[MF] [Fsub/Mdom] The Day Without a Face

She woke before he did, as happens most days. She stretched, her corset adjusting itself as she moved her arms and took a deep breath. As she walked to the kitchen to prepare coffee, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She took two steps and stopped, turning just her head to look in the mirror. It was more a waddle than a step, she noted, her thighs and cunt puffed from use. Her ass was a dull read with two bright lines going diagonally across both cheeks. A stinging reminder of her failure last night. Still though, she gave herself a solid A for the night’s duties and services. Her man was blissfully sleeping after using her body to relieve his stress. Also, she learned quickly from her mistakes and knew she would not make that one again. After she put on the coffee, she went to the toy chest and took out her larger plug. She licked it to coat it with her lube and then pushed it slowly into her sore ass. Ass training was not the most comfortable thing for her, but she knew if she wanted to be a proper fuck doll, she’d need to have a very accepting little hole. Last night, her inability to keep her hole open as Sir spread her was how she got the two lashes. He helped her come so far in her training, so she knew it was her fault for the failure. If she had been better about wearing the plug, this would have never happened.

The 12×12 [MF] [Kink] [BDSM]

Sharon was a bundle of nerves as she turned into the parking lot of the condominium complex. Per his Instructions, she pulled into the assigned space nearest the staircase. A quick check of her watch showed she was thirty minutes early. This made her sigh with relief as it meant she could sit for a bit to gather herself together before going up to his place. After turning off the ignition, she reached for a copy of the Instructions. Although she had studied them for hours over the last few days, it was important to reread them again for the last thing she wanted now was to make a mistake. Not on her first time. No, this perfectionist mistress of detail could not allow that to happen. While sipping a cup of coffee she read them a few more times, visualizing each step in the process that must be followed.

All the Power, part 7 [Str8] [MFFF] [oral] [anal] [Mdom] [bdsm] [sm]

*Author’s note: I will post links to the other parts of the story in the comments.*

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Tetenia choked loudly on His Likeness, and her head shot off the phallus. She breathed heavily, quickly, deep, heaving, almost panicked breaths. She held her stomach and then rubbed her temples, gazing up at the life-size, golden statue of Him.

Ellesa, her Blessed Servant, handed her a glass of water. Tetenia took small sips, not wanting overwhelm herself. When Tetenia finally was able to speak she said “How long was that today? Fourteen hours? Fifteen? I don’t think any I can do any more right now.”

“Fourteen and a half hours, about,” Ellesa replied. Tetenia took another sip of water, and Ellesa helped her up. Together, they walked out of the shrine and into the living room of Tetenia’s living quarters. Tetenia sat down on the couch. Her back, knees and neck were achingly sore.

“Do you want something to eat?,” Ellesa asked her.

Tetenia thought for a moment. “Maybe,” she said. “You might as well bring over a plate.” Ellesa walked off to the kitchen.

All the Power, part 6.2 [str8] [MFFFFFF] [Mdom] [oral] [Fsub] [bdsm] [revised] [complete]

*Continued from part 6.1….tags apply to this version…*

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Each night, four to six concubines or Queen Priestesses joined His Supremacy in one of his bedchambers. Two guardians and two term servants also joined Him in the room, with others guarding outside. That night, Tetenia was one the concubines joining Him – but she remained on her hands and knees.

His Supremacy did not have just one bedroom or one apartment with bedchambers. There were thousands of them, scattered across the vast palace and pleasure gardens, and He slept wherever happened to strike His fancy on any given night. The walk from the banquet room, near the center of the palace, to where He slept that evening, somewhere amid its vastness, took nearly half an hour.

The room had a very large bed in the center, and several cots on scattered around its side, built into the walls. On one side, double-doors led into an anteroom with a sofa, which led to a washroom. On the other, another double-doorway it led out to a balcony, which had a sumptuous chair and overlooked a garden. His Supremacy strode to the balcony and sat on the chair. Four concubines – Karla, Mia, Pemca and Gabriela – followed Him, walking, while Tetenia followed them, crawling. The guardians and term servants positioned themselves, on a knee, by the entrance to the room. His Supremacy sat on the chair, and immediately put His feet up on Tetenia’s back when she arrived. She remained on her hands and knees – His footrest.

All the Power, part 6.1 [str8] [MFFFFFFFFFFFF] [Mdom] [oral] [anal] [light sm] [revised]

*AUTHOR’S NOTE: A few months ago I posted and abbreviated version of Part 7, which ended on a “to be continued.” I wanted to make some revisions to it, so rather than picking up where I left off, I’m replacing it with the revised and completed version. The second part of this is linked in the comments. Comments, questions and feedback welcome (though I know this story isn’t for everyone).*

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The day of the Changing of the Term turns into the evening…

That evening, Tetenia was one of fourteen concubines chosen to serve His Supremacy at the monthly banquet held after the Changing of the Term. The banquet’s guests were the sixty incoming term servants, the sixty outgoing term servants, eighty assorted dignitaries and the ten Queen Priestesses. The fourteen concubines, of course, served His Supremacy and His Supremacy alone. The other guests were served by twelve palace common servants. It was an honor to be chosen to serve Him at the banquet.

Office Visit [MF] [Mdom] [worksex]

I come into your office, smiling a wry smile. I close the door and walk right over. Wordlessly I take you by the hair, turning your face up for cruel kiss. I stand you up and guide you to the wall. You put your hands up for support as I pull your blouse up and spill your tits free of your bra, squeezing and playing roughly. You gasp at the intensity.

Quickly I tug your jeans and panties to your ankles, my hand going between your thighs, groping you possessively. Your head is spinning and you lean into the wall for balance. You’re quickly getting wet as I probe you deeply. I pull back and drop my slacks, belt jingling.

You feel my hard cock slide between your cheeks, I reach around and guide myself into you with a practiced hand. I thrust forward with my whole body, lifting up on my toes, forcefully deeply penetrating you with each stroke. You’re gasping and shaking, glad to be pinned lest your knees buckle and you fall.

The Heir of the Night Part Two [FM] [NC] [BD] [Mdom] [slave] [fantasy]

All critique welcome and thank you for reading.

The next few days went by slowly. Each day we rose at sunrise, rode until midday to eat and continued on horse until sundown. My continued escape attempt always failed and quickly grew into a sport for the bored soldiers and commander.

“Rise and shine, little lady.” Samuels’s voice whispered in my ear as he untucked us from his bedroll. The first night they tied me to a tree, but managed to cut the rope using a sharp rock. As I tried quietly to sneak out of camp, I stepped on a branch, making a slightly audible cracking sound. Within seconds the guard on duty had tackled me, using his body to pin me to the ground as the other guard fetched the commander. Since then, I had been sleeping in his bedroll with his arm firmly around my waist.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

The Aftermath by M. Davis [mdom] [humil] [freeuse] [incest]

NOTE: I’ve always been curious about what happens after the gangbang. Since I’d never read a story like that, I decided to write my own. Hope you enjoy.

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At some point I woke up and found myself laying on the hallway floor. The odd thing was that nobody was fucking me, and the house was quiet. I wearily lifted my head and looked around. I couldn’t see anyone, and it looked like the lights were off in the living room, in fact, the whole downstairs was dark. I could see a window, and realized it was still dark outside too. I had no idea what time it was, nor where everyone had disappeared to. With a lot of effort I managed to get to my knees. I realized then that I wasn’t entirely empty. I reached down and pulled an empty beer bottle out of my swollen cunt. I dropped it to the floor. Using the wall, I struggled mightily and was finally able to pull myself to my feet. I stood there shakily for a few minutes, then cautiously took a few steps. I didn’t collapse, so I continued into the living room.