I (Jayden) am excited to be hosting another year of A to Z here on my blog, and also helping out over on the main blog a-to-zchallenge.com. Be sure to check out the posts over there the whole month of April! I’ll be featured a few times, but make sure to check out my co-hosts’ posts as well!
As for this blog, I’ve decided to do another round of meet-cutes (and probably some sex scenes). It was so much fun to write snippets for each day that I decided to do it again with all new stories! Richard has really been carrying this blog for a while, so I promised I would take care of A to Z, but of course, he has some ideas of his own, too. If you haven’t been reading his story Hallmark, I highly recommend it. He’s looking to maybe do a few meet-cutes with the characters involved there, too!
So come on by every day in April (except Sundays) to read a quick meet-cute tied to each letter of the alphabet. I’m not doing voting this year, but maybe I’ll continue the stories that get the most likes and comments as I did in 2018, which led to my novel Y is for Yes! And if you’re salivating for more, check out my past A to Z posts here!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
“Zoe. My name is Zoe.”
“Zoe,” he repeats. “Are you okay, Zoe?”
I nod against his chest.
“We should be safe down here.”
I nod again. I wonder if my car will even still be there. And my daughter. I hope that she’s okay, but then again, the tornado is apparently right here, which means it’s not near her. But she must be terrified that I’m not responding to her. I’m sure I’ll have a thousand missed calls when I eventually get back to my phone.
I can feel Xander’s gaze down on me, and I resist the urge to look up at him, but I can tell he isn’t going to take no for an answer. He uses one finger to lift my head to look up at him. And then he kisses me.
The kiss is tender at first, and I inhale his masculine scent as I melt against him. My hands wrap around his neck, and his grip my waist. As I kiss him back, it becomes more urgent, our lips pressing together hard enough to bruise.
I realize that we’re both soaking wet, and I have no idea where my umbrella is, and I don’t care at all. He’s still wearing his rain gear, which is also soaking wet, just making it worse for me. I can’t stop shivering.
He pulls back. “Zoe, fuck, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, “Don’t be sorry.”
“Hang on,” he says, and he lets me go. I don’t know where he’s going, but I don’t want him to go far. I follow him when he gets ten feet away. He opens a trunk I hadn’t even noticed. It’s filled with all sorts of emergency supplies, and blankets are one of them. “It’s not as soft as I would like, but it’s something. You’re going to freeze to death in those wet clothes.” He hands me a couple of blankets, and then turns away. “I won’t look.”
I don’t know where my sudden boldness comes from, maybe because I can’t control the weather, or my car breaking down, or how I ended up here with this man, but I can control this. I’ll give up my control again, especially if he takes it the way I hope he will, but right in this moment, he’s given me control. “Xander,” I say, and he turns at my voice. “Don’t look away.”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Yellow. Yellow light spills from the hole at the flick of a switch. “Come on, we have to go,” he yells as his phone starts screeching again.
I’m a little claustrophobic, just a little, and the hole is making my skin crawl.
“Please, come on, please,” he begs, and he starts to go down the steep cement steps in front of me, but he turns back and extends his hand to me. “Trust me. We’ll be safe down here. The tornado is almost right on top of us!”
Tornadoes are rare here. It happens, but not often. And what are the odds that it would happen right on top of us?
He unlocks his phone and pushes the alert at me. “See? It’s right here. Come on!”
I can’t process what he’s saying fast enough, but it looks legit. He couldn’t have possibly prepared all of this on the off chance a woman would come alone looking for help during a storm. This has to be real. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. Right?
I take a step forward, and I hear a loud crash as part of the warehouse wall crumbles. I stumble forward into the hole and Xander pulls the door shut on top of us. “Come on,” he says for the sixth time. He pulls me deeper into the space, taking me to the back of the dank space. The yellow light doesn’t illuminate all the corners, but it’s enough for us to navigate it safely.
“Where are we?”
“It’s a storm shelter. These warehouses aren’t much more than a tin can,” Xander says. “It’s built big enough to hold fifty people.”
I look around. There’s no way fifty people could be in this space without being right on top of each other. I shudder. If this had happened when the factory was open, I would be panicking hard core right now. With just the two of us, it’s roomy, and I feel relatively safe.
There’s another loud crash from above and the ceiling shakes, but everything stays in place. My heart is pounding and my whole body is shaking.
Xander is still holding my hand after pulling me down into the space, and feeling my trembling, he pulls me in and hugs me. “Are you okay, err. I don’t know your name.”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
“Xander. My name is Xander,” he says. “Listen, I know that you must be feeling very alone right now, but let me help you. It’s no trouble, honestly. I’m sure my friend will take good care of your car.”
I nod, “Thank you, Xander.”
“I’ll call from my phone so he picks up. I don’t think he’s officially open right now.” Xander’s smile is sexy and makes me want to kiss him.
But before I can even think about acting on that crazy impulse, his phone starts screeching. “What’s happening?” I cry.
“Tornado warning!” he yells. “Come on!” He grabs me by the hand and we start running across the open parking lot. I frantically look around, trying to see anything, but with the parking lot lights blaring, I can’t see anything outside their halos. We get to the building, and he uses a badge to swipe the door open. “Come on!” he yells again, tugging me inside and letting the door slam shut. I think that’s going to be it now that we’re inside a real building and not a little shack, but it’s not.
“Where are we going?”
“Storm shelter,” he yells. He sounds frantic, and is yelling much louder than he needs to. Sure, the wind is loud, but he doesn’t need to yell this loud.
We wind through rows of machines, and I am certain I’ll never find my way out of his warehouse without his help. I hope that nothing happens to him. We get to a spot near the middle of the building and he stops, pulling a trap door up on the floor. If I go down into the dark hole, am I ever going to come out?
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Welcome. “Welcome to our humble guard house,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his rain hood down. He looks a lot less intimidating with his hood down, now that I can see his face. He reminds me of a famous actor who has a small scar near his mouth. His eyes are a piercing green, and his hair is just long enough to run my fingers through. I try to shake the thought from my mind, but maybe I’ve just been alone for too long.
“Thank you,” I say. I’m surprised that the guard house isn’t near the end of the driveway. It’s tucked off to the side. I look around, and find that there is a phone sitting on a small desk. But I panic. Who do I call? If I had my phone, I would just search for a tow company, but I can’t do that on a regular landline.
He sees my hesitation and says, “Do you need help finding a tow service?”
I nod, sheepishly. I don’t know why I am so disarmed by this man. I begin to wonder if he has dominant tendencies. I don’t know what would give me that impression from our short interactions, but there’s an energy about him that I can’t help but submit to. It’s very hard for me to find romantic and sexual partners because I am submissive, but I have been through a lot in my life outside the bedroom. I am a strong, independent woman, who sometimes wants a partner to take control for a while. What I often find, though, is men who say they want that type of woman actually don’t. They are using their dominance as an excuse to bully women or outright abuse them. Or they get frustrated the first time I stand up for myself. But I know there are good dominant men out there, I just haven’t found one in a while. For all my resilience in life, I need to get a little courage going here in the dark.
“Sure,” he says, and he pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. He does a little searching, and says, “My buddy owns this garage. I’m sure he’ll do me a favor and get your car towed. How far do you need to go?”
“Just down the road,” I say, pointing in the direction of my apartment, “but I can’t let you do me a favor like that. I can pay.”
He smirks at me, “I’m sure you can.” I wonder for a moment what he means by that, but then he says, “I’m sure you’ll give my friend lots of business with whatever car repairs you need.”
“I can’t accept that,” I say, partially concerned that this stranger is being so nice to me and partially concerned that his friend will charge me through the nose for some service my car doesn’t actually need.
“Why can’t you accept a little help from a stranger?” he asks, and he sounds sincere.
I can’t find words at first, and then I say, “Because I don’t even know your name.”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Vroom! A van comes sliding around the corner and nearly hits me. I need to get off the road. The ground nearby is rocky and uneven. I want to stay on the paved road, but my umbrella and clothes are all dark and not suitable for walking on the road. I regret that I’ve never put a safety vest in my car.
With the van’s tail lights turning out of view, I know I need to get to a building as quickly as I can. Is it my imagination or is the wind picking up? I feel like the rain drops are coming faster. I don’t like it. We don’t often have serious weather in this area, but it’s not unheard of.
I pick my way across the uneven ground, staying off the road, until I get to the opening for the driveway of the building. I am hoping for some kind of guard house, but I have no luck there. I look for any kind of entrance, and I spot one way across the parking lot. There are no vehicles moving around, no trucks pulling in or out. That doesn’t bode well for me. I listen, but all I hear is the wind and rain, and the distant sound of a train on the tracks closer to my apartment. No machines inside whirring, and no people.
“Can I help you?” I hear from out of the dark.
I whirl around to find someone in a bright yellow raincoat and boots standing ten feet away from me. “Y-yes,” I stammer. “I’m so relieved to have found someone!”
“What’s wrong?” the voice asks. It sounds deep and masculine.
“My car broke down, and I don’t have my cell phone. Is there a phone I can make a call from?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I question if I should have said them. Maybe that was information I should have kept to myself. Though, for the life of me, I can’t think of any other explanation for why I would be there asking to use a phone.
“Sure,” he replies. “Come this way.”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Uncertain. I am uncertain what to do. The convenience store is definitely safer. It’s more public. There will be a phone I can use, probably. And I can get myself something warm to eat or drink. I’m sure that I’ll want it after the two mile walk in the rain. But the warehouses are so much closer. And they will be warm. I just don’t know what kind of welcome I’m going to get there. I shiver with the thought of a bunch of strangers looking at me, soaked from head to toe, as I surely will be by the time I walk over there.
I think about flipping a coin, but know that that’s silly. I should just get out and pick a direction. Sitting here is just going to make me more cold and stiff. With how deserted this area is at night, no one is going to happen along and find me, and if they are, who knows if they’ll be friendly or if they’ll drive right by… Waiting is not an option.
I root around in the back of the car and find an old umbrella. I pull it out and open the door, popping the umbrella open to shield myself from the worst of the rain. I shiver, and wish that I was wearing more than a sweatshirt. I really didn’t think through getting stranded on what was supposed to be a 20 minute drop off.
My sweatshirt keeps the worst of the water off of me, but it doesn’t help my bare legs at all. I was lounging around the apartment in a short cotton dress, and now I’m totally exposed to the elements. My thick thighs and solid calves have goosebumps as I walk through the wet. At least I have sneakers. I look around at the different warehouses and pick the one that’s closest and has the most lights on. I can’t see inside, but maybe there will be a security guard at least.
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is brand new! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Terror. Terror is all I feel as the tail lights of the car in front of me disappear around the turn, and I find myself terribly alone. The check engine light started flashing, but I am only a five minute drive from home. If I can just limp it home, I can deal with it in the morning. It’s dark and raining, and I just want to be home. As a single mom, I had just dropped my daughter off at a sleepover and I am so looking forward to a quiet night alone. A bath, a book, a mug of tea. But no. Now I’m out in the middle of nowhere with no car, in the rain.
I sigh and go to pick up my phone to call for a tow truck. And that’s when I realize I don’t have my phone. I must have left it. Where? At home? Probably. It wasn’t like me to forget my phone, but my pre-teen daughter loves to listen to music through my car stereo, so I didn’t hook my phone up like I usually would.
My daughter’s friend lives in an upscale neighborhood, and I am a five minute drive away. It’s not *that* far, but whether I go on or go back, it’s a long walk. I do the quick math and figure it’s probably between two and three miles. I run through alternative options. I can sleep in my car, but it’s already getting chilly. I can walk to a convenience store. There’s definitely one before my apartment, but it still has to be two miles of dark road between me and the store. Or I can go to one of these shipping warehouses and hope that they run a shift at this hour. A lot of them do, right?
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back to N is for…. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
Shower. She suddenly desired a shower more than anything. But she knew she wasn’t going to be allowed. Not yet.
She was directed to go inside the house and set up the towels on the bed to protect it. He wanted her still covered in piss when he beat her, but he didn’t want the bed covered in it.
While she set up, he got the cane, a short one that was easy to clean. He looked at her round ass high in the air and ran his fingers along it. “You’re such a fucking mess.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her head lowered, her breathing steady, but her heart pounding.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want bruises, Sir. I want you to beat me until my ass is black and blue.”
“Good. I won’t stop until you tell me to, pet, but if it doesn’t bruise, we’re going to do it again tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But first, you get ten from me for not being able to hold my piss, you messy girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t warm her up. He just went for it, punishing her for her messiness. She moaned and whined, but took her swats. “There, now the rest is up to you, pet. You tell me when to stop, and we will, and we’ll take a nice long shower together, but remember, if there’s no bruise by morning, your pretty ass will be right back here getting beat again.
She steeled herself for the many hits to come, trying to force her muscles to relax, but only having marginal success. She kept thinking to herself, “Just five more,” and after that, “just five more,” until she just couldn’t take it anymore.
Finally, she said the magic word, and the beating stopped.
He held her for a few moments, stroking her body lightly, and then he wrapped her in his arms and nearly carried her to the shower, where he stroked her and washed her, touching her kindly and gently. “I love you, pet,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, Master.”
As he toweled her dry afterward, he said, “You have nothing to worry about, pet. Your ass is already bruising.”
She turned and looked in the mirror and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back to N is for…. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
Her heart raced, waiting to find out the results from her Master. The range of his repertoire is without restriction. But what he’d do to her, she had no idea.
He ran his fingers through her hair softly, fingering the long length. “You’re trembling, pet.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she whispered. She wasn’t scared of him. She knew he would see that no harm came to her, but the unknown was frightening. And the cool evening air was making her wet legs even colder.
“Get down on your knees, slut,” he said, putting gentle pressure on her shoulder. She sank to her knees and looked up at him expectantly. He pulled his cock out and she could see that he was half hard already. She leaned forward, ready to take him into her mouth, but he wound his fingers into her hair and pulled back. “Not yet,” he said gruffly.
She whimpered and her pussy clenched with desire. “When, Master?”
He pulled his hand back and slapped her lightly across the face. She remembered the first time he’d done that, she’d been shocked, but immensely turned on. She’d begged him to do it again and again. “When I’m ready, bitch,” he growled.
“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice stronger and more confident now. With him standing over her, she was more sure of herself than she was any other time.
“You got to relieve yourself like a bitch in the yard, but I haven’t had the pleasure.” He pulled her head back by her hair so that her mouth was pointed right up to his cock. “But I’m not a bitch, and I don’t have to pee in the yard, do I?”
“No, Sir,” she said, her voice slightly choked out by the angle of her neck.
“Drink it, slut. Drink as much of it as you can. Every drop you spill will be one more hit from the cane when we go inside.”
Her pussy clenched tight with desire as he began to pee, aiming for her wide open mouth. She managed to get most of it in her mouth, but she may have let a little more than was necessary dribble down her chin…
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back to N is for…. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
Quickly, quick, quicker, the footsteps came. She quivered and quaked, but was frozen to the spot. She knew she should quickly run inside, but she couldn’t.
The footsteps kept coming closer and closer, and she finally willed herself to turn, to run, when strong arms grabbed her around the waist. A scream boiled up in her throat, and then she realized that the person who was holding her wasn’t a stranger at all. It was her Master.
Relief flooded her as the adrenaline continued pumping in her veins. “Master!” she whispered.
“Yes, slut?”
“What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t think I was going to send you outside all alone, did you?”
“I-I didn’t know, Master.”
“I have to keep an eye on you.”
“B-but,” she stammered, wracking her brain to remember his exact orders. Had she done anything wrong? She thought she had followed his directions down to the letter, but she couldn’t be sure now. “I tried to follow your directions, Master.”
“You did,” he replied.
“Then why–” her voice trailed off as he put her down on the grass in front of him. She stumbled a little.
“I want to make sure that you’re safe, pet.”
“Safe?”
“Yes. You never know who could be watching you, ready to take advantage of a sweet girl like you.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“When you have tasks inside, I don’t worry as much, but when you have a task outside, I need to make sure no harm can come to you. Only I get to abuse your body, slut.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered again. “What will you do with my body now, Sir?” she asked, excitement coursing through her now.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back to N is for…. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
…peed. Panic pulsed through her body as she felt the rush of pee splash down, hitting the ground and spraying her thighs. She peered around, looking to see if she had been caught, but now it didn’t matter. A police officer could walk right up to her at that very moment and she couldn’t have stopped. She was committed now, and it felt so good.
She had spent however many hours sipping water, trying to make sure her bladder was good and full, and boy was it. She probably couldn’t have waited any longer even if she had wanted to. (Maybe that was a good excuse–she was out for a walk and couldn’t make it inside the house. That didn’t explain her flip flops in October or her lack of panties, but whatever. She was almost done, and hopefully wouldn’t get caught.)
Standing up, she felt that her thighs were soaking wet, not just from piss, but from arousal. She had never been so turned on in her life. And when the car door shut nearby, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
She could hear footsteps, but couldn’t see where they were coming from. It was probably a neighbor going home for the night, but she couldn’t see anyone. Her head was almost spinning, looking for any signs of someone. Was there someone coming up the walk? In the driveway? On the sidewalk? The footsteps sounded closer.
With her legs soaking wet, she felt her pussy clenching with excitement. She wasn’t supposed to be excited for this! She was supposed to be disgusted or something. She knew it was gross to many, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was wound tight with arousal, and she had a fleeting thought that she would give anything for the footsteps to end with someone catching her, seeing her with her soaked legs and dripping cunt, and make her feel like the most disgusting slut in the world.
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back one day. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
October. Open air. Orange dress. Open legs.
Nora could do it. She kept telling herself that she could do it, and nothing bad would happen, but she wasn’t honestly sure. She had never peed in the yard before, but her Master told her she had to, and so she would. She had waited until the precise time she had decided to go, and she had stepped out into the open air. She had excuses thought up in case someone caught her, but she was just so terrified of being caught that she wasn’t even sure she could pee. But she would be damned if she didn’t. She had never let her Master down before and she didn’t intend to start.
“Oh goodness,” she whispered to herself as she took a step away from the door. She let the door swing shut behind her, and it slammed itself shut. During the day, the sound of the door closing wouldn’t have been very loud, but in the quiet night air, it was unbearably loud to Nora. She jumped and looked around, frantically searching to see if anyone saw her. She thought her heart had been pounding hard before, but now the frantic rhythm seemed too fast to be possible.
After the jump scare and with the adrenaline pumping through her body, she decided it would be best to walk around the yard a little bit. It would give her a chance to make sure no one was around, watching her, waiting. “This is stupid,” she whispered to herself. “No one cares what I’m doing. No one is watching me.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her, and that she would get caught if she went and peed next to the neighbor’s yard now.
She stepped away from her door and walked down off the back porch, her eyes searching the darkness for any signs of movement. She saw nothing. It didn’t calm her nerves. She made a whole loop of the back yard, looking at the windows in all the houses, expecting someone to be peeping at her from behind a curtain. But she saw no movement, no people.
She stopped in the yard near her neighbor’s property and took one final look around. She still couldn’t see anyone, so she spread her legs, crouched down, and…
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Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s totally fine. This is a great place to start! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
NO. No, no, no, no, no. That is not natural, nor nice, nor neighborly.
Nora sighed and resigned herself to the task she had been given. Her Master liked to challenge her, but she was always up for a challenge. Or at least, almost always. Now wasn’t the best time. She had been tasked with peeing on her neighbor’s lawn. Or, to be more specific, near her neighbor’s lawn. Her Master tried to be respectful of others, of course.
Now she had to figure out how to make it happen without getting caught. That would be the real trick of it. But she was resilient and she would make it work. She thought about getting up in the middle of the night, but that seemed almost worse. If someone saw her tramping around in the yard in the middle of the night, they were more likely to call the police, and that would be a terrible thing. But if she went right after dark, it was still not totally weird to be out in the yard. She certainly couldn’t do it during the day when others would be more likely to be up and around.
Nora had to complete her task by the following morning, so she didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. She decided 10 pm would be the right time. As the clock ticked on, she felt her nerves mounting. What if she got caught? What would she say? Her toilet was broken and she had no choice? She would just play dumb. But hopefully she wouldn’t get caught. She had already picked out her outfit. It was a dress with a short skirt, and it was soft and flowy. She would be able to wear it without panties, and that would help. At least she wouldn’t be exposing her body to the outside air. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and opened the door at 9:59. It was now or never, she told herself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped outside into the chilly October air.
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Hailey gasped as Mark thrust his cock in and out of her throat.
“Is this what it’ll take to stop your crimes?” Mark asked as Hailey gazed up at him, dazed.
“Mmmmm, I don’t know. Why don’t you try it for a couple weeks. I’ll give you a call every time I want to rob a bank and you can come stop me. I’ll turn off the security cameras as you can fuck my face right there in the vault, how’s that sound?”
“And become your accomplice? That doesn’t make things better!” Mark shoved his cock back in her mouth, punishing her throat.
“MMm MMHHMM MFMMFF MM MMM MMMFFFFMMM MGHUUU!”
He pulled out again and she just smiled up at him.
“It’s fun to switch sometimes. After you stop me from robbing the bank, I can bring you back here and spank your ass for being a bad boy and breaking into play with me. That’s trespassing, at least 50 spanks.”
Mark rolled his eyes, and let his dick bounce just out of tongue range.
“I dunno, I think this is probably a much more effective punishment for you than paddling or skullfucking.”
“But, if you punish me too bad, I won’t let you catch me.”
“Let me catch you?”
“Yeah. I could totally have gotten away. I just wanted to fuck you. I totally let you catch me.”
Mark reached up and untied the ropes, slowly letting Hailey down to the ground.
“Go ahead, then. Get away. Right now. I’ll let you go.”
Hailey looked up at him and pouted.
“I don’t think I’m going to bother stopping you next time. I’m just going to come down here on Friday nights and wait for you to show up. Instead of wasting my time stopping you, I’ll just hang out with my dick out until you come fuck yourself on it. That’s much better for both of us than robbing banks, isn’t it?”
Hailey slipped her lips over the tip of his cock, but shook her head. It wasn’t fun if she didn’t make him work for it a little bit.
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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!
Richard: I think I kind of forgot about the resilient part halfway through. Oh well, here’s L is for Lust!
“Look, lemme lick le large lollipop like lugers lunge low.”
“What?” Mark asked.
“I mean, I still believe in all that steal from the rich and give to the poor stuff, but I also rob banks so I can get super studs like you to come punish me. I’m a total cape chaser. You can see that I’m soaked through my panties, and I can see that you’re about to tear your spandex. So, why don’t you take your cock out and punish one of my holes like you did my ass cheeks?”
Mark pulled down his tights, and let his cock pop free. Hailey stared at it, licking her lips. “I’m pretty sure there are easier ways to hook up with super heroes than getting caught at the scene of a crime.”
“Yeah, but this gets you all worked up, and it’s so much hotter that way. Fuck, I don’t know if it’s just because you’ve had me tied up and been beating me for an hour, but that is a tasty looking dick,” said Hailey.
Mark smirked at her as a bead of precum drooled off the head. Hailey craned her neck towards him, sticking out her tongue and panting, but only succeeded in starting to slowly spin.
“Awww, don’t waste it. Bring it over here and let me lick it all up.”
Mark laughed and strode over to her, letting her slowly spin until she completed a whole rotation, only stopping her when her cheek pressed against his dick. He swung his hips a little, slapping the tip against her face and smearing on some precum.
She moaned and reached out with her tongue, licking whatever she could reach and lining herself up to kiss the tip.
“Mmm, that is tasty,” she said. “Ready for the main event?”
Mark nodded and grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her steady. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, staring up at him. “Aaaahhhh.”
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In short, if Mark couldn’t beat the badness out of her, he’d kiss it into her instead. With the gag removed, he leaned in. “I think you’d commit fewer crimes if you had a loving home to come home to.”
Hailey stared at him.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“Like you said, you’re not a psycho killer or anything. You rob banks. You’ve never done worse than kick a guard in the balls. If we could redirect that energy to something more productive…”
Hailey rolled her eyes. “And what’s in it for me?”
Mark leaned in, kissing her lightly. When she didn’t bite or head butt him, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Soft, moist, a little salty from the tears. He lightly traced a hand over her shoulders and followed the curve of the rope over her back.
“There. That’s not so bad, is it?”
She grunted and rolled her eyes again.
“Better than getting arrested?”
“Barely.”
He shook his head and kissed her again, letting his tongue slip free of his lips this time. She blew a raspberry against it, but let it into her mouth. Mark moaned softly and cradled the back of her head, slipping his tongue over hers. She dropped limp in the ropes, not fighting him for the first time since his attempts began hours ago.
Know gnu know knever knix kniceness.
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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!
“Jail would be justified,” Hailey thought just as another tear dripped from her cheek.
“Are you done yet?” Mark asked, almost a sneer in his voice.
Hailey nodded.
“You’re going to stop robbing banks?”
Hailey nodded again.
“I don’t believe you,” Mark said, and he SWACKED her ass a few more times. She screamed and moaned, wriggling to try to get out of her bonds, but Mark knew what he was doing and his bonds held fast.
She grunted in anger and frustration when he stopped again, but didn’t release her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing she couldn’t effectively answer him.
She grunted some more and writhed in her bonds. He contemplated her, her sheer panties showing her red ass, tears streaking down her cheeks. But she still had a lot of fight left in her. He knew that this punishment hadn’t been enough to deter her, much as she claimed it was. The fact that she fought him immediately after he asked was evidence enough for him. But what was he going to do about it?
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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!
Richard was half asleep and burned out from editing 150 pages last night. Let’s see if we can make this not a complete disaster. (Update after writing: It’s still a disaster. I do not like this challenge.)
Incidentally, impacts immunize intellectuals, icons, and iconoclasts. Mark slapped the paddle against his hand a couple times, before taking aim at Hailey’s ass and flipping up the singed edge of her pleated skit.
“I have to admit, evil witch/schoolgirl is an interesting costume ideas,” he said.
Hailey wriggled a little and mumbled something through the gag. (Richard: There was almost sassy dialogue here, but I remembered the gag!)
Mark lined up and SWACKED her ass, sending her spinning a little in the ropes.
“This is very impractical. I should’ve had another super villain help me rig up the torture chamber. I’m more used to being the torturee than the torturer.”
Hailey managed to flip him off despite her bonds.
“This is more fun, though,” he said, waiting for the angle to swing back just right and slapping her ass again with the opposite side of the paddle.
Hailey squealed as she swung through the air.
“Are you going to stop robbing banks?”
Two flip offs this time.
“Two more strokes it is then,” he said, slapping her once and then zipping around with super speed to the other side of the swing to hit her again.
She squealed through the gag as he increased the pace, bouncing around the room, always a step ahead of her to deliver the next hit as she swung. As her ass showed cherry red through her sheer panties he finally stopped, grabbed the rope, and looked her in the eye.
“Is this working any better than jail?” he asked, as the first tears dripped off her cheeks.
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Richard is taking over this week with his take on resilient submissives!
Richard: Jayden asked me to hop in with H, and suggested H is for hero. (Or maybe heroine?) Fair enough, I’m just finishing up a thesis about super heroes, so I guess I can play there some.
Hailey “Hexen” Hawthorne hung from the hitched up hawser her hero had hauled over the hoist of her happy hovel. He held up his hand and hit her hard on the hiney!
“You’ll have to do better than that!” she spat as she spun.
Mark “Justice” McManus laughed. “”I’m just getting started, Hexen! Once I’m through with you, your days of villainy will be over!”
Hexen rolled her eyes. “Laying it on a little thick, ‘Justice.'”
He slapped her ass again. “We’ll see how you feel once I’m done with you. This is just a warm up.”
“Shouldn’t you be turning me into the police or something? Tying me up and spanking me doesn’t seem very heroic.”
“The police have failed to hold you time and again. The only heroic thing to do is to take matters into my own hands and change your evil ways!”
“I’m not evil! Was Robin Hood evil? I steal from the rich, give to the poor, help the needy! The world is what’s evil, and you’re just upholding the status quo. If you really wanted to help people, you’d side with me!”
“Enough of your trickery, witch! I’ll not let your honeyed words stay my hand!” he slapped her ass again, then caught her as she spun, grabbing a ball gag off the toy rack next to her and shoving it in her mouth, strapping on the buckle.
“Clearly, I’ll need to resort to more severe methods of correction to mend your evil ways…” He looked over the rack, almost reaching for a whip, before grabbing a paddle and slapping it against his palm a few times. “I think this will do nicely.”
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