The puzzle(a ddlg story from daddy’s POV)

It’s Sunday morning and the sun hits that spot in the sky that always comes straight through the blinds no matter what I try. It’s a bitter thing to wake up to but I’m up now so I’ll make the most of it. Before I try to sit up she shifts and I feel her warm soft skin on mine, my little princess, or so I call her. In reality she’s 22, Hispanic and fiery temper. As my princess, she’s sweet and trusting and obedient and would do anything to please me.

I forget she hides under the blankets in cold nights, wrapping herself around me in any way she can to stay warm. I lift the blanket and look down, I’m greeted with her dark piercing eyes and a half sleepy smile.

“Good morning princess” I grumble

“You’re finally up Daddy” she answers sweetly

She smiles and I feel her hand around the base of my cock sliding and turning as she starts stroking me again. The warmth of her tits surrounding and squeezing the head of it shifts as she strokes the base.

One Night Awoke My Submissive Behavior Chapter 4 [MF][MM][Femdom][BDSM][Anal]

Chapter 4

The contract stated:

I Nick am Anna’s personal slave till Anna breaks off the relationship then a bunch of Legal words…

Conditions:

1. Chastity must be worn at all time unless slave earns time out of chastity.

2. Slave must use enema daily even if no anal will be administered. And a butt plug of mistresses choice.

3. Slave will obey mistress with all commands that don’t threaten life.

If slave fails to obey he is given a warning, if he fails again all pictures and videos will be leaked to his work place, parents, siblings, posted on his social media and gives rights to all future videos to mistress Anna to sell/use videos for her own purpose.

(Note: from this point on I am adding some fantasy into the story, however, a good chunk of this is a true story… The contract was real, but not actually notarized. Going forward I wont explain anything that is real and not use your imagination.)

Reading the conditions I grew wide eyed at the last one and asked if I could make changes. She nodded and said “Sure you can, but I doubt i’ll change it.”

I love the summer…

I grew up well off. Well off enough to have a summer home to live in when school got out. My family and I would live on a relatively small island up north for the 2 or so months between school years. When we were young we loved it; swimming in the lake, playing at the park, eating at the only restaurant on the island, whatever it was.

But as we all got older our interests shifted. There were parties on the island- some kids parents would leave for the weekend, maybe they’d go to the beach and throw a party. It didn’t matter where it was, there was VERY minimal law enforcement on the island. There was drinking, drugging, swimming, hook ups, everything that you’d think of. This island was full of high school and college kids with a little too much money from dad, 2 months of absolute freedom, and enough alcohol to last a decade.

Me and my twin brother picked up a job at the only place hiring on island, the pay was pretty bad, but the crew working there was only kids our age. It became an absolute necessity to work there if you wanted to be in the social network of kids. Just our first week working and we already got an invite to a party- at denna’s house the next day. Her parents were gone and anyone was invited.

Parent Teacher Conference [MF] – Part 2

*Thanks everyone for the feedback and interest in Part 1! I’ve been enjoying writing this–admittedly taking a lot of self-pleasure in this process* 😈*. I’m already working on Part 3, so hope everyone enjoys!*

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rwwumr/parent_teacher_conference_mf_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rwwumr/parent_teacher_conference_mf_part_1/)

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Madison drove home that evening thinking about the day’s events. On one hand, her ex-boyfriend Marc, had come back to her. And though it was traumatic and brought up painful feelings in the moment, she knew that deep down in her heart there was still something there for Marc. It was buried deep but it was strong.

If hours of therapy had given her anything, it’s that she should say ‘no’ to him. She learned that there was an unhealthy attachment to him and that their relationship had not been healthy. But on the other hand, today reminded her of what it felt like to be with a man. Even if it was for just a brief moment. Even if it was just getting fingered against her desk by her student’s father. She remembered the feeling of passion and lust, and of being wanted.

“And Marc, really does want me.” She thought to herself out loud.

Reconciliation [FMF]

My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay. It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.

So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.

When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.

“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”

Reconciliation [FMF]

My girlfriend, Anne, and I had broken up. But we kept running into each and the [previous night we’d had a threesome with Anne’s friend Lindsay](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rdo44t/breaking_up_fmf/). It hadn’t finished the best possible way, as Lindsay had run out afterwards. She thought of herself as completely straight and had been shocked and horrified that she had an earth shattering orgasm on Anne’s tongue.

So, I was more than a little surprised when the girls came over to my house the next night. They brought some wine and some food and we set up a little picnic in front of the TV while we watched a movie. Very little was said.

When Lindsay went to find a bottle opener I asked Anne what the hell was going on.

“Lindsay and I talked. We decided that we have the potential to be really good friends and that we didn’t want last night to ruin it. But it was still awkward to hang out so we decided that, as the only person who knew what was going on, you could be a buffer.”

I (M26) met a innocent Pakistani Muslim girl (f18) and turned her into my slut [MF]

I was attending my best fiends wedding, it was a Pakistani wedding and I was probably one of the only few white people there. I had always been fascinated by Pakistani women but never dated one or anything. My friend told me them being Muslim was basically a no go and that I shouldn’t even try. Still. It didn’t hurt to look. At the wedding there was one girl in particular that caught my eye. She was in a traditional Pakistani dress and I thought she was gorgeous. Her skin was a nice brown color and even though she wore a hijab I could still tell she was stunningly beautiful. Her dress was tight but now super tight. But gave away her nice figure. She had decent sized breasts and a nice big ass. Her features such as her eyebrows and eyes were dark, so I (rightly) assumed her hair was dark too. As the night went on I continued to watch her. The way she danced fascinated me. I instantly got sexual thoughts and had this been a place where her parents and other Muslims weren’t hanging out I would’ve gone and asked for her number.

Introduction to the House [sissy bdsm]

I was Master’s little sissy maid in training, kneeling at his feet. I was in big pump slut heels, affixed to me by cuffs around my ankles. My feet ached as I worked but master told me it was part of my training. Eventually my feet enough would be strong enough to endure them, eventually I may even be allowed to un-cuff them. Master told me they were necessary to make my ass and legs look better, and they might even have a slight toning effect on them. Master was very serious about my exercise regimen…

In addition to my slut pumps, Master dressed me in black thigh-high tights secured by a garter. My tummy and highlighting my fake bimbo tits. The cuffs around my ankles were highlighted by cuffs around my wrists and a neck chocker. I was also allowed to wear a wool skirt during most of my duties because it was winter and a bit cold in some rooms. Below that was my tight secured sissy clit, and my balls that continually ached, so much so I was now in a continual state of sissy hypnosis, willing to do anything for Master, praying for the sissy gasm releases which I rarely earned. Masters punishments were harsh and his rewards were even harder to gain, they never came without sacrifice and work towards my transformation. Master told me that as I became more obedient through my training, my releases may become more frequent. I loved him.

The Best Night Swim in the New Pool [MF][MF]

My wife, Meredith (29), and I (28) got very lucky and timed our house purchase perfectly. Just before everything started going insane, we secured a really nice house that included a pool. This pool is also obscured from view except to people in the pool area. So overall, it is a great set up. Initially, we were reluctant to believe that the pool was as private as it actually was. Therefore, it was a few months before we had our first skinny dip experience. After the seal was broken though, we started enjoying these swims much more regularly. There is no feeling quite like walking out of the house into the open air totally nude.

My wife is short and cute, and I am tall and average. She has dark black, wavy hair and pale skin. We both have very pale skin actually, but I have brown hair. I don’t know her exact measurements, but I believe D Cups and can say that she has a nice ass. She just barely cracks 5 feet tall and keeps in pretty good shape. I am 6 ft 3 and used to be in shape but haven’t gone to the gym in quite a while. If it matters to you, I am just under 6 inches long.

Step Sister Corruption Part 205 – Day 113 Technique Difference (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

Our Sabrina reluctantly started using her tongue and mouth on my Johnson and Summer was satisfied that she was actually doing as she was told did Summer strip down and walk into the shower as my bathroom was a steaming mess.

The steam was so bad that Sabrina’s makeup was beginning to run like we had been doing more than what we were doing like Sabrina had been deep throating and slobbing on my knob to have her makeup run as much as it was.

But we had just started as Sabrina *tried* to flex her tongue muscles like Summer had. Granted Summer has *A LOT* of practice and experience under her metaphorical belt compared to Sabrina as their individual techniques showed.

Summer, or Kel for that matter, would greedily lick, kiss, tease, and stroke my cock and nuts using only their mouths as both were enthusiastic about getting to my creamy center. Though Summer’s tongue was more talented than Kel, whereas Summer couldn’t deep throat nearly as long as Kel could so there was that.

That was **before** the change.