Mean Babysitter (Gentle Femme Domme, Bladder Desperation, Spit/Drool, Watersports)

“I can’t believe your parents left you with me. They’re totally oblivious aren’t they?”

I smirked, looking down the table at you.
I was tasked with babysitting, while your parents attended a concert in the city over. We grew up together; I was just a year older than you and my physical maturity drew a line. I had matured faster than most, certainly sexually. We had been neighbors for our whole lives and the last summer had been tense with sexual energy left unacted on. How many time would you quit truth or dare just when things were getting interesting? I lost count of the awkward boners you had from seeing me in my bathing suit.
Your body betraying you, aroused and terrified of me.

My physique, soft curves, budding breasts, cheeks still flushed.
Yours… awkward, gangly. Athletic, tanned and lean. A head shorter than me.

“What are you going to do?” Already questioning my motives. You wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Aw. He’s scared…I felt adrenaline surge through me, nestling into my groin, I felt myself pulsate with power.

I stood and slowly walked to the cabinets, picking out the largest plastic cup I could find, filling it from the tap.

[MF] The Night I Learned to Call my Girlfriend “Goddess”

My SO and I have always been switches, but lately she has been embracing a more dominant role in the bedroom, and I am loving it. A couple of weeks ago when I arrived at her apartment, I could tell she was in a pissed off yet horny mood: a perfect combination for some femdom fun. I went out drinking with the guys the night before and she said I was not attentive enough and woke her up with my loud drunkenness when I got home. So tonight, all she wanted to do was enact some revenge and let me know that behavior was unacceptable.

She tells me to lay down on the bed while she gets ready and that I can only refer to her as “Goddess for the rest of the night. I shake in nervous anticipation as my cock begins to rise to full attention for her. I see her reach into our drawer of toys and grab handcuffs, pink latex medical gloves, lube, a vibrator, and a dildo that I realize is not going to be for herself. She hand cuffs me to the bed and asserts that she does not want me moving fucking anywhere. Then she proceeds to snap on her latex gloves. I always know I am in for it as soon as the gloves come on…

Useful Anna [femdom][pornstar][FF][coercion] [face sitting][suffocation][humiliation]

Chapter 1

Anna felt her face burning as she stumbled her way out of the Uber, hearing a snicker behind her as the driver watched her struggling. She smoothed down her grey pencil skirt and thought about giving the man a glare, but started worrying about stumbling over in an even more embarrassing fall and decided to simply focus on making it up the steep driveway. She cursed herself for not practicing walking more as she made her way slowly up to the front door ogling the stylish and modern house as she went.

Anna could feel herself shaking with excitement and anxiety as she finally made it to the front door. She couldn’t believe that she was just moments away from meeting Mika Tan in person. When she had originally pitched her idea for an article on entrepreneurial women in the porn industry and how they were addressing the new challenges in the social media-obsessed culture, she never dreamed that not only would she be given an advance to get started but that one of her favorite porn stars would have agreed to an in-person interview. Anna hadn’t even been sure her contact information was correct when she had originally made the call, and now just a week later here she was.

My ex was my plaything. [FM]

My ex, whom I wrote about in my previous post, was really into pain and humiliation. I would do degrading, hurtful things to him and he’d thank me. One of my favorites was choking him with one hand and jerking off his little prick with the other. I would have him stand against a wall and look deep into his eyes. He would meet my gaze with a meek and helpless look in his eyes. Hardly any words were spoken. My stare would convey everything to him. That he was nothing but a toy that I used for my amusement. No difference from a vibrator or a butt plug. Hell, those could probably please me better than he could.

At 5’8″ I was two inches taller than him and I always wore high heels when I did this. So I was literally looking down at him and he would look up helplessly. His eyes pleading with me to end his torment. To throw just a few scraps of affection his way. I always smirked as his eyes welled up. He was fooling himself if he ever thought he was going to get any respite from his torment.

My ex was a cuck who loved being humiliated. [FM]

My ex was the personification of the misandryfetish snd cuckold subs. He loved being dominated, belittled and borderline abused by the woman in his life. Before you make any assumptions, he didn’t have a traumatic childhood, didn’t have self esteem issues. He was a pretty regular guy. Humiliation just turned him on like nobody’s business.

I was more than willing to accommodate his needs. His dick was smaller than average and he loved when I derided it. I would tell him everyday just how pathetic and pitiful it was. How he couldn’t possibly please a woman with it. He was also shorter than me. I’m 5’8″ , he was 5’6″. I always wore heels when we went out, so the height difference was even more noticeable. This turned him on too. He said it made his little prick hard when other people could tell that he was my bitch.

In the morning, he’d get up before me and make breakfast. I ate at the table, while he ate on the floor next to the table, just as a bitch should. He also washed me in the shower and put my shoes on my feet.

Public toilet panty fun [MF]

So I’m a 21 yr old man with a massive panty fetish, I love everything about them, I love seeing girls wearing them and doing naughty stuff with them and I love including them in anything sexual that I do, I even enjoy wearing them myself (although should say, I’m not into humiliation or anything like that)!

My most recent ex (18F) was very accepting of it and was a bit of a sub so was up for me using her panties in our sexual encounters. For various reasons we only met in public places but that didn’t stop us, so one time we went to a disabled toilets to have some fun. I pushed her to the wall and made out with her while opening her shirt and playing with her tits and running my hand up and down her thigh, I then sucked on her nipples before making my way down and lifting her skirt up and kissing around her crotch. I pushed her onto the toilet seat and started to lick her already soaking wet red lace thong, I licked it till the fabric was clinging to her pretty little pussy and just looked at it and kissed it before taking them off and shoving them in her mouth to keep her quiet. I then licked her and fingered her till she came at least twice, I got up and took the panties out of her mouth and slowly stuffed them in her pussy, she then got on her knees and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down revealing my leopard print panties, she took my cock out and sucked it till I came in her mouth. I took her panties out of her pussy and we both sniffed them, they smelt amazing, I put them in a zip lock bag and we got dressed and left the toilets.

Nicole Says Yes, Part 2 [Mf] [Mdom] [religion/priest] [humiliation] (1.752 words)

**Nicole Says Yes, Part 2**
by All These Roadworks (2020)

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Nicole had said yes, she would stay with her husband, even after what had happened on her wedding night, so everything afterwards was her own fault, really.

When she thought of her wedding night, she still flushed with horror and shame, even as her pussy wettened with remembered arousal. After protecting her virginity for her entire young life, like a good Christian girl, so that her first time would be with her husband, her husband Jaime had had her gang-raped by his best friends, making a mockery of her chastity and her faith while he laughed at her violation.

Of course, the sex had been mind-blowing, and the fear and shame and humiliation had just made it hotter for her, no matter how much she had tried to resist such a slutty reaction to her own rape. And at the end, lost in a haze of lust, she had told Jaime that yes, she still belonged to him, forever and ever.

Foolishly, she had thought that her wedding night might be a single, exceptional event, and that thereafter she and Jaime might live a normal married life, perhaps featuring some lovemaking that was more violent and passionate than she had expected in her innocent youth.

Garnet and the Fox – An Outfoxed Story. Chapter 3 and Epilogue [Rape, supernatural]

It happens off-screen, but this chapter contains character death. Reader be advised.

Additional stories in this series, along with pictures, can be found at johndrakeauthor.com

Garnet thought she had finished with her life’s share of terror. Meeting Roul, finding him at her mother’s house, barely surviving both encounters, watching his transformation, it had all taxed her fear response to its limit. She trusted she would never encounter anything as blood-draining, as knee-rattling, as horrible as she had on the day he entered her life, claimed her and her mother as his own, and sealed their fate by revealing his true form: a monster as grey as winter rain, halfway between fox and man, tall enough to nearly scrape the ceiling, with nine writhing tails and enough muscle to lift a bed one-handed. He raped both of them more than a dozen times a day, and in this form, it was even worse… his cock was as thick as her forearm, and the first time she had felt his knot press inside her she had vomited from the pain. She felt sure that no man would ever want her now… she wasn’t sure a normal man’s cock would even touch the sides of her pussy anymore. She thoughts things were as terrifying as they could get… but when she heard the knock on the door, that mistaken assumption fled from her heart, taking one of her few remaining comforts with it.

Raven’s Alleyway Highjinx [Fanfiction, FF, BDSM, Pet Play, Watersports, Humiliation]

Raven drew her coat more snugly around her shoulders as she stepped out of the cab and entered the brisk, night air. As the car pulled away, the former Teen Titan made sure that she had the right directions by reading the address written on a small piece of paper she kept in her pocket. Once certain, she drew her shoulders up and made her way down the road, hoping no one would notice the collar wrapped around her neck.

Even at night, the inner city was usually warm due to the exhaust from cars, the lights, even the warmth of a million or so busy bodies trying to find their place after the sun went down. The liveliness only extended so far past the heart of Jump City, however. There were places where there weren’t many lights and that cars rarely travelled after dark. There were certainly less people, and those Raven might have met wouldn’t offer the slightest bit of warmth.

Yet, it was here that Raven found herself.

As she made her way past the rundown apartments and stores with barred windows, Raven showed only the slightest bit of apprehension. It wasn’t fear. Even as a group of drunken men called out for her to join them, she had no reason to be afraid.

[str8][Fm][Fdom] Trouble in the library

I was sitting in the far corner of the library working on my laptop making use of the free WiFi. I had just finished surreptitiously drinking a cup of coffee and eating a sandwich as I still had several hours of work. Unfortunately, the library was closing soon, so I tucked my head down and got on with my work. I sensed, rather than heard someone approach. Then I thought I heard the tapping of heels. Before I could hide the residua of my meal or my other things, the librarian was upon me.

She was tall. Fierce would be the word I would use to describe her visage. Her hair was up revealing a high forehead. Sharply contoured eyebrows above steel gray eyes; horn rim glasses perched. A button nose above luscious full lips, adorned in crimson. She wore a cream colored, silk blouse buttoned to the neck. I could just perceive a dark bra underneath, gently supporting two very firm breasts. A black cardigan framed her sideboob in the blouse. The blouse was tucked in to a pencil skirt that fell far above her knees and slit on each side even higher. The slits revealed stockings and a glimpse of alabaster thigh above them as she walked. She wore at least a three inch heel. It only took a second for the images of her in my brain to reach my penis which immediately hardened in my pants.