Tag: Humiliation

The Test Subject – Part Three [MFT,BDSM,sci-fi,huml]

Mark had become his penis, and only his penis.

The latex body suit, the restraints, the darkened room….it subdued and buried all of the rest of him into the background. His job, his personality, the socially acceptable masks he wore…none of it mattered.

He was a hungry, needy, desperate penis. Strapped to a table in a lab. Nothing less and nothing more.

Rigid before him, erect and stiffer than he’d ever known it to be, stood his member for the world to see. Shaved clean, his dick and balls were exposed and vulnerable. Bursting forth from a slit precisely cut in the latex by the doctor. It looked like a ripe piece of fruit about to be plucked.

His cock was cool and glistening in the air of the lab. The end of the stainless steel pipe still protruded from his urethra. The spotlight glinted off of both the steel pipe and his cock as it throbbed and burned.

“A banana on a display pole,” he mumbled to himself, almost laughing. Read more »

The Test Subject – Part One [MF,BDSM,sci-fi]

It was well after dark as Mark nervously approached the office building. A subtle sign posted by the entrance read “EMB Labs”.

He had rushed here right after work. Anxious to find out if this place was legitimate or not. The advertisements had all looked fantastic of course, as advertisements always do. His own independent research into things hadn’t turned up much, but he did find a handful of neutral 3rd party recommendations, all of them positive.

One trusted source simply nodded and said, “Do it, you might regret it, but it was one of the most fun and intense experiences I’ve ever had.”

Mark hesitated by the door. He looked around. The building was nondescript, almost intentionally bland and generic. It was nestled deep in an office park. A few pedestrians were milling around, the majority of them appeared to be heading home or at least away from this place.

He sighed as he reached for the door. He was a little scared. But he’d called and made an appointment. They were expecting him.

“Welcome to EMB Labs, Mr. Richardson,” a warm silky voice said. Mark peered around the door, which he had only half opened. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 6 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 6

We all left the room together and once we were in the lobby I blinked because it was already light outside. I hadn't noticed it in the room, the drapes had been closed, or something, but I could see the street outside, empty of traffic and that cold, washed out grey color of early dawn. I looked at the front desk and they had a clock, of course. It was just after five in the morning and I tried to understand how I could have spent about six hours, maybe seven, in a hotel room fucking three strangers. It had seemed like two hours at the most and I wondered if I was remembering everything that we'd done and I seriously doubted it.

Lance dropped the keycard at the desk and the guys were leaving, walking out with laughs and smiles and I jerked to life, walking quickly to catch up.

"Hey…Wait…I have to get home!" I said. "I need my purse!"

"What?" Lance grinned at me.

"I don't have any money or anything." I said. "I have to get home." Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 5 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 5

I needed a snort of that coke and I had it before I even left the driveway, promptly backing into our mailbox two minutes later, and that made me laugh and swear and try it again. That pill hadn't been enough. Two pills and a hit of coke, now two hits, it wasn't enough. Not for a day like the one I was having and I wasn't in a mood for more family court in my kitchen.

"Fuck him." I shook my head, driving slowly because I knew I was fucked up.

I went to Gary's house, but it was dark and empty, like he'd said it would be and I frowned. I wanted to be with someone who didn't care. Who didn't have a family. Who could just help me relax, and thinking all that, it made me wonder why I'd thought of Gary. I wanted him to have sex with me, probably. I frowned at that thought too. Gary was an asshole. I hated him. So why had I come to his place? Because he'd give me more coke and then have sex with me, call me a whore and humiliate me and not give a shit about my problems. Read more »

Mother’s Little Helper: Chapter 2 [M/F] [drugs] [prost] [reluc]

Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One – Chapter 3

"Is it Monday?" Gary grinned at me and I was holding Jilly in my arms.

"Shut up." I frowned, squeezing past the man.

"I'm hungry." Jilly said in a small voice and I shushed her.

"We're gonna go to McDonald's remember? Just…" I put her down on one of the stuffed chairs, "…sit there and be a good girl, okay?"

"Okay mommy." She nodded.

I'd picked her up from preschool and I'd been trying not to come here, to Gary's house, but I couldn't help it. I'd been out of coke since Wednesday. That gram had lasted three days and now it was Friday. I couldn't wait until Monday. I'd taken three pills the day before. I didn't have enough for the weekend.

"What's going on, Gina?" Gary asked me gently.

"I…I'm out." I said, looking into his eyes and then dropping my gaze as I felt weak and guilty and embarrassed all at once.

"Out of what?" He asked.

"You know what." I whispered, glancing at my daughter.

"Just tell me what you need." He said with a shrug. Read more »

The Final Test [MFF] [BOND] [BI]

Amanda knelt naked on the wooden floor before her Owner.

"Are you ready for your final trial?" His voice was deep and commanding.

"I am Sir."

"Are you certain? You may leave now. I promise you this will push all of your boundaries."

Amanda's heart raced. "I have no boundaries for you Sir."

Her blue eyes met her Owner's brown. The man she adored beyond words. The man she had given herself to absolutely. Amanda had given up so much to be with him. The word love was only a pale description of what she felt for him.

He rose. "Come."

Amanda rose smoothly and followed. The small bells clipped to her labia tinkled as she followed him down the halls of the massive manor.

They reached a pair of double doors that Amanda recognized. The Reception Hall.

"Beyond those doors is my newest slave. You will prepare her for her new life here."

"Yes Sir."

This was her trial?

Her Owner pushed open the doors and led Amanda in.

The rectangular room had marble floors and was lit by lamps mounted on the walls. At its center was a circular bed of red with a tall post attached to the side. Read more »

“An Invitation to Dinner” [m, FM, Anal, Cuck, Huml]

 

Chapter One: Her Only Rule

 

 

A year ago, I had an affair with this hair-dresser. True story.

 

Her name was Susan. She was forty-two, living a comfortable life-style with her husband. And she had this one rule, which prevented the two of us fucking, because she didn't want me "stretching her out". (I'm a lot larger than her husband and he would have noticed, she claimed. I didn't realize how true this was until much later…) So, this meant a lot of cock sucking. Like, a lot.

 

I guess if I had to label this first phase of the affair, I'd call it the cock worshipping phase. At least twice a week, sometimes more, Susan would meet me behind her husband's back, to suck my cock and tell me how badly she wanted to get fucked by it.

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(m/f)(non-con)(I/you)In The Basement

I led you down into the basement, just so we could hang out and talk, you were so happy to see me since this was one of our first days together as a real couple, considering we decided to start dating after I had already went back to school.

You had a goofy smile across your face as we sat on the floor, talking, the TV playing in the background. When I leaned over and began to kiss you slowly. You felt your heart skip each time my lips met yours, and it only got worse when my hands began to roam across your ribs and back. Settling them on your ribs as I slowly pushed you down onto the ground as your arms wrapped around my neck.

I leave a hand on your ribs, pushing firmly and giving a nice feeling amount of pressure, the other however moves to caress your face. First, I rub your face gently as you mewl into the kiss, but eventually my hand settles on your neck and I give a little pressure. I kiss you stronger now, applying more force to your lips as my hand at your ribs leaves and moves to your breasts, merely brushing over them. Read more »

“That’s my hole.” [D/s][Cuckqueen][Discipline][NC][HUML]

Sarah was relieved to see Dominic finish punishing Valerie.

Sarah, for her part, wasn’t yet sure what her ultimate role was in this brutal escapade. As soon as Sarah came home from work, her fiancé Dominic was all over her at the door, kissing and groping her like a sex-starved teenager. In a flash, he quickly led her to their living room, disrobed her, sat her down in a chair, tied and gagged her. He then proceeded to pick her up, chair and all, and carried her down the hallway to their master bedroom, where he plunked her down in the center of the room. To her surprise, her best friend and sometimes three-way love-buddy Valerie was already tied to Sarah’s bed — naked, gagged, but whereas Valerie was blind-folded, Sarah was not. She had an unobstructed view of Valerie’s as-yet unbroken pussy.

That was well over two hours ago. Now, Dominic was walking around from the opposite side of the bed, standing next to the chair Sarah was strapped to. This particularly drawn-out session was finally ending, Sarah realized, and the cycle of degradation and restoration that she and Valerie so desperately craved could now move forward. Soon, Dominic’s excellent aftercare-skills would be sorely needed: Valerie had been pushed to her absolute limits tonight, suffering for him physically and mentally for the better part of the last two hours. She was clearly in desperate need of restoration from worthless sex-object to a respected, cared-for human being. Read more »

Caribbean Resort Vacation [mmf] [bi] [oral] [anal] [cuckold]

Hotel beach on a Caribbean island. I'm there with missus Rebecca. Black guy comes over and starts chatting up my wife. Ignoring me completely. She's loving it. Giggling and laughing with him. Everyone on the beach can see what's happening. Eventually they go off together to our hotel room. About an hour later they come back. She's walking a bit gingerly and looks quite red in the face. They have a deep kiss and then part. Again everyone on the beach can see what's going on. She lies down seemingly exhausted. Says nothing. I say nothing. I am a bit stunned as

This goes on for the rest of the holiday. Sometimes the same guy sometimes different. Once word gets around there is no shortage of lovers.

The holiday carries on as before – wifey getting chatted up during the day by the studs on the beach and going off for quick sex sessions and coming back.

One time it happens my curiosity gets the better of me and I go and peek in through the slatted windows. She's being taken from behind very hard. Much harder than I can manage without coming immediately. She's making noises I've never heard from her before. I slink away but can clearly hear her coming loudly as I walk back to the beach. Read more »