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It was getting dark when she got off the train and she was the only one at the station. She went through the deserted ticket barrier and out into the car park. Apart from a taxi, there was no one there. She looked at her watch. Master had said this train, had told her it would arrive here at this time, but he was not there to pick her up. She was just about to start panicking when the taxi driver got out and shouted her name. She looked up, and walked towards him, relief replacing the adrenaline surge.

They drove in silence. The driver knew where to take her, which was fortunate as she had never been to her Master’s and Mistress home before. They had always met at parties, in hotels, or for one glorious weekend, a cabin in the Lake District. She had been naked, tied, gagged and beaten. The bruises had lasted for two weeks, and everyday she had admired them, coveted them in the mirror. When they had gone she had felt she had lost something. Read more »

“Train” ([Str8] [MF] [exh] [voy] [public] – 2,741 words)

**Train**
by All These Roadworks (2019)

(Synopsis: Kitka promised Eric he would be able to fuck her before midnight – but when the train won’t get them home before the deadline, she decides to follow through anyway…)

*Author’s note: This story is based upon “The Train Show”, by Literotica author Devilsfucktoy, by their personal invitation to do so, and revisits the same premise and themes in my own style. You should go check out their work too.Check comments for links to my other work.*

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Kitka had had a teasing, flirtatious courtship of Eric for two months. They’d kissed on the first date, she’d let him grope her tits through her shirt on the second, but up until tonight she hadn’t let him undress her, let alone fuck her. Not because she didn’t want to – but because they were both enjoying the thrill of anticipation. They knew it was going to happen – and soon.

They’d talked on video chat to arrange tonight’s dinner.

“So when are we taking it to the next level?” Eric asked. Read more »

The Ugly Duckling (fiction)

I am linking here my latest story I have been able to finish. The story is a part of my so called “Clinic series”, which revolves around a mysterious medical corporation that is able to do just about anything when it comes to human body.

Like all my stories, this too has a heavy D/s theme. However, this time the story is told from the viewpoint of the dominant party, something that isn’t typical for me. One comment I have heard is that it doesn’t include the submissive’s point of view at all, but it is not supposed to. This is her story, not his. He is merely furniture in this story.

Thematically, and fetish wise the story is a mixed bunch. It’s partly a family drama, a huge part of it deals with sexual objectification, extreme cruelty, humiliation and scat play, and on the top of it, it’s also a coming out story of sorts. I’m mentioning this just in case some of these theme’s isn’t your cup of tea.

I wrote the story rather quickly, in a course of couple of weeks. What can I say, I had an inspiration. As always, bear in mind I am not a native English speaker. I apologize for any grammatical errors in advance. Read more »

PissyFace (pee, romance, love, submission)

Instantly you know what I want to do to you as I lead you by the hand to the family bathroom. I will soil you & make you dirty, before I make love to you. We’ve done this before. But what you don’t know is that this is the time I’ve been waiting for, the time where I will make you completely mine, my piss slut. I will make you dirty, and humiliate you unlike you ever thought I would. This time is for real, and all the way honey.

Did you know when I kissed you, my tongue filling your sexy little mouth, my hands in your hair? When I touched you all over, my hands having you first, touching all the places I wanted you? When I pinched your nipple, and felt it firm & stiff, I knew this was the time. And you knew, when I lead you fully clothed down the hallway, this was what I would do. But you didn’t know I had no intention of respecting your limits this time, did you? Read more »

Giving my number to the DILF at the grocery store only to get my pussy eaten by him later that night [MF][F21]

*“…twenty eight…cents…place your…Roma tomatoes in the bagging area”* the robotic self checkout chanted. My eyes were immediately affixed to the bright red spheres I’d so eagerly bite into on this hot summer day*.*

A gruff hand reached down to bag the fruit and caught my attention. A late forties-salt-and-pepper haired DILF. Well, I didn’t actually know if he had a child, but it didn’t matter. It was the aesthetic that took me in. Wearing a black flat top, a flannel, and olive Levi’s, I knew this was just the type of trouble I wanted to get myself into. His beard was clearly not an intentional one, but was rather the type that emerges from an overgrown, under kempt

five o’ clock shadow. Maybe he was busy with work and didn’t have time. Maybe he wasn’t partnered and didn’t have anyone to impress. Maybe he thought it was a good look. Regardless, it was a beard that said “I don’t give a fuck, ” and when paired with a body that screamed “suck me off and call me daddy,” it was irresistible. *Yes, daddy.* Read more »

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery. Read more »

[MF] The kinky couple that ended it tragedy.

A good friend of mine had a relationship with a guy that went sour eventually. They were a loving couple or at least it looked that way on the surface. I learned about kinky behavior from them because she loved being submissive for her boyfriend and telling me about the things they were doing. I was as vanilla as could be when I was hearing about it from her. It was very exciting. And from what she described even though he was really dominant with her in bed it was apparently consensual.

Years into the relationship out of the blue the guy lost his damn mind and for some unknown reason he decided to intentionally strangle her to death. She’s now dead and he’s serving a life sentence in prison for what he had done. He confessed that he killed her on purpose. I know I shouldn’t still think of their sex life. But I do.

Their kinkiness feels so much more extreme considering in the end he actually murdered her. It makes all the little adorable submissive things she did with him even that much more submissive in hindsight. Read more »

My Step Sister [MF] [MM] [Spanking] [Oral] [Anal]

MY STEP SISTER
This is an account of my experience with the step sister
who came into my home for a short period.

After my mom remarried I had a new step sister her name was Joni.
We were the same age, both of us were 18 at the time.

One night when our parents were out for the night I was up in my room and watching porn.
My shorts were off and I was stroking my cock to it’s full hardness.
Joni was down stairs watching TV.
Normally I am able to hear anyone walking around the house however today I was so engrossed in what I was doing I failed to hear her come up the stairs.
I had neglected to close my door fully, there was just a sliver of a gap. 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 »