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Brat Tales – disobedient over dishes [M/f] [stress positions] [edging] [D/s]

You loom over me, hand fisted in my hair as I kneel on the floor at your feet. “You regret being so cheeky, don’t you?”, as you slowly apply pressure to my scalp forcing my chin up so you can see my face. I’m grinning & have a mischievous glint in my eye as I ponder how we got to this point & where things will go next.

A polite evening of light & easy conversation, a bottle of malbec shared over a meal, sitting outside enjoying the slow twilight with an aperitif when you suggested, rather firmly, that I should do the dishes. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not that kind of sub”, I laugh (I fully intended to clean up, you cooked after all, but I wanted to see if some disobedient teasing would elicit a reaction) “Besides, it won’t take you long, you can’t have dirtied many dishes throwing ping meals in the micro” I flashed an exaggerated grin knowing you had expended significantly more effort on our repast than that. Read more »

Repost: Commute [MF]

Sam Sheldon preferred to ride the city’s MetroRail system to and from work. The commute was only forty-five minutes one way. The railcars were often filled to the hilt with people, and the cleanliness was sometimes questionable. But the expense of maintaining a car and parking it in the city made riding the public railway system the most economical and sensible way to go.

The MetroRail had become more than a means of transportation for him. Each railcar became a mobile temple where he could meditate on his mundane life, and hope to find some sort of enlightenment. He thought about his marriage and his wife, who was emasculating and sexually distant. He thought about his two teenage sons, spoiled by the privilege of living in the suburbs and not having to work for the material things they wanted. He thought about his home with its overwhelming spaciousness and expensive décor. He thought about his demanding boss at the architectural firm he worked, and the clients who were unrealistic and unyielding in their deadlines. Read more »

The Mousy Landlord (Part 3): The Tightest Goodbye [MF]

*Months ago when I posted my first two encounters with my landlady (see my post history), I received a ton of messages and comments asking if there was a third hookup. As I said in the comments, we did indeed have a final encounter just as I was moving out of the unit. I’ve been meaning to write up a retelling of this final encounter, but failed to find the time until now. To those who asked: here it is.*

*( Also if anyone has any advice/tips/experience regarding self-publishing erotic writing/journaling, please msg me! I need help lol )*

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My lease was up, and as much as I liked the unit’s price tag, there were too many issues with the place for me to justify staying. I had found a handful of places that offered more square footage, a better location, some of which were newly renovated, for only $100 (and some change) extra a month. It was time to get out.

I sent my landlord a text informing her that I would not be renewing my lease. She immediately replied with a text explaining what I would need to do to get my security deposit back. The wording was surprisingly clinical, as though I hadn’t spent accumulative hours deep in her guts. Alas, business is business I guess. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 9 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 9: The Game**

The target’s name is Sandra Torres, a college student at the local city college. Reyna made the rules simple: I couldn’t use force. I couldn’t tell her about the game. I could slow Maria down, but I couldn’t tell Sandra about Maria. Reyna was going to have me followed by one of her sluts. I had to put a tracking app on my phone (she would give me cash to buy a new phone afterward because I will never ever use a phone touched by her again). Apparently, the app is also recording audio, and her spies will be following with cameras. She wants to relive this later.

I don’t think Maria has suddenly gained magic powers from Reyna, but I don’t understand how any of this works. Honestly, I can’t worry about what Maria’s doing. I can only focus on what I’m doing.

How the hell do you get a stranger to become your sex slave?

The good news is that I wouldn’t have to manufacture some attraction. I was afraid Reyna would choose someone unattractive to abuse us, but of course, that doesn’t make sense. That isn’t Reyna’s taste, and this is all for Reyna in the end. Read more »

The sexy stranger at the gym gives me a vigorous post-workout in the sauna (Mf)

“I’ve just got two more sets. Hitting triceps and then that’s me I think, I’m pooped already. Going to hit the pool after for a quick dip.” The gym stirs at every corner with activity as the post-lockdown frustrations are vented. Conversation is buzzing and everyone is aggressively hitting the weights after weeks of calisthenics and boredom. I check my arms out in the mirror, trying to ignore some of the creepy looks from the meatheads nearby. The light shining off my dark bronzed skin and creating a nice angle for admiring my tired muscles. My friend Rachel is working out alongside me, her hair neatly done up in a bun and her face straining red as she tries to finish her dumbbell curls with a huge last effort. The weights come flying out of her hands onto the floor as she stands up and catches her breath. It had been a long session, almost an hour. Lots of reps.

She looks at her watch and furrows her brow.

“Damn, lost track of time, I need to get going. Travis is cooking something.”

I roll my eyes, boring boyfriend Travis striking again. I couldn’t see what she saw in him. It was like dating a damp old sponge. Read more »

Center Stage – [MF] Mind Control/Stage Hypnosis, FDom, MSub, Masturbation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism.

For anyone who has read any of my [other stories](https://redd.it/e8trer) this one is a bit different and completely stand alone.

**Synopsis:** Hoping to live out his deepest fantasies, a young fetishist attends his first adult hypnosis show.

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The lights around the bar dimmed; “no going back now,” Grant thought to himself. He knew there was no reason for him to be nervous; he wanted this, but yet, a pit had formed in his stomach.

A voice boomed over the audience, “ladies and gentlemen, for your pleasure, please welcome to the stage, the one, the only, Ms. Guide.” A polite applause echoed through the bar as the stage lights revealed a woman and a row of chairs.

“Hey, how is everyone doing tonight?” The crowd made some noise. “Good. Good. You guys ready to have some fun?” The crowd roared, louder than the before. “Excellent. Now, before we begin the show, can I get a show of hands, who here believes that this is fake in some way or another?” Read more »

Jimmy’s fateful night

For most people, it was a cold winters night. However, this was not the case for Jimmy, for he was resting in his Ergoline Avantgarde 600 Series Sunbed, bathing in 5 kilowatts of simulated sunshine. In his deep meditation when suddenly, he sensed a presence nearby. He felt the hand touch his crotch, not the hand of his bint wife Mel, but of a lady whose handmeat had not yet been sagged by gravity or the cruel sands of time. The hand moved down his warm, moist crotch and slapped his balls around a bit. There was something sexual about not being able to see through his flexible UV eye protection goggles. However, after that time he got pissed on in Moscow, he decided it is better to see and make sure it was not one of them Russian slags. He removed his flexible UV eye protection goggles and was shocked to see it was Cheryl, his daughter. “She turned the weans against us” Jimmy thought of his wife. This made his chunk of cockgoblin rise in a way it had never done before… “Why are you doing this?” whimpered Jimmy. “Around this time of month, I just need a mutton dagger to stab my tuna tank.” She replied. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 1 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation]

**Therese**

I am now a concubine.

The destiny I sense not only when I romp around in bed and as a reward I can snuggle behind Vincent´s arm, becoming another of his cushions. In the days after arrival I live as a blank slate accessory he is guiding and showing new corners of the Tower, sometimes… Sometimes are these too beautiful to exist in a jail, where they tell you the worst kind of women is the best. I can´t have enough of male company, when we are reading with them about trees on the sign boards in the park. I infect Vincent with emotion produced by squirrel mother with her young one riding on her. His mandate on the walk is enumerate his personal trouble and I am suggesting fervent lamentations along with thoughts on solutions.

They rearrange my soul to his mage on the cultural trips, small exhibitions of his taste in art and short excerpts from movies or TV shows he watches. The key is not liking it, but agreeing with him convincingly. Premises of the minigallery wouldn´t be out of the place in the Louvre.

Other parts are ugly as sin. Read more »

Expectation Part 2 Light Domination [MF]

Expectation Part 2

We both pull into the garage at the same time. We stand at our car doors and you look to me for instructions. “Go upstairs and shower. I have plans for you tonight, young lady.”

You smile and turn towards the door to the house. Still a little tipsy from the half bottle of wine you drank you know I’m following behind you. You leave a trail of garments for me to find as I climb the stairs to the bedroom. Your cum stained top, your lacy red bra, the skirt soaked through.

I reach the master bedroom and hear you in the shower. I find the tools I will need for tonight. Silk restraints, lube, vibrator, massage oil, your butt plug, blindfold….

I hear the shower stop and you pull your towel off the towel rack. I turn on one soft lamp in the corner. Enough light to see shapes but dim enough to highten our senses of touch. Read more »