Disgrace Stories

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A Sick Night Out

by theregoesmyhead on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

One Saturday afternoon, I am told that I am going to disgrace myself. Ma'am tells me that we will be going out together that evening. As usual for our evening soirees in public, I have my identity stolen. The ritual begins: my body is waxed, my cock is locked away to prevent any unsightly bulges from appearing, I am dressed in lightly coloured and figure hug...

The Foundation Ch. 08

by FP37 on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

8 A Palpable Hit The lighting faded as a spotlight appeared at the far end of the room. Rosemary Kingdom stepped into the glare. "Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Mr and Mrs Hummings and Hummings Enterprises, I hope that you are enjoying your evening here with us in Highview Mansion. We would like to end the formal part of the evening with a display fro...

Mei Ling Pt. 02

by bound2burst on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

When Mei Ling was unexpected visited by her master, the mandarin Tsu Ma, she was concerned to see her master so troubled. "Forgive my intrusion," she asked, "but what has occurred that has cause you so much distress." For a concubine to ask such a question was to act far above her status, but she adored Tsu Ma, who had always been so kind and generous to he...

Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 08

by Sputnik57 on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...

Nights of Alsitor; Podritia's Pass

by Synovex on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The wind howled outside, barely swaying the lanterns hanging within the closed bivouac. Soft light played off the glyphs woven into the tent walls, and the somber faces of the two meeting parties. Captain Tsharles, a rocky-jawed bear of a man with olive skin and wavy amber hair, sat on a footstool two steps away from the intricately-knitted wicker bench supp...

Flames of Necessity Pt. 02

by Sputnik57 on Feb 13, 2018
BDSM

Horace had awoken erect, his mind flooded with the teasing expectancy of the severities of submission he'd face while there, Gerda's expensive scent having a command and authority all of its own as he sniffed in the semi-darkness. His erection was maintained as he was dressed by two sultry but vigorously authoritative women, who took a perverse pleasure in b...

The Pledge Mistress Ch. 35

by caligula97236 on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 35 -- Heather's window of opportunity While Tracy was absent dealing with the affairs of the newest resident of the Four-Beta house, Lisa found out the hard way what it was like not to be under her protection. Sergeant-at-Arms Heather perceived a small window of opportunity to force Lisa to quit the sorority, and had every intention of pursuing it....

Maryse's Love of Big Fat Ass Ch. 04

by MTL17 on Oct 5, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Toni Storm had just successfully defended her NXT UK Women's Championship, and was feeling very proud of herself. All of her dreams were coming true. Sure, she wasn't on the...

Teen Tomboy tamed

by the-real-evil-genius on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

I rolled my eyes as my parents dropped me off in front of the green house. I made my way pass the white picket fence and up to the door, knocking. I barely gave the massive man a glance as he let me in. My short blonde hair hangs in my blue eyes. As I size up the towering bear of a man. The threat of military school if this doesn't work hangs over me like th...

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Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 07

by Sputnik57 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. A...