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Title: "Sub, Slave, Sissy". Martha's New Challenge.
Another adventure with Martha. I have written past stories involving Martha. Feel free to read them. But you can still read this story without reading the previous Martha stories. Hope you enjoy it.
Martha wasn't completely sure when she had become a Dominatrix. She knew it started in high school. That is when she first started to manipulate other students for her benefit. It wasn't just for sexual purposes. It was more an amazing new learning experi...

Chapter 1: Left Out and Lit Up
It was a chilly March evening--the kind where the cold doesn't bite, it lingers. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the curves of my black backless dress. The fabric clung to my hips like it had been poured on. It dipped low across my chest, showcasing just enough cleavage to be called dangerous. Paired with my 8-inch black platform stilettos, I was sex in silhouette....

Author's note: This is the third chapter of House Rules, a multi-part story involving a triangle between a babyface wrestler, his gf, and an alpha heel. It involves cuckolding, male domination, female domination, bisexuality and NTR. If those aren't your things, please move on
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I didn't say goodbye. I just left. Still hard. Still aching. Panties still clutched in my fist. My mind was reeling. I had never experienced anything like that threesome before. And Jordan? Just telling me to go home?...

She woke up still gagged.
The inside of her thighs was sticky with need.
The metal plug had shifted in her sleep -- each movement a reminder that she was owned, filled, watched.
Ashley pulled the ball gag from her mouth slowly, strings of drool clinging to the strap. Her jaw ached, her lips were swollen. And she loved it....

Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 7
Friday night. "Date Night," the evening Sylvia and Jason had agreed to reserve for more heavy-duty sexual activities.
Slyvia lay on her back, naked and spread-eagled, her favourite panel gag with the built-in stuffer ball tightly strapped into her mouth and over the lower part of her face. The wide padded cuffs that held her wrists and ankles were snug, but were designed not to cut into flesh even when pulled tight, and the light chains that led from the cuffs to the eyebol...

Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green
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After the fourth attempt I managed to get my key in the lock. Stumbling over my suitcase, my bag sliding from my shoulder, I slapped my hand against the hall wall to prevent faceplanting....

My desire to put my naked body on display for the prurient enjoyment of strangers is a guilty secret of mine. The only person I've ever confided in about my desires is my best friend, Melissa.
Melissa admitted that she found my exhibitionist tendencies to be odd, however, as my friend she wants to do whatever it takes to make me happy. As a result, she's become my accomplice in my plans to put my naked body on display in public....

I obeyed.
Like in some dream my tongue swept across my lips, shuddering as, for the very first time, I tasted myself.
I never -- not even in my filthiest, most deranged fantasies -- imagined my mouth would be anywhere near someone else's cum... let alone my own.
Sure, there were watercooler stories -- those MMF threesomes where some poor guy caught a stray drop on his lip or somewhere else....

The parking lot of The Pineapple Club was full when I pulled in and found a spot next to a brand new BMW. I looked over at my wife, and I watched her eyes as she scanned the parking lot, and her foot started to jiggle nervously. Our last trip had forever changed our sex lives, and I knew that this trip would push the envelope even farther,...

"I'm forty-seven years old! And it's been ages, over five years, since I've even had a proper date, let alone... well, you know. And now, now," my voice began to tremble, a little sniffle escaping as I fought back the tears, "now I have a doctor who's delivered a death sentence. A real, honest-to-goodness, gut-wrenching, utterly final death sentence."...

Chapter 3 -- Joining the Wagon Train
At noon, Carlos took a break from organizing the wagon train and stopped by the Sheriff's office. Sheriff Crosby was expecting him.
"Sheriff, I think that you knew that I would take this assignment, not for the money being offered. For that amount of coin, this is not worth it. I'm doing it as a favor to you and Ralph Rider."...

Chapter 1
Since it was still raining on and off Thursday, Danny went outside Friday evening and tested the new electric lawnmower and weedeater Kim had bought. Since Kim didn't have a giant yard, the batteries for both the lawnmower and weedeater held more than enough juice to handle everything.
When he finished cutting the grass and putting the equipment back into the garage, he came back inside and saw Kim was looking at men's shoes on her laptop....

The new gift shop in the high road has a successful way of attracting customers. When shopping there, if you purchased anything, you could ask the manager, a rather attractive very fit woman of twenty-eight, Miss Lucas, to give you three slaps around the face. Lots of people, both women and men, now chose that shop because of that service....

I knock on the hotel door and wait. I have a bag in my hand, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I check my watch to make sure I'm on time. That's the important bit; we don't have long before the party, before you have to be sitting at the dinner table in the fancy restaurant your husband booked for us all to celebrate your birthday....

Bailey came to as she was lowered gently into hot water. It stung her ass but soothed all her aching muscles. Oh gods, the glories of submersion in hot water. Of all the things she missed about civilization, this was top of the list. Her collar and ankle and wrist bindings had been removed. Someone was lathering her hair and massaging her scalp. Try as she might, she could barely open her eyes to see who it was. She didn't really care. The hands felt heavenly. Another set of hands (another set??) began to s...

I Am a Slut
I am a slut. I started out to be Master's slut, but have become aware that being a slut is who and what I am. Even if, God forbid, I was no longer Master's submissive, I would still be a slut. A major part of women's liberation was the freedom for women to be who and what they want to be, I am and want to be a slut. It gives me great satisfaction that my physical being is appreciated, desired and craved. It is unfortunate that not everyone understands and appreciates the choice that I have ma...

As was recounted in the story 'Cruel Aisha's perfect partner', when I explained to Philip what being my partner or husband would involve I told him that it included the fact that it would be particularly hard for him to bear because the only man who would even begin to consider such a relationship would do so because he understood and shared its feminist principles yet, at the same time, sometimes I need to be taken by a man who is the opposite of that....

Waves crashed against the sands of the beach while sunlight glittered on the open blue and seagulls squealed high overhead. Blake sat on a towel under the shade of an umbrella, reading a comic while Liz had gone swimming. While he was enjoying just sitting back and listening to the waves as he read, he often found his eyes shifting back to her as she swam on the surface and occasionally submerged herself. Between both their busy schedules and Blake often lacking the energy necessary to sate his partner's ap...

The Making of a Toyboy Slave 01

Thank you for trying my story: I hope you enjoy it. It is the first of what will probably be four parts, This is quite a gentle introduction, with the content becoming "harder" later on.. Comments and ratings are always very welcome.

Seduction

By the standards of his contemporaries, Nigel was slightly odd. Often described- not always out of his earshot- as a nerd, be was socially awkward, with little small talk and obvious shyness in female company. He ha...

It was a week later when Natalia and Ben met for dinner. Natalia had suggested a classy restaurant and came elegantly dressed in a black cocktail dress and heels, with Ben choosing a white shirt and tan chinos.
"How was your week?" Natalia asked breezily as she sat down.
"My week?" Ben exclaimed, "What about the last time we met?"...

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. Also, if you haven't read Chapter 13 -- 15 which sets the background for Schwartz Iron Works, you might want to read that too.
I've seen a number of Crucifixion scenes in porn videos, and for me, they always miss the point. The Dom can't just leave the submissive alone in her suffering. I guess it doesn't make for good video, but rather than let th...

Part 2
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CHAPTER 11: THE OLD MARE
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'So, who are you going to vote for?' I asked Bryony.
Justin had come over for a chat while I'd been eavesdropping on Bryony and Cassie in the pub a few days earlier and I'd never heard the outcome.
'Is Master commanding his slave to tell him?' Bryony said slightly tersely....

The Maid


Chapter 3

Over the next two weeks, the young mistress didn't seem to need much help. I admit freely that I was able to work on my tasks as an upstairs maid, cleaning and refreshing the linens.
But at night, I was like a wild animal, Lord help me. I would work myself into a state, thinking of all that transpired in the salon below. Touching my breasts, until the nipples became quite hard, touching my wet quim, arousing myself until I was shuddering with climax, spurting a wetnes...

Seven twenty-five. Not too long until he'd arrive then. Demi sipped her soda and quietly thought. Her eyes wandered briefly over to her twin sister, Katie. Where she could tell Katie was excited, Demi was busy going over a mental checklist. Third party location, check. That'd be the restaurant the guy offered to meet at and the hotel that could happen after. Friends knew where they were, check. She'd send a text to one once back at the hotel. If that text didn't come, said friend would call the cops. Not th...

She leaned down and gave my aching cock a single flick of her tongue.
And I felt it.
The unmistakable, cool scrape of metal.
A tongue piercing.
The tongue that left marks.
My body jolted.
I knew that tantalizing sensation too well -- I'd had eager sluts with pierced tongues suck me off before. The feeling always drove me wild....

There was a slight breeze on the intercoastal and it was a balmy tropical night. It was full dark, the moon just a sliver in the sky.
I was naked, bent forward, with leather handcuffs on and fastened to the iron railing on Sir's 17th floor balcony overlooking the Intercoastal waterway. I gripped the iron bar and rested my head on it. There were leather cuffs on my ankles, clipped to a spreader bar that kept my legs far apart. The only thing I was wearing was my slave collar. The lights on most of the hun...

Expanded summary: Newly-turned twenty-something werewolf Colt is a huge pain in the ass, constantly antagonizing his alpha, Liam. Alistair, Liam's husband, is frankly getting a little sick and tired of Colt's shit, so he makes a suggestion: Liam should beat the kid's ass like he's clearly begging for and maybe bend him over a desk or something and rail him until he stops being a brat. This turns out to be a great idea that works perfectly, because Alistair is a genius....

Dominants know that nothing pleases me more than sitting down to write. And in all of their glorious higher knowledge they force me to do it. It is not my place to question their divine will which allows me to live such a fulfilling life of luxury. To many my circumstances are ideal and exceedingly sexy....

Dawn of
The First... Tuesday.
-No Hours Remain-
It's funny how, even as an adult, wearing a set of headphones playing a particularly juicy beat can make it seem like you're in a world of your own. The music wraps around you like a cloak while you dip and dodge between your fellow students like some sort of ninja while the epic tones of the Sons of Asgard blast in your ears. Sure, plenty of people gave you weird looks as you mouthed the words and spun about like a ballerina on cocaine....

*This is a work of fiction.
All characters are 21+
All actions are consensual even if specified otherwise.*
We messaged back and forth for a few weeks. I told her about everything. I told her what I'm interested in, my experience, my fetishes, my desires. In countless video calls and texts, she learned everything I could tell her about myself. She wanted a live-in sub/slave to be hers. It was a dream come true. I would live at her home under her direction and care. I agreed to everything. All I had...