Two Minutes, Part 2 [BDSM] [Mdom] [fsub] [humiliation] [abuse] [punishment] [crop] [being a hole] [pain] [2 of 3]

Tap, tap, tapping with the crop. I try to think. The crop distracts me, kissing my skin, asserting its access, pinning me down. And you are there, driving everything. This will go exactly as you want it to go. You, your choice, your hands. Bare for you in every way, I savor this anticipation more than I should, its intoxicating mix of fear and desire. The familiar thought flashes through my mind before I can block it: *Addict.*

You haven’t asked a question, so I keep quiet. Focusing on my position, I square my shoulders to support me, my hands flat on the seat of the chair. I press my ass out for you, and check that my feet, in these heels you like, are slightly more than shoulder-width apart to expose the holes, to open the cunt. I keep my back straight and strong, except a small sway at my waist. Offering myself to you, as always, and trying to be pleasing to your eyes, and your cock — worthy property.

I had felt cold at first, my skin and lips open to the air, but I never remain so. You want to see me pink and red. Nice and warm for you.

Opportunity for Writers ($300/month to start)

**You**

You are a talented erotica writer who specializes in realism and has the bandwidth and discipline to handle large scope (10-20k words) projects which necessitate regular updates. Ideally you’d also enjoy fetishes such as blackmail, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, depravity, etc, portrayed in a plausible/realistic manner (e.g. [https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched](https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched)), or at least know how to portray those fetishes in a natural (not caricature / comic-book-style) light.

**My Background**

I’m an erotica writer who has had commercial success collaborating with 3dcg artists ([https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich](https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich)), and personally written popular erotica within the fetish/niche described above ([https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/](https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/)). This niche is a nascent market within the adult community and early signs with current projects show that there is much success to be had all around (especially when translated into adult games / visual novels). For quite selfish reasons, I wish there were more of the kind of content linked above, and thus am opening this proposal to find new creators to widen the breath and depth of the genre.

**Proposal**

My girlfriends slutty past with her ex-boyfriend [MF]

Hi, this is my story of when I realized my girlfriend was a slut, just not for me. For some background I’m 26 in good athletic shape. My girlfriend, Amanda, is 25. She was a college athlete back at university and still has the same fantastic body. One great thing about playing soccer every day is the amazing ass!

So for the story. We had been dating for roughly 4 years at this point. We met in college and instantly hit it off. The first few years of the relationship were fantastic. We were having sex nearly every day and there were no complaints from either side. Amanda was very dominant, she knew what she wanted and I knew how to give it to her. We had explored many different fetishes and had talked about anything that we could possibly do. We knew precisely what was on and off limits for both of us. 15 year old me would have been high fiving myself for landing such a perfect girl. As the years went on sex became less frequent as it does in most relationships. Every day turned into every other day, and then once a week. Our sex life was in a rut.

Two Minutes, Part 1 [F4M] [BDSM] [fsub] [Mdom] [punishment] [humiliation] [assplay] [crop] [pain] [first post!]

You were already displeased, I now realize. From the text.

You: cunt

Me: Yes, Sir.

You: That was 2 minutes late.

Me: I’m sorry.

You: Is three minutes not long enough to reply to your Sir? Do you have important slut things to do?

Me: It’s long enough, Sir. I don’t know why I didn’t respond sooner.

You: You don’t know why. I want you dressed when I get home. We’re going out.

Me: Yes. Thank you, Sir.

RAOMD turned RAOBS (Balls sucking) [MF] – Session 2

[First Session](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bmcq8o/mf_new_name_same_raomd_shenanigans/)

Riley wanted an introduction to humiliation/feeling of being used. I never like to go full force with an inquisitive partner so I reeled it back and kept it semi-vanilla.

I sat on the couch, across from the TV and I made her sit on my right side. She waited patiently while I found something to watch on Netflix. I put on Girls Wanted.

As the doc started, I grabbed her by the hair, lifted by right leg and forced her face underneath my thighs. I adjusted and got comfortable… she was now under my balls with her face across my thighs.

I told her that she was going to wash every inch of me and by the end I better have my balls drenched. She started slowly and I i kept a finger in her pussy to make sure she was being properly motivated.

As I’m watching the doc and she’s going to work, I start to tell her how worthless she is in the bedroom and how those butterface, wannabe girls are 10 times better. How she couldn’t even it make it through the front doors… the usual stuff.

Late-night coffee break [FM][Noncon][Watersports][Violence][Humiliation][First person]

When I left the club, I had barely drunk my first glass of vodka. Being the only single in the group sucks, and even more so when I have to fend off douchebags trying to grope me while my two friends are busy making out with their guys.

My own dress is also betraying me; while perfectly suited to the stuffy air and the dancing, in all its glistening golden glory, it now seems way too inadequate against the spring night breeze. As I’m walking the street, my heels loudly warn everyone in a two-block radius of my coming. I guess I must be walking as angrily as I am looking right now.

Suddenly, the click-clack stops, as I see in the corner of my eye a neon sign signaling “OPEN”. It’s not a bar, or a club, just a regular diner-late night coffee heaven kind of place. What I wouldn’t give right now for a cup of coffee. Sure, the place looks empty – I’m not sure I can see an employee inside actually – but hell, I can even brew it myself. And it will give me some respite from my broody, cold walk home.

[MF][Share] Curiosity Collared the Cat[Part 3]

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Michael was caught off guard when Elizabeth mouthed Daddy to him. He had thought that she had understood his position the previous day and was going to act as if nothing had happened between them. But instead, Elizabeth showed no signs of backing down.

He was, in a way, simultaneously aroused and conflicted. He liked his girls to have a bit of fight in them, but he was also bounded by the laws of the college.

He did his best to keep a straight face for the rest of the lecture, not allowing his conflicting emotions surface up to his exterior.
When the class was over, he did not stop to take any questions from the students, knowing that it would only cause him to face Elizabeth. He quickly walked away and went to his office.

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Elizabeth, knowing that Dr. Dunham was just playing hard to get, called his office from a payphone near the campus carpark. All the lecturers office numbers where public and she knew she would get through. As the phone rang she twirled the thread in her slender fingers and waited giddily for him to pick up. Soon enough the ringing ended and a voice appeared, “hello?”

Hi, I’m Kimberly, and I want to play a game [Fdom] [f] [m] [huml]

Right, so, when I was in high school, I was quite a perv. Let’s just say I developed early, and easily had the biggest boobs in my class by far. I know lots of girls are self conscious about their breasts but I freaking loved it. All the guys were secretly in love with me and I know it was only because of my chest – but I didn’t care. I loved the power that I had over them.

I deliberately wore bras with little support to make them bounce, hypnotizing all the guys in the corridors. I went without a bra sometimes, letting my nipples poke through my thick yellow sweater. Wherever I went, I would count the boners like trophies, and I’d pretend to not notice. I’d lean over just at the right time, or I’d jump up and down from “joy” in front of the nerdy boys, “oblivious” to my eagerly bouncing titties. I loved seeing them scramble to hide their bulges in the most awkward situations. It really made me feel like I had control over them. I think it was specifically the absolute helplessness that I loved about it, the way I have more control over a cock than its owner. There you go, that explains everything about boys!

Heather the Churchy Cunt [BDSM][MFf][Mdom][Humiliation][Submission][Love Story]

Heather the Churchy Cunt

^((Tom – English))

^((Heather – very English))

^((Tess – an American, abroad))

Tess and I had been seeing each other for a while. Things had been crazy from the start. We weren’t just lovesick idiots, we really were idiots. We were, and still are, throwing petrol on each other’s fire. After several months of playing wonderful, filthy, kinky games together Tess told me she wanted to take things deeper.

“Tarm?” She began and that was it, I was lost. She could be asking if I’d collect some shopping on the way home. Telling me she was making a cup of tea. Or explaining why she’d decapitated the 45th president of the United States. As soon as I hear “Tarm?” I fall into a reverie all my own. Tess told me she wanted to go deeper into submission. To submit further to my will. To experience a greater loss of control and increased humiliation. I think her exact words were “Tarm?”

“Yes, Tess.”

“You know I’ve always loved that fucked up shit. I want more. Please!” When it’s put so eloquently, what’s a chap to do?

Casting About: Part 3 [MF][Oral][ENF][Reluc][Exh][Voy][Mast]

**Casting About: Part 3**

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**Darling gets the show on the road**

I know what you’re thinking—Sheryl ran me around like a greyhound after a robot rabbit. Not true. It was a mutual—symbiotic, even—*partnership*. Yes, I had to go through her little hazing, but that was nothing, really. Had I not jerked off in front of the camera, I probably would have done it five minutes later in my office. Her scene was hot! Really. There’s something about seeing a real actor go at it, like, knowing they’re *really* committing to a scene, and she did that while engaging in a sex act. It makes you realize how terrible most actual porn truly is.

Sheryl chose my next five candidates, all very pretty, if not beautiful—she had an eye for ‘real’ looking girls—and she went a few extra steps, writing up a new questionnaire for me to interview the actresses, get some insight into their personalities. Sheryl said they are far more thorough on the reality shows, many of which even have psychologists to fuck with their contestants’ heads, but we were a small business…so…