Tag: Humiliation

mommy massages your prostate

Every day Mommy crawls into my bed, sticks her hand in my pants, and slides a finger into my butthole. She’ll whisper into my ear while I ask her to stop until it’s done. Except this morning.

Since I’ll be returning to college and our family reunion is coming up, Mommy says privacy is a luxury I can no longer afford. She has elected to begin exposing the way she forces me to orgasm to friends and family in case it becomes necessary or convenient, starting with my older sister

When I came downstairs, mommy told me to present myself to her so I removed my pants and underwear. My penis hung between my legs as I bent over the table across from my sister. She was eating breakfast and was less than enthusiastic about being Mommy’s first witness beyond the schadenfreude of my humiliation

As I did, mommy spread my cheeks apart and I felt the cold sensation of lube being applied to my asshole. My sister looked at my penis resting on the table, erect for all my protests. She laughed when a soft moan escaped as I felt the chilly finger probe inside my anus Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 4 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

He rolled over and reached for his phone, the same way he did every morning. 6:15AM. Within a second, he received what looked like a duplicate notification on his lock screen. The subject line was unassuming enough, simply ‘What’s Next.’ He was still wiping the sleep from his eyes when panic set in. The second message at 6:15AM was just as she said, to his work email address. He quickly unlocked the phone, glanced over the message and replied ‘yes Mistress’ in an effort to make sure the next part of her threat didn’t come to light.

He then composed himself as much as possible, and re-read the message. As he read the steps, it was the first time he truly felt the pain of the chastity pouch in which he was locked. His cock always swelled when he was given orders to follow, this time it felt as if it was being ripped to shreds as it tried. He showered, prepped and packed the bag just as he was told. The previous night, he hadn’t realized how little the hotel robe actually covered up only landing about midway on his thigh. He again passed no one in the halls, and the changes at the front desk went remarkably easy. The elevator door opened, he got in and pressed 15. When he arrived on the floor, he stood in front of the door and breathed deeply. He wasn’t sure what the fate was behind that door, but he knew it was his only option. Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 3 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

On the walk back to his room, he didn’t see anyone in the hallway. He opened his door, went inside and exhaled. So many emotions were running through him right now. He was filled with shame over all of the events that just took place and the situation he had put himself in, fear over what could happen if that video ever found it’s way to his personal social media and lastly he was somewhat aroused by the thought of having given up all control of his life. As he slid under the tightly pulled covers of the hotel bed, his head was absolutely spinning.

Her on the other hand was in a completely different headspace. She laid in bed with her phone buzzed from the alcohol and endorphins replaying that look of complete fear that washed over his face on more than one occasion. She had even captured it on video, but there was no substitute for seeing it in person. In her scrolling of Instagram, she even uncovered his fake account which she’d so much light on his desires, and after a few minutes looking through his likes, she was reassured that she couldn’t have picked a better victim. Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 2 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.

She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.

“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.” Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 1 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]

She sat at the end of the bar playing with a half-melted ice cube inside of a rocks glass. She checked into the hotel earlier, but was still wearing the sweats she had been wearing on the plane. She had flown into Chicago for an industry trade show, and knew she had a few busy days ahead. She alternated between people watching in the lobby and watching the Cubs play the Mets on the lobby TV – anything she could do keep from picking up her phone and scrolling. She always loved business travel, it gave her a chance to feel free again. It had always been that way for her – there was something about that moment she passed through the security gates at Newark Airport that felt freeing. This was only heightened over the past few years as the work-from-home culture had taken hold at her company – she’d only been to the office about 20 times in 24 months, a far cry from the four days per week she was used to pre March 2020. Read more »

Her New Room, Part 13 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [F34/M41]

“Twenty-five more to go,” she said firmly as she stepped back. “What kind of cruel Goddess would I be, if I didn’t follow through on my punishments.” She seemed to say that last line with purpose, but he wasn’t sure why. She walked away and came back with a stack of papers. “I wanted a preview of one of your stories for our session, and I opened your notepad file last week – I had no idea you vented in a journal,” she saw in his eyes that he was nervous as she spoke the words. “You leave absolutely no doubt that you think of me as a Goddess, and that makes me feel so sexy and amazing.”

He felt some relief, but wasn’t sure where this was going; the one thing he did know is that he never wrote a negative thing about her, so unless she was making it up for play, there would be nothing of the sort. Read more »

Neekanah, Huntress Enslaved – Ch. 01 [Intro] [Scifi] [BDSM] [Submissive] [Humiliation] [More tags listed for future chapters]

### Introduction

Just wanted to test the waters in this subreddit and see if anyone might be interested in a story I’ve been writing off and on… Chapters 2 and 3 are ready to post here if there’s interest. Here’s the original disclaimer that I posted with its publication on Literotica:

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*This story has been a work in progress for the past month, and future chapters delve into a lot of rather fringe fetishes, be warned. Some aspects of this tale celebrate tropes I enjoy, including preposterous ‘menwritingwomen’ memes, as well as ideas and themes from science fiction movies, shows, and games.*

*The tale is heavily inspired by heroine in peril and damsel in distress themes going back to the early days of sci-fi/horror filmmaking and comic books of the 1920s – the 1960s. While it starts slow in section 1, it gets much more obscene in future chapters. If that prospect doesn’t appeal to you, it’s probably wise to skip this bizarre rabbit hole!*

*Some story tags and fetishes appearing in future chapters:* Read more »

Judge, Jury and Executrix, Part 4 [BDSM] [Femdom] [kidnap] [torture] [fantasy] [oc] [F40/M40]

Each second of the timer counting down felt like an hour. He had sat there with so many questions running through his mind, the biggest one of all being was this even real. As if in a totally different universe, the thirty minutes for her flew by as she made all of the last minute preparations for what was next. She placed the prison uniform, size XL, on the table in the middle of the main downstairs room. Along with it, she included a pair of standard issue, women’s panties and a stainless steel chastity device – she was not above adding some additional humiliation to the situation. The last thing she did before heading back upstairs was to put on her favorite black strap on under her skirt – there was something about the power she drew from it that made her feel like a superwoman, and right now, she wanted that feeling.

As she walked back into the room, she could tell that he was nervous. The time left alone with his thoughts had the desired effect as his cockiness was replaced with the fear, and that fear was palpable. Read more »

[MF] First months of orgasm denial for my girlfriend

My (M) partner (F) shared early on in our relationship her fantasy of orgasm denial.
In the beginning it was tricky, it was hard for me to really feel that I was pleasing her when she was not allowed to orgasm, especially since she always took such great care of me. But overtime I have finally understood that she enjoyed being edged and denied far more than when she was allowed to orgasm. She explained it as offering her most inner desire and need to me, to do with as I please. In a sense it’s the most romantic gift that I can be given, to be in full control of her pleasure. Read more »

Volleyball Season [F22/F23] [strapon] [ass eating] [light humiliation]

Carol Lane leapt through the air. Her tall skinny form made a perfect arch, her small breasts strained against her tight shirt, her feet pointed behind her, her hand stretched high. Then she snapped her body forward like a whip. Her hand struck the volleyball popped her way perfectly. It sang as it torpedoed through the air, over the net, only to be stopped dead in its tracks and drop down to her side of the court with a disappointing dut dut dut. The whistle to end the game followed shortly after.

Carol’s feet touched ground and she stumbled forward, right into a familiar form that was already ducking under the net. Bruhmilda Abrahams was the captain of the Lady Hawks, an all girls volleyball club and current league favorites. She had a thick bush of curly red hair that she never bothered to tie up despite the fact that it bounced all around her face during a game, long shapely legs, muscular arms, and a rack that every athletically built girl could only dream of. She was also Carol’s biggest rival on the court. Read more »