Mutually Assured Destruction (mf) (piv) (hint of MDom)

Once, I believed hotels were shrouded in mystery. I oft recall the early morning drive home from work. Along my drive was a hotel and a simple past time was sitting at the light across the way and while waiting for the light to change, making up stories to go with the illuminated windows that flecked the otherwise dark exterior. I mean, why else would a light be on at 4:45am?

Then, I became a hotel dweller. The mystique disappears. Hotels have an aesthetic about them: quiet hallways, empty drawers and closets, generic art on the walls. It’s not home, it’s temporary. Here, you have no past and no future. What happens in these walls stays in these walls and you go on about your life.

Tuesday afternoon. Rainy. It almost never rains in the desert, but when it does, it transforms the cities. Everything gets that blurred, soft feel to it. Suddenly the world is a little calmer.

My heels clicked on the marble floor as I crossed the hotel lobby. 2915. Nobody noticed me. Why should they? The elevator doors closed and I waited as it made it’s ascension. My heart began to race, blood thrumming in my veins. Nerves were starting to get the best of me.

Waste/Want [monster] [incubus] [virgin] [aphrodisiac] [oral] [PIV] [M/F] [gentle mdom] [exile] [new beginnings] [bound and left] [consensual] [mentions of rape]

In a way, the rain was a relief. Sora’s jaw still hurt after Alek, the man she had known since she was a little girl, had forced the opening of the bottle past her teeth and held her nose until she drank the aphrodisiac. Lying on her back on the stone alter where they had bound her, she had almost choked on it. Now, the rough rope cut into her wrists and strained against her ribs as she sucked in deep breathes while the fever raked up and down her body in waves. Wearing nothing but a shift dress that had been ripped in the struggle, there was little to protect her naked skin against the hard stone beneath her, the cutting rope and now the heavy, cool raindrops. One hit her forehead and she gasped Then the sky opened and it all came down at once, soaking her through. For the hundredth time, she tugged and writhed against her bonds, able only to arch her back and irritate her shoulders and thighs as the robe rubbed and tightened. They had done a fairly neat job despite the way she had fought, a lattice of ropework across her arms, chest, hips and thighs, dotted with knots that were designed to provoke and torment her. Two against her erect nipples and one against her now swollen, throbbing vulva, likely wet through before the rain started. Every little movement did, indeed, chafe and press against those now electrifyingly sensitive points, causing little gasps and whimpers. Briefly, she had attempted a desperate kind of back-and-forth wriggle in the hopes of some relief, but it hurt her shoulders so badly that she was forced to stop.

A good Mormon Girl breaks the Law of Chastity. [MDom] [Fsub] [DubCon] [Religion] [Mormonism]

*Trigger warning for anyone who grew up in Mormonism or any other religion where such power dynamics were abused. Power imbalance in this story. The event described and all characters are fictional and over the age of consent*

Kenzie was the quintessential Mormon girl in her Senior year of high school. Her four younger siblings looked up to her, she read all of her scriptures, was top of the class in Seminary (that’s essentially “Mormon class” that just off the property of a typical Utah high school campus), and she was successful in school. Varsity volleyball and track, beloved by her AP teachers. Amicable. Attractive but not necessarily Prom Queen Bee. She was a quiet, introverted sort, but she had many good friends and acquaintances. Despite all her accomplishments, she really liked to read in her room to unwind whenever her busy schedule allowed.

And use her secret, not-for-brushing-teeth vibrating Sonicare toothbrush in her bedside drawer.

The truth was that Kenzie loved to read her smutty anime and Victorian-inspired fanfiction online. She had her own laptop and knew how to bypass the parental controls. Mormons are forbidden from masturbating. The boys have it hard enough – they usually get caught watching porn on their family computer. Not quite so conscientious. Kenzie had never intentionally watched porn. She found it was better to let her mind… be its own casting, set designer, choreographer and such.

Quiet – [BDSM] [MF] [choking] [rough] [Mdom] [fingering] [edging] [punishment] [Str8]

He is a patient man.
But I can see his eyes dilate every time my dress pulls up my leg a bit more. His breath catches as lace shows just over the top, and my breasts are teasing to come out.
Not a word is said. Music playing, just loud enough to cover our thoughts. The anticipation on this drive is thick, the tension palpable. But we’re almost to the hotel. And he is a patient man.
With my bubbly personality, I check us in, careful not to show anything. Nothing suspicious here. That isn’t dark lace under my tight dress and large cardigan. Just another basic white chick.
I try not to let my imagination start in the elevator. But why is it so empty on a Saturday afternoon? Why are there so many floors? If I could just pin him-
*Ding* the doors open and I’m not looking him in the eye. We find our room silently.
The moment we enter, the door is soundly locked, his demeanor changes entirely.
Pinning me to the wall, he presses his body against mine, stealing the first kiss of the night. I moan, my arms shivering where he has them pinned above my head. His kiss is long and deep.
“You temptress. I saw you squirming in the elevator. Did you mean to blow our cover?” He’s searching my eyes, stern. But I notice the slight pull to one corner of his mouth. He is amused. He knows I can’t hide my thoughts.
He presses back into me, his tongue exploring my lips. My mouth opens to take him in, and his tongue finds what it likes. Lip sucking, biting, exploring, he finally tastes blood as my full bottom lip tears.
His eyes are dark at the taste, and he pulls back to look at me. Just a small slice of red. “What a problem for your beautiful lips” and he returns to sucking on them. I groan at the slight pain.
“Mmm but you must stay quiet, little one”. My eyes dart fire at him. He barely acknowledges.
I am suddenly pushed towards the couch, over the arm and down on my back. He’s on top of me. He couldn’t wait any longer.
His mouth presses to mine, but my body is left weightless. I squirm and look for him.
“Be still, now” and I feel a knee settle between my legs. I gasp.
“Shhhhhh” he’s kissing trails to my chin, my jawline, down my neck. This is heaven. I feel him nearing my ear. With a single breath, I am shaking, letting out small moans.
I feel his hand on my throat, “I said quiet, slut.” But I can’t stay quiet when I feel his breath in my ear, his teeth clinking against my earring as he tries it. I am writhing, whimpering uncontrollably.
“How to keep you silent…” And he suddenly feels my wetness on his knee. He smirks at the thought. Slowly, trailing his hands down my body, he finds the edge of my dress and pushes it up. My matching lace thong is soaked.
“What an eager little bitch. So wet” he purrs. My legs shake, but I move to help him take them off, the cold air hitting the pool I’ve built up. I shiver.
His hands find my breast, still thinly clothed, and an erect nipple with its ring. He loves to pull at my rings. I gasp at the sensation. Just the thing he wanted, so he can stuff my wet thong into my mouth. I hate to be gagged, but he knows I can’t stay quiet.
Finding my breasts again, he pulls down my dress. My unlined lace bra leaves nothing to the imagination. His teeth, running over the lacey pattern in search of my ring, is the best feeling. My stifled moans are barely heard through the gag, and he moans back, quietly, teasing me.
A rogue fingers finds its way down to my wetness and slides into my folds. I jerk, surprised. And incredibly aroused. My hand shoots down to his, trying to protect myself (or help?). I love to play.
“Oh, this won’t do”
He pulls off his belt, using it to bind my hands over my head. My eyes are on fire with defiance and desire.
“No shhhh. Quiet”
But my hips buck against his, challenging him. He purses his lips and gives my nipple a pull. “You do love to fight me, don’t you” he looks into my lust-filled eyes. “But I’m afraid you must stay Still” and his hips grind into mine. I can feel his stiffness against me, and I’m moaning at the thought of it.
“Please” I try to beg through my gag.
“What is that?” He goes to loosen it a bit.
“Please” I cry out
“Oh, you are impatient. But I will stifle your cries, for you must be quiet” and he turns me on the couch, so my head hangs off the seat, and my legs are splayed up the wall.
Undoing his pants, at last, I see his thick member push straight out, pointing to my lips. But it is not the head he wants me to play with. He shifts, till his balls are dangling in front of my mouth, and I stick my tongue out to taste them. I am rewarded with a gasp from him, a quick shiver. I chuckle. And, In one swift move, I am sucking his sack into my mouth, my tongue fondling his most sensitive spots. He is shaken by my eagerness, and his arms reach out to brace him against the couch.
“My, you are hungry, aren’t you”. Trying to distract me from my feast, his fingers slide through my slick folds. I squirm, but don’t make a sound, his sack never leaving my mouth.
“Good girl” he purrs. His fingers slip into me and my back arches at the entrance. I suck harder in my excitement, and he hisses. He pulls out from my mouth as I release, and quickly returns with his large, hardening girth.
My mouth fills with him and I moan. The vibrations draw him to the back of my throat where he holds until I gag. He can feel the rush of fresh excitement around his fingers. The reminder to tease me has returned his attention to my hole. He pushes in, finding my pleasure spot, and rubs it till I moan again. In goes his girth and I hold for longer before gagging and moisture leaks from every hole
“You are so wet, aren’t you. Such a slut for choking” and he pushes a third finger into the back hole. A muffled squeal escapes as I feel him enter my backside. A slight squirm at the sensation. This is too much.
He knows I am building already, and he pushes his dick deeper into my throat. My gagging won’t stop him now. A tight grip on my ass and pussy stabilizes him as he pistons in and out of my throat. Tears stream down my face as I gag with no relief. My body is on fire. He gets faster, bludgeoning my throat and pulling at my pelvic bone. My eyes, which had been closed in concentration, suddenly widen as a fire burns through my core. My body is shaking, my pussy pulsing, and he knows I have cum.
He pulls out and *slap* “I didn’t say you could cum yet”. I still. I know I have messed up
I whimper in response, quick to make amends. But he is not having it.
Silently, in his dismay, he signals for me to turn over on my knees, face down. I comply swiftly, sorry for what I’ve done and ready to redeem myself.
“Hmm” he sighs. He’s looking me over from behind, studying my fast breathing, my compliance, and my wetness. “You want me that bad?” I nod, eagerly. My eyes show how desperate I am. “Will this do?” As his fingers enter me again, I groan happily. *Slap* across my ass. “You will learn to be quiet, slut”. The thong is stuffed back in my mouth as his fingers widen to stretch my entrance. I know I have to be loose to except his girth. Another slap on the ass “what are you thinking about, slut? I need your attention here” and he reaches under me to tweak a stiff nipple. I jump, biting against my gag, and I look at him in confusion.
“You better not be thinking of anything, or anyone else as I take you” *slap* and I jump again, blushing. Is he a jealous type? *Slap, slap* again, on each cheek, as he’s still rubbing inside of me. “Only me” he whispers, “only me”. My head starts to spin at this stimulation, my pussy tightening with each slap. “How will I ever fit into this tight hole of yours?”
I’m not sure, but I’m eager to find out. I wiggle my ass in response, hoping he understands my request
“Oh? Are you ready? So eager to feel my girth to split you in half?” After some more teasing, “Come” and he pulls out, guiding me to the bed.
He signals for me to lay on my back, knees to chest. I cautiously move to get in position, unsure of why he chose this particular one.
But he knows what he wants. He looks me over, smirking at my vunerable state. “You look delicious. May I?” As he kneals down to lap at my juices. My eyes are wide in surprise, watching his tongue take one large swipe at my slits, and my head falls back. He reaches up to gently tug at my nipple rings, causing me to arch and groan. But I quickly silence myself.
“Good girl” and he continues at my pussy. His fingers return and the wonderful sensation flows over me. He knows how I love his hands and fingers.
I let my legs rest on his shoulders, as my hips gyrate slowly against him. He moans into me, pleased that I am enjoying him so much. But not for long.
“I want you to come for me” “mm?” I lift my head to look at him, just as his mouth latches to my clit and his fingers pinston in and out of me. I gasp and arch back, feeling it to my core. Mere seconds of this and I am shaking into release.
He tastes my flood and moans happily. “What a good little bitch you are”. But his fingers aren’t stopping. They continue to pinston against my pleasure spot and I struggle to break free and recover from my orgasm. He won’t let me. His other hand finds my throat and he squeezes, just enough to make me high. I’m moaning loudly. *slap* “silence, bitch!” He commands. But I can’t control myself. The painful overstimulation has turned into a roaring build, a quick second orgasm.
He stops, pulling his fingers out, and I whimper. The quick build has swept away, and I am left wanting. He knows.
He is bent over me, staring deeply into my eyes. A forceful, but gentle kiss is pressed to my lips, and I eagerly open my mouth to take him in. He sighs softly, his head positioning against my opening. I squeak in anticipation. Finally!
He pulls away for a moment. Staring at me again, he signals to be quiet. A hand is placed firmly over my mouth, my eyes wide in torment.
“Please” they say. And he does.
His large girth presses into me. In one, long stroke, he enters me and I silently scream. He is so big. I can’t. Please. Please help me!
His eyes close, feeling my tight walls around him. He pushes just further, to the hilt, and groans. My head spins, the sound of his deep voice washing over me. I start to relax. He can feel it, too.
He carefully pulls back, watching my eyes shoot open. With a smirk, he presses back in and I am lost in the pressure. My head falls back and the light starts to fade. But only temporarily. I feel him start to move again, and my eyes open to stare into his. Our eyes locked, he thrusts in and out of me, seeing the pain melt to pleasure. My face relaxes and my eyes close.
*Slap* “look at me” he growls. He must have sensed the excitement I felt at his command, as it got slicker for him down there. I lock eyes again, and he chuckles. “Good slut. Now, don’t look away” and his thrusting increases pace. Our breathing quickens simultaneously, and I know this won’t last long. My orgasm is building. And his commands only make it build faster.
“Not yet” he says, “hold”. As my eyes betray me, I can’t hold on for much longer, he pulls out suddenly. The whimpering cannot be stifled at my dismay. “I said hold” he growls at me.
If he thinks this helps me calm down, he is wrong. But I start to cool, just as I feel him at my entrance once more.
“Only when I say” and I force control over my breathing. We lock eyes again, and I feel him press into me, straight to the hilt. I almost can’t breath, but I force air out. He feels so good inside of me.
The thrusting continues, slowly, and I can’t help but join in the rhythm of his hips. But this is not what he wants
He leans back, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide. I am all exposed, and he can see himself entering me. This pleases him, and he smirks.
“Mine” he growls darkly. He lets my feet fall, lifting my hips off the bed to meet his. My muscles activate and he feels bigger than ever. But the pleasure is so intense that I revel in the tightness. He is thrusting right into my pleasure spot. Our breathing quickens together. I see him trying to concentrate. A groan escapes and I know he’s almost there. I tighten my muscles more and his eyes snap open at me. His grip digging into my ass, he picks up his pace. I’m trying not to scream, but the pleasure is building so quickly. I look to him for permission. He nods quickly.
Both our heads fall back and gutteral cries are let from our throat. The pulsing inside of me feels like I’m falling into pure bliss. We collapse onto the bed, our members still pulsing together, our breathing labored.
When our souls return to earth, I feel him lift his head, brushing my hair off my forehead. “Good girl” he whispers, and kisses my forehead.
I sigh, happy, nuzzling into his chest. I can feel him chuckle. He reaches for the towel and moves to clean me, gently. I whimper, as I’m still very sensitive, and he finishes his duty. With both of us clean, he collapses by me, scooping me up into an embrace. His warmth is felt down my back. I know I’m safe in these arms.
A gentle, deep sigh escapes his lips. He’s falling asleep. After the exhausting round, I’m not far behind. I smile, thinking about round two.

[MF] Trying -And Failing- To Have An Innocent Night Out With Friends [Sexting] [Dirty Talk] [Foreplay] [Mdom]

It’s our first night out with friends in a long time. Quarantine’s been rough, but at least we’ve had each other. It’s nice and warm tonight and we decided it’s safe enough to hit up a patio for beers with our old group of pals among all this pandemic madness.

Halfway through my first drink I get a notification. Without thinking much of it, I pull out my phone to check, assuming it’s a meme someone posted in group chat. But it’s from you, even though you’re sitting right across from me.

“You’d better be ready for what’s coming to you as soon as we get home. I’m going to pin you down and take you so fucking hard. I’m going to make you beg for me to cum in your filthy little whore mouth.”

I almost drop my phone, I’m flustered and shocked. I blush a deep red instantly and stare daggers at you as you’re in the middle of telling a story to our friends. You don’t even bother to look me in the eye or toss me a smirk. You don’t even acknowledge me.

I don’t reply.

Perfect Release [MDOM]

As my frustration grew, so did the intensity of my typing. I muttered a curse and deleted the last few lines. At that point I wasn’t so much writing an email as I was punching a keyboard with my fingers.

I heard my door creak open and out of the corner of my eye I saw your head pop in. “Sir, you have an appointment in five minutes,” you said in a tone usually saved for angry dogs and patients in an asylum.

“I do? Dammit. Tell them I’m on my way. I’ve got to convince the committee to … just tell them I’m on my way.”

“Yes sir.”

I tried to reorganize my thoughts and find words that would let me get my point across without making a dozen people cry. Mistakes I could deal with. I could even show patience with well intentioned incompetence. But nothing makes me angrier than laziness and willful ignorance.

Several minutes later I heard you clear your throat, “Sir, your appointment?”

“Yeah just a minute,” I growled.

I deleted an entire paragraph and started over, reminding myself that a proposal of this magnitude required I used fewer four letter words.

The Principal, the Matron and Amruta. (The Principal, Ch. 02) [Mdom, MFf, celeb]

(This story contains sexual action and adult themes. It is not meant to be read by those who are under age 18, offended by stories like it, or close-minded.

It is fiction, even if most of the characters are based on real people. Those real people are vastly different from their characters in this tale. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way resembles real life. The characters mentioned are younger versions of real life celebrities, above the age of 20.)

This chapter follows the course of the events from ‘New Principal in a Finishing School, ch. 01’. While the title itself doesn’t mention ‘ch. 02’, it is intended to be such.

……

Day 2, Evening

New Principal in a celebrity finishing school (Ch. 1) [MFf, celeb, mdom]

This story contains sexual action and adult themes. It is not meant to be read by those who are under age 18, offended by stories like it, or close-minded. It is fiction, even if most of the characters are based on real people. Those real people are vastly different from their characters in this tale. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. This story in no way resembles real life.

For those here for the smut, you have to wait until Day 2, Afternoon, so I apologise for fleshing out the story. Feedback is appreciated.

Day 1, Morning

I had entered the premises of the reputed ‘Shining Stars All Girls Finishing School’ located at Panchgani with a tad bit excitement. I was supposed to replace the former principal of this ‘Finishing School’, who, if the rumours were true, was driven away by the outrageous stunts of the students of this school. Not being deterred by those rumours, I decided to have a look at the premises of the school before I made my way to the Principal’s office.

Falling to pieces (Part 1) [erotic] [romance] [Mdom] [Mf] [worship]

(hey all. This is a new series and will be a lot less kinky than previous pieces. Expect some feel good stuff rather than dirty and kinky)

There was something I noticed on our first date, long before you took me home. Something I realised when our interactions were still polite, when I wasn’t sure what I thought of you, what I wanted, or what you could give me.

My observation wasn’t of you, but of myself.

A long dating resume had taught me what incidental touch does on a date, what loaded meaning a stroke of the arm, a bumping of knees, a playful poke can carry. A woman’s wordless message of “It’s okay. I want this. Touch me back. “

But on this occasion, it wasn’t a message I had set out to send. It wasn’t a thought that crossed my mind. I was busy trying to work you out with more evolved parts of my brain. So why was my skin being drawn to yours? Once, twice, thrice. I chastised myself every time. *don’t lead him on. What are you doing? You don’t even like him*

Rebecca: Becky [Gentle Mdom] [Short story] [Hypnosis] [Fingering] [PIV] [Virginity] [First Time] [Build up] [FM] [Arranged Marriage] [NSFW] [Strangers to Lovers] [Sequel] [Ongoing Story?]

This is the follow up to a short story I wrote some time ago. If you haven’t ready read the first part, I encourage you to [check it out.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/docovt/rebecca_false_magic_gentle_mdom_short_story/)

**Rebecca:**

**Becky**

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

Rowan only smiled, sitting opposite her on the bed. “It’s good to finally hear you, Becky.”

“Is it now?” she replied, her voice taking on an almost acidic pleasantness. “So you’ve gotten me to talk. Does that make you feel good?”

Her voice was a little rusty, deeper than Rebecca was used to. Only minutes before it had been impossible to consider speaking like this. Her words had stuck in her throat and chocked her for so long, every thought strangling her, and now…

“Fuck you.”

He laughed. “Well, fuck you too.”

She glared at him.

“Come on Becky,” he said, his voice soft, “tell me what’s on your mind.”

There was a beat, a silence as they stared at each other, the fire in Becky’s eyes burning hotter and hotter until; “I wasn’t ready for this!”

“For what?”