Authoritarian

Unexpected Emotions

I joined the forum only a few weeks ago but I already had multiple messages. Most were stupid or annoying but there was one that was interesting. He mentioned a few things and asked if we could talk so he could get to know me better. I was happy he seemed nice yet direct, a welcomed change from my usual fare of stilted Asian “boyfriends” my relatives try to set me up with. We exchanged a few emails and then he asked for my kik account. I hadn’t done kik in months because it wasn’t my style. At least it wasn’t Gchat or something, I thought. I leaned back on my couch and curled my feet up under me. “Hi…” I start. “Hi,” he replies, “I read you are from a conservative background.” “It wasn’t …

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The Demon’s Bride

When I open the door, the delivery man stands right here before my very own eyes with a very bright and big smile, saying out happily and composedly the words, “Good morning, Miss Mila Brooks.” I don’t want to be rude to him, but honestly speaking, I woke up in a sour, bitter mood today. With a feigned, insincere, and faked-up smile, I reply him: “Good morning. What can I do for you, sir?” He is standing there with a bunch of cutely and amazing-looking flowers. They must be fairly expensive and delicate too. Are they for me? I am wondering quietly and noiselessly. “I have got this special delivery for you,” he intones freely. “It is from a man who honestly and sincerely loves you. Where can I put them please, ma’am?” “Right here …

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Theresa Part 3_(1)

I had now seen Theresa several times. She still had a very superior attitude at times and I still found her rude and arrogant but at least she had learn to curb that side of her behaviour around me. She had arranged to take the afternoon off after I had called her and told her I was passing by her house lunchtime. I had driven back from Southampton and had told I had a surprise for her. I arrived about 1.30pm. It was late summer, it was a glorious day, very warm and I suggested that she get changed. ‘How do you want me to look?’ she asked. I told her what to wear and twenty minutes later she came back down stairs and stood in front of me. I sat back and checked she …

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Control Geek-Chapter 4

CONTROL GEEK Chapter 4 By Randy MacAnus Copyright 2018 All rights reserved by the author Trevor told Mitch that coach hung out at the local coffee house after school. Figured. A lot of cute guys came there after school. Mitch figured coach would likely follow Trevor into the men’s room. Mitch would be in one of the stalls when they came in. As coach passed his stall, Mitch would stick the needle in his ass. This would give Trevor a little information, namely that Mitch was injecting something rather than using hypnosis or blackmail or some other form of coercion. As it would not give him critical information, and Mitch felt he could trust his good friend, he decided to go for it. The plan worked like a charm. Coach only had time to say, …

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Chapter 2 Revelations

Chapter 2 Revelations Squall walked tiredly through the Garden, heading for the Training Centre to workout. He was hoping it would help wake him up, plus he just needed to get out of his office. He’d nearly fallen asleep at his desk, not something a Commander should do. ‘They’re just dreams, they’ll go away eventually.’ he assured himself as he passed a few cadets who saluted him as he walked by. He half-heartedly saluted back, wishing that they could forget he was their Commander for just once. “Commander Leonhart, please come to my office at once,” he heard Cid’s voice echo throughout the building when he was just steps from his destination. “Great, what now?” he muttered, and changed direction to see what the Headmaster wanted. He stifled a yawn as he made his way …

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The Home Chapter 6

We walked back to the facility arm in arm and passed Roger and Jerry in the courtyard. Roger called out, “Mr. Swane you look just like the cat who ate the canary. What have you been up to with these lovely ladies?” “Mary and Melanie were kind enough to show me around the grounds. We had a nice relaxing walk and I really enjoyed the wooded path.” “I’ll bet you did,” Jerry said. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch.” Mary said, “Jerry Wright! I’m not sure what you’re implying but Mr. Swane has been nothing but a perfect gentleman since I met him. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from him.” “I’d like that,” Jerry replied. “I’ll meet you after dinner David and be sure to bring my notepad.” He and Roger …

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Bella the Bully (Futa)

(Billy: The day before/Prologue) The entire situation was **SO** embarrassing! I’ve been bullied for so long that I can’t remember the last weekday I came home without rushing to mommy for a hug. It made everything better, even though she didn’t really understand the whole story… She doesn’t know that my bully is…actually a futanari. Revealing that detail, that I’ve been pushed around by some big-tittied, hung bully would honestly be harder to accept than the hell I go through on a daily basis. I’ve been made to kiss and lick her shoes, armpits and feet; she absolutely gets off to humiliating and defeating me. The worst part is that the only meals I have for lunch are absolutely drowned in her globby, disgustingly thick cum. She makes me take my meals and tray into …

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Realising Our Fantasies Together part 2

“Steve, come in here now!” Two weeks had passed since my first strap-on session with Maria, and since she had fucked me with it a few times, but she had never let me take off the cock-cage in those two weeks. She was gradually taking her dom role more and more seriously, to the point where she had ordered a black vinyl outfit just to push the point home for me, and it was that same outfit I was looking at as I entered the bedroom. She was standing there, her legs akimbo, letting me see her lips hanging down softly, slightly moist. Her tits were spilling out of the top of the outfit, and she had her hair tied into a tight ponytail, a sliver of it hanging loose on her right temple. My …

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Sissy Story Chapter 03

The Adult Sissy I’d kept in touch with Tommy while I was away, but he didn’t text me much, so I was not really expecting him to see him after my appointment that Wednesday. I had texted him and told him my appointment would be a little longer, might last for a couple of hours. He was pretty noncommittal. I didn’t tell him I was dumping the curls and going with a more adult style, shorter and, I thought, more sophisticated, straight, like European girls wore. And I didn’t tell him about my new boobs. I decided to keep the platinum blonde color. I wore a t-shirt without a bra, so he and everybody else could see my new tits. Blue shorts and sandals and a huge white leather purse completed my outfit. I guess …

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Fulfilling Her Fantasy

I watched her from the window. She had just gotten home and was getting out of her car. Up the drive she walked, in seconds she would be at the front door. Seconds later she was in the house. I knew her routine: leave the house at 6 am, home at 5:30 pm, shower, dinner, tv, bed. Without fail, every night. She didn’t have a husband, no boyfriend, no pets even, this lady was a shut in…which was perfect for me. See I had plans for her. I heard the front door shut from her upstairs bedroom. I softly made my way to her closet and closed the door without latching it. I went over my supplies again in my pocket just to make sure I had everything I needed. Sally, according to the mail …

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Teasing the Wrong Guy on the School Bus

Inside the Bus Krista nervously boarded her friend’s school bus outside her school. She was an 8th grader and the year was almost over, and she wanted so badly to hang with a group of friends that included Holly’s brother Jeff. He was a cute 9th grader and was very “hot” in her book. He had this thing for younger girls and was not above having them do things for his kisses and touches that would prove to him they would be loyal, without worrying about getting parents involved. Krista had fantasized all day about the note Holly had passed to her in class, from her brother about today’s initiation. She just wondered whether she would have the guts to do it . . . especially on a school bus. Holly and Krista immediately went …

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Control Geek

CONTROL GEEK by Randy MacAnus Mitchell Gandolf was a wizard at science, especially Chemistry and Micro-Biology. So, inevitably, he was a geek of the first magnitude. They called him Mr. Wizard at school and usually not in a kind way. His last name didn’t help. Even though it was spelled a bit different than the wizard from the “Lord Of The Rings”, it was pronounced the same. His fellow geeks in the Science Club thought it was really cool. Everyone else thought it was really dorky. His science club friends helped to keep him sane, but he still couldn’t wait to graduate high school. He was eighteen, but should have skipped two grades and would have—if he could have handled things better with the older, bigger jocks and bullies. He was 5 feet 7 inches …

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Please… Break Me.

Please… Break Me by Lilith04 I woke up a little dizzy. Just by moving in bed, I felt everything that hurt, and a lot of me was hurting, inside and out. I moved my slender legs out of bed, and they felt wobbly as if they belonged to someone else. My long, dark-brown hair, disheveled, fell over my sleepy face. My feet barely touched the floor. Tall bed, short girl. I took a deep breath. In between feeling terrible about myself – what actually started this whole thing – and feeling fulfilled, I went for the second. My entrances, touching the mattress, felt so sensitive, sore… The slightest stimulation and I felt myself getting wet. Barely eighteen, I’ve been used more in the last two months than the rest of my short life altogether. I …

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The World’s Best

The World is your oyster I woke up at 11 30am with the ring of my cell phone, I looked at my phone and saw that the caller was my dumb bitch of a neighbour. I pressed the button that put the phone on silent and lay back on my bed, stroking my dick which had started to tingle at the thought of my neighbour. She was a dumb bitch, but fuck was she hot. She had that perfect face that I thought of when I jacked off, and although she had a slightly flat chest, she had a behind that I thought existed only in my wildest dreams. I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower, but before I managed to get to it my phone rang again, it was her, …

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Bitch Stepsister

My dad travels a lot for work. He spends most of his time driving from one end of the country to the other, delivering lectures and workshops for a whole range of different companies. But he always managed to come back for the weekends though. My mom died when I was 10 but my grandparents lived a street over so I stayed with them during the weeks. At 16 I began staying at home by myself for a bit, maybe just a night or two. It took a while to settle into this routine but when I did, I pretty much fended for myself. I quite enjoyed learning to cook and spending the solitary hours finishing my schoolwork and playing video games. – When I turned 17, I got a job during the summer holidays. …

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Bitch and Dicking: Prologue

“So what are you putting on tonight, nasty Miss Bitch?” That is my best friend speaking there. Courtney Vaccaro. She has got dark red hair, lovely and adorable lips that I have kissed and licked up with my own time and again, and her body itself—it is brilliantly and wonderfully curved and shaped up nicely and attractively in that all too magnificent and sexually arousing way that I cannot help but ogle and gawp at incurably. Would she mind sharing another passionate, fueled-up kiss with me tonight? Would she really? I am naked. But I don’t mind still. I walk gracefully and delicately fine and undisturbed by anything at all towards her, and once I have reached where she is seated and entrenched down right there on my large and freaking awesome bed, I lean …

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Sarah’s Submission: Ch 11 – The Interview

Readers: I appreciate everyone keeping up with the story. I will continue to try to post new chapters as quickly as possible. But I have a couple of questions I pose to you that I hope you will respond to with comments below. One valued commentator suggested that the tags should reflect the individual chapter and not the story as a whole. That people might feel they didn’t get what they expected if the tags didn’t happen in that particular chapter. Do you agree? Would that be enough to make people give it a negative vote? I think I may have been in error and so for this chapter and future chapters, I will try to make the tags reflect the chapter and not the overall story. Second, I add a summary of the chapter …

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Smitten

CHAPTER ONE His scent….I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: “You think you can succeed to get away from me. The honest truth is that you can barely triumph to do anything like that. I will be there with you wherever it is that you run to. I will haunt you always and without any fail. You will not live to see the joy and happiness of life itself. I swear on this. You will …

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The Wolves of Paris

“The new era began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared victory against the world; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame. Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine.” -Charles Dickens, “A Tale of Two Cities” *** Gévaudan, France, 1769: In the village, a man was dying. Antoine Chastel drew water from the well and went inside. His father lay in the inn’s largest room, a single candle lit, Bible open on his lap. He slept feverishly. Antoine wiped his brow with a wet cloth and Jean Chastel’s eyes opened. He spoke between labored breaths. …

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An Affair Of Different Kind

It was pouring down hard now. Big raindrops were hitting the roof of the car in arrhythmic sequence, sometimes drumming against it softly, only to change and a moment later knock forcefully as if threatening to turn into hail. It seemed more like a low budget movie with defective special effects than anything of natural occurrence. Despite all the rain or maybe because of it, the city stank like a barrel of fish guts, garbage and feces mixed with another smell, velvety yet unpleasantly invasive. The humidity did its work well. She smiled. She didn’t mind rain at all. In fact, rain was her favorite. Sunny days always made her moody and often downright depressed. Rain was fine as far as she was concerned. No need for an umbrella or mad dash from one doorway …

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