Tag: Humiliation

(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – The Plan

Sorry! Still very behind on the updates. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a month ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 16 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x8jrl0/32f_22m_intern_at_work_mind_games/)

**Part 17 is below**

Even though my hubby was at home on Monday, I barely saw him as he was very busy with his work the entire day. We usually try to make time for each other at dinner, but he quickly wolfed down his dinner and went back to his office room to attend another work related call. He finally came into bed pretty late at night when I felt his body snuggle up against me.

Tuesday was a little more of the same. It was a busy morning with multiple meetings and time just flew by. It was later in the afternoon I was catching up on my unread emails, when I found the email from the HR reminding us that Friday was off. The last Friday of the month was a holiday in our company for several years now giving the employees much needed time to recharge, get a break or give extra time to go for a vacation. It had completely slipped out my mind. This meant I would have to move my regular Friday weekly catch up with Eric to either Wednesday or Thursday. Either of the days would work since Wednesday would be the 4th day of my period and I usually am done by then. I was still debating which of the days when Eric pinged. Read more »

I (19) [F] got spanked naked at park at night

My boyfriend is controlling of me sexually (consensually of course) and he told me I wasn’t allowed to cum without asking him about a week ago. Well if you read my recent stories you’d see I didn’t really listen to that. He told me if I broke the rule he’d punish me. Idk what the punishment was gonna be so I tested fate and here’s how that went.

We drove to a park at like 1 am, it’s very dark there. We stopped and he said we’re going on a walk, but he said we won’t leave until everything I was wearing was off. Not worth arguing so I took it all off and we went walking. The cold air on a naked body is like such a good feeling. I also enjoy the humiliation of being naked next to someone who’s fully clothed. Read more »

Domestic service [F21/M30s, F21/F40s] [workplace violence, degradation, coercion, rape]

It was the winter and I somehow got bronchitis and pneumonia at the same time and lost my job. For weeks I was unable to leave my apartment and even getting out of bed was difficult. I used the last of my money to pay the back rent, and then I became officially homeless.

It’s a funny thing about homeless people in my city that you very rarely see anybody who’s under 25 or even 30. The homeless I saw every day were either middle aged or downright elderly. I used to think it was because young people could go home to their parents, or at least didn’t mind going home to their parents. As for me, I was 21 at the time and couldn’t go to my parents’ house because they had moved overseas.

I had no rosy illusions about being homeless, and reality hit me even harder than I had prepared myself for. My few possessions were largely stolen by the second day, including my sketchbook. I could understand stealing a pillow, but what anybody would want with my sketchbook was beyond me. Read more »

Hello BOILS and GHOULS! Its your old pal the Kink Keeper again. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’m here with Monster Mash, the first in a series of Eerie Erotica about Dracula and his Brides called Transylvanian Concubines. Our tale tonight is [BDSM] [Ms] [Supernatural]

Monster Mash: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin.  She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited.  Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead  feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course.  Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her.  A slave even to her fellow slaves.   Read more »

Spanked by my teacher [m/f, f17, humiliation]

I devised this when I was younger, think of the character (which in my mind is obviously me!) as being 17 in it. And I did in reality deeply dislike this teacher – which was problematic because I loved the subject he taught, but I got in trouble a lot in class because I had no respect for him at all. This obviously didn’t happen in reality though!

Anyway…fantasy…

It starts with me being badly behaved in class. Probably talking when I wasn’t meant to, and told to stay behind after everyone else leaves. Which I do, annoyed…there’s no verbal scolding that can make me feel bad with this teacher. I don’t respect him, I hate and despise him. So I’m imagining I’ll just have to sit through a pointless boring lecture about my behaviour, try not to talk back, and then I’ll be free. It’s tedious really. Read more »

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Nine [FMf] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation] [piss] [orgasm]

Mali scurried from her car and down Freya and Seth’s driveway to their front door… praying that their neighbours wouldn’t spot her. The cold night air and heavy rain doing little to alleviate her discomfort. She badly needed to go to the bathroom, the two pints of water she’d drunk as ordered before leaving had made her bladder uncomfortably full. She desperately wanted to scratch her breasts and pussy too – having to endure a 20 minute drive with bra and knickers stuffed full of her own used hair-waxing strips was not an experience she would recommend.

As she left herself in to their house she glanced nervously at the doorbell camera, knowing full well that she was being watched. Pausing briefly in the hallway she fought the urge to try and quickly use the toilet in their downstairs bathroom and instead opened the door to their warm guestroom. She’d stayed in this room many times before as Freya and Seth’s friend, but while it still looked familiar… the brass bedstead, the oak furniture and the two small leather armchairs… tonight, as their perverted ‘thing’, the room felt very different. Read more »

The first time I came on your cock [MF, mid 30s, D/s, romantic]

As context, this is my account of something that happened. The situation is that I was playing with my Dom (owner) and his girlfriend for the weekend. This is when me and him got a bit of alone time! enjoy:

We all get ready to go to bed.

I feel so lucky that Lynne has decided again that she is sleeping downstairs on the sofa. I know that’s selfish – and I did offer to sleep there so you could both have the bed. But she seems certain in her decision, and arguing politely seems like it would be both futile and awkward. Also, I don’t want to sleep away from you. I want to be with you.

I finish brushing my teeth and everything, quicker than both of you. And I wait for you eagerly in the bed. You need to say goodnight to Lynne, and make sure she feels cared for and not left out, and I don’t’ mind at all, or how long it takes, because you will eventually be in the bed with me. Read more »

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Eight [FMf] [MFdom] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation]

Seth and Freya sat propped up against the headboard of their bed. They’d deliberately saved listening to Mali’s audio file until the mundanities of the day were well out of the way. Putting his phone between them Seth hit play. Twenty five minutes later and they stared at each other in disbelief… “Well, that was unexpected.” mused Seth, whose shorts spectacularly failed to hide his erection. “Quite” giggled Freya whose right hand had strayed into her pyjama bottoms and was firmly between her thighs “Who would have thought that she’d have cum while being waxed. I think the little task for our filthy girl sort of back-fired.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. Quite the opposite.” said Seth. “We wanted her to feel humiliated, we certainly achieved that! She sounded so embarrassed.” “Still” replied Freya, “I think we should punish her for having an orgasm without us being there. I know we never stipulated it but I sort of feel cheated. You know, we never did decide what we wanted to do with those used waxing strips we made her embarrassingly ask for.”

“Oh, I think I have a good idea” said Seth, rolling in to kiss his wife. “Why don’t you and I talk it through while we have a little fun!” Read more »

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 3 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [toilet] [graphic] [oc] [f48/m43]

Trigger Warning: This part includes a graphic depiction of toilet/scat play. If this is not something that interests you or you are turned off by, please skip to Part 4 (link coming soon).

Up slave, on your feet,” she spoke as she walked behind her desk and opened a drawer. “Now your real punishment begins.”

She pulled out an odd looking black hood with what looked like swollen red lips. When she pulled it over my head, it didn’t completely blind me like the other one – it seemed to have many tiny holes to allow limited vision. She pulled some laces in the back tightly and added a lock. She also put me in a clear plastic coverall that fit snuggly with elastic around my thighs and biceps. She then led me to a small, dark room that felt like it was a bathroom, but with the vision I had, I couldn’t be sure.

“I am going to leave you now slave,” she held a gag with threading on it in her hand. “But first, this.”

She shoved the gag in mouth and it threaded into the lips of the hood. Read more »

Humiliation RP part 3 [MMMMM] [CNC]

Roman POV.

I worked my length between his cheeks to tease over his hole, put a bit of pressure, but made no move to breach him. Jem whined in frustration and tried to push himself against my cock. I let out a small laugh at his attempts, but didn’t move.

“Please.” Jem begged.

“Please, what whore?” I asked, applying enough pressure to make him groan. “You want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Then beg for it.” I watched as his eyes glazed over and his breathing quickened.

“Please sir, fuck me till you tear apart my hole.” He threw my words back at me, and hell, if it didn’t make me harder. I sank into the tight heat, my toes curled at the pressure, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking deeper with a gasp. He arched his back against me, pressing himself closer. My fingers dug into his waist as I thrust in and out of his hole. Jem had thrown back his head, gasping silently, taking everything I was throwing his way. Read more »