Degrade Kink Novels & Stories

THEME: Anonymous sex, masked strangers, humiliation kink, domination, multiple men. KINKS: Anonymous breeding, voyeurism, public degradation, restraint, deep-throating, come marking, rough use, objectification, praise/degradation mix I sign the contract without even reading a line of it. ... That's because I don’t need to, I already know what's inside it, and I want it. I want it so bad that I'm not even thinking twice about it.

We both burst into laughter, holding hands while climbing the short stairs of the mall entrance. "We would need a lot of sexy lingerie; I don't want us to go there and start looking like our problems." I chuckled at her remark, walking beside her into a female underwear shop. "Woah, this piece speaks hot!" Tessa pointed at a particular mannequin, wearing a mid-drip fishnet, a leopard G-string, and boob tape covering the nipples.

Kain leans close, mask grazing my cheek. “Night four done,” he says, voice low. “Tomorrow, the mind-link where you’ll feel their pleasure as yours.” The platform lowers, cuffs releasing, but the collar stays, heavy with my submission. The cameras keep rolling, the network buzzing with my degradation, and as I collapse, trembling, I touch my slick thighs, already craving the next night’s violation.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

I meant it when I said I didn't know women like her existed. Spicy, sexy, curvy, tempting and submissive, willing to obey me. Someone who responded to me, who'd moan and beg and not just lie there like a corpse. What did it for me was when she begged me to choke her, how hard she came when I did. How wet she got when I talked dirty to her. Does she have a degradation kink? It seems like it but I don't think she understands what that is. The fact that I'm the one she's using to explore her sexual horizons...

I exclaimed before he was done figuring out where he was heading already. “Humiliation kink is not that bad of a deal. It just needs you to be like…utterly, ridiculously shameless.” He said with a smile like he knew he was intentionally making me uncomfortable. “Just shut up and let me get this over with.” I waved my hand in front of his mouth, trying to get him to shut up. “Alright…alright.” I tried to mentally prepare myself for the process. While I was at it, I remembered it was the exact opposite way in which it worked. The spontaneity was the exact reason it worked in the first place.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

The sexual beast in me, the one that made me want to be a master, roared in response, and my cock swelled. "Degrade me, Ziah. I know you want to. That's your kink, isn't it?" Groaning loudly, I restrained myself, feeling uneasy that she wanted me to use dirty words on her while she was mourning the loss of her dad. "Please." Her eyes glittered with desire as I thrust my finger deep inside her pussycat. "Please!" she cried. Her voice vibrated with need. "Fine," I said, giving in. "Henceforth, you'll do as I say. Now put your hands behind your back."

I wanted to keep having at it and not having to look for someone else to fill the aching void he had created in me. "No threesomes. I don't want to share you with another person, man or woman, during sex." He agreed to that one. "I like when you spank me." Mischief flickered in his onyx eyes at this. I cleared my throat and continued. "Choking, spanking, pulling my hair, that's okay with me. But anything beyond that; branding, whipping, degrading and shit, if it's your kink, I'll have to pass."

“Rachel, this is highly inappropriate—” “I know,” I whispered, my fingers finding the buckle and giving it a deliberate tug. The metallic clink was obscenely loud. “But why don’t we… make a deal? You let me… help you relax. And you give me a passing grade. A low passing grade is fine. Just… let me graduate. Please?”