Lady-Provincial [MF] [Fantasy]

The small silver envelope reads “The Honorable Hayley Swarbrick, SS, JD, MLA.” Hayley picks it up from her desk in the legislature’s wing of Wilmot-Horton Palace, the sprawling building that houses the provincial government. It is from the Office of the Chamberlain of Duke Peter of Wilmot-Horton, and contains a summons to the Duke’s Chambers, at nineteen the following evening.

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“Always call him ‘Your Highness,’ and remember that when you’re with the Duke, you should answer any questions he might have. When you’re performing citizen service, it’s easy to see how confidential information could get out, or how inappropriate rumors could be started. As I’m sure you realize, those concerns don’t apply to the Duke.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcroft,” says Hayley.

“Well, Ms. Swarbrick, I think you’re ready for your audience. Thank you for coming early. If you’d like to wait here for a little while, you could catch up on reading or correspondence before going in. Once in the audience chamber, that’s not appropriate.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marcroft. Do you mind if I ask — what’s it like, being in the Duke’s household? Do you often work directly with the duke?”

Bet Me [MF Exhib, Burgeoning BDSM]

[Note: There isn’t a ton of sex in the first two chapters as this is just beginning. This will be the start of a BDSM relationship.]

Chapter One

I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home. I enjoy my job, the self reliance, answering to no one but myself, having to build something from nothing. In fact, if I were to describe myself in a few words, there is no doubt in my mind that the first term I would use would be ‘fiercely independent’. It’s a point of pride. I have tried more traditional jobs when I was younger but I couldn’t cut it. Anything to do with authority, even simple things, made something inside of me react dramatically. I had a natural and thriving instinct for rebellion, if even just out of spite.

This is how I knew myself, for as long as I can remember. I scoffed at doting partners and timid people pleasers. Not because I thought myself better but because I couldn’t fathom that perspective. That was until a few months ago. Since the events I’m about to describe to you, I would’ve bet my left leg that there was no part of me that ached to please. That begged to be dominated. That could be so addicted to someone.

Bet Me [MF Exhib] Ch. 1/2

[Note: There isn’t a ton of sex in the first two chapters as this is just beginning. This will be the start of a BDSM relationship.]

Chapter One

I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home. I enjoy my job, the self reliance, answering to no one but myself, having to build something from nothing. In fact, if I were to describe myself in a few words, there is no doubt in my mind that the first term I would use would be ‘fiercely independent’. It’s a point of pride. I have tried more traditional jobs when I was younger but I couldn’t cut it. Anything to do with authority, even simple things, made something inside of me react dramatically. I had a natural and thriving instinct for rebellion, if even just out of spite.

This is how I knew myself, for as long as I can remember. I scoffed at doting partners and timid people pleasers. Not because I thought myself better but because I couldn’t fathom that perspective. That was until a few months ago. Since the events I’m about to describe to you, I would’ve bet my left leg that there was no part of me that ached to please. That begged to be dominated. That could be so addicted to someone.

The Camgirl Part LV: Stupid Fucking Rules [Mostly-Plot] [Fsolo] [Masturbation] [slight voy]

**LV: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam grinned as he watched Blake play videogames with his roommates. He was sitting out this round, as he’d gotten the lowest score last time. Blake had given him as much shit for that as his roommates had, which oddly, he liked. He also liked that she seemed to feel comfortable here, with him and his roommates. He hadn’t missed the way that she’d pulled off her beanie, letting her hair fall free, the moment Liam had closed the door behind them. Looking Blake up and down, Liam leaned back in his chair–Blake was standing at the moment, knees bent, ass out. He wasn’t sure if that was on purpose or not. He wouldn’t put it past Blake, but she seemed pretty focused on the game.

*We’re really together now.*

That still didn’t entirely seem real. Liam hadn’t even kissed Blake yet, but every time she looked at him…

Liam shivered, remembering even the look she’d given him when he handed her the controller. He knew she wanted him. He couldn’t remember being so confident in that with any other girl. They hadn’t given each other any labels yet, but…

The Nerd Strikes Back [fmmmmmmm] [straight] [voyeur] [fiction]

*Featuring bittybytebaby as Ruby Warner.*

 

It begins with a late transfer to the 11th grade class of Urstwyn High School.

“Please introduce yourself to us, Ms. Warner,” says Mrs. Prior.

The alt girl with pale skin, tattoos, blue hair, and dark blue eyes rises from her seat to address the class. “Hi. I’m Ruby. I’m originally from Dalton. I was attending Dalton High School before I transferred here.”

Before the girl can sit down, Mrs. Prior asks, “And how did you come to move to Urstwyn, Ruby?”

“My dad got a new job here after he was fired for blowing up the laboratory he used to work at. It was an accident but he was fired anyway. Two people died in the explosion.”

A murmur goes up from the class, but it dies down quickly when Ruby adds, “I’m more into computers than chemicals, which is what my father is into. He’s a chemist. I hope to be a web designer someday.”

That first day for Ruby goes by quickly and before the final bell rings, she has a boyfriend named Quentin from 12th (final) grade and has given him a blowjob in the library.

[FFM] [rape] She lured me to him

I see her in the gym all the time. She’s tall and really cut. Gorgeous body, long hair, and blue eyes. I’m straight and married but I find myself occasionally looking at beautiful women and wondering what it would be like to be with one. With my husband, I tend to be the dominate but sometimes craved being used.
After weeks of small talk, Samantha asks if I would like to come back to her house for coffee. She said she had a repair man coming over and needed to be there in case he showed up early. My husband and son were out of town for the weekend so I figure, what the heck.
I followed her home to a sprawling farm. Her house was huge and beautifully decorated. We went to the kitchen and she made us some coffee. We chatted a bit and then she asked if I wanted to see the house.
We started in the basement, then the main floor, and finally upstairs. She showed me all of the bedrooms and we approached the last room. She called it her “relaxation room”. A place she has all to herself to meditate and have alone time.
The minute we walked into the room, I realized our idea of relaxing was very different. The room was huge with a king bed. At all four corners of the bed were straps. On the night stand was a tray of every sex toy you can image and hanging from the ceiling in the corner was a swing.
I immediately turned around to leave but she caught me by the arm, turned the key in the deadbolt, and threw it across the room. Before I knew it, I was on the bed. She was sitting on top of me, pulling my shirt and sports bra off before putting the wrist cuffs on. I was freaking out. She wasn’t talking. Just focused on getting me secure. She pulled my pants down and cuffed my ankles.
I was completely immobile. I asked over and over why she was doing this. She said “because I know you want it. I see you looking at me.”
After she undressed, my vision of a demur housewife went out the window. She started violently attacking my breasts with her hands and mouth. Sucking my nipples, squeezing my tits, biting, pulling. I arched my back to try and get away but the more I arched, the harder she pulled my nipples.
After what felt like forever, she moved one hand down my body and started rubbing my pussy. She said over and over, “see bitch, you know you like it. You’re soaking wet.” She was right, I was. I couldn’t believe how my body was betraying me.
She started with one finger, then two, then three. All the while she had a firm hold of my tit. The more I struggled, the more she pulled.
She released me for a minute and I thought it was over. I began to breathe normally and tried to think of how to get away. Then I heard a sound come from the tray next to the bed. She grabbed a shiny object. I had never seen anything like it before. It looked like a spade on a playing card. She climbed back on the bed, squirted lube on what I now realized was a butt plug, and slowly started to rub it against my asshole. I begged her to stop. I had never had anything in my ass and I had heard horror stories about how much it hurt. She said she didn’t care and that she needed to get me ready for what was coming next.
She pushed the plug in and I screamed. As quickly as it went in, she pulled it back out. I don’t know what hurt more, it going in or coming out. She did it again and again, finally leaving it in as she licked my pussy and sucked my clit.
Then there was a sound at the door. I thought I was imaging things until it opened and a man appeared. He had to be 6’5” or taller. Extremely muscular. He was completely naked and asked Samantha if I was ready. That was when I noticed his cock. Holy fuck it was huge. Not just long but thick. Thicker than I had ever seen. My husband was average sized and in certain positions he felt huge. I was terrified.
While Samantha took off the wrist cuffs, he removed the ankle cuffs. He picked me up and carried me over to the swing. In one motion, he had me face down and she cuffed my hands to a bar on the wall. He put my feet in straps and she crawled under to position her self in front of me between my bound arms. I beg them to stop. I told them I would never tell anyone if they would just let me go.
I could only see Samantha and she was smiling. She looked up at the man she called Eric and asked him if he was ready to play. At that moment, he pulled the plug out and slammed his huge cock in my pussy. My body shot forward. The swing had a spring where it attaches to the ceiling, I bounced a few times before Samantha caught my shoulders. She sat down on a stool in front of me, shoved her huge tits in my face and told me to start sucking. As Eric pushed his cock in and pulled it out, my face was being guided by Samantha. She had ahold of my hair and kept whispering “suck them bitch or I’ll make him slam you harder”.
My pussy was burning. I had never been stretched like that. After a few minutes, he stopped. I thought it was over but then I realized he hadn’t cum. My mind raced. What could possibly happen next that they hadn’t already done to me? Then a flash ran through my head. Samantha had said the plug was to get me ready for what was coming next. I started screaming. There was no way his cock would fit in my ass. The plug hurt so much and his dick was twice the size. I head a squirting sound and something cold on my ass. He pushed a finger into, then another, then a third just like she had done with my pussy. I heard him moaning and telling Samantha to lean over me and get me ready.
I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my ass cheeks and giggling. Then it happened. A pain I had never experienced before. It started and stopped. Then I felt it deeper. In and out, deeper each time until I felt a pop. OMG his cock was in my ass.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Samantha’s pussy was in my face, Eric’s cock was in my ass. He went slowly at first, but eventually picked up speed. His moans got louder, her commanded to pound me increased. I was their fuck toy. The more I struggled, the more it hurt. I tried to calm myself down, willing myself to like it in the hopes it would make it easier. Eric let out a primal yell and came inside of me. After he pulled out, he smacked my ass hard and told me what a good fuck I was. Samantha leaned down, kissed me softly and caressed my face.
They unhooked me from the wall and swing and left the room. They went into the master bedroom and lock the door. I heard Eric say that I was the best fuck Samantha had ever brought him and that she was going to get her reward now.
I grabbed my clothes and ran downstairs. Cum was dripping out of my ass as I pulled my pants on. I threw my shirt on without the bra and ran to my car. Once I got down the road out of sight from the house, I pulled over to get my bearings. I could not believe what had just happened.
For days after, my ass burned. I had flashbacks, remembering every detail. The problem was, the more I remembered, the more I got turned on. I even masturbated to the moment he walked in and I saw his cock. This went on for days and the desire to feel all of it again got stronger. I would see Samantha at the gym and my pussy would get wet. I could feel her tits in my mouth and his cock in my ass.
About three weeks later, I saw her walking across the parking lot, looking in the car windows watching me. She got in her car and I got in mine and I followed her home.
It turns out, being their fuck toy was my dream come true.

You Can Get What You Want, But Not For Long [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

It never takes girls long to figure out that I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from feeling like I’m in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses and become one with another–well, that’s what we tell ourselves. In reality, it’s more like an elaborate form of masturbation. I build the girl up to where I need her to be fuckable. Sometimes that takes a lot of effort, sometimes it’s easy. When it’s over, I crash deeply–roughly in proportion to the limerence high she conjured.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

Maid for You – Part 2 [mf][female masturbation][public nudity]

[…continued from [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e2bkyu/maid_for_you_part_1_mffemale_masturbationpublic/)]

Unbeknownst to Kayla, the slavery programs running through her second skin were brutally efficient at maintaining her arousal levels. Her body had been flooded with microscopic nanomachines during the uniform’s bonding process. These machines were now activating and increasing Kayla’s sensitivity. She’d never felt anything like the stimulation she was currently enduring. It felt like she was being caressed all over, all along her body but also from the *inside*. Yet the pleasure was never quite enough because of the constant, maddening itch counterbalancing it.

Sometimes it felt like an unpleasant tingling, like ants marching in and out of her pores. Sometimes it felt like she were being covered with a million tiny bites, being devoured from all angles. She whimpered, thrashed and screamed helplessly on the kitchen floor but was unable to move even the tiniest bit. The incessant itching had spread out from her crotch and she could feel the tingling beginning to assault her breasts…

Five eternal minutes later, Kayla’s limbs were abruptly released.

She promptly collapsed, a quivering mess. Panting breathlessly, her blonde locks were plastered to her sweating face. Released from her bindings, her shoulders ached even as her thighs trembled. Relief coursed through her, but it was short lived.

An offering at a milking table [MF]

It started with a cryptic message from a friend of a friend. “Dom requires subjects for milking. Discretion mutually assured. Enquire direct to 0409 ### ###”. Needless to say, my curiosity was piqued.

A flurry of messaging followed, and proof of life submitted, in exchange for a time and an . Instructions as follows: knock twice, enter, second door on the left, no talking. The date was in four days hence. I existed in a heightened state of anxiety and arousal in the meantime. What was I getting myself into?

The allotted time slowly arrived and I walked up to the front door of an suburban household.

It was a very quiet neighbourhood with everyone out tending to their business. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I knocked, and then turned the door handle and opened the door silently. My footsteps rang in my ears as I walked down the hallway. Was I being setup? I stood in front of the second door in the left. This one was painted differently to the rest, black in a piano gloss. I hesitated with my hand resting on the door handle.

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery.