Cunt knew that today would be different. How did she know that? Well, for one thing, she was definitely about to be arrested. On what charges? Well, the cops weren’t being forthcoming, as usual, but among their rambling, she heard indecent exposure and vagrancy. She tried to explain that she wasn’t a vagrant and that she was only exposing herself if you stick your face down her dress. The cop who was the visual personification of roid rage clearly didn’t appreciate this, because he quickly pushed his way up to the front and quickly flipped her over and cuffed her hands behind her back. Fuck! Cunt didn’t drive in her usual life, so she didn’t know how to flirt her way out of a ticket, let alone an arrest, so she just had to accept that she was being arrested when she found herself in the backseat of a cop car.

The roid rage cop and his buddy got into the car and began driving. What Cunt didn’t seem to realize was that they were simply driving in circles. If she had known that, she would have thought of a backup plan, but right now, assuming she was about to end up in a prison cell, Cunt went with her only option.

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Paper Pt. 2 [Humiliation][Public][Blackmail]

Rhea received a text from an unknown number on a Thursday afternoon:
*Hey, can we meet you at the Katz Library in around half an hour? Wear something flowy, the yellow dress from last time was nice. And if you get cold feet, just remember what encompasses your catalog…*

*btw this is Alexandra*

Alex attached a scanned Polaroid depicting Rhea in all fours being double-teamed by Alex and her co-editor Charles. Rhea got the message.

Inside a large brown brick cube, Rhea made her way up the robust stairs to the nearly empty 7th floor, largely filled with History textbooks. She meekly peaked around each row of books searching for her managing editors.

Rhea eventually found the pair down a dimly lit row. Charles leaned against a bookshelf in a sleeveless shirt, while Alex sat imposingly at a short desk. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, ma’am-miss, er…” Rhea awkwardly bowed her head and walked forward. She heard strange sucking noises but didn’t press the issue.

Alex shifted in her chair. “We’ve called you here to sort out a small issue. Remember how we said you were a shoo-in for the position? Well, that was before we interviewed Marcy.”

The [f]irst time my bf was truly outdone by a bull [cuckolding]

So this happened a few weeks ago, hopefully you enjoy it and hopefully it’s not too long!

First, some background. My boyfriend Justin and I have been together for three years and we opened our relationship to sharing/hotwifing roughly six months after we started dating. For the most part, there was no cuckolding involved. He liked watching and joining in, sometimes he listened from another room and even let me play on my own when he wasn’t available. My bf wasn’t into the whole humiliation aspect of cuckolding, he’s above average and it was seeing me getting pleasured that really turned him on (if that makes sense!).

A few weeks ago, I was browsing tinder, a place where we’ve found a few of our partners, because things with our regulars had gotten a bit stale as summer was in full swing and other people were busy with work. I came across a guy that was really my type. His name, for the purpose of this story, is Mark. I like athletic guys, he was muscular and tall, had a similar build to Justin. It didn’t take long for conversation to start and he was curious about our relationship. He mentioned some experience with couples in the past which was a huge bonus. A few days later, things were going well, we agreed to meet for drinks and see what happens.

The Story of Cunt II: Day Six [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [forced] [MF/FF]

**Author’s note: my sincerest apologies, my lovelies. I somehow forgot about my new life as a pornographer and didn’t get day six out yesterday, as I had planned. Hopefully we can get through this without the need for a beating or spanking, but if it has to be, it has to be! Here’s day six!**

Cunt awoke to two things: a terrible smell and a hand on her crotch. She could have let the second go, assumed it was a psychosexual dream that was taking on physical properties, but that smell was like nothing she had ever dreamed before. She opened her eyes to see from where the smell was emanating. To her absolute annoyance, it was a recognizable face: it was that old pervert who had previously tried to grope her. She stood up, ready to yell at him to fuck off, but she felt so down and so desperate to get off that she just went with it.

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Newspaper [FMF][Humiliation]

Rhea sat nervously patient as the two managing editors of State University’s newspaper reskimmed her resume. The brown freshman adjusted her hijab, calmly confident that her High School extracurriculars would be enough to land her an editor position at the prestigious paper, the first jumping point for her journalistic career.

Rhea’s crossed arms pushed out her medium-sized chest bound by a yellow floral dress. Her shapely bottom squashed against the chair seat, and her constant jittery crossing and uncrossing of her legs caused a distracting squeaking.

“Impressive. I can’t find anything on here that wouldn’t fast-track you into our opening arts desk position.” Alexandra passed Rhea’s resume back. The Korean junior had a pale diamond face, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail behind her glasses. She wore a professional woman’s suit and was thinner than Rhea. “We’ll move onto the next stage of the interview if that’s all right.”

“Of course,” answered Rhea. She sized up Alexandra’s co-editor, the silent but kind-faced Charles. The blind senior took a much more relaxed stance to the office’s attire, repping jeans and a ratty band tee.

“We’re a big, happy family here at the paper,” Alexandra continued. “Are you enjoying your time on campus so far?”

Wi[f]e reinforcing her status

My (35M) wife (39F) and I have a fairly vanilla marriage, with a little bit of FLM thrown in. The other night, I got angry with her while out with friends, and embarrassed her. Later that evening, she (rightfully) berated me about my treatment of her.

I left before her (we drove separately), and once I was home, she texted me, telling me how disappointed she was. She told me I should take an Adderall (I am prescribed them). She knows this has the side effect of preventing erections, while making me incredibly horny.

Once she got home, she made me strip naked, and straddled me in her short sexy dress. She proceeded to tell me how much I embarrassed and disappointed her, all while grinding on me.

She was incredibly horny, and knew I could not “get it up.” She used this to humiliate and degrade me. It is important to know that humiliation and degradation are my 2 biggest fetishes, and she knows this.

Over the next 30 minutes she chided me on how useless I was, and how my “pathetic little dick” can’t even get hard to give her what she wants. I was in heaven. She preceded to get me off by squeezing and slapping my “pathetic balls,” while making me jump her leg.

The Meat Cellar [role play] [food play] [BDSM]

First, you’re going to get down on your knees. Then you are going to taste me. Take your clothes off. Lay down. Shut up. Pleasing me is your only purpose. You are a slave for me. You will be filled and then you will hold the load until I release you. You will beg for me. Beg for the release. You are craving my fluids and now you must plead to be fed by these liquids. Anguish, you little worm. You have not received permission to speak, meat slave.

SILENCE!

I will be doing things to you. We will prepare your body. There will be no “safe word”. You may plead for freedom. You will not receive this freedom. I will do things to you that will leave permanent marks. Consider these a message at which you can look to for years and remember your lack of worth.

You are worthless. Less that roach underneath a boot in the mud. Now, on your knees!

Crawl! Crawl to your cage

Father will get you when it is your time for draining.

I turned a Redditor into a hotwife [MFM]. And you can AMA.

This was a year and a half ago, and we have since become very good friends (to be honest, she’s my best friend). We’ve gotten each other through some low points with constant encouragement and sex that keeps getting better. And it all started with a very memorable Valentines weekend.

In January of 2019, Aly and Sam posted an ad in my neighborhood looking for a F/MF/M. Taking a look at their post history (nearly 40K in karma over six months), I nearly forgot to send them a message. I could have scrolled through their photos for hours and been happy. She was gorgeous and had perfect curves. Pretty tan (found out later how much they travel), a cute face (from what you could make out; a cute chin at any rate) and absolutely remarkable breasts. One of the things Aly asked me later was “Are you a tits man or an ass man?” Historically I’ve been a tits man, though I don’t have a preference to shape or size. Hers though…my God, they might take the cake. Large, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were pierced (one is now; that’s a rough story). In one of the videos they’d posted, her husband massaged her breasts and roughly tweaked her nipples…that was one vid I watched over and over.

The Story of Cunt II: Day Five [BDSM] [public] [humiliation]

For the first time in quite a while, Cunt woke up refreshed and satisfied: usually, it’s one or the other, if either. She felt incredibly sexy in this moment, believing that she could absolutely go from rags to riches. Someone as hot as her could just find someone to take care of her and fuck her every night. She stood up and began walking, ready to see what the world had in store for her today.

She walked past an old man taking a morning walk. She made eye contact, which he didn’t return. Okay, he’s probably too old anyways. She had to aim for a younger market. Walking past a group of cute twenty-something women, Cunt made a big show of saying hi to them, but the women simply responded and went back to their conversation, a few of them obviously laughing at her. They were too young for her anyway; she had experienced so much more of life than they had. She would never admit it, but she was feeling dejected by this. She remembered a time when anyone who saw her wanted to fuck her. Well, it was yesterday, but still.