u/Belugawhale29

He touched my wheelchair once and my whole body went still.
His hand rested against the handle while he leaned over my desk correcting an equation I got wrong on purpose. He smelled like coffee and cold winter air. Chalk dust covered his sleeves. My heart pounded so hard the lecture faded into nothing.
He was younger than most professors. Tired eyes. Rough hands. The kind of face that always looked dangerous when the lights grew dim. Every girl in class watched him.
He only watched me.
After that the tension became unbearable. His eyes stayed on me too long. Every answer I gave made his expression darken for half a second before he looked away again. I started staying after class just to be near him.
Then winter buried the campus in snow.
One night the math building emptied early during a storm. I found him alone in his office staring at papers he was not reading.

This is written as if the professor is a man but women are welcome to play as well.

If you’re interested send me a chat feel free to jump right in or ask any questions that you may have.

I only play on Reddit. I prefer to play in first person

I wiped down the counter for the third time even though it was already clean. The late crowd had thinned out and the jukebox hummed low behind me. He sat in his usual stool near the corner with one hand around a glass he barely touched. Every Friday he showed up right before midnight and stayed until close. Quiet. Patient. Different from the men who looked at me like I was part of the menu.
My back ached tonight. The baby had been kicking all evening and my feet felt swollen inside my boots. I rested a hand against my stomach and tried not to wince. He noticed anyway. He always noticed.
“You should sit down for a minute” he said softly.
I laughed under my breath. “Boss would kill me.”
He smiled a little and slid a plate toward me. Fries from the kitchen. Still warm.
“Then eat while you work.”
Nobody had taken care of me in a long time. Not since I found out I was pregnant and watched people slowly disappear from my life. Friends stopped calling. My boyfriend vanished before the second month. Most nights I felt like I was carrying the whole world alone.
But when he looked at me I did not feel ashamed or broken or unwanted.
I felt seen.
Closing time came too fast. He waited while I counted the register then walked me to my car in the cold night air like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If you’re interested send me a chat feel free to just jump in or ask any questions you have

I wiped down the counter for the third time even though it was already clean. The late crowd had thinned out and the jukebox hummed low behind me. He sat in his usual stool near the corner with one hand around a glass he barely touched. Every Friday he showed up right before midnight and stayed until close. Quiet. Patient. Different from the men who looked at me like I was part of the menu.
My back ached tonight. The baby had been kicking all evening and my feet felt swollen inside my boots. I rested a hand against my stomach and tried not to wince. He noticed anyway. He always noticed.
“You should sit down for a minute” he said softly.
I laughed under my breath. “Boss would kill me.”
He smiled a little and slid a plate toward me. Fries from the kitchen. Still warm.
“Then eat while you work.”
Nobody had taken care of me in a long time. Not since I found out I was pregnant and watched people slowly disappear from my life. Friends stopped calling. My boyfriend vanished before the second month. Most nights I felt like I was carrying the whole world alone.
But when he looked at me I did not feel ashamed or broken or unwanted.
I felt seen.
Closing time came too fast. He waited while I counted the register then walked me to my car in the cold night air like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If you’re interested send me a chat feel free to just jump in or ask any questions you have

19 f looking for older man to play out a domestic discipline based relationship feel free to jump right in

I knelt on the cold bathroom tile my fingers trembling against my thighs. The enema bag hung above me like a judgment I could not escape. My stomach cramped with anticipation knowing what that tube would do to me.

He had explained it during our last session. The water would fill me until I thought I would burst. It would teach me submission through my own body's betrayal. I hated how my thighs parted wider at the thought.

I watched the clear hose swing slightly catching the light. My mouth went dry. I would feel every inch of that nozzle inside me. The water would rush in warm and claiming. My insides would stretch around the invasion trying to resist then surrendering.

He wanted me to hold it. To feel my discipline swelling inside me until I learned control. My breath came faster. I was already imagining the pressure the fullness the moment I would finally be allowed to release everything he had given me.

His footsteps approached. I spread my knees wider on the tile and lowered my chest to the floor. Ready to be filled. Ready to learn my lesson.

They shoved a college aged boy into my cell. Baby faced, blond, still smelling like cheap beer. Tyler. First offense, public intoxication. He stood there trembling, eyes glassy and wet.
"You my new bunkmate?" I asked. He nodded, shaking.
I patted the mattress. "Come here."
He shuffled over like a spooked deer. I grabbed his chin, forced his gaze up. "This cell is mine. That means you're mine. Understand?"
"I'm straight," he whispered.
"Doesn't matter in here." He started crying. I let him get it out, then stood and unbuttoned my pants.
"On your knees."
He didn't move. I yanked him down by the hair, shoved him to the concrete. Slowly, he pulled up onto his knees, tears streaming.
"Open your mouth."

Must be 18+

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, crying, spanking, cbt, humiliation, public nudity, water sports, body mods

Limits: animals, death

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, crying, spanking, cbt, humiliation, public nudity, water sports, body mods

Limits: animals, death

Sub for dom

I walked into the hotel suite with music blasting and colored lights flashing across the walls. The whole party erupted when they saw me. Women danced on couches with champagne in their hands while glitter covered the carpet and somebody waved a giant sign that said finally free. The energy felt wild and happy like nobody wanted the night to end.
The divorcee stood in the center of it all wearing a tight red dress and laughing louder than anyone else there. She was older than me by more than a decade. Her friends hyped her up every second and kept shouting that she deserved this after years with a terrible husband.
During my performance she watched me with this confident smile that made my heart race. Her friends teased her nonstop and pushed her toward me while the whole room cheered. She slipped bills into my hand slowly and thanked me like I had done something personal just for her.
After the party she asked me to stay for a drink. We sat near the windows overlooking the city while her friends stumbled out still singing and laughing down the hallway. She asked about my life and actually listened to every answer.
A few weeks later she was taking me to expensive dinners and sending cars to pick me up. Somewhere along the way I stopped feeling like entertainment and started feeling spoiled.

They shoved a college aged boy into my cell. Baby faced, blond, still smelling like cheap beer. Tyler. First offense, public intoxication. He stood there trembling, eyes glassy and wet.
"You my new bunkmate?" I asked. He nodded, shaking.
I patted the mattress. "Come here."
He shuffled over like a spooked deer. I grabbed his chin, forced his gaze up. "This cell is mine. That means you're mine. Understand?"
"I'm straight," he whispered.
"Doesn't matter in here." He started crying. I let him get it out, then stood and unbuttoned my pants.
"On your knees."
He didn't move. I yanked him down by the hair, shoved him to the concrete. Slowly, he pulled up onto his knees, tears streaming.
"Open your mouth."

Must be 18+

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, crying, spanking, cbt, humiliation, public nudity, water sports, body mods

Limits: animals, death

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, crying, spanking, cbt, humiliation, public nudity, water sports, body mods

Limits: animals, death

Sub for dom

I walked into the hotel suite with music blasting and colored lights flashing across the walls. The whole party erupted when they saw me. Women danced on couches with champagne in their hands while glitter covered the carpet and somebody waved a giant sign that said finally free. The energy felt wild and happy like nobody wanted the night to end.
The divorcee stood in the center of it all wearing a tight red dress and laughing louder than anyone else there. She was older than me by more than a decade. Her friends hyped her up every second and kept shouting that she deserved this after years with a terrible husband.
During my performance she watched me with this confident smile that made my heart race. Her friends teased her nonstop and pushed her toward me while the whole room cheered. She slipped bills into my hand slowly and thanked me like I had done something personal just for her.
After the party she asked me to stay for a drink. We sat near the windows overlooking the city while her friends stumbled out still singing and laughing down the hallway. She asked about my life and actually listened to every answer.
A few weeks later she was taking me to expensive dinners and sending cars to pick me up. Somewhere along the way I stopped feeling like entertainment and started feeling spoiled.

Sub for dom

I walked into the hotel suite with music blasting and colored lights flashing across the walls. The whole party erupted when they saw me. Women danced on couches with champagne in their hands while glitter covered the carpet and somebody waved a giant sign that said finally free. The energy felt wild and happy like nobody wanted the night to end.
The divorcee stood in the center of it all wearing a tight red dress and laughing louder than anyone else there. She was older than me by more than a decade. Her friends hyped her up every second and kept shouting that she deserved this after years with a terrible husband.
During my performance she watched me with this confident smile that made my heart race. Her friends teased her nonstop and pushed her toward me while the whole room cheered. She slipped bills into my hand slowly and thanked me like I had done something personal just for her.
After the party she asked me to stay for a drink. We sat near the windows overlooking the city while her friends stumbled out still singing and laughing down the hallway. She asked about my life and actually listened to every answer.
A few weeks later she was taking me to expensive dinners and sending cars to pick me up. Somewhere along the way I stopped feeling like entertainment and started feeling spoiled.

This is written as two women but I’m happy to play with men too

Sub for dom

I walked into the hotel suite with music blasting and colored lights flashing across the walls. The whole party erupted when they saw me. Women danced on couches with champagne in their hands while glitter covered the carpet and somebody waved a giant sign that said finally free. The energy felt wild and happy like nobody wanted the night to end.
The divorcee stood in the center of it all wearing a tight red dress and laughing louder than anyone else there. She was older than me by more than a decade. Her friends hyped her up every second and kept shouting that she deserved this after years with a terrible husband.
During my performance she watched me with this confident smile that made my heart race. Her friends teased her nonstop and pushed her toward me while the whole room cheered. She slipped bills into my hand slowly and thanked me like I had done something personal just for her.
After the party she asked me to stay for a drink. We sat near the windows overlooking the city while her friends stumbled out still singing and laughing down the hallway. She asked about my life and actually listened to every answer.
A few weeks later she was taking me to expensive dinners and sending cars to pick me up. Somewhere along the way I stopped feeling like entertainment and started feeling spoiled.

[f4m] single mom falls for older man

I was nineteen and already drowning in responsibilities that never stopped. My son was barely two and every night I worked until closing at a small restaurant tucked between bars downtown. The lighting was low and golden and the air always smelled like red wine and garlic. Men flirted with me constantly but it never meant anything. They saw a tired waitress with a pretty face and nothing else.
Then he walked in.
The first time I served him I could feel him watching me before I even reached the table. Expensive suit. Sharp eyes. Older than me by enough to make me nervous. He barely smiled but when he thanked me his voice slid through me slow and deep enough to make my stomach tighten.
After that he came in every Friday night and always asked for my section.
I told myself it was harmless until one night I felt his hand brush against my waist when I reached across the table to grab his empty glass. It lasted maybe a second but heat rushed through me so fast I almost dropped it.
He noticed too.
His eyes stayed on me the rest of the night. Dark and unreadable. Like he was thinking about something he should not be thinking about.
By closing time I could barely breathe around him anymore and somehow that only made me want him closer.

[f4m] looking for long term partners

I was nineteen and already drowning in responsibilities that never stopped. My son was barely two and every night I worked until closing at a small restaurant tucked between bars downtown. The lighting was low and golden and the air always smelled like red wine and garlic. Men flirted with me constantly but it never meant anything. They saw a tired waitress with a pretty face and nothing else.
Then he walked in.
The first time I served him I could feel him watching me before I even reached the table. Expensive suit. Sharp eyes. Older than me by enough to make me nervous. He barely smiled but when he thanked me his voice slid through me slow and deep enough to make my stomach tighten.
After that he came in every Friday night and always asked for my section.
I told myself it was harmless until one night I felt his hand brush against my waist when I reached across the table to grab his empty glass. It lasted maybe a second but heat rushed through me so fast I almost dropped it.
He noticed too.
His eyes stayed on me the rest of the night. Dark and unreadable. Like he was thinking about something he should not be thinking about.
By closing time I could barely breathe around him anymore and somehow that only made me want him closer.

I try not to look embarrassed when the bartender hands my ID back and refuses to serve me. Heat crawls up my neck while I reach for my bag ready to disappear back to my room before anyone notices. Then the man beside me quietly covers the drink without hesitation like it was the easiest decision in the world.
I notice him immediately after that.
Older by decades. Silver threaded through dark hair. Tanned skin. Expensive watch glinting beneath the soft bar lights. The kind of man who looks completely at ease everywhere he goes. His attention settles on me with calm confidence and suddenly I become hyper aware of myself. The short dress clinging to my skin from the humid air. My bare legs crossed too tightly beneath the stool. The way my fingers curl nervously around the cold glass once the drink is placed in front of me.
The resort bar buzzes softly around us but everything feels strangely narrowed down to the space between our bodies. He stays close enough that I can feel warmth radiating from his arm whenever either of us moves. Every glance from him lingers a second too long. Every accidental touch feels intentional.
When his hand brushes lightly against my knee beneath the bar my breath catches hard enough to embarrass me. He notices immediately.
And somehow that only makes the tension worse.

I am 18 with a backpack slung over one shoulder wandering the dusty streets of a city that feels carved from stone and sun. The country is known for its ancient ruins its rigid laws its men who look through women like they are property. I knew that when I booked the trip. I knew the stares the muttered words I do not understand. Still I wanted adventure freedom maybe a tan.

Now I am standing at a market stall my fingers brushing a cheap woven bracelet. A man in uniform approaches three of them actually. One barks something in a language that sounds like gravel. I smile shake my head try to say I am just looking. But the second man grabs my wrist yanks the bracelet away then shoves me against a brick wall. His hand pats down my shorts squeezes my hip lingers. I twist protest in English. That earns me a slap across the face.

They drag me into a jeep. No explanation. No translator. Just the feel of rough rope around my wrists and the leer of the driver as he watches my shorts ride up my thighs. I am being arrested for what? Being female? Being alone? Being me?

Destination a concrete cell with a single cot a bucket and a barred window that looks out onto a courtyard where men smoke and laugh. They strip me of my phone my passport my dignity. One guard stays behind unbuttoning his trousers a grin splitting his face. Vacation he says the first English I have heard. Yes. You learn our culture now.

Looking for young obedient men to control and black mail. If you’re interested send me a chat telling me your most humiliating moment.

I am 18 with a backpack slung over one shoulder wandering the dusty streets of a city that feels carved from stone and sun. The country is known for its ancient ruins its rigid laws its men who look through women like they are property. I knew that when I booked the trip. I knew the stares the muttered words I do not understand. Still I wanted adventure freedom maybe a tan.

Now I am standing at a market stall my fingers brushing a cheap woven bracelet. A man in uniform approaches three of them actually. One barks something in a language that sounds like gravel. I smile shake my head try to say I am just looking. But the second man grabs my wrist yanks the bracelet away then shoves me against a brick wall. His hand pats down my shorts squeezes my hip lingers. I twist protest in English. That earns me a slap across the face.

They drag me into a jeep. No explanation. No translator. Just the feel of rough rope around my wrists and the leer of the driver as he watches my shorts ride up my thighs. I am being arrested for what? Being female? Being alone? Being me?

Destination a concrete cell with a single cot a bucket and a barred window that looks out onto a courtyard where men smoke and laugh. They strip me of my phone my passport my dignity. One guard stays behind unbuttoning his trousers a grin splitting his face. Vacation he says the first English I have heard. Yes. You learn our culture now.

I’ve been on the force long enough to know when a kid’s asking for it. This one barely eighteen, trembling in his hoodie as I cuff him behind the back caught my eye the moment I pulled him over. Speeding, expired tags, but that’s not why I’m taking him to the station instead of writing a ticket.

In the holding room I lock the door. He’s skinny, pale, wide eyed. I tell him to strip. He hesitates, so I grab his collar and yank, popping buttons. Jacket, shirt, sneakers, jeans all piling on the concrete floor. His cock is soft, hidden in pubic hair. I make him bend over the table, spread his legs. He whimpers when I pull his cheeks apart, exposing that tight pink hole.

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, spanking, crying, cbt, water sports, fisting

Limits: death, animals

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, spanking, crying, cbt, water sports, fisting

Limits: death, animals

All characters must be 18+

Looking for young obedient men to control and black mail. If you’re interested send me a chat telling me your most humiliating moment.

I’ve been on the force long enough to know when a kid’s asking for it. This one barely eighteen, trembling in his hoodie as I cuff him behind the back caught my eye the moment I pulled him over. Speeding, expired tags, but that’s not why I’m taking him to the station instead of writing a ticket.

In the holding room I lock the door. He’s skinny, pale, wide eyed. I tell him to strip. He hesitates, so I grab his collar and yank, popping buttons. Jacket, shirt, sneakers, jeans all piling on the concrete floor. His cock is soft, hidden in pubic hair. I make him bend over the table, spread his legs. He whimpers when I pull his cheeks apart, exposing that tight pink hole.

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, spanking, crying, cbt, water sports, fisting

Limits: death, animals

Kinks: age gaps, first times, anal, painal, spanking, crying, cbt, water sports, fisting

Limits: death, animals

All characters must be 18+