Tag: Humiliation

(request) Squeaky Clean

Posted this to r/dirtywritingprompts & r/eroticliterature already, but things seemed a little slow/dead, so I figured I’d try here. If this breaks rules, I get it, but I figured it was worth a shot…

So here’s my request, I know it’ll seem strange… I have a thing for someone getting forcibly cleaned, think getting run through an automatic car wash… Setup: a cruel dominatrix has a session that ends up getting her sub dirty(mud, paint,food, be creative) . Wanting him/her clean, and also wanting to cause pain/humiliation/both, she opts to to truss him/her up and send them on a (or several) trip(s) through an automatic car wash. I would love detail as much as possible. This is one of my personal fantasies I’d love to try (someday), but atm it’s not really possible, so this is the best I can do…

[M]y [F]irst Experience off BDSMPersonals

*This is going to be a slightly longer story with more background, the end will be worth it though. And I dedicate this story to all the incredibly arousing and sexy stories I’ve read on here. I hope my words get some of you off.*

**Disclaimer:** This story contains extreme dirty talk with degradation and humiliation, as well as *eye-roll inducing* D/s talk (think Sir and Master).

I remember exactly where I was when I read Jane’s first message. I was at a geek bar getting my ass handed to me in mario kart by a good friend. We had just finished up ~~race~~ loss 14 and I needed another drink; my friend needed to piss. He got up and I decided to check my reddit account to see if anyone had responded to my post.

I had been posting on r/bdsmpersonals for a while at this point. Once every seven days, it was exciting when I got to ‘publish’, a new opportunity, hopes would arise. My wildest dreams had prepared me for such a response. You read that right, because Jane’s response was perfection in every sense of the word. It was exactly what I would want to read save for one detail… (I’ve removed a couple of personal details to protect Jane’s anonymity) Read more »

Waiting Pet, Part 4: Training [Mf] [fsub]

Emily had freaked out a bit when she figured out what had happened. When she realized it was his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. She wasn’t ready to get pregnant! She had nearly pushed him off her, or tried as he kept her pinned down against the table. Bent over with him still inside her. He held her there, whispered in her ear, teased her. She felt powerless but he was calm about it, rational. It took a few minutes but he was able to calm her down and he promised to get her plan b in the morning.

With her finally calm, he had let her up before grabbing his own clothes and guiding her to his bed. Emily had cuddled close to him, still naked, as he put something on netflix. He was dressed again and seemed satisfied. They watched until they both fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke to his scent. To the feel of his body against hers. It sent a thrill through her as she felt his hands already exploring her. One hand between her legs, the other teasing a breast and rolling her nipple. Read more »

Rubicon, Part 1 [FM] [Msub] [Fdom] [bdsm] [huml] [cnc] [hypno] [bd]

She was determined to make it happen.

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I made sure you got a full night’s sleep every day this week?”

“I assume I’ll find out in a bit.” Even though his confidence was a thin veneer over strident anticipation—and she knew it, and he knew she knew it—he grinned anyway. For reasons that would never become clear to him, it felt important to put up some resistance before they began, even if it was mostly for his ego.

She sighed and smiled back. “I have never loved that expression on your face more than right now,” she said.

In retrospect, that should have worried him more than it did.

He stretched languidly beneath her, pleasantly adrift in curiosity. He tried to keep his mind from cycling through the possibilities, wanting to stay present and engaged in the moment for her. She had treated him particularly well that week, and she had promised to reward him with his favorite arrangement: being cuffed spread-eagle to the bed—almost too tightly. Long ago, she had dubbed the position “the lazy submissive”. He wriggled subtly in anticipation of the bondage. Read more »

[FM] My (34F) first time with my new fuck buddy (23M) Part 1

So I’ve been looking for a new fuck buddy and earlier last week I met a young man on tinder and we hit it off and we met for drinks Friday night. I was straight forward that I was looking for, I’m a chubby business professional looking for a hot young guy. He definitely fit the bill and we just talked a lot about what we were into and what we expected.

He was much more shy than I expected so I didn’t go for anything on our first meet up, but he seemed to like me, although he admitted he wasn’t generally into chubbier women but I seemed really cool. I actually prefer guys that aren’t really into bigger ladies as I like a degree of humiliation in my sex. I explained that to him and he seemed kind of put off by it which is totally understandable, so I told him to think about it and if he decides to give it a shot to text me or call me whenever. We finished our drinks and hugged and went our separate ways. Read more »

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 4)

I think about who I should pick next. Kristen has picked truth the last two times she was picked, so I know she will have to choose dare. I need to try and make sure I don’t have to remove any more clothes, so I dared her to remove her panties. She didn’t seem surprised by my dare, so she must have been expecting it. She lay back, thrust her hips upward a little, and quickly removed her purple panties we had seen when she did her handstand. She playfully pulled the waistband back like a slingshot and shot them at Amber.

Kristen picked Ginny next and dared her to remove her dress. I assume this was a move to prevent her from being asked that later. Ginny picked me, and since I had done two dares in a row, she asked me, “Do you shave your pussy?”. I know why she probably asked this. I glance down at my panties, and as usual they are stretched tight showcasing my pubic mound and a slight indentation in the middle where my labia is clearly outlined. I grin inwardly before answering, “Nope!” The truth is I get waxed once a month, but that isn’t what she asked. Read more »

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 3)

A few minutes later we were gathered in a circle on the floor. I was sitting across from Ginny, with Amber and Kristen sitting across from each other. Kristen spoke up, “Alright, let’s go over some ground rules. First rule: no repeat questions or dares. Second rule; you cannot chose truth or dare more than twice in a row. Third rule; You cannot ask Truth or Dare of the same person twice in a row. Alright, any questions?”, Kristen asked.

The rules were simple enough, so no one had any questions. “Well, who goes first?” Amber asked.

Ginny had a suggestion, “Let’s keep it simple. Play a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors with the person across from you. The two winners will then play each other. The winner goes first.” Everyone agreed to this. I won my game against Ginny and Kristen won her game against Amber, so I had to face off against Kristen. “Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot.”, Kristen says as we push our fists into our hands. I chose paper, but she chose scissors and won.

“All right, so who will be my first victim?”, Kristen asked with a sly grin. “Meagan!” she exclaimed, “Truth or dare?” Read more »

Conference Call [Mf] bdsm elements

The conference room is not a large one. Solid walls and a table that can comfortably, barely, fit eight.

She enters. Her legs sliding under her red skirt. She tries not to think about the nude feeling.

She sits primly, crossing her legs, trying not to think of how exposed she feels. Even with the table to hide under, what if someone saw? Saw that she exposed. That she had no panties on.

She had worn panties of course. She was not some slut. Her eyes flicked to her wedding ring. She was not that kind of slut at least. She had dressed that morning, in front of her husband, and she had picked out pretty lacy red underwear to match the skirt. She had hoped that he, not the right he, would see and think them pretty. Think her sexy.

He had too. The first thing that morning. He had called her into his office. His voice on her line, “Please come into my office Mrs. B.” He had her lift her skirt. She had done so, blushing, not looking up, not looking him in the face, feeling his eyes on her. She heard his breath catch with lust and could have exploded. He did think her sexy. Maybe today would be the day. Maybe, just maybe, today he would fuck her. Read more »

The night I finally saw her spread wide open by a stranger [MFM]. Kinda long, promise it’s worth the read.

There are two specific moments in my life when I remember the feeling gripping me. A heaving, monstrous wave of lust that left me unable to think of anything else. The first of these moments was the first time I saw a naked woman’s body when I was a young boy, perky breasts and wide smile looking back at me between banner ads on www.boobs.com.

The second time was when my first high school love brought up the idea of bringing another man into our sex life (we were both 18 by now). I remember us jokingly mentioning it as I was walking her to her bus at the end of the school day, and I remember how our expressions changed as we looked at one another’s face realizing collectively that we both wanted this to be more than just a fantasy. It turned me on like a jolt of lightning shooting up from my groin and showering sizzling sparkles through my brain; I would lay awake at night with her fuzzy voice whispering through the telephone the play-by-play of what I was going to see; how she would hold her legs up for him, the jiggle of her voluptuous breasts as she bounced on his cock for me; the spit dripping down his balls as she took him in her mouth. Read more »

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 2)

I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone start ringing. I finished drying my hair and wrapped the towel around my body. I looked at my phone and was surprised to see that is was Ginny, our team captain. I wondered for a moment why she might be calling me; it’s Friday night, cheer practice was over for the week, and as far as I know, there isn’t anything going on this weekend. Curious, I answer the phone.

“Hey Ginny, what’s up? Did I leave my backpack at the gym again?”

I can hear some background noise, which made it a little difficult to understand what she said. I asked her to repeat herself so he moved to a quieter location before continuing. “Hey Meagan. There are a few girls from the team at my place. We’re going to watch a movie, play some games, and have a good old fashioned sleepover. Do you want to come over?” Read more »