Tag: Humiliation

[MF][Share] Curiosity Collared the Cat[Part 1]

I found an amazing partner a while back to roleplay a little scenario I had in mind, and now wish to share our little story. Briefly, it’s about a college student getting into a DD/lg dynamic with her professor. Hope you people enjoy reading it as much as we had fun creating it. All characters involved are 18+.

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Michael Dunham had been teaching psychology at the State University since the last ten years. He was in his mid thirties, tall and with a short stubble, and used to hit the gym regularly. He was one of the few faculty members who could proudly say that he was still mistaken for a student sometimes, based on how young he looked for his age.

That day a particularly interesting topic was covered in class, that of personality types. This topic was usually interesting for everyone, but what made it special for him was his own personal connection with it. He had been in the BDSM lifestyle since as long as he could remember, and he had experienced first hand the fundamental differences between dominant and submissive personalities in the most primal domain of human needs. Read more »

Switching Things Up [MF]

I’m a 45 year old white male, married, living in NY.  All my life I’ve found myself the dominant one in sexual relationships.  I don’t mean to say that I’m necessarily dominant, but rather, most women I’ve been with were very submissive, and that’s ok.  My current wife, I love, I love her like crazy, but she, too, is submissive.  She also isn’t very adventuresome.  That’s ok though.  Sex doesn’t define my love for her.  I do, however, miss some acts and doing some things that are off limits with my wife, so I’ve taken to seeing escorts.  I really don’t need a lecture on how this is dangerous and/or cheating.  I always use protection and would never endanger my wife.  As for cheating, no, I don’t see it that way.  I’m doing stuff with the escorts that I can’t do at home, not finding comfort in another or just doing it to be with someone different.

Ok.  So, as I’ve said, I’ve always been the dominant one.  Even when I first started going to escorts, it was the same, I just took the lead because that’s what’s expected.  One time I was with an escort that I see regularly and she is VERY submissive and we had a great session.  Hair pulling, choking, slapping, rimming, foot licking, greek, etc…  It was great, she was into it and we had a blast. Read more »

I lost my virginity to a kinky older man on Tinder. And it was fucking great. [FM][MF]

Standing at five feet nine inches and 175 pounds, I was a nineteen-year-old fetishizable force to be reckoned with. I had long red hair that I kept in a French braid concealing my sensuality and confirming my naiveté. My breasts were large and dense, decorated by crater-like pasty pink nipples. My ivory skin was a translucent shell encasing a voluptuous body decorated with bright blue veins that were roadmaps to where I wanted be teased and tortured. No longer a young, twig-like teen, I was a woman by any measurable standard, and I wanted to be fucked.

But I was a virgin. I was not the typical repressed high schooler that moved on to college without letting myself get fucked, though that’s what many assumed. Rather, I never had an interest in having sex with my male peers. I often crushed on my professors, teachers, and older male role models, but never had the confidence or desire to approach them. By my Junior year of college, though, I had had enough. Read more »

shy & obedient little girl starts to act bratty – (gentle DDLG, discipline, humiliation)

(this is just a fantasy that i got off to so sorry if it’s horrible, and sorry for the third person ! I feel weird writing “y/n” or talking in first person with writing)

Ori pouted at the healthy lunch her daddy had prepared for her.

“I want ice cream,” she decided aloud without really giving it a second thought. It wasn’t typical of her to be demanding, and it took them both by surprise.

He paused from his own meal to lay his hand on top of her hair.

“Don’t you remember? You already had a sweet today and daddy wants you to be big and strong and healthy,” he reasoned innocently, ruffling her hair and then letting go in the process.

She pouted further, not giving any sort of response. Minutes of silence had passed and she still hadn’t made any indication of ever touching her plate.

“*Ori*,” He called her name deeply and warningly to garner her attention and show her his seriousness.

“I don’t want it,” she insisted quietly yet fiercely, still pouting and avoiding eye contact with him. Read more »

First Time [FM]

Anna was a virgin. However, she was not the not typical repressed high schooler that moved on to college without letting herself get fucked. That’s what many assumed, though. Rather, Anna never had the interest in having sex with her peers. She often crushed on her professors, teachers, and older male role models, but never had the confidence or desire to approach them.

By her Junior year of college, she had had enough. Standing at five feet nine inches and 175 pounds, she was a fetishizable force to be reckoned with. Her breasts were large and dense, decorated by her crater-like pasty pink nipples. She had long red hair that she kept in a French braid concealing her sensuality and confirming her naivete. Her ivory skin was a translucent shell encasing a voluptuous body decorated with bright blue veins that were roadmaps to where she wanted be teased. No longer a young, twig-like teen, Anna was a woman by any measurable standard, and she wanted to be fucked. Read more »

The Birth of a Cuckquean [MFf] [humiliation]

Since the birth of your child, your husband has seemed disinterested in you. He used to look at you with that devilishly wry smile and naughty glimmer in his eyes that made you fall in love with him. He used to grab or slap your ass whenever an opportunity presented itself, making you feel lusted for and desired. He used to take you passionately, lifting up your dress and bending you over the furniture. He used to fuck you multiple times a week, even multiple times a day some days. But ever since the baby arrived his passion seems to have faded.

You wonder to yourself what caused this change. Does he no longer find you attractive with the baby weight still lingering around your body? Has your pussy loosened after giving birth? Does he psychologically not see you in the same way anymore now that you are the mother of his child? Or perhaps it’s not directly related to the baby. Could it be fine lines and wrinkles ever deepening around your eyes and across your body? Is it the stretch marks ever expanding on your tits, thighs, and ass? You can’t figure it out and you can’t very well ask him. Read more »

The Sadistic Crush [Str8] [humiliation] [violence] [rape]

Every time you see him your heart flutters. He is so confident, so handsome, you often catch yourself staring at him from afar. Of course he has never noticed you. He hangs out with all the pretty, skinny girls. He’d never be interested in a pudgy ugly duckling like you. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get him out of your mind. You haven’t dated anyone in months, no other guy could compare to him. Your girlfriends are tired of hearing you pine for him and encourage you to just ask him out. The worst thing that could happen is that he says no and then at least you could move on. And you never know, he just might say yes.

It takes days for you to summon the courage. Your heart is racing and you’re sweating profusely as you approach him. You introduce yourself, but you’re too nervous to make small talk, so you just go for it and ask him if he wants to have dinner sometime. You mentally brace yourself for rejection, but to your complete surprise, he says yes. You are so happy, you feel like you are floating and immediately call your friends to share the good news. Read more »

[cheating fantasy] [rough sex] [oral] The men of my dreams Pt. 1.

Obligatory “I’m new to this so go easy on me”. This is my actual fantasies that will be coming to life in a series. All typed on mobile so I apologize for any typos.

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“You know, I can see you promoting rather quickly wherever you go, Zo. Faster than your husband for sure”. John’s words excited me beyond belief. He was a stalky man, about 5’9”, maybe 180 lbs, perfectly muscled and delicious. His uniform was always perfectly polished and so was his wedding ring, but he still managed to give me those “fuck me” eyes with a dash of flirtation. His black smoothed back hair and I knew pursuing him could end both our careers and marriages, but I couldn’t help it, I was soaking every time he spoke to me.

John and I had worked together for three years at the police station. In charge of press releases, he was always hidden away in his office, but he always made time to talk to me. Today I was going in to have him sign my release from employment papers. Read more »

[FM] A Day In The Life. [Humiliation] [Domination] [Servitude]

It’s 5 o’clock in the evening. I’m on the train from Birmingham New Street to my house in Lichfield, when I feel my phone buzz. I’ve been to the Birmingham City Library. The talk was on women in business. The focus being the unrepresentative ratio of women given high powered jobs in power positions.

The text reads:

“My house. 19:00.

Red Bra. Red French lace pants. Red hold ups. Black stockings. Black heels (above 4 inches). Beige Mac.

Ring the door bell then place your hands behind your back”

I feel a hate rise within me as I read the text. How fucking dare you? We’ve had some rough and fun sex but instructions? I’m not yours. I can’t be summoned.

18:45:

I’m in the back of the Taxi. I have the Beige Mac on. I have minimal Male up except for extremely vibrant red lipstick. Underneath I’m dressed exactly as instructed. The cab pulls up at your address and I hesitate. I pay the driver and walk up your drive. I ring the bell and then clasp my wrist behind my back. The door opens and I do not look up to you. Read more »

Getting Used for His Pleasure

Are you a slut?”
Zoe was sitting, naked, with her hands on her lap, palms upward as she had been trained to do, when this question was asked. She replied with a simple “Yes”.
“Yes, what?” came the almost angry retort.
She glanced at him, then. Just a quick look, when the hand slapped her face hard enough to shoot stars across her vision and instantly redden her cheek. She quickly righted herself, and almost shouted a “Yes, MISTRESS!” Read more »