The apogee of my Sadism to date. [MF]

I met Alex in the room I rented for her above the bar. The occasional crash of bottles punctuated the otherwise constant murmur from below. To hide the sounds of what we did, I played Opera. Today’s selection was Jean-Phillipe Rameau’s Hippolyte et Aricie. Deep in my heart, I hoped we’d hit the Trio de Parques.

As soon as the music started playing, I slapped her hard across the face. As she was reeling from the blow, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her down onto the bed. I put my left foot on her head, forcing her face into the bed, and bound her hands behind her back.

I used my linoleum knife to cut her shirt off her body. I took her bra off. (I didn’t cut it off, because finding a decent one is damn hard, and there are limits to my sadism.) I pulled her shorts off, and cut her panties off.

[MF] Sleep-Breeding [kink] [internet-MFM?]

*My little and I have been into sleep play for a long while, having made her cum in her sleep on several occasions over the past two-plus years. However, she’s a fairly light sleeper on the whole, so fingers have been the absolute limit — she’d wake up just as she reached the apex. Last night, that changed.*

*For context, we are married but in a poly relationship, hence the mention of her boyfriend. That’s an LDR, so Snapchat is their friend. On to the story…*

**Preparation**

It started with one drink, then another, then 4 or 5 after that. At first I thought that she was just in a drinking mood, then she whispered, “I’m doing this for you.” I knew what she meant in an instant and I began to think about how to make this a success.

Her boyfriend made this one easy for me. He told her that he was going to get himself off and she requested pictures and video. He obliged, asking the same in return from her. So as we so often do, we began a little bit of fun for his entertainment.

She’s Not Who You Think She Is, Or Was, Or Will Be – Part 3 [Bi][FF][Str8][MF][Mdom][SciFi-ish][Mind/Reality Control]

***The story so far…***
NBPD Officer Holly Stone was under the sway of Detective Banter and the reality altering device he got from an odd scientist in exchange for avoiding arrest. The device appeared permanently keyed to only work on Holly, and Banter experimented with its capabilities by repeatedly changing Holly’s appearance, her attitude, and even managing to make it affect his wife by framing those changes in relation to Holly. Only Detective Banter knew the difference between truth and reality, and he controlled both.

***Part 3: Officer Holly Stone: Traffic Duty***

Holly Stone didn’t see Banter for a couple more days. He was in court testifying and their paths never crossed during shift change. She was settling in better, though still stuck on midnight. The guys still gave her shit, especially at shift change, some of them lingering to literally watch her shower. She had to put up with it. If her soaping her boobs after a shift in front of a handful of guys meant they would actually respond if she found herself in trouble on the job, so be it, a small price to pay. Of course, in those few days, she’d also given two more handjobs—what started as a smartmouthed joke, turned into a promise—everyone got one if they couldn’t keep it together. She wasn’t an idiot. She was keeping track of who she’d done it to, and she also could tell when some of them gave themselves erections just to get her attention. So, she was now halfway through the department roster, and while she should have given Barker his handy just to get him out of the way, in her mind, there was some pride in keeping true to your word.

Owned and fucked by the resort owner [Cuckold]

Excerpt from The Vacation Part 3… the full version can be found [here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XJTM8MP) … lots more of my writing can be found at /r/ToDomForFun

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“I’m certainly going to enjoy that.” He said, adjusting himself in his pants. I glanced down and noticed an absolutely massive bulge between his legs—the older, richer man was packing.

“It’s all yours to enjoy.” My wife said, playing the part of whore perfectly.

“That’s a good girl.” Charles said. “Your husband doesn’t mind?” He asked Katy, ignoring me despite the fact that I was sitting right in front of me.

“No, he’s good about it. I get to experience things that I don’t get to with him.” My wife Katy said, locking eyes with the big black man and also ignoring me.

“Well that’s lovely.” Charles said. “What kinds of things does he not give you?”

“Huge cock. Dominance. Making me feel like a whore.” Katy replied. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start going a little harder at how quickly my wife had replied, like she had the list at the top of her mind.

“You like being made to feel like a whore?” Charles asked her, raising an eyebrow.

Olivia

By Bella Moretti Alexandria (Here’s lookin at you kid;)

Vi was bored that night. The ancient looking gentlemen’s club had existed since the days of slavery, though any racist portraiture had long since been taken down from the walls. She sat in a long room panelled with tropical hardwood and carpeted in dark green. Finely carved chairs and tables were placed about the room but no one was talking.

Vi sat in a group of infinitely uninteresting men and smiled and nodded while she did her mental accounting. In truth she owned the club and did not have to hang out with these dullards. It was also true that she was the main reason these rich and stupid men kept on coming to the club and paying their high membership fees. Whiskey and luxurious privacy were universal but a well educated and proportioned geisha like Vi was hard to find.

Black is the new Black

By Anna Foxx Alexandria
(Ded. to a special someone you know who you are)

Regina Campbell felt like she was on top of the world. She had just graduated from high school the week before and was on the way to her new job. She walked through the slums to get to the bus stop. The red dirt caking slightly on the sides of her shoes. Tin roofs flapping in the wind.

She had gotten the job at Pandora Holdings Ltd. After a stressful interview with a good looking woman in a gray hound’s-tooth suit dress. The woman had introduced herself as Ms. Jackson. The woman, although she was young, screamed refinement and Regina had been rattled as she tried to use her best English and most fluent business speech. Debits. Credits. Accounts owing, she prattled through accounting 101 and seemed to impress the seriously suited woman.

It turned out that her Grade 12 accounting classes were useless however as the job seemed to mainly consist of her organizing heavy boxes of files in the back rooms of the office or briefly filling in at the front desk. Ms. Jackson insisted that Regina dress up nicely despite her lowly tasks and gave her money to buy new work clothes. Regina was happy about this as well the offices were located within an expensive part of Kingston and she got to smile at the young men on the way to their own offices in freshly pressed suits.

Friday Night with our Friend [MFF]

It was Friday, My wife Marie and I had been trying to setup plans to meet another couple to see if it would perhaps lead to our first time swinging. Those plans fell through, so instead we were spending our Friday night with our best friend Sandi. To paint the word picture of Sandi, she’s 5’3” with a tight body, medium length wavy black hair with that falls to her shoulders with a streak of white in it. She has a curvy round ass that always looks great in her Jeans and D-cup breasts that are very perky. If you’re curious about Marie and me, check our post history . I should also note that Marie and I have amazing communication, we talk about everything so she was well aware of the fact that I’ve had a bit of a crush on Sandi for a while.

Our evening started as always, making dinner together, chatting, drinking whisky, ect ect. The conversation between the three of us often contains flirty, joking, fun, and tonight was no exception. The sun had gone down and dinner was over, we were all changing into more comfortable clothing for a relaxing evening that might include some cuddling. Sandi was going to stay the night in our guest room so she could stay late and drink, but had forgotten to bring any Pajamas. Marie let her know that she could borrow some of hers.

She’s Not Who You Think She Is, Or Was, Or Will Be – Part 2 [Str8][Bi][MFF][SciFi][Mind/Reality Control]

***The story so far…***
NBPD Officer Holly Stone was a recent police academy graduate and hire to the department’s all-male force. She was unwelcome, unwanted, and caused disruption simply by being there, even though she was a capable cop. She was the target of pranks and animosity in equal measure, and the only person who’d had her back was the chief. On a recent call, her and Detective Banter, one of her main opponents, raided what they thought was just a drug lab, but instead found an odd little scientist. The scientist demonstrated a handheld device meant to change the world by merging better realities with this one, all at the command of the user. As a prototype, it could only change the world of person it was first keyed to—Holly Stone. The scientist gave the device to Detective Banter in exchange for freedom, fleeing the scene. Holly, once raven-haired, was now blonde. Holly, once demanding and abrasive, now happily showered with the guys in the department locker room to fit in. Holly, once upright and focused, remembered trading handjobs for better grades at the Academy. Only Detective Banter knew the difference between truth and reality, and he controlled both.

The Hottest Non-Sex Sex I Ever Had [MF]

*First, a few disclaimers. There is no actual sex in this story, but it’s still one of the hottest memories I have. Also, this involves me and a married guy, so if you’re against cheating and homewrecking sluts, then you should probably not read this. I’m sure I’m still going to get a lot of “homewrecker” comments, but at least I warned you :)*

I used to work in a 24-hour call center and worked the swing shift usually finishing my shift around midnight. Most of the people that worked there were pretty young; early to mid-twenties, and it was a very incestuous atmosphere. It seemed like everybody had hooked up with everybody in that office. Admittedly, I did hook up with a few guys my first year there, but I didn’t want to be part of that crowd anymore and I started to hang out with the slightly older folks. Among them, was Thomas; a 42 year old white guy that was smart, funny, but oddly shy. He was handsome but not in a very obvious way. He was charming without knowing it and always polite to everyone.

Coachella Last Year [FM] [public]

So this story takes place last year, the first time I went to Coachella , but, I’m already planning on going back for sure and have my tickets. Anyways, I’d been talking about going with my co-worker, we jokingly call each other our work hubby and work wife, we work in a pretty boring office and we’re the youngest by far, like 20 years younger than the next group, I just finished college. The place is pretty uptight, so we tease each other and have a good time.

So, my co-worker Tom tells me he got me a ticket – he just got out of a relationship and was pretty down, I think the ticket was his gf’s but he never brought it up. Anyways, he says he will take care of everything, all I have to do is showup and have fun. And I’m all about that, you can’t beat that offer.

Tom and I never really had serious chemistry and he was always with his gf, so we had more of a bro sis vibe going on the whole time we worked together. Which was fine with me cause I also had a bf most of the time, but him and I were kind of on and off, so I didn’t feel any issues with going to Coachella with him.