Next up in my book release schedule is Sweet Tidbits, my collection of ageplay erotica, which is available for preorder. This collection contains some very humiliating scenes.
What I’m working on: Switched gears and worked on the Cole/Laura/Steve story while continuing to write the two BDSM-as-religion stories. Updating my blog almost every day with new stories.
A few readers mentioned enjoying the F/f stories in Wicked Bites. And “Post-grad Plans” won the reader vote in the most recent poll. So, I endeavored to oblige both with this issue’s exclusive erotica effort. If you want more, please keep letting me know what you love and participating in the polls!
Continued from “Post-grad Plans”
Post-grad Play [MF/f]
Kara didn’t feel comfortable with the request, for a couple reasons. This wasn’t her house; it was Uncle Andrew’s house. So it wasn’t really up to her whether Madison could come stay.
But the main reason she didn’t want to say yes to her former college roommate’s request to visit was that Kara kind of had a full-time job now as Uncle Andrew’s slave, which came with part-time duties as a whore. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to go out partying and hooking up like they used to.
But Madison was as persistent and terrible at accepting “no” for an answer as always, so she found herself telling Uncle Andrew about it. Fully expecting that he would say no, and she could go back to Madison and say that now really wasn’t a great time for a visit.
To her shock, her dad’s best friend said yes, he would give Kara permission to host a guest for the long weekend.
“You said she’s coming Friday night and leaving Monday afternoon?” Uncle Andrew clarified.
“Yes. We haven’t seen each other since graduation.”
“Sounds like it’s about time for a visit then. You’ll have a few…appointments…on Thursday. So her visit won’t interfere with that at all. Your patrons would be disappointed if they had to reschedule your visits. Especially Carter. You remember Carter, Kara.”
Kara blushed hotly and mumbled something inarticulate. Not quite a protest. She didn’t dare. She would never forget the man called Carter. Or the things he did to her. Sometimes at night, she remembered that session in her dreams. Each time, she recalled different details. The most recent dream, she was lost in the darkness of the blindfold again, and she could hear the conversation between Uncle Andrew and Carter. They were talking about something mundane, something so utterly ordinary and normal, that she felt like she was losing her mind a bit. Because the whole time they were talking about their fantasy football draft picks and unexpected trades, she was whimpering at their feet. Her insides churning, twisting with pain from the enema solution Carter had forced into her. Uncle Andrew still didn’t let anyone else use her in the ass, which she was grateful for, but he and Carter were friends apparently, so he let Carter pay more for the privilege of giving her painful, humiliating enemas.
She remembered, in the dream, panting and groaning from the waves of cramping. Her lower abdomen was distended from the amount of fluid filling her colon. Something hot and smooth brushed her lips and she opened her mouth instinctively. Sucked urgently on Carter’s cock, hoping this meant he wouldn’t last as long during her fucking. She wasn’t going to be allowed to void the solution until after he was done fucking her pussy while the enema fucked her other hole.
She thought she heard Uncle Andrew and Carter talking about piercing her nipples, but maybe that was just something she dreamed, not something she remembered.
“Carter says you’re his favorite slut,” Uncle Andrew said, recalling her to the present. “He’s been very pleased with you, ever since that first time.”
The first time Carter had visited her in the free-standing studio on Uncle Andrew’s property, the place where he whored Kara out, he’d found her participation “lackluster”, as he put it. Carter had a script he had wanted her to follow, and he thought she’d been “unconvincing” in delivering some of the lines. He’d expressed his dissatisfaction to Uncle Andrew, her Master. Carter had watched Uncle Andrew punish her, and she’d had to give him a freebie, an extra session, where he didn’t pay at all. And the things he did to her then…the way he treated her…all the degrading shit he subjected her to…
When Carter came to visit her, which wasn’t often thank god, Kara made sure she was on her best behavior.
“Um, so when Madison gets here, where am I going to…I mean, where will I stay?” she asked hesitantly.
She had a bedroom, but she didn’t spend a whole lot of time there. It mostly stored all of her stuff, a lot of it still in boxes. Unless he was punishing her, she slept in Uncle Andrew’s bed. There was a collar and chain attached to the headboard, and he leashed her every night.
Uncle Andrew looked at her, one brow arched in inquiry. “I don’t see any reason to change our arrangement, do you, Kara?” he asked bluntly. “Or are we to celebrate a job offer you’ve received, one with adequate compensation to support yourself while paying off your student loans?”
Mute, chastened, she shook her head. Then sucked in a loud breath as Uncle Andrew reached out and palmed her breasts, thumbs rasping over her nipples.
“Just look at you. This is what you were born for, Kara,” Uncle Andrew said gently. “This body was made to be dominated.”
At his touch, Kara’s nipples had puckered into erect points. A rosy flush mantled her chest. His big, rough hand slid down her quivering belly, over her bare sex that he assiduously and meticulously shaved, and pressed up against her sex. She rose up on her heels, squirming like a worm pierced on a hook, only sinking back down when he removed his fingers, showing her the shiny traces of unmistakable arousal. Proof that she was a slut.
“Just look at you,” he repeated. “Only a slut responds like this. Your body prepares you to be fucked, Kara. That’s why I keep you naked in my house, hm? Part of keeping you ready for a fucking.”
Kara’s head bowed. She nodded, even though he wasn’t really asking her a question.
He sat down in the chair and crooked his finger at her. “Come here, slut. Take my cock out. See how hard I am…how hard your body makes me. You’re going to take care of it for me now.”
He widened his stance until he assumed the arrogant sprawl of a god. Kara straddled his thighs, unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants. Gently taking the heated iron bar of his cock out, stroking it with her hands. Positioning it at her sex, and then bearing down to impale herself on his rigid length. It would have been easier if she could have balanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, but he kept her wrists locked in his hands, down at her sides.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, slave,” Uncle Andrew growled.
Kara bounced on the thick, meaty dick splitting her pussy. She was glad he was giving her ass a break from being penetrated.It was still hard to take him back there, and she loved the way he felt in her pussy. Soon she was riding him urgently, grinding on top of him, not caring that she was shaking her tits right in front of his face.
God, I’m such a fucking slut, she thought helplessly. Just a horny, stupid slut.
It was as if Uncle Andrew could read her mind. “Yes,” he hissed tightly. “This is what you are, Kara. My natural-born slut. My perfect slave.”
Kara was resting, curled up on the couch. Uncle Andrew had gone to the airport to pick up her friend, giving her instructions to take a nap. She had needed it, after yesterday. Only two men had visited her, but one of them was Uncle Andrew’s friend Carter, and he had paid for three hours with her. Three long, interminable hours. By the end of it, Kara’s voice was almost totally gone, and she’d practically passed out. Uncle Andrew had to carry her into the bathtub.
No amount of soaping and scrubbing was going to erase the words Carter had written on her body though. The permanent marker would take a few weeks to totally fade.
Free use slut, he’d written over her pussy. Owned slave, on the inside of her right thigh. Needs it rough on her left.
She touched her nipples tenderly, was surprised that they didn’t show much evidence of the way Carter had abused them. As if it hadn’t happened. But it had.
She felt awkward about greeting Madison naked, so Uncle Andrew had given her permission to wear one of the night gowns he provided. It was diaphanous and floaty, the neckline low and the hem cut high. Still, better than nothing.
Then she heard them return. Voices, the car doors slamming, footsteps on the porch. She stood, twisting her hands together in a tight braid, biting her lip as the door swung open.
As soon as she met Madison’s eyes, she knew that Uncle Andrew had told her. Madison gave her wide eyes and a wicked smile.
“Why, hello, Kara,” she purred. “Or should I be calling her slave?”
This last part was directed at Uncle Andrew. Kara’s Master had carried in Madison’s bags and was putting them down.
“You can call her Kara,” he said, sounding amused. “Or slave. She answers to both.”
Madison giggled. “Omigod, I can’t believe it. I like, really can’t believe it. Kara, this is what you’ve been doing since graduation? No wonder we never hear from you.”
“Don’t be rude, Kara, come say hi to your friend.”
“Hey, Madison,” Kara said, approaching them while blushing furiously. “How was, um, the flight?”
“Great,” Madison replied. Her eyes were roving all over Kara’s body, in the see-through nightgown. “Wow, babe, you look great!”
“I’ve been making sure she eats healthy. None of that junk food or ramen. You college girls seem to subsist on.”
“I swear her tits look bigger, but maybe that’s just because her waist looks even smaller,” Madison said enviously. “Can I—may I—hug her?”
Uncle Andrew nodded. “Go ahead.”
Madison gave another giggle and then flounced over, closing the distance between them. Kara found herself in her former roommate’s embrace. Madison pressed her body close, wrapping her arms around Kara, shimmying against her in delight.
“Oh babe, we are going to have so much fun,” Madison whispered. “You never told me that your ‘uncle’ is such a Zaddy. I’d rather be his girlfriend instead of his slave, but you do you.” Raising her voice, Madison said sweetly, “Thanks for having me over, Mr. Nash.”
“You can call me Andrew, Madison. Why don’t I show you to your room?”
Madison sighed. She was luxuriating in the big guest bed, with all her limbs flung out like a starfish. She moved her arms up and down slowly like she was making a snow angel in the sheets. She brought her legs together, curling her limbs over Kara’s bound body, hooking her ankles together and increasing the pressure that kept Kara in place.
Her former roommate was lying on her front, arms tied behind her back. Her face was buried in Madison’s crotch, her mouth sucking, her tongue stabbing, a bit less energetically than before. She had been at it for quite a while.
Madison reached down and tugged Kara’s face up by her hair. The poor thing looked exhausted, her nose red, her chin and cheeks a mess of Madison’s juices.
“Good work, slave. You’re getting really good at this.”
She eased herself to lie next to Kara’s still form, running her hands all over the slave’s body, before turning her onto her side. Madison slid her fingers down Kara’s sternum, down to the seam of her sex, and slipped her finger right inside. Kara jerked in her arms, pushing her hips forward.
“Your pussy is sopping wet and you’re just coating my fingers,” Madison said, biting the shell of Kara’s ear. “Andrew was so right about you. You are a slave. You can’t control your own body, so we have to do it for you.”
Kara whimpered. Unclear if it was from Madison’s words or from having her pussy toyed with.
Madison really liked watching Kara being used. Andrew had showed her the collection of recordings he had of Kara getting fucked by men who paid for the privilege. She never would have guessed that her former roommate would be such a whore.
Kara’s pussy was really slippery now, and Madison’s fingers made a sucking noise as she fucked her. Kara moved her hips with restless urgency, circling and grinding.
She finally broke and croaked, “Please, Madison. Will you please let me come?”
Madison shivered at the sound of Kara begging her. Kara’s pussy was clenching on her fingers, the smooth flesh so fluid and sticky. Her abject neediness was just the biggest turn-on.
“Naughty, naughty, Kara! You know you’re not supposed to come. I’m going to have to tell Andrew you tried to get me to let you come. Bad slave. I can’t wait to watch him punish you.”
Kara let out a sob. She bucked back and forth like she was trying to dislodge Madison’s fingers plundering her cunt, like she was trying to get away. Madison threw a leg over Kara’s thighs and pinned her in place. She pinched Kara’s nipple, firmly, cruelly, while her other hand kept fucking the slave.
“Bad slave,” Madison repeated. “Bad, bad slave. You know you’re supposed to hold still for your edging. Lie there and take it…and not come. You can only come when you’re being fucked and getting paid for it. Stupid, silly, slutty slave. That’s what you are.”
Andrew’s rules were working, too. All the edging made Kara so excited and eager for her appointments. All the patrons couldn’t be more pleased. They were practically lined up outside Andrew’s shed, waiting for their turn.
Kara was weeping, even as her hips continued to move and her pussy humped Madison’s fingers. Madison kissed the salty line of tears, gentling her grip on Kara’s nipple. Switching to tend to the other one.
That was how Andrew found them a short while later. Back from running errands, he took one look at the two girls on his bed and went straight to unbuckle his belt, unzip, and take out his erection. He grabbed the bottle of lube, poured it into his hand, and stroked his dick.
Madison grinned back at him. She wrestled Kara back onto her front so she was lying in the vee of Madison’s legs. She reached down to part Kara’s plump, round cheeks to reveal that tight pucker.
“She’s greased up already,” Madison said smugly. “I know it’s your favorite hole.”
And Madison held her roommate’s ass open for her Master to take it.
What I’m listening to: I have on repeat the song “on your knees” by Ex Habit. The song opens with these lyrics: I got you on your knees, girl / Doing things I want to / Didn’t think you’d give it up / Shut up, girl / Your wings burn…
What I’m reading: “Finisterra” by Clayton Stillwater. It is a shame that most of Clayton Stillwater’s stories have disappeared from the internet. He wrote so many great bondage stories with snappy dialogue between the characters, ingenious male dominants and women who went willingly into their clutches. Their sexual romps are playful and good natured and hot. In sharp contrast is “Transformed by the Hood” by humbleanddenied. Nothing sweet about this story. Just objectification and some very hot dehumanization.
What I’m wondering: It’s been a minute since I’ve written a pet play story. The fuck puppy series on Tumblr was years ago. I haven’t really turned to it since the publication of Tales of Ownership. My current work in progress, Obeying Mr. Shannon, features a puppy girl but aside from that longer story, what kind of pet girl should I write next?