Day 3 finale I woke up because I felt Britt move. She looked back at me and said wake up my little ass muncher. Pppppppppppbbbbbbttttttt right into my nose. It smelled worse than yesterday after It sat in her stomach all night. I groaned as I breathed it all in. Britt smiled and said since
This is the first of many series in what I call perspective stories. The story will switch between the perspective of two characters experiencing the same event differently. In each segment of the story you will experience both the male and female perspective of the experience. Also please note, this story series will contain strong
Chapter Three — Monday and Tuesday Monday: Thankful for the normality of office work, I was confident my work slacks would hide any signs of the cage. Midday the Binder app dinged. The message was from Chris. There was a picture of a key dangling from a familiar smooth freckled hand with glossy manicured nails
His P.O.V~ From the depths of the heavy darkness, my eyes fluttered awake, a response to my ears having noticed a creeping sound. I rubbed my eyes before I fully unbolted them, noticing the mild brightness uncovering the ceiling above me. I rustled on the bed, stretching my body when another sound from the bathroom
This is based on a fantasy I’ve had for a while. None of it is true and unfortunately I don’t have the same anatomy of the character. Hopefully it’s still hot for everyone. I’m new to this so let me know if you have any feedback or if you want me to turn this into
It hadn’t occurred to me immediately that the chastity cage upgrade I’d received while we were getting ready to the trip to England was to humiliate me. When Mistress removed the one piece jelly cage and replaced it with a rigid metal penis cage that connected to a split ring around the base of my
The rhythm of the music pounded into me, it was like a part of me. I couldn’t believe I could feel this sexy, this vibrant, and full of life. Who knew that going to rock concerts could do that? I ran my hands up my tight black leather clothes, a corset that pushed my full
Intro: This story, I wrote in the second-person point of view and in present tense. If you don’t like that style of writing, you have been warned. I (male/Mr Johnson) meet up with you (female) again and I take you out for a surprise trip to a BDSM dungeon that I’ve hired for us. *****************************
Author’s Note: This is a substantial reworking of one of the first stories I published on Literotica under the original title of ‘All Three Holes’ in the Anal category. That was more of a simple stroke piece, but this version adds more context to the story and, hopefully, fixes some rookie mistakes I made.1.Katie stood
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18. ———— While the girls were attending home-room, the Headmaster took the opportunity to
Second part of my role reversal universe. Read the first part, be a dear and pay attention to the tags listed. All characters are 18+. Feedbacks are appreciated! 2. Surrender and Obedience Elias woke up with a new resolve, sharp and feral. He wouldn’t be some plaything discarded at the end of the week. No
Amanda’s red heels flash brightly as she walks purposefully down the quaint, high street of this archetypally English seaside town. Today she wears a calve-length denim dress with the lower front buttons undone to reveal flashes of shapely legs, an entrancing hint of smooth inner thighs and just a hint of cleavage. As she proceeds
Punishing Miss De Rossi The Sting Derek’s shoulders, knees and lower back ached as he knelt while holding the textbooks in his outstretched arms. It was an infamous punishment that Danielle De Rossi, an English teacher at Jefferson High School, rather enjoyed dishing out. Miss De Rossi was a very attractive woman in her late
This story is inspired by and dedicated to my one and only owner. The gorgeous, divine and perfect Mistress Maia Redhood. This story involves topics of female domination, cuckcoldry, male chastity and light cbt. If you are interested in these topics, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ————————————–
When Gloria and I entered Mistress’ apartment we encountered a wild scene. Mistress and Desiree were seated on the sofa with Genevieve’s two subs eagerly feeding on their pussies. Genevieve was similarly hosting Lisa’s voracious attention.”Join the fun,” Mistress called out and beckoned us with the crook of her index finger. She handed Gloria the
This was my birthday present. I had paid in advance, set aside the entire weekend, and was going to enjoy myself.And yet my heart pattered in trepidation, wondering if I was really ready.I glanced around the front of the building only to find it looked normal. Like any other building on this side of downtown.
Adrian got home from work at 6:45pm. The first thing he saw as he came through the door was the candle, burning brightly in its glass jar on the hall table where he usually put his keys, and straightaway he knew he was in for an evening of arousal, sex and — if he was
This story is set in the same universe as “A Man Named Susan” but is a completely stand-alone story… for now. I keep meaning to get back to writing stories with more romance and tenderness, but Tabatha is just not that sort of woman. For her, sexual satisfaction and the domination of others is the
I tried to think of a way to avoid shaking. I was cold. Naked and curled forward with my head to the ground and my ass in the air. The cold currents that flowed through Mistress Domino’s apartment brought goose pimples to my legs and arms. I thought about drinking her pee. How she gave
Gloria used me for another day before her husband called to tell her that Travis was begging him to come home, so she took me back to Miss Pamela’s early. Miss Pamela was happy because she had something in mind for me. One of the women who had been in the audience for my spit