There’s no point in talking to bots. But there’s also no point in my allowing posting spam up, so all comments are moderated. On the unlikely case that you’re a human being posting spam, don’t bother. Only real comments from real people will end up getting approved. If you have a spammy sounding name (like “I make 300 dollars a day doing nothing”) or website (like “http://buy_vlagra_cheep_now.com”—and I do check each one), not gonna happen.

If you are a reader, you like what you are reading, and you want to contribute a fantasy, feel free to add it as a comment. Any fantasies that are contributed will be read by me. If I like it, I may post it in its entirety or rewrite it first. Be sure to tell me what name you want me to use when I credit your contribution. If I get many comments and contributions, I will put in a more elegant submission system.

Your little fucktoy tries hard to please you, but you don’t think she tries hard enough. You want to punish her, humiliate her, and hurt her by spanking her, forcing her to suck your cock, and fucking her ass hard. You want to hear her scream and cry.

Afterwards, you call her a “good little fucktoy”.

gone horribly wrong.

He was very mean to her, slapped her around way more that a little rough sex. It was the kind of thing that turned him on, and when he finally came, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep soundly on the bed there in the hotel.

She handcuffed him, chained him to the headboard by the collar that was now around his neck. By the time he woke up, she had already gone through his wallet to copy whatever usable information she might find about his job, his bank, his family…

He was trapped. She would blackmail him into paying her from now on. There was no way out.

Captured during a raiding party, I am tied to a pole and carried back to the enemy village. I am wearing only a loincloth. They intend to do to me all the cruel tortures that I did to their men and women that my tribe captures in battle. They plant the pole in the ground, untie my legs, and cover my mouth so I can’t scream…

Maybe you’re not all that into elaborate fantasies. Maybe all you want is to hear me scream and cry. The virgin assfuck is a great roleplay for you.

I have even made a 3 minute audio you can buy to sample it. (Hint: the longer the session, the more it hurts, and the louder I get.)

She was sent by the agency to be a model, unaware that the high-paying job would result in her being “bondage girl” in stocks at a 24 hour BDSM party charging a fee for her use and abuse. Luckily, the first few visitors were women who realized that the circumstances could easily be turned around, and the party would be a smashing financial success – for them – if instead it was “bondage boy” who was the main attraction.

They were flirtatiously enjoying each other’s company in the almost-empty bar as closing time approached. But he had devious plans. When the bartender left the room to check a keg, he drugged her drink and half-carried her out to his car, where he handcuffed, gagged, and hogtied her.

The plan was to drive her to his house and imprison her there. But like a dumbass, he had forgotten to check the gas gauge. And the carload of lesbian weightlifters that discovered her in the car and rescued her had no sense of humor about it at all…

Sometimes a guy just is overcome with the feeling that he needs to have sex with that woman.

Waiting in the hall after the church meeting let out, he realized that he was alone with a young woman he had been attracted to for years. He nonchalantly pulled open one of the other doors in the hall, grabbed her, pulled her inside, and closed the door.

He had his way with her.

For her it was a marriage of convenience, or maybe it was desperation. She was tired of being poor.

He was one of the idle rich, a trust fund baby grown up to be a self-serving asshole. What he wanted was a submissive sex slave. But he got more than he bargained for.

For her man-hating lesbian lawyer friend had drawn up the pre-nuptual contract that he was unaware that he had even signed, the one that transferred all his worldly wealth to her upon the occasion of the wedding…

He was looking for a vulnerable woman to abuse and manipulate.
Her car was broken down on the side of the road. She was not looking to be anyone’s sex slave.

All her pleading and crying made no difference. What it took was the state of natural torpor called the afterglow, when the male is napping and unaware. She not only got free, but turned the tables on him. He was one sorry dude.