Thread: Mx Female Latex/ BDSM/ Twisted Dark Stories/ AND CAKE.

PART 2 NON-CON Notice I have recently realized a fetish or at least a passing interest in exploring the submissive role and themes of abuse and degradation all you sub girls can't be wrong i guess... There are a few stories carpet bombed throughout the thread containing stories with the female in the commanding role and my character in the submissive with stories GENERALLY though not exclusively involving a abusive relationship. Mundane NEW Recovering Addict This story is inspired entirely off this picture quote YC is trying dating again for the first time in close to a year after escaping from a traumatic and abusive relationship with a sadistic and cruel man who abused and broke her so badly through mindbreak and physical abuse, turning her into a perfect little fucktoy until she managed to gather the willpower to leave him. That was a year ago now and YC is finally ready to try again, she doesn't want to be alone but she's afraid to date another 'bad boy' so she goes for the nice guy, the quiet, shy type, the type of guy she would normally never look at and the kind of guy who would never mistreat her like her ex did, right? Well some girls just have a special knack for picking the worst guy out of a room and despite all signs to the contrary, her new boyfriend is no better than the last and what's worse, she trusts him enough to tell him about her ex, what he did, and how he did it, and it isn't long before she's right back to where she started, only this time she probably can't escape... NEW Cosplay 'Model' The world of social media has created pathways for the mundane, mediocre, and untalented to rocket themselves to popularity and minor celebrity status. In the world of the 'intagram model', fake tits, collagen lips, and ass implants are stock tools of the trade for the wannabe celebrity who isn't quite up to real model standards, but wouldn't sink so low as to be a 'cam girl' and masterbate on camera for bitcoin. In the recent years, nerd culture has risen into pop culture and out of that has come an era of the 'hot nerd girl', girls who would under any other circumstances not be in the same city as a comic-con or ever let one of those gross losers who attend them touch her. A key factor in the career of a social media cosplay model is maintaining the persona of the game and anime loving nerd girl, always misunderstood and judged for being pretty but wanting to just play games. It's important that persona never shows to be untrue, fans are fickle creatures and likes and follows are how you get paid, how you get to travel and make money oiling up and sliding into rubber and lace outfits and shaking your ass at the a camera rather than making less than minimum wage taking pancake orders at an IHOP. So when a couple of guys at an afterparty get a video of you half drunk, making gagging sounds and mocking how gross all your fans are to your personal friends, talking about how hugging and posing for pictures with each of them makes your skin crawl and what total losers they are for thinking you give a flying fuck about any of that lame shit, suddenly you have a problem. With your career in major jeopardy, what will you do to keep that video a secret? how far will you go to get it deleted and make sure it never makes it's way onto the internet? NSFW NSFW Breeding Season When a plague left the males of their species infertile, a deal was struck between their species and our villages that encroached upon the forests. They would keep to the forests and leave our livestock be. Our hunters could venture safely into their forests and harvest game from their lands. We would be allowed to cut trees for lumber and expand out territory. All these things were given up to us as be took full advantage of their weakness. In exhcange, when their females came into heat in the fall, they would come to our villages and be bred. The beasts feared for the survival of their species, unable to breed their females themselves they made the choice that half bred offspring was better than no offspring, we agreed. The beasts hate us for this, we took so much from them, their land, their game, their women...if they ever discovered their infertility came from a poison we had begun to pour into the rivers mouth where it flowed into the forest.... We had expected the foul creatures to just die, but this was a much more satisfying result. Their women were....appealing to us, and we were able to absolve ourselves of any guilt we would have felt if he had actually killed them all with poison, it was much easier to sleep at night without their deaths on our consciences.....and with their women warming our beds. Their women hate us, find us foul and as unsightly as we find their males, but the heat of their breeding season overrides their feelings, they desire only to be bred, and are insatiable and aggressive. They are often pregnant their first night but we enjoy keeping them for the entirety of their mating season just to make sure....after all....we did make a deal. We don't care much for their offspring, mixed creatures we are glad stay in the forests, but we happily accept their women every fall, lustful and driven by their savage nature, unable to return to their impotent males until they had been filled with the seed of every male in our village, sometimes twice. NSFW The Neighbor YC is living happily in a small town in the middle of the country, deep in the bible belt and away from the sinful ways of the coastal cities with the love of her life. Her and her husband have been married 4 years now, happy and still fully in love. They've been trying for children but so far no luck but they are hopeful and she has no complaints with all the practice they have been having. Her life is wonderful, perfect really, like a TV land movie, until the day HE moved in next door. YC had had a past she was ashamed of, she had moved away from the coast, the fast life, the parties, the debauchery, being led on leashes through ballrooms full of men and women in ballgowns and suits, being made a show piece and wearing degrading, rubber and lace costumes, serving men she never knew, countless, countless men, kneeling at the feet of powerful, handsome men and calling them her masters. She had escaped that life, given it up, walked away and never looked back, she had gone so far as the move to the dead center of the country, as far away from that as she could, and then her old master moved in next door. When she opened the door and he stood there in a T-shirt and blue jeans like any other good'ol boy, she nearly dropped the pitcher of lemonade she had been holding. He smiled politely at her and her husband and shook her husbands hand, introducing himself and telling them he had just moved to town and was eager to start a new life here. The whole time he and her husband spoke her heart raced and her hands trembled, She couldn't tell her husband who the man was without revealing her own dark, shameful past so after a long talk the man left, giving no indication he even recognized her until he tossed her a familiar wink on his way out the door that dropped her heart. He was here for her, whether to take her back or just torment her and ruin her new life, he was here and he was doing this on purpose. The Warehouse MC and YC are a young couple madly in love, barely out of their teens their parents just won't allow them to have a moments peace, what with the small town atmosphere and a heavy religious presence in the community, the idea of two nubile and handsy 20 somethings running around with each other without proper supervision is just not acceptable. In an attempt to get away from their ever watchful parents and the tight knit community the pair wait until cover of night and drive up to the abandoned Mining station 10 miles outside of town. The mine had been closed for 40 years and everyone knew it was the best place during the day for kids to sneak off from school and play games like tag, hide and seek, and whatever else little kids did. At night however it became the popular spot for teenagers and 20 somethings to drive up too, park their cars in the old mine where the towns single police officer wouldn't look, and sneak up into the massive honeycomb factory to find a good spot to lay down a blanket and get naked. MC and YC head off to the mine one night, eager to get there and barely able to keep their hands off each other during the drive up. After reaching the factory the pair begin rapidly searching for a place to set up for their evening activities when They are attacked. From here what transpires is a blur to MC as he is struck over the head but when he regains consciousness it is to the sight and sounds of multiple men having their way with his girlfriend and MC realising he is tied to a chair in the corner and gagged while they do so. The horror only grows as MC realises after minutes of screaming through the gag and thrashing in his chair that YC is aware he's there, She isn't ignoring him because she cant hear him, but because shes too busy enjoying herself to care. NSFW Paying Dues Everyone wants to be successful, everyone has dreams, aspirations, and hopes when they're young, everyone wants to grow up to be something and many people do, but more people don't. The chances of making it in some industries are just...well..too low. It's a shame really, a shame when someone with a lot of potential just can't break through that glass ceiling, get discovered, or catch a chance to prove themselves. YC was one of those people who had the talent, the drive, and the dream, but she lacked the chance. Nobody was hiring, nobody cared, nobody wanted to take the chance on the walking sexual harassment charge. Built like a pornstar but with hopes and dreams elsewhere, YC struggled to make any headway in her career and as she began to approach her 30's was beginning to panic that she had wasted so much time, she had no other skills, nowhere to go, until she met HIM. MC is about as connected as one can get, top of the top, with his hands in every pie out there. The epitome of success and always on the lookout for 'potential', your meeting seemed like fate. YC had the desire to succeed, and MC had the means to make your success happen...but at what price? 4 years later YC is living her dream, the job she wanted, the respect she deserved, the life she dreamed of, until the phone rings. The blocked number that sends chills down her spine and sinks her heart into her stomach whenever it pops up on screen, HIM. Sometimes he doesn't call for months, sometimes twice in a week, there's no way to tell when he'll call next. It's always the same, answer the phone, listen to instructions, obediently comply. Addresses, names, times, orders, then they hang up and she wants to cry. How many times has it been now? dozens, maybe a hundred. How many men? she doesn't know, it's all a blur really, sometimes it's just him, bored, wanting to make his pet do tricks for him, sometimes there's an audiance and he makes her...do terrible things for them, sometimes he makes her do things...for them. She got her life, her dream, but at what cost? he owns her now, and she'll never be out from under him, she owes him forever, and she can't disobey, she'd lose everything and..maybe more... Sisterhood Picking the right sorority can be the most important part of a young woman's life. Which sorority you get into determines a big part of your future and what sort of connections and advantages you'll have out there in the real world and that's why a sorority must be chosen with care. Let's also be aware that college age girls may be the most cruel creatures on the planet, especially to other girls. And how exactly do you go about picking the right sorority? well first you have to rush.. Rush is a 2 week process of parties, meet and greets with your future sorority sisters, learning about the sororities, and marketing yourself. Bring your A game girls, because you have ALOT of people to impress before the end of the 2 weeks. So how do these sororities make their decisions on who will be selected after rush? well that's easy, they let their boyfriends decide... What's that? you have a boyfriend? your not comfortable and you don't think you can do this? well that's unfortunate, guess your just not sister material...oh? you've changed your mind!, that's great! now...put it on...and do as you're told... Walking around the frat house in a skin tight french maid uniform, dealing with the wandering and groping hands of frat boys as they slap and grope and stick fingers where they don't belong. Nervously going to the fraternity presidents room at night, wearing a slutty schoolgirl outfit and hesitantly letting him have his way with you however he wants. Spending a day in the basement locked in stocks with mascara running down your tear streaked face in the frat houses basement taking fratboy cock again and again, And wearing a nice, tight, cheerleader uniform for the football team when they come over to the frat house for a party and letting the whole team have a ride. Being in our sorority is important to you right?...RIGHT?!?!...good, then shut up, fix your makeup, and get back to it...you've still got 13 days to go. The Bosses Daughter Know what's the best part about working for the biggest arms dealer in mexico? everything. The pay, the women, the well...drugs. Everything is great, AND you occasionally get to kill people, if that's your thing. All and all, it's the best job on the planet, all i have to do is live in a huge mansion, monitor the compound, and make sure nothing happens to the bosses daughter. Know what's the worst thing about working for the biggest arms dealer in mexico? I have to look after the bosses daughter, and she's a huge bitch. The spoiled little mobster princess think's shes actual royalty, and what's worse, her father treats her like she is. She drives me up the wall.. i want this..i want that...why can't i go to L.A? i want to go to Panama for a party blah blah fucking blah... Know whats my new favorite thing about working for the biggest arms dealer in mexico? finding out the bosses daughter has been informing on him to the FBI...turns out daddy's little princess wasn't happy living under daddy's thumb, and thought the FBI would let her keep all her daddy's assets if she helped them take him down. Well....little girl...you fucked up, cause you didn't cover your tracks well enough...now..i could tell your father....and well, who knows what he'll do....OR...we can keep this between us...for a price... Marriage Counseling So a few days ago me and my wife attended marriage counseling, and i gotta say, there has been a complete turn-around in our marriage. My wife and i had been on the rocks for years and it was starting to look like divorce was just over the next rise when we decided to put aside our pride and attend marriage counseling. Of all people, she was the one to bring up the idea, i never would have expected it, maybe she wanted us to succeed more than i thought. The counselor wasn't what i had expected, i was expecting an old man, maybe a mid 40's woman with glasses and her hair up in a messy bun with a pencil stuck through it like a grade school teacher. What i had NOT been expecting was a knockout 26 year old with huge tits and more plastic surgery than you should ever see outside holly wood. Immediately i knew i was in trouble, i could hardly keep my eyes off her and my wife didn't fail to notice either. After 40 minutes of little to no progress with my wife refusing to let anything the woman had to say go to heart, the counselor wanted to try hypnosis and asked me to step outside so she could talk to my wife woman to woman. Now i can't say what happened in there but i'd honestly love to know because 10 minutes later my wife came out of that office with a smile i hadn't seen on her since we met. We had sex four times that evening and night, we hadn't had sex four times so far that year. She woke me up in the morning with a blowjob and breakfast in bed, after i was done eating we had sex again and then she made me my lunch for work before heading off to spin class, she signed up for spin classes 2 years ago and never went once. She's become obsessed with her body, every night she asks me if her lips are too thin, if her ass is too flat, if i want her to get breast implants. It's not like we don't have the money, but she wants them huge, E's or bigger she says, and she started growing her hair long again, she says she wants to look perfect for me. Today i came home and my wife met me in the hall in rubber lingerie, rubber. lingerie. i didn't even know that was a thing but i gotta say, wow. My buddies are starting to notice the changes, my wife is spending nearly 2 hours getting ready in the bathroom every morning and she comes out looking like a porn-star, she wears heavy make up, and her body has become so toned. She threw out all her clothes that were too 'boring' and everything now is bright colors and two sizes smaller than she used to wear, everything hugs her curves, showing off her new boob job. I can barely keep up with her, it's exhausting, she's sex crazy, and the outfits, we're not hurting for money in any way but she's spent thousands on sexy costumes and sex toys, her boob job alone was 10,000. I don't know what's happened to my wife but it's changed out lives and whoever is reading this...i've never been happier. True Love I love my husband more than anything else in the world, i'd do anything for him, that's why i'm kneeling at this strangers feet in this...perverted rubber dress....doing things i reserve for only my husband...infront of a camera. Let's rewind, My husband and i have been happily married since highschool, we got married 2 weeks after graduation and have been together almost 13 years. Not long after we were married, my husband started a small internet business that exploded into a massive company. He sold the business 4 years later for a large sum of money...i won't say how much but, well we live in a eight figure house and have a lot of cars with no signs of the money drying up anytime soon. Six months ago my husband suffered a massive heart attack that nearly killed him. 2 weeks later was the first time i got the call, i didn't believe them at first, a man on the other end of as restricted number telling me my husbands pace maker had been tampered with and could be remotely turned off at any time. I didn't believe them and told them, my husband fell to the floor like a sack of bricks in the next room 10 seconds later. After he recovered i answered the phone again and this time i told them i believed them. I asked what they wanted, told them we would pay whatever they wanted but they didn't want money, they wanted me. The terms were simple, i couldn't tell anyone, not even my husband, they were watching and would know if i did and my husband would be dead before any help could come. I would receive texts from restricted numbers indicating times and places and i would be expected to arrive promptly. Once there i would do whatever the man waiting for me asked, eagerly, happily, and with a smile, lack of enthusiasm would be bad for my husbands health. They would video tape all of it, and then i could go home to my husband, they never told me how often, or why, or what they wanted the videos for but any attempt on my part to tell anyone would result in my husbands death. I'm trapped in my own home, they have access to our homes security system, they watch us day and night, and when i leave they somehow know wherever i am, often texting while i'm out with friends that i'd better not tell them anything, usually specifying my friends who i was with by name. My husband matters more to me than anything else in the world and i'll do anything i can to keep him safe. I stare up at the man, standing infront of me, smiling wickedly down at me and running a calloused thumb across my painted lower lip, the rubber lingerie making soft snapping sounds as i shift and move, his other hand goes to his belt, unbuckles it, i glance over at the camera on the tripod across the room, red record light blinking ontop, the sound of the zipper coming undone makes me whimper....but i love my husband and I'll do ANYTHING to keep him safe... just a little tidbit of info on this as so to add more context and even though it spoils what could be a fun surprise, the husband is totally behind ALL of this, building a case against his wife and her constant 'illicit activities' so as to have grounds to divorce her without having to give her a penny. He married young not thinkingsizecolor he'd ever make anything of himself so when his business took off he realized he'd fucked up, trapping himself in a marriage when he could be a playboy. The heart attack just gave him the opportunity he needed to finally get rid of his mistake. NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW True Love? People will go incredible distances for the ones they love, often doing things that they will regret just to help someone special to them. My boyfriend and i have been together since college, we met at a mixer we both got brought too by friends and ended up in the same corner trying to avoid interaction with everyone else at the party, we hit it off almost immediately and we never looked back. A year ago my boyf- fiancee got into a bad car crash, the driver was drunk and he hit him head on, the drunk was fine of course but my fiancee was not. The Crash left him paralyzed from the waist down, he will live the rest of his life in a wheel chair and despite his insurance, we have so many bills. My fiancee's job let him go today, they gave him some excuse about liability and some legal banter that pretty much meant we're not paying for another cent. Things got grim, we were in alot of debt and i had to be home to take care of him, we had no way to generate enough money but i wouldn't abandon him. I made a decision i regretted but i keep telling myself it's the only way, I made sure my fiancee was comfortable and told him i had to run into town and get some things, despite his accident he's still so happy, he kissed her with so much love before i left i almost couldn't go, i almost broke down and cried. The studio wasn't much of a studio...it was more of an abandoned warehouse with a camera and 2 lights around a ratty bed, it was gross and i again almost left but i kept thinking about the money. Porn is...intense...but....it pays well, i've been able to start putting a dent in our bills slowly but surely. I've started taking on two and three shoots a week, there is apparently quite a demand and not alot of supply for bondage and things of that sort so there is always work. My fiancee has no idea, he doesn't see me naked much anymore what with...well...being paralyzed he doesn't have much of a need for it. That's about the only good thing from all of this..i'm getting laid again, god it hurts me to admit that but i missed it and...well...my co-stars are good at their jobs. It's getting easier every week and i don't feel as bad anymore, infact...i'm starting to look forward to shoots, it's a nice escape from the reality i live in now. I did 2 shoots yesterday back to back and let one of the guys take me out to lunch, i was having so much fun i forgot to drive home and make my fiancee lunch....i miss going out and having fun. I think he knows, he's never asked where i was getting the money from, i told him i got a job as a secretary at a lawfirm downtown and he never questioned it but he's starting to notice i'm cheery when i get home...and exhausted....and i think he noticed some of the bruising. Last night i just couldn't say no and i...went out to a party with some co-workers and...well....had alot of fun...and sex...and i didn't make it home, When i snuck in this morning my fiancee was waiting for me, he was worried sick...his concern annoyed me...everything he does annoys me.... NSFW NSFW NSFW Trouble In Paradise American tourists flock south of the border every year to vacation in the beautiful resorts along the coast of mexico. The tropical locale and friendly resort staff only exaggerate the beauty the country has to offer. The sparkling water, be it in the pools of the resort overlooking the ocean, or the ocean itself. The lush jungles pruned and landscaped into a maze of winding trails full of chittering animals and singing birds of paradise that ring the resort. Zip lines, horse back riding, and tour guided trips to the beautiful pyramids only a few hours away from the resort. The beauty of mexico is so great it is easy for one to forget the fact it is a foreign country where american's are often envied and hated. The beauty of the resort hides the squalor and poverty much of the country exists in. The cartel's constant battles with the mexican government and rampant bribery of local officials making the area's just outside the safety of the resorts dangerous to americans, especially beautiful females. You always hear stories of the cartel snatching beautiful women off the streets and tourists going missing but it's mostly just talk, things like that don't happen all that often, tourism is a major aspect of the economy so the local authorities make it their priority to keep tourists safe. Alive and safe however, are two different things entirely. What happens in mexico, much like vegas, stays in mexico, and any stories told by traumatized tourists are easily deflected to the cartel's. After all, the resorts can't have guests not returning home, they can however claim to know nothing and have no involvement in the actions of local police, after all, bribery and corruption IS a big problem in mexico. When YC and her boyfriend wind up in the local jail after having too much to drink and wandering off the resort. The local police take a liking to the tanned american beauty and decide to exercise their rights as local law enforcement. Placing her and her boyfriend in separate cells, separated only by metal bars, the police give her boyfriend a show as one by one take their turns, using the threat of violence against her boyfriend to keep her in line and compliant as the hours tick by. After all, the first thing they were told when arriving at the resort was to make sure not to wander off the grounds.. Note because i have a fetish for cuckoldry, there is always the option to spin this story where the girlfriend is angry with her boyfriend and so doesn't deny the police their desires, making it a show for her boyfriend as punishment 'Personal' Assistant Not everyone makes the best choices in their youth, some more so than others. When she retired from doing porn at 24, she wanted to put that life behind her and live a normal, decent life with a normal, decent man. Finding a decent man to date a former pornstar is however...a little difficult. Men recognize her everywhere and her looks are nothing short of astounding, making finding a good decent man very difficult as her appearance makes her imposing to...lesser men. After several short and terrible relationships she finally finds the man she's seeking. A normal, down to earth, every day man who appreciates her for her and doesn't see her as the professional bedroom acrobat that every other man does. Finding a job when there is a 6 year gap on your resume because you can't risk putting 'adult actress' on your application is another big issue. After almost 8 months of unemployment, turning down constant calls from her former agent about doing just one more scene, she finally finds a job that she can do with her...limited skill set. Her new boyfriend got her a job at his office, working as the PA for the boss, a good, upstanding man who ran his lawfirm like a captain ran a ship. At any other job she might have been hesitant to be a Personal Assistant for a man, as it might be the most stereotypical workplace romance job in the books, but if any workplace would be well aware of sexual harassment it would be a lawfirm so she eagerly accepted the job. When she quickly realized that her good natured and innocent boyfriend completely misjudged his bosses intentions, as well as how inaccurate her own idea of how a lawyer would view her and petty little things like 'sexual harassment law suits' it was too late. Within the first week her boss was making passes at her, becoming more and more insistant that she have dinner with him, that she stay late and help him with things, that she swing by his house up in the hills in the morning to bring him papers he 'left' at the office. She rebuked his advances at first with the typical eyeroll of a seasoned woman but slowly his offers and requests became more aggressive and demanding until one day it was made VERY clear that not only was her job, but her boyfriends job and future career prospects as an attorney were on the line. With hesitance and reluctance she gave in, hating herself but wanting to do everything she could to keep her boyfriend's career in tact, he loved the idea of being a lawyer and fighting to defend the innocent, it was as close to being a real super hero he could be as he always said. At first she hated it but it was easy for her to slip into the mindset of 'it's just work'. But slowly, against her wishes, her body betrayed her and she started to like it. The physical attractiveness of her very handsome boss as well as the alpha male demeanor began to wear away at her walls of resistance. Going home at night to a 'normal man' didn't give her the same sensation as being bent over a desk, having her pantyhose ripped open, her underwear pushed aside, and her cunt stuffed full of cock. Slowly but surely the excitement she felt at 18 being on camera while a gorilla of a man fucked her until her eyes rolled up into her head returned to her and she began to realize she didn't want a normal man, she wanted a real man, a powerful man, a man who took what he wanted, and she had, and he wanted her.sizecolor Roleplay Night Every relationship gets...stale...it just happens, nothing to be ashamed about, it's just part of being with someone you love for a long time, the trick it keeping your intimacy...hot. A friend of mine who has been married for 4 years longer than me and my wife gave me a little advice when i mentioned that we were reaching that cooling stage in our marriage. He suggested a roleplay night, he explained it that he and his wife have a jar that they keep in their bedroom, they each write down whatever hot, kinky, erotic fantasies they want to live out and they slide them into the jar, once a week they have their night in and they draw 1 random slip of paper from the jar. Whatever comes out is the roleplay they play out, no do-overs. The idea seemed...enticing to me, so i passed the idea on to my wife and she decided, after a bit of hesitation, that it couldn't hurt. Well it didn't hurt, it helped, ALOT, tuesday night is my favorite night of the week now, schoolgirls, nurses, frenchmaids, i've fucked them all, and my wife has gotten every lover from every steamy romance novel on the shelf to the best of my limited abilities. Tonight is gonna be a bit different though, tonight we drew from the jar and one of my wife's fantasies got pulled, i was honestly speechless when i read it and she blushed deeply, apparently my wife has always harbored a hidden fetish for being a dominatrix, and tonight i think it IS going to hurt...ALOT. Stockholm Syndrome She wasn't sure if she was in a building, or if she was below ground. There were no windows so she couldn't tell night from day, no clock on the wall so she had no concept of time. The house was always quiet, no sound from outside, she couldn't hear any cars, people, or animals, she didn't admit it to herself for the first week but she knew for certain now, she was underground. Every day HE would come, as near as she could tell without the use of a clock, he came the same time every day, she thought, she wasn't sure if it was a whole day since the last time he came to see her or 2 days but everytime her stomach started to really grumble, the heavy steel door separating her from freedom would swing open, and he would come in with a bag of take-out or some fresh made food that he had cooked. Everytime he came he was so polite, so kind, just like when she'd met him at the bar that night, he never looked scary...he never got angry. The food was laced, she knew that but she didn't have anything else. Everytime he came with food her stomach growled and her mouth watered but she only wanted to cry knowing he had put those awful drugs in the food, the ones that made her so desperate for release. The first few days were terrible, she was out of her mind with lust, she touched herself until she was raw but she couldn't get it to go away, then it got worse. He said he couldn't have her hurting herself anymore, after eating, he would fasten a chastity belt to her that was very well made, it was for more than looks. Every day he came, she ate, her body betrayed her, and the belt stopped her from being able to satisfy the need. He didn't touch her for a long time, not until she asked him too... He was smart, after locking the door, he put the keys in a safe that had a keypad lock so even if she somehow overpowered or killed him, she would just die down there, slowly. Once she asked him to...touch her... he did, but not immediately, first there was 'training'. He made her suck him off at first, and only that, never getting her own release. He told her she had to learn to serve his needs first, that it was her place, that it was only proper. Every day he came and every day she ate then she knelt at his feet and moaned around his member and she hoped today would be the day he'd take that horrible belt off of her and take away her agony. At first she was a poor actress, when he felt she wasn't putting in the effort, faking moans, or just trying to get done so he would touch 'her', he would push her away, then calmly leave until the next day. She wasn't sure when her acting stopped being acting... Once she had 'been a good girl' long enough, he had removed her belt, but only while he was there, and he never gave her enough. He took her, once, to his satisfaction, then he left, no matter how urgently she begged him for more. Sometimes she finished, most of the time she didn't, that wasn't his concern. After several months she was getting better, she knew when he would be coming just by feel. When the heavy iron door opened, she was waiting on her knees at the door with a smile. When he removed her belt she didn't beg him, she offered herself to him for his use. When he was satisfied, she thanked him for being so good to her, when he left, she waited patiently for him to return. She stopped counting days, she didn't need too, she didn't have anywhere to go, she didn't WANT to go. He no longer locked the keys in the vault, he never locks the door, and she never tries to leave, why would she? she has what she needs. He no longer leaves so quickly, he compliments her when she does good, sometimes the ache between her thighs relents a little if he decides he wants her more than usual that day, she cherishes those days. When he came today, he asked her something that she didn't understand, he had to ask her again and she whimpered because she felt like she had been bad for not understanding the first time. Again she didn't understand the question, he smiled, she smiled, she was happy when he was happy, he told her she was a good girl, took her to the bed, and he filled her three times, it was her fondest memory. what did tell me your name mean anyway? she didn't know, or care, not any more. NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NOTE this story is obviously one long arc, and you may request to start the story at the beginning, or anywhere along her development as suits your interests FantasyScience Fiction Distopia In 2019 a plague that targets the X chromosome breaks out in india, within weeks it spreads across the planet, killing 99 of the female population and 90 of the male population, destroying significant genetic variety in the human race and bringing the population from 7.5 billion down to only 350 million humans on planet earth. By 2021 the scientific community, using the gene manipulation tool 'CRISPR', has perfected gene therapy and successfully bring to term the first genetically modified human. In the fall of 2022, the newly minted 'world government' enacts a preemptive plan in preparation for a potential 2nd outbreak of the virus and enacts a 'state breeding program'. Initial outrage from the diminutive female population is quickly quelled by military intervention, the 'greater good' initiative allows for the imprisonment and detaining of 'hostile protesters', which allows for any female opposed to being registered for breeding to be imprisoned, stripped of their rights, and being bred forcefully. summer of 2023, the first of the 'new generation' is born, 99.95 of all births are female due to the intervention of 'CRISPR'. 2035, the first of the new generation are budding into full womanhood, nearly 14 generations have been bred since the induction of the program. 2038, Realization dawns that the 'new generations' gene's have been heavily modified beyond original parameters. The now age 16-17 year old women lack strong willed emotions, naturally submit to male dominance, seek the attentions of males instinctually, and are far more in line with stereotypical 'male preferred' bodies. 2040, Initial outrage at the unlawful adjustments to the 'new generation' females dissipates as the 2nd and 3rd generations reach physical maturity. 2045, The female gender is fully subservient, obedient, attentive, and entirely faithful. The human population is increasing rapidly, with only females being born. 2047, The World Government passes laws removing female rights aside from basic needs, removing voting, property and business ownership. 2048, Females no longer attend school, no outrage is forthcoming. 2061, The female population now surpasses the male population. 2063, Females are no longer required for breeding, human embryo's are grown in labs. 2065, Females are reclassified as Property, without their need for breeding, they are now just for entertainment and pleasure, Females world wide accept this ruling as natural. pick any date in the log, we can play there, obviously the later in the log the better, duh NSFW Faulty Wiring NO! NO PLEASE! she screamed, struggling on the cold metal table, she was no longer concerned about her naked body or the bright white room, the smell of disinfectant, or the hum and flicker of the fluorescent lights. She was concerned with the half dozen men in black rubber aprons over white lab coats, medical masks over their mouths, and mid arm length rubber gloves, wheeling in metal trays covered in knives, surgical implements, and what looked like a bone saw. She thrashed and flailed as hard as she could but the table had no give and the restraints were only cutting into her wrists. As she squirmed the doctors spoke to each other, the only sign she was there was the fact the doctors spoke louder, having to speak over her cries and screams. Suddenly the crackle of an AP system and a voice we can't afford to keep bringing you subjects doctor, this one better take... The voice had a tone of warning, the man closest on her left turned towards the wall as if there was someone standing there, or behind it, a two way mirror?, and gave the wall a nod before turning back to the doctor across the table from him and giving a nod. The doctor raised a long syringe that made her eyes bulge and redouble her efforts as the man calmly drew a soft orange liquid from a vial and then they were pinning her down. The needle coming towards her, straight towards her eye as one of the men peeled her eyelid wide open and slowly the needle came closer until it pressed into her eye. She sat bolt upright in bed, sweat glistening along her naked body as the light of the city, reflecting off the skyscrapers parallel building shined in through the massive windows. She was panting, trembling, the nightmare, again...every night the nightmare... She turned and saw her husband, sleeping at her side and she smiled, then she let out a soft gasp as the heat filled her. Her body trembled but not from the nightmare, from the desire, it welled up inside her, whenever she thought too hard, whenever she had questions, why was there no pictures of her around the penthouse? why did her husband never let her leave? what was his last name, what was hers? these questions occasionally filled her mind but whenever they did, they were replaced by a more pressing concern, why she was thinking instead of serving. NSFW NSFW Femdom Miss you 3 My girlfr- Ex-girlfriend has been in europe for almost 3 months now, she'll be home next week. She left at the beginning of the summer and the day before she left we...had a big fight.. I didn't feel comfortable with her going away for 3 months without me, it wasn't that i didn't trust her it's just...well...she's super hot...and european guys...well you know where my brain went. Regardless we fought, and it got heated, she didn't like that i was insinuating she would cheat on me, which i totally wasn't! i was just worried about the kind of guys she'd run in too. She broke up with me at the airport, she was angry, furious actually, she had always had a temper, our friends always joked about it to me, made all the usual jokes, ball and chain, that i was whipped, that she wore the pants, i guess it was kinda true, we always did what she wanted, but i didn't mind, i loved her. She text me after she landed, the text woke me up in the early morning but i remember seeing the text from her and scrambling for my phone, hoping she would be sorry and i would tell her i was sorry and everything would be ok. Instead the text was a picture, a picture of her and some chiseled guy at the airport, he had his arm around her waist and his hand was gripping her ass, she held her phone at arms length and was taking the selfie of the both of them, she was smiling, he was giving a thumbs up, below the picture it simply said. We're going back to his place 3 get on skype and watch if you want me back. I stared at the text, my heart in my stomach, i wanted to vomit, but i got up, went to my computer in the dark, turned it on and no sooner had my skype opened than i got a video call from my girlfriend, I hit 'accept'. Now all i get from her are texts to get on skype, all hours of the day and night, almost every day. She wants me to watch it so i know it's happening because i didn't trust her, she says if i watch every time then when she gets home we'll talk...i want her back...but every time my phone buzzes i want to be sick....but i keep hitting 'accept'. NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW 3rd Wheel Everybody knows at least one person who is in one of 'those' relationships. Where there's more than just the 2 in the relationship. It's always the guy right? the guy who con's his loving girlfriend into letting him bring another woman into their bed, then into their relationship, it never lasts but for a while that guy is the talk of all his friends, Well that guy is me....and let me tell you...it's not all you think it is. Me and my girlfriend started dating just before senior year and we were so happy, we've been together now for almost 5 years and everything was fine..until my girlfriend developed a little...crush on a friend of hers from work. As a guy i of course was more than willing to accept my girlfriend's bi-curious appetite and her request to bring her friend home one night, she was gorgeous. It was clear early on she wasn't all that into me, she seemed to tolerate me to be with my girlfriend, technically OUR girlfriend now. I wasn't super worried or upset, she and i got along in a polite, professional manner and my girlfriend adored her so i was willing to stand by and let her be happy. I didn't notice soon enough, or maybe i did and didn't really believe it but, it became very apparent very quickly that I was becoming the outsider in out 3-sum. I couldn't believe it and i wasn't willing to give up on my girlfriend of 5 years so easily, she would move past her phase as i always assumed she would, get it out of her system and move on, unfortunately it seemed she WAS moving on, just not from HER. I have nobody to blame but myself for this, i didn't want to believe my girlfriend would pick HER over me but it was happening. SHE was so very...extreme, into all sorts of hardcore stuff that i never thought my girlfriend was. As i was pushed out by HER i begged my girlfriend, told her i didn't want us to end, she seemed....unmoved...it was like she wasn't even looking at me anymore, like she was looking at some annoying insect buzzing around her she couldn't shoo away. In the end my girlfriend told me i could stay but she had conditions...conditions i agreed too in order to try and salvage my relationship...conditions I know SHE put into my girlfriends head, i just wish my girlfriend acted like she enjoyed it a little less.... NSFW NSFW NSFW Not Well I am NOT CRAZY!!!!, This place is all a lie! everything here is a lie, the building, the doctors, the fucking nurses!, it's all a hoax!. I can't take this much longer, i don't even know how long it's been since the accident.... The SUV's tires screeching, me looking up from my phone, headphones blaring yet still not loud enough to drown out the screech of the tires, the blaring car horn, and the scream of the woman down the sidewalk as the Vehicle struck me. When i woke up it was in a hospital room, the soft beeping of a heart monitor next to my head the only sound and the sight of my mom sleeping in the chair next to me. The doctors said i'd been struck broadside and was thrown through a storefront window, i was lucky to be alive. My hip had been shattered, but it was already replaced, i'd been in a coma for 3 months and all my injuries were healed, i just needed to rehab my atrophied muscles and i could go. That's when it all got bad... I shouldn't have told my mom it was okay to go home, she had barely been sleeping, i told her to go home and get some rest and so there was nobody around when the beautiful nurse who'd been in my room when i awoke slipped inside my room and had given me some 'medicine', my muscles were weak, i could barely move, not that i wanted to stop her, the drug she gave me made me harder than Chinese algebra and she'd climbed up onto my hospital bed, hiked up her uniform, and rode me until i came, which after 3 months asleep didn't take long, then she did it again, and again, it was so hot... 2 days later my mother was standing next to my bed with the doctor as the doctor explained calmly to my nearly tearful mother that the injury to my brain hadn't been detectable while i slept but now it was clear i had suffered brain damage, i sat there arguing that i was fine but the doctor ignored me and my mother, always the believer in modern medicine, ignored me as well. I was transferred 3 hours away to a facility upstate that was 'equipped' to treat me. That was 4 months ago, when i arrived, the same nurse who had slipped into my room that first night was there to greet me, i was happy to see her to say the least, but i didn't understand why she was here, not at first. I don't know how it all works, if the doctor at the hospital works for her, or if there's people higher up i've never seen, but the day staff seems oblivious, and i'm 'brain damaged' so they don't believe a thing i say. They don't believe me when i tell them the overnight nurses do horrible things to the patients...and the beautiful nurse from that first night, the head nurse, she seems to be the one helping keep it all quiet. Every night i can hear the screams of other patients...i don't know if the girls get it too...the men and women are separated by wings on opposite sides of the building, but every night the screams....there's only so many nurses...and so..so many patients...but every few nights it's my turn....some are openly sadistic, taking amusement putting things...in places...calling it 'treatment'.....calling me names...laughing watching me squirm and fight in my restraints, my muscles still haven't rehabbed...i'm so weak....Sometimes there's more than one, i seem to be popular among the nurses...god i wish i wasn't. When they come to my room i'm used and abused so many ways...some ways i would have loved before all this...if it was my choice...but for every pleasure..there's so much....violation.......i...i just wanna go home..... Pharmacy America is pretty much the example of how the pharma industry should NOT be run. Advertising on television, very narrow and easily hurdled guidelines as to what can and cannot be given to the public, short testing periods to determine side effects, and a staggeringly low bar for how effective a drug needs to be at helping what it's prescribed for along with the lubrication of money changing hands whenever a new drug gets flagged as possibly dangerous making the only reason a new drug doesn't make it to distribution is when it has a terrifyingly bad side effect.... The pill bottle rattled softly in her shoulder bag as she made her way up the stairs to the apartment building. The hum of the taxi pulling away down the street the only sound besides the 'click click click' of her heels on the stone steps as she ascended to the door and pressed the buzzer for his apartment. After nearly 10 seconds, more than enough time for him to check the camera and see it was her, the speaker box finally chirped and her ex-boyfriends voice crackled in the night air. stop calling me doesn't mean come on by instead. She smiled, he was still angry at her, she could understand, but still, if he would just open the door and let her in he would see. She had fucked around on him a little....ok alot....ok, the village bicycle didn't really do her justice, but she couldn't believe he had broken up with her, with HER!?, did he understand what he was giving up? i mean look at her?!. She told him she wanted to talk, to apologize, she wouldn't try to make a move on him or persuade him in any way drugs didn't count, right? . After a dozen promises to leave once she had said her peace he finally relented and with the soft humm the door unlocked and she made her way upstairs. The animal tests had gone perfectly fine, not that they could actually study if rats and rabbits experienced any anxiety relief, not that being a rat or rabbit gave you much to be anxious about, but the animals had all been perfectly healthy at the end of the 3rd round of animal testing, the drug was safe and they were moving to human testing. In rare, VERY rare circumstances, human physiology reacts different than animal biology in unpredictable ways. The first wave of human testing was as far as testing got, the subjects all took the drug and then went home, scheduled to return in the morning and report how they had felt, the women, for the sake of clarity, reported wonderful decreases in anxiety and stress, the men however..well...it was on the news. Something in the drug designed to decrease anxiety reacted aggressively in the male subjects, while no issue was apparent immediately, once the subjects arrived home and were in close proximity to their wives..girlfriends..........daughters....the side affect that had not shown in animals, or human females appeared. The clinical term for the side affect the men experienced is Acute Sexual Aggression...which for the uninitiated means....they fucked every female they saw, violently, and for hours, needless to say...the drug never made it to market. She gave him her best 'i'll be good' smile, which was surprisingly close to her 'bend me over and do WHATEVER you want' smile, but that's not important. He was nervous, he was hurt, he was clearly still madly in love with her and quite torn up over it. She suggested a drink, he was more than happy to go and fix them both one, while he was gone she fished the unlabeled pill bottle out of her purse that the orderly she had brought home last night had gotten for her that morning. When he returned with their drinks, she had 2 pills palmed in her hand, when she asked him for ice in hers and he left to fill it, she dropped the 2 pills into his drink 'plunk!'. He was a bit of a bitch about it, but he'd come around, one way or another.... NSFW NSFW NSFW NSFW Fuck Therapy Fuck therapy, that's right you heard me, i said fuck therapy, If i hadn't listened to my girl and gone to therapy none of this would have happened, i wouldn't be sitting in this chair watching some no neck submissive bitch of a man fuck the living shit out of my girlfriend while this crazy femi-nazi bitch sits here smiling at me like a cat who's cornered a mouse but doesn't want to kill it yet cause...where's the fun in that?. Me and my girl had been dating for a while, i don't know how long, she cares more about that sort of stuff than i do, a few years i guess, let's see we've had our anniversary...1...2 ah it doesn't matter. I knocked out 1 too many guys for talking to my girlfriend in bars and she had had enough of it. She wanted to break up, cried, screamed, threw some stuff, she threatened to walk out right then and there if i didn't get my shit straightened out and stop acting like a macho prick, and of course, i agreed, anything to keep my girl around. 2 weeks later my girl comes home and slaps a brochure onto the countertop for some big name shrink lady, i take a look at the brochure and there's a picture of this lady on the cover, horn rimmed glasses, hair up in a bun with a pen through it, suit jacket and pencil skirt, she looks like a bitch right off the bat, one of those i know what your problem is and i'll tell you all about it types. I pretty much said no, and my girl pretty much screamed and cried and said she was going to leave until i eventually said yes. 2 weeks later we're sitting in the bitches waiting room and after nearly an hour wait, a large handsome man steps out from the office and tells us we can come inside. He leads us through this fancy office space full of cubicles and offices that don't look like they have anybody in them. He leads us into the room at the back of the office and tells to go inside. My girl and i walk in and the woman looks EXACTLY like she did on the brochure, i think it's the same suit honestly. We sit, she introduces herself, she and my girl talk about what 'MY' problems are, they don't even acknowledge me for the first 10 minutes until the bitch turns to me and tells me she has an idea, but i have to agree to being hypnotized. After saying 'fuck yourself' to the shrink then getting berated by my girl for 5 minutes i finally agreed to let her hypnotize me, not like that crap even works anyways, so i sat down in this big arms chair and she pulled out a golden pocket watch straight out of the movies and she tries to hypnotize me. Well sure as shit it worked, apparently, i'm not sure how long i was out but i was suddenly aware time had passed though it didn't feel like it to me. The tip off was the fact that suddenly the furniture had moved, the couches were pushed back to the walls, the coffee table was gone, and the chair i was sitting in was up against the far wall. The second thing i noticed, which you'll be surprised to know i noticed after the furniture had moved, was my girlfriend standing in the middle of the room looking at me, in a shiny, black, dominatrix anime looking dress and she looks sad. The third thing i noticed was that guy from the front desk, now naked, standing to the side, and the woman, sitting in a chair to the side, looking thoughtfully at me with a clipboard in her hand. hey what the fuck is going o- i burst out, standing up as i shout but my girlfriends words cut through the air like a knife and i freeze. stop. I looked at her, but just with my eyes, i can't move!, my girlfriend looks sad now, but not sad like shes gotten broken up with, sad like shes about to punish her puppy. I roll my eyes over to the shrink and shes smiling, the bitch. see, he is perfectly under your control, any command you give, he will obey, now, show him. My eyes return to my girlfriend, i try to ask why i can't move but a part of my brain knows, i'm still hypnotized. My girlfriend looks at me and sighs. baby i'm sorry but this was the only way, you need to see that you can't treat me like you own me and..doctor kiffler says this is what i should do when you act up..to show you that you don't own me....that you have to be respectful..or else. With that my girlfriend became suddenly very...erotic, it's hard to explain, her demeanor just changed and she turned her seductive eyes towards the naked man, god dam him for being handsome and ripped. come here she said to the man, who obeyed immediately and robotically, i'm betting i'm not the only guy under hypnosis in this place, that fucking bitch. sit down baby and watch..this is for your own good my girlfriend says and i sit, i hate it but i sit, and i watch as the man walks over to her, she runs her gloved, shiny hands down his chest and she sinks to her knees as she does... NSFW NOT-so fond farewells. MC and YC are a mid 20's couple who have been together since highschool and despite some bumps in the road they have managed to make it through the years happy and faithful to each other. Mc has been thinking about it alot lately and even though they fight alot, they always make up, maybe she is a bit pushy, and her career as a dancer isn't great for marriage material, maybe he should stand up for himself a bit more sometimes like his friends say but still, he loves her and he knows she loves him, and this weekend he's going to take the leap, he's going to ask her to marry him. He had planned to propose to her the coming weekend but she had had to go out of town to work a gig and so he didn't get his chance but he will ask her the next time they have date night. He blows out the candles when she doesn't come home, she's really late tonight and he text her 2 hours ago and she only just text him back telling him she picked up an extra shift and wouldn't be home until the morning and for him not to wait up. Weeks go by and the ring is getting heavy in his coat pocket, he wants to ask her but the chance never seems right but finally there's light at the end of the tunnel!, she made plans for him to come over to her apartment this Wednesday, she says she has a hell of a surprise for him, he can't wait, and he will propose to her for sure this time. Tears roll down his cheeks, his hands clench into fists and he bites his lip to keep from screaming, The padded restraints don't hurt but he wish they did, anything to distract him. She hasn't been faithful like he has, he's been so stupid, it was so obvious why she always worked late, went out of town, cancelled plans, she hasn't been faithful, not for a long time. He wants to run from the apartment and never speak to her again, to get as far away from her as possible, but he can't. He can't leave because he let her tie him down, she's into that and he had no reason to think otherwise... he can't ignore her because she's riding him, fucking his brains out and he can't stop her, laughing as she tells him every thing about every time she slept around and every man she's been with.... he can't forget because her new boyfriends in the corner with a video camera, recording it all as she laughs and laughs, moans and laughs.... Last edited Nov 18, 2018