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A Rustic Encounter [65M, 26f, non-con, humiliation, torture, snuff]

*This is a long work of fiction, inspired by my fantasies while working as a rural doctor in a small village. The character is based on myself, thus the 1st person. Please pay attention to the tags, and enjoy!*

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The afternoon breeze was always soothing to the mind, carrying with it scents of pine, thyme and mountain flowers, along with the occasional whiff of anything the grandmas around were cooking for dinner. Despite the relatively high altitude, the village’s proximity to the sea ensured mild winters and enabled me to savour the air and the last glimpses of the setting sun from the small balcony of my office with just my white doctor’s coat as an outer layer.

My small rural clinic was on the village’s main road, which was lined with beautiful stone houses with red sloped roofs, wooden window frames and tiny balconies, like mine. It was really close to my rented house, and just a stone’s throw away from the central square with its handful of quaint cafes and taverns under the shade of big plane trees. As the village was built on the side of the mountain, from one part of the square one could drink their coffee gazing down to the valley and all the way to the sea, a pleasure that even I as a city girl could definitely enjoy. It was such a shame that the back of the clinic building faced a tiny, tiny alley – a path, really- and another house, instead of being open to the same vista. Read more »

Mali’s descent into depravity Part Seven [FMf] [fsub] [mature] [control] [tpe] [humiliation] [waxing]

Mali took a deep breath, opened up the ‘voice note’ app on her phone, hit record and pushed open the door to the beauty salon. Seated behind the reception desk was the antithesis of herself, the very opposite of what her owners Freya and Seth were intent on shaping her to be. The receptionist was young, slim to the point of skinny, heavily made-up, a tan that definitely hadn’t come from sunshine and hair so straight and lustrous it almost defied belief. Mali’s self-consciousness went up another notch and she felt herself blushing as she stood there dressed in a shapeless smock-style linen dress, flat shoes, frizzy hair brushed but not styled, face free of cosmetics and her chunky, pale, hairy, lower legs on show.

Before Mali even had a chance to speak the receptionist called out “You’ll be here for the bikini waxing appointment then. Shannon’s waiting for you in Room Two, second door on the left.” The couple of other women waiting in the front of the salon looked up from their phones as Mali walked past, her face reddening further at the receptionist’s lack of discretion. Read more »

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 2 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [oc] [f48/m43]

On the entire walk through the hotel, Mistress April continued to berate me, and she wasn’t concerned if anyone else was in earshot. It was like she was inside my head, because the humiliation created a reaction that only led to further embarrassing opportunities.

“Are you getting aroused,” she questioned as two younger women looked on and giggled. “You are not normal boy.”

She absolutely knew it wasn’t possible for me to get an erection, as much as I wanted to, but the bulge caused by the steel, chastity tube and the prominent wet spot on the front of my shorts said otherwise. She reached up and grabbed my ear, pulling me towards the elevator to the parking lot. Inside we were alone again.

“This will be much more than you bargained for slave, you will be paying for every transgression – every grammatical error in your writing, every missed deadline for a task, everything,” she spoke as she reached in her bag and took out a small black book. “More than eight months of you fucking up is right here, and our first order of business is for you to pay for each of them.” Read more »

Discrete public punishment (BDSM)(femsub-solo)(kinky)

You specialise in discrete public punishment using the contradictions of my fear of exposure and my exhibitionism. I’ve never had anyone work on me the way you do.

I’m sure you have other submissives who you torment the same way you do me. In fact I like to think about that. I wonder who they are, what you make them do.

They are probably younger and prettier than me but I’m sure they are not so responsive not so perfectly suited to your particular methods.

The dildoes are heavily lubricated then held in place with elastic straps around my thighs. The straps flex so with each movement the thick shafts jostle in and out, agitating and teasing until I drip and my stocking tops are left soaked. I am scared others might smell my need or see the damp marks through my dark wool skirt.

My skirt covers it all in public but when you order the use of the larger dildoes or shorter skirt I am unable to sit and must be careful when I bend for fear of exposing myself. Those days are exhausting. Read more »

Humiliation RP part 2 [MMMMM] [CNC]

[Humiliation RP part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x6kqqr/humiliation_rp_part_one_mmmmm_cnc/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Quinn POV.

“Fuck.” I whispered, as I watched Jem jerk in Trent’s lap as he came just from the spanking.

“We should buy him a cock cage. He comes too fast.” Dorian muttered. I leaned over Roman’s lap to slap his knees.

“But I like that too much, just think of how many times we can make him come.” Rome whispered.

“Shut it, both of you, and watch.” I said, and concentrated on the scene. Trent was soothing Jem, but I knew the moment Jem came down from the high, the finesse would be gone. As expected, Trent’s face transformed. He threw Jem onto the bed, as if he was some filthy thing.

“You freaking whore. You came just from spanking.” Trent snapped. Jem turned to face Trent, his eyes filling rapidly.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t control myself.” Jem said, tears slipping from his eyes. I frowned. Is he really crying? Was it too much? I felt angry at myself for not being able to read him like I do with Rome and D. Read more »

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

Mali woke late, having slept soundly for the first time in months. Coming to in the tangle of her duvet she realised that she was still wearing the dress that she’d come home in last night from Freya and Seth’s. She recalled the drive home and managing to get in the front door of her house but after that exhaustion had overtaken her and quite how she’d gotten herself to bed she couldn’t remember.

As she emerged from sleep she became increasingly aware that she was badly in need of a shower. Her hair was a knotted mess and it, and her body, smelt strongly of her own stale sweat and urine. Mali felt herself flush with shame as she remembered her inability to control her bodily functions as Freya had spanked numerous orgasms out of her. Reaching down she tentatively touched her tender pussy, it still felt swollen and was sensitive to the point of painful.. Freya certainly had a fearsome ability to hit the right spot. The dull ache into her pelvis reminded her too of the weight she’d been forced to hold inside herself and later ordered to ‘birth’ out. Read more »

Humiliation RP part one. [MMMMM] [CNC]

Dorian POV.

We are waiting inside the bedroom in the play area for Jem. My hands twitched in excitement because I was going to see another man spank and humiliate Jem. I’m a sucker for Voyeurism whether it was to see my partners with each other or with stranger. Usually, I would make it my job to notice their discomfort if there was any.

Today I have to be even more careful because this is Jem, and I want him to be comfortable while exploring his kinks. I’d also warned Trent, our best friend, that if at any time Jem didn’t feel like it, he should stop everything or else he would face our wrath. Trent had played with us before, so I knew he would behave.

“Would he wear what we gave him?” Roman asked, rubbing his hands together, equally excited as I was.

“If he didn’t, we could change our plans.” I replied.

“What if we wore it, but didn’t like being humiliated?” Quinn enquired.

“He wrote it in his kinks. If he didn’t like it, we should stop the scene and have plain sex.” I said, taking his hands in mine and kissed them. “Stop fretting. I’m sure he would end it, if it’s too much.” Read more »

Please come again (exhibitionism)(femsub)(bdsm)

You meet me outside the restaurant. I am here to be punished and I have dressed as you ordered. My dark wispy hair is pulled up in a bun. I am wearing my glasses with the black frames that contrast so strongly with the pallor of my face.

My dress is dark crimson. Sleeveless with a high neck. It buttons on the front. Small hidden buttons from the neck to the skirt just below my knees. You made it very clear that the dress must button up at the front. You had me edge myself, my clitoris beneath my fingertips as I repeated the instruction back to you over the phone.

I am wearing black opaque stockings and black ballet flats. You were very clear that I was not permitted underwear. You had me repeat that instruction too. Over and over until I was whimpering and asking you to let me stop.

The restaurant is at the city limits. Quite remote. A classy place where anniversaries might be celebrated and dates taken to impress.

I step from the car. Without a brassiere I am very aware of the movement of my breasts against the close fitting fabric of the dress. I am not the kind of woman who can go without a bra unnoticed. Read more »

The Lottery: Part 2 [M+/F, FF, exhib, humil, WAM] [M18+, F18+]

The mayor strode back to the podium. As he walked, Eve prayed that the rumors she’d heard weren’t true, anf that the ritual would just end with them being stripped. But her worst fears were confirmed when he picked up the microphone and announced: “You may have sex with the winners!”

The crowd rushed the stage. Some people ran fast. Others were slowed by frantic decisions to disrobe and walk at the same time. Men were unzipping their flies and women were pulling their shorts to their knees or reaching under their dresses to take off panties. At the head of the crowd, Tessie Hutchinson nimbly scaled the stairs.

“Tessie!” exclaimed Jake.

“Jake!” smiled Tessie. “I was hoping you’d win. I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“M–me too!”

“I fantasized about making love to you here at the lottery. Good thing I came prepared.” Tessie pulled up the skirt of her cheerleading uniform to reveal that she had been going commando the whole time. At the sight of her bright red pubic hair, Jake’s overstimulated cock twitched and involuntarily ejaculated. It launched a stream of cum, which arced through the air and landed on Tessie’s chest. Read more »