Another Play Night Pt. 5 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Role Reversal] [Anal] [Rape] [CNC?] [Paddle?] [Shower Sex]

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10omlea/another_play_night_pt_4_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)

Author’s Notes (Warnings? Disclaimers?): Back to some heavier stuff again. This isn’t meant to be any sort of broad statement on sexual assault or any sort of apologizing for those who commit it, but focuses on a very specific type that does happen even if no one seems to ever talk about it (I tried to do a little research but came up with nothing on this particular scenario), even though it does unfortunately happen. Again, not based on a specific incident, but loosely on what some people I’ve known talked about. I might do another alt ending at some point that has to do with a different kind of brain problem just to make it match up with the first part, but haven’t started it yet so we’ll see.

Another Play Night Part 5 of 5: Won’t End it There (You Can’t Undo What You Did)

I assumed she was just messing with me as she untied me. “You look pretty worn out, babe. Let’s leave the clean up for the morning so we can get you some rest.” I had a little trouble standing, what with the freshly fucked ass (seriously, was it always like this? She must be better at dealing with pain than I thought). I watched as she began undoing the buckles on her strap as I tenderly took off the ball gag.

Another Play Night Pt. 3 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Teasing] [Handjob] [Buttplug] [Puppy] [Cuddling] [Mommy] [MD/LS Roleplay]

[Continued From](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10jhvog/another_play_night_pt_2_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)

Another Play Night Part 3 of 5: Re-imagining the Tail (Why Does it Keep Coming Back to Moms)

“I feel bad for the guy, it’s not his fault his owner’s been acting like a big dunce.”

Funny how she could call me a slut or a perv or whore all night and I wouldn’t think twice about it, but dunce? Sorry, “big” dunce? That somehow felt more demeaning. She silenced my train of thought by rubbing her spit covered foot on the head of my cock peaked out of my boxers, making me audibly whimper.

“I should probably give my poor baby some relief before you end up with a priapism or something, but you’ll have to give *me* something first…” Wasn’t sure how I liked the sound of that last part. The way she was acting tonight kind of threw anything I’d come to expect from her out the window. “How about you bend over and stick your sweet patoot up in the air. And pull down your undies while you’re at it.”

Another Play Night Pt. 4 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Bondage] [Paddle?] [Pegging] [Denial]

[Continued From](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10n2wd4/another_play_night_pt_3_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_fdom/)

Another Play Night Part 4 of 5: It’s a Hard Lesson to Learn (She Sure Has You Pegged)

I was about to apologize again when she began to speak in that I’m-not-angry-just-disappointed voice. “I even put my titty in your mouth, and at the first sign of push back, you pulled away. Did I use the safe word? Did you yellow light and ask what the deal was? I really thought we were making progress…”

At this point I would honestly rather go back to the slapping. At least then I had something to distract from the turmoil of doubt and guilt brewing inside. She wasn’t happy and it was, of course, my fault. Just like when I accidentally found the stethoscope, it seemed I’d developed a penchant for ruining things.

The ashamed look on my face only seemed to make her irritation worse. “Nothing else to be done for it, then. I’ll just have to lead by example. Go fetch the footstool while I get things ready. You know the one.” she ordered.

Another Play Night Pt. 2 of 5 [M/F] [20s-40s] [GFE] [Fdom] [Msub] [Teasing] [Fingering] [Denial] [Slapping] [Paddle] [Name Calling] [Foot Play]

[Continued From](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10i5lp1/another_play_night_pt_1_of_5_mf_20s40s_gfe_talk/)

Another Play Night Part 2 of 5: The Memory is Just Out of Reach (There’s Trickery Afoot)

Instead of starting off in bed like the last two times, she had me stand in the middle of the bedroom. She’d already had my t-shirt and boxers laid out and I smiled to myself when I noticed they had just come out of the dryer, all warm and smelling fresh. It was a nice touch and I wondered if she was planning something that involved a lot of cuddling, since it was getting pretty cold out, what with the hemispheres shifting in relation to the sun and all.

I stood there for a bit, my mind going over various scenarios that would be all warm and snuggley. Strangers trapped in a blizzard and needing to keep each other from freezing? Maybe… Christmas elf? That seemed a stretch, but would explain the bags of stuff she ran through the living room with when she got home, big enough to hide a costume.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 3 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

Once my heart rate has returned to normal, I feel her hand wrap itself around my cock, then instantly I’m hard again. Her smirky grin tells me we’re not done yet. She lifts her head, and turns to our new friend, “Barry, would you like to suck his cock?”

Apparently, Barry likes this idea, as his cock twitches, and he almost springs off the bed. She guides me onto my back, before lowering her pussy onto my face, and I get straight to work licking her, dragging my tongue from her asshole to her clit, savouring the excited wetness.

Moments later I feel an unfamiliar mouth on my cock, and moan into her juicy pussy as my hips roll involuntarily. He’s almost as good as she is, and I won’t last long with the two of them giving me their attention.

Swirling, sucking, stroking, and I have to focus hard on keeping my tongue moving on her clit, or I’m going to lose myself in the intense sensations.

Then he stops and pulls away, leaving my spit-soaked cock waving in the cool air. I squirm and hump the air, wanting the attention back, but she places her hands on my chest and wiggles her hips back and forth, concentrating my mind back on her sopping holes.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 2 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

I blush deeply as she laughs, and he walks into the centre of the room, turning to take it all in and nodding approval at the huge mirror.

“I think you should undress him,” she says to me. “Slowly.”

He stands with his arms apart invitingly, and I slip his jacket off his shoulders, before loosening his tie. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, beginning to expose the hair on his chest, then she’s there whispering in my ear.

“First time experiences are rare at our age, and are too often rushed and disappointing. This will be neither of those; now slow down and undress him carefully. Your first time being fucked by a man will be indescribably memorable if you take your time. Good boy.” She pats my arse, and sits back down.

I take a deep breath, and calm myself. I’ve undressed many women, and none of them in this nervous and clumsy way. At least not for a couple of decades, anyway.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 1 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

We walk into the hotel bar, and she sends me to get drinks while she finds us a booth with a people watching view. I have the same cocktail she’s ordered, and join her at a seat with a view of almost the whole bar.

I sit opposite, but it’s small enough that we can lean close together and whisper about the other patrons. It’s also small enough that she can easily stretch out a leg and brush my chastity cage with her toe. I know that because it’s what she immediately does when I take my place.

The cage is covered in her black lace knickers, the ones she wore most of the day and threw at me when we were getting dressed for the evening. I was allowed a sniff before putting them on, and as always, her delicate aroma made my head spin with desire.

On top of that, I’m perfectly respectable in a dark suit, with a tie that matches her burgundy dress. We look conservative and normal. Not out of place or drawing attention, just background to the other drinkers. You’d walk right past us without a second thought. It’s possible that you have.

MindTech Industries – Chapter 8: The Gift [F29][M27] [Femdom] [Malesub] [Bondage] [body transformation] [watersport] [Sci-Fi]

Sorry I’ve been absent for a while, had lots of IRL stuff happening but I should be posting the 2 last chapter to this story during the week.

[Link](https://www.reddit.com/user/_CumInMePlz_/comments/yvactm/list_of_all_my_erotic_stories/) to previous chapters and all my other stories.

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As promised, a week later The Shaper contacted me to tell he was done. I was about to go do a test at the lab but once again, they woke me up saying an error happened and they had to cancel. “Perfect.” I thought. I met him at his workshop once again and we went down into his lair. On the desk was a rather large sealed box.

“This is by far my best creation. I need to give it to your Mistress personally to explain to her how it works though.”

So he picked up the box, put it in my car and we rode back to the Mindtech industries tower. I called Miss Demers saying someone wanted to see her in her office so we installed ourselves in there and waited for her to arrive from the lab.

She opened the door violently and not wasting a second she started asking questions:

Good Christian Boy (Day 9 – Kinkmas) [corruption] [malesub] [femdom]

On the ninth day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… a good little Christian and a horny woman ready to corrupt him.

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Soooo y’all are getting a triple upload today, haha. I meant to do all this stuff daily, but the other day my wifi went out, and now I had to take my cat to the vet and can’t afford her treatment right now and it’s really stressful (commissions welcome btw, hint hint). I will be posting Day 9, 10, and 11 today.

ALSO!!! For those who have been following my 12 Days of Kinkmas since Day 1, I just realized that I fucked up the titles haha. Somehow I ended up with two “Day 4″s and never caught it, so I’ve been a day off with my stories. Today is Day 9!! Not Day 8 like I thought haha. Day 12 is still going to be on the 24th (tomorrow). Now on to the story!

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Good Boy [MF 18+] [Msub]

“Don’t look at me unless I give you permission.” 

The muscles in Xavier’s arms were taut, standing out in sweeping swaths beneath his smooth skin. He’d just got back from a run and I’d told him to hang his sweat soaked crumpled v-neck on the door hook to dry. Now there he knelt, shirtless and stiff at my feet. His fingers were interlocked, thumbs on top, and wrists tight together as if bound. He didn’t need restraints though we liked them well enough on occasion. Today was a hot day. The rotating fans whirred a breeze I hoped would help him cool down momentarily. 

Xavier knew to keep his eyes low, his back straight, ass tight, and head down. He listened so well,

“Straighten up.” 

His torso and thighs stiffened visibly but the shoulders stayed low. 

Light from the evening sun took on a ruddy orange hue as its rays cast through the western window. For a second, I just admired the scene. I could see our shadows splayed across the carpet and partially up the bed skirt and I knew the slight tremble in his silhouette was from exertion. He liked long runs as much as he liked to serve. Still, his posture didn’t slip. Gosh, the stretch of his back was as clear and ready to mark as the rest of him. If I had it my way, I’d use my nails to streak that tan expanse with thin red lines only barely fading by the end of the night.