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Schoolgirls Aren't That Submissive

by SPARTAN047 on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

On request by an anonymous Literotica reader. This feedback was sent by: Anonymous Comments: I really enjoy your stories, you put in one of your stories that a boy was being dommed by a dark elf in school. When ever you get a chance can you make story going into more detail about that? A monster girl school would be really amazing. Fetishes: footjob, ma...

The Teacher's Pet Ch. 06

by OneAuthor on Sep 24, 2019
Fetish

Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Monday, January 26 Once I was finished in the bathroom this morning, I stood before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I wanted to ensure my ensemble was well matched, and my makeup was perfect, and there...

Sweaty Shoe Fun at the Gym

by cowboy109 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

The bottle hit the floor. The thick brown glass bottom gave an especially dark and heavy thud. I love that sound. It's the sound of familiarity, of being home, of not being shot at. The empty bottle spun in a circle as if to taunt me to play a game of truth or dare with myself. The TV had suddenly switched from late night re-runs of Columbo to a morning talk...

Used By My Boss

by fetishstories07 on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

I'm Nick and this is my story of how not to behave with your hot boss. There are consequences, especially if she enjoys femdom. I had recently started work in a cinema, one of the big chain brands. It was a smaller outlet though with just five or six halls and only needed about five staff at any one time. Over the years the threat of closure had loomed and...

Deconstructing the Professor

by silkstockingslover on Oct 8, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...

The Teacher's Pet Ch. 08

by OneAuthor on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Friday, January 30 After drinking the last drop of coffee from my mug, I set it down and sighed with contentment. As had been the case each morning of this week, I was looking forward to the coming day. I would...

Waiting For It

by MarthaD on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

It was an ordinary day except for the fact that it was only mid-morning and I was aching for a good hard orgasm. My husband had been out of town for a few days and before that had been my time of the month. It had been a good 10 days since we had a nice rousing session where all the right buttons were pushed and an amazing gasping, moaning, climax was ripped...

My First Submissive

by MistressMtoyou on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

You may call me MistressM. Simply Mistress or Ma'am will do as well. At least you may call me that when I ask you to speak, which won't be often, unless I want to hear you beg. Let me explain so your small one-track man-brain can understand. I have a hobby that I very much enjoy -- it's dominating men like you. I've long known, as most attractive women do,...

Banking Privately

by Arkrhu on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Elizabeth looked up at the large building that occupied the the corner lot of Tyson and Millbury St. The building was of early modern design with large masonry walls. A large arch in the main facade dominated the view and was filled with opaque windows framed in iron bars. It looked solid, masculine and professional. It had the dominating and powerful feel o...

Relishing

by thedeathecchi on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

She cowered in the corner of the room, straining against the ropes that bound her hands behind her back and her ankles together. The chiffon and lace of the gown she'd been forced into rubbed against her plump thighs, the soft sounds of the material echoing in the empty chamber. Her tongue brushed against the red rubber ball in her mouth, the leather strap k...