The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 1 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking]

*I just couldn´t resist and had to post it on this special day. Enjoy!*

**Jenine**

Quenching of my thirst brought me the satisfaction big enough to forget the bargain about my life. Now the sleep might cure me a little too. I was the last to go to bed and obviously I am not going to move an inch, just like Barbara and Ms. Kelly. Zita´s head with honey hair was retracting and ejecting for some reason and Ms. Hamilton was wiggling all the time. Yes, I was asleep just as I covered myself.

I woke up still in the total dark. All the dreams forgotten, as my usually are. I have seen Ms. Hamilton was rolling from side to side, obviously unable to finally rest. Others were deeply asleep, in fact, Barbara was snoring loudly. Even from my bed I could see through the window the distant line of other rooms in the mass of Princess Tower, illuminated on more than one place by the lights switched on. Was this time of the reveille? It looked too irregular for that. But then, would it be tolerated too much in advance?

The Girl Who Came To School Naked (Fictional)

It’s nine o’clock: A young girl with bright blonde has just started her first day at a brand new high school; her name is Eileen and she feels like she’s forgetting something. She has a new backpack, new text books for each subject. And yet she feels like something is missing, something important; but she doesn’t know what. Either way, Eileen walks into this strange new school with confidence, she felt ready to take on anything. As she walks through the halls, she noticed that the students she walks past are giving her weird looks. She couldn’t tell why, she hadn’t had done anything yet; had she?

She enters the room for her first lesson of the day. All of the smartly dressed students start staring at her, stunned, mouths open. Eileen is confused at first, that is until she looks down to see that is isn’t wearing the school uniform; in fact she isn’t wearing anything at all. She realises that she forgot to get dressed before leaving the house this morning. “Oh god no!” Eileen screams, her small hands try to cover her large double D boobs. The class erupted in laughter over the naked girl before them. Eileen crouches down to hide her hourglass figure and starts crawling up in the corner of the room out of sheer embarrassment. “This can’t be happening. How could I forget to put my clothes on?” She says to herself with tears rolling down her soft cheek. She removes her bag and uses it to cover her pussy, despite the students continuing to laugh and take pictures on their smartphones. She has never felt this exposed in her life.

[MMMF] [Kidnapping] [NC] [Humiliation][Toys] The Long Way Home

[MMMF] [Kidnapping] [huml] [NC] The Long Trip Home

“When will you be home?” you asked. “I’m stopping to pee at the rest stop then I’ll be there as quick as I can.” “Leave your panties behind. You won’t need them anymore tonight.” You warn me to be careful. I was on my way home to meet you after a week away at a seminar and wished my bladder could wait just a bit longer but I wanted to freshen up for you. It was late and I was exhausted after a long day and wanted nothing more than to shed my clothes, wash off this makeup, and crawl into bed with you for some much needed attention. I almost never wear makeup, especially not red lipstick, but I did today and felt pretty sexy in my black skirt and button up blouse, hoping you thought so too. I couldn’t wait for your reaction. I was daydreaming and didn’t notice that there were no vehicles in the lot. I had to use the flashlight on my phone to get to the building, where there was only one light working over the door.

An Narcissistic Love of Not Touching Romance

I have always been attracted to it. A man who appears gentle, kind, intelligent and wealthy. He’s seemingly only interested in me for some peculiar reason.

That all changes when I finally open to him. He invites me to his house/apartment to cook a meal together without my knowledge not knowing that would be my last meal for a few days.

We drink a glass of white wine as we talk about our daily lives and laughter naturally follows our conversation.

After the meal, we go to your room and I notice a bit of unusual behavior. You’re just staring at my eyes as if you’re gazing at a new galaxy of stars.

I shy away in nervousness because of his intensity. All of a sudden my vision starts to get blurred as I see him still looking into my eyes until all I feel is nothing.

I wake up the next morning in a room I’ve never saw before – and he walks in.

The Roles Reverse – Mistress & Sub/Femboy

Sipping on wine her gaze danced across her beautiful submissives body, his pale skin and red hair almost like a fantasy to look at along with his strangely beautiful face, he always looked beautiful whether he wore clothes like a man outside or dressed cute and elegant indoors for his proud Mistresss.

Everything about him was tasty, always enjoying him bite by bite, but today was different and lust seeped through her body and mind like a virus taking control, envisioning her beautiful sub forcing her down and taking everything she has from her.

All control was relinquished, she gave her sub the ultimate gift. Herself.

But he had to impress her, make her wince in pain and moan with pleasure, it was his duty to please her after all and for once she wanted to see what he could do to her body, after months of her grabbing his tasteful hips and ramming her cock into him, lapping up the moans that escaped his perfect lips and how he’d whimper that he was my little slut, how his hole was mine to use whenever i saw fit.

Delight – chapters 1- 4 [Cuckold, humiliation, degradation]

1.

I was married on the fifth of April 1950 and even though it was only two months after my eighteenth birthday, I already felt like my marriage would be the happiest day of the rest of my life.

My wife was the same age as myself. In fact, we got married one day after her own birthday. It was, as far as I could recall, the most beautiful she had ever been. Her blonde hair; her blue eyes; her smile, like ivory; her graceful movements and the white dress, handsewn by her grandmother. She looked absolutely heavenly. My only regret was that I, a poor, Jewish boy could not give her the wedding she so obviously deserved.

Sarah was her name – now carrying the surname of Fritz – and she was everything a man could ask for. She was kind, humble, sweet and supportive. If there was a flaw in her character, it was in her Christian upbringing which only server to amplify her greatest qualities. She had grown up poor and thus did not ask for much other than my loyalty and devotion: two things I was more than willing to give.

Blackmailed bred virgin [rape] [dubcon] [noncon] [1st time] [forced impregnation] [small boobs][petite][size difference][monster cock][humiliation][degradation][forced blowjob]

*Hey, in case it wasn’t obvious from the descriptor, the following story is a rape fantasy, so please don’t read it if you don’t like non-consent fantasies. Thanks.*

I never could have guessed that I would end up losing my virginity to my mom’s boyfriend in such a fucked-up way, but I also feel like it was totally my fault. If I hadn’t made such bad choices in the first place, it never would have happened.

I didn’t get along with Chuck from the start. I didn’t know what my mom saw in him. He was a misogynist asshole, and he treated her like shit. She and my dad had been divorced for like ten years when they started dating, midway through my senior year. I guess maybe it had been a while since she’d been with anyone, and he made her feel special. He was handsome, in a way. He had that kind of … like… I don’t know… rugged older man thing? He was in his fifties, divorced, drove a BMW, and wore expensive watches. He was a customer in the bank where she worked, so I guess she knew he had money from the start, and maybe that was why she hooked up with him? Because she thought he would take care of us? Ironic.

The Girl Who Came To School Naked [FF/FM]

It’s nine o’clock: A young girl with bright blonde has just started her first day at a brand new high school; her name is Eileen and she feels like she’s forgetting something. She has a new backpack, new text books for each subject. And yet she feels like something is missing, something important; but she doesn’t know what. Either way, Eileen walks into this strange new school with confidence, she felt ready to take on anything. As she walks through the halls, she noticed that the students she walks past are giving her weird looks. She couldn’t tell why, she hadn’t had done anything yet; had she?

She enters the room for her first lesson of the day. All of the smartly dressed students start staring at her, stunned, mouths open. Eileen is confused at first, that is until she looks down to see that is isn’t wearing the school uniform; in fact she isn’t wearing anything at all. She realises that she forgot to get dressed before leaving the house this morning. “Oh god no!” Eileen screams, her small hands try to cover her large double D boobs. The class erupted in laughter over the naked girl before them. Eileen crouches down to hide her hourglass figure and starts crawling up in the corner of the room out of sheer embarrassment. “This can’t be happening. How could I forget to put my clothes on?” She says to herself with tears rolling down her soft cheek. She removes her bag and uses it to cover her pussy, despite the students continuing to laugh and take pictures on their smartphones. She has never felt this exposed in her life.

“Back to Work” – Chapter II [MF]

Back to Work – Chapter 2

By AsianHotWifesCuck

Originally posted along with Chapter 1 at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/other-fetishes/gynocracy/

The first rays of the morning sun entered the room. I opened my eyes to see the beautifully shaped body sleeping next to me. Dark hair cascaded on the pillow next to mine. The wood blinds at the head of the bed were closed, but still, the sun seeped through the space between the slats. The stripes of sunlight on her brown body accentuated the curves of her breasts and hips by creating alternating lines of sunlight and shadow across her darkly tanned skin. I reached for her. Although last night was still a bit of a blur from the alcohol, I could tangibly feel her soft, perspiring skin beneath my fingers as she lay sleeping beside me. The sheets were discarded on the floor, a side effect of the hot, humid air around us. I thought about how much I deserved this reward for myself. I don’t have many vices, but an Asian companion providing a girlfriend experience is a rare treat that I can afford. Paying for love was far less complicated than having an actual girlfriend. I got all of the fuckings with none of the bullshit. Who cares if she didn’t really love or even like me? As long I paid for her time, she could make me believe she was mine. My life was perfect.

The Further Adventures of Frank and Karen Part 8 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

My first thought was to run and run fast.
The problem was in my place there was no place to run to.
Both the girls began the chase each angling to cut me off as I attempted to swerve and dodge.
The end results were inevitable, I got caught.
Both the girls dragged me to the bedroom.
While I didn’t put up much of a fight or fuss, I did put on a good show.
As they pushed me onto the bed I began attempting to twist away from their grasp.
This had the effect of causing them to act in unison to subdue me.
To that end both girls sat on my back as I lay face down on the mattress.
It was Barb that grabbed the straps that previously bound Karen’s legs and bound each of my legs to opposite sides of the bed via the posts on the corners.
While Karen followed suite with my wrists.