Author's note: The Submissive Cocksucker was the first story I ever submitted to Literotica. It was, and remains, a standalone story, and I never had any intention of writing a sequel. A few readers suggested that I write one, however, and I considered it a great compliment that they wanted to read more about these characters. This story is my gift to those readers who appreciated the original. It is also my first foray into the BDSM category.

A text "hey" came into my inbox from someone named Salman. He claimed to be a huge fan of the stories I write and wanted to know if they were real. When I explained that my stories were In fact inspired by real-life events but some details were added or removed to make them better. Listening to this, he was on cloud nine. At the time I didn't know why he was so excited but later I got to know that he was a cuck.

The evening started off like any other. Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower.

I thought I would never find someone who would meet my sexual desires. That is until my husband introduced me to you. I could tell how much you wanted me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Your loose fitting pants couldn’t hide your raging hard on you had, no doubt thinking about laying me over your desk and fucking the shit out of me. I couldn’t believe how soaked my panties got that day knowing you were so hard and it was because of me.

I am in the shower when you get home from the office. You pour yourself a glass of scotch and take off your coat and tie before wandering into the bathroom. You watch me through the steamed up glass of the shower as I finish lathering my body with soap. I don’t even know that you are home until your voice breaks the silence. “Hey sweet girl. How’s your shower?” Your voice startles me at first but I quickly recover and poke my head out of the shower door.

The day was going slower than ever. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as my eager mind wondered what was on the agenda. I knew I had a little over an hour until you would return home, so I decided to take a shower to freshen up for the occasion. Tonight was the night to try something new. Tonight would be exciting, because we had finally decided to explore our sexualities in their deepest and most erotic forms.

It was a warm sunny afternoon. Brenda and Jake were walking in the park. They were in the area which was already part of the surrounding forest. So it was nicely cool under the trees and they were almost alone. Brenda's boyfriend was on a conference for almost the whole week, so she had some time to spend with her friends. She knew Jake for a long time and they were good friends.

I often think of one particular ex girlfriend. Not that I want to get back with her. We split up because I could not see myself with her long term, still never could. When I split up with her she was really upset, she begged me to not to drop her. She said she didn't understand why, that she thought we were so good together, that she would do anything I wanted.

Our marriage had reached the point that we were heading for a divorce. Tom came home from work, read the paper, and watched TV. I didn't do much more than that myself. Our lovemaking had become very mechanical and we rarely had sex. In a series of visits to a highly recommended family therapist he suggested that we work on improving our sex life by consulting an expert in that area.

My name is Staci. I hang out with Michelle and Alexis and Andrea. I'm a submissive lesbian, so when I say we, "hang out," I mean that I spend a lot of time tied up and at their mercy. Michelle is about 5'10" athletic build, with red hair, pale skin, and C cup tits. She is the leader of our group. Alexis is short, slim, tan and blonde, with big fake DD tits (like me!

-------------------------------------------------- The XX is a society entirely controlled and run by women. In this society, men are seen as subservient to women and are taught to follow the lead of strong women. Domination wrestling is a form of wrestling that is popular within the XX. It is a sexual kind of wrestling where women fight against men or other women, and the goal is to dominate the opponent and score as many points as possible.

The poor guy had no clue. He'd told me that I would need to take control as he walked into my house before he had chance to. As if I was going to let him be the one in charge! He sent me a text to say he was parking up and would be with me in two minutes. I pinged him one back telling him just to open the door and let himself in, to undress and to put on the blindfold that was waiting for him on the table and to kneel and wait for me to give him further instructions.

Disclaimer: Contains scenes of breastfeeding and female domination in a sci-fi scenario. Do not read if it's not in your wheelhouse. Alena Ashworth did not bother changing out of her burgundy leather catsuit as she entered her adopted son's room. It was late and she had a long day at work. She was pleased to see Jake stripped fully nude and standing in the corner of the room. Legs spread wide just like how Alena likes it.

I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable. The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was quite exciting when I saw the woman who lived across the hallway in apartment 204.

Emily had a dull sex life. She was 32 years old, petite, and had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were only a B cup but were still impressive. She and her husband, Matt, were raised in strict households where sex was considered taboo. They had no kids and plenty of time, but each thought that the other saw sex as "dirty." Because of the brainwashing and that terrible misunderstanding, Matt and Emily's sex life suffered.

Dominic and Rosie Thanksgiving Scene "You did such a lovely job with dinner, and it's time for me to show you exactly how thankful I am for you. Bring me the red rope, my lover. I do believe it is time to get started." She and Dominic lay curled in front of the fireplace in their living room basking on their faux bear skin rug. Dominic brought Rosie's hand to his lips as she placed her glass of wine on the table.

I would like to thank a special friend for her proof reading skills and for her advice generally which have made this story better than it would otherwise have been. WARNING: This story contains a scene of "golden showers," female on male consensual urination. If this is not for you then I would suggest that you proceed no further as I have no wish to offend anyone. It's the story of the visit, by an experienced older submissive, to a young dominatrix for the first time.

The storm rages outside the small cave we’ve seen fit to take shelter in. The trip out to the beach, “frolicking in the woods” as you so lovingly put it, ended rather wetly with the sudden storm. Apparently Mother Nature didn’t think too much of us playing in the woods. Everyone’s a critic... Everything’s been soaked, the blankets caught in the early winds, ripped from our grasp, flying off into the trees.

Note: This story may NOT be posted to any pay site without express written permission by the author. All posts to free sites MUST include this notice! * * * * * I met my Mistress six months ago at the gym. I had just moved into the area, transferring my club membership over from my former location. During my first month at the gym, I admired her stunning beauty quietly from a distance.

Forward I had finally given in to my darkest desires and gone to a dominatrix. We had met online and chatted quite a bit before finally meeting in the flesh. At first, I had been a bit embarrassed and more than a bit uncomfortable. She called herself Dominique and she was not at all what I expected. Quite quickly, I found myself relaxing and opening up to her. She smiled and appeared down to earth and sensible.

There was another pop against her red ass. She yanked at the chains that bound her to the arched ceiling. "How the fuck did I get here?!" Her mind was racing. Another strike landed on her cheeks. They began to fondle her nipples. They were strong and handsome. Each tit was handled, pulled sucked. She did not have the control. Her license to demand had been revoked... momentarily. These two had somehow overpowered her and chains became her master.

There she was. Long hair flowing over her shoulders. Medium sized breasts lifted up by the wire in her corset. Beneath that, a black leather skirt. Above it, a proud and delicate face – strong but thoughtful. She was sitting deeply in a tall-backed chair, her legs crossed, unafraid and watching my every move. An empty glass of wine sat on the table beside her and next to it, a full bottle.

This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it's mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That's me! My house is on the small side. It's a ranch/rambler. It's pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job.

I would never say that life was routine with Mistress Monica. She kept me on my toes—or, more literally, on my heels—at least around the house. On days when I got home from my law office before she got home from her corporate job, I would immediately take off my suit and tie and put on one of the frilly aprons Mistress preferred me to wear at home, and a pair of heels to match the bra, panty, and garter set that she had chosen for me to wear under my business suit that day.

You walk into my room expecting to see me in a cute little skirt, and a little girl top, just the way you like me. What you get makes your mouth drop open. Standing here, in front of you, is a girl that you can barely recognize, a girl completely transformed by the couple of days she was ignored. This girl is the One that has awakened within me, while I was waiting for your call.

Being a dominatrix was new for me. Ironically, he had me under his spell. Just looking into his eyes, I would get lost. So lost, that now I created another side of me. My dominating side. Being 5 foot 10 inches, a slender athletic build, small tits with large nipples, and a firm ass, I emitted a sense of confidence. But confidence and looks were two very different things. Now that I knew that I could look the part, could I continue to play the part?

She was happy in her life having a few submissive boys here and there. There were a couple of them who were very special to her. Everything was going well until He walked into her life. He was such a strong man, such a to-the-core dominant. They spent some time talking and getting to know each other. She felt herself drawn to Him in ways she that never dreamed of, wanted to be with Him always, anxious if just one day went by that He did not show up at their meeting place.

Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability. ***** So, it's been a year since my last femdom experience. That last one with an older woman really killed it for me. I told her what I liked, and what I didn't. She did everything to me that I told her I didn't like.

Any guy would’ve taken notice. She was on the subway and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above-the-knee skirt hugged hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes that got my attention. And she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved a foot and dropped a hip, making a show for me through eight stations.

We are laughing, talking and holding each other's hands as we walk down the hotel hallway. We get to the threshold of the room I had reserved earlier in the day. I put the key in the lock, open the door, and follow her into the room. She turns to me, smiling, but sees that my face has grown stern. "You were late this afternoon, Baby. You know how valuable time is to me, and to us.