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The Plan For Debasing My Beautiful Pet

I have a 21 year old virgin friend, I have been spending time with. I wont be seeing her for a bit, she asked what I thought might be a good plan for when we do get together. She is working on being a sub, none of this is fiction. We always exclusively play with consent and communication.

To start, I don’t think I will be able to do much beyond put my hands on your body the instant I see you. Chit chat and niceties will have to wait. You will have had your plug in, the larger one, for a while, and the extra girth over the medium size leaves you feeling more full, more aware of your filled asshole. More conscious of the transformation from regular person to shameless whore that is about to take place. This is the moment your pussy has stayed wet for weeks anticipating. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 22nd [Ffm]

I feel like I still have some throbbing and tenderness left from yesterday’s fun, though I’m pretty sure it’s mostly in my head. It certainly was electrifying, though; it’s amazing how my body reacted to the current flowing through me, and how my arousal could be so easily forced. It’s definitely something I’d like to try again and experiment with. But maybe not the big shocks; just that delicious tingling and twitching it brings on.

Miss clearly knows how much I like it, since she woke me up with that glorious gentle buzz between my legs this morning, my arousal grew faster than I could wake up, and I climaxed still in a sleepy daze. Such a wonderful way to wake up.

Our boxes contained a familiar small vial labelled “drink me” again. I’m sure you’ll understand my hesitation, but Miss smiled sweetly; “Oh, nothing like that today, don’t worry”. True enough there seemed to be no effect, it had an unusual taste that I couldn’t really place, but that was all. Read more »

My [f]irst sexual experience was also my [m]aths teacher, and helped me discover my love for humiliation and bjs.

This story took place a little under a year ago while still at school. One of my classes were math and they were held by a man in his forties (maybe late thirties?). I have always struggled with math and near the end of the year my grade was dropping seriously hard so I was called into a meeting with this teacher to talk about how we could improve my grade.
This teacher was amazing and easily one of the best I’ve had the luck to experience. He was helpful, understanding and incredibly funny which made his classes much easier to follow.
So there I found myself, talking to this dude about my grade and what not and he cracks a joke per usual. I can’t really remember what it was about, I just remember it was so hysterical I bursted out in uncontrollable laughter. It was awkward but I could not stop myself. You know how it it when you try to stop laughing and it just makes you laugh harder? Yeah.
Now I suffer from struggling to control my bladder. Whenever I experience strong emotions or physical sensations I tend to “leak” a little. And as I sat there laughing my ass of I could feel it coming, except this time it wasn’t just a little, I full on pissed my pants in front of my teacher. I so vividly remember that moment because it was so humiliating. My face felt red with laughter and my ass and thighs became warm with my own piss. You could hear my pee as it hit the floor under my chair. Naturally as I was unwillingly relieving myself I managed to finally shut the fuck up because of the extreme shame I was experiencing. And oh boy was it quiet. I didn’t say anything as I was completely frozen in shock and my teacher just sat there staring with a blank expression on his face, probably processing what the fuck just had happened. I can barely remember what I said, but it was something along the lines of rambling sorry over and over again before scrambling to get to the closest bathroom. And now ladies and gentlemen, comes the fucked up part of my story. The moment that would reveal my love for cocks and humiliation. Because as I got up from my chair, and the way we were seated, I could see him from behind his desk with a full on raging boner. At the time being I was a virgin (late bloomer club yay) and didn’t have much experience with cocks and their antics. I remember being entranced at the sight of his bulge. The way it pressed against the fabric of his slacks. It.was.so.fucking.hot. And also, what the fuck my teacher got hard from watching me piss myself. I don’t really know what got into me, maybe it was the combination of being a horny young adult and for the first time in my life experiencing another person showing something resembling attraction towards me but I went over to him where he sat behind his desk and got on my knees in front of him. I remember just looking at him not really sure of what to do but placing my hand on his thigh. When he didn’t try to stop me I went further and took out his cock. As mentioned I was a virgin at the time but I was well read in erotic fiction (oof) so I managed to awkwardly fumble myself through my first blowjob – soaked in my own piss. And I enjoyed it so much, feeling him grow and fill my mouth, tasting him, hearing his breathing and moans get heavier as I went to work and finally got him all the way in my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it too, because he was trying to control himself from bucking his hips and gagging me. He got more comfortable after a little while, and started directing my head with his hands, and explaining what felt good to him. I was so turned on by the whole thing – him being much older and my teacher, me going from being so humiliated to so turned on, the smell of piss and his cock (romantic, right?). I felt desired, and filthy. He ended up spurting his load so hard it hit the back of my throat, and I gagged so violently it got all over him. After this I just got up and went to clean up, and we didn’t talk about it for weeks. Ended up sucking his cock a few more times (should I write about that to?) I still think about him all the time. And for those wondering, yes my grade went up, albeit from efforts other than mathematical equations. Read more »

Huntress [MF]

She had known she wanted him from the very moment she had laid eyes on him, of that she was absolutely certain. Jessica eyed him up in much the same way a lioness might regard a lone wildebeest, and licked her lips. He wasn’t overly attractive at all, he was remarkably average in virtually every respect. He was in his early 40s with a gradual (albeit still noticeable) receding hair line. His slightly too tight jumper and shirt combo betrayed the dad bod that hid underneath that was just shy of a full blown beer gut. His seemingly permanent 5 O’clock shadow on his jaw was peppered with grey, and his face was lacerated with wrinkles and laugh lines. Vague curly plumes of hair poked out from under his sleeves and occasionally through his shirt when he accidentally missed a button in the morning. He was almost old enough to be her father, and was hardly a silver fox in that regard. The mug he kept at the office was a Star Wars one, he laughed too loud at his own bad jokes and at every office party he would sing Don’t Stop Believin’ at the top of his lungs and off key. Dave Ward was hardly an Adonis, and Jessica had claimed much more sought after prizes. Read more »

My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I’m ashamed to say that because it’s not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend’s boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in *that* school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman’s fantasy to be raped.

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I’d ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman *wants* to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.

Every man I have been with knows that I’m no victim. I’m in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don’t let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done *my* way, especially sex. Read more »

Coworker. Mff bdsm

Coworker

She was about to leave for a new job and before she left she called me for a quick talk. Being her supervisor I didn’t find it out of place or suspicious and we always had a good relationship at work. Nicole’s hands never stoped moving and I could tell she was nervous but she was pushing through her preplanned goodbye speech. Knowing how much I meant to her and the amount I have helped her just at work i assumed it was bugging her to say goodby.

She finally wrapped it up and I told her she would be missed here also. We talked for a little longer then she asked if she could have one more thing before she left. Quickly I just told her anything I could do for her just let me know. In a blink her lips had pressed to mine. My thoughts gone for a moment as I was pulled away slightly. She followed them back then caught her self. Read more »

Advent Kinkendar: December 17th [Ffm]

Miss was so tender as she woke me this morning, softly caressing my still sensitive skin, letting me wake slowly and guiding me to a beautiful climax. It’s honestly the best way to wake up in the morning. I was sucking her fingers as she stroked the boy to one as well, feeling more contented than ever in my life.

We both recognised our gifts today; the large water bottles we drank from before we were strapped into our sensory deprivation suits days ago. We blushed at the memory of what Miss had driven us to that day. “Drink up” Miss said with a smile; both were already full and we began gulping it down. “As well as your orgasms, today you’ll be asking permission to pee” she told us.

I’m not sure quite how I felt about the prospect; while I’ve enjoyed being controlled in the past, having my underwear selected, doing tasks; I’ve never even thought about handing over control of what is a normal bodily function. The thought kinda weirded me out a little, but I supposed that it was straightforward and uncomplicated, no reason to object really. Read more »

The thin line between love and hate [MF] [Tease] [Office romance] [Power dynamics] [Slow burn] – Part 1

“Time to put on your big girl pants and join the real world, Alex,” Braden said, smirking at me with unrestrained amusement. “I’ll be sure not to tell the partners at Haverford and McGill about all the times I wiped the floor with your ass during our classroom debates.” I narrowed my eyes as I turned to look at him, trying to ignore his barely-tamed waves of his dirty blond hair, or the way his strong jaw and smirking lips made me want to kiss his face off.

“*Alexandra*,” I said automatically, ignoring his dig. It was just another day, and another taunt from Braden Haverford III, my law school classmate and the perennial thorn in my side. I tossed my long chestnut-colored hair over my shoulder as I took in the view from the commencement stage where we were seated. Exactly how was I going to deal with this rich, arrogant dickhead when we joined the same law firm after graduation? And his father’s law firm, no less?

I usually tried to be the bigger person around Braden and ignore how he seemed to take particular delight in antagonizing me. I really did. Read more »

R4R Success Story: Feisty Londoner [M]eets Visiting Viking for Some Rough Strugglefucking

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while now, but this summer I posted on r/CNC_Connect looking for women in London willing to let me…go all out, as it were. If you don’t know what CNC is, it’s an umbrella term for the kind of sexual encounter when one party pretends to not consent – Consensual Non-Consent. Being overpowered or taken advantage of in some way is a surprisingly common fantasy! It’s definitely skirting the line, and consent is taken very seriously by anyone who does this kind of thing responsibly. Anyway, I had a slow trickle of responses to my post, and over the course of the following week somewhere between five and ten redditors messaged me. Most of them told me that they liked my post, a couple wanted to chat, one American lamented the configuration of the continents, and not one but **two** lovely ladies expressed interest in meeting up! This the story of one of those ladies, and I think it fits perfectly with your December contest, because nobody in my private life would ever suspect that there’s nothing I enjoy more than giving a girl a proper slap right across the cheek, before telling her to shut up and take it. Read more »