Chained up and seeded by a Goblin. [M/F] [NC] [Fantasy] [Breeding] [Impreg]

Opening your eyes you found yourself restrained, with your arms chained above your head to a large boulder. You were covered in small cuts and bruises as if you’d been dragged naked through the forest, which considering your current predicament, is probably exactly what happened. Your joints were stiff and you were sore all over but the cold iron shackles were not to be negotiated with.

The last thing you remember was riding through the forest alone on your horse, a sharp pain in the back of your head, then nothing. It was still light out so it couldn’t have been too long since your usual morning ride. Warm sunlight beamed down on your exposed skin through clouds and the towering pine trees. It was such a nice day out you’d decided to take a longer path through the woods, and explore the lands around your father’s castle. After all, you’d inherit the kingdom soon and you wanted to be aware of what lay in your domain. If you made it out of here alive that is.

New Employee Hazing [humiliation] [group] [free use] [creampie] [female POV]

I had heard about the hazing that would come at the holiday party. I expected it as the newest member of the office. I’d only been there a couple weeks before their biggest office party of the year. Everyone kept talking about it and insinuated i would thoroughly enjoy it. There was always something sinister behind their comments but I assumed it would be classic office hazing.

I was wrong.

The night came and I wore a green silky slip dress. The material was loose, but clung in the right places. The spaghetti straps and deep v neckline showed off perfectly my cleavage. I swept up my red hair into a low bun with wispy bangs loose in the front. The way the material of the dress clung to my body, undergarments weren’t a good idea. The dress fell just above my knees, so I wasn’t worried about exposing myself to my coworkers. I’d be mortified!

When I walked in, I went up to a small circle of people I knew. “Who are all of these people? I’ve never seen some of these people before!”

Taken Hostage [FM, Str8, bdsm, Mdom, oral, semi-nc]

“Stroke it,” Nick ordered her, on his knees straddling her, pinning her to the bed. He towered above her as she contorted to reach down and grab his cock, longing to run her fingers down his abs as he pushed into her instead, but doing what she was told. She immediately ached at the feel of him in her hand, rigid but so soft and warm. “Oh yeah baby, I’m close,” he moaned, eyes closed and hips thrusting into her hand. She stopped instantly and looked up at him desperately. He opened his eyes and stared down punishingly. She could see his entire body tense up with barely-contained anger and the need for release. She braced herself for punishment, but he saw the look on her face and couldn’t help laughing at her panicking, pleading eyes. She bit her lips and stared up at him, trying to seduce him into giving her what she wanted. She opened her mouth to whisper his name but he raised his hand and she flinched. “You better not be about to speak,” he growled. His attitude toward her could change instantly, constantly reminding her that she was at his whim. He saw the desperation on her face and laughed again. “You want this?” he asked her. She nodded silently, barely containing a moan but panting heavily, hoping.

[MF] Depths – noncon, sadism, semi-public, degradation, breathplay, violence

The pool’s always empty when Hallie gets there – it’s one of the advantages of coming to train at the very earliest or very latest time slots. She doesn’t mind other people, sure, but screaming kids or splashing seniors don’t really make great background noise when she needs to focus hard on her speed and technique. She’s lucky her building has a pool; few in the area do, but it was one of the most important factors when she picked her apartment. It’s not the fanciest facility, but she doesn’t need it to be, not really. She just needs the water and some space.

She’s been at it for an hour when she notices. It’s so easy to get lost in the rhythm of swimming laps that she usually spaces out or becomes entirely unaware of anything that isn’t her muscles and breath. But as soon as it registers that there’s someone sitting on the side of the pool, it nags at the edges of her awareness even as she tries to ignore it.

Experienced Aussie from the [M]usic [F]estival

Long time lurker, first time poster because I figure in an effort to remember these exciting encounters that are now years behind me I should at least write *one* of them here before it’s a lost memory.

When I was in my early twenties I had a bit of a wild ride (pun intended) with dating and hook-up culture. I spent my adolescence being the social nerd, a goody-two-shoes, girl-next-door type that no one was interested in, despite my yearning… and then suddenly, without warning, in my twenties guys were interested in me. I didn’t feel like I had changed at all, so I was a bit blindsided by the attention. Physically I suppose I was bustier than most but I was had never really lacked in that department, as was proven by the boys in high school who would stare at my chest rather than look at my face. Maybe more time on this planet gave me confidence? Maybe I finally got over my ex? Who knows.

The Butler Pt 2(MF, Extreme age gap, humiliation, spanking)

Part 2. This is pure fantasy. In real life all kinks and power exchanges should have 100% enthusiastic participants. Feedback is welcomed. I have a few ideas in my head but kind of writing this as I go along so if you have an idea of what you would like to see let me know and I may incorporate it.

The Butler (Extreme age gap, spanking, watersports, MF) from eroticliterature

The sound of someone opening my door wakes me from my sleep. My muscles ache from being held in place for so long. The stinging in my ass has long gone away so that’s good.

“Good morning, Alicia,” The soft spoken voice of our housekeeper, Judith, greets me.

Judith has been on staff for about ten years now. She’s forty five years old with shoulder length blonde hair. Her body is thin with small breasts but she has a nice hour glass shape on her. Quite an attractive woman and I’m surprised she never married or had someone. I’ve never heard her mention any hints of a lover she may have.

The Free-Use Contract (M/M/M/F/F) (Domination)

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.

Lyra’s Obsession – The Crystal

Lyra was pushed by the crowd onto the train. Crammed into a heaving mass of bodies, her position was right next to the door, shoved uncomfortably next to the window, lost in a maze of busy people. Today was a long journey, it would be painful for the next few hours in the position but she would have to bear it so she could reach her destination.

Today was the last day of the contract and she had to be wary. Jostled along, the train began to move and with it it’s passengers, the air already hot and overbearing with the body heat crowded into the train. It was subtle at first, a stray hand brushing against her skirt, then a creeping finger along the hem of her shirt. By a few minutes into the journey, the lone hand belonging to a stranger had begun tracing the outline of her it

She was intrigued, the brazen hand in a public train in front of so many people. She tried to turn around but no avail, the bodies around her and the wandering hand keeping her pressed up against the window, trapped between the people all she could see what the quickly disappearing cityscape outside the glass. Instinctually she put up a barrier, a wall locking the two of them behind it and now invisible to the outside world.

The Bonuses, Part 2 [MF / FF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [humiliation] [public] (2,673 words)

**The Bonuses, Part 2**

***Author’s Note****: I shared Part 1 of The Bonuses with this subreddit a while ago. I appear to be having trouble linking to that post, but I’ll attempt to drop it in the first comment.*

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She was a slut. She was a whore. Reagan couldn’t believe the things she had done that night at the Grand Lodge of Pan, in front of all those men. Every time she thought about it, she felt so filled with shame that she could think of nothing else.

She had exposed her breasts. She had let men feel her pussy and her tits. She had let her school guidance counsellor, Mr Riggs, push his fingers into her cunt, in front of a whole room full of men.

She wanted to hide. She wanted to die.

But there were three truths that she couldn’t ignore.

The first was the $300 bonus she had been paid for what she had done. It had bought her a gorgeous new lavender dress – a dress that made her look beautiful, a dress that made her look *rich*, as if her family were not even now sinking into poverty. That $300 bonus was occupying a lot of her mind – and she kept thinking about whether she could earn another.

Mighty MILF – Chapter Two [Public], [Humiliation], [ENF]

“Excellent work out there, Mighty Woman,” the man said. “I’m glad to see you back in the field.”

Michelle grimaced. A few hours having passed since the battle, she found herself in a military base near the capital. Her costume had mostly repaired itself, and her womb had mostly been drained of the villain’s seed, but her stomach was still somewhat swollen. Almost immediately after the battle, she had been ordered there for a debriefing, and a conversation with Malcolm Maddison. Head of the Department of Superhuman Affairs, he was a tall, muscular man with a handsome face and a bald head.

“Well, I’m just glad I could help,” Michelle replied.

“You’d sound more heroic if you smiled when you said things like that,” Malcolm said with a laugh. “You haven’t cracked one since you got here.”

Michelle crossed her arms. It was easy for him to say that. These suits didn’t need to fly into the field to do any real work, and they’d certainly never been publicly humiliated and violated like she had.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m not looking to sound heroic,” she muttered.

“So, I take it you’ll be retiring again?” he asked.