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“How did it feel having my husband’s huge cock inside your pussy, Minny girl?” My heart jumps into my throat at her shocking question, a torrent of desire swirling inside me. That’s weird. Why on earth was that question such a turn on? She walks up next to me, standing so close that keeping my eyes low and pretending she’s not there is beginning to get awkward. But what can I do? I don’t know what she wants from me or what her intentions are with the question she asked me. She can’t possibly mean well. “Look at me,” she orders.

“I’m under orders not to have personal conversations with you, ma’am.” Oh. What did I expect? “Have you ever been in love?” I ask, desperate to know if men generally can’t make their women come. “Yes ma’am,” he says, something dark glinting in his eyes. “Once.” Good. “Do you—” I pause, words sticking to my tongue.“Do you… make her come?” He stills and I pat the space beside me, the sound small against the sheets. “Sit,” I whisper. “Please.”

He hastens to repeat himself, slapping his forehead for being so careless. In the blink of a second, I stood up tapping the table questioning, “Have you ever been a slave?” “Never.” he acknowledges but it was not hard to guess! “Do you want to?” I probe almost knowing the answer. “A lot,” he admits pleading. “Get undressed,” I instructed, confidently ready to unravel my inner dominatrix.

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

My fingers are already trembling. The application opens. It’s short, but not casual. No fluff. No bullshit. Just questions that expect honesty. It wants to know what you like, what you don’t, what you want done to you and how badly you want it. The whole thing feels like it’s watching me back. Clinical. Hungry. Waiting. Name: Optional. No real names. Experience Level: Choose one—Curious, Trained, Devoted. Hard Limits: List. Kink Checklist: Required. Select all that apply.

"For example, if you're a sub, a dom can easily locate you and you can easily locate a dom." "Oh," Jules commented, seeming even more interested. "That's very thoughtful." "Yeah." Aya pushed forward both papers and placed pens on them. Hesitantly, I picked it up and started going through it. The first few questions were easy ones like full name, age, and occupation. Then, it started becoming quite personal, asking questions about my sex life and if I was clean. "This is an invasion of privacy," I murmured, continuing to look through the list. It went on to ask about my sexual preferences and my eyes went wide when I saw anal fisting. I almost choked on my saliva.

Secret Desires Unleashed (1) Clementine's POV I sat in theboardroom, my fingers tapping anxiously on the table. My mind was anywhere but focused on the discussion at hand. It had been a long night of tossing and turning, consumed by vivid and explicit dreams that left me aching and wet between my thighs. The source of my restless sleep? P**n. I had fallen down a rabbit hole of pornographic content online, succumbing to temptation and allowing myself to indulge in fantasies that I had repressed for far too long.