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The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 1 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking]

*I just couldn´t resist and had to post it on this special day. Enjoy!*

**Jenine**

Quenching of my thirst brought me the satisfaction big enough to forget the bargain about my life. Now the sleep might cure me a little too. I was the last to go to bed and obviously I am not going to move an inch, just like Barbara and Ms. Kelly. Zita´s head with honey hair was retracting and ejecting for some reason and Ms. Hamilton was wiggling all the time. Yes, I was asleep just as I covered myself.

I woke up still in the total dark. All the dreams forgotten, as my usually are. I have seen Ms. Hamilton was rolling from side to side, obviously unable to finally rest. Others were deeply asleep, in fact, Barbara was snoring loudly. Even from my bed I could see through the window the distant line of other rooms in the mass of Princess Tower, illuminated on more than one place by the lights switched on. Was this time of the reveille? It looked too irregular for that. But then, would it be tolerated too much in advance? Read more »

My Name Is Alex [Gay] [mM] [bd] [Mdom] [anal] [oral]

My name is Alex. I’m a professional BMX racer, I do mountain climbing in my spare time and can bench press 350 pounds. I can run a mile in less than five minutes. I’m not saying this to brag, I just want you to understand that I’m kind of a big deal. I’ve taken on just about everything the world has to offer and there isn’t anything I can’t handle. That’s why I thought booking a gay sex dungeon would be a great idea.

Hold on, let me back up a bit. First, I’m not gay. I’m strictly all about the pussy, which I can get, any time I want and as much as I want. I’ve never seen a dick and thought, “You know what? I’d really like to give that a good sucking”. Body hair is a total turn off. I can’t do it, limp noodle. Disgusting. So why did I book a gay sex dungeon? Well, a few months ago, one of my surfing buddies had the nerve to call me a Homo. I laughed it off and called him fucking stupid. No big deal. But, the more I thought about it, the more an idea kind of came to me. Read more »

The coaxing out of a [Fdom] by her [Mdom] [FM]

I want her to amazon fuck me on the bunk bed

She can play with my ass if she wants

I’ll teach her how boys fuck

I can guide her through it

Warm me up

Eat my ass with eyes that tell me you want me

Swallow my cock with eager determination

Play with my nipples,… use her hands all over

Make me want it, physically

Emotionally

Then, only once she’s coaxed me into it, can she open my legs

Easing me into submission

Pushing my legs as far back as she can

To my limit,… muscles & tendons extended

Cock rigid & being pulled down into position

She mounts me amazon,… don’t wait—no chances for retreat,… don’t ask—permission to take has already been given with eyes & thighs

With her legs straddling me, she spits on her palm & hastily lubes her lips,… wiping the remainder on my dick head

This is it,… she’s found the automatic motions of a boy intent on penetration

She’s navigating the head to her slit with her hand,… eyes intently watching it open up, accepting Read more »

MF – Revenge in the Professor’s Office – Maledom

My classmates always used to wonder how I did so well in your notoriously difficult courses. I’m a good student, that can’t be taken away from me, but most of them were good students as well. I’m the only one who regularly came away with a 4.0. As much as I studied, my real work was put in underneath your desk. For nearly four years, about half of my undergrad and all of my graduate program we had a weekly office meeting that would inevitably end with my mouth between your thighs. In the beginning you wore sheer nude stockings, pencils skirts, expensive lingerie…you were clearly trying to seduce me. As the years went on you worried less about your appearance. You still occasionally wore nice clothes, you still had meetings after all. But jeans became more common. Sometimes you were still wearing the yoga pants you had on at the gym just thirty minutes before. It was the power trip for you, the dominance. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Prologue [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

*Repost*. *Please, forgive me some potential hiccups in English and enjoy! Check out the profile for following parts.*

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**Prologue**

My backside was already sore from the bus tour and the thighs weren´t exactly in paradise either. The mind was preoccupied with other troubles. The girl things. The feelings of injustice. The school things. Well, the September was almost here and I was just seventeen. It wasn´t so unbelievable that I rode to boarding school… Except gal sitting jest next to me, looking from the windows with red eyes, was definitely around 40. I´ve seen quite a lot of variations, though not someone who would be much older than her… In a vicinity I saw a four girls around my age, three of them just mortified, the last one was trying to help Asian with a long hair who couldn´t stop crying and was probably 20-something.

More sounds were coming from the above deck of the bus. There was something perverted about it, but I felt some security from the thuds of steps of the wardens above. Not so much from seeing them down here. I wished with all my heart that suddenly some vortex would open before the bus and we would end in some another dimension. But, in a sense, that´s exactly where we were heading. The Logic, you ceased to be. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 5 – Zita and Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Unconfortable territory] [Noncon]

**Zita**

Even if it was our last moment here, I wouldn´t rank the ceremony much high. I think 5/10 or 6/10 at the tops. Now, if somebody sprayed that on the warden´s door, would the attempt for constructive criticism be taken as an offence? I know, In any case somebody should wash the door…

Anyway, the final return to the room for today was tightened and chaotical at the same time. Me, Barbara and barely responding Therese were ordered to be quick and wardens explained the reason right at the start.

“You have an immediate curfew. Tomorrow there won´t be PE and you´ll have The Art of Homemaking. In 5:30 you go with us for your own breakfast and then you´ll join the cooks during preparing meal for our guests.” I was tired, but at the same time stressed, so I don´t know if my body will sleep at all, let alone with such strict reveille. I must appreciate some progress, no doubt. Better be cooking and be dirty from the food than fighting in the mud. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation]

**Jenine**

The spirit of those, who don´t let themselves tyrannized, is always free! Therefore you must put a fight and you must feel pain as an evidence that tyrants noticed you. So I hesitated only a very little before turning room 35, the supposed site of love unholy in every way, into battlefield.

I was expected there by two sluts in their 20´s. Totally nude one was eating some hot rice at the table, the other one was just lying, decorated with giant shiny strap on. The great expectations.

Nobody had to remind us that we are supposed to obey, or we´ll be sorry and sore. I´ve counted on that, since somebody has to lead by example. None of us three said a word. I just went to that dull face filled up with food and after my best frowning I simply gave her slap with open palm, polluting the table and the carpet with the white muck. I lifted up the slut and then threw her on the floor, her nude figure now showing bent leg, paralysed in shock and also slightly twisted back, covered by brown hair. The events unfolding went quickly with me not daring to care. The slut with a strap on turned around simple switch on a wall just above the pillows and jumped nervously to the other side with the arms spread out, which made a short comical sight. The door opened after buzzing. Well, I wouldn´t think the bullies would be far…Trio of female wardens had obvious picture to behold. Straponed slut was now covering behind them, the other was crawling under the table. Read more »

“That’s my Good Girl…” [MF] [Light MDom]

It was our date night, and it was perfect so far. We had dinner at our favorite Taco spot, and the great food was elevated by some really good tequila. We talked, and grinned, and laughed the whole time, the rest if the world melting away, and us two the only ones that mattered. Through the merriment though, there was another sentiment that was building. Though neither of us spoke of it, it was communicated through our eyes, our body language, our smiles. We were both so fucking aroused, and couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other. Soon, we’d have our chance. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 7 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*Don’t be ashamed of your kink.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 7

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“I can make you do anything I want” I whispered in her ear.

It had been maybe a half an hour since I drugged my mother and I was beginning to see signs of her impending trip as we stood together under the shower.

From behind, I cupped her soft breasts against the stinging needles of hot water flowing over us. She leaned back against me, her body languid and loose for the first time since I attacked her. With the first waves of molly amplifying her sensations she seemed to have forgotten that she was my prisoner.

“Or you can let me,” I said with my lips against her neck while gently rolling her hardening nipples between my fingers.

I was in a partial crouch with my knees outside of hers so that my stiff cock was low enough to slide under her ass and through her lovely thigh gap. She responded to my touch by rolling her hips in slow circles back against me causing her succulent pussy lips to slide back and forth over my dick like a wet mouth. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.” Read more »