Tag: Humiliation

Birdie – [Ff][slow][seduction]

The first time we met, I thought you hated me. Perhaps you do.

Ryan had warned me about you as we drove from Oxford. It was shortly after exam season had finished and we had decided to take a week together in the countryside, at your “ancestral home” as he put it, to unwind. Although we’d been dating for six months, I didn’t know anything about his family, except that you were “loaded” – his term, not mine – and that his father had died when he was a toddler. This was my chance to meet you, and Ryan had made plans to leave me alone at your house for the weekend while he visited a friend. The idea of being alone with his parent was intimidating, to say the least.

“It’ll be fine,” he said, “Honestly, the place is massive, and you can go out in the gardens, or just read or whatever. Far too much space for things to be awkward.”

“What is she like?” I asked, “Your mum.”

He sucked his teeth and thought. “She can be a little cold,” he said finally. “It’s nothing personal, she just doesn’t have much time for other humans.” He thought for a moment longer, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “She likes to mind-fuck people.” Read more »

All the Power: The Rebel Queen [Str8] [MFFFFF][Mdom] [oral] [anal] [fantasy] [huml] [bdsm]

*The following story is set in the “All the Power” universe, but does not contain any of the characters from the main story aside from His Supremacy and a handful of Queen Priestesses. It’s just a scene that I wrote for fun.*

*I’ll include a link to the rest of the stories in the comments, if anyone is interested.*

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“Stay to the right of the Golden Path,” the guardian said, in a harsh tone. It was odd how, in a short time, queen Sarlotta had grown accustomed to obeying her captors.

The (probably now former) queen was ascending the massive staircase that led to the central entrance to His Sacred Palace, which eventually led to the Sacred Throne. Eventually. She wasn’t quite sure how much longer she had to go. She had already climbed hundreds of stairs, and was breathing heavy. At the top of the stairs, she stopped, and sighed. The four guardians who had escorted her here, to the Sacred Estate, stopped behind her. They were the only ones ascending the stairs.

Before them was a gigantic marble platform. The front half of the platform was filled with people, prostrating themselves towards His Sacred Palace. The back half was empty, gleaming. Sarlotta looked around. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral, roommate humiliation]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

You Know You Want to Do What I Say [m/F Domme/sub, exhibitionism, sexting, panty fetish]

**Ready to Play**

I see you sitting on the park bench, exactly as I’d told you.

Good boy.

You look good, all buttoned-down with a nice tie and shined shoes. But I know what you hide. I know what’s inside.

I smile. Let’s get started.

My friends all think it’s odd that we met on a dating site. That I would go through the hassle of long-distance dating instead of finding someone closer to my small hometown.

They don’t get it.

I remember messaging you. You’d been surprised. Even on a fetish dating site, even with Dommes, women rarely message men first. But I did. After one look at your photo, your profile, I knew you had to be mine.

For the first few exchanges, I’d kept things casual. Flirty. Asking about your job. Your family. Your interests. I’d memorized every office anecdote, every family memory, every trivia about your every passion, storing it away in my head like treasure. Read more »

An Unforgettable Family Dinner [Mf, Mdom, taboo]

I was born into an organized crime family–not the one you’re thinking of, but we handle our business in a similar way. Our territory was well-established among other well-established territories, so there was little bloodshed. There were men who needed to be corrected here and there, but the people in my area had little reason to complain about violence.

However, by the time I reached my position to lead my family the town was weary of some of the appetites of those who came before me. Greed, lust, and gluttony tended to define their reign. I certainly like the material benefits of my position, but unlike my predecessors I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.

That was until I met Lily.

She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face. Read more »

I never thought I’d get turned on watching The Office (fantasy)

I started re-watching The Office (US) a few weeks ago and it’s been an unexpected turn-on. There are two scenes in particular that sparked fantasies for me:

**1. Jan & The Warehouse Guys.** Michael and Jan, his boss, go to Jamaica together over Christmas vacation. When they get back, Michael accidentally sends a photo of him and a topless Jan to one of the guys that works in the warehouse. He forwards it to others and it spreads through the company, even to former employees, plus all the guys in the warehouse gather around the computer screen to look at it together.

Jan works at the corporate office a few hours away from Michael’s branch, so it takes her a while to get there and address the situation. I can just imagine that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach while she drives, unable to do anything until she arrives.

The part that triggered my fantasy was when Jan came down the stairs into the warehouse, interrupting a conversation among a big circle of men. She’s dressed conservatively, but she knows it doesn’t matter in their eyes now because every single one of them *just* saw her naked body. She needs to maintain her position as their boss, but her barely repressed shame undermines that. She’s the bitchy boss none of the men like, and the power dynamic has shifted now that she’s been exposed. Read more »

The Asian Outlier in My Sexual History [Mf, interracial]

I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it but for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.

Bridgette, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl giggles when they first heard my deep voice.

This took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls just out of college, but I didn’t know what they actually looked like.

As time went on, it was clear Gigi and I had more chemistry than usual. I was married and Gigi asked about that very early on, but I both enjoyed playing around with her in only that way a married man can when he knows it can absolutely go nowhere real. Read more »

My New Bratty Mistress

My owner of 2 years went to work in the States and rather than leaving me alone, She gave me to a friend. I’m 60 years old and my new Femdom Goddess is 19! It’s one thing being ruled by someone near your own age but being ruled by someone a third your age is very strange. My new Femdom Goddess is very new to the lifestyle but a quick learner. We discovered early on that she has a sadistic side and that she is also very bratty at times which makes me bite my lip often.
Trouble is, my last Owner ordered me to serve Femdom Goddess Kim, my new Owner in whatever way She wants. So I have no other option but to be Kim’s bitch until Mistress returns and takes Ownership of me again. My new femdom goddess is starting to find Her way as She learns more about being my Owner. Goddess also speaks to my last Mistress when She wants advice on different ways to make my life hard. She loves showing me off to Her Friends and they all have a lot of fun ordering me around, using me and making me perform like a pet dog. The shame and humiliation at being at the beck and call of someone so much younger than I am is incredible! I have an almost permanent erection.
My young and beautiful femdom goddess told me that She was having some Girlfriends over last weekend and She expected me to be on my best behavior or else! I left work early on Friday and went to help Her prepare for Her get together. As usual when I arrive, I am stripped and made to crawl to where Femdom Goddess is and She fits my collar and leash. I am then plugged either laying across Her lap or standing with my legs apart and Mistress looking into my face and laughing as I wince when She forces my butt plug in my anus. Mistress is not a gentle Owner and I always leave feeling used and sore after our sessions together.
Once all the preparations for the get together were done, Mistress decided to have a little play session with me. She had me fix up Her spare bedroom as a BDSM room with various hooks fitted into the ceiling and walls. Tonight She decided to bend me over the bench and face fuck me with a strapon while She flogged my arse. I was then allowed to lick Her to orgasm. After, I ran Her a bath and washed Her hair, back and feet. Once we were done, I dried Her off and then had a quick shower before She chained me to the bottom of Her bed and we both went to sleep. Read more »

Embarassed Nude Fairy – [humil][fantasy][fsub]

Lucy shifts uncomfortably. She is kneeling on her bare heels on the tatami floor. Through the open door a garden of white sand and small stones reflects the July sunshine. A soft breeze blows into the hall, causing fine strands of Lucy’s hair to waft around her face, and puckering her perfect skin with goosepimples. Her gaze is lowered to the floor, as he prefers. Lord Iwashita is manifested on a raised dais in front of her. He appears in the form of a black swirling cloud through which two red gems glitter malignantly. When he speaks his voice is a thunder that booms directly inside Lucy’s skull.

I AM PLEASED WITH YOUR SERVICE, GIRL.

Lucy fights back the urge to smile. She does *not* enjoy being a servant to him. She does not.

TONIGHT, I AM EXPECTING GUESTS. YOU WILL PROVIDE SERVICE AND ENTERTAINMENT.

“Huh?” Lucy’s head snaps up. She’s not sure she likes the sound of this. Lord Iwashita has been kind to Lucy in the weeks since her capture, but he has a sadistic streak, and a taste for carnal pleasures. Images flash inside her mind: Lucy Heartfilia craven with fear and desire; Lord Iwashita shifting his shape, flowing smoothly into the form of a dragon, a woman, a warrior, crackling and fizzing inside her, filling her completely, and coursing through her veins. The memory fills her with longing. Read more »