Discussions of workplace violence, moderate impact play
Tag: Humiliation
Workplace Harassment (MF, impact play, con-noncon, humiliation)
Moderate impact play, workplace and public, allusions to adultery, age play and gender relations. Not meant to be upsetting, just a warning
The Christmas Present – Revised (M+/F, bound, toys, insertion, impact play, consensual abuse, rough, oral)
Her head hung limply as her nose dripped red and swollen, like a good holiday reindeer. She was exhausted, strung up in a swing and swivel that allowed easy access to any part of her body. Her arms were tightly tied behind her back, in garland and strands of Christmas lights, numb. Her tits were bound as well, swollen and reddish-purple. She drooled around the gag in her mouth, long strands of saliva trailing to the floor, making one of the two puddles under her. The other reeked of stale cum and piss, from her and others.
Her mouth wasn’t the only thing full, though a dildo gag filled her throat. Eighteen inches of slink weaved its way through her bowels, her guts stretched beyond all reasonable limits. A thick vibrator plugged her cunt with more strands and garland holding it inside her. The batteries inside it had died hours ago, long after any strength had left her body. Now she just hung, like the stockings but without care, an early Christmas present already broken.
Deanna, the Collector Ch2 [Fdom] [Msub] [BDSM] [Pain] [Pegging]
CH 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vn9yua/deanna_the_collector_ch1fdom_msub_humiliation/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vn9yua/deanna_the_collector_ch1fdom_msub_humiliation/)
I run down a set of marble stairs to the foyer and then into a living room with a massive sectional around a coffee table. In the corner, the long curtains call to me, and I hide amongst the folds.
A loud roar echoes through the house. “I’m coming for you, *bitch*! I’m going to smack that pretty little ass and then pound you into the fucking dirt.”
A rattle from the metal rings on the curtain rod alert me to the fact that I’m shaking. My heart beats at like a hummingbird’s but I can’t tell if it’s from fear or excitement.
She comes into the living room and takes a deep breath through her nose. “Oh, I can smell your fear, little boy.” She stomps over to me and yanks me from the curtains.
An involuntary yelp escapes me. I knew she would be strong, for a girl at least, but she tosses me to the couch as if I’m a throw pillow.
“Alright, bitch. Stick that ass out for your swipe.” I lean over the couch, but she huffs. “*Meh*. Not like that.”
Deanna, the Collector. Ch1[Fdom] [Msub] [Humiliation] [Feet] [Worship] [Plot] [No Sex]
I turn the corner and bump into big soft tits. I fall to my back and the academy’s number one bully, Deanna Charleston stands over me.
“Watch where you’re going!” Her emerald eyes burn under pierced eyebrows. Black curls fall over one shoulder since she shaved the other side to the scalp.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.” I jump to my feet and bow. “Please, forgive me.”
Her arms fold under her breasts. “You’re that Fairfield kid, aren’t you?”
I bow deeper. “Yes.”
“Come over to my house after school.”
*What? Go to her house?* “I… I don’t know where you live.”
“Not interested in excuses, bitch. If you’re not there when I get home, I’ll beat your ass tomorrow.” She walks off and my eyes can’t unglue from her ass.
Dressed in a tight corset, mini-skirt and fishnet stocking, all of which have to break dress code, her plump ass cheeks peek out from under the skirt.
Why the fuck would Deanna, the Queen of Mean, want me to go to her house? *And how am I going to find her house? Wait! Didn’t she say I need to be there when she gets home?*
The Depraved Photographer [FM]
Beth was in dire need of headshots for her new blossoming career in modeling. She’d met a promising agent and all she needed was a solid photoshoot to get her name out there.
After an exhaustive search, most out of her price range, she noticed a great deal from a new headshot startup. She reached out to the photographer for some samples. What she received was pretty good. The price was suspiciously low, but she figures he’s just starting out and might need to build his client list. Cash was tight and samples were good, so she went ahead and booked a shoot.
A few days later Beth heads to the address the photographer gave her. She is a bit unsettled as she turns into an abandoned business park. There are no cars, no running businesses, and some of the windows were broken. The windows from suite 400, the one she was given, were intact but completely blacked out. There was no telling what was inside.
She drove by slowly, and she felt in her gut that something isn’t quite right. But she parks, gets out, and walks to the door anyway. She gives it a weak knock just to tell herself she tried.
How a threesome with my timid girlfriend turned into a humiliating twosome [MFM]
I should preface this story by telling you how much I love my girlfriend, Sophia. She’s funny, cute, a bit of a nerd and an absolute delight to be around. People seem to think she’s a bit shy, probably due to her rather small stature. However, knowing and loving her as I do, I couldn’t disagree more. Hiding beneath her somewhat timid manners, curly red hair and freckles, is an adventurous, young woman with an almost insatiable need to explore herself.
It should be no surprise that she was the one to suggest a threesome. After having spent about half a year together, she admitted to fantasizing about inviting another person into our bedroom. I was more reluctant at first, but she kept bringing it up in our dirty talk and the idea started growing on me. She was mostly talking about inviting another woman but would sometimes also fantasize about another guy.
[22M] I’d love to be cheated on or share my girlfriend
I’d like to roleplay a scenario around this. You can either be the girlfriend or the other man who she is cheating on me with. Or if youd just like to chat about the subject I’m open for that.
One example of a scenario can be that I have a friend who you’ve always found attractive. One day you decide to act on it. A long night of drinking together led to the three of us left at home after everyone else left. I begin to get sleepy and things begin to escalate. I may end up waking up and seeing it or I may end up never knowing. Alot of the major details depend on where we bring it.
It can either be something along the line of cuckolding where I end up being in the same room as it is happening or it can be something that I eventually find out about.
I’m open to all ideas and kinks. My kinks do not have to all be involved with the story.
I’m not looking for something that is just sex. I’m looking to build a story first eventually getting there. I’m looking a well written descriptive storyline. I’m open to discussing details or plots before starting.
Dreaming of Chains and Whips (Female, Fantasies, Masturbation, BDSM)
The sound of the running water filled the bathroom. Wafting plumes of heavy steam rose up from the tub, coiling and curling about her body as she observed herself in the mirror.
Her name was Clara Ellison, and she was pretty normal on the face of it. Of course, she knew that most people would describe themselves as pretty normal. It would be weird not to, right? Or then again, maybe she was just fooling herself and she wasn’t normal at all? What really was normal anyway?
Clara sighed and tried to start again.
Her name was Clara Ellison and she was – as far as anyone else knew – a pretty normal girl. She’d only recently turned eighteen, she lived with her parents in a small town on the edge of nowhere. She’d done okay in school. She was no genius but she had gotten by. She had friends, goals, and her whole life ahead of her.
According to her family, her future was so bright that it was shining but she suspected that would have said that anyway. Clara had one great talent, but she was self-aware enough to know that it wasn’t her intelligence,
It’s a Sin – Part 1 (DubCon, Date Rape, Repressed Lesbian, Oral)
Ivy spent the whole morning trying to focus on her studies Monday, but it hadn’t helped any more than praying for forgiveness in her church the morning before. Nothing could put the guilt of what she’d done with Anna on Friday out of her mind. It hadn’t just been stupid – it had also been a sin. Even worse than either of those things was how good it had felt though. People had seen – they had to have. Even now they might be gossiping from one to the other that Ivy the Ice Queen had made out with another girl at a party. By the end of the week it would be all over school, and in a couple more weeks someone in her bible study group or one of her sisters might hear about it. She shuddered at the thought. She was an 18 year old senior in high school. People should be talking about how smart she was as a freaking honor student, or how well she’d done at the last track meet, not how hot she looked with Anna Palmer’s tongue in her mouth.