(F4A) The night had started with excitement and anticipation cracking in the air like static. The shimmering fabric of my dress caught the dim light of our apartment, making me feel alluring and confident. I had dressed up for what was supposed to be an nudes
[F4M] I want you to be my real daddy…who has always watched me and been affectionate with me and now comes to my bed every chance he gets. Suddenly getting bold and touching my tiny little pussy…I’m super kinky and this kink stems from trauma 🫣
When we started the internship at the law firm, they told us only half of us would earn a job but the rest of would be ‘taken care of’, I just didn’t realize that would mean being forced to a submissive trophy wife for one of the winners
(F/A) This all started when you confessed your love and I rejected you. So you gagged and tied me up so you could keep me all to yourself and you've been taking photos of me as blackmail. Telling me that everyone will know how much of a slut I am if I r
(F4A) Within the dimly lit basement, the rough edges of concrete pillars loom around me like silent sentinels. The industrial-style light hanging overhead casts an intense beam on my form, making the shadows dance on the unfinished walls. My breathing is
I’m the virgin daughter of a rich merchant, captured by a bandit. My father hires you to come save me, and you find the bandit right before he can fuck me. You fight him and win but I don’t know who won from where I’m bound and blindfolded in the o
(F4A) I checked the clock on the wall of the sterile training room—6:00 PM sharp. The sleek, modern room was lined with various high-tech training devices, each one meticulously maintained and sanitized after every session. The metallic sheen of the eq
[M4F] BWC ALPHA BULLY, I CAN FEED ANY GIRL I play as the strong bully of your little brother/son/Friend, as you'll try to defende him you'll end up enslaved to my bitchbreaker cock (only submissive sluts far into submion and into cucking dynamic)
(F4A) The rope bites into my wrists as they stretch towards the dark posts of the bed. Standing with my arms and legs spread wide, I feel the familiar tension in my muscles—both a constant companion and an ominous reminder of my current situation. The