Tag: Humiliation

Size Swap

Disclaimer: This is fiction.

Bella, was pyrokinetic witch. She wore purple robes and had purple hair. She was very self-conscious about her boob size. She was very flat like in between a-cup and b-cup. She was made fun off growing up due to that fact. She was ashamed of them. Despite that she was very attractive. One day it would change.

Bella walked into the forest and suddenly a man walked into her. He was a wizard and wore red robes.

He spoken “You walked into me my lady. As punishment I want sex. By the way my name is Mark.”

Bella rolled her eyes. She felt like this guy just thrown misogyny at her. She could’ve burned him to a crisp but she just felt he lots of magical abilities that she couldn’t defend herself from.

Bella, without hesitation gone to her knees and pulled Mark’s trousers and underwear down. She was greeted with a massive 8-inch (20.32cm) dick. She just was reminded of her boobs and how small they where but she just got on with it. She touched it with her right-hand then slowly stroke it up and down. She slowly gone faster and faster. Read more »

My 19 years in BDSM lifestyle

I’d like to share some experience, ideas, and tips I’ve put together after about 19 years of dominating my sissies. This is all my personal experience, so it won’t apply to everyone
. Firstly, I need to share that we aren’t in a 24/7 Domme-sub relationship. That doesn’t interest me or my BF. My BF came to me about 4 ½ years ago and confessed some of his desires for femdom sex, and I decided to entertain it with him. It’s been a lot of fun, but I’m not making it a “lifestyle”, although we do have some “extended” sessions, which I’ll detail later in this post. Its something we do for fun in the bedroom (well, not always in the bedroom). We still have frequent “vanilla” sex, he’s actually quite good at it. :) That being said, I’m not here to pass judgement on anyone else, or pretend to be an expert on the subject of BDSM. My current BF is the only person I’ve played with like this, but we’ve learned a lot about femdom by experimenting, reading, and talking to each other. A good portion of these ideas and suggestions were his idea, and many are mine. Some may think that this is topping from the bottom, but I don’t take it too seriously. This is all just in good fun for us.
Also, even though I talk about some of the stuff below being “forced”, that’s not to imply he hasn’t consented. We always have a safeword, and we discuss generalities before we decide on trying something new (although I do definitely surprise him with new activities to push his limits). Also, keep safety in mind with any activity. Not all of this is safe for every couple or every person. So, with all that out of the way, lets get to it!
I approach femdom by classifying activities into 4 categories, then I put them together for an experience. The categories I use are: Degradation/Humiliation, Pain and Control, Frustration/Teasing, and Service. I’ll go over activities in each then describe how I put them together.
        DEGRADATION/HUMILIATION  Read more »

Forced to beg to be used [Mf] [begging] [blowjob] [persistence] [humiliation] [light blackmail] [reluc]

Dora sat at her favorite cafe, coffee in hand as she gazed out longingly, waiting for him to walk by. She checked her digital watch – only two mins left. He would pass by at approximately 6:39pm, with his platinum blonde hair flowing in the wind and his sparkly blue eyes looking purposefully ahead. She had been eyeing him up for a few weeks and was excited to finally ask him. She needed to. Surely he couldn’t say no.

One minute left. She speedily sipped the last of her coffee as she stared out the window.

Any second now.

There.

She couldn’t help but stare at his chest – he was wearing a tight fit white T-shirt with a black DETECTIVE coat on top. The shirt clung to him. His pants clung to his bulge. So much visible yet so hidden…She licked her lips and waited for him to walk past the door, then made her way out.

She knew that he was walking to the tram stop, and that he’d soon travel through a secluded alleyway shortcut to the tram stop, where he’d wait about 6 minutes for his next bus. The buses were rarely so precise – not as precise as him – but that was the average waiting time. Read more »

Bungalow Fourteen [MF] (long)

“Fuu–!” was all I could muster before his mouth was on mine, his tongue teasing my own again inside my mouth. The weight of him pressed me deeper than I’ve ever been in any mattress, and the strength of those hot, penetrating fingers and their come-hither motion across my most delicious parts already had me at the precipice of a climax that had been building since the moment he told me his mother took a champagne cork to the back of the skull.

Even through the cacophony of primal sexual gratification that overtook me at that moment, there was enough of a rational mind left to wonder, *just how the fuck did all this happen?*

My name is Jen. I’m a white American female; 36 and unattached at the time of this story, which occurred about six years ago (that makes me 42 now, math champs). Never married, no kids. My occupation both then and now involves traveling to major cities throughout the Midwestern US acting as a kind of liaison/negotiator between my employer and the various city governments in that region. My day-to-day is a lot of traveling and working lunches/hotel lobby drinks/just *talkingtalkingtalking* with various city government officials and trying to think of new and clever ways to tell them, “ha, yeah, no.” I take care of myself and I like to think that I look young for my age. If you need a celebrity-I-most-resemble for the film inside your head, I used to get Hope Davis a lot, but then Hope Davis played Hillary Clinton–OLD Hillary Clinton–so then I started insisting that they probably just meant to say Laura Linney instead. Read more »

Forced insemination [ CNC, breeding, d/s, exhibitionist, medical]

It was how all her tasks were tailored. They gave her what she wanted and they bent her will, reminding her every single day who really owned her soul and her body. Six months ago, she had been ordered to remove her IUD. She had hated having that thing inside her. At 30, her deepest desire was to have a baby. It was what every instinct inside her screamed. She was reminded of the time when she had been ordered to have the IUD inserted. She had obeyed, spreading her legs for the gynaecologist and grudgingly accepting the tearing pain as her cervix was dilated and the device was inserted inside her body, robbing her of choice over her own womb. She had cried tears of mortification and pain. It had been the most painful experience of her life. This had been five years ago; she was 25 then.

Once again, on another ordinary day, she had unceremoniously been asked to get the IUD removed. She had been unwilling to go through the pain (again), but she had obeyed. It took longer than it should have. The device was lodged in too deep. She smiled in her pain as she remembered the hard sex she so enjoyed. As the doctor pulled inside her, causing her to wince, she tried to calm her mind reminding herself of the pleasure she was now paying for. Unwittingly, it had made her wet. Read more »

Meeting [M]y first G[F] for the first time in years, part III

Firstly, thank you all for the feedback, I read all of it and considered it. Some of it was useful and constructive, some was critical but non judgemental, and some was harsh but fair.

So it’s been a while since posts and I’ve gone to write updates several times, but a lot has been happened since so I thought I’d save it for one post.

I’ll start by saying that, though I tried at first to cut my ex, things have since changed and we’re basically fucking whenever my wife is at work and sexting all other times. Read on if you want to know about how we got there….

After retrieving my wife’s underwear and putting them in the wash with some of my clothes to prevent her from noticing, I got a message from Kat.

K: So, how do I become worthy

T: You can’t, sorry. Not gonna happen again

K: I think I can, didn’t you see how willing I can be…

At this point, I decided to take a different tack to this approach, try to take the power back, even if it meant causing a little hurt. I also decided it was best to switch to a more discrete messaging service which unsurprisingly, she had. Read more »

Submissive Saturday part 2: Adventures in public humiliation [MF][blowjob][public]

The first Saturday of Sarah letting me use her body how I pleased was absolutely amazing. When I woke up I told her I wanted her to suck my cock while I ate breakfast. Without hesitation she was under the table with her big lips wrapped around my shaft bobbing her head. I gave her a facial and told her I wanted her to keep my cum on her face while she ate. Once again she did just as I told her.

The rest of the day we tried to carry on as usual. We went out for lunch with Josh and Alexa, a couple we were friends with. During lunch I sat next to Sarah in a booth seat, as I instructed she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties under her white dress. Sarah’s nipples were rock hard and poking through the thin fabric, Josh and Alexa absolutely noticed. I could see Josh sneaking glances the whole time, it turned me on knowing he probably wanted to fuck her. At one point I reached up Sarah’s dress and started rubbing her pussy, I could tell she was nervous to be caught but at the same time she was getting very wet. We continued talking to Josh and Alexa while Sarah tried not to shift around in her seat too much. At one point Josh gave me a knowing look, and I was pretty sure he knew what we were doing under the table. Read more »

The Equipment Manager S01E03 (M/M, dubcon)

So, I know what you’re expecting. At least, I think I do. You figure that now, after my uh… conversation… with Avery, that everything just fell into place and I started fucking every guy on the football team. Looking back, I wish I could say that that’s how things went, but it wouldn’t be true if I did, and there’s no point in lying to you. You’re here to listen to my story as it happened, not some kind of made-up fantasy.

The truth is that, despite the fact that, in the moment, I was entirely into what I was doing, by the time I was driving home I was in a kind of crisis of identity. I was raised Catholic, which is by no means the most hardcore of the Christian faiths, and tends to take a more moderate (all things considered) approach to the modern world. The pope has even said that homosexuality isn’t exactly an abomination, and that everyone should be loved and not scorned. That said, being gay still wasn’t all that popular of an idea in the church, and certainly not in my house. At best, my parents (well really my mom, I don’t think my dad actually cared) felt sorry for “the gays”, pitied them, as though they were sick and just needed help (and Jesus) to get better. I myself never really subscribed to that way of thinking, but also knew that I, myself, was not gay, didn’t want to be gay, couldn’t think of myself as gay. It was fine for other people, but not me. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 6 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Spanking][Nerdgasm][Plot heavy]

To read the story from the start, you can go to the prologue [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gd7eq2/the_princesses_in_the_tower_prologue_maledom_male/). The previous part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p62o00/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_4_part_5/).

*For Afghan female soccer players*

**Zita**

The leather rule: When you are breaking your slave girl in, make a list of her limits.

That is not bloody non-biding counsel. Rather, I would call it one of the differences between noble dominance and common sadism.

I’m talking to you, rowdies in shining armor, who think I am your table soccer figure.

Hubert Graham was devious, bossing us who enjoyed being shot. Although I must admit his mermaid rule should have been part of the fluctuating game from the start.James White had no imagination. He sent a bunch of people to water again and… He made us feel for every flushed goldfish. The whirlpools one and two were tiny, shoving us aside from the interchangeable cubic meters of fluid. We were sucked to the big one. I was slipping on the wall of the gargantuan eddy, holding the ankle of Mrs. Brunkow and Barbara holding mine. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 6 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Spanking][Nerdgasm][Plot heavy]

*For Afghan female soccer players*

**Zita**

The leather rule: When you are breaking your slave girl in, make a list of her limits.

That is not bloody non-biding counsel. Rather, I would call it one of the differences between noble dominance and common sadism.

I’m talking to you, rowdies in shining armor, who think I am your table soccer figure.

Hubert Graham was devious, bossing us who enjoyed being shot. Although I must admit his mermaid rule should have been part of the fluctuating game from the start.James White had no imagination. He sent a bunch of people to water again and… He made us feel for every flushed goldfish. The whirlpools one and two were tiny, shoving us aside from the interchangeable cubic meters of fluid. We were sucked to the big one. I was slipping on the wall of the gargantuan eddy, holding the ankle of Mrs. Brunkow and Barbara holding mine. Read more »