The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 6 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Dubcon][Humiliation]

**Stacey**

“*Your honeymoon has passed*

*Rings have become vises*

*Amidst of misery*

*You are finding me*

*I don´t come with cost*

*So why should you be lost?*

*Venus of the dusk*

*Venus from the dawn*

*Star of ancient love*

*In heat I smell musk…”*

Singing of mine is theoretically the backbone of this short appearance in the Lovemaking bar, while I think it makes difference for about quarter of the guests. They don´t bother to hush, they clink with glasses of whiskey and they are sneering at previous karaoke songstresses. Those are waiting under stripper poles, the upcoming test ground.

I finished the song graceful, God willing. More than once I emphasized allurement to the douches. Lyrics being not overtly flirtatious, I could do it sparingly and tastefully. I was enchanting guys in pubs, cabarets and motorcycle club three dozen times on my jobs.

The bar area lighted up and applause, ordinary on itself, was storming with cacophony of indecency unheard of this evening. Spokeswoman in the corner smiled, raising arm with a card that read 8/A-. Just stop, people. Offense from you is praise and vice versa.

The Business Deal (MF)(bd)(Mdom)(interr)(nc)(oral)(piv)(reluc)(voy)(wife)

Ben and Patricia are a middle aged couple, and happily married for 15 years, Patricia was a teacher and Ben owned his own small business making a product and it was a growing business, still just making a small profit but it was a profit! Ben shipped all over the country and had several customers that made large orders from him, but one in particular was his biggest customer, his name was Cam, and he was in Atlanta, several hundred miles away from where Ben’s company was, about a year ago he was on the phone with Cam and talking over a order and at the end of the call, Cam said that he had been on Patricia’s Facebook page and he just wanted to see our family pictures, he went on and on about how pretty Patricia was, Ben thought it was a little weird but he said thank you for the compliment, and how he knows that he was a lucky man and left it at that, Cam usually would call in orders a couple times a month and Ben started noticing that Cam would always bring up Patricia, asking Ben to tell her things like he was sorry for putting so much work on Ben and keeping him busy all the time, and taking time away from her, things like that, after a while he started to feel like Cam had a thing for Patricia but he didn’t worry about it, I mean he lives 500 miles away so Ben just let it keep going

[MF, blowjob/facefuck, hairpulling, mild Mdom] More witching hour fun, from her perspective

I’ve always had trouble sleeping. You’ve known that, practically since you’ve known me, hell, it’s one of the many things we have in common. The other major thing we have in common is really liking sex, really *needing* sex… and frankly, liking and needing the same *kind* of sex. That is to say, sex when you take charge, order me around, take what you want from me, use your strength against me and fuck me until I scream, only to finally say those words that send shockwaves through me – good girl. I love being good for you, and you love that what is mine, is yours.

It was very early in the morning. I could tell that it wasn’t the middle of the night but that the sun had yet to rise behind the not completely effective blackout curtains in the bedroom. I checked the little clock on the nightstand, 5am… of course it was 5am, I was, after all, punctual to a fault.

[Mdom+/F] [reluc] [v] [bdsm] THE FILM STAR is a hardcore erotic story of reluctance and submission. A violent image of abuse, domination, and torrid sex.

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Would it be possible to find yourself in this position? A business dinner and meet a famous film star. You make his acquaintance with the utmost confidence. Confidence that is shattered when you become the powerful man’s sexual plaything, and then it gets “worse” and you’re given to his bodyguards to do with what they will… Would it be possible, would it?…

You have been invited to a business dinner at a large company headquarters. It is a black-tie event and will consist of over a hundred people attending at the company headquarters to be served champagne and a buffet-style meal.

You dress for the occasion; high strapless heels, a black lace g-string, and a low cut almost backless black evening dress that flows down to your ankles but is split on the side almost to your g-string.

Your hair and make-up are immaculate, and a full body wax has ensured that your skin is as smooth as a baby’s… a touch of perfume and you are the most stunning person at the function.

My foray into the world of link [bdsm] [MDom] [Fsub] [bondage] [Hitachi] [squirting]

I recently experienced BDSM for the first time as a submissive. I know that I am a submissive because it is the only avenue, at the expert hands of someone else who graciously lends me the fruits of their meticulous craft, through which my constant churning mind silences. The violent, constant churning of contradictory states of inner world come to an abrupt stop, yet there is no lurch of inertia that jostles you. It defies description and physics.

There are scenes within scenes.

First, there was the equipment setup, where I assisted Sir and helped with the unpacking of the toys and spreader bar. I don’t have many of my own toys. I do use a dildo but using it must feel akin to feeling how a carnivore feels if it is forced to eat tofu – never completely satisfying, means to an end. I had never used a Hitachi wand on myself. Yeah, really. I have been in handcuffs and role played as a submissive before, but this was a complete production. A one-woman production, but Sir was the director, choreographer, art designer, sound and lighting tech, stage crew, makeup, and curtain call. There were toys in shapes and sizes I had never seen before. A toy of three-pronged pleasure, a double-penetrative double dildo thingy, and a buttplug that both inflated AND vibrated. What.

Daddy’s First Taste [FM] [DD/lg] [oral] [Mdom]

So I just wanted to preface this story with a little bit of backstory for those of you who like that added factor, however if you wanna skip to the actual encounter/story, I’ll mark it clearly for all of you.

He’d responded to a post I’d made on Reddit, seeking a Daddy, and we chatted intensely until we ended up chatting outside of the Reddit platform. We chatted often, and for months – we’d skyped several times as well. The only reason we hadn’t seen each other yet was because of timing. So one day I was down near him for an appointment, and had spent that day sending videos of my tits out in the car. After my appointment, he realised how close I was to him, and asked if I wanted to meet him at a carpark 10 minutes away just in time for his lunch break. I agreed.

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Letters From Daddy, part 2 [Mdom] [exhibitionism] [possession] [fsub] [ddlg]

A few tweaks on your phone later, and my surprise is done. You’ve been waiting on the couch and I wonder what your fretful little head has imagined I’d be doing to your electronic life.

I sigh to myself, and ruminate on your adorable neuroses. I know you’re biting your cuticles, tapping your foot, barely watching your favourite television show because you’re wondering what I’ve got coming for you.

It’s not like you don’t trust me. Really, I don’t think anyone has ever trusted me more. Those big brown eyes never suggest a doubt. And I’d never give them reason to- your adoration and faith in me is priceless.

I pocket your phone and walk over to the lounge, standing over you and blocking your view of the television.

“Princess, Daddy needs to interrupt your show”. You giggle, knowing I know you have no fucking idea what’s happening on the screen. An exaggerated pout follows

“Yes Daddy?” You say sweetly, just the smallest hint of irony in your voice. My cock twitches, aching to touch those sweet “yesdaddyyeswolfieanythingyouwantpleasefuckme” lips of yours, but not before our chat.

An Inexperienced Dom [MDom] [FSub] [Rough Sex] [Light Aftercare]

He looked upon her for what felt like the first time, her naked body splayed out on their bed, with that teasing smile on her face. He reached down and gently stroked Her face saying, “Are you sure you want to do this baby? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” His angel sat up as her eyes began to sparkle and she held his hand, “That’s the point, isn’t it? I want you to hurt me, I want you to throw me around and treat me like a dirty little slut…” She got up close to his ear and whispered “I want you to take me, please, use me.”

Something about the way she pleaded into his ear awoke something in him and his hand quickly slipped around her throat, pushing her back down against the bed as his grip tightened “Is this what you want?” He asked as his free hand began to pinch her exposed nipples, his knee forcing itself between her thighs. She arched her back, looking away as she grinded against his leg “Fuck yes!” She breathed out in a shaky voice. The dom moved his hand from her neck to the back of her head so he could grab her hair and force her to look him in the eye.

Letters to Daddy, 3 [Mdom] [fsub] [bodywriting] [bondage] [possession] [reddit themed]

Effortlessly, I’m lifted off the bed. There is such a thrill in knowing I’m your little paper doll, practically weightless. Years of athletic dedication have sculpted you, and throwing me around is no task at all. There is no want for masculinity here: you personify it.

For a moment I try to visualise myself through your eyes, keenly aware that “Clever Pet” has been made unintelligible by the combination of sweat, spit and cool cotton of the sheets.

Brought to the lounge room mirror, you place me on the floor, holding the rope to steady me from toppling. One hand there, the other cupping my face. The load you left between my cheeks is sliding down my thighs, mixing with my own arousal.

“Look, little one. Aren’t you lovely?”, your hand squeezes my face a little tighter, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t dare look away, as much as the sight fills me with an unnerving cocktail of humiliation, shyness, and want.

I nod in response.

“Do you know what your back says, baby? Or were you too preoccupied with how I filled your little cunt?”

The Freedom of Submission [D/s] [Spanking] [Mf] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Trans]

Her breaths tell a story.

Rapid and inconsistent, they tell me of boundless excitement as I begin the slow, measured process of sliding her panties down to her ankles.

They quicken as my hand caresses her bare, smooth bottom, lying prone in my lap. I slide my hand along the curve of her spine. She squirms at my touch. Anticipation. The build up. I watch the muscles in her thighs and calves twitch erratically with every pass of my hand. Trying to predict where the first strike will land. Trying to tense the muscle, have it dissipate the blow. Let her fantasize.

She usually learns to relax. Let it all go. Cheeks unclench, muscles soften. Her aching little hole goes slack. I alternate my caresses between her bottom and the surrounding muscles. Refamiliarizing the parts of her I’ve touched so, so many times. A long, gradual exhale tells me she’s grown accustomed to this kindness.

That’s when the first smack arrives. Hard, right at the curve of her beautiful cleft. She cries out, breath caught in her throat. Her toned rear immediately tenses. Her balls contract. I feel her tiny cock throb against my thigh. Her head hangs low, eyes clamped shut as she fruitlessly tries to squirm away from me.