Female Domination

Summer at Pond Cove – Chapter 02

In Chapter One, Walter met his summer neighbors at Pond Cove, a secluded area surrounded by a government nature preserve. By the end of the day, he had lost his clothes, his pride, and his virginity. In Chapter Two, Walter continues telling the story of his Summer at Pond Cove. He finds out for certain that he is a pain slut, and is officially given the name of “weird worm” at the feet of his new Mistress… Mistress Gloria. This story stands on its own, but may make a little more sense if you have read Chapter One. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may …

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My Weekend With Dawn – Sunday Afternoon With Autumn

“Autumn just texted me and let me know that she had the most amazing night with us and was sorry she snuck out early this morning. She said wanted to let us have some time alone for ourselves because we just looked so amazing sleeping in each other’s arms. Then she asked if we could spend the day together as she really enjoys our company and was wondering if that would be OK?” You summarized from her text. I looked at you with a sarcastic grin and said; “Oh Heck No…I can’t be around her and you together…I will have a heart attack!” You elbowed me in the ribs and replied; “Well if you do, I will make sure we perform CPR to revive you!” I laughed and kissed you and asked; “Hey…in all seriousness, …

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Teacher part 3

I crawled toward her, the friction of the carpet burning slightly against my knees, a tactile reminder of my descent. Every inch of progress felt like a deliberate shedding of the teacher I used to be. I stopped precisely where she wanted me, at the edge of the sofa, my head lowered, my breath warm against the leather. The air in the apartment felt different now, stripped of its minimalist sterility and replaced by something raw and musk-heavy. “Lead me to the bedroom,” Julia commanded, the words arriving not as a request, but as a structural requirement of the evening. She didn’t move to help me, nor did she offer a hand to steady my ascent. Instead, she remained draped across the leather, her body a languid sprawl of post-orgasmic satisfaction, waiting for me to …

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Doll House – Aspen, Scott (pt 4) – Role Switch

A week has gone by since the fuck-fest at Lucky 7 club. Aspen has given into her new role in the household. Enjoying being controlled by her boyfriend, Scott. His dominance taking over. She having tasks to complete. Some simple ones around the apartment. Cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry. Of course these are done in the sexy tight maid outfit and black pumps. When she did a good job she was rewarded and punished when she didn’t. Any other time in the apartment she was naked. Naked for all but the collar. When not doing one of the service sub tasks, she was waiting on her knees by the door when he got home. She loved those moments. When his domination over her was in full effect. But it was different yesterday. In the past …

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A Predator’s Diary: Tricks of the Trade

A Predator’s Diary: Part 3 – Tricks of the trade (M/f, F/f, M/F/f, bj, whipping, hardcore, restraint, cruelty, nc) ****This is the third part of the series. The events follow directly after those of Part 2 – Debts Incurred and Repaid**** Note: The following content contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and abuse. The door closed behind her as I stood, flabbergasted. What she had just said was at once so unexpected and also plausible. I had always seen Riya as an entitled bitch, but didn’t really know much about her. I knew she flunked college and was a bit of a good-for-nothing. But what else? If I’d known that she had been sleeping around town with shady types, would I have been surprised? What really surprised me, though, was how widespread the boss’ network …

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Under Her Thumb_(0)

Introducing the porn junkie I love porn. It is so uncomplicated. So straightforward. Honest, in a way, because it strips you of all the fancy illusions and lays bare the core of who you are. If you are open to the challenge, it can be a true ally in your quest of unraveling the threads of your life. I cannot deny I am a porn junkie. Truly there is no shame in recognizing what I have become. Porn has got me by the balls. I’ll go into cold turkey if I don’t get my daily shot of porn. And when I do get it, the world collapses and I float happy like a baby in a never-ending myriad of bloated asses and monstrous drooling cunts. After work, alone in the office, I can spend hours …

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Mistress Iona 3, The Milkfarm

Mistress Iona 3, The Milkfarm I turned up naked and with a hard on, as was the rule, at Mistress Iona’s door one Friday night. As instructed, I had not been shooting for the whole week since I left her house last Sunday night. This made it easy to work my cock up to a throbbing status with some precum glistening on top. She had told me that I was to come with her to her vacation home and stay over the weekend. She sent me naked as I was to the back of the house where her cars are parked. There was another young man naked and with what looked like a 10” cock standing nicely straight up. An erection that made me jealous. It was the same fellow who I had to jerk …

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The Awakening, Chapters 7 and 8

The Awakening, Chapter 7. Jen flexes her muscles. The following day was Sunday and Jen and Matt took it easy. Jen said she was sore in places where she didn’t know she had muscles. For some reason a couple places on her sides, where she no longer got much exercise since she quit playing sports, were stiff and sore. Her pussy lips were a little raw from forcing Jo all over them while holding her head against it and fucking herself with Jo’s tongue. Matt smiled as they discussed it. “I’m not sore anywhere” he said jokingly. “Okay, smart ass” Jen responded, “if you want some more ass, be good!” Matt laughed. “Yes, dear” he said snidely. They relaxed the rest of the day and most of the week, but on Thursday, Jen started getting …

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How did things end up like this? : Prologue

DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes and depictions of futanari, ntr/cuckholding, unrealistic body sizes/proportions, futadom, excessive cum, among other things. If you aren’t interested in these topics, you are unlikely to enjoy this story. This story is ongoing and may progress slowly at times. Despite this, I always try to get to the point and keep things interesting. I hope you enjoy. How Did Things End Up Like This? Prologue “H-hey so I guess we’re partners.” Blake said a bit awkwardly as he walked up to Carmen Williams with the project assignments sheet in his hand. “Yeah,” Carmen responded as she stood from her seat in the classroom, “I’m looking forward to it. But I really have this thing I need to get to… It’s kinda urgent. Maybe tomorrow we can meet at the library and …

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Fanden Hus (Fuck House)

Fanden Hus (Fuck House) Part One: The Arrival Gillian stopped at the counter inside the small, dark adult novelty store and presented the shiny access card to the woman attending the register. Wordlessly, the clerk nodded and held up a finger indicating to wait a moment. She opened the register and, from the back of the cash box removed a key before closing the drawer and motioning Gillian to follow her. Gillian picked up her small gym bag, tossed her brown hair over one shoulder sneaking a glance around the perimeter to see who was watching before following the young girl behind a dark curtain and into a long hall. They passed a few booths, also with black curtains fully or at least partially drawn. From experience, Gillian knew that each booth included a bench, …

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Doll House – Ba

The hum of the office floor was a low, steady vibration, a sound that lived in the soles of Elle’s shoes and the base of her skull. It was late afternoon, that time of day when the sharp angle of the sun cut through the downtown high-rises and turned the carpeting into a landscape of long, dusty shadows. Elle sat at her desk, the fluorescent overhead lights reflecting off the smooth, white surface of her button-down shirt. She adjusted the collar, the starched fabric stiff against her neck, and focused on the spreadsheet glowing on her monitor. The numbers blurred slightly, rows of financial data that required a precision she was struggling to summon. She reached for her coffee mug, a ceramic chipped at the rim, and took a sip. The liquid was cold, a …

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Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 9D The Dominant Divorcee By rutger5 (An original story – Copyright 2013) ——————————————————————————————- Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that’s what you’re looking for you came to the right place. Enjoy! “Is that all the packages for today Brian?” I asked the Fed-Ex delivery man as I signed electronically for the single next day package that sat on the front desk. “Well that’s all I have for you Don. Maybe Ground will have something for the building, I’m not sure.” “He was already here, same thing with UPS. I am so sick of those guys in their brown shorts thinking they’re God’s gift to women. Makes it harder for those of us who really are, …

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Doll House – Ba

Thirty days had passed since the plan was set into motion, thirty sunrises and sunsets that had acted less like the passage of time and more like a chemical peel, stripping away the dull, beige layers of a life previously lived in grayscale. The transformation was not merely cosmetic; it was a structural renovation of the soul. Honey Sinful, formerly the dormant and docile Katie Nolms, had not just woken up; she had erupted. The enlightenment she and Doll House shared now hummed in the air between them, a charged frequency that only they could hear, vibrating with the promise of ownership and submission. Baby Kay surveyed the landscape of their success with the critical eye of a sculptor inspecting a marble that has finally yielded to the chisel. It was surprising, in a way …

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Doll House – Mr. Steel (pt 2) – Puta Girl’s Plan

Puta Girl was in her boss’s bathroom washing up. She was a mess after the fuckfest they just had. Who would have thought Mr. Steel could fuck so well. He left her covered in his cum and her face was a disaster. She knew her other persona had some slut in her. Maria Good always was down for a good fucking but here and now she was ready for anything. Becoming a Doll was the best thing for her and her libido. A knock on the bathroom door. “I got your bag,” came Mr. Steel’s voice. She turned from the sink and opened the door. He stood there back in his suit. He lifted his hand up to give her bag to her. “What,” she snapped? “Your a fucking mess,” he blurted out before he …

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My Niece Maria

My Niece María Once again we meet, my dear readers. I continue experimenting with narrative styles and checking grammar and spelling with the help of AI. In this particular case, I have tried to make the plot a little more perverse than usual. I hope you like it. As always, I am attentive to your comments, suggestions, and of course, fantasies — which it will be a pleasure to transform into stories. Ana Raquel My Niece María Part II – The Punishment Mario arrived at his aunt and uncle’s house four years ago. Since starting university, he had been living with them. His aunt — his mother’s sister — had offered him lodging both to reduce study expenses and because their home was relatively close to the university. In exchange for room and board provided …

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Familly Lessons 6

Mark woke up and reached out to stroke Josie’s shoulder, the cozy warmth of sleep still in his eyes. She mumbled something and rolled back toward him. He let one hand slide down to her breast, massaging it lightly through her flimsy nightie. Her lips parted and she moved into the touch, still somewhere between sleep and waking. He slipped his hand under the silky negligee and touched her bare breast, tweaking the nipple slightly. With that her eyes fluttered and she looked up into her husband’s eyes. “That feels good. Horny this morning?” she asked. “Always,” he said, “but…” Just then he heard footsteps padding down the hall. There was a tap at the door, and their son Phillip’s head appeared as the door swung inward. “Me and Julia are going swimming,” he said, …

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Diane’s Submissive Adventures Part 2 – The Sorority_(1)

*All characters in this fictional story are over 18 years of age!* College had just begun a few weeks before, and Diane was finally getting into the swing of things. The pace was very different from high school, but not in a bad way since she was responsible for scheduling her classes. Although she would have preferred to spend all her time pleasing the inventive twins, the two were currently preparing for football season, and their trysts together had become sporadic at best. To make matters worse, most of the boys in her classes were timid and seemed to be focused on getting good grades. It was because of the lack of attention that she was delighted when one of the girls in her algebra class invited her to apply at one of the sororities. …

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Doll House – Aspen, Scott (pt 8) – The Switch

The grip on his forearm was less a handhold and more of a clamp, a desperate anchor point in a sea of polished marble and hushed whispers. Aspen’s fingers dug into the wool of Scott’s sleeve, twisting the fabric into a tight knot of tension that threatened to pull the seam right off the stitching. They moved across the lobby floor, the soles of their shoes squeaking in a ragged rhythm against the high-gloss stone, a discordant counterpoint to the muted elegance of the space. The air inside the hotel tasted of stale vanilla and expensive floor wax, a cloying, manufactured perfume designed to mask the scent of transient lives and the secrets they dragged through the revolving doors. Scott adjusted the strap of his overnight bag, the leather biting into his shoulder with a …

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Arrogance

Title: Arrogance Everything Started with a Bet Ana Raquel Synopsis: It all begins with a bet between two husbands and their wives. In a short time, everything spirals out of control and both men are slowly feminized, transformed, and dominated by their women. Characters: – Ana – My wife – Enrique – Myself – Matilde – Neighbor and Ana’s friend – Ricardo – Matilde’s husband and my friend Introduction: Six months ago: Ana (my wife) and I, Enrique, are a couple approaching fifty. We live alone since our son became independent almost five years ago and moved to another country where he believed he could better develop his career. She is a nurse at a mental health clinic, and I am an engineer. We have a comfortable, quiet life in a four-room apartment in an …

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The Training of a Bisexual Cockslut – Part 4

My girlfriend told Holy Shit’s boyfriend to strip and he reluctantly complied. As he pulled his pants off, his cock sprung out. It was about as big as mine, very hard and with shaved balls. My girlfriend dug through her bag, got a cockring and told him to put it on. He asked her if we could all do a shot first, that he needed some courage. He produced a bottle of tequila and we passed around the bottle, all of us taking good swigs. My girlfriend then asked him if he’d ever been with a guy before. He said no, but that he’d fantasized about it and that him and Holy Shit and talked about it. As he was putting on the cockring, he asked what was all over me and sticking in my …

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