Fruits of Dominion, or An Unforgettable Family Dinner [Mf, Mdom]

Unlike my predecessors, I’d kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.

That was until I met Lily.

She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.

As I paid, I found an excuse to touch her hand and felt a surge in me that had been long dormant. I could tell she felt something as well by the way her eyes widened and she subconsciously wet her lips. I decided we needed another cake for the party and I told her father that Lily should deliver it to my house that evening.

What does it all mean? – Part 2 [STR8] [MFmf] [nc] [Fsub] [MDom]

Here’s the final chapter, submitted as a separate post due to size limitations. Enjoy!
 

*In Distress.*

 

I descend the stairs with a heavy heart, full of regrets. I remind myself that this was your choice, that your rebelliousness, your willingness to break the rules, your brilliance, were all equally significant in making you the women you were. My protege. Still, I can’t help but wonder, as I step slowly down into he poorly lit basement of the black-market Galactic Real Estate clearing house I found through word of mouth, if I could not have done more, could have prevented you from taking things too far.

 

We live in a world of over-looked wonders. Few people take even a moment to reflect on how lucky we are, to live when we do, standing on the shoulders of giants. We are all too busy enjoying the conveniences and comforts that modern technology has granted us, to think too much about how it used to be.

 

What does it all mean? [STR8] [MFmf] [nc] [Fsub] [MDom]

Hello funsters,

 

This started out as a series of roleplay prompts, then they started linking up nicely together, Butt-Atlas style. I decided that it could serve as it’s own stand-alone story, or at least the first chapter of each.

 

All of these stories are full of women being Dominated, humiliated, used, and/or abused, some willing, some less so. There are also smattering of romance, and affection, or at least friendship that is being slowly twisted into something more.

 

And, Also, there is quite a lot of Daddy/daughter style incest, or DD/lg style D/s dynamics.

 

And it gets a little violent toward the end.

 

I think that’s warning enough. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated.

**Happy Endings.**

 

Ascending is difficult. Not because of the physical exertion – as steep as the incline is, I can handle that. I’m well-rested enough. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, were it not for the help of booze and medication, but it got me there. It’s the destination that puts me off, even though I know this his to be done.

 

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad.

The time my slave disappointed me Pt 2 [MF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.

What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

A while later, once again I find myself sitting on the couch regarding my slave as I sip my drink and stroke my cock. As we lock eyes, I see in her that mischievous look that tells me I might have been played a bit earlier. Her cheeks are flushed red, she looks almost chipper. She struggles to keep a smirk off her face. She hadn’t forgotten her role at all; she’d wanted to be brutalized, and she knew that’s what would happen if she broke the rules.

Well. Two can play this game.

The time my slave disappointed me Pt 1 [MF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [anal]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.
What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

I arrived in town late last night and have had to be at work early this morning. Thinking about my slave left me distracted through most of the day. My last meeting finally winds down and I head back to the hotel.

As always, I’ve told her only how to greet me. I always aim for something a little different, but usually I have her waiting for me, presenting herself for me to use her as I please. Tonight, I decided on something a little more active on her part.

A night with my slave [MF] [Fsub] [Mdom]

I’m a married man who travels … a lot … and fools around. A lot. Most of my flings are rather unremarkable one-night stands. I have one rather submissive friend, however, who I make sure to get together with whenever I’m in town. While work doesn’t take me her direction very often, when it does, an amazing night of nonstop, marathon fucking is sure to follow.

What follows might detail an actual encounter between us, a fantasy we’ve shared with one another, or maybe even my plans for our next visit…

My slave is dutifully waiting for me. As always, she has checked into the hotel ahead of me, has prepared herself, and is awaiting my arrival. My flight was long, and the sight of her there on her hands and knees, waiting for me, is enough to perk me up considerably.

Tonight’s sight is a bit different: the usual lingerie and bonds are gone. She waits for me completely naked, her crop balanced across her back. I grunt a slight approval, but otherwise ignore her, shucking my backpack and luggage into a corner, before I pour myself a drink from the minibar. I pull up a chair off to the side, take off my shoes, and kick my feet up onto her ass. I’m not sure why this never occurred to me before, but she makes the most amazing footstool…

My Slutty Teen Slave, Part 2 [Mf] [fsub] [Mdom] [oral]

Slutty Teen Slave Part 2

This is part two. I posted part one here a little over a week ago, so check it out if you haven’t already!

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I awoke the next day, smiling. I opened my eyes to see Jessica, still sleeping, curled up against my side. Light filled the room, forming a bright outline on the closed curtains. I pulled off the purple cover, setting my bare feet on the carpeted floor. Turning back, I saw her sleeping, cum dried on her face.

I walked over to my bag, pulling out some clothes to wear. Dressing in sweatpants and a T-shirt, I rose to my feet. The digital clock Jessica’s desk read 8:26. I left to explore the house, since I would be in control of it for the next day and a half.

Jessica’s parents were both executives at a large financial company. Their house was not only big, but it was expensive. They seemed to have the newest everything: TV, iPad, appliances. I sat down on the couch, but couldn’t find the remote. So much for that idea.

Mostly True Debauchery Part 2: Foursome turns to cucking. [MMFF] [huml] [MDom] [Msub] [Fub] [sm] [cuck] [raceplay]

Mary glanced down when her phone buzzed, and slid her hand out for around Steve’s waist.

“It’s from my ex, Ron,” she said, “wants to know if I’m down for a threesome tomorrow with his new girl. What a fucking creep.”

Steve leaned in to read over her shoulder, “So, tell him you’ve got a date.”

Mary looked up at him and smiled, “Oh, do I qualify for dates now? That’s not how the video Joe shot the other night sounded.”

He shrugged, “I was just trying to set the mood for you when I said that. Like lighting a couple of candles. But if you don’t want a date that’s fine, I’ll just jerk off on your tits and go.”

Mary giggled and caught his wrist with her free hand, “Well I’d never say no to the first part, but I’ll let him know I’m busy. What did you want to do for our date?” she asked while sending the message.

“Have you been down to the Quill and Claw in town?”

“The bookstore? I wouldn’t have taken you for a- son of a bitch!”

“I dunno, most of my girlfriends have liked my mom, why?”

Getting Reacquanted. Pt. 2 [MF][Fsub][Mdom][facefuck]

Finally, after their eventful walk, the two found themselves on the stoop of Liz’s three-story brownstone. Her fingers fumbled as she frantically searched for corresponding keys and locks to open the faded green door with its peeling paint. Distracted by Rich’s own searching fingers. Standing behind her with his mouth nuzzled into the small of her neck he one handedly undid the top buttons off her blouse as his other hand took rough hold of her inner thigh. Soft moans and quick gasps of air escaping her parted lips were cut short by an exacerbated curse of frustration.

“Fuck” she said before spinning round in his arms “At this rate we’re never going to make it inside. You need to get control of yourself for a second mister and quit distracting me while I try to find the damn key.” As if to say she wouldn’t take hearing any argument to the contrary she placed a quick and significantly more reserved kiss on his lips. Then she flashed Rich a quick grin and returned to the task of opening her front door, one that had so far proved much more difficult than it really should be.