u/YogurtNutMix

All characters are 18+

Every Friday night ended up the same. My parents would go out and not return until late. My older brother, Max would also go out, but return slightly earlier than our parents so that they didn’t find out that he was partying every weekend, and I, despite the fact that at eighteen, I was the baby of the family, would be the only responsible one in the house, and stay at home.

I didn’t mind, really. It was nice to have the place to myself, and I’d gotten quite used to the peace and quiet every Friday night, but that all changed one weekend, when Max arrived home earlier than expected, and far drunker than expected, too.

“Sorry” his friend, Ben said, holding my brother up as he stood at our front door. “He had a bit much”.

“It’s only ten” I said, watching as Max drooled on himself. “Bring him in” I sighed, stepping aside as Ben heaved my drunken brother into the house.

I’d only met Ben once or twice. He seemed like a nice guy, and judging by his biceps that were bulging inside the tight shirt he was wearing, he didn’t need my help to haul Max onto the sofa. When he was finished, he stood up and wiped his brow.

“For a skinny guy” he said, smiling, “he’s heavy as fuck”.

“It’s his big head” I replied, as Max grunted and turned over. He began snoring a few seconds later.

“Your folks are probably going to be pissed” Ben said, and I shrugged.

“I’ll get him to bed before they get home” I told him, “they won’t notice”.

“Do you need help?” He asked, and I glanced at him, noting how handsome he actually was. I felt my cheeks blush slightly as I shook my head.

“I’m good” I said, “do you want a glass of water or something? You look exhausted”.

“It’s been a long day” Ben told me, “water would be great”.

Ben was around twenty one or twenty two. Compared to my brother, he seemed to have everything going for him. He was handsome, fit and polite, and I couldn’t take my mind off him as I walked into the kitchen and returned a moment later with his water.

“This you?” He grinned, turning an old photograph around to me. I blushed again and nodded stiffly. “You were cute” he chuckled, which made my heart skip a beat. The young man took the glass and downed the contents in one, but when he finished, he didn’t move. Instead, he stared directly into my eyes. “You’re still cute”.

I thought I was hearing things. I stared at him for a moment, trying to make sense of what he’d just said, until he shook his head.

“I’m sorry” he scoffed, “I’ve had too much to drink, I uh… I shouldn’t have said that”.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I was still stunned by the words, but I could tell that he was quickly regretting them.

“It’s fine” I managed, “don’t worry about it”.

Everything fell silent as the tension in the room became palpable. We both stood, awkwardly and turned our attention toward Max, who was still snoring.

“Is he always that loud?” Ben asked.

“Pretty much” I replied, and suddenly, I felt Ben’s hand against my back.

“Thanks for the water” he said, as I froze.

“D… Do you want a coffee?” I asked, before I could even recall if we had coffee. The handsome young man smiled at me again, but shook his head.

“I should go” he told me, and for some reason, my heart ached.

“How about a beer?” I blurted, as he stepped toward the door. “I think my dad has some beers in the kitchen”.

Ben stopped walking, but he didn’t turn around. I stared at his muscular back and broad shoulders, and my brain felt like it was going to explode as I realised what was happening. Finally, he looked back at me and nodded.

“Sure” he said, “just one”.

My hands shook as I dragged open the refrigerator and scanned it for beer. In the space of ten minutes, I’d become more nervous than a high-schooler on their first date, and when I eventually found the bottles, I grabbed them and paused.

“Chill the fuck out, Jake” I whispered to myself. “You’re making a fool of yourself”.

When I returned, only slightly calmer than I’d been when I left, I found Ben sitting on my dad’s armchair. I handed him a bottle and sat down on the chair next to my unconscious brother.

“So” I said, as my brain glitched.

“So” he replied, taking a sip.

“Have you known Max long?” I asked, and cringed. What a stupid question.

“Long enough” he smiled, “you?”

The two of us stared at each other, and before I could answer him, we both burst into laughter. It lasted for longer than I thought possible, and even when we eventually settled down, we couldn’t wipe the smiles from our faces.

“I told you I’d had too much to drink” he chuckled.

“One more won’t hurt” I told him, and watched as he slipped the bottle into his mouth. The image made me shiver excitedly.

“You got a girlfriend?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“You?”

“Had” he replied, “not anymore”.

“Sorry to hear”.

“Don’t be” he said, “shit happens”.

Once again, the atmosphere in the room changed. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and Ben didn’t seem very forthcoming, either. We both sipped quietly, until he cleared his throat.

“This is going to sound strange” he said, and my eyes flicked up to him. In that moment, there was nothing that my brother’s best friend could say that would sound strange to me.

“What is it?” I asked, and he laughed to himself and shook his head.

“God, I’m going to regret this tomorrow” he chuckled, “but would you like to fuck?”

ALL PARTIES MENTIONED WERE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18 WHEN THIS HAPPENED.

Growing up, my mom would never let me play videogames. She believed that the way video games glorified violence would corrupt me, and my abusive father didn't know enough about videogames to disagree with her. After my father passed, my mom started dating. Most of the time, she would keep these men hidden from me until she saw long-term potential in them. Eventually, she began dating my now stepdad.

He was a gamer, but my mom still stood firm on her stance that these weren't things her boy should be exposed to, even as I was going into my first year of college. My stepfather disagreed. Whenever my mom would leave us alone, he would invite me to play games with him. It was tons of fun, and I looked forward to my mom going to yoga or a girls night so that he and I could game. BUT while we were gaming, he had one rule. If one of us ever lost, the loser would have to do whatever the winner wanted for 60 seconds. As you can imagine, as someone with basically no videogame experience prior to this, other than some friends who would let me play theirs in secret from time to time, I didn't win. Ever.

At first this started out harmless. He would make me take a shot of hot sauce or do 30 jumping-jacks, but after a couple weeks his punishments became naughty. He would have me remove an article of clothing after every loss until I was completely naked. While naked, he'd have me do more jumping-jacks or give myself spanking. Soon, he began giving me the spankings. He'd tell me to "Spread those cheeks" and he'd take pictures of me while I did. It was obvious that I was enjoying this humiliation as my cock would get harder and harder as it went on.

"I want you to sit on my lap for the next game," he said in his gruff, masculine voice. As always, I did as I was told. I sat on his lap and could immediately feel how hard he was, even through his jeans. I had never been with a man or a woman at this point in my life. My heart began to pound and I could feel myself shaking with nerves and excitement. We played another game. I was endlessly distracted by his cock rubbing against my bare ass and, as usual, got completely destroyed.

Immediately, he told me "I want you to bend over and spread your cheeks again. Then, close your eyes". I did as I was told and before I could process what was happening, I felt his warm tongue meet my asshole. He began to lick me up and down. I'd feel his scruffy beard tickle my hole and make me pucker. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure as his mouth explored my asshole. He would lift his hand and spank my cheeks hard while he tongue-fucked me. This lasted for 60 seconds before he stopped, and ordered me to sit back on his lap. I opened my eyes and did as I was told, but this time he had taken his jeans off. I sat with his cock between my cheeks, pressing on my wet asshole. He moaned deeply in my ear and quickly loaded up another game. Again, I lost.

"Turn around and lick my cock," he ordered. I did as I was told and stood up, tuned around, and got on my knees. This was my first time seeing his cock. It was big, much bigger than mine, probably 7.5" and thick. His crotch was hairy, but trimmed. I had never sucked cock before but I had seen enough porn to take an educated guess. I began to lick up and down his shaft. He let out deep moans as he ran his fingers through my hair. I took his tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around. He clenched his hands and began to force his cock deeper into my mouth. I quickly began to gag, but he still held my head down for another 10 seconds or so. He let go and I went right back to licking his shaft and balls. Before long he lifted my head off of his cock and told me to get back onto his lap.

I sat back down pressing my asshole onto his hard, wet cock. I could feel my hole wink, my body was subconsciously begging for his cock. We played again, I was so horny i could hardly focus. Not that it mattered, at this point I wanted to lose and I did. He pushed me off him and walked away, towards his bedroom. He immediately came back with a tube that said "KY Jelly" on it. He put it on the table and, without a word, forced my head into the couch. He grabbed me hips and pulled my ass up. I heard the metallic clang of his belt hitting the floor as he got undressed fully. I heard him squirt the lube onto his hand felt him rub the cool gel into my asshole with his index finger. He pulled my cock back between my legs and began to suck. I let out a high-pitched moan as he slipped his finger in my asshole. I was in ecstasy. I had fingered my own hole plenty of times, but his meaty, calloused hands gave me a whole new sensation. He slipped two in and it made me moan even louder. I felt hole tighten as I was about to cum, and he stopped. "60 seconds is up" he told me as he sat back down on the couch. Without another word, I sat back on his lap, his cock pressed back up against my hole. "Good boy." he whispered into my ear, "I didn't even need to tell you this time." as we loaded another game.

I was now actively trying to lose as fast as possible, and it was obvious. My stepdad noticed and did his best to make me wait. I could feel myself slide my ass up and down his huge cock without meaning to, practically begging him to fuck me. Eventually, I lost again. He flipped me on my back and put my legs over my head. He squirted more gel onto his hand and began to stroke his cock. He spit on my asshole rubbed it as he pressed his cock against it. "Go slow..." I begged. He nodded without taking his eyes off my smooth asshole. I felt the tip slide in slowly and I moaned like a cheap whore. The deeper he pushed, the more it burned with pain. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't want to disappoint him. I let him get all the way in before I yelped in pain. He began to pull out "No!... It's ok. I can take it. I want it... please." I said with tears beginning to form in my eyes. He nodded and pressed himself back in, slowly. I moaned loud enough that the neighbors surely heard me.

He gradually got faster and faster as the pain grew more and more manageable. His manly moans mixed with mine and filled our house with sounds of pleasure. He grabbed my cock, his hands still slippery from the lube and began to give me a handjob. It was the best I had ever felt in my life up to that point, even through the pain. "I'm... Cumming...!" I managed to eek out through moans. My cock exploded with cum, shooting all over my torso, some even reaching my chin. I could feel my asshole begin to pulsate around my stepfathers cock. He began to moan loudly as he emptied his load into my hole. I could feel the warm liquid shoot deeper into me with every pulse of his cock. It was deeper inside me than anything had ever been. It felt amazing. After a moment he began to pull out.

A shiver ran through me as his warm cock left my body. Without saying anything, he got up and went to his room and shut the door behind him. I could hear running water as he turned the shower on. All I could do was lay there, feeling his cum leak out of my asshole as my cum ran down my side.

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I'll mostly be copying and pasting from the previous post, adding more details and answering many of the questions from the previous post in hopes of reducing the number of repetitive questions. I'm actively seeking a dominatrix/owner and have met several potential dominatrix/owners who are willing to move in with me and with whom I'm compatible (goals, personality, and fetishes). I'll only stop looking for a dominatrix if I decide to fully take ownership online or if I strike a serious deal with a potential dominatrix in real life.———

Hi!! This introduction may seem familiar, but I'm a tanned, curvy Asian woman looking for a white dominatrix/owner to serve me in real life. I've always loved the contrast between my tan and white skin and have slowly become a fan of WMAF and RacePlay on Twitter (I used to have a dedicated WMAF account). Being bigger and taller than me, as well as having Asian genes, has always appealed to me because I have a size fetish. I also enjoy being humiliated, called names, hurled racial slurs, and generally humiliated.

While I've never experienced this in real life due to my introverted and awkward personality, I find myself more expressive in these spaces. I want to be silly, thoughtless, and self-possessed. I've done worse on this platform, and I want to bring that to real life. I desperately want to serve my master like a sex doll for free. And yes, if my master wants it, his cock will be my first and last. The only cock I will worship and allow to be used on my body and orifices.

Seriously, I'm looking for a permanent white gentleman who would be willing to relocate so I can serve him better (a few minor issues to discuss, if any). I'd like to dedicate my life to you, if you'll at least respect my responsibilities and my situation outside of my fetish, which we'll discuss (I know it's a bit much, but I have some issues and haven't achieved full independence yet). I'm also looking for a master who understands how the dynamic works, not some self-proclaimed dominatrix who wants to take advantage of a submissive. When it comes to fetish-related matters, I prefer to rely on someone who is financially and emotionally stable. Someone with a larger build than me and open to a variety of topics. Someone who understands the importance of aftercare and the difference between fetish and actual abuse. Someone who wants to get to know me, not just as a submissive/slave, but also as a person.

I'm looking for mental and emotional domination, not just physical domination, so this requires a high level of mutual trust and respect (on the fetish's part). Completely trusting someone to take control of me is probably the most important thing for me (although I know it would take years to build such a relationship with my owner 😅, which is why I'm looking for a long-term relationship). I'd like to be able to serve in a year or two. I know there are many things to consider, but it would be better to serve and train at the first opportunity!

This might be a bit of a stretch, but my vision for this dynamic is that I will loyally serve my dominant, and she will treat me as her primary whore or slave. It would be nice to have just me and my home and arrange casual encounters, but I could also serve alongside my slaves as long as I'm their primary slave. Although I'm bisexual, I'm quite jealous and hate that feeling to the point of losing interest when it gets too strong. This means that romantic or more intimate feelings can come into play, but if my dominant wants it to be strictly D/S, I'm fine with that. I'm a great self-isolator, so you don't have to worry about things/emotions you find unpleasant. So if you're into having a long harem, we're not meant for each other.

As for my appearance, I'm tanned and curvy because I'm Southeast Asian (guess my nationality :3). I have G-cup breasts, so they're perfect for slapping, squeezing, sucking, and licking. However, I'm quite short—5'10" to be exact. I recently started going to the gym to lose weight and build muscle, so I hope I'll be in great shape when I meet a dominatrix.

I wear glasses, and people say I look Chinese because of my eyes. I have short hair, which I plan to grow out, and round cheeks, which I hope will slim down with weight loss. I have a thin upper lip and a thicker lower lip. I'd be happy to send you a non-personalized SFW photo.

Vacations include TPE, CNC, rope play, racing, humiliation/belittlement, piss play (but no drinking 😅), masochism (sorry, no hitting), hypnosis, edging, control, tasks, etc. Honestly, I'm open to anything.

Limitations include feces, vomiting, blackmail, extreme exhibitionism, toilet play, permanent damage, and blood/knife play.

Hi everyone! I'm happy to share my assignment with you. I promise you and your longtime girlfriend still live at home, and I'm on a gap year. Because of a recent car accident you were involved in, you have nightmares when you're not in bed with someone. But your girlfriend is having a rough day at her new job and has to leave early.

Your sister Elizabeth (the main character I play) (19 years old) has very elegant, short brown hair and green eyes, perfect thanks to her sports. She wears a size 34 bra. She usually dresses very elegantly. Favorite outfit: leggings and a flannel with a lime green Nike sports bra.

Your girlfriend Megan. (Age: 21 years old) She's usually very quiet, but she gets along well with both you and me. She has short auburn hair, which she usually ties in a ponytail.

Your character [insert name] (age: 23) (to be discussed, I just want you to have a big penis)

It's 5:30 a.m. Megan opens her eyes to the sound of her alarm clock, which is rapidly ringing. She turns it off. You're both naked in bed, and your arm is tightly wrapped around her waist. She looks at the calendar, checking what's going on today. She realizes she hasn't planned anything for you. She panics for a moment, then slowly pulls your hand away from her waist. "Don't wake up, don't wake up," she says calmly, standing up and nervously looking around for a moment. She quickly puts on her outfit for the day and goes to my room. She opens the door and walks over to me, asleep in my bed, dressed only in a flannel and leggings.

She grabs my shoulder and shakes me. "Elizabeth, please wake up," she says quietly. I open my eyes and look around for a moment, then sits up in bed and yawns loudly. “Never mind, Megan, it’s almost six in the morning,” I tell her with a smile, smoothing my hair. “I know, and I’m so sorry to ask you this now, but could you lie down with your brother for the rest of the morning until he wakes up?” I’m confused. I look at her for a moment. “What do you mean, ‘lie down with him’?” I ask, and she replies, “We haven’t told the rest of the family since the car accident, but he has nightmares unless he’s holding someone.” She giggles. “That’s so sweet. It’s sad, but sweet that he wants to hug you.” “You guys definitely need to find your own place soon, you know?” I say, and she rolls her eyes. “Okay, if that’s what you’re going to do, let’s go before he wakes up,” she says as I get up and follow her into the bedroom to see you naked under the covers. "You have to be naked too, don't worry, nothing will happen, he knows better, and besides, you have bigger breasts than me, so as soon as he wakes up, he'll realize it's not me," Megan says with a smile.

And I shake my head. "Oh my, sometimes I don't understand you." I say this not out of protest, because you've seen me naked on family trips and helped me put on and take off a few wetsuits. I quickly remove my flannel shirt, sports bra, and then my leggings. "Better?" I ask sarcastically as he opens the covers for me and I slide in. "Okay, make yourself comfortable, I promise he won't hurt you," he says in your defense. "I know he..." Well, besides, this isn't the first time we've been naked together; we're siblings," I say, both of us giggling. "Okay, if you need anything, just call," he waves. You wrap your arms around my waist and I slowly fall asleep. (Okay, that's the point! We can work on the stories individually. Remember to add a description of your character, and if you've read this far, tell me what your favorite fruit is.)

I want to launch a page that is either broadcast or filmed, where viewers have complete power over me. Users could manage my HiSmith using an app, select toys, playlists, intensity, and perhaps even watch me use my HRT.

Eventually, if it's feasible, I'd like to put multiple CCTV-style cameras in my room so I can become a hypnotic drone.

Which platform would I be able to utilise for this? (If any) or am I essentially characterising platforms similar to Chaturbate and OFans? From what I gather, those platforms dislike the notion of one person manipulating another.

I’d just finished midterms, meaning the air outside was crisp and bitter. Wrapped up in a hoodie and an abnormally thick coat, I unlocked the front door to my apartment and came in, gently dropping my backpack on the couch (not wanting to risk breaking my laptop for a second time).

When I glanced at the key hooks I saw all of them were empty, meaning all of my roommates were either home for the long weekend or still taking midterms. I figured a snack sounded good, so I unzipped my coat and went to my shared room, where I hid all my good treats in the closet. Insane that a fruit by the foot could be considered a good treat, but no food is truly safe from five other male roommates.

I tapped open the door with the pad of my fingers, seeing it partially open, and stepped in. My heart stuttered to a stop when the door swung open and invited the sight of my roommate laying back in bed, head tossed upwards, his fist tight around his throbbing cock.

My coat hung at my elbows. I was frozen. Heat rose to my cheeks as I gazed hungrily at the sight of my horny roommate bucking upwards into his own hand, emitting soft groans between every slight thrust. I inhaled sharply, realizing I had forgotten to breathe, which instantly drew his attention. His eyes snapped to mine, wide, equally as stunned as I was. I blinked. Frozen to the ground. And that’s when I realized his hand had never stopped pumping. He was still jerking himself off.

All at once I came to my senses, quickly yanking off my coat and turning around. “I-I am so sorry Zach-“ I choked, only to hear his pleading voice cry out.

“Wait!” He begged. I’d never heard his voice so raspy or needy. He must have been closed, based alone on the fact that his leg was twitching. “Come here.”

My eyes flickered to meet his. I bit my lip nervously. “I just needed to put my coat away, dude, you’re totally good don’t even worry abo-“ I stammered my way through the sentence, but he interrupted me once more.

“Please?” Zach’s voice was barely a whisper, and that’s when I understood what he meant. He wanted me.

I gazed at him, eyeing his body. He was the closest thing you could call a gym bro without being one. His body couldn’t have been sculpted by anyone less than a God. Tall. Muscular. His body covered in a perfect tan. Truth be told, I’d been thirsting over here since the day I’d met him at the beginning of this school year, so it was no surprise that I found myself closing our bedroom door and walking over to him, my coat sliding off of my limp arms.

I stood by his bed like some idiot. Do something, bastard! I berated myself. I met his gaze nervously.

His soft eyes were on mine. Understanding me. Seeing through me. He smiled gently and reached out, taking my hand and bringing me down onto his bed with him. I silently cursed our apartment owners for giving us such small beds, but quickly changed my mind when he suddenly pinned me down underneath him, his strong, warm hands against my cold shoulders.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him, my cheeks flushed harder than ever. His beautiful blue eyes slowly inspected me as if I was some sort of a prize. I shifted in embarrassment at his attention. “I thought you were straight.” I mumbled bashfully.

He left out a huff of laughter, his hot breath brushing my lips and making me shudder in pleasure. “No, CJ. I’m bisexual.” He placed his large hand on my chest. “Is this okay?” He murmured gently, eyes locked on my chest.

“Yes.” I blurted quickly.

He cracked a smile and slowly ran his hand up to my neck, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck. “You’re so cold.” He whispered, slowly resting his hips against mine. I instinctively bucked up into him, to which he responded with pushing his hips deeper into mine. “Not yet.” He cooed, cupping my jaw.

When his lips crashed against mine, I felt a surplus of heat enter me. My arms slid around his neck, desperately clutching him against my chest, afraid he’d suddenly change his mind. I felt him smile against my lips, his wet tongue slowly sliding along my mouth, silently asking for permission. I let out a soft moan, giving him just enough access to shove his tongue down my throat. In an instant he switched from a gentle dominant to a feral beast. His hips began rolling into me, his firm member rubbing against my own through my sweatpants. I spread my legs eagerly as I felt precum leaking into my clothes.

“Lift your hips.” He gasped as he pulled away from my lips to catch some air before shoving his tongue into me once more. I let out an eager whine and obeyed instantly, a slave to his husky words. His hands dropped my face to wrap around my waistband and his thumbs hooking into my boxers. In a flash he yanked off both layers, the cold air making me whimper. He didn’t even bother tugging them off my ankles before he turned his complete focus back on ravishing my mouth. His hands gripped the back of my head firmly as his tongue swirled against mine, making my heart throb furiously in my chest.

“Z-Zach?” I pushed him away slightly. His innocent, confused eyes met mine.

“Yes? Am I going too fast?” He said quickly, lifting his upper body off of me, his face twisted in concern.

“I’ve never done this before.” I admitted through a hushed voice.

Zach sighed in relief and relaxed on top of me. His free hand slowly massaged my scalp, his other hand sliding into mine, pinning it beside his head. “It’s okay.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ll take care of you.”

Let me know if you want part 2 :)