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JUNE SUN

by Guromancer on Jan 26, 2021
Fantasy

The sun was now rising. June stretched her arms and woke, standing from the tree she leaned her back on. She usually took several naps during the day and sometimes at night, while her favorite friend, Helaman, was very much a morning person who usually slept several straight hours at night, but still slumbered this morning. Unlike June, he kept afloat. That'...

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Bare Tommy

by jane marwood on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

This is story of extreme Femdom. Unless you are one of those (grown up) little boys that like, or think they would like, their bottoms to be severely strapped or caned, then this story is not for you! In fact it was written for one grown up little boy, who sincerely deserved this kind of treatment. It has no redeeming features or content. I sincerely sugges...

The Smell of Her Persian Love Hole

by Subtext on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

I'm not sure if this experience started my Femdom fixation but it certainly did bring it to fruition! When I was eighteen I stayed with an Iranian neighbor of ours while my parents went on a cruise. According to everyone they were good Muslims since the wife was always covered when she left the house. Therefore, my mother thought I was being left in a good r...

DOATEC Revivified

by SPARTAN047 on Mar 5, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Fetishes: big breasts, ass worship, ass licking, foot worship, foot fetish, femdom, maledom, doggystyle, titty fucking, titjob, handjob, blowjob, threesome, MMF, rough sex, strippers Tags: Dead or Alive, Helena Douglas, Lisa Hamilton, Marie Rose, businessmen, DOATEC This story was written on suggestion by another online user with some of the details which...

Letter from Mount Chapel

by justincbenedict on Aug 20, 2018
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom, I got into the sweetest deal. I agreed to play femdom games with my geeky male roommate. He owns the house and was renting me one of the rooms, and like so many nerds, he has the hots for us tattooed, embroidered jeans types, I guess. Oscar is the sweetest guy, you know the kind. Comes to try and ask you out when you're smoking in the sch...

Dinner Date with Mommy Pt. 03

by SissyStoryTime on Nov 20, 2018
Transgender & Crossdressers

Part 3 is going to go a little off track from the previous two parts. I've been asked numerous times for more backstory on Sophie and Amanda, so we're going to go back in time to the day after the events of Meeting Mommy to see how their relationship really began to evolve into the kafkaesque clusterfuck of sexual depravity you're all so fond of. This story...

Ensler's Last Stand

by justincbenedict on Aug 21, 2019
BDSM

"The most important thing is, Ensler has to stop calling you Reggi." Spruce smiled winsomely and casually tossed her mane of copper curls. "But that's my name, right?" Reggi looked at Ensler confusedly. Ensler was feeling tense and a little weird. He had wanted his timorous little blonde wife to become a dominant, and he supposed he had fantasized about a...

Sin of Vanity Ch. 01

by Belongs2Beth on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Author's Note: This story continues the story of Vance, Marcia's friend introduced in "Marcia Goes Back to School". I have made an effort to make sure that this chaptered story can be read as a stand-alone or as an episode in a continuing series of stories set in the fictional town of Torquay, Connecticut. Readers of my earlier works will be familiar with Mi...

Staffing the Mailroom

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"Polly, we have a candidate for the mailroom, darling." Pierson Albemarle Upshur IV was distressed. Certainly he went by "Polly" at home when Brie had him in his garter belt and stockings, but at work he was supposed to be a name partner and be called "Piers" if not "Mister Upshur" It was distressing enough that Piers was leaving the firm that his father "...

Letter from Vines Village

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...