Tag: Humiliation

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 3/3)

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I finally arrived home at five Sunday morning. I remained in bed the entire day. I awoke with a headache and full blown depression. I became dangerously close to gulping down an entire bottle of aspirin. Fortunately I was a coward.

Arriving at work Monday morning my worst fear was realized. Sitting in the middle of my desk was a basket filled with cleaning items. Leaning against the basket was a sign…”Tool kit for a Maid.”

So now the entire office staff knew. Surprisingly, they were only aware of my role as a maid, not the sex involved. I spent the day going out of my way to avoid everyone.

After work, I went straight to Marlene’s apartment. She hadn’t asked me to drop by…I was drawn there by an inner need I didn’t fully understand.

The apartment was immaculate. Someone had cleaned up after the party. I changed out her bedding and cleaned her bathroom. I was cooking her dinner when she arrived home.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. “I didn’t order you to be here did I?” Read more »

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 2/3)

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I didn’t talk to Marlene the remainder of the week. Just knowing she needed me for her upcoming party tempered my paranoia.

Saturday morning I showed up at her apartment early. I washed all of her dirty dishes and cleaned and straightened up the living room.

She was still asleep when I entered her bedroom. Being as quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the master bath to collect her dirty clothes. She was partially uncovered, her large natural breast fully exposed. I tried to look away…I couldn’t. They were awesome, like mine.

After collecting a handful of her panties, I tried to quietly slip back through the room. She heard me.

“Sandra, what are you doing in here?” she asked. “Oh, I see. You’re going to wash my panties. Come here a minute. I want to show you something.”

I approached her bed. She reached out, pulling a white pair of her thongs from my hand.

“See how soiled these are,” she said, holding the crotch up for me to see. “I cum in them last night…at least three or four times. They were soaked by the time I arrived home. Here, smell them…smell how nasty they are.” Read more »

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 1/3)

She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle.

Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn’t fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money…lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job.

When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect…it clearly unnerved her.

It didn’t take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn’t intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk. Read more »

[MMF] That time I [33m] became a fuck toy for a hot married couple [39f/37m]

Hi everyone! I’m a long time reader of this sub, but I’ve never posted until today. Now, like everyone else I’m stuck indoors and horny, so I figured I’d try writing out some of my favourite stories from those heady pre-lockdown days.

I’m polyamorous, queer and a kinky switch – a combination that brings delightful opportunities for various and outrageous sexual encounters. I’m a 34 year-old cis-man, 5’7, with long hair, a reasonably toned body, and a thick straight cock that never draws complaints.

I’ll start with Amy and Adam. Fuck, Amy and Adam are hot. Amy’s a little taller than me, maybe 5’9, and curvy, with big soft breasts and a full round ass you just want to bite. She’s also beautiful, with high cheekbones, a slightly angular jaw, bright blue eyes and full lips generally curled into a sarcastic smile. Her jet-black hair is straight and cut just above the shoulder. Amy is 39, a couple of years older than her husband Adam. Adam’s even taller, at least 6’3, and huge. I think he wrestled when he was younger and he still has the basic features of that physique, although time and beer has softened his midriff. Still, his arms and thighs feel like tree trunks. Adam is bald on top, but has a scruffy beard covering his kind and earnest face. He’s the sort of man who makes you feel safer just by looking at him. Read more »

Short musing

It’s not the leash. It is everything around the leash.

The rules, the disinterest, the humiliation.

I’m not to be on furniture,

I’m not to stand
Always on my knees and hands.

No speaking until I’m spoke to, but I can bark if I need somthing.

Not allowed to use the bathroom, must go outside.

I’m not allowed to eat or drink anything not from my bowls.

It calls to me, dear god to be a doggie
No a good doggie

Center Stage – [MF] Mind Control/Stage Hypnosis, FDom, MSub, Masturbation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism.

For anyone who has read any of my [other stories](https://redd.it/e8trer) this one is a bit different and completely stand alone.

**Synopsis:** Hoping to live out his deepest fantasies, a young fetishist attends his first adult hypnosis show.

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The lights around the bar dimmed; “no going back now,” Grant thought to himself. He knew there was no reason for him to be nervous; he wanted this, but yet, a pit had formed in his stomach.

A voice boomed over the audience, “ladies and gentlemen, for your pleasure, please welcome to the stage, the one, the only, Ms. Guide.” A polite applause echoed through the bar as the stage lights revealed a woman and a row of chairs.

“Hey, how is everyone doing tonight?” The crowd made some noise. “Good. Good. You guys ready to have some fun?” The crowd roared, louder than the before. “Excellent. Now, before we begin the show, can I get a show of hands, who here believes that this is fake in some way or another?” Read more »

Trip with mom gone wrong (humiliation) (incest)

My mom and i were flying to Orlando for the weekend, doing some stuff at Disney. So we walked in the airport and checked our bags and got on the security line. My mom isn’t the sexiest woman ever but she isn’t unsexy she has c cup tits and she’s got a nice ass too. Due to it being 430 in the morning nobody was in the air port so when we got to the front of the line a TSA guy escorted us to this private room.

“Since there is nobody around we’ve got to do a more examined check on the people that are here” he told us. “I’m gonna need both of you to strip down to your under wear. Being an 18 year old guy I’d never miss an opportunity to show my package off.

“Are you sure that’s even legal?” My mom protested. “ don’t get mad at me for doing my job” the security agent retorted. I was almost finished by the time my mom started.

The security guy patted me down pretty thoroughly and rummaged through my clothes while my mom was still trying to get her skirt off. Read more »

The Rape of Cordelia [rape] [non-consensual] [MMF]

The Coronavirus caused gyms across America to close, including Cordelia’s. But on this Monday, her gym would open for the first time in three months, and she was eager to return to shaping her body, to make it toned and firm again.

She pulled the glass door open and walked to the front desk to check-in. Two employees, a young Caucasian woman and a young black man, were standing behind the desk. The male employee saw Cordelia first.

“Welcome!” He sounded happy to say it, as if he had had few chances to welcome customers that day. Cordelia handed him her keytag. As she watched him scan it, she couldn’t help but notice his large biceps. She smiled and thanked him, then turned to look around the gym for the first time. She was surprised to see how few people were actually there.

In the large room which held the workout machines and free weights, she only saw a half a dozen people, four of them men and two women.

*Maybe people are still scared of getting sick from the Coronavirus*, she thought. *Or maybe they don’t know the gym is open yet.* Read more »

Meeting his Muse

Original post and future posts can be found at Www.smuttytales.blogspot.com

The birds chirped in the morning sunlight, as the young man slowly awoke from his slumber. He slowly stirred and eventually got out of bed. He stretched and looked in the mirror as a sunbeam fell over his body. Fascinated by the movement of shadows over his skin, he watched as the light danced over his thighs, torso, and backside. He leaned over to touch his toes, and chuckled as he looked in the mirror, and noticed his ass jiggle in the morning light. 

A thought popped into his mind as he revved up for the day, of the woman with whom he had such a complicated and fraught inter-linkage of paths. He thought she liked him at first, but it turned out that actually, she loved ass, and nothing but the butt. Guy or girl, she couldn’t resist a cute curvy butt, and once she found out about his submissive desires and fantasies…. Read more »

Spreading it in the Gym, Part 2 [MMF] [rape] [non-consensual]

The first installment of this story, Part 1, may be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h0qkmq/spreading_it_in_the_gym_mmf_rape_nonconsensual/).

As Mike watched Cordelia sit up from the weight bench and look in the mirror on the wall, he saw she was watching him now. Her eyes looked like saucers as she saw the bulge in his shorts. Then, she turned her head and looked directly at Jamal and, seeing the outline of his cock too, dropped her jaw in surprise. Jamal simply returned her look and smiled.

Cordelia couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t know what to do, so she simply took another gulp of water, then laid back down on the bench to start her next set of repetitions. As she pushed against the bar again, lifting it from the rack, she tried to ignore her racing heart and considered her options.

As she lifted the barbell, Mike and Jamal looked at each other, nodded, then simultaneously walked towards Cordelia. Mike reached her first, just as she was lowering the bar to her chest.

“Can I help you?” Cordelia asked, a tone of annoyance in her voice. Read more »