DomSub Stories

Dr. Ben Smith's groundbreaking nanobot tech turns desire into domination. In his secret lab, perfection isn't just science—it's seduction and control. Lizzy, his willing muse, transforms into the embodiment of his fantasies, her body reshaped for pleasure and dependence. As the lines between passion and obsession blur, the hunger for control intensifies. In this twisted power play, bodies are molded, desires heightened, and submission becomes the ultimate creation.

In human life as in the animal kingdom as a whole there's a pecking order, you obey people above you and order those about below. Now I'm not particularly a dominant person, I say 'yes sir' to my boss whenever he asks me things, but like most men, I would like to have a nice young sex slave to order about.

Verity Chance is a wayward waif of the Victorian era, whose sexuality is awakened on her being abducted. Treated brutally by her male abductor, she soon finds that a woman is really in control of not just masculinity, but of her destiny too, and her journey to enslavement has her oblige both sexes... taking her to a heaven through submission and masochism that she could never have imagined.

Elaine and I (Eric) were the E & E of Everlasting and Eternal. Love, that is. But then again, what is this wondrous thing called Love? Something quite different for her than it was for me. As I discovered one feverish day...

Amora is a good girl who dreams of being temptation incarnate, and in her fantasies, men surrender to temptation in the most brutal way imaginable. She’s also a horny cunt who hasn’t been allowed to cum in too long, and her needy pussy has her wishing someone would rip her clothes off and forcibly fill its emptiness. Her desperation is driving her deeper into a mental morass of humiliation and objectification, and her tightly gaurded depravity is threatening to leak into her tidy reality.

A straight college runner does whatever it takes to keep his grades up to compete.

Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.

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