Tag: Humiliation

Wearing [m]y headphones

This is a true story that I’m almost ashamed to tell, but it gives an insight as to how powerful my exhibitionist urges can get.

Too many years ago, on a warm sunny afternoon during school holidays, I lay naked on my bed with my eyes closed, gently masturbating while listening to music through headphones. A splash of sunlight fell through the window to warm my slender frame, and I felt completely at peace. I had the house to myself, nothing that needed doing, and nowhere to be. I’d been edging myself back and forth towards orgasm for a long time, totally immersed in teenage sexual ecstasy. While one hand kept my cock stimulated in time with the music, the other explored my body. I gently pinched my nipples, stroked my belly, squeezed my balls. I allowed a finger to explore my anus, but didn’t insert it yet, as I wasn’t quite ready to cum.

I move around a lot when masturbating; my legs and back tense in rhythm with my hand. I spread my limbs wide, touching myself with no inhibitions. There’s an extremely visible demonstration of sexual energy! Read more »

The time [M]y girl[F]riend got fucked on vacation by my BBC friend. (True Story)

My buddy Ronnie and I grew up together in an oil company compound in the Middle East. His parents are Jamaican, but he grew up in an American school system with an American accent. We played baseball together, and he was always the best athlete on the field by a large margin and ended up getting a scholarship to a D2 school in college. He wasn’t a typical jock though. He was humble, bright, and his parents instilled a serious work ethic in him. After college he went off to med school and he now works in an ER in inner city Chicago. He’s 6’3, chiseled with broad shoulders, and as you can imagine does very well for himself with the ladies (of all races).

We kept in contact and visited each other a few times throughout college, and then less often as we both became busy with our careers. A couple years ago we determined to get together and hangout. His parents had retired to Jamaica and bought a really nice beachfront property, though they still spent a lot of time traveling the world (his dad was a geophysicist in the oil industry, do the math). He invited me, and by extension, my girlfriend, Tina, to spend four nights at his parents place while his folks were traveling. Being tired of a cold and gray March in NJ, we both jumped at the invitation. Read more »

Strange Love: The Vacation [huml, reluct, mast]

From the beach bar, I walked back to our room as my husband trailed behind me, calling my name, which caused me to quicken my pace. We’ve been separated for six months and he thinks this vacation will fix everything. I knew this wasn’t going to work.

When I reached our room, I tried to shut the door in his face but he was right behind me and pushed it open before slamming it behind him.

“What?” he yelled. “What is it?”

I asked, “What do you want from me?”

“I want what we had when we got married,” he said, stepping up to me quick. “I want you to look at me with love in your eyes. I want Valentina back.”

“She’s gone.”

“Not entirely. She’s here,” he said, placing his hand on my breast and the hardening nipple underneath.

He kept me in his intense gaze as his hand moved down to my stomach where he reached down to grab my crotch.

I said, “You told me once that rape isn’t your thing.”

“I’ll never take you without you wanting me back,” he said, with that all familiar lust. “But I’m a man who wants to see my wife naked. Take off your clothes.” Read more »

Instructions Ch. 4-6 [F][bd]

Chapter Four

The drive home was a blur. Her nipples ached, her clit was on fire, and she knew that once the rubber bands and clothespin were removed it would only be worse. He had instructed her that the clothespin could come off just outside her door, but the rubber bands were to stay until she had her orgasm. God how that word sounded delicious rolling around inside her head.

Her tires squealed as she pulled into the driveway and sprinted to the door. A quick sweep of her neighborhood showed it mostly empty so she reached down between her legs and gingerly opened the clothespins. The return of blood flow to her sensitive nub sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her knees to buckle momentarily. She caught herself on the door frame and smiled, reasonably certain that he wouldn’t have promised orgasm this easily if something too terrible were waiting.

The lock clicked before she double-timed it to the chair where she’d left her book. She flipped through the pages before landing on the inside of the back cover where there was a small note that read, “You can cum but only on the spine of this book.” Read more »

A submissive squirter (M/F)

This story goes a few years back with an older woman I met online. I admit she is one of the few people I never "got" and to this day I can only speculate what the scene was about. I had just moved to North Carolina and was having a hard time with my new sexual lull. Back home I had a good number of friends or places I could frequent for lovers but in NC I was drawing blanks. My charm and looks just didn't fly down here so I started to date and seek lovers online.

I met Stacey (not her real name) through okcupid or craigslist. She was 15 years older than me, had beautiful curly red hair, creamy skin and a body that showed her careful devotion to yoga and healthy eating. Like me she was from the northeast and had a powerful laugh that paid no attention to anyone around her. I took her to dinner and thoroughly enjoyed her company. Quite honestly I thought I was going nowhere but it turns out I used a few choice words with her that raised her eyebrows and shifted me over to potential lover status. In my joking ways I talked about spanking her for some sarcastic comment she made which she seemed to love. Read more »

The story of how I stopped being a married cuckquean and found my first real Dominant, Part 1. [BDSM, rough, M/f, long]

Several months ago, my life as a married submissive woman was put on hold. It's a long and complicated that took 6 parts to tell (which you can find in my Reddit history). The quick summary is that my husband and I decided that after 6 years of marriage and after 4 years of a D/s relationship, it was time for a break. You can skip the next section if you don't care about the details of my marriage.

From married to being a married submissive

We were already married for two years before I told him that I'd been suppressing submissive feelings and eventually wanted to live in a submissive role 24/7. He did his best to learn the ropes, and we had some fun with it for a little while, but I could feel that being a dominant wasn't in his heart.

It wasn't long after we went 24/7 that my husband expressed that he wanted some semblance of a vanilla relationship, but frankly, my heart wasn't into that anymore. I'd come to the realization that the vanilla part of my marriage was over it and I wanted to evolve into the submissive that I knew that I wanted to be. After a lot of figuring things out, we struck a middle ground where we agreed that I would live as a submissive 24/7 and that I would be relieved from all “non-submissive” responsibilities. In exchange, I agreed that he could take on a girlfriend. Read more »

Hollywood Secrets – Part 2: The Inititial Phonecall [MF] [Prostitution] [Celeb]

Hollywood Secrets Series

Part 1 – X

Part 2 – Here

Part 3 – Coming Soon

A week had passed since Emma Stone had gargled my cum, but I could still feel her soft lips on my shaft. It took me by surprise, if I'm honest. I thought she'd been sent over as part of the joke, and was surprised at how in-depth Nathaniel's prank had become, but as soon as she dropped to her knees I began to think it might be true after all.

I blame the shock of it all. That's why I only lasted five minutes. It's no reflection on me, but a reflection on how exciting it is to have a celebrity suck you off. She was gone pretty much instantly, back into that black sedan and into the night. Who drives those things, anyway? Other girls? Or SAP agents? I still have no idea…

Anyway, back to the story at hand, I'd decided I'd test this out. A small part of me thought it was all a joke and Emma Stone was just super into it. This would be the only way to tell. Read more »

Watching Your Wife With Another Man – [MF][BDSM]

Author’s note: This isn’t an indictment on open or poly relationships, simply a story meant to tell one couple’s experience, which—like with monogamous, monogomish, or really any other relationship configuration you can form—comes with its own unique set of challenges and triumphs. And, I swear, there's a happy, sexy ending. I promise. As always, I hope you enjoy.

There are things in life that you will never plan, but still have to live with anyway. You’ll think, as you drive the familiar road as if by rote, that this is just another one of those things that must be muddled through, one step at a time. You’ll be so sure that—once you’re in the middle of it—it won’t be so hard.

You will, of course, be wrong.

The car’s silence will irk you—you need noise at the best of times, if just to drown out the nagging reservations you’ll have left unspoken.

Because you love her.

You’ll flip on the radio with more impatience than required. You won’t know quite why. And because Fate hates you, an inappropriate story will be on. The one about the preacher or the politician’s aide doing something they weren’t supposed to. Involved in things they would’ve been better off not touching. Read more »

The Box [MF][cuckquean][bdsm]

Mia ran her hands over the smooth paneling on the front of the box. Each piece had been sanded to be almost impossibly smooth, then painted a black so dark it seemed to absorb all light in the room. The patterns carved into the box were intricate, all delicate leaves and woodsy milieus, a peaceful public face for something that could be anything but.

There were no visible seams but a large brass latch secured in the middle of one section made it clear that there was more to this box than first appeared. Mia knew this all too well. She let her fingers fall to the heavy brass lock which secured the latch and kept everything in place.

She could still remember the day that they had found the latch, beaten and forgotten, on some old trunk in an antique shop. She could remember the way it had caught her eye, and how insistent he had been that she buy it. At the time, she had no idea what it would ever be used for. It was a dingy, beaten up old trunk with an interesting, albeit half-demolished lock. Read more »