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Discipline

Posted 3 days ago by Cory

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Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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The kitchen sink had been gurgling angrily at me for three days, so when the repairman finally knocked on my apartment door, I was already ready to kiss him. Within twenty minutes, the pipes were cleared, the water was flowing smoothly, and I was feeling immensely grateful. Right up until the moment he handed me the invoice, that is.

My checking account was currently hovering somewhere in the neighborhood of negative four dollars and I realized my usual charm wasn’t going to magically conjure up a hundred and fifty bucks. “So,” I began, as I flashed him my most disarming, slightly mischievous grin and tapped a fingernail against the paper. “Bad news on the financial front, Marcus. It turns out my bank and I are currently not on speaking terms, and my wallet is about as empty as this sink used to be…”

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The heat of Hanoi at midnight was a living thing, thick with the scent of roasted coffee, exhaust, and blooming jasmine. I had returned to my boutique hotel room in the Old Quarter, eager to peel off my damp clothes and wash away the grime of the day.

I stripped down to a pair of black lacy underwear, tossing them onto the unmade bed, before slipping into the bathroom for a cold shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, towel wrapped tight around my chest, the air felt different. Thicker. Charged with a sudden, wild electricity.

Standing by the balcony doors, was my private guide from the afternoon. The polite, buttoned-up man who had navigated the bustling streets had vanished. He stood in the shadows, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a broad, golden chest that gleamed in the ambient streetlights. Across his skin, faint, dark tiger stripes beneath the surface, pulsing with a life of their own.

But it was what he held in his hand that made my breath catch.

He was holding my discarded lacy underwear.

His eyes, now a brilliant, glowing amber with slit pupils, locked onto mine. He didn’t look ashamed; his gaze was fierce, predatory… Continue reading “Panty Sniffing Weretiger” →

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He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

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I was standing in the aisle of my favorite grocery store, staring down a mountain of bulk-sized diapers and an alarming amount of diaper rash cream. Just as I reached for a box of premium-brand pull-ups, a very handsome man appeared beside me. I looked up to find a grin on his face that suggested he knew exactly what was happening in my world of ABDLs.

“Hosting a birthday party?” he asked, as he glanced from my face to the mountain of plush, absorbent goods piled high in my cart. I felt my cheeks flush, but I leaned into it and smirked, while tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Some of my guests are just notoriously messy,” I said, as I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.

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If you haven’t guessed by now, I am entirely, unapologetically obsessed with dicks. There is something about a cock in my mouth that feels like a symphony to my senses. I like to take my time selecting the perfect specimen, then warm it up just enough so the precum begins to glisten. The weight of a thick juicy cock in my hand, and the smooth, firm texture in my mouth always promises pure satisfaction for both of us.

I remember the first time I realized how much I truly loved sucking on cocks. It wasn’t just the flavor of the cock itself, but the physicality of sucking one that really sold me on it. I met a guy at a small bistro in NYC and soon found myself slowly and seductively going down on him under the table, letting the taste of his precum linger on my tongue. That man’s thick creamy cum burst forth, coating my tongue with his salty goodness. I wasn’t just tasting it, I was intimately exploring every inch!

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The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.

My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.

I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.

Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…

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I never expected to be attracted to my stepson, but I suppose stranger things have happened. It all started one evening when it was just the two of us at home. I decided to open a bottle of red and gave him a few sips as a treat, while we sat on the patio in our yard. Every time he leaned in to say something to me, his cologne made my pulse jump in a way that felt entirely forbidden and wildly addictive. Thankfully, my husband had no idea I was lusting after his son.

There was a thrill in the air that made my skin prickle with anticipation, as if I were a character in a movie who had finally decided to ignore the script and improvise the most scandalous scene in the entire film. He seemed to get the hint and flirted with me a little, which only made things feel more intense. He looked at me with a mixture of raw curiosity and unabashed admiration, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about things like mortgages, career stress, and the boring weight of parental responsibility.

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The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

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At The Concert

Posted 3 months ago by Molly

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The bass was so loud I could feel it in my ribs long before the headliner walked onstage. Lights swept across the crowd in restless colors while thousands of people pressed shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and buzzing with anticipation. I’d barely found space near the middle when he appeared beside me like he’d always been there.

He was tall and good looking. I smiled at him, leaning in close to be heard over the music. “You’re tall.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned into me further. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s a good thing!” I touched his arm and leaned to see the stage better. I was trying to be casual, but lingered long enough to let him wonder just how casual the evening could be.

The main act started, guitars and drums thrumming through the arena, and the crowd surged forward. I caught herself against his chest, laughing and watching him through my lashes.

“Dangerous spot,” he said.

“You planning to protect me?” I asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. I kept eye contact for a moment before turning back to the stage, moving in time with the music.

As the…

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