Forced to Watch – Part 1 [Long][FMM][40-50s][cuckold][bi][blackmail][cheat][cons nc][Fdom][light humil][creampie][cum eating][NSFW]

I slowly lowered my phone, and the call ended. My wife Rebecca, through angry tears, has just told me she knows. Knows all about my affair with my secretary. I have no idea how she found out, but that is not important right now, she says she has known for weeks, but just came to a decision today on what she wanted to do, and how to confront me.

I’m not sure how I feel at the moment. Relieved that the secret is out, ashamed a bit, sad? Am I ready to end our almost 20-year marriage? Do I love my admin? No, not really. Rebecca asked if I wanted to get divorced or stay together, without thinking, I said I wanted to stay together and work this out. I think that’s what I want. Isn’t it? Do I love Rebecca, do I want to stay with her?

She said there were two requirements for us to stay together. “You have to end the affair, and I need to get even.”

She told me to not come home until after 9 pm, and when I did, to come up to our bedroom for our talk. She needed time to think, and she said I needed time to decide.

Wonders of Gaslighting 4 (MMM/F 30+/50+ NC, Mind Control, BDSM, Humiliation, prostitution, Superheroine)

Wonderland Birthday Present

Diana (Wonder Woman) POV

Diana didn’t know what it was. She had hated coming to Wonderland before. She had an informant named G who admitted to once having served Maxwell Lord. Even the Justice League had been fooled by that rogue telepath into thinking he was a good guy, so Diana tried not to hold it against him, any more than G held it against her that she killed Maxwell Lord. G had given her insight into what was going on in organized crime. She had been able to save thousands of lives by getting fentanyl off the streets, cutting the cities overdose deaths from something that looked like a bad day in the war Afghanistan or Iraq, to a statistical oddity. Then he began to help her root out the human trafficers, the child pornographers. With his information she reached places and stopped evils that the Justice League and even Batman couldn’t. He somehow did it without violence. He did it simply through his club Wonderland.

[M4F] finally, a night out [NC]

These days, you really weren’t able to go out and party much, at least not like you used to. Sure, you and your husband, and frequently your family, did fun things together, but it wasn’t like what it had been when you two were child free. Thankfully, tonight would end that dry streak.

You had spent the day practically vibrating in anticipation. The kids were away for the weekend, your work phone was off, and you had picked the perfect outfit. You had even teased your husband for a couple of days, making sure the sex would be mind blowing like it used to be. The last step was a taxi and a hotel. You both knew you’d be drunk, and the bar you wanted was across town.

It had always been kind of a sketchy one, hadn’t it? Even when you two met each other there. Darkly lit, cheap drinks. At least it was relatively safe and the music was good.

And that’s how you found yourself drunk. Not just the tipsy that you got with your friends. Not a bottle of wine after the kids are asleep. But college, staggering around, giggling at anything drunk. Still, you knew enough to keep your wits about you, even as it got later and later into the night.

NC Fantasy Snippet: Forced Orgasm Training at the Gyno

Forced orgasms need to be standard practice for gynecologists. It’s part of my training for learning how to be a good girl. My legs need to be spread and bound open to display my pussy for anyone who walks in. Keeping my pussy properly displayed for anyone who wants to see it. It’s desensitization. It’s muscle memory. The humiliation of it psychologically reinforces my submission and obedience to male superiority.

I blush and bite my lip during the initial inspection. He doesn’t warn me when he spreads open my smooth, soft labia with one hand and rubs my clit with his other. He stares into my eyes, watching my stunned, unsure reaction as he deliberately stands between my spread legs and rubs my little clitty.

I gasp. I look up at him, then to his fingers rubbing between my labia, then back up at him. “Wait..wha..what are you doing?” I wiggle in the chair, trying to avoid his touch to the most sensitive part of my body, but the straps around my calves, thighs, hips, belly, and the rest of my body prevent me from escaping. I can’t do anything to stop him.. I’m helpless. I look up at the gynecologist with wide eyes as the reality of my circumstances set in.

Boss’ Day Off

Driving into work in winter weather where I live is always a crapshoot. It rarely freezes in NC, and when it does, everything typically gets shut down and people forget how to drive in the bad weather, so we tend to account for extra time with slower driving and potential accidents. As I’m pulling up the office, the lot is light on cars, making me think I’m the one schmuck who risked his neck to come in. Most curious is the lack of my boss’ car, as he’s usually first in, last out, and rarely takes days off, so his absence is interesting.

As I get in and warm up, an hour passes and he’s still not there, and his assistant isn’t either, but I still focus on my duties. My phone lights up with a text from the boss himself asking if I made it in okay. I reply “yeah, but I’m practically the only one here today! 😅

Summer Break (female pov, nc, voyeur, impregnation, first time)

It had been a fun summer so far, my first summer away from home! My parents had friends in town, so I arranged to stay with them until classes started up again in the fall. Our families had been friends for years, so I knew them simply as Auntie and Uncle. They’d been married and lived together nearly 3 decades but never had any kids. They just simply had fun and lived their best life. They were always a lot of fun, joking, laughing, crazy stories, wild ideas.

Uncle was a big burly man, he looked like a lumberjack or something, but looks were deceiving. He was a photographer, and so their house was lined with all kinds of pictures he’d taken over the years. He was a nice man, very generous, though something always seemed a little off with him. The way he looked at you, it was uncomfortable, but he’d never harmed a fly in his life, to my knowledge, so everyone dismissed his antics as harmless. Auntie would give him a hard time about leering sometimes, but it was more in jest. She was a Marine Biologist, and frequently went on longer trips away during the summer, off to some island chain somewhere to do research. She was quite the character, with so many amazing tales of animals and cultures all over the world. I was always fascinated by her stories, and it was a big part of why I chose my major.

Wonders of Gaslighting 3 (M/F 20/50+ NC, Mind Control, Superheroine)

Chapter 3 Wonderful Show and Tell

Gaslighter was my new name, though to Wonder Woman, to the street, and to law enforcement intelligence agencies I was known only as G. To Wonder Woman and law enforcement, I was an intelligence asset that risked life and limb to ferret out the worst of the crimes they could never hope to reach. To the street, I was G, the man to know, the untouchable one, the only major player too tough to muscle in on, but not hungry enough to push for more. What is funny is that having been stuck like this, a master telepath reduced to being able to make one suggestion to one target, at best every five minutes, I had become more dangerous than Maxwell Lord, my one time master, was when Wonder Woman killed him and left me stuck under this damned training lock old Maxi left me with.

Wonders of Gaslighting 2 (M/F 20/50+ NC, Mind Control, Superheroine)

Trust is Wonderful

Having decided to take my place as Gaslighter, avenger and heir to (or victim of?) Maxwell Lord, and gain my revenge on Wonder Woman, I began by reactivating my old data network. Maxwell Lord had tentacles in every source of power known to man, and a few as yet undiscovered. It had been my job to do the grunt work about keeping his network happy and running, to soft filter the intel for things that were potentially useful. His network is thought of as being something created by his powers of mental control, but that is idiotic. Maxwell never lowered himself to use his power if he didn’t need to. He taught me to look for human weakness, and to use them. Half his network had been suborned with his power, over half of what was left broke contact because they feared reprisals. That left a quarter of his network, made up of those with grudges of their own, who waited in place for the chance something they knew would be useful for Maxwell Lord to hurt the people they worked for, and hated.

The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]

It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.

Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.

[M4F] used at the sex shop [NC]

All things considered, you actually really liked working at a sex shop. Sure it was a retail position, you made minimum wage and the hours were usually pretty awful, but you at least got to live vicariously through the people buying things. Just because your husband hadn’t fucked you since you had your child so many years ago doesnt mean you can’t think about the woman buying a whip at 3 am, or the man sheepishly buying something obviously for himself.

Still, with the hours you had to work, sometimes you’d wind up in the store all alone. This normally didn’t bother you; it was quiet, you had time to think, and few customers came in anyways. But there was always that risk, wasnt there?

The risk of a strange man boldly walking in. That man picking up restraints and using them on you instead of paying for them. He whispered to you that he was just trying out the merchandise, that if you kept a screaming he was going to hurt you. And he did, by the time you learned your lesson your ass was crosshatched with red welts. And that was before he managed to work a knotted dildo into your unused little asshole wasnt it?