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Mother-daughter trips were a regular thing in our family for as long as I could remember. With mom having been single for years, we took trips to Disney, Universal, theme parks, road trips, you name it we had done it.

With me going to college, these trips had slowed but hadn’t subsided. Each year in college, mom accompanied the girls and I to spring break. Was it a little weird to see mom flirting with guys my age, doing keg stands, and acting like a college student? Yeah, it was but with us being so close I hadn’t thought too much of it. Even when my friends mentioned it to me, I didn’t bat an eye.

I didn’t know it, but mom had been taking her own solo trips while I was in college. These were not the same kind of trips she would ordinarily take with me. These solo trips were trips to meet a man who she’d met a few months ago online through her fascination with BDSM and make domination.

Who was this guy? He was a retired hardcore porn producer who had purchased a portion of a retired cattle farm in the rural southern US. The farm and all of its land had been repurposed to function as his own personal playground with women like my mother. I didn’t know it, but mom wanted me there to experience this with her. She wanted me to submit to her new master after he’d suggested it would be good for me.

Mom had set up a road trip for her and I like old times. However, the final destination was a surprise for me. The surprise being her new male friend and his property. Mom was so corrupted by this man that she didn’t even think twice about taking me to him like a lamb to the slaughter.

As we neared the end of the trip, mom told me that if I wanted the surprise she had planned for me as a graduation gift that I would need to be blindfolded. Honestly, I trusted her explicitly, so I didn’t think twice about it. I let her blindfold me before we left the final gas station and I kept myself quiet for the remaining 30-minutes of the drive.

When the car came to a stop, I felt her climb out of the driver side and things went quiet for a moment. Outside of the vehicle, her master waited for her. his eyes fell on me as I sat in the passenger seat oblivious to what was coming to me. A life as a slave to this older man and my mother awaited me.
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If you’re interested, please feel free to reach out. Happy to discuss details and share references for my character and for mom.

Please note I do not expect mom or her Master to be nice or kind to me. I do not expect him to be a model by any means. He would definitely be hung and cruel toward myself and mom.

Also, please don’t send me one word messages. Try to make yourself stand out a bit when sending your first message. First impressions mean a lot to me.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckold, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Mother-daughter trips were a regular thing in our family for as long as I could remember. With mom having been single for years, we took trips to Disney, Universal, theme parks, road trips, you name it we had done it.

With me going to college, these trips had slowed but hadn’t subsided. Each year in college, mom accompanied the girls and I to spring break. Was it a little weird to see mom flirting with guys my age, doing keg stands, and acting like a college student? Yeah, it was but with us being so close I hadn’t thought too much of it. Even when my friends mentioned it to me, I didn’t bat an eye.

I didn’t know it, but mom had been taking her own solo trips while I was in college. These were not the same kind of trips she would ordinarily take with me. These solo trips were trips to meet a man who she’d met a few months ago online through her fascination with BDSM and make domination.

Who was this guy? He was a retired hardcore porn producer who had purchased a portion of a retired cattle farm in the rural southern US. The farm and all of its land had been repurposed to function as his own personal playground with women like my mother. I didn’t know it, but mom wanted me there to experience this with her. She wanted me to submit to her new master after he’d suggested it would be good for me.

Mom had set up a road trip for her and I like old times. However, the final destination was a surprise for me. The surprise being her new male friend and his property. Mom was so corrupted by this man that she didn’t even think twice about taking me to him like a lamb to the slaughter.

As we neared the end of the trip, mom told me that if I wanted the surprise she had planned for me as a graduation gift that I would need to be blindfolded. Honestly, I trusted her explicitly, so I didn’t think twice about it. I let her blindfold me before we left the final gas station and I kept myself quiet for the remaining 30-minutes of the drive.

When the car came to a stop, I felt her climb out of the driver side and things went quiet for a moment. Outside of the vehicle, her master waited for her. his eyes fell on me as I sat in the passenger seat oblivious to what was coming to me. A life as a slave to this older man and my mother awaited me.
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If you’re interested, please feel free to reach out. Happy to discuss details and share references for my character and for mom.

Please note I do not expect mom or her Master to be nice or kind to me. I do not expect him to be a model by any means. He would definitely be hung and cruel toward myself and mom.

Also, please don’t send me one word messages. Try to make yourself stand out a bit when sending your first message. First impressions mean a lot to me.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckold, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Being a mother to an attractive daughter had been something that had caused me stress for years. Was it bad stress? No, not necessarily, but it was stress nonetheless. The constant arguing because of boys, the heartbreak for my daughter, the manipulation she suffered because she seemed to pick the worst young men. It was constant.

Thankfully, with her now in college it wasn’t quite as constant of an issue. Sure, she had flings and stuff she would tell me about, but going to college three hours from home, I rarely met any of the guys she dated. The few she brought home… they weren’t exactly the type I liked anyway. Meek, passive, buttoned up, it just wasn’t the type of man I thought she would go after.

Honestly, it kind of robbed me of the fun of flirting with these guys. I’d always liked my men on the younger side as it is. 21-24 was my sweet spot. As a 50-year-old single woman who carried herself well, I didn’t have trouble finding myself men. Honestly, it was a little too easy to get a guy, especially one my daughter’s age, wrapped around my finger. It almost defeated the challenge and fun in it, but the sex was usually incredible.

Anyhow, this week was my daughter’s spring break and she was coming to spend it at home with her new boyfriend. I’d not met this man yet, but I had seen photos. I couldn’t lie, he was different from the last few guys. He appeared to be athletic, was handsome, and did not seem to lack any kind of confidence.

Almost immediately upon their arrival at the house, I was taken aback by this young man. He was confident, didn’t shy away from flirting with me in front of my daughter, and even complimented me. In addition, he was a very attractive young man standing at about 6’3” tall. His presence was commanding. I couldn’t help but to lust after him a bit after I was in bed.

That lustful feeling was helped along when I heard my daughter moaning out his name on the other side of the house. Her bedroom just like mine was on the first floor. As I laid in bed listening I heard slapping, gagging, the headboard slamming into the wall. It was pretty clear he wanted me to hear what was happening. Honestly, it made me jealous hearing all of this happening.

The next morning came rather quickly and I awoke to a text message from my daughter.

“Out with the girls all day today. Anthony was going to come, but he’s not feeling well so he’s staying at the house today. Love you! ❤️❤️”

I couldn’t help but to be fascinated by this. I had the house to myself with my daughter’s 22-year-old boyfriend. My stomach filled with butterflies as I got myself up and out of bed into my robe and strode out into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Last night’s performance from my daughter and her boyfriend still replaying in my head as I worked to fix a pot of coffee for myself.

What I didn’t know at this point is that the performance in the bedroom was done intentionally. This young man, he wasn’t just some well intentioned man dating my daughter. He dominated her. He controlled who she talked to, what she wore, how she talked and she loved every second of it. He even fucked other women in front of her just to show her that he could. Now, I was the target he was after. He didn’t stay home today just because he was sick. He wanted me to himself for the full day to break me down and make me submit fully to him even if that meant blackmailing me into it.
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Hey there! Thanks for reading my prompt. If you’re interested, please feel free to shoot me a message and ask any questions you have.

I think it’s best that my character makes the first move on him. He can let me come onto him knowing if he got a photo or short video when I wasn’t looking that he could make me do anything he wanted me to. He’d want to take any and all power from me and be doing so behind my daughter’s back.

I can also see him having brought toys along with him. Handcuffs, collar, leash, spreader bar, gag, stuff like that. I also have a toy collection in my bedroom he’d be able to take advantage of.

I could also see him restraining me for when my daughter returns home. There could be a scene where he makes me watch all of the dirty and humiliating things he does to her regularly.

I have character references available to share for my character. If you’d like to see them, all you have to do is ask.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

It had been months of constant bullying for my boyfriend and I was about at the end of my rope. He talked about it all the time and I constantly told him he needed to step up and handle it, but he was too scared to deal with it. It irritated me that this guy continued to pick at him, but it almost pissed me off more that my boyfriend couldn’t take care of it himself. So, after months of dealing with it, I finally decided to say something to the guy.

This was some workplace bullying at its finest. My boyfriend was relatively new in his office and didn’t want to ruffle any feathers. The guy that was bullying him, I had never seen him, but I knew his name and that he was in his 30’s and had worked in this office since he was in his mid-20’s like my boyfriend and I were. I knew just enough to be able to confront him on my boyfriend’s off day.

It was late on a Friday and I knew this bully often worked late Fridays. Knowing this, I decided to show up at the office and see if I could work my magic to calm the tensions. I wasn’t surprised to walk in and find the small 6th story office empty aside for one man. Jason, at least by the name tag on his desk, must be the man my boyfriend talked about.

I had to admit Jason was rather attractive and contrasted against my boyfriend rather heavily. Where my boyfriend was 5’8” this guy, even sitting down must’ve been at least 6’3”. He looked like he spent some time in the gym and I’d be finding out before long that his height and body weren’t the only impressive things about him.

“Hi. Are you Jason?” I asked trying to suppress a smile as I peeked through the open door of his corner office. I was dressed rather casually in a t-shirt and pair of jean shorts. I didn’t know it, but Jason recognized me from the photos of me my boyfriend kept in his cubicle. He couldn’t believe his luck as I peered through his office door smiling at him warmly. With nobody in the office and the office door locking in 3 minutes automatically, we were all alone and he had an opportunity to not only put my boyfriend in his place, but to put me in my place as well.
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Hey there! This is a pretty standard scenario that I’d say is kind of a classic bully steals his victims girlfriend. I could see this bully becoming a bull and cucking my boyfriend and utterly dominating and humiliating me and my boyfriend both.

I do not need anyone to play my boyfriend. I’m seeking a partner to play the bully character.

I have character references for myself and boyfriend if you’d like to see them. Please just ask. I’d also like to talk details before we get started.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckold, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

It had been months of constant bullying for my boyfriend and I was about at the end of my rope. He talked about it all the time and I constantly told him he needed to step up and handle it, but he was too scared to deal with it. It irritated me that this guy continued to pick at him, but it almost pissed me off more that my boyfriend couldn’t take care of it himself. So, after months of dealing with it, I finally decided to say something to the guy.

This was some workplace bullying at its finest. My boyfriend was relatively new in his office and didn’t want to ruffle any feathers. The guy that was bullying him, I had never seen him, but I knew his name and that he was in his 30’s and had worked in this office since he was in his mid-20’s like my boyfriend and I were. I knew just enough to be able to confront him on my boyfriend’s off day.

It was late on a Friday and I knew this bully often worked late Fridays. Knowing this, I decided to show up at the office and see if I could work my magic to calm the tensions. I wasn’t surprised to walk in and find the small 6th story office empty aside for one man. Jason, at least by the name tag on his desk, must be the man my boyfriend talked about.

I had to admit Jason was rather attractive and contrasted against my boyfriend rather heavily. Where my boyfriend was 5’8” this guy, even sitting down must’ve been at least 6’3”. He looked like he spent some time in the gym and I’d be finding out before long that his height and body weren’t the only impressive things about him.

“Hi. Are you Jason?” I asked trying to suppress a smile as I peeked over the top of his cubicle. I was dressed rather casually in a t-shirt and pair of jean shorts. I didn’t know it, but Jason recognized me from the photos of me my boyfriend kept in his cubicle. He couldn’t believe his luck as I peeked over the cubicle wall at him. With nobody in the office and the office door locking in 3 minutes automatically, we were all alone and he had an opportunity to not only put my boyfriend in his place, but to put me in my place as well.
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Hey there! This is a pretty standard scenario that I’d say is kind of a classic bully steals his victims girlfriend. I could see this bully becoming a bull and cucking my boyfriend and utterly dominating and humiliating me and my boyfriend both.

I do not need anyone to play my boyfriend. I’m seeking a partner to play the bully character.

I have character references for myself and boyfriend if you’d like to see them. Please just ask. I’d also like to talk details before we get started.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckold, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Ever since my teenage years, I’d never been able to stay single for long. Was I sleeping around? No, but I was constantly dating a guy. A breakup would happen and days later I’d be in a relationship with another guy. I was teased about it constantly, but I always liked the feeling of being wanted. I enjoyed the companionship more than anything else.

Jumping around in relationships changed when I got to college. I’d met a guy, Anthony, my sophomore year and quickly ended up in a relationship with him. The first full year was great. We were taking weekend roadtrips, hanging out with his friends, and just appeared like any other happy couple.

On top of that, the sex was just so much better than anything I’d ever had in my life. Anthony really knew just how to make me submit to him in the bedroom. I was comfortable enough to let him put me on a leash, slap me, call me dirty names, even allowing him to record and take pictures of me. I wound up referring to him as daddy and I thought I was in love with him.

The second year of our relationship, things started to change a bit. The sex wasn’t as fun anymore. He hardly told me he loved me. He even got mean with me outside of the bedroom for the first time and slapped me in an argument. Despite the poor treatment, I still wanted that companionship from him and refused to leave.

When graduation came and went after our senior year, things got worse for me. All of my friends graduated and moved back home or onto new places. Meanwhile, since Anthony was from where our university was, we stayed in town. I was several hours away from all of my friends as well as my family. Anthony and I moved in together in a house we decided to rent, but that didn’t fix things. It just meant that I kind of turned into his maid in a sense. Doing laundry, cooking meals, chores, pleasuring him whenever he wanted it.

A couple of months after we moved in together, Anthony told me he wanted to open our relationship up. When I agreed and said I’d find a boyfriend, he snapped at me and reprimanded me and told me that it was only open for him and not for me. When I told him I’d leave, he threatened to show everyone the photos and videos of me submitting to him. Under duress and panicked he’d do it, I decided to agree.

A couple of days passed before he started sending me Snapchats of him out with another woman. Photos of them smiling together, kissing, acting like a happy couple while I was home doing chores and housework. Anthony informed me later that afternoon that he’d be bring his new girlfriend Jess to our place in an hour and that it’d better be spotless when they arrived or I’d be in trouble.

Despite not wanting to obey him, I knew it was in my best interest to do so. What I didn’t know is that this woman was very much into being a bit of a home wrecker. She knew Anthony and I had gotten engaged a few months ago and it only made her want him more. Knowing I existed just made her want to show him and I how much better than me that she was and she was already well on her way to doing that.

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Hi there. If you’ve read this far I think you probably have an understanding of the dynamic in going for here.

My fiancé and I are in a toxic relationship of about 2.5-3 years and engaged to be married. He’s very domineering and controlling toward me. He sets the rules, he sleeps around, he even is committed to another woman. This other woman would want to rub my face in the fact that he prefers her instead of me.

Ideally, I’d like you to play Anthony and the other woman, Jess. I’m also totally okay with sharing Jess between the two of us.

I have character references for myself and for Jess and am happy to provide them if you’d like me to.

Kinks: Restraints, humiliation, degradation, voyeurism, cuckquean, girl on girl, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Nothing has ever been harder for me than not experiencing the things I wanted to. The fear of missing out was ever present in my life. I’d always been a jealous person. Seeing my friends go somewhere I wanted to without me, social media photos and videos of things I wanted to experience but couldn’t, it killed me inside.

Honestly, porn was no different for me. I’d loved sex ever since my first experience, but the guys I’d met in my teenage years and early 20’s, they just didn’t do it for me. I wanted it to be rough and I wanted them to treat me like an object, but the furthest id ever gotten one of them to go was making me wear handcuffs and call him daddy. Sure, that kinky but I wanted so much more than that.

I wanted to experience things like you see on hardcore BDSM websites. I needed that experience, so I sought it out as best I could. Seeking local men first just to be disappointed to find most of them were far from genuine. They came off as experienced at first, but the more I’d talk to them the less interested I’d be in them.

It wasn’t until I happened to stumble upon a website for a retired ranch in Wyoming that had been converted into a porn producers BDSM playground that I got really excited. The website featured short clips and photos of his work, some of which I was familiar with from the porn I watched. At the bottom of the site was an “apply now” button that I couldn’t have clicked faster. I sent basic information as well as photos both normal and nude of myself. I was met with a “we will contact you soon” message at the end.

I was contacted less than 24-hours after submitting paperwork. The paperwork asked me a multitude of personal questions. How many men I’d slept with, my full government name, age, height, weight, biggest fear, emergency contact, how long of a stay I wanted on the ranch. There were other questions, but these were the highlights. I’d elected the 30-day stay at the ranch costing nearly $10,000. It was money I didn’t really want to part with, but for the experience I’d committed to do so.

I received approval once I’d returned the digital documents and signed numerous waivers. The visit was scheduled and my time blocked as well as plane tickets booked and sent to me by the ranch.

The flight was rather normal. Smooth, a little long, but normal. Thankfully for me I didn’t have any checked bags to collect and got off the plane quickly with only my backpacks as a carry on. When I made it outside into the pickup area, the first thing I noticed was just how hot it was today. The temperature reaching triple digits at midday as the sun beat down on me while I awaited the arrival of the van that would be transporting me as specified by the last email I’d been sent by the ranch.

I watched the van with the license plate that the rancher had given me pull up and come to a stop at the curb in front of me. The front windows, the only windows the van had, were so tinted I couldn’t see a thing through them. I could feel a chill run down my spine as I stood there. Second thoughts started to fill my head as I moved toward the rear door of the van I’d been instructed to enter through.

My backpack was slung over my right shoulder. Inside were my wallet with my ID, a change of clothes I’d wear the day I leave the property, and my cell phone which was inside of a locking baggie you’d sent to me that blocked cellular signals. Inside the baggie, my phone was essentially a paperweight. My left hand pulled the handle and the door opened before I stepped into the vans cargo space. A metal wall separating the area the driver sat from the cargo space which appeared empty aside from a metal toolbox toward the front and a few rails locked into the floor of the van.

I pulled the door closed behind me and heard it lock almost instantly. No light penetrated into the cargo area of the van as it featured no windows. I was plunged into total darkness. It felt like I’d entered a cage that was now locked. My fate had been sealed and now the vans engine hummed as it pulled away from the curb. There was no going back now.
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This is a new writing of a scene I’ve posted before. In this prompt, you will be playing the retired porn producer on the ranch. There are no ranch hands or other people involved. My character and your character are the only two around.

If you’d like character references for me, I’m happy to provide them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Nothing has ever been harder for me than not experiencing the things I wanted to. The fear of missing out was ever present in my life. I’d always been a jealous person. Seeing my friends go somewhere I wanted to without me, social media photos and videos of things I wanted to experience but couldn’t, it killed me inside.

Honestly, porn was no different for me. I’d loved sex ever since my first experience, but the guys I’d met in my teenage years and early 20’s, they just didn’t do it for me. I wanted it to be rough and I wanted them to treat me like an object, but the furthest id ever gotten one of them to go was making me wear handcuffs and call him daddy. Sure, that kinky but I wanted so much more than that.

I wanted to experience things like you see on hardcore BDSM websites. I needed that experience, so I sought it out as best I could. Seeking local men first just to be disappointed to find most of them were far from genuine. They came off as experienced at first, but the more I’d talk to them the less interested I’d be in them.

It wasn’t until I happened to stumble upon a website for a retired ranch in Wyoming that had been converted into a porn producers BDSM playground that I got really excited. The website featured short clips and photos of his work, some of which I was familiar with from the porn I watched. At the bottom of the site was an “apply now” button that I couldn’t have clicked faster. I sent basic information as well as photos both normal and nude of myself. I was met with a “we will contact you soon” message at the end.

I was contacted less than 24-hours after submitting paperwork. The paperwork asked me a multitude of personal questions. How many men I’d slept with, my full government name, age, height, weight, biggest fear, emergency contact, how long of a stay I wanted on the ranch. There were other questions, but these were the highlights. I’d elected the 30-day stay at the ranch costing nearly $10,000. It was money I didn’t really want to part with, but for the experience I’d committed to do so.

I received approval once I’d returned the digital documents and signed numerous waivers. The visit was scheduled and my time blocked as well as plane tickets booked and sent to me by the ranch.

The flight was rather normal. Smooth, a little long, but normal. Thankfully for me I didn’t have any checked bags to collect and got off the plane quickly with only my backpacks as a carry on. When I made it outside into the pickup area, the first thing I noticed was just how hot it was today. The temperature reaching triple digits at midday as the sun beat down on me while I awaited the arrival of the van that would be transporting me as specified by the last email I’d been sent by the ranch.

I watched the van with the license plate that the rancher had given me pull up and come to a stop at the curb in front of me. The front windows, the only windows the van had, were so tinted I couldn’t see a thing through them. I could feel a chill run down my spine as I stood there. Second thoughts started to fill my head as I moved toward the rear door of the van I’d been instructed to enter through.

My backpack was slung over my right shoulder. Inside were my wallet with my ID, a change of clothes I’d wear the day I leave the property, and my cell phone which was inside of a locking baggie you’d sent to me that blocked cellular signals. Inside the baggie, my phone was essentially a paperweight. My left hand pulled the handle and the door opened before I stepped into the vans cargo space. A metal wall separating the area the driver sat from the cargo space which appeared empty aside from a metal toolbox toward the front and a few rails locked into the floor of the van.

I pulled the door closed behind me and heard it lock almost instantly. No light penetrated into the cargo area of the van as it featured no windows. I was plunged into total darkness. It felt like I’d entered a cage that was now locked. My fate had been sealed and now the vans engine hummed as it pulled away from the curb. There was no going back now.
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This is a new writing of a scene I’ve posted before. In this prompt, you will be playing the retired porn producer on the ranch. There are no ranch hands or other people involved. My character and your character are the only two around.

If you’d like character references for me, I’m happy to provide them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

The summer heat overtook me as I stepped through the automatic sliding doors of the airport. The air, though still filled with moisture, was less humid than it was back home. I’d never been to Wyoming before, but I’d be spending the next month here on a ranch.

What brought me to a ranch out in Wyoming? Well, for years now I’d been quite a fan of some rather hardcore BDSM websites. As a college student, I often spent time wishing the guys I’d slept with would use me like the women I’d seen on videos. Restraints, forced orgasms, humiliation, all of it was so hot to me, yet I hardly ever got to experience even being in handcuffs.

Without ever getting to scratch the itch of being treated like a true sub/slave, I did my best to seek out the experience. I tried online with local guys first, but all I found were guys who didn’t know what they were doing. That or guys who would ghost me after talking a big game. It was frustrating, so I decided to continue searching online.

Imagine my excitement when I found a new BDSM site online and noticed a banner at the top that advertised a private experience like what was in the videos. I couldn’t help but to click on the banner and read more information. Next thing I knew, I was filling out consent forms and NDAs for a chance to visit what was called “Bitch Breaker Ranch”. A retired cattle ranch in Wyoming that had been converted into a retired porn producers playground.

It only took a day after submitting my paperwork for someone to contact me from the ranch. A short questionnaire was conducted before I was told my application was approved. After the approval came an email asking about how long I’d like to stay on the ranch. I elected a full months stay, used the money I’d planned on putting toward a new apartment after graduation to finance the trip and scheduled it.

Now, as I stood outside the airport awaiting the van to arrive to take me the rest of the way to the ranch, I could feel myself getting nervous. My palms growing sweaty as I carried a backpack over my shoulder. The warm air hanging over me as I spotted the newer white passenger van pull up and stop right in front of me. My hand rested on the door handle before pulling it and stepping inside. I pulled the door closed and subjected myself to total darkness as the van had been stripped of its seats and paneling had been put up between the drivers seat and the cargo area. I couldn’t see a thing as I felt the van start to move forward nearly sending me tumbling to the ground.
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This is a new writing of a scene I’ve posted before. In this prompt, you will be playing the retired porn producer on the ranch. There are no ranch hands or other people involved. My character and your character are the only two around.

If you’d like character references for me, I’m happy to provide them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

The summer heat overtook me as I stepped through the automatic sliding doors of the airport. The air, though still filled with moisture, was less humid than it was back home. I’d never been to Wyoming before, but I’d be spending the next month here on a ranch.

What brought me to a ranch out in Wyoming? Well, for years now I’d been quite a fan of some rather hardcore BDSM websites. As a college student, I often spent time wishing the guys I’d slept with would use me like the women I’d seen on videos. Restraints, forced orgasms, humiliation, all of it was so hot to me, yet I hardly ever got to experience even being in handcuffs.

Without ever getting to scratch the itch of being treated like a true sub/slave, I did my best to seek out the experience. I tried online with local guys first, but all I found were guys who didn’t know what they were doing. That or guys who would ghost me after talking a big game. It was frustrating, so I decided to continue searching online.

Imagine my excitement when I found a new BDSM site online and noticed a banner at the top that advertised a private experience like what was in the videos. I couldn’t help but to click on the banner and read more information. Next thing I knew, I was filling out consent forms and NDAs for a chance to visit what was called “Bitch Breaker Ranch”. A retired cattle ranch in Wyoming that had been converted into a retired porn producers playground.

It only took a day after submitting my paperwork for someone to contact me from the ranch. A short questionnaire was conducted before I was told my application was approved. After the approval came an email asking about how long I’d like to stay on the ranch. I elected a full months stay, used the money I’d planned on putting toward a new apartment after graduation to finance the trip and scheduled it.

Now, as I stood outside the airport awaiting the van to arrive to take me the rest of the way to the ranch, I could feel myself getting nervous. My palms growing sweaty as I carried a backpack over my shoulder. The warm air hanging over me as I spotted the newer white passenger van pull up and stop right in front of me. My hand rested on the door handle before pulling it and stepping inside. I pulled the door closed and subjected myself to total darkness as the van had been stripped of its seats and paneling had been put up between the drivers seat and the cargo area. I couldn’t see a thing as I felt the van start to move forward nearly sending me tumbling to the ground.
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This is a new writing of a scene I’ve posted before. In this prompt, you will be playing the retired porn producer on the ranch. There are no ranch hands or other people involved. My character and your character are the only two around.

If you’d like character references for me, I’m happy to provide them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

I’d never really been one to make wagers or anything like that, but getting drunk this past weekend was an exception. You see, UT was playing against Georgia and I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to make a bet with a guy I’d met at a bar. If UT wins, he comes to my place and is basically my errand boy for a week. He’d be cleaning, doing laundry, chores, whatever I wanted.

However, if he won, I’d be going back to Georgia with him to do the same. Except, it wasn’t his apartment that I’d be doing all of this in. It was his fraternity house that I’d be doing this in. He wasn’t some nobody here from out of town. He was a fraternity president at one of the biggest and most problematic fraternities on Georgia’s campus.

I thought I had the win in the bag. The game was coming down to the final minutes and Tennessee was leading by 5. I’d talked a fair amount of shit to him and had continued to do so as Tennessee handed the ball off to keep the clock running. I watched in dismay as the running back for Tennessee fumbled the ball and Georgia picked it up and returned it for a go-ahead touchdown with less than a minute remaining. My fate was sealed when Tennessee fumbled the kickoff and Georgia recovered it.

Despite not wanting to go with the drunken bet, I knew I had to. I was a woman of my word and knew that I’d be riding back to Georgia with this guy and his friends tonight. It was hardly another 20 minutes before I walked out of the bar with this guy and his friends in tow. They all barked like madmen and harassed me as well as any other fan walking down the sidewalk or inside of the parking garage they had parked their maroon SUV in.

Gone was the playfulness from earlier. A callous cruel nature replaced it as we reached the vehicle. I remained in my plaid Tennessee orange skirt and white top as the men wore an assortment of Georgia jerseys and tee’s. I started to feel more like a trophy than a woman at this point, but I had no idea how deep I’d gotten myself into this already.

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This is a scene I’ve never played out before and am hoping to find a partner for. If you’re interested, please let me know. I have references for my character I’d be more than happy to share.

I’m also happy to discuss details before we get started.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Trying to get married during the pandemic was a pain in the ass. Dealing with logistics, travel, venues, restrictions, all of it led to a lot of stress and nothing coming of it. Through all of that stress, my husband and I decided it was best for us to elope instead. We got married sitting on our couch in our apartment and it had now been almost 5 years since that happened.

Also because of Covid, we never got to have a honeymoon with one another. If we’d gotten to go on one back then, we likely would have gone to the Caribbean to relax for a couple of weeks. The two of us alone, in our little vanilla relationship that sparked back in college. Now, things would be a hell of a lot different.

As a matter of fact, things are a lot different now. The little vanilla relationship we had back then had evolved over time. We’ve grown kinkier and more experienced and now, with a two week solo trip planned on an adult cruise with the destination being a swingers resort in the Caribbean, I had a plan. My husband would be staying at home, and I’d be on my first solo trip as a hotwife.

Yes, while my husband stays at home and takes care of my garden, the dogs, and the house chores, I’d be on my own enjoying whomever I chose to. I’d already started networking a bit through a social media page for the cruise. Before my feet ever touched the little bridge to walk onto the ship, I already had a cruise “boyfriend” who I planned to worship like a god.
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I will be playing a 31-year-old average and unsuspecting woman. I work a normal job, come off as sweet, introverted, and innocent to my friends. The cruise and vacation is a getaway where I will very much be submitting to a man I’ve never met in person before.

My husband, though not present, would be receiving photos and videos frequently to be reminded that my “boyfriend” gets things my husband never gets from me.

I have character references available if you’d like to see them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Trying to get married during the pandemic was a pain in the ass. Dealing with logistics, travel, venues, restrictions, all of it led to a lot of stress and nothing coming of it. Through all of that stress, my husband and I decided it was best for us to elope instead. We got married sitting on our couch in our apartment and it had now been almost 5 years since that happened.

Also because of Covid, we never got to have a honeymoon with one another. If we’d gotten to go on one back then, we likely would have gone to the Caribbean to relax for a couple of weeks. The two of us alone, in our little vanilla relationship that sparked back in college. Now, things would be a hell of a lot different.

As a matter of fact, things are a lot different now. The little vanilla relationship we had back then had evolved over time. We’ve grown kinkier and more experienced and now, with a two week solo trip planned on an adult cruise with the destination being a swingers resort in the Caribbean, I had a plan. My husband would be staying at home, and I’d be on my first solo trip as a hotwife.

Yes, while my husband stays at home and takes care of my garden, the dogs, and the house chores, I’d be on my own enjoying whomever I chose to. I’d already started networking a bit through a social media page for the cruise. Before my feet ever touched the little bridge to walk onto the ship, I already had a cruise “boyfriend” who I planned to worship like a god.
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I will be playing a 31-year-old average and unsuspecting woman. I work a normal job, come off as sweet, introverted, and innocent to my friends. The cruise and vacation is a getaway where I will very much be submitting to a man I’ve never met in person before.

My husband, though not present, would be receiving photos and videos frequently to be reminded that my “boyfriend” gets things my husband never gets from me.

I have character references available if you’d like to see them.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Being a mother to an attractive daughter had been something that had caused me stress for years. Was it bad stress? No, not necessarily, but it was stress nonetheless. The constant arguing because of boys, the heartbreak for my daughter, the manipulation she suffered because she seemed to pick the worst young men. It was constant.

Thankfully, with her now in college it wasn’t quite as constant of an issue. Sure, she had flings and stuff she would tell me about, but going to college three hours from home, I rarely met any of the guys she dated. The few she brought home… they weren’t exactly the type I liked anyway. Meek, passive, buttoned up, it just wasn’t the type of man I thought she would go after.

Honestly, it kind of robbed me of the fun of flirting with these guys. I’d always liked my men on the younger side as it is. 21-24 was my sweet spot. As a 50-year-old single woman who carried herself well, I didn’t have trouble finding myself men. Honestly, it was a little too easy to get a guy, especially one my daughter’s age, wrapped around my finger. It almost defeated the challenge and fun in it, but the sex was usually incredible.

Anyhow, this week was my daughter’s spring break and she was coming to spend it at home with her new boyfriend. I’d not met this man yet, but I had seen photos. I couldn’t lie, he was different from the last few guys. He appeared to be athletic, was handsome, and did not seem to lack any kind of confidence.

Almost immediately upon their arrival at the house, I was taken aback by this young man. He was confident, didn’t shy away from flirting with me in front of my daughter, and even complimented me. In addition, he was a very attractive young man standing at about 6’3” tall. His presence was commanding. I couldn’t help but to lust after him a bit after I was in bed.

That lustful feeling was helped along when I heard my daughter moaning out his name on the other side of the house. Her bedroom just like mine was on the first floor. As I laid in bed listening I heard slapping, gagging, the headboard slamming into the wall. It was pretty clear he wanted me to hear what was happening. Honestly, it made me jealous hearing all of this happening.

The next morning came rather quickly and I awoke to a text message from my daughter.

“Out with the girls all day today. Anthony was going to come, but he’s not feeling well so he’s staying at the house today. Love you! ❤️❤️”

I couldn’t help but to be fascinated by this. I had the house to myself with my daughter’s 22-year-old boyfriend. My stomach filled with butterflies as I got myself up and out of bed into my robe and strode out into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Last night’s performance from my daughter and her boyfriend still replaying in my head as I worked to fix a pot of coffee for myself.

What I didn’t know at this point is that the performance in the bedroom was done intentionally. This young man, he wasn’t just some well intentioned man dating my daughter. He dominated her. He controlled who she talked to, what she wore, how she talked and she loved every second of it. He even fucked other women in front of her just to show her that he could. Now, I was the target he was after. He didn’t stay home today just because he was sick. He wanted me to himself for the full day to break me down and make me submit fully to him even if that meant blackmailing me into it.
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Hey there! Thanks for reading my prompt. If you’re interested, please feel free to shoot me a message and ask any questions you have.

I think it’s best that my character makes the first move on him. He can let me come onto him knowing if he got a photo or short video when I wasn’t looking that he could make me do anything he wanted me to. He’d want to take any and all power from me and be doing so behind my daughter’s back.

I can also see him having brought toys along with him. Handcuffs, collar, leash, spreader bar, gag, stuff like that. I also have a toy collection in my bedroom he’d be able to take advantage of.

I could also see him restraining me for when my daughter returns home. There could be a scene where he makes me watch all of the dirty and humiliating things he does to her regularly.

I have character references available to share for my character. If you’d like to see them, all you have to do is ask.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

I always hated making the drive bs k home from college, but this time I felt much more secure having one of my best friends with me. It wasn’t that it was a long drive, but I didn’t like traveling at night. In fact, I’d never liked traveling at night throughout my life. It didn’t matter if it was in a plane or in a car, something south it just gave me the creeps.

As we drove along a state route nearly an hour from our destination, I saw a pair of headlights pull onto the road behind me. I didn’t think much of it until a set of blue lights came on and the vehicle grew closer to my vehicle. Thinking this police officer might just want to pass me, I pulled onto a dirt road adjacent to the state route and came to a stop.

As I took a breath, the cop pulled in behind us and turned on his spotlight. The light shining into the mirrors made it impossible for either of us to see the cop as he exited his car. I was in a panic never having been pulled over before. I didn’t know what to do and my friend could see from the passenger seat that I was rather nervous. She turned the radio down to a whisper and we both sat in our seats awaiting the cops to reach my window which I had lowered.

As we waited, I went through my head trying to think what could have made this cop pull us over. I wasn’t speeding, my registration and insurance were both up to date, the car was pretty new so there couldn’t have been a headlight or taillight out. I was totally at a loss for what could have prompted this officer to want to pull me over.

Unluckily enough for my friend and I, this officer was a sheriffs deputy from a small Tennessee county. He didn’t have a reason to pull us over aside from his own boredom and the power he wielded. He’d seen us rumbling down the state route and made out two young attractive women as he sat bored in his patrol car. With the sheriffs department in this county being corrupt and its power being unchecked, who knows what kinda fun he could have.

As he approached the car, I could hear his boots crunching atop the loose gravel on the road. My eyes able to see his silhouette in the mirror as he carried his flashlight in one hand. In his mind, he was thinking back one other traffic stops he’d made and how he’d had women do just about whatever he wanted to be let go. With any luck, he’d have me and my friend in handcuffs working hard to make him forget he’d ever seen us pass through here. With no dash or body cams, it’s not like there would be any witnesses anyhow.
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Hey there! This is darker and based on a porno I’d seen this morning where two women are pulled over by a cop and he takes advantage of them. I thought it was pretty hot so I figured why not try to make a story out of it here?

If you’re interested, let me know. happy to share character references for me and for my friend if you’d like to see them.

Happy to discuss details and answer questions you may have before we get started.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Being a mother to an attractive daughter had been something that had caused me stress for years. Was it bad stress? No, not necessarily, but it was stress nonetheless. The constant arguing because of boys, the heartbreak for my daughter, the manipulation she suffered because she seemed to pick the worst young men. It was constant.

Thankfully, with her now in college it wasn’t quite as constant of an issue. Sure, she had flings and stuff she would tell me about, but going to college three hours from home, I rarely met any of the guys she dated. The few she brought home… they weren’t exactly the type I liked anyway. Meek, passive, buttoned up, it just wasn’t the type of man I thought she would go after.

Honestly, it kind of robbed me of the fun of flirting with these guys. I’d always liked my men on the younger side as it is. 21-24 was my sweet spot. As a 50-year-old single woman who carried herself well, I didn’t have trouble finding myself men. Honestly, it was a little too easy to get a guy, especially one my daughter’s age, wrapped around my finger. It almost defeated the challenge and fun in it, but the sex was usually incredible.

Anyhow, this week was my daughter’s spring break and she was coming to spend it at home with her new boyfriend. I’d not met this man yet, but I had seen photos. I couldn’t lie, he was different from the last few guys. He appeared to be athletic, was handsome, and did not seem to lack any kind of confidence.

Almost immediately upon their arrival at the house, I was taken aback by this young man. He was confident, didn’t shy away from flirting with me in front of my daughter, and even complimented me. In addition, he was a very attractive young man standing at about 6’3” tall. His presence was commanding. I couldn’t help but to lust after him a bit after I was in bed.

That lustful feeling was helped along when I heard my daughter moaning out his name on the other side of the house. Her bedroom just like mine was on the first floor. As I laid in bed listening I heard slapping, gagging, the headboard slamming into the wall. It was pretty clear he wanted me to hear what was happening. Honestly, it made me jealous hearing all of this happening.

The next morning came rather quickly and I awoke to a text message from my daughter.

“Out with the girls all day today. Anthony was going to come, but he’s not feeling well so he’s staying at the house today. Love you! ❤️❤️”

I couldn’t help but to be fascinated by this. I had the house to myself with my daughter’s 22-year-old boyfriend. My stomach filled with butterflies as I got myself up and out of bed into my robe and strode out into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Last night’s performance from my daughter and her boyfriend still replaying in my head as I worked to fix a pot of coffee for myself.

What I didn’t know at this point is that the performance in the bedroom was done intentionally. This young man, he wasn’t just some well intentioned man dating my daughter. He dominated her. He controlled who she talked to, what she wore, how she talked and she loved every second of it. He even fucked other women in front of her just to show her that he could. Now, I was the target he was after. He didn’t stay home today just because he was sick. He wanted me to himself for the full day to break me down and make me submit fully to him even if that meant blackmailing me into it.
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Hey there! Thanks for reading my prompt. If you’re interested, please feel free to shoot me a message and ask any questions you have.

I think it’s best that my character makes the first move on him. He can let me come onto him knowing if he got a photo or short video when I wasn’t looking that he could make me do anything he wanted me to. He’d want to take any and all power from me and be doing so behind my daughter’s back.

I can also see him having brought toys along with him. Handcuffs, collar, leash, spreader bar, gag, stuff like that. I also have a toy collection in my bedroom he’d be able to take advantage of.

I have character references available to share for my character. If you’d like to see them, all you have to do is ask.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

Where did I think I was going to be 6 months after graduating with my masters? I imagined a decent job in my field of study, working a steady 9-5 style job. The kind of thing any college graduate would expect when they put in the work. It’s too bad for me that what I imagined hadn’t happened.

Instead of that 9-5 I thought I’d be working, I found myself tending bar at a beat up biker bar on the edge of town. It wasn’t glamorous, but I did typically get tipped pretty well. I wasn’t what the mostly male patrons expected to find working there. I was sure they expected women in their 40s and 50s tending the bar, but instead they found a fairly innocent looking blonde 25-year-old with her hair up in pigtails.

My innocent look didn’t exactly do me any favors with the other bartenders or customers. I had to get used to customers grabbing at me or slapping my ass as I walked by. It wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed, but I just smiled and took it knowing it would likely get me better tips. The first time it had happened, I ran my mouth to the guy and called him a pig before my manager made me apologize to him for “being a bitch” as she put it.

A few weeks into working at the bar, I met a guy there that had caught my attention. He was older than I’d usually go for and had a real bad boy vibe about him. Despite my innocent look, I did like a bit of an adventurous side so I decided to flirt with him a bit when I saw him. After a couple weeks of this, he invited me back to his place with him after one of my shifts. My co-workers knew this guy was dangerous and a massive misogynist, but they didn’t want to warn me. They didn’t like me anyway, so they encouraged me to go with him.

Who was this guy? He was a near 40-year-old felon that had his arms decorated with tattoos. He stayed in good shape, had brown hair down to his shoulders, dressed in denim and leather. I couldn’t deny he was hot.

He’s been arrested and spent time in jail for everything from sexual assault to illegal weapons possession to drug trafficking. He wasn’t going to tell me any of that. It’s not like he wanted me to be his girlfriend or something. He wanted me to be his object. He wanted to show me off like some kind of trophy. He wanted to ruin me.

As I strode out of the bar when my shift ended, I spotted him straddling his motorcycle. I couldn’t help but smile as I approached him for the first time outside of work. My legs carried me as he stepped off of his motorcycle with a smirk on his face while he flicked a cigarette away.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into as I approached him. I was stepping out of the normal world into a dark hole that I wouldn’t be able to escape from once I got onto his motorcycle to ride off with him to his home. His home was the second floor of his garage on the outskirts of town in an old industrial area that featured many abandoned buildings. This was the perfect spot for him to host card games, get togethers with his friends, and to get up to no good.

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This is a new one for me! Yes, it is dark and will feature plenty of non-con and dark themes. I do envision my character getting blackmailed and spiraling into doing more and more depraved things to keep him from ruining my life. If you’re up for it, I’d love to play this out.

I’m happy to share character references for my character. I’m also happy to discuss details before we get going.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

[F4M] - My First Bull Dominates my Marriage

I couldn’t believe how nice of a time I’d had at dinner. A nice meal, a couple of expensive drinks, and a bunch of laughs with an old friend. The best part of it all? Neither I nor my friend paid for any of the dinner. My husband was kind enough to fund my little date for us.

Why would my husband do this? Well, in the recent past, my husband had admitted a desire to be cuckolded. Admittedly, I don’t know much about that world and am rather submissive myself. I made as much clear to him when he brought the idea up a few months ago, but he kept pushing it until I got frustrated with him. When I snapped at him and told him it wouldn’t happen, I had no idea what it would lead to.

With him feeling a little neglected, he started to search for a domme. He did this without telling me, which is not something I wanted. It didn’t take long for me to catch him texting another woman and for me to shut it down. Honestly, it pissed me off that he thought this was okay and led to a massive argument where I started to really think about things between my husband and I.

I knew I wasn’t as kinky as my husband and that being dominant toward him wasn’t really something I knew how to navigate. In knowing this, I decided to reach out to an ex-boyfriend of mine. I knew he was kinky, rather open minded, and very much on the dominant side. I thought for sure he could help me with getting a little kinkier and also thought that talking to him would be a nice little punishment for my husband.

I had no idea talking to my ex would have led to us setting up a date. Under the guidance of my ex, I purchased a chastity cage that my husband had now been wearing for three days. In addition, my husband paid for my date with my ex-boyfriend and was waiting outside in his car to pick us up and accompany me to my ex-boyfriend’s home.

My husband had no idea what was in store for him. My ex had agreed to dominate me, but as punishment for my husband’s infidelity, he would also be submitting to my ex. As for what that submission included, I didn’t dare ask for details. All I knew is that my ex made it very clear to me that I was his property and that meant my husband was his as well.
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Here is another take on a cuckolding story. In this scene, my husband would be involved, but I’m happy to discuss to what extent.

If you’re bisexual or enjoy humiliating men, this one is for you.

I WILL BE PLAYING MY HUSBANDS CHARACTER. I DO NOT MEED SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY HIM.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, CNC. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

I couldn’t believe how nice of a time I’d had at dinner. A nice meal, a couple of expensive drinks, and a bunch of laughs with an old friend. The best part of it all? Neither I nor my friend paid for any of the dinner. My husband was kind enough to fund my little date for us.

Why would my husband do this? Well, in the recent past, my husband had admitted a desire to be cuckolded. Admittedly, I don’t know much about that world and am rather submissive myself. I made as much clear to him when he brought the idea up a few months ago, but he kept pushing it until I got frustrated with him. When I snapped at him and told him it wouldn’t happen, I had no idea what it would lead to.

With him feeling a little neglected, he started to search for a domme. He did this without telling me, which is not something I wanted. It didn’t take long for me to catch him texting another woman and for me to shut it down. Honestly, it pissed me off that he thought this was okay and led to a massive argument where I started to really think about things between my husband and I.

I knew I wasn’t as kinky as my husband and that being dominant toward him wasn’t really something I knew how to navigate. In knowing this, I decided to reach out to an ex-boyfriend of mine. I knew he was kinky, rather open minded, and very much on the dominant side. I thought for sure he could help me with getting a little kinkier and also thought that talking to him would be a nice little punishment for my husband.

I had no idea talking to my ex would have led to us setting up a date. Under the guidance of my ex, I purchased a chastity cage that my husband had now been wearing for three days. In addition, my husband paid for my date with my ex-boyfriend and was waiting outside in his car to pick us up and accompany me to my ex-boyfriend’s home.

My husband had no idea what was in store for him. My ex had agreed to dominate me, but as punishment for my husband’s infidelity, he would also be submitting to my ex. As for what that submission included, I didn’t dare ask for details. All I knew is that my ex made it very clear to me that I was his property and that meant my husband was his as well.
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Here is another take on a cuckolding story. In this scene, my husband would be involved, but I’m happy to discuss to what extent.

If you’re bisexual or enjoy humiliating men, this one is for you.

I WILL BE PLAYING MY HUSBANDS CHARACTER. I DO NOT MEED SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY HIM.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, CNC. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

I couldn’t believe how nice of a time I’d had at dinner. A nice meal, a couple of expensive drinks, and a bunch of laughs with an old friend. The best part of it all? Neither I nor my friend paid for any of the dinner. My husband was kind enough to fund my little date for us.

Why would my husband do this? Well, in the recent past, my husband had admitted a desire to be cuckolded. Admittedly, I don’t know much about that world and am rather submissive myself. I made as much clear to him when he brought the idea up a few months ago, but he kept pushing it until I got frustrated with him. When I snapped at him and told him it wouldn’t happen, I had no idea what it would lead to.

With him feeling a little neglected, he started to search for a domme. He did this without telling me, which is not something I wanted. It didn’t take long for me to catch him texting another woman and for me to shut it down. Honestly, it pissed me off that he thought this was okay and led to a massive argument where I started to really think about things between my husband and I.

I knew I wasn’t as kinky as my husband and that being dominant toward him wasn’t really something I knew how to navigate. In knowing this, I decided to reach out to an ex-boyfriend of mine. I knew he was kinky, rather open minded, and very much on the dominant side. I thought for sure he could help me with getting a little kinkier and also thought that talking to him would be a nice little punishment for my husband.

I had no idea talking to my ex would have led to us setting up a date. Under the guidance of my ex, I purchased a chastity cage that my husband had now been wearing for three days. In addition, my husband paid for my date with my ex-boyfriend and was waiting outside in his car to pick us up and accompany me to my ex-boyfriend’s home.

My husband had no idea what was in store for him. My ex had agreed to dominate me, but as punishment for my husband’s infidelity, he would also be submitting to my ex. As for what that submission included, I didn’t dare ask for details. All I knew is that my ex made it very clear to me that I was his property and that meant my husband was his as well.
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Here is another take on a cuckolding story. In this scene, my husband would be involved, but I’m happy to discuss to what extent.

If you’re bisexual or enjoy humiliating men, this one is for you.

I WILL BE PLAYING MY HUSBANDS CHARACTER. I DO NOT MEED SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY HIM.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, CNC. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods