Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 5 [inc, M/s, BDSM, water-sports, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother
[minor water-sports event]


Chapter 5

Robert sat frozen in disbelief. He’d seen his mother change from an unwilling victim to a bitch eager to suck cock. At least, that’s what it looked like! He didn’t know she just wanted to end her torture quickly. While watching his younger brother drive hard prick meat into their mother’s face, Robert got as hard as his brother! He bolted from the couch. “You really put it to her, Tommy. It’s my turn.”

“Yeah, she sucked better than any of those books ever said.” Tommy made room for his brother, despite the room spinning from his orgasm’s intensity. He hugged a wall to keep from stumbling. “Mom, I bet you even liked it.”

“I hated it!” Joan complained.

“Sure you did, Mom.” Robert stepped up to his kneeling mother. “I saw you go after Tommy’s dick, like a pro. You were born to suck cock, weren’t you?”

His mother worried if he told Robert the truth, that she just wanted to get over with it, he might punish her. “No, Robert. I swear. I just did what he told me.”

The Dominant Mistress And Her Younger Slave

My first encounter with Dominant Mistress Joanne was at the age of 19 in the Boston area. This was well before the internet age. Communication was through personal ads in the underground newspaper under alternative lifestyles. There were all types of ads, but one was from a Mistress advertising for a slave. I wrote to the PO box. Within a week I received a reply. We continued to write, exchanging letters every week or so (due to mail delivery times) until finally after about 1 month and 1/2, I was given a phone number to call and time and place to meet.

It was a beautiful fall day, early Saturday afternoon in the Boston area. This was a suburban neighborhood, neat rows of average houses on a tree lined street. I found the address, parked and rang the doorbell. A woman answered. She did not “fit” my description of a dominatrix or Prodomme. She wore a blue jean maxi dress that buttoned all the way down the front with flat black buttons. She wore lace boots which were the style at the time with chunky heels. Her black hair was put up in a bun and she wore glasses.

Fulfilling A Christmas Wish [M/F] [Mdom] [Rape fantasy] [Cheating]

My second story! A reminder that this is rape fantasy between two consenting adults, but of course trigger warning regardless. As with the first story, I’m blending fact and fiction, so no need to try to dissect if this is made up or not. Parts are, and parts aren’t. This is just for fun for myself and those who might enjoy it. Feel free to leave feedback!

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I’ve always enjoyed sexting. Coming up with sexy scenarios and telling someone what I want to do to them has always turned me on. I love painting a picture in my partner’s head of all the dirty things I would do to them if we were actually in the same room together. Often, I’ve done this with strangers online on Omegle, or here on reddit. Other times it has been with girlfriends while I’m away from them either for the night or for a trip. On the rare occasion, I’ve been lucky enough to do this with just regular friends.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 4 [inc, M/s, BDSM, water-sports, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .

[warning: chapter 4 contains water sports. It’s the only chapter that goes into detail about it. Not really my thing, but it brings important continuity to Kathy Andrew’s original story.]

Chapter 4

“NO! I’ll never let you do that! Let me go. You’ve had your fun. I promise I won’t tell your father. You hurt me so much. I can hardly stand.” She wept profusely. “You mustn’t ever do to me, what you said, Robert.”

Tommy growled, “We can do anything we want, to you, Momma, forever and ever.”

“Just let me take a hot bath and forget this ever happened.” She sank to her knees, thankful to rest them on the cups of her fallen bra. The sleeves of her blue dress draped from her waist like defeated sock puppets.

“Heh,” Tommy added, “We don’t have to take baths tonight!”

Robert’s softening dick reminded him of the other thing. He scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Yeah!” Tommy cheered.

[FM, Mdom, Work, Cheating] A Cheating Vignette

*You slut,* I think as guilt invades my mind, torments my emotions. Mike, my forty-year old boss, clamps a calloused hand on my left breast. Dad got me this job through a client after I graduated from college. Secretary and bookkeeper for a wholesale plumbing supply business. Not exactly what I majored in, but it was more than I’d get working at Starbucks.

I was getting married in June. Paul was finishing up a one-year master’s program in Pittsburgh. Then we’d marry and start our life together. I moaned as Mike teased my nipples into erect eager little peaks. I knelt on the creaking backroom cot, while he moved off my breasts and pushed me down, his hands now grasping my tight bottom. His hands move, expertly, over my body and he growls, “Slut, I knew you wanted this.”

I respond, arching back, feeling the heat of his body. My panties are around my knee and my skirt is rucked up around my hips. Then I cry out as he slaps one cheek and I feel the weight of his body pushing me down. I’m so fucking aroused. “Don’t,” I gasp.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 3 [incest, mom/son, BDSM, enslavement, slow, mast, mdom, spank, rough]

Chained and Spanked Mother,

by DiscipleN

– – – a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” – – –

Chapter 3

Robert snapped open the box cutter’s release. He placed its razor edge just under the girdle’s hem, careful not to slice his mom. From a gentle sawing motion, the stretched material slowly peeled off of her broad cheek as he cut.

Something was happening to her girdle. It felt looser at the base. One of them was cutting it off of her ass! “No!” She hissed into her gag.

“Shhh, Mom. Keep still or I’ll cut you.” To Joan, it sounded more like a threat than a warning.

As the tight material split away, both boys could see the results of their swatting. Red marks crisscrossed their mother’s upper thighs. The wide but shallow welts ran up under her plain, white panty. Its cotton was thick enough to hide the bulk of their effort.

Abruptly, the girdle’s last threads, ripped! It fell to the floor. The sharp sound reminded her of being struck. Joan’s ass flinched and wobbled.

Wild public hookup with Reddit stranger [FM] [Str8] [exh] [Mdom]

Our relationship before we even met was intense. He commented on a photograph of mine on gonewild – me in a pair of high waisted panties, kneeling, without a top or a bra. The caption was ‘what would you do to me ’ his response was this:

*I would put you on your back and push your knees up to your chest with one hand. I’d spit on the other and finger you until your eyes rolled back in your head. At that point I’d let you beg me for my cock and when I was ready I’d use it to stretch you open*

Needless to say I was charmed and wet all at once. The romance, lacking a better word, bloomed. We would exchange messages several times a day, mostly him saying what he would do and me blushing and giggling. He asked for custom pictures and I obliged. Showing him whatever he wanted, as long as he kept telling me what would happen. He lived across an ocean but this week he came to my city.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 2 [incest, mom/son, BDSM, enslavement, slow, mast, mdom, spank, rough]

Chained and Spanked Mother
by DiscipleN

– – – a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ “Chained and Spanked Sister” – – –

Chapter 2

Tommy trusted his brother. Together they had plotted and planned, ever since reading their dad’s dirty books. Before that, each of them privately lusted after their hot mom. The books prompted the naughty secret they had in common, which bonded them greater than most brothers. When Robert mentioned their uncle’s name, Tommy’s jaw dropped. If it weren’t for their uncle, they never would have thought up and persisted through their elaborate, wicked scheme.

About a year ago, Uncle Nick was babysitting them, while their parents when to a company party, and their sister was out fucking. That’s what Tommy imagined Peggy doing. Their uncle was a good sort, who let them stay up late and watch channels they couldn’t normally watch. During a particularly naughty show on cable, after Uncle Nick had drank many beers fortified with vodka, he started talking about how their mother used to be a bigger slut than the naked bitch on the TV. “Some of the guys at school would tell me how they fucked your mom, to piss me off. I fought the first six or seven, but every week a different guy would tell me how they called her a bitch and a cunt or a cocksucker, to get her all hot and want to fuck or suck or both.” Uncle Nick fell asleep after saying that.

Who a King must do – An erotic story set Azeroth (MxF)(Mdom)(Fantasy)

Chapter 0 – Prologue – A host to be repaid

“That concludes my report, High King Anduin,” Genn Greymane announced and sat back into his seat on the wooden table that had hastily brought there a few days ago, and had since not moved an inch. Piles of documents were steadily added and just as little as the young king had and Genn threw his report on there in a dismissive fashion.

In the past, the exiled king Greymane would have been more orderly in his approach to documents, but since awakening to the Worgen curse he had grown more rash in many of his decision. The curse brought with it some blessings as well, despite his silver hair and beard he was full of vitality and vigour. Not just in his daily life or battle, something that his wife could attest to. She had needed…assistance in the bedroom to please her husband’s desires ever since then.

“We have no food to feed them, no room to house nor anything else they might desire,” High King Anduin answered what he had just heard. “Damn that banshee, her and her warmongering, honourless ways.”

The Eighth God Ch. 01 [mf][mdom][slave][rough][choking]

Arriving back at the camp, the general dismounted his horse, and beelined towards his great tent. Barely paying attention to his page, who took his horse to be fed and watered, he strode into his tent, pushing away the heavy curtains that served as a doorway with a single sweep of his arm. The interior of the tent was dimly lit, a giant red rug lined the floor, with lion and tiger skins strewn about. Other than the rugs and skins, it was a relatively sparsely decorated tent, designed for comfort and ease of transportation. What caught the general’s eye, however, was the sight of his favorite pleasure slave, Jani, fully naked save for an iron collar with three glistening topazes, and oiled with scented lavender from head to toe.

The slave was a petite blonde, presumably from some northern barbarian tribe, as her features aren’t broad and sharp enough for her to be a Kaskarian. She kept her hair long, knowing her master liked to keep a tight grip on it while pounding her from behind. Delicate features, foxy eyes with dark eye-colors around them, making her look like a wanton slut. A small but well shaped nose, and a small, pouty mouth adorned her almond shaped face, which tapered to a small, pointed chin. She delighted in serving her master, and knew that he was especially savage with her when his blood was high after a day’s battle. The general was indiscriminate with his usage of her holes, and she kept both of them well lubricated in anticipation of a hard fucking.