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Edward took a step forward.
In response to his approach, runt instinctively inched backward, but at the sharp sound of his disapproving tut, she forced herself to stay where she was, fingers curling into fists at her sides.
Edward continued his advance. One step. Then another. Until he was standing a mere arm's length away from her. She looked down, avoiding his gaze as her breathing quickened....

This will be a multi-part story separated in the style of a long form news article. Enjoy!
If you lived in Riverside county, California, you would know a few things. One: if you're able to hear but can't hear the coyotes howling at night, which noise canceling headphones are you using and where can they be found? Two: if you don't get your tortas from Manuels in Corona, then you don't know tortas. Three, if you haven't been fucked at Talia's Tushy Training, then you aren't kinky enough... okay, so perhap...

A BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER STORY
- THE AFRICAN PLANTATION -
Malik and Moussa were two brothers, rather handsome young Black men. From a modest background, they would never have thought that white men wanted to be the slaves of Blacks.
So Malik was happy to see that a tall, muscular white man wanted to be the slave of two young Black boys....

I stare back at the finished product in the mirror and let out a puff of air. My 'always a bridesmaid never a bride' status has earned me some very unflattering dresses, but this one takes the cake. I have never been a size 2 with a flat chest, and don't plan to become so anytime soon. My breasts are all but spilling out the top and my ass is being hugged so tight that if I attempt any kind of dancing the seams may just burst. The coral color is the final straw for washing me out....

Authors Note: I thought I would try a straight BDSM story. The chapters were a bit short, so submitting them two at a time. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to reading your comments.
All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission....

June.
Violet was back in town, ready to come back to her normal daily life. Summer was getting closer, people were out in the sun, enjoying another drink with loved ones, getting closer to vacations and freedom.
This very day, Violet felt light as a bird, she felt like she was flying when she was walking, she didn't know why, but she simply felt lighthearted and liberated. She wanted to make something of this sudden feeling of happiness, this special moment when you come back home after a long period ...

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
We return to the story and the loving maledom marriage of college seniors Clair and Fred. In this chapter we introduce a new character and do a bit of "setup." Hang in, there is more action near the end and in the next chapter. Enjoy....

I am not a story teller I just want to give back to this great story site. Please be kind with your marking and no negative comments please.
This is a story of a married white man who's going through a divorce. He starts spending time at a local lap dancing bar. There's a dancer which he gets infatuated with she's black which he never found attractive. She has an attitude a presence about her he sits every night watching her dance. She takes pity on him and takes him home after a drink at the bar. She th...

Chapter one - vip
It started with a question.
She had taken me by the hand and led me upstairs to the vip room. I'd been in plenty of stripclubs before but somehow this already felt different.
She was stunning - a vision of dark delights, dressed all in black to match her luscious black long hair and with a beautiful cheeky smile and magnificent breasts. She was chatty and put me at ease- mockingly asking some questions which I had the feeling she already knew the answers to. I was quite drunk and ...

MY NEW SERVICE - CHAPTER 4

I opened a new service for lesbians (like me) who needed to correct the behavior of unruly sub wives, girlfriends, and daughters. So far, the business had gone very well and I had the pleasure of caning several women who needed correction. I would tie them to the punishment bench, a pummel horse really, and take my time punishing their bottoms with one of my canes, relishing the marks that would quickly appear....

"Shouldn't we call him first?" a woman spoke in a hushed tone.
"What do you mean? This is my house too! Dad wouldn't mind," a male voice replied, rising in irritation.
Then the sound of keys jingling, followed by the sudden slam of the door swinging open.
It happened too quickly for her to do anything....

Prequels are:
In loving memory
Entertaining a Concert
I am going to jump ahead in my life to my favorite experience. It was a few years later before I realized what made me truly happy. I had always thought that there was something wrong with me since most of my daydreams were spent kneeling in front of men and doing whatever they asked of me. I did not realize that that was an actual lifestyle that some men and women enjoy and act out in real life....

WARNING!!! ADULTS ONLY!!!
This story contains nudity, bondage, humiliation and BDSM games.
Please do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition
I had only myself to blame I thought as I contemplated the position I found myself in this strange basement dungeon across the other side of the country....

It was Sunday again.
Lindsey was waiting in the living room per usual. Naked save for the collar around her throat and the cuffs on her wrists.
Unlike the week prior, Alex had been edging her all week. Relentlessly.
She'd never been so wet. In fact, a drop of arousal trailed down each thigh... and if this hadn't been her permanent state all week, she might have been more embarrassed than she already was....

He read the email again, just to ensure that he understood it exactly.
As their relationship deepened, Mistress had him go out and purchase items. She also had given him tasks that he had to complete within the given time line, to demonstrate his devotion and submission to Her control. As a result he had acquired various toys, such as a wireless vibrating butt plug, that, once connected to Wi-Fi, would allow his Mistress to control it remotely, 24/7. She had already demonstrated this on many an occasion,...

I think I'm dreaming at first, I know that much.
Your lips are on the back of my neck, gently kissing as you make your way down to my shoulder. One of your hands is on my stomach, tracing gentle patterns against my soft skin. The other is cupping my breast, nipple lightly pinched between your fingers....

Enjoy your punishment, slave. I will teach you not to touch my cock when I say not to.
My mistress told me to write her a story about our first weekend of chastity. She said she was going to have a surprise for me. Normally, I wouldn't think twice, but I loved her really taking control and actually punishing me. It was going to be so hard being locked up. I dread it, but my cock swells and starts throbbing at the thought. WTF...

My name is Alice and I am Daddy's Good Girl. Here is my story.
I have always been chubby and not very pretty. The only reason I get any dates is because I have big boobs and I put out. On my hookup web sites, I advertise "3 holes, no waiting". There are plenty of guys out there that will hookup with a fat girl with big boobs if she can get his rocks off. I just don't expect them to be seen with me in public....

Author's note: This story could stand alone but I recommend reading the first part, "I Want to Give Her What She Wants!" Besides, its got some fun stuff.
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I helped Lauren get comfortable on her sofa in the elegant great room of the expansive mansion. The morning had passed in the Urgent Care clinic where her ankle injury was diagnosed as a moderate sprain, simply requiring rest and no weight bearing for a few days. The runner in Lauren was disappointed in this. Her post work evening routine was...

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Saturday
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Sir and Kay made Carmen sleep in the cell under their bed, wearing the leather chastity shorts again. Even though she was exhausted from her night with Victor, listening to them had sex made her wanting even more. She fell asleep with her pussy wet and craving sex. She wanted to be in bed with them, not locked beneath them forced to listen to their love making....

Just For The Night
Just a quick self contained story. Hope you enjoy!
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They say a man's home is his castle. This particular home was the castle of Murphy Sunderland, a pretty typical guy working a pretty typical office job living a pretty typical life. It had been a long week, the kind that sapped one's soul and left them feeling like a husk of a man. He was looking forward to th...

Chapter 4
As we walked out to our pickup, I glanced around self-consciously, wondering if any of the neighbors had noticed anything strange. We got into the truck, and the sore skin on my backside protested mightily against contacting with the driver's seat.
We took our seats and I turned to my wife. She looked so beautiful, staring at me with a look I hadn't seen in a long time....

White slave's life in the Black New World Order
In the near future, white boys attend black men's ass licking classes, an easy way to get more good grades but also to learn their place in life.
After learning how to lick ass, white boys served as human chairs for black men. Black men had the right to choose which white boy they wanted to sit on. While some weren't looking to hurt white boys with their ass, other black men enjoyed ordering short, skinny white boys to bear their weight off their ass. It...

The Stables
The Stables' owner decided to style herself as 'The Matron' when setting up the business that emerged after the breakdown of her marriage. The fate she had engineered for her husband gave her the idea, and his money allowed her to realise it. Their country hideaway had been called 'The Stables' when he bought it, but now the name seemed inspired. Her plan had been an exclusive establishment where young men would be offered the chance, though not always the choice, to become pretty young trans...

Disclaimer and info:
The category could also be Mind Control, Loving Wives, Fetish. There's also some subtle lesbian nuance in the air.
If you're sensitive about female domination, degraded male, domestic violence, infidelity, cheating spouses, cuckoldry; this story is not for you.
I suggest checking the tags first....

Postscript
I found this diary on the stand in my slave quarters last night. I have no idea who Wonder Cunt is, or Elizabeth Childs for that matter. Yet, I can't help but feel akin to her. Like me, she was abducted and has undergone the slave training. I may even be in the same room in which she wrote this diary. And I recognize many of the masters that held her as they appear to be the masters that are now training me....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
This story is light and not a lot of kink, but it's continues the story of Fred and Clair.
Enjoy.
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This story involves "consensual non-consent" between a loving couple. Please do not read if such topics may be disturbing for you.
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My master called me into the living room. Thomas doesn't care for the term "master", as he feels it's trite performative. He prefers simply, "owner". I had been puttering around in the kitchen and tossed the dishtowel I was using over my shoulder. The clean white linen contrasted nic...

Trigger warning: As in earlier chapters, the relationship depicted here involves abuse - emotional, psychological, and, in this chapter, also physical. The narrative frames this abuse through layers of mutual rationalization, making it all the more important to state plainly: what's happening here is coercive and harmful, even when the main characters don't name it as such. This is also by far the darkest chapter so far - please proceed with caution....

[This story is an entry in the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. If you like it, please vote!]
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WIFE IN A BOX
I met Paul online. It had been a hell of a year. He told me he worked with his hands and that he always got what he wanted. I didn't believe him. I do now.
I'm walking through the house, checking the doors are closed and everything's neat as I tap out an email on my phone. I close Rebekah's door because it's just easier to give up on my ten-year-old daughter's mess: out of sight...