repressed whore is still repressed [MF]

Some background and description because it might matter to you:
I’m a 26F, 1.65m, 57kg.
Ren (fake name) is a 28M, around 1.8m.
we’re both physically fit people who workout.

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The first time I felt like Ren might be up to something was when he walked over to my desk to discuss some work stuff. He knelt beside me and positioned himself beyond what is a normally comfortable and acceptable maximum distance to keep from a co-worker of another gender, his knees grazing my thighs, and launched into a discussion.

I tried to follow whatever he was saying while trying to subdue the embarrassing sensation of keenly feeling a small part of his body on mine, while trying to silence dozens of questions about his abnormal behaviour. they threatened to fill my mind entirely and block out the work discussion.
1. There was no need for him to come so close to talk to me – it wasn’t a confidential discussion and there weren’t people around us that we’d disturb from discussing it at normal volume and physical distance;
2. We sit directly opposite each other, our desks separated by a short cubicle wall. honestly, he could have just stood up to talk to me.
3. Did he even notice that he was being abnormally close and that I was shy about it from my obvious blush that’s making my ears and cheeks boil right now?

An insane asulym

So this is a scene I got to plan mostly myself. I have had a fantasy of being in a kinky insane asylum. It was a fantasy built on fear during my early 20ies. I have always been afraid to act on this fantasy until now. I think I feel ready. 

For the scene we have one of our empty storage rooms ready. In there is nothing, but a mattress, small table, bucket and any kinky equipment that we are using. 

The scene starts in our living room. I am on the couch with messy hair and making myself shake as I hold my head and mumble about  how Finland does not exist. It’s a conspiracy theory that originates from reddit. Weird stuff, but fits since I am from Finland. 

Master enters the room wearing a white drs coat. “I was informed you need some help,” he says coming up to me. I start kicking and screaming like a maniac. 

S.O.L. Games Level 2: “Web Design” 1/2 (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [mf][nc][rape][Mdom][sadism]

**Don’t start at this chapter! See the comments below for the reading order!**

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. Teachers and high school seniors abducted and forced into extreme sex games on a remote island replica of their school. Episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc.*

*In this one, I choose my crush, a mean plump goth girl. The choice is driven by the hope that an experienced slut can handle the situation better than others, but I also want to break the unbreakable girl who always thought herself out of my league.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Final Subjugation of a Defeated Princess (Commission) (Fantasy) (BDSM) (Piercing) (Defeated Heroine) (All characters 20+)

Darc was the envoy for the Empire of Cargaga. Prized for his loyalty, his intelligence and his absolute devotion to the crown and to the king who wore it. This was why out of all of the men who served the king, he alone had been sent to the land of Narvek, the so-called Empire of Tears.

The man in charge was called Kroven. Not born to royalty, Kroven had taken it with the edge of his sword. He’d forged a dozen tribes into a single faction and led them out to set fire to the world. They were not currently anywhere close to the borders of Cargaga, but that might change in as little time as a decade. Darc was tasked to find out their intentions.

He was currently being escorted towards a private room where Kroven waited for him. The two guards were tough and intimidating but Darc felt no fear.

Outside of the room, one held out a hand for his weapon.

“Your sword.”

“I have none,” Darc said.. The massive man gave him a look, as if despairing at the stupidity of foreigners who did not even know to travel armed.

A pet diary – Pet in the wild [f32][M38][HUML][Sub] – Part 2

(Previous part on my profile)
I entered the club feeling what half an hour of having my ass stretched feels like. What earlier was limiting my moves and making me walk weird was now starting to feel raw. The before-The-Pod Jess would have quit immediately, well, wouldn’t have started at all, most likely. This Jess, the pet Jess, was not a quitter. I wouldn’t be able to stay for very long, I knew, but maybe I could cross one more off the list or, if nothing else, at least ready the way for another day.

As I made my way to the bar, the look of men (and some women) was encouraging.

“What are you having, honey,” the waitress yelled over the loud music.

She was beautiful. She wore an overall that didn’t manage to cover her bra and left enough gap to be able to peek at the top of her panties.

“Vodka Sprite,” I replied while wiggling around, trying to find a bearable position for my butt.

“You totally pull off the bald look,” she continued as she poured my drink.

“Thank you! You are gorgeous yourself.”

The Slave Contract, Part Three (Slave) (Freeuse) (toys) (Electro-play) (Domination) (All characters 20+)

“Who’s next up?”

“That would be me,” A blond woman pushed herself to her feet. Around her, the waiting room was sterile and dull. A false plant had been placed to one side in the hope that it would introduce some life to the place.

It did not.

The interviewer led her into a smaller room. There was a desk there, and a series of chairs. Two more people were waiting, a man and a woman. They were dressed well, and each bore a vaguely plastic-looking expression of welcome on their face.. They had already talked to several people today and after her, they would talk to several more. She sat down carefully, brushing her dark skirt as she settled.

“You’re Lynna Richards, yes?”

“That’s right,” Lynna said. She smiled at them, though her heart was not fully in it. She was torn with a doubt that she carefully did not allow to show on her face. “I sent you my CV earlier.”

“Ah yes,” The man said. “You were a secretary at one of the big offices, weren’t you?”

The Slave Contract, Part Two (Slave) (Freeuse) (Contract) (Toys) (All characters 20+)

One month ago, Lynna had sold herself to her flatmates.

It had been a logical choice; she’d just lost her job as a secretary and the rent was due. There were five of them there, three guys and two girls including herself. When she had admitted that she was not able to pay her share of it, one of those guys – a small man named Trevor – had suggested a form of alternative payment.

Despite her shock, Lynna had found herself intrigued. She’d never been a conservative woman when it came to sex. The idea of being used in this way was very interesting to her. And the others agreed that they would cover her rent. Actually, they would cover it even if she didn’t agree. But Trevor was the most wealthy one and he had agreed to cover half of it on his own if she did. Her roommates were her friends and she didn’t want to be a bother to them if she could avoid it. The logical choice was to simply agree and-

No.

[TF/TG] Caught in the Act

A Commission for Rosenile on DeviantArt

You stare at the outfit, meticulously planned and laid out across the bed. Your wife had finished putting it together not long before she left to meet her girlfriends and you have been staring at it ever since. The centrepiece was a gorgeous chiffon dress, orchid purple and with a flowing skirt and deep V neckline. You had ached with jealousy watching her try it, along with a dozen others, yesterday afternoon at the mall. She always insisted you come with her when she went shopping, not because she needed you to pay, but because she needed an audience. Sonya loves to play dress up, even now that she’d reached her thirties; hiding your jealousy at her freedom to do so took more will power than you would ever openly admit.

You run your fingers across the smooth fabric of the sash, imagining what it would feel like cinched at your own waist. How the dark heels she’d paired with it would feel against the soles of your feet. You smile, knowing that soon you would no longer be wondering. Sonya had left almost twenty minutes ago; the coast was clear.

The Slave Contract (BDSM) (Freeuse) (Slave) (Domination) (Contract) (All characters 20+)

It started when she lost her job. It wasn’t really her fault that it happened; she worked as a secretary for some big business and the higher ups had made a bit of a miscalculation when it came to what would sell and what would not. Naturally, it wasn’t them who suffered when the budget had to be tightened. A bunch of the smaller workers were let go to save money, accountants, lower level managers and, yes, secretaries.

One of them was Lynna.

She was twenty five years old and had worked in the city for most of her life; she had a positive working relationship, a good income and an apartment that she shared with several roommates. Everything was going well for her until the news hit, and then suddenly, nothing was.

The apartment that she shared with the others was both large and expensive, and until a couple of hours ago, she would have considered it a sign of her success. Now she was sitting in her room, staring at the mirror, wondering how she would make the rent.

How a threesome with my timid girlfriend turned into a humiliating twosome (Part 4) [MFM]

I was in complete shock. Here I was, sitting in my chair, looking into my girlfriend’s beautiful brown eyes. Moans were escaping her lips, as she was bent over by my friend, helplessly submitting to him. My heart was beating fast, blood rushing into my face as I was forced to witness how she came on his cock, right in front of me. She had always been so innocent… and now she was letting this asshole defile her, treat her like a complete slut.

He had made Sophia do things that would have been unimaginable for her just a couple of days ago. First, he had fingerfucked her, choked her and forced her to call him ‘daddy’, just to humiliate her. Then he had fucked her, right in front of me. Making her admit how much she loved his cock. Making her beg just so that she could cum. Now he made her dress in sexy lingerie for him, something she would never even have considered for me. He had pushed me completely to the side and taken over, bending her over our dinner table and given her the fuck of her life. And she seemed to love every second of it,