Tag: Humiliation

The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]

You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.

The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.

You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.

The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.

After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.

 

Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment. Read more »

The Adventures of Rina – Chapter 2 [Star Wars] [oral] [MF] [voy] [interspecies] [anal] [mf]

Any feedback, positive, negative, is appreciated. Either here or to james moriarty 555 (no spaces) at yahoo mail.

### General Disclaimer ###

I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is. Read more »

Cynthia serves my date and I – [MFf] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Female Cuckolding]

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. Preparing herself for this humiliation. This punishment.

Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Don’t judge, I didn’t make much at the time and she was a student. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock.

I don’t remember what she had done. It’s not important. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments. It wasn’t a painful punishment. Mental and teasing. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS. Read more »

[MM] [MF] Sharing my best friend with my mum [first time bi] [cuckold/humiliation themes] [basically super fucked up]

This happened when I was 17, and unlocked me sexually as a person – I discovered how much betrayal turned me on and that I was partially bisexual/very submissive.

I was on holiday/vacation – just a week in a Spain, my grandparents had bought a Villa as a project to improve and sell on (something they did a lot) and we’d usually get a free holiday out of it. I’d gone with my best friend “D” and both our mums, we were close as families and had been friends for over 12 years at this point.

A quick overview of everyone involved –

Me and mum look pretty similar, both short and blonde, I’m naturally pretty skinny but toned and athletic, mum on the other hand is just plain skinny, no curves and a little underweight. She was 41 (I think?) at the time. We’re both cute, not ugly by any stretch.

D was tall, I think 6’3 and whilst he wasn’t toned like me he was built like a man at 18 – a slab of a chest forming already and quite a hairy guy. Him and his mum are both dark haired. They’re both pretty average looking, but Ds mum is quite overweight. Read more »

Avery’s night [group) (humiliation] [anal] [femdom] [submission] [creampie]

“ok avery you’ve got this” she said to herself looking into the mirror. Avery was preparing for her blind date in 30 minutes. Her sex life had been stagnant since her long term boyfriend had left her a year ago and she hadn’t been with a man since, she hadn’t really been with him much either in all the years they had dated they had only had sex three times. Finally her friend from work had goaded her into a blind date with someone she knew.
She was nervous as could be she had gone all out to prepare for this date. She had gone to the salon, went shopping for a dress, put on her nicest jewelry, everything to make a good impression. She was in a dark red silk dress that clung tight to her ample breast with a deep v going down in between her breasts fitting tight to her flat abs and flaring out with her ample ass, toned from years of squats, the fabric flowed down her beautiful long legs paired with red high heels. She was wearing a pearl necklace that ppaired nicely with her tan skin and blonde hair that reached down to her lower back. She picked up her phone and sent a text to her date, the only thing she knew about him was that his name was ayden “look or me I’ll be the tall girl in the red dress”
She left her rundown apartment and got into her 1995 towncar and headed to the restaurant they had agreed to go to, giamatti’s Italian kitchen, fine dining for a fine lady. She arrived early by about five minutes. Nervous and excited she wondered what type of man her date was, was he a tall suave businessman or maybe an artist! She had always had a soft spot for painters. In truth she was already a little wet at the prospect of seeing a man, she had always felt weird playing with herself and couldn’t do it and her drought was really weighing down on her mentally it was always so hard being 6’2 finding the right guy was a chore. The clock reached 7 and her date hadn’t arrived yet. She looked around the room and only saw an older couple in the corner. The door opened and she excitedly looked with her crystal smile that makes any man in the vicinity have a heart flutter, and then her face dropped. It couldn’t be him. It was a 5’6 120 pound man. He had a bad spout of acne on his face filled with white heads wearing cargo pants and a phedora. But to her dismay he laid eyes on her and smiled real wide with a goofy grin and walked over “hey avery right! Im ayden!” Avery mumbled a response already seething in her mind at Kathy for insulting her with this obvious virgin. He took a seat across the table and asked the waiter for a mountain dew. Avery promptly ordered an entire bottle of wine, to get through this dinner.
Ayden droned on and on about his video games and his katana collection as avery offered curt replies to the pimply manchild downing glass after glass of wine. Avery, 3/4th of the way through the bottle simply picked up the bottle and downed the rest. She looked up at him, still wearing that god awful phedora. She weighed her options on her mind on one hand she had no way of getting home drunk as she was and on the other she sure as hell wasn’t going to his house after. She came to a decision. She leaned forward her long beautiful blonde hair draping over the table and the cloth around her breasts falling forward giving a hint of what was underneath. “If you drive me home ill let you see my tits.”. pimpleton as she was now calling him in her head jolted and knocked over his glass of mountain dew. “ Absolutely!” Avery stood up shakily and meandered out of the restaurant, unsteady on her high heels. Pimpleton rushed out of the restaurant excited for his first pair of tits. She opened the door and had a controlled fall onto the bench seat up front as pimpleton turned the car on. Her head was laying ever close to his lap and she decided to tease him a bit as he drove her home. She brushed her hair to the side and brought her beautiful face and lay it sideways across his lap her mouth breathing drunkenly overy the spot on his lap where his cock lay. Her refined pink lips could feel the tip of his cock harden like a rock. She didn’t go any further the thought of touching the cock of a weakling like him discugusted her. The car pulled into her parking spot and she lazily got up took off her dress right in front of him she revealed her pink nipples on her perfect tits and her red thong. Pimpleton’s jaw dropped and he started unzipping his pants but all avery did was ask for the keys take off her heels and get out of the car. Pimpleton jumped out of the car. *click* the car door locked. “walk home” avery said and walked into her apartment. The pitiful pimpletons face dropped and he slowly walked off. Avery stumbled into her room and put on her bedtime tanktop that clung to her body and fell on her bed and looked up at the ceiling
“ god damnit god damnit god damnit!” “That fucking bitch” she expelled a stream of curses. Home at Friday night at 9 pm just as boring as her life had been for the past year, nothing had changed. Her face soured and she sulked for 2 hours stairing at the ceiling sobering up. “ I guess I’ll go for a drive” she muttered to no one in particular and got out of bed still in her red thong and tank top and wandered out the door and got in her car. Avery often went for drives when she was upset and it had taken a toll on her gas tank and her wallet.
She drove and drove , all her fantasizing earlier had gotten her horny and she had no release. She pulled into a parking lot leaned back and looked at the ceiling. she wanted to be used she wanted someone to take control she was tired of sobeing the lead she stayed that way for awhile before sitting up she looked in front of her and saw a rundown dive bar with half the lightbulbs working and had a thought. She looked in her back seat and saw her dry erase board and marker and smiled as she scribbled on the board. She opened her car door and stepped out of the car.
Her bare slightly pink feet on the pavement, her thong going right up between her firm cheeks dripping with juices and her white tanktop riding halfway up her abs marker and board in her hand. she walked into the dive bar. Every mans eye’s were on her and men started hooting and hollering. Yet she didn’t look at them. She walked towards the men’s bathroom and paused at the threshold bent over hands on her knees and a man spanked her ass. Her heart was pumping so loudly she thought it would explode, she was confident until this point she was so nervous she was shaking and her mind was racing “is this a good idea” “I know I want excitement in my life but This is….” But that tiny voice in the back of her head egged her on and pushed her through that door heart thumping she walked into the bathroom and for now no one followed. Her hands shaking and her legs wobbling she couldn’t believe she was doing this. This is crazy. Her nervous hands tried to prop up the sign but it kept falling over and over again but eventually she got it to stick. It said.
Rule 1: must use a condom.
Rule 2: my panties must stay on.
Rule 3: after cumming put a tally mark on my lower back.
Happy fucking<3
She walked towards the dirty toilet and her stomach lurched but her heart beat even faster and her pussy got wetter. The exhilaration! This was the craziest thing she had ever done but all it did was make her wetter the more she thought about it. . It had piss all over the seat. Drunken men can’t aim as it turns out. She straddled in front of the toilet her unblemished pink feet touching sticky yellow stains on the lenolium floor. She placed her hands on the backside of the toilet tank and her long straight hair drooped down onto the dirty floor still speckled with drops from whoever was in the bathroom before. Read more »

Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 2 [F][M]artian[Reluc][Exhib][Huml][Comic Book]

[Note – Part 1 is titled, oddly enough, “Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 1” and can found on this very subreddit. Sorry, links are not allowed.]

**Part 2: The Unmaking of Wonder Woman, Well, Her Clothes, At Least**

Wonder Woman was locked in her room. Neither the Flash nor Martian Manhunter would answer her calls, and she assumed they were working on her problem, but it had apparently been decided to avoid contact with her. She didn’t bother putting on more clothes, knowing they’d only shrink on her anyway. She opted to put on her already morphed silk robe, lounging on her bed and watching reality TV for several hours. She found it fascinating, the yelling, the in-fighting, they way the people dressed and talked. She recognized her speech pattern from many of the women, the outfit choices too. Mortals were strange.

At six, Martian Manhunter phased through a wall with a tray of food and drink, wine, which was nice, as Amazon’s didn’t consider food a meal without wine. He set the food at her side table and waited. Read more »

Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 1 [F][Reluc][Exhib][Huml][Comic Book]

[Note: I took this from a recent writing prompt and rewrote the initial setup just a little to better fit with my story idea. The main context is still there. All credit to the originator for the idea. All text beyond the first line break is all me, errors and all. Enjoy.]

**Mr. Mxyzptlk and the Wonders of Woman: Part 1**

Diana Prince was a strong, compassionate, kind, and forgiving woman. She was an Amazon, which meant she was also a proud warrior and a fierce combatant, but things could change, and quickly.

Wonder Woman stood at the podium near the reflecting pool in Washington D.C., the Secretary of DEfense, assorted generals, and representative from the State Department and NATO nearby. She was about to be presented the Metahuman Medal of Valor. A wave of pride swept through her to be able to support her adopted home so well. HEr armored costumed gleamed in the daylight, deep red mytical leathers, the blue, the golden bronze. Cameras flashed, and she let them take her in. People need heroes, needed someone to look up to, aspire to be. Her speech played on that theme, that you need not be superpowered to do good in the world. The Secretary of Defense stepped forward to present her the medal, and the world stopped, went silent. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t move, but she was aware. Birds hung in the sky, Marine One’s helicopter blades were still in the distance as it ferried the President off to another event. Read more »

Rape of Draupadi

1. Draupadi was dragged into Chambers

Someone was walking to Draupadi’s chamber – someone unwilling and slow by the sound of their footsteps. A long minute later, the courtesy of a polite knock on the door filled the room. She woke up startled by the sound and an instant worry drifted across her tired face. Then, a look of epiphany came over her drowsy, yet unbelievably beautiful eyes, as she realized where she was.

“I am coming, Nakula,” she said and started to get out from under the covers exposing the breasts that had been caressed for a good part of the day past.

“No, my Queen,” came a stranger’s voice from behind the doors, “I am Pratikamin.”

Draupadi sat back down and pull her blankets up to her neck. It was not her husband. She was confused and concerned to find a man other than her husband outside her door in the middle of the night.

Draupadi, furrowed brows and all, asked, “Aren’t you one of Yudhisthira’s men? Is he alright?”

Draupadi stared intently at the door as did I. No reply came for a few seconds until suddenly we heard sobs. There was anxiety in her voice as she repeated, “Is my husband alright?” Read more »

Cleansing [f] [nc] [reluc] [bd] [drugs] [huml] [anal]

The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar. It was Friday night, you had four days until you had to go back to work and you were determined to celebrate. You were overdue for a girl’s night out anyway. You knew you had been drinking way too hard, so you had called for a ride home. That was the last thing you could recall, and you weren’t sure if you had ever made it to that ride.

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Your head was incredibly foggy. Just opening your eyes was a monumental effort. You seemed to be laying down, but you had no idea where you were or how you had gotten there. You tried to move, but your body didn’t respond.

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If you focused, you were able to open your eyes and look around but you didn’t seem to be able to raise your head. Your eyes and tongue seemed to be working but everything lower than that was numb. You would have been terrified, but you couldn’t really form coherent thoughts.

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Disposable Pajamas [F] [nc] [anal] [Fsub] [huml]

You’ve known for a long time that you have a rape fetish. You felt guilty at first, but just the thought of being helpless and used like that is enough to make your clit throb achingly. So, when you found the online rape fetish forum it was a huge relief. There were others out there who felt the same way you did. Even more interestingly, some of the users were setting up rape experiences. Just agree on a place and time, leave your door unlocked at night, and an anonymous rapist would show up to make your darkest fantasies come true.

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The voice in your head tried to tell you it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t nearly as demanding as the voice between your legs. Besides, the whole thing seemed pretty safe, like a healthy way of exploring your kink. Lots of women were posting positive experiences, and you could even chat with a few different potential rapists before picking the lucky winner. You knew there were risks, but you were on birth control and felt like as long as you were careful then nothing bad would happen.

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