Locked Away for Cheating [Forced Chastity] [Mdom] [M/f]

I hadn’t expected my boyfriend to be serious – not with such a ridiculous request.

A couple of weeks ago, I’d gone to a party, gotten a little intoxicated, and hooked up with one of Max’s friends. Although the incident meant nothing, I still felt guilty enough to confess to my boyfriend, Max. I thought this would mean the end of our relationship, but he’d been more forgiving than I thought.

He told me he was willing to forget the entire ordeal and stay with me…as long as I wore a chastity belt. At that moment, I had been so grateful he was even willing to give me a chance that I didn’t consider the repercussions of agreeing with him.

I figured he’d just been exaggerating, there was no way he was really going to make me wear a chastity belt.

Or so I thought.

Just two weeks after my confession, Max called me into our bedrooms to show me something. He was smiling ear-to-ear with the biggest grin I’d ever seen on his face, and there was a large cardboard box sitting on the bed.

Anticipation Part 1 [MF] [oral] [Mdom]

My drive from work felt longer than usual, even though I sped most of the way. I had to undo my pants to give myself more room.

I pulled into my garage and turned off the car. I was anticipating what was waiting for me the entire day, but now it was time to be composed. I took an extra few minutes to calm down, and then I entered my house.

No one was there to greet me. I kicked off my shoes and made my way upstairs to my room. When I opened the door, I saw Zoey. She was kneeling on a pillow facing away from me. She didn’t react to the door opening and then closing behind me. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her naked back, and her ankles were bound together. She wasn’t wearing a thong, but her panties exposed the bottom of her ass.

I walked around to look at her from the front. She couldn’t see or hear me. Her long brown hair had hidden the blindfold when I was behind her, and under the blindfold that was wrapped around her ears and head were earplugs. I could feel myself losing composure as my gaze met her beautiful, full lips, and then moved onto her perky tits. I resisted touching her yet.

A Gyno’s Freeuse Pussy (Fantasy 6) (M/F, Nonconsent, gyno, doctor, medical, medium bondage, forced exposure, forced orgasm, forced exhibitionism, dirty talk, freeuse, fsub, mdom)

(This is a personal fantasy. All characters are 21+. This fantasy involves nonconsent, so skip this work if that’s not your thing.)

You’re my gynecologist. We live in a society that grants gynecologists the power to choose which women will become freeuse as a career. Gynecologists were the best option for this job because they have intimate access to women’s bodies and pussies. They can tell which women will be most enjoyable for men to use.

You’ve just strapped me down, naked, onto your examination table. It’s common procedure for gynecologists in our world to prevent women from interfering with their job duties and so you have free access to our bodies.

You’ve strapped my hands to a metal loop above my head. There’s straps across my chest and over my hips binding me to the table, and a couple holding my legs into the stirrups. It’s time for the procedure you most enjoy performing – dominating a pussy so the woman knows to keep her legs spread for men to enjoy.

“I’ve decided your body is exquisite,” you tell me, nonchalantly, as you scribble something on your clipboard. “It’s in perfect health. Your tits are perky, your ass is firm, and your pussy looks tight.”

Locker Room Peep (Part 3) [MF] [nc] [voy] [mast] [MDom]

End of the series! Although if people like a more non-con ending I might make an alt ending.

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One hand clasped Grace’s wrist, the other held the base of his shaft tightly as Max slapped his veiny, thick cock against her resistant pussy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” The usually confident teen had been reduced to desperation, wiggling her hips to try to evade Max’s slow but menacing grinding. “This is so fucked!” Her back arched, lifting her plump rear off the dirty locker room floor. The lustful boy leaned forward, pushing grace back against the floor. She glared at him, furious that he kept teasing her tiny clit with the full length of his dick.

“You’re gonna like it,” he replied, letting go of his penis to squeeze Grace’s enormous breast. He kept sliding up and down against the cheerleader’s swollen pussy, his abs pressing against her soft belly. Grace continued her resistance, but under his weight there was no escape. The peeping tom’s hand finally slid up from Grace’s cloud-like breast and gripped her neck.

I am a sadist and I am going to hurt you, however … [Mdom] [Fsub] [1k words][psychological]

… I say as I stand in front of you, “you need to tell me that you want this too. I am not a monster and you are not a slave.”

You shuffle back and forth a bit. I grab your shirt and march you to the hall, open the front door and shove you towards it. “Well, go if you want to go, you’re not far from home, it’s just a short walk, don’t feel any obligation to stay.”

You look down at your shoes and blush, hard, a broad flush of red lighting up your cheeks. “I …” the rest is muffled and inaudible.

“Yes?” I say in a demanding and definite tone staring down at you, “and look me in the eye when you talk to me young lady.”

Trying to raise your eyes to me is hopeless, you manage a little motion of your neck before your head droops back again, your breathing is quite shallow now, “I … I …”

“I am going home? Is that what you mean to say? Of course, don’t let me keep you, here is a brolly, doubt you’ll need it, the weather is fine, good night and good luck to you.”

To Be With You [MF] [MDom]

Water from my shower still beaded in my body hair as I knelt on the towel in the front room with my old battle-scarred wooden sword breaker across my knees. A simple roll of my shoulders showed the holder of the sword breaker to be just as battle-scarred as the weapon itself amidst several crackling pops from shoulders and spine. I focused on my breathing. Seven in through the nose, bringing in peace and serenity. Eleven out through the mouth, exhaling pain (emotional and physical).

And no little worry.

We had “met,” if that is the word, online. A flurry of messages through the private messaging system there led to an exchange of email addresses and then phone numbers. Almost without me realizing it, we were soon spending more time on the phone with each other than off. Talking about what we were doing in the moment. Talking about the past, our histories. Talking about how we were feeling, what we were thinking.

And, yes. We spent more than a few hours engaging with each other sexually. Masturbating for, with, and to each other as I drew her through her every sexual fantasy and into mine between the power of my voice and my determined focus of will.

[M4F] Mdom (my first written story, so I would love to know how I went).

I’m going to use you baby. Going to make you lay on the bed using just my soft voice that makes you moan, and then make you watch me strip. You won’t be allowed to touch me – or yourself – until I say. I’ll stand in front of you and start to stroke myself, teasing you until you’re so horny and not able to do a thing about it.

You moan, parting your legs wide and showing me that wet and wanting pussy as you imagine me getting onto the bed, getting on top of you…

I’ll make sure my cock throbs just above your pussy. Enough that one thrust of your hips would have me enter you….But you won’t. Because you’re my good girl.

“How do you feel about a man younger than you dominating you hmm? Does it feel good baby?”

You nod, distracted. Your hands flex – I can tell you want to guide me into your pussy so bad.

“You’re very distracted… Is there something wrong baby?”

Beg (posted from my AO3) [MF] [Tags Within]

>Tags: [DDLG] [MDom] [FSub] [In Heat] [Fingering] [Orgasm Delay/Denial] [Degradation] [Begging] [Punishment] [Cum Eating]

# Beg

“Someone has been playing with themselves without asking Daddy for permission first,” his voice loomed over her. “That’s a bad girl.”

She sat on the couch with her hands folded in her lap, gazing up at him with the sorriest expression he’d ever seen. She’d been caught mere moments from bringing herself to orgasm when he stepped into the living room without making a sound. She’d pleaded with him to let her finish, but his guttural demand to cease had frightened her into her current upright position.

He stood before her, hands in his pockets, gazing down at her with a look of utter disdain. “Such a greedy little whore. What makes you think you deserve to cum?” he jabbed.

She couldn’t explain herself, mumbling nonsense under her breath.

“Speak up, girl,” he growled.

“Daddy please, I’m in heat,” she whined. “I just wanted to get it out of my system.”

He shook his head at her pathetic candor. His voice was low and stern, “You know the rules.”

The Gym Teacher [Part 2] [M/F] [Student/Teacher] [MDom]

*Authors note: I’m so happy you guys liked the first part! I’m excited to keep the story going for you all, the next one will be from Mr. Miller’s perspective. I’m a busy college student, so it may take me a few more days to get Part 3 up, but for now happy reading! <3*

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**Rose’s Perspective**

I look at the clock on my phone, it reads 3:20

*Shit! Why did I have to lose my self control, I should’ve waited to rub my pussy until I got home*. I think

I’m sitting on a bench outside the gym, my chemistry class ended 20 minutes ago. Most of the students have already left to go home for the day, and I’m all alone in the florescent hallway, squirming nervously in the seat, wishing I could prolong my entrance to Mr. Millers office.

My stomach is in knots, and my face is still burning with embarrassment. I remember the shock on his face, when he flung open the curtain. I can’t believe my gym teacher is the first man to see me naked I think, putting my head in my hands.

Floor [MF] [Mdom]

The familiar buzz of a message stirs me from the catatonic pleasure of the warm water cascading over my shoulders. I shut off the shower, and still dripping, dry my hands and reach for my phone.
‘Door, position, 10 minutes’
My stomach flips and my face breaks into the usual smirk.
10 minutes? Bugger, I’ve already used up 2 of those. I roughly dry my skin, pleased I’d used my expensive perfumed shower cream. Braiding my damp blonde hair quickly and applying moisturiser took just a minute or two more as I look at my shining eyes in the illuminated bathroom mirror. No need to strip I muse to myself wryly.
I rather ungainly skip down the carpeted staircase, setting my phone on the console, dimming the lights and positioning myself as requested. A position so familiar, yet my heart still beats fast. Sir likes to know my bpm in moments like this, to see how he impacts my very physiology. I check on my watch, 91bpm. He’ll like that.

Knees bent, my legs tucked neatly under my bare bottom. Hands on my knees, painted dark red nails shiny, nipples hard and puckered. They always seem that way but tonight they’re harder than ever. The wooden floor is cool and hard below my limbs.