1. Katie the Krispy Kreme Klepto


    Date: 7/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blackmail, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, First Time, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Stockholm Syndrome, Toys, Virginity, Written by women, Author: ravebloodnymph, Rating: 68.8, Source: sexstories.com

    cheeks and I bit my lip to hold back a sob. “Don’t cry.” His voice wasn’t soothing, but rather, a command. We fell silent as I wiped at my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to quiet my sniffling. “I’m not going to report you,” he said after a moment and my shocked eyes met his. “What? Oh, thank you, sir, thank…” “Quiet,” he said, his voice full of calm authority, a man clearly used to being obeyed. I immediately fell silent, my stomach dropping with anxiousness. “I am not going to report you if you do exactly as I say.” He stared straight ahead out of the window; it was beginning to rain and the streetlamps cast ghostly shadows of trickling raindrops over his dark hair and face. “Wh…what are you going to make me do?” “I’m not going to tell you. But you’re going to do it anyway.” I felt a little sick. So he’s blackmailing me. Oh god, what’s he going to make me do? “C…can I please…can I please make one request?” I implored. He glanced at me once and then gave a small nod. “I don’t want my brothers to know about this. I don’t want them involved. Please.” The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly in a smile and he nodded once more. “Don’t worry. I won’t involve them.” He pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building and unbuckled his seatbelt and then unbuckled mine for me. As if I’m a child , I thought with a bit of irritation. He exited the car and came around to my side to pull me out. The anxiousness in my stomach was twisting as he pulled me up the stairs by my arm to ...
    the fifth floor. He unlocked the door, releasing my arm, and entered. I hesitated and he looked back at me sternly. I swallowed and walked into his apartment. ----- I never really liked thieves. But this was one that I could certainly grow to like. Wild curly brown hair falling haphazardly out of a sloppy ponytail and big hazel eyes that looked at me nervously, she was nothing short of adorable. When I was a kid, I never would have expected that I’d be the owner of a donut shop, for Christ’s sakes but as I escorted Katie into my home, I was strangely glad of my profession. She was probably no older than 21, making me feel even older than my 36 years, especially as I ran my eyes over her body, still in a simple work uniform of black slacks and a black polo shirt. Katie turned to face me as I brought her into the living room. There were doors leading to a balcony facing the street and I had the curtains open, which would prove interesting for what I was going to ask her to do. She was chewing nervously on her lip and her eyes were downcast. “Look at me,” I said. Her eyes jumped nervously to mine and she bit extra hard on her lower lip. “Repeat after me. Okay?” She nodded, her eyes widening a little. “I submit myself to you.” “I submit myself…to you.” “For whatever you may ask.” “For wh-whatever you may ask.” “For as long as you ask me to do so.” “For…wait…um,” she stammered, fidgeting. I closed the distance between us and grasped her wrists in one of my hands, gazing down into ...
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