Tag: Humiliation

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 1)

This is my first time attempting to write a story. I didn’t want to just write something short; I like to “world build” when I create things, so I know part 1 doesn’t have much action, but I intend this to be probably 3 or 4 parts. Suggestions are welcome.

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I inwardly groan as my alarm clock starts buzzing. My favorite thing about college so far has been that I don’t have a single class before ten in the morning. I lay there for a couple of minutes before rolling over and turning my alarm off. I like my room to be cold at night, and as I climbed out of my bad, I felt the cool air on my bare legs and my midriff. I could feel goosebumps rising on my arms and glancing in the mirror I could see my nipples hardening under my thin nightshirt. I’m about 5’8”, with green eyes, and light brown brown hair that comes down just below my shoulders. I’m fairly petite at only 130 pounds; I wish my boobs were a little bigger, but I am not unhappy with their B-cup size. I’ve always been told that I’m pretty, but in my mind I’m just average. I try not to think about the upcoming cheerleader tryouts as visions of making a fool of myself start to flash through my mind. Read more »

And she was made to watch, suffer and be used – [MFF] – BDSM – Female Cuckolding – Humiliation

It was the week of my birthday and Leslie called to invite me over for a birthday dinner.

Now, Leslie and I have a complex history. We started off dating with a bit of BDSM with her as the sub, involved other women, experimentation and eventually, she discovered that she was a power-dominant and a lesbian. Fortunately, our relationship had always been more of a FWB thing and as she drifted from me as a dating partner, we stayed great friends and occasional lovers. We shared women on occasion when we were both single and Leslie had a real fetish for humiliating her submissives by bringing me into the bedroom. A lesbian cuckoldress.

Why me? Am I an incredible lover or some god of sex? (Well I like to think so) but no, its really just came down to three things. The first was that Leslie trusted me deep as I did her. The second was that she knew my tastes and that I could be a lot of fun in the bedroom. Finally, as a lesbian, she didn’t want to have to say that the number of men she had fucked was rising. She said I didn’t count, which I chose to take as a compliment. Read more »

Waiting Pet, Part 2: Obedience [Mf] [fsub]

The wave of relief made her grin like an idiot when she saw His name on her phone’s screen. Her tummy fluttered as she unlocked it to read the message. For half a second Emily considered her friends’ advice to ignore the text or at least to make Him wait for a response. She couldn’t do it.

His message was short, not at all what she wanted, and very direct. Almost a command really. Just two words. *Come over.* It wasn’t what she wanted but at least it meant He wanted to see her again and that was enough.

She typed a response, *Hey!! Right now?*

His message back took a few minutes but she stared at the phone and waited the whole time. The second was even shorter than the previous. A simple *Yes.*

Emily almost sent back that she had class and tried to reschedule but started to doubt herself before the message was even fully typed. Would that be okay or would He not wait? Would she miss her chance? Instead, she simply sent, *Coming over now!! :)* Read more »

True [Humiliation] Story: I [F] fucked my ex in front of my husband a few weeks ago

We live on the coast. It took place at a beachfront hotel a few Saturdays ago. It’s the first weekend of the off season, so the place was empty and we got the corner room for 3 hours. Brian and I drove there and met Mike, my ex. We got there at around 9pm, and Mike was already there in the room. He had my outfit, a few leather ties for the bed posts, and some other stuff me, him and Brian went and picked out at an adult shop. We walked in, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and just smiled at Brian. “So this is it!” he said with a grin on his face. “You think you can still handle me after all these years?” he said to me, giving me a slap on my ass. Brian just chuckled.

He handed me my outfit, and told Brian to go sit in the chair by the sliding glass door in the corner of the room. I calmly walked into the bathroom to get changed, and I was already starting to get wet thinking about what was about to happen. This was all surreal. I couldn’t believe I was going to fuck this guy again. My pussy was going down memory lane. Read more »

Hat Trick: 3rd date, used 3 times in all 3 holes [MF] [public]

I’ve been instructed to post this story for you all of me and my guy’s third date. We’d already fucked before this (and in a group setting, but that’s another story…) and it’s been nothing short of amazing so far. You know when you meet somebody and you just kind of click across the board? That’s me and this guy, particularly when it comes to sex and fantasies.

#**Number 1**

So, we’re a bit long distance but he came to visit me and we set up a date at a fancy movie theater, the kind where they serve food and alcohol and you sit in comfy love seats. Near the start of the movie I noticed that there was a family restroom right outside of our theater (when you’re a slut, you’re always looking for places to fuck). I told him about it in case the movie proved boring.

I *did* get bored and so about halfway through I started rubbing his cock under the jacket he’d thrown over me. I got a small thrill making him hard in the dark of this theater with all these people around us. Once I pulled my hand away I felt his fingers creep under my dress and slip under my tights and panties. I was already so wet and desperate for him to touch me… and also annoyed that I’d worn tights because they were making things difficult. Read more »

Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 7 [Mf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Jackson couldn’t believe the day had finally come.

He’d had a crush on his young sister-in-law for years now. In fact, he still remembered the first day he met Aly and her fucking incredible, perky tits. It was back when Jenn was just his girlfriend, not his wife. He was going to meet her family at their house in the suburbs and after introductions with her mother and stepfather in the kitchen, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. But instead of walking into the bathroom, he accidentally walked into a bedroom. Not just any bedroom either — Aly’s.

And once he laid eyes upon her, the addiction began.

She was a fucking vision — stretched out asleep on her bed, her round ass in the air and her naked left tit popping out of her flimsy tank top. *Jesus fuck.* Jackson remembered salivating, his tongue instantly swelling at the sight of her heavy yet incredibly perky breast, its nipple so pretty and pink it reminded Jackson of candy. It made him want so badly to suck it, to taste it and confirm its honey-like sweetness.

He was entranced. Read more »

Not how I expected it to happen [MF/f][bd][Fdom][huml]

For as long as I’ve known my wife, Clare, she’s had a bi-curious side. I always made it clear that I’m totally ok with anything she decides to do with another woman, on one condition: she’d need to tell me about it, in detail, afterwards.

Somehow, it never lead to anything. Sure, there were some parties where she’d kiss another woman, and we even went to a swinger’s club where some light petting occured, but never any full-on sapphic love.

Until yesterday evening that is.

For a few months now, we’ve been friends with a very sweet, innocent (or so I thought) younger woman, Kaitlyn. She’s about 12 years younger than we are, and still a student.

At the start it was completely platonic, but as time went by we started to fantasize about her. We didn’t think she’d ever be into that sort of thing, her being from a pretty strict religious background.

A while ago, she told us about some mistake she made at her internship, and I made fun of her for that. She was clearly not amused, but seemed to brush it off at the time.

So, fast forward to last night: Read more »

Revenge Is A (Naked Cumsoaked) B*tch, Part 4 [Mff] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]

Evan did his best to look blasé as Summer ordered her friend to strip off her clothes. But in reality, he could hardly believe his luck. He’d come over to force Summer to go down on him, and what he got instead was her smoking brunette friend’s agreement to let him fuck her.

“While he sucks on your tits, Summer,” Natalia demanded.

“Whatever,” Summer snapped back with attitude. “Just hurry up and get naked, bitch.”

Evan laughed to himself as he stood there watching Natalia pull the straps down on her sundress. He still stood behind Summer, idly fondling her breasts as he waited for the show to start. His hands molded over her perfectly firm mounds, he stared at Natalia, squeezing Summer’s tits harder and harder as Natalia peeled her dress further and further down her chest.

“Fuck,” he breathed out when she finally let her tits spring free. They were about the same unreal size as Summer’s and while they weren’t as perky, they were still hot as fucking hell. Evan liked how heavy they looked against her insanely petite frame. How did she even walk around without tipping over and spilling out of her clothes? Read more »

My wife asked how many partners I’d had. Here’s my answer… [MF, MFF]

(Disclaimer: I hope this is the right place. Not ‘gone wild’ exactly, not to the extent of so many others on here, but I’ve peppered a few details in here and there, where it seemed worth sharing… but really this is here because after so many years together, my wife asked me the question, and I thought I might share the answer).

0 – Denise

She made a generous offer, that I could sleep in her room the night of the winter ball. We both had a lot to drink, and I remember how amazing her dress looked as it clung to her curves. To this day, the thought of the neckline, what it showed, what little it didn’t, is enough to cloud my mind.

We were friends, nothing more, but when she asked me to help her unzip her dress suddenly there was electricity in the air, and I took my time, brushing her hair aside, running my fingers over her shoulders… Something changed, and when the zip slowly moved down her back, I thrilled at the realisation she had no bra on underneath. As it slid to the ground, I felt light-headed – she was there before me, arm over her breasts, wearing nothing but brief panties, high heels and a pair of tan stockings. (For all those girls who came after, and who wondered where my stockings fetish came from, this is where). Read more »