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Tonya and Terry are a married couple with fantasies they have kept hidden from each other. One day Tonya discovers videos on his computer confirming somewhat similar fantasies between them, and decides to make her fantasy a reality.
Terry plays along, an internal struggle gripping his brain. Part of him wants to live out his fantasy, yet part of him wants to run. What happens when the realization of how their fantasies differ hits him?
A compelling and steamy 6800 word tale about a man thinking with the wrong head, being led down a path into complete submission and service forever changing the hierarchy in his own house.
This story includes BDSM, Femdom, harsh discipline and a strapon wielding wife turning her horny husband into becoming her submissive slave, and is intended for mature audiences only.

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“How many times have you jacked off to those movies?” The hard look in her eye told Terry she wasn’t playing around.

“I don’t really know, a lot.” His usual deep voice sounded meek and uncertain.

“Just so I understand, you dream about giving up control of yourself to a strong woman right?”

“Yes but only as a fantasy. I….” His words were stopped again.

“Understand that I fantasize about taking control, and you are going to give it to me aren’t you?” She leaned in merely an inch from his face.

“But”

“Yes or no is all I want to hear out of your mouth. And for the record, your pecker has already cast its vote.” She sneered at him.

Terry admitted defeat. After eight years of marriage Tonya knew him too well. She knew exactly what buttons to push, and how hard to press each one. He always led with his dick, and this wouldn’t be the first time she had used that against him.

“Yes”

“Yes what?” She wanted to hear him give up control

“Yes I am yours.” While his words stumbled out, part of him was actually excited to live out his fantasy. Humiliating but arousing at the same time.

“Mine to do with as I please? Yes or no.” Time to move in for the kill shot.

“Yes.” His eyes fell back to the floor as she let loose of the collar. The inner turmoil raged on, his brain in panic mode fighting with his libido that truly wanted this.

“Good. On your feet.” She stepped back from him and waited.

Terry being in excellent physical shape had little trouble rising without the use of his hands, he stood eyes still pointed at the floor, cock pointing straight at the ceiling and protruding from the pouch.

With another click she attached a leash to the ring on the collar.

“Come see what I had done to the basement.” She tugged on the leash biding Terry to follow, his eyes locked on that gorgeous ass swaying in front of him.

She unlocked the door and flipped the switch at the top of the stairs, illuminating the stairwell, before starting her descent. As he followed a leash length behind, he notice the lock on the basement door needed a key from either side to open it.

His mind still screamed out warning after warning that he was getting in over his head, yet he couldn’t tell her no. From the chance to live out his fantasy, to the choice to make her happy as he had always tried to do, he ignored the insistent red flags his brain threw out at a rapid pace.

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Cynthia is a shemale man hunter, heading out to the bar to find an unsuspecting man to feed her enormous meat, when she comes across one even more eager than usual. His unspoken fantasy brings him not only Cynthia’s surprise, but a double dose of shemale servitude.
This short spicy 5400 word tale of shemale pleasure contains one adventurous man, and two dominate T- Girls looking to satisfy their own desires by using his willing holes. Mature audiences only as the themes and sex are very graphic!

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“So you like girls who want to play?” Cynthia asked leaning on his shoulder giving him a direct view of her chest.

“Yep, someone who can take what she wants, not coaxed into parting her legs.” He finished his sentence and took a long pull off the drink. Nothing like the honesty one can find at the bottom of a powerful drink.

Cynthia stood up and ran her fingers through his hair. As he leaned his head into her hand, she gripped his hair and tipped his head back.

“You’re a naughty boy in need of a spanking aren’t you?” The words were spoken directly into his ear making him quiver.

“Oh yeah baby, you know it.” His big drunken grin flashed.

“Then finish your drink and get your horny self to the parking lot.” She released her grip and turned for the door.

She could have fun with this one. Already he had given every signal except beg to be fed her cock. Which of course he would do before this night was over.

“Later Frankie” she shouted over the music as she headed for the door, not even turning around to be sure Spencer was following.

She hit the humid air outside, and curved off to the side of the entrance to lean against the wall and wait. She didn’t wait long, Spencer came out the door looking frantically about like a man in search of a lost dog.

As he waded out between the cars, Cynthia took up the chase, waiting till he got far enough away from the building to be shrouded in darkness. She tackled his athletic form, pinning him to a car, then sent a hand out to swat his ass.

“So naughty boy, you want to be my sex slave tonight?” Her body pressed against him hard, keeping him firmly in place.

“Oh yeah, spank me hot mama,” he offered no resistance.

“Follow me,” she stated, heading off to her car.

She unlocked the door, and allowed the zealous gentleman in Spencer to open it, then close it once she was in.

The chase tonight might have been way too easy, but this rare find tonight meant some bondage play. And that she was perfectly good with.

Once back to her house, Spencer pressed her against the side of the house on the porch and leaned in pushing her into a kiss. She bit his lower lip, and held it for a quick second.

“Not tonight stud, I will decide what goes.” She informed his shocked face.

“Well yes Ma’am!” He said excitedly

She led him in the house, pushed him over on the couch and rattled out instructions.

“Strip and sit on your knees right here,” She told him pointing at the floor next to the coffee table, “I will be right back.”

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 A box wrapped in plain brown paper is an awful temptation to a young woman home alone. Mindy’s curiosity gets the better of her. Not only does she peek inside the box, but tries the new toy on for size. When her best friend stops by to visit the evening morphs from a goofy joke into smoking hot girl on girl sex. Curiosity didn’t kill the cat, it left the kittens purring in satisfaction!
This erotic short story is intended for mature audiences only and contains explicit strap on sex between two life long girlfriends who will never look at each other the same again.

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Depression has hit Randy hard after confessing a sexual fantasy to his conservative girlfriend of several years, sending her running for the hills. One night his friends intervene taking him out on the town for a night and flinging him into a pack of girls dancing at the club. One of them takes a shine to randy and takes him home. But what will Randy do with the large surprise under her skirt? 

This 3300 word short story is a smoking hot first time encounter with between a normal man with a secret fantasy and a she male who likes to take control, and includes mild bondage, oral sex, anal sex, and a first time experience that may very well change his life!

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The place was jamb packed, lots of short skirts and tight tops. Rob wasted no time in getting Randy into the middle of the dance floor, pulling him along, then shoving him into the middle of a pack of girls gyrating to the beat. He looked like a fish out of water as he stumbled head long into a tall brunette, and stammered out his apologies. “Huh…sorry…”, his smile weak, lacking confidence. With out a word, the brunette grabbed him, pulling him into her dance, making him a pole of sorts, grinding on him in time to the music

As the song began to mix into the next selection, she looped her arm into his and pulled him from the dance floor. “So stud what’s your name?”

Ra….Rannd….umm…Randy.” His nerves where about to explode. It had been a very long time since he had been with anyone but Amanda, and he truly was not prepared for this night.

“Hi Randy, I am Stephanie.” She held out her hand, which he took, shaking firmly. “Let’s get you loosened up shall we?” Her lips curved into a disarming smile under the bright red lipstick as she hooked her arm in his and led the way to the bar.

Randy downed three shots of his favorite whiskey in rapid succession, finally feeling more at ease as the drink calmed his frayed nerves. He glanced around looking for his buddies, who were watching intently a few tables away. Dale threw him a big thumbs up, and pointed to Stephanie. For the first time Randy looked the woman up and down.

Wavy brunette hair flowed down her bare shoulders hiding the smooth creamy skin, a small black collar of some sort clung to her throat barely visible through her thick mane. A white tube top barely concealed her large breasts seeming to struggle to just to keep them from bursting through for all to see. Her belly was smooth and toned, the creamy complexion hinting at a slight tan, disappeared under a white mini skirt that wrapped her hips snuggly, revealing the secret of a black thong worn below it. Long toned legs flowed out from under the skirt; ending at a pair of tall stiletto heals that matched her attire.

She simply stood there basking in his gaze as he leered at her form like a super model posing for the camera. Finally she hooked an arm around him, pulling him into an embrace. “I hope you are not just window shopping tonight.” Her breath was hot on his neck sending chills down his spine as the heat of the moment began to make the inevitable physical reaction on him. He felt his shaft begin to rise as their chests pressed together and her leg slid up the back of his.