Submission
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Submission to a Slut (F/FM fdom spank oral)
I knew that there was something on Shayla's mind when we went out to
dinner that weekend. Two glasses of wine later, she began to tell me
what she had been thinking about. I knew that she had been backing
off from her dominance in our relationship, and she admitted it when I
pressed her to talk.
"I know it's lost the spark for you too," she said. "It's not that I
don't enjoy the physical part of it - I love to give you a good
paddling or strapping, or a caning, and the sex afterward is
magnificent. It's not a physical thing I'm after - I need some kind
of mental approach that will let me really get into it again. I was
out of ideas."
"Until...?" I questioned.
She smiled. "You're still extremely perceptive." She paused, then
continued. "I confided in Elisa. She suggested that we set up some
sessions with a friend of hers who's into dominance and submission.
She wouldn't tell me much, except that her friend Kristy would be
dominant to both of us in the same session. She mentioned something
about role reversal and letting go of established patterns."
"What else did she say?"
"Nothing else really, except that she thinks it's just what we need.
I'm going to go through with it. Will you commit to going?"
I was nervous, although the thought of seeing another woman dominate
Shayla excited me. I told her that I would.
It took Shayla several days to work up the nerve to call Kristy. At
the end of their conversation she was in better spirits, and said that
she already felt a rapport with her. She had scheduled our
appointment for the following afternoon.
We arrived at Kristy's house a few minutes early. Kristy was a blonde
woman in her mid thirties, on the petite side, soft spoken, and a
bright smile. This was in contrast to Shayla, a tall slender blonde
in her late twenties.
"I have the session pretty much planned out," Kristy said after a few
moments of light conversation. "I'd like you to meet my slut, Nancy.
She will help with the session." She called out, and we were treated
to the first surprise of our visit. A completely naked young woman
appeared. Her dark brown hair nicely framed her pleasant face, and I
could not avoid becoming aroused looking at her slender body. Her
pubic hair, which she did not shave, was an asset to her appearance.
"Nancy, I want you to take them to the session room and have them wait
for me there."
"Please follow me," Nancy politely said in a pleasant voice.
A moment later we were in a large room which was outfitted with
ceiling hooks, examination tables, a small bed, and some comfortable
chairs.
"Please remove all clothing," Nancy directed, and stood quietly while
we complied. She took our clothes into another room, returned, and
stood while we waited for Kristy. I felt my erection alternately
hardening and subsiding in the moments we waited.
We heard a click, and Kristy walked in. She had shed her clothes
except for her red high-heeled shoes. With an engaging smile, she
seated herself and remarked that she was going to have a pleasurable
afternoon.
"Nancy, my slut," she said, "come pleasure me."
Kristy spread her knees and exposed her light blonde pubic bush.
Nancy knelt before her and gingerly approached her mistress'
womanhood. Quietly at first, then with increasingly noticeable
slurping sounds, Nancy applied herself to pleasuring Kristy.
Kristy obviously enjoyed Nancy's attentions, and I felt my erection
firmly protrude. In a matter of a few moments Kristy climaxed, and
Nancy withdrew her mouth.
"Oh, that was good!" Kristy announced. "Well, let's get down to
business here with our guests." She got up and fetched a whippy
rattan school cane.
"Rick, come over here in the middle of the room... Okay, now, I want
you to bend over at the waist. Yes, now stay like that." Then she
handed the cane to Nancy.
"Nancy, my little slut, I want you to give him a caning."
This was rather humiliating to me. I was going to be caned, not by
Kristy, but by HER slut. Nancy whipped the first stroke of the cane
efficiently across both sides of my bare bottom. I flinched. The
second striation was so hot I had to wiggle. Every subsequent stroke
evoked an exclamation from me. It seemed that she whipped harder as
the caning progressed, and by the time she stopped and my bottom was
well striated I was squirming uncontrollably.
"Very good, my slut. Now bind him."
Nancy bond my wrists together and had me stand with my arms above my
head, whereupon she bound my hands above me with a rope threaded
through a sturdy ring in the ceiling.
Kristy came over to me and stood to my side, facing the same direction
as I. While standing there her slender fingers grasped my hardening
erection and slowly and continuously felt and palpated it.
"I'm sure Shayla's feeling left out," Kristy quipped. "Let's get her
involved. Nancy, my little slut, I want you to give her a good
caning. Get her in position, but don't start until I tell you."
Nancy smiled and grasped Shayla's hand and led her to the center of
the room. "Please bend over," she sweetly instructed, and Shayla
complied. She picked up the whippy rattan cane and stood in position.
Kristy asked Shayla some questions while she maintained her grasp on
my now hard erection.
"Shayla, have you been caned before?"
"Uh, no ma'am!"
"Hmmmm - but you've used one?"
"Yes ma'am," she replied in a shaky voice while bent over at the
waist.
"Have you gotten the paddle or strap before, then?"
"Uh, not for a long time."
"I see. So this will be a new experience for you. When you give a
caning, what do you do when he doesn't stay in position?"
"I - I give him extra."
"How many extra?"
"Uh, three or four."
Shayla's voice had a tremor to it now.
"I think it would be good if you stayed in position for this caning,
don't you?"
"Yes ma'am..." Shayla was clearly apprehensive about what was
forthcoming.
"Nancy, my slut, please administer!"
Shayla countenanced an expression of resolve as she prepared for her
first caning. Nancy took careful aim, drew the cane back, and whipped
it forward. The stroke settled exactly in the center of her bottom,
with the far end of the cane curling slightly around to strike the
tender skin on the side of the buttocks.
"Aaaaah! Owww!" she shouted, and squirmed.
Whipppp!
"OH! OW!"
Whipppp!
"Aaaah-mmmmmmmfff!" Still bent over, she kicked her legs several
times.
As the caning progressed, Shayla shouted, kicked, and squirmed
mightily. Then she suddenly bolted upright.
Kristy was the first to speak. "You're going to get a dozen more
strokes for that, dear. But first, I want you to come pleasure me."
She seated herself and spread her legs.
Shayla stood there, her hands on her freshly caned posterior.
"Come on, dear," Kristy said, pointing to her sloppily wet pubic bush
which Nancy had serviced recently. "Kneel down over here and get your
mouth working!"
Shayla, the woman who found it easy to be dominant to me, knelt
between Kristy's legs and slowly approached her pussy with her mouth.
After a few gentle kisses, Kristy grasped Shayla's head with both
hands and pulled her in.
"Come on, suck this pussy like you mean it!"
Nancy smiled at Shayla's reluctance. Over the next several minutes,
Kristy gave further instruction and finally climaxed under Shayla's
attentions.
"Okay, that's enough. Now go and bend over for the rest of your
caning. More. I want that head way down... Okay, Nancy slut, go
around in front and hold her in place. I'm going to administer to
her."
Nancy stood so that Shayla's head was between her naked legs and held
on. Kristy picked up the cane, lightly tapped it several times on the
bent-over female's bottom, and then whipped it.
"Aaaah! OWWW!"
Shayla squirmed, and Nancy's hips moved.
Whipppp!
"OH! OWW! OH!"
Kristy pressed her lips together and gave four more strokes while
Shayla cried out and writhed. Then she told Nancy to let her up for a
moment.
"You have six more strokes coming," Kristy announced while whipping
the cane through the air. "You can either bend over and take them, or
you can orally service my little slut. Which would you rather do?"
Shayla clearly did not want any more of the cane, and agreed to
service Nancy, whereupon Kristy directed that Shayla be bound lying
face up on the examination table.
Nancy smiled as she tied Shayla's arms spread apart, bound her ankles
to the corners of the table, and climbed up on top of her. Her pubic
hair glistened from her arousal. She carefully straddled Shayla's
mouth. My bound girlfriend, gently at first, worked on Nancy's pussy.
Nancy clearly enjoyed every second of Shayla's attention, and over
the next ten minutes, enjoyed two raucous climaxes. Then she climbed
off the table, leaving a shiny glaze on Shayla's face.
"That wasn't bad, my slut. Now, I want to show them how to properly
take a caning. Bend over at the waist and I will demonstrate."
Nancy's expression turned somber as she presented herself for the
cane. As Kristy prepared to administer, Nancy pressed her lips
together in an expression of firm resolve.
"Put your feet further apart," Kristy directed. "Now get your knees
together... Good. Point your toes in."
Nancy was sexily positioned bent over in a pigeon-toed stance.
Whippp!
The first stroke striated horizontally across both nether cheeks.
Nancy opened her mouth but didn't make a sound.
Whippp!
She grimaced.
Whippp!
A hoarse whisper came out: "Ahhh!"
Whippp! Whippp! Whippp!
Nancy's choked voice reflected her plight. "Oh! Ah! OHH!"
Kristy continued the severe caning. Nancy punctuated the atmosphere
with increasingly strident shouts.
The most amazing and erotic aspect of the caning was that Nancy did
not wiggle, squirm, or kick. She kept her bent-over bared bottom
exactly in the same place for her mistress. The caning continued far
beyond what I had experienced. And the bent-over girl stayed
perfectly in position.
Of course, I had no control over my reaction to this scene. My member
stuck out prominently and ached for relief.
Kristy at long last stopped and placed the cane down. "You may stand
up now."
Nancy heaved a big sigh, stood up, and quietly placed her hands in
front of her, fighting the almost irresistible urge to reach back and
place her hands over her well striated bottom.
Kristy's eyes homed in on my throbbing erect member. "It appears that
we have been neglecting the male contingent here," she said. "Nancy,
my little slut, I want you to get on your knees in front of Rick and
take him in your mouth."
My cock stiffened even more when Nancy knelt and approached my
midsection with her sensuous mouth. She must have known that it would
not take a lot of stimulation to make me ejaculate, so she very gently
and slowly worked on me when she took me in. Her beautiful lips
sensuously caressed my erection. She occasionally paused, with me
inside her mouth, and directed her gaze into my eyes. Her mouth
formed a perfect "O" around my hard cock.
I wanted to ram my impatient cock into Nancy's mouth, but she knew how
to subtly prevent that. Her hands firmly grasped my hips and held
them in place while she very slowly tantalized me with her delectable
mouth. Every time I thought she was going to let me proceed to
ejaculation, she backed off and waited until the urgency subsided.
I was bound in frustrated subservience to Kristy's slut! She had the
upper hand. Of course, she was carrying out Kristy's wishes. After
several trips to the brink of ejaculation and back down, Nancy slowly
sucked and slurped on my cock while fingering my testicles, and
continued until I blasted forth with a wrenching orgasm. The women
watched as I spurted and spurted into Nancy's delectable mouth.
After a few moments, Nancy slid her mouth off my pole, and did
something that still arouses me to recall - she had not swallowed my
semen, and she went to where Shayla was bound, and kissed her firmly
on the mouth. With Nancy's hands holding Shayla's head, and their
lips locked together, she pushed the "snowball" as it's called, into
my bound girlfriend's mouth.
Shayla reacted with sounds of, "mmmf! mmm! hmmmmmf! hmmmm-mmmm!"
Nancy kept her lips pressed on Shayla's, and ensured that she got
every bit of what I had spurted. After Nancy gave Shayla all the
goods, she let their lips separate for a couple of seconds. Then,
with puckered lips, she kissed Shayla several more times.
A week later, Shayla applied what she had learned and observed at
Kristy's. I was bent over across her desk. I had orally serviced her
to orgasm a few minutes before. Her sweet glaze was on my lips and
face.
"Try hard not to move, Rick," she instructed as she took her position
with the straight handled rattan cane. She was no doubt recalling the
image of Nancy's discipline when the girl kept perfectly still during
a severe caning.
Whippp! "Aaaaugh!"
Whippp! "OHH!"
Whippp! Whippp! "OH! OH! AHH!"
Whipp! Whippp! Whippp! "OOH! Shayla! OHH!"
I twisted to the left to escape the intense sensation of the cane.
"Three extra! Get back and don't move!"
Whippp! Whippp! Whippp! "Oh God, Shayla! OH! OWWW!"
Whippp! Whippp! "OW! OH!"
"Here's your three extra now... Keep very still."
She delivered the penalty strokes with more force, and paused longer
between them.
Whipppp! "AHHHHH!" I applied all my resolve to stay in place and not
squirm.
Whipppp! "OH! OOH! OW!" Every fiber in my body wanted to kick and
squirm.
Whippp! "OH! AHH!" I twisted ever so slightly.
"No! One more for squirming!"
Whipppp! "AHHHH!" I made a supreme effort to keep in place for that
one.
After a moment Shayla led me to the bedroom and had me orally service
her to orgasm once again. She was intensely aroused from
administering the caning and having me stay completely still. Her
enthusiastic moans and the way she bucked her hips when the waves of
orgasm overtook her made the caning worth it.
Then I lay face up on the bed while she nursed my cock to a raging
erect state, and then slowly and leisurely stimulated me until I
erupted in her mouth. I sensed what she was up to... With the wad of
semen in her mouth, she pressed her lips on mine, emulating what Nancy
had done to her, and propelled the ejaculate into my mouth. She
locked her mouth on mine, until she was satisfied that I had taken
every drop.
Shayla has since repeated this scenario, raising the stakes frequently
so that I have to take a more severe caning without twisting,
squirming, or kicking. I also have to take the penalty discipline
without moving, and that is really difficult! The session always ends
with her BJ'ing me to an exquisite ejaculation and then "snowballing"
the wad into my mouth.
Shayla has mentioned that she has some other ideas to keep things
spiced up.
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She is standing there before him. Her fingers nervously weaving in between themselves at her midsection. She is unsure of what happens next. However, there’s a calmness in the background of her excitement. She knows this is where she wants to be.He is sitting leaning back in a chair. His finger tracing the rim of a glass. Silent, but for his eyes. He’s admiring her. Taking her in. A calculating gaze. He takes one final sip before getting up from the chair. He walks over to her.“I want to make...
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BDSMWith resolve in my heart and mind, I quickened my pace, ready to prepare my dungeon once more. Tonight would be delicious, yet simple, so long as my plaything was obedient. I got to work as soon as I brushed the last grains of sand from the arch of my foot and crossed the threshold to my domain. ------ Hours later, I surveyed my work: The St. Andrew's cross had been coarsly sanded, the leather shackles inspected and oiled to retain their suppleness. Long ago, I'd attached the whole cross...
Supergirl - PainslutBy Greg All comments are welcome at [email protected] kicked Supergirl, causing another cry coming from her mouth, as she fell down on the floor with her hands tied behind her back with shining, green cuffs. Her costume was tattered in many parts, she was also barefoot. Her blonde hair was in mess. Her left eye had dark mark around, her nose was probably broken and blood still trailed from the corners of her mouth. "Move over, slut", said villain, kicking her one more...
Cindy, who had gotten by so far on her good looks, only saw other pretty girls that lived lives of ease and luxury on social media and TV. Those girls just got to look cute, and people gave them clothes, apartments, and cars. Cindy, herself, had a few thousand Instagram and TikTok followers, who delighted in seeing her dance to mindless bimbo pop or racy hip-hop. In her pictures and videos, she showed her large tits and round ass in panties and bras, kept an Amazon wishlist, and some of her...
DEAR DRUCE THIS IS YOUR DADDY I AM WRITING TO TELL YOU THAT I AM VERY ANGRY WITH YOU I KNOW YOU WALKED IN AS WENDY AND I WERE HAVING SEX AND I KNOW THAT YOU ENJOYED THE WAY WE MADE YOU EAT MY CUMM FROM HER PUSSY WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND IS WHY YOU HAVE STOPPED TALKING TO ME I AM YOUR DADDY YOU KNOW I LEFT YOU AND YOUR MOTHER BUT I NEVER TOLD YOU WHY I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU I HAD SEX WITH YOUR WIFE BECAUSE I FOUND OUT THAT MOST OF YOUR FRIENDS WERE sleepING...
The first person portions of this story are entirely true. The fantasy sequences about the character ‘slut’ are unfortunately, still just fantasies. Please read on to find the world where fantasies can be actualized- with your help, that is. The Quest for a Cock Worship SlaveFor better or for worse, I am the type of girl that cannot prefer to be anywhere more than being naked, collared and kneeling at Master’s feet. ?Tell me you love this cock?, he commanded me, while pulling my hair with his...
Below is the transcript between my self and an Xhamster user named Loufresh. She enjoyed exposure porn, but also never wished to be exposed herself. fisterguy: hi. I love the exposed pics too. can I have some of your gallery passwords?loufresh: for big one it's huren for other it's huren2fisterguy: thanks!loufresh: feel free to comment lolfisterguy: can I post those on tumblr?loufresh: sure........post anything you get from mefisterguy: http://fisterguy.tumblr.com/postedloufresh: hey! I saw...
Californian SlutEv is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Just a visit to the beach/Enslaving Ev already on Bdsmlibrary) ?PART 1Slut (1) ?I had my hand on the door handle, a tear ran down my cheek and I turned to watch his car ? Master’s car ? until it disappeared around the corner. I slowly twisted until I faced the apartment. There was a light on,...
This is the story of...جلنار جردلي Jilnar Jardaly the Little Leb Cock-Riding SlutOne fine day, Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut's mother called her to come downstairs. She had just finished preparing her a basket of X-rated goodies for her to take to her beloved old Grandpa, in his cottage, in the woods. Of course, as we all know, Grandpa wasn't Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut real grandfather. He was just a lonely old man whom she had known, and been visiting, ever since she...
My lil slut always dressed just like that a little size 6 slut never wore panties she loved windy days her lil skirts flipping up her nice lil ass and bald pussy for all to see. Her flashing got me to a point the I WANTED TO SEE HER USED BY MANY MEN I asked her about it but she wasn't interested but I was so I set up a plan If she wanted to dress act and look like slut I was going to watch her used like naughty lil cumbucket I told her of band I wanted to see south of river Always trying to...
Group SexPrologue Becoming a submissive slut Part 1 Prologue Some submissives appear not to know when the road to understanding their needs began or when their lives began to change.? Obviously I must have had these feelings inside me for a long, long time and even remember enjoying being tied up by the ?cowboys? as a little girl, I know exactly when it began as an adult, even though it began in small stages. I spent the weekends with my boyfriend Michael.? He had a house and on Fridays I leave...
Party Slut by Richard-to-Rachel "Shhhh, careful, you'll wake him," I heard through a foggy daze. "Naah, he's out cold," came a second voice, "Barely stirred through the rest of it." My head was throbbing painfully and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I knew that I had drunk too much at the party that night, I'd had a fight with Sasha, my girlfriend, and had drowned my sorrows perhaps a little too much. I didn't know how long I'd been out for but it was taking me a while...
The Making of a Slut - By Alexis Brooks - [email protected] Chapter 1 ? The Package The past few months had given him opportunities to explore himself beyond his wildest imaginations. He had talked with many people, both male and female, online. Almost all of those relationships ended in the other person backing out at the moment of truth. He had met two people that were a lot of fun. But they too had since vanished either due to work or family issues. Yet, through...
It all started when I was 18 and a senior in High School playing football. It was a Saturday practice after a big win on Friday night, and our coach gave us half practice off.I came home a couple hours early. Mom was doing her usual shopping on a Saturday with the girls, which usually took most of the day. Dad was home with my older sister Kip who was off work today.When I came in the house, I heard what sounded like Mom and Dad fucking in the basement, I crept down the stairs as any horny...
Amy The Teen Anal SlutBy DirtyOmni I had a great last few years as a teen anal slut finishing high school. Anyone who really knew what I did during my school day would be offended by what I like. When I was entering my teens I found that boys always had some type of porn in their hands .Often I would get boys that liked me to show me their porn stash. I like the dirty pictures of women showing their bodies. The more I saw the more I knew what I liked. Usually it was soft light pictures of women...
We I finally got to spend some time with my friend. I agreed to let him pick me up after he had gotten a hotel room for 2 nights. He picked me up at my house and my father let him in and told him I was down the hall in my room. My friend came into my room as I was finishing my make-up. He started to close the door I told him not to as my father would walk in on us. I told him I wanted to see what he was wearing. And I told him to strip as he stood behind the door. He did as I told him and...
Freewill 504: Part 8 Campus Slut (By Chris A)Disclaimer: If you are u******e and/or easily offended by stories of an adult nature, then you should probably go away. This story and characters are purely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincedental. Any one who believes they should try and recreate these situations and events in a real life situation needs to get serious help. With that said: enjoy!It was a warm spring evening as I walked across the center of...
http://xhamster.com/photos/view/148535-1911867.htmlhttp://xhamster.com/photos/view/148535-1911867.html http://xhamster.com/photos/view/148535-1911868.html http://xhamster.com/photos/view/148535-1911868.html It had been a long week at work and I'd only been able to Fuck a couple of times and only with my Husband...I was very horny.I told him Saturday morning I wanted to go Slutting that evening so after he went off to work I prepared myself.A trip to the salon for the works including a nice...
When he saw it in his in-basket he was not surprised. Even without opening it he knew exactly what it was, and had a fairly good idea already of what it said. The truth was that it was something he had been waiting for, and expecting, for a little over three weeks. Shawn Spencer considered himself to be a reasonably intelligent man, and many times he could see how things would turn out, just by expecting things to happen in their natural order. The fact it had taken so long was the only...
F*rced To Be A Slut (for BBC)forced to be a Slut Story from the perspective of a mom who is forced to become a slut for their neighbor's daughter. The mother’s daughter also becomes her mistress and mom gets nigger fuckedTears ran down my cheeks as the nigger cock rammed my pussy from behind. Jessica watched with a smile on her face as she often did. Here I was, in the back of a van in a mall parking lot, getting my white pussy violated by a nigger buck while the woman who had become my...
Training A New Submissive SlutOne day, Nathan, looked at me as I entered the hotel room to greet him. He said “Greetings slut, welcome me properly by getting on your knees and using your cunt mouth "My face burning, I sank to my knees and he coldly looked down at me as I reachedto undo his zipper. "Don't," he snapped, brushing my hands away. "Don't touchwithout permission. Ask!""Please can I undo your pants?" I whispered and my panties were instantlysoaked."Why?""So I can suck you," I...
Chapter Two: Mommy's Pussy-Slut By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: An anonymous fan commissioned this story and allowed it to be shared. I merely penned this individual's outline. Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Billy Purvis It worked. I clutched at the remote I modified. It truly mind-controlled people. My body buzzed as I walked through the halls of my college, my black-haired sister, Cali, walking on my right, her round breasts bouncing naked, a look of dreamy enjoyment...
Read all the tags before continuing. All the characters, including the author (^-_-^) is eighteen or more. If you aren’t of the legal age in your country, feel free to close this and move on. Because, I definitely won’t poison young minds… … Other than in my stories xD. You will see all the bright and dark sides present inside me, and yourself, in my stories. Every character is fictional, and any and every resemblance to real life is completely coincidental. And NEVER try to do any...
You glance up at the clock as you are making dinner. I would be home from work in a half hour. A small smile spreads across your face, and a sensual warmth and slight throbbing begin within the most feminine part of your body. You place the roast in the oven for a late dinner, and then run off to prepare for my arrival. You hurry to be sure you are in place and ready when I come through the door, because you know what happens when you're late. You smile again at the thought, rubbing your ass...
BDSMJulie surveyed the bar and watched as the after work businessmen tried to impress the young girl sitting nervously at the bar. Julie admired her innocence as she blushed with each advance she received as she desperately tried to attract the attention of the barman, Julie stood and walked slowly over to the bar stools and slipped onto the stool next to the young woman. Smiling like a shark sensing its prey Julie muttered in a low husky voice, “Hi I’m Julie”. “Penny” the young girl...
Dungeon SlutCopyright 2007 W. HunterARRIVALI meet her at the station. It's almost midnight and she's the only one to get off the bus. We know each other from photographs, but have never spoken. She's shortened her hair a bit, probably in anticipation of what's to come. I'd have preferred to cut it myself, but one can never completely understand the mind of another, now, can they?She stands there, looking in my general direction, but not directly at me. She's wearing a simple blue dress...