The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]

It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.

Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 3 – Barbara [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Dubcon] [Plot heavy]

**Barbara**

Meat. Dead meat.

I cut a steak for lunch, and repellent tassels flew out.

What did the warden say?

“Romano’s lungs were full of water, and a piece of debris tore through his chest. Disgusting like the contents of my plate. And I almost added them to the wreckage.”

I ate just enough so they wouldn’t think I was on a hunger strike. My stomach didn’t want to be alive. It was trying to expel the mustiness brought on by Enzo’s death. We fucked, we could even get to know each other. If Jenine, our dear savior, killed him, I don’t want to be saved by her anymore!

After lunch, according to the latest schedule update, Homemaking was supposed to follow, but Weatherby and Arnolph took us, the Loyalists, away. In the cabinet, they introduced us to our extraordinary testing – New Family Week. During that, we will be visiting the co-lector and her lover to live with them as their daughter and help in the house.

Executive Rivalry (Mdom, Fsub, MF, FF, office, catfight – 633 words)

**EXECUTIVE RIVALRY**
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).

*Jason helps his bitchy female junior executives settle their rivalry via a humiliating process.*

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Jessica and Tiana hated each other. They were both junior executives at the firm, in competing teams, and there was nothing they wanted more than to scratch each other’s eyes out.

Finally their manager, Jason, decided he had had enough of their bitchy catfighting after the two women had a screaming match outside his office.

“Listen up,” he said. “I should fire you both for this behaviour.”

They hung their heads in shame, awaiting his next words quietly.

“But,” he said, “you’re both talented, and I’d hate to lose you both. In fact, I’m expected to be getting promoted in two months’ time, and there’ll be an opening for one of you to take my job.”

They were clearly interested now. Jessica bit her lip cutely. Tiana’s eyes flashed with ambition.

Identity [Gentle MDOM]

I heard your car pull into the driveway, so I went out to meet you in the front yard. You were gathering your things and I made it to the car in time to open the car door to let you out. You stepped out gracefully, in spite of the tight, knee length skirt.

Your face was blank. A completely unreadable mask. I cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Well?”

Suddenly your face broke into a huge smile. “I got the job!” You squealed as you threw your arms around me.

Curmudgeon as I am, I couldn’t help but smile too. “Of course you did, they’d be idiots not to hire you.”

You leaned back to look me in the eye, “Not only that! They offered me 10% more than what I was going to ask for!”

I held your face in my hands. “That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

You blushed a little as you said, “Thank you.”

I swiped a strand of hair out of your face and cupped your cheek with my hand. “What are you?” I asked.

Bonded. Part 2. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]

(*note: still a slow burn. slowest of simmers. i’m making a stew over here. and a it’s a short-ish chapter. enjoy!)*

A few days had gone by, and I was honestly starting to think that the man on the train had been a delirious daydream of mine after an exhausting day. And today was rounding up to be a similarly draining one, countless last minute requests that kept me on my desk far beyond the time I was being paid for. Unable to say no, and with a relentless need to always prove my worth, I wrapped everything up around 6 pm, a few hours later than my usual end of the workday.

Walking out of the office building into the twilight, it was nice to breathe in the air that was on the cusp of fall, chillier and less stifling than the usual humid swirl one had to endure. Thankfully, the wind wasn’t too rambunctious, but I still adjusted the flare of my dress, making sure I won’t accidentally flash anyone and walked over to the subway.

No Tell Motel [NonFiction] [MF] [BDSM] [MDom] [Fsub] [Oral] [Rope] [Flogging] [Fucking]

There was a time when Kitten and I were long-distance in our relationship. Living in different states was challenging, but nothing we couldn’t overcome with an occasional weekend together. We would meet in a state between us, a little more convenient location for her than I, but not a terrible inconvenience to me. I’d book a room at a decent hotel, affectionately known as “Our Fuckplace.”

One weekend I remember vividly because it was early in her submission to me. We were still at a stage where we were getting more familiar with one another. We had an idea of what got the other riled, but we needed to fully understand.

“Here. Lie face down on the ottoman,” I said as I tapped on the brown leather.

“Here? What are you gonna do?” She asked incredulously.

“Just do as I say. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I do.” She replied as she lay on top of the ottoman.

The forbidden art of making friends and influencing people Ch1 (Pt2) ([F18/ M35], female POV, school uniform, MDom, bi, oral, orgasm denial, harem, asphyxiation)

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After what felt like eternity his pace slowed, allowing her to take gasping breaths and attempt to still her shaking limbs. She wasn’t sure if that had been multiple orgasms or one big, long one, and she certainly didn’t care.
She took another shuddering breath as she looked up at him, an extremely smug look plastered over his face at her disheveled state.
“So… I guess you liked that, huh?” he said lazily, though his chest was heaving from his exertions.
“No,” she blurted out before she could stop it. “I mean… No, shut up,” she muttered, and buried her burning face in the sheets as he laughed.
She was supposed to be playing a submissive role, but she couldn’t help not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He didn’t seem to mind, smiling as he ran fingers lightly over her thighs. The light touch after such intense pounding caused her skin to tremble, a delightfully sensual pleasure tingling through her thighs.

The forbidden art of making friends and influencing people Ch1 ([F18/ M35], female POV, school uniform, MDom, bi, oral, orgasm denial, harem, asphyxiation)

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“I don’t like it,” the taller figure said, crossing their arms and frowning. “It’s been hundreds of years since a circle like this has appeared.”

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The summoning spell felt as though she was being stretched out like taffy, pulled extremely fast through some unseeable nothingness, or if a very large distance was somehow compressed into a tiny space. There was darkness, a sense of rushing, and the uncomfortable impression that her body was being *poured* into a mould as she took physical form.

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“C’mon, I wanna gooo!” The shorter figure whined, bouncing with barely contained excitement. “I’ve never been to the Material Realm before!”

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She opened her eyes for the first time, eyelids fluttering as visual stimuli rushed into her brain. A brightly lit, out of focus blur assaulted her fresh senses, causing her to flinch. Gravity pulled at her flesh, causing her to stagger for a moment as she fought against the unfamiliar force. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision, her physical body quickly managing itself automatically as the vertigo faded.

Bonded. Part 1. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]

Sometimes existence felt like it was split into neat little quadrants on the clock. Everything I did in a day could fit there, a predictable pattern of all things known in my little world. Gym, commute, work, commute, home, maybe a night out with friends, but most likely a half finished poem by the bedside and then sleep. I’m not saying I regretted the way my day could be mapped with a blindfold on, I’m just saying these waters had been undisturbed for too long.

The restlessness could be tasted off of the air around me, if someone was to pay attention that is. And most didn’t.

Until that one day.

It was a full train, bursting almost, everyone shoving each other to create room for their elbows and bags. I had been pushed by the incoming swarm of busy bodies, all the way to the middle of the train, near the seated folks clutching tightly to their seats. Another shove, and a bump of the train itself, and I stumbled a little against a knee and quickly mumbled a practiced, instinctual “Sorry!” without really looking at the person to whom the denim clad knee belonged.Silence.

*Odd*.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 2 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

What did I imagine would happen?

I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.

l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.

Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.

All it took was to shake it.

Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.

“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.”