Femdom

Disclaimer: All characters involved are over the age of 18. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A white, thick rug sprawled across the hard wood floor was the only comfortable object that lay in the room of Mistress Amber's garage. Aside from the shelves attached to the wall that were displaying an assortment of lubes, butt plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes. Directly underneath the bottom shelf were paddles, whips, floggers and rope. Lots and lots of rope.

Just like Michelangelo saw the angel in the marble and carved until he set him free, Chloe took pride in her ability to see submissives hiding in otherwise self-reliant men in everyday walks of life and she plied them with mind addling drugs, alcohol and her heightened powers of seduction until she set the internal submissive free and exposed for all to see. Of course the immediate cost of that freedom would be a new life reconstructed in slavery in the New America reiterated in the New Order.

The Third Prequel: A House Wife's Tale The College Days I love it when they stare... and your father stared a lot. He found me at an odd time in my life, then again, isn't every teenager in the transition to adulthood confused in one way or another? You see I was what you'd refer to as an over achiever. I guess I always have been. Always top of my class, always taking over every single project or activity I did, I sought perfection because I felt imperfect on the inside, incomplete, therefore I over compensated on everything I did.

May 2013 The Snipe had been laid off from the yarn mill, and then he'd done a spell bouncing drunks at the "Illegal Beagle" before working for a bit for the verger at Buttermilk Purity Temple. "I think that I have something that more might fit your best interests" Dieterle said with a smile. She sipped her beer and cocked her head. "Isn't that what they used to tell us at the orphanage?

Kyle is a really nice kid who's been dating our daughter Heather for most of their time together in high school. He's a good looking guy with shaggy blonde hair who looks like a surfer. He and Heather go out pretty much every Friday night and we've come to think of him as a member of the family. Both kids will be headed off to different colleges at the end of the summer so their future together is uncertain.

As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out.

For the context of this story read, "Wife's Husband and Sister Dominated." My wife is Pam and my sister-in-law is Cindy To put this in perspective, I have left notes on my wife's vanity for years about things I would like her to do to me, but she always ignored them. She said she just did not think she could do those kinds of things. Pam was literally frigid for several years after we were married as a result of her upbringing.

Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If you want to have a release, you have to do it on my terms.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 5 - You're Humiliated, But I Want More - In the crowd, women are cheering and boys are crying. You lost your title, to a girl! You were the undefeated champion! Oh, you poor baby! -Hahaha- Not anymore! I took your championship belt away from you in just the second round!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 6 - The In-ring Interview and Pandemonium in the Crowd - Your naked cock flutters in the cool air of the arena, painfully erect, and desperate for a woman's touch. I stand next to you, one of my delicate hands cruelly gripping your painfully swollen balls. All around us breathless female reporters climb into the ring.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 1 - The prelude You're already in the ring, your fists raised, as your adoring fans cheer you on. You're "the Champ". -Heh- You might be the greatest fighter the world's ever known, and in your long and illustrious career, you've never been defeated. All that's about to change!

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 2 - The Backstory You can't believe what's happening... "You poor baby!" -Hahaha- The fight to defend your championship belt... is also a reality tv show, where you're trapped in the ring with a painfully sexy girl. ;) "that's me" -heheh- The first time the women producing the new show.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 3 - The Fight: Round One The sound of women's cheers, ring in your ears. You hear the girl who hijacked the announcer's microphone address the crowd again. With sadistic glee, she starts taunting all the men and boys in the audience, as well as the unsuspecting males watching at home.

Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18. Part 4 - The Fight: Round Two Your team of coaches and seconds swarm around you as you sit slumped in your corner. After the ordeal of round one, there is serious doubt about whether you will be able to hold your arms up, and continue with the fight. Your seconds desperately try to massage the feeling back into your battered limbs, moving your joints in small circles, trying to loosen you up.

I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.

Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building's terrace. "This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me," she tapped the seat next to hers. "Wow, I've been in this college two years, never seen this spot before." Priya said. "So quiet and secluded." "And warm," Kavya said. "Check out the view from here. You can see the college grounds fully.

Fantasy Day 3 of being your prisoner you stopped giving me water to drink. If i wanted to stay hydrated i would be drinking your pee from a dog bowl. I was so lucky. Why would i even need water when I could lap up your pee? I smiled as I was feeling thirsty so went for another drink. I was down on my knees I had to say your prayer before putting my face in the bowl to lap up your pee and savour it.

This was a new feeling. Not the cold, though I must admit I was shaking slightly. The feeling of my heart beating strong enough to actually feel it against my ribs. I imagined others could hear it as well. There's also the feeling of the hard seat on my bare legs. Only a small field of vision through the slits in the hood covering my head. The sound of footsteps behind me, preparing the table.

Prisoner Of Lust A Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Side Story Camilo paced nervously in the kitchen as he looked at his phone. It would ring any minute and his nerves were standing on edge. He'd just closed his laptop after a brief chat with a woman on Fetlife. At least, he hoped it was a woman. One could never be certain a stranger's profile was real until you met them in real life.

Blindfolded, the man was lead down a long corridor, walls of stone, cold and silent surrounded them. The man shivered as the cold air clawed at his skin covered only by a thin layer of sweat that clung to his body. The sound of a heavy wooden door opening assailed his ears and he was led into the room beyond. Swiftly he was placed between two stone columns in the centre of the room and tied between them so his body formed an x.

Ever since puberty I have been enamored with beautiful dominant women. Most of the fantasies I have ever had revolved around being at the feet of, and wrapped around the finger of a beautiful femme fatale. Throughout my entire life I have sought these types of women but have never found one that really shared my desires. Sure, I have met my share of demanding women but it usually turned out that they were demanding and controlling in a vanilla way and it never extended to the bedroom let alone into a Mistress/slave relationship.

Another boring day in the office. It has been seven and a half hours and finally, my coworkers are leaving. I still have an hour to go, but the office is mine. Wasting no time, I switch the tabs in my browser and open up the innocently sounding pages filled with hardcore BDSM. Oh reddit, my dear friend - where would I be without you. Ever since the tumblr shutdown, I have had a hard time finding good content, but you never let me down.

It has been two days since my first real play-session with my girlfriend. And oh my, was it two very long days since then. My hope that living my fantasy would reduce my horniness and leave me free to think about other stuff was absolutely crushed. I couldn't stop thinking about it, about her. About her thighs, the change of her tone when she commanded me, the look in her eyes.

**This is my fist story for a long time, so I'd be grateful for any comments or feedback** *** Monday morning seemed like a mile away just a few days ago!... I had been so relaxed and excited to finally meet the girl I've been fantasizing for the past few weeks, a girl that seemed just too good to be true even from the further reaches of my imagination. But here I was turning the fantasy into reality.

"So, you up for some fun tonight?" asked Heather breathily into her phone. She was twirling her blonde hair, and feeling a bit horny. "Sure," replied Carol, "I just got back from a shit day at work and could really do with a drink and some entertainment. But give me an hour to recover. How about that place in the City, the one with the glass dome, about 8?" "Great, see you there,"

Tell me what you think. This one honestly got away from me because I wanted to keep it as one story but it just kept getting longer. * I stretched sleepily and looked around. The waves crashed along the shore and the sun beat down from a cloudless sky. I was stretched out in a beach chair and all my friends were likewise sleeping on various chairs and blankets. It was a warm Saturday in July and a bunch of friends from college had gotten together and we had gone to a beach my family belongs to for the day.

Lockdown had been tough. I think that like everyone, in the first few weeks, I went through the same nervous energy, the excitement, the newness that everyone did. But after the first two months, that started to fade, and the reality of being shut into a relatively small two-bed flat -- admittedly, with the state-permitted exercise and shopping permitted -- started to sink in. There's only so many local walks you can do, and I really started to crave anything different.

She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had done nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner flesh walls with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped snugly around his tortured, imprisoned member. But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month.

This story is strictly fiction; any correlation to actual people alive or dead is purely happenstance. It took a long time to write. I hope it is somewhat coherent. ***************************************************************************** On the first warm spring Saturday, young Seth awoke to the enticing smell of bacon, groggily he arose off his childhood bed and headed downstairs still in his blue cotton sailor-themed pajamas. At his mature age, the pajamas were adolescent, yet he still wore them.

She came by one day a few months after their divorce while Kevin was away on a business trip. When I opened the door, she looked fabulous, as if she had done a makeover. "Kim! Hi! What brings you up here?" I asked, trying to mask my sudden excitement at seeing her look so good. She was wearing a two-piece sort of business outfit. It was a crushed black-velvet jacket with a short skirt and a white silk blouse with a ruffled collar.