Summary: You had gotten into this predicament, not entirely on purpose. Not that you didn’t want this, oh no, quite the opposite. What am I referring to, you may ask? Oh, your sugar daddy turned loving relationship with Lucifer Morningstar himself.
Warnings: High protocol, dom/sub dynamics, punishment in sexual contexts, use of restraints, use of pet names in a sexual context, oral sex (Female receiving), sugar daddy dynamics, edging, use of sex toys, established relationship, very vocal and obvious narrator (your narrator is sassy today, oops), etc. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
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You had gotten into this predicament, not entirely on purpose. Not that you didn’t want this, oh no, quite the opposite. What am I referring to, you may ask? Oh, your sugar daddy turned loving relationship with Lucifer Morningstar himself. After months of dates, lavish gifts, and ravishing sex, the King of Hell had confessed his feelings for you. And you had reciprocated with equal passion. But even a relationship such as this was not without its…interesting parts.
When you had signed the contract with Lucifer originally to be his sugar baby, you signed on to obey a set of rules. His sugar baby had to act all proper after all, she was with royalty. Every dinner, gala, and stroll through the gilded halls of the Palace was coordinated. You must perfect the art of composure: back straight, chin high, hands folded just so. Love, in his world, has posture.
Oh, but how well you were rewarded when you obeyed. The gifts, the praise. How he would lie you down and practically make love to your heavenly cunt as magical. And when you started officially dating, this little high protocol romance didn’t end. Not that you minded. So, here are some of the rules you signed onto:
Eye contact is a privilege, not a habit. When you speak to him in public, your gaze must be lowered. Respectful, deferential, as though you are addressing the sun itself. Only in private, when the doors are shut and the guards dismissed, does he lift your chin and command softly, “Now you may look at me, sweet thing." He will then proceed to pin you to the nearest surface, hiking up your panties to allow him access to your already weeping cunt. You were always so ready for him, so perfect. And while the King himself would sink to his knees, his devilish smile morphing into one of pure ecstasy as he laps your juices, he will keep eye contact with you the whole time.
There’s a ritual for everything. The dining table stretches farther than a mortal eye could follow, and each setting is a lesson in hierarchy. There’s a specific fork for each course, a specific way to hold the glass, a specific rhythm to the way you pass the salt. Once, you reached for the wrong utensil, and the entire court froze, waiting to see if he’d notice. He did. But he only smiled, a dangerous, amused little curve that meant, I’ll teach you later. Oh, and he did. Tied to his master's bed, the cool silk sheets doing little to soothe the burn of the ropes at your wrist and the heat pooling inside you. A golden vibrator pulsing inside you as Lucifer denied you orgasm after orgasm, content to watch salty little tears fall from your pretty, puffy cheeks. Your cunt fluttering around the toy, begging for release, only for it to never arrive. “Please—Luci—ah, fuck…” “Tch, but you’re doing so well for me, ducky. You are learning your lesson so well. Don’t you wanna keep being good?”
Dress to impress him, no one else. Each outfit is chosen for the message it sends — the colors of his court, the silks that shimmer like molten gold and lava. You are told when to wear jewels and when to appear “modest” and when…not to. When you complained once that you no longer recognized yourself in the mirror, he only chuckled and said: “That’s the point, my dear. You are mine now… and mine must be magnificent.” But if you do complain too much? He will happily rip all that decorum off you and mount you right there. Gods, you were always so pretty when you were fucked out. So whiny, so small. Big beautiful eyes with tears pricking in the corners and that adorable pout on your lips as moans sneaked past. He could just make you feel good for hours on his cock.
Yet, behind closed doors, he’s all warmth and indulgence, undoing every stiff layer of royal decorum with a touch that burns away pretense. Still, you stay. Not because of the grandeur, but because beneath the pageantry, there’s a strange intimacy in being the only one allowed to see him unmasked. He may be the King of Hell, but when he laughs in private, when he looks at you without ceremony, it feels like the world pauses, as if every rule and ritual bends around the simple fact that he chose you.
your monthly high protocol date night was tonight and you were a ball of nervous energy. These nights were equal parts exhilarating and terrifying, and both emotions left you wet.
you wrapped up your everything shower and glistened in the mirror as you admired your body. you long hair would have to be up tonight. you spun and thought about how you'd do that.
you exited the bedroom and found your new dress and heels laid on the bed. Master had selected your official collar for wear tonight, and you gently removed and put away your day collar. Master entered the room silently behind you, but you could feel the quiet stillness of his control make the air heavy around you.
you turned and knelt, head bowed and arms outstretched, presenting your collar to Him. He took it, placed it around your neck, and turned the hex lock screw to lock it in place. He left, and you waited until his footsteps faded down the stairs before lifting your head and resuming your preparation.
you walked into the restaurant as trained, your left hand loosely in Master's right as you stayed one half step behind Him. He kept his steps at a reasonable stride so you could match them, stepping as He stepped. When at rest, such as when He was discussing seating preferences with the hostess, your head was bowed. He would speak for you.
Master selected your meal, complete with alterations and substitutions that He knew matched your tastes. It was exhilarating to not know what you'd be dining on that night until the words left His lips. He was always careful to review the menu with you the day before, but only to pick out the items you had no interest in.
you hadn't said a word in over an hour, but with the drinks and meal ordered, it was time for Master to relax his control. He gave you permission to look at Him and to speak freely, and you exhaled as a familiar tingle settled between your legs. He selected the topic, always something intellectually challenging but not so heady that you'd have no input. Tonight's discussion was on solar farms expanding heavily into rural farmland, including the economic policies that unintentionally led to it, which bled into a common lecture He'd give on why rewarding behavior instead of outcome was paramount. He'd given this speech before, but you'd listen to it 1000 times over just to hear Him say it.
He ordered you dessert. He always reasoned that you could enjoy your sweets as long as you worked off the calories in the bedroom that night...and you would and then some. It was delicious and you spent the entire time distracted by how you were about to trade out those calories.
At home He took no initiative. you were well trained. He entered the bedroom and you followed. He sat on the bed and you knelt to remove his shoes and socks. He stood and you unbuttoned and removed his slacks and boxers. He helped you stand and you unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He climbed on the bed and sat still at you took your place at the foot of it. you danced as you slid your clothes off bit by bit, exposing shoulders and hips first as you moved. you let your hair down and shook it loose.
Finally nude, you crawled to Him on the bed on all fours, and He inspected every last inch. your everything shower had been a success and He found no flaws. He laid back as you dropped your head to his chest, kissing slowly lower as your long hair coated his torso, marking where you'd already been. As you pulled Him into your mouth, you both moaned in unison. you'd been perfect all night and had no plans to be anything less over the next two hours.
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Title: Assistance Needed
Summary: Fresh out of college, you’re looking for a job that pays well and utlizes your degree. You find an ad in the newspaper for a local teacher’s assistant position. When you get accepted for the job, it was nothing like you imagined.
Cw: service play/ slight high protocol, power imbalance, slight exhibitionism, impact play
A/N: This was heavily inspired by the movie Secretary, and if you squint you can see the few lines and scenes I didn’t use from the movie!
Word count: 5.2k
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It had been months since you graduated, your masters degree was practically collecting dust on the desk in your childhood bedroom. You lay on the bed, sprawled out with a newspaper in hand, searching through the pages for local job offers.
“Fast food… Fast food… Another fast food? Really?” You sigh, rolling to your back to gaze at the ceiling. Glow in the dark stars litter the ceiling above you, twinkling back in your imagination. The newspaper is thrown to the side as you sit up and lid the pint of ice cream you were weaning. You head to the kitchen to put it back, old wooden floorboards creaking under you with each step.
“Any luck?” Your mother asks as she sits on the couch in the living room.
“No,” you reply defeatedly, “I’ll keep looking though.”
“You’ll find a good one eventually.” She reassures. Sighing, you trot back up to your room and flip to the next page of the newspaper.
[Local: Teacher’s assistant at UA College.
Pay: $17 per hour. Mon-Fri 2pm-8pm.
Bachelor’s degree or higher required.]
This was it! You weren’t sure if you’d make a good teaching assistant but the pay was at the higher end and you had a degree suited for the job. You circle the ad in red pen and tuck the newspaper away in your bag. Excitedly, you jump off your bed and dance around the room, picking out a nice outfit to wear for tomorrow.
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“I found a good offer, so I’m gunna go hand in my resume.” You say to your mom as you pass by the kitchen.
“You got this, honey! I believe in you!” She cheers, looking up from her book and coffee.
Heading out, you get in your car and drive downtown. The town looks so pretty during this time of year, when the leaves have just started falling off the trees and everything has a warm, orange tone to it. The cool breeze that accompanied today made you change at the last minute. Now, your outfit was a brown, knee-length pencil skirt matched with a white knit sweater and multi-colored scarf. Professional and casual enough for just handing in a resume, you thought. Your car rolls to a stop outside of the university's steps. It was a rather large building made of weathered brick with crumbling cement stairs leading up to the prestigious door. Stepping out of your car, you take the newspaper ad and your resume and begin your ascent.
“How many… damn stairs..” You huff once reaching the top, taking a minute to collect yourself. Every class must’ve gotten out at the same time, as a sudden wave of students burst through the doors, pushing past you and bumping shoulders as they hurriedly leave. Fighting your way against the crowd, you make it inside, scarf and hair a mess. You find the bathroom to pretty yourself back up before going to the front desk.
“Uh, h-hello.” You begin, looking at the lady sitting behind the glass. She pays you no mind.
“Hellooo?” you knock on the glass to get her attention.
“Yes?” Her brow is raised as she looks at you, unamused.
“I saw an ad in the paper about a TA position? For,” you hold up the now crumpled ad, “Professor Aizawa? Would you direct me to his room?”
The receptionist laughs at you, pointing down the hall, “last door on the right. Good luck.” She turns back to her file, writing just as she was before your interruption. Scoffing, you turn and head down the hall.
His door was cracked open, just enough to see a sliver of wall on the inside of the room. You knock, but hear no answer.
“Hello? I’m coming in!” you announce, opening the door the rest of the way. When you take a full step inside, you see a room filled with desks, with a large one at the back, or rather, front, with a green chalkboard behind it. You see who you presume is professor Aizawa sitting at said desk, head buried in a stack of papers.
“Hello?” You walk towards the desk, kitten heels tapping against the vinyl floors.
When the man finally looks up, you notice how tired his eyes are, the way his hair is unkept and strewn across his face, and the way his clothes barely fit him, being far too baggy for his shape.
“And you are?” His tired, red eyes look you up and down.
“Y/N, sir. I saw the ad in the paper for a teacher’s assistant? I brought my resume with me, if you’re still taking applicants.” Your hand stretches out to hand him the resume, something he does not take. Rather, he leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes. Your gulp could be heard from down the hall with how silent it was. Finally, his sigh broke the air,
“What makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”
“Well, I just graduated not long ago myself, so I’m still familiar with college life. I’m not sure what subject you teach, but-”
“Grade this paper for me.” He slides a messily- written paper across the desk.
“What?”
“Need I repeat myself, or do those ears of yours work?” He studies your face, watching as it contorts from confusion to offendedness. Setting down your own papers, you lean over the desk and look at the sheet. The questions are basic level ethics related questions, and this student’s got quite a few wrong. You look around the desk for a pen and find Aizawa’s hand outstretched, already holding one for you.
“Thank you.” you say, fingers brushing against his as you take it from him. You put small X’s beside the incorrect ones, littering the paper with them before sliding it back across the desk. Standing tall, you watch as he scans the paper over.
“Not half bad,” he says, “have you studied ethics?”
“Briefly. My degree is in communications.”
He rises from his seat, circling around his desk to stand beside you. He takes your resume and rips it without even reading it.
“H-Hey! What the hell?!”
“Come back tomorrow at noon. My class starts at two and we need time to prepare a lesson, so don’t be late.” He responds, ignoring the question entirely.
“So I got the job?”
He doesn’t reply and instead walks over to the windowsill that has a small bowl placed by the open window.
“Do me one small favor before you leave, would you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Go behind my desk and grab the small tin of cat food. Bring it here.”
Looking confused, you hesitantly walk behind his desk and see a small tin can tucked away in the corner that had seemingly fallen out of his bag. You bend over to grab it, but it’s too far back. You kneel on the ground awkwardly, given the fit of your skirt, and reach back to get the can.
Aizawa sharply inhales at the sight, his hand rubbing along his chin as he watches you struggle. He’s zoned out on the curve of your ass that’s on display, watching as your skirt tightens around it. You stand and straighten out your skirt before handing him the canned tuna.
“That’s all.” He sighs, popping the lid and scooping out the food into the bowl. You fix your bag that’s falling off your shoulder and begin to leave, when you hear a faint meow from his direction. Looking back, you see a white cat perched on the sill, thankfully eating up the food he laid out. A smile warms your face as you watch him pet the cat.
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The next day, you struggle to find something professional looking to wear. You settle on a light blue blouse with a black, flowy skirt, braiding your hair to ensure it stays out of your face.
The university was empty when you came in for twelve, so you quickly made your way back to Aizawwa’s room. The door was closed this time, so you knocked, but of course, no response.
The door creaks open and you poke your head in, “hello?”
“You were almost late. Come in.” He tells you, leaning back in his chair like yesterday. His eyes scan you again, this time he looks curious and almost a little nervous. He inhales shakily before standing and walking up behind you, a little too close for comfort.
“Go sit.”
“What?”
“Those ears of yours, are you sure they work?”
The nerve on this man. You roll your eyes and take his seat behind the desk. The surface is littered with papers, none of them stacked neatly.
“Sort those and then create today's lesson plan. You have about two hours.” He states before leaving the room.
“Wha…” You sigh, running your hands through your hair.
The task of sorting the papers nearly takes you an hour alone, nevermind coming up with a lesson plan on a subject you’ve barely studied.
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Once Aizawa comes back, students are flooding in behind him. You stand, greeting him with an anxious smile.
“What should I-”
“Stand in the back of the class and watch. Afterwards, you’ll grade more papers.” His bluntness was getting tiring, and it was only your first day. As he begins the lesson, he keeps up a stoic yet rude tone with the class. Every question a student answers is wrong in some way, shape, or form, nothing pleasing the man. When some of the students look back at you, the mystery guest in the room, all you can do is shoot them reassuring smiles and shrugs.
“And what do you pursue the answer is, Ms. Y/N?”
“What?”
“The answer.” Aizawa points to the board.
“Oh, uh, code 3.02: Sexual Harassment, which states-”
He cuts you off, “maybe the question is too hard if my own assistant can’t even answer it,” he sighs. Your face turns red as several students shoot you that same apologetic smile and shrug. Your first day of being a teaching assistant wasn’t going well.
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“Y/N, up here. Now.” The class was empty, students had filed out nearly five minutes ago, but the tension in the air was suffocating. You walk up to the front, heels filling the silent room with ambiance.
“Humiliating me in front of my whole class, who do you think you are?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I just thought since we were on that code section, that my answer would be correct.” Shame fills your lungs, burning with every word.
“Place both your hands on the desk, palms down, shoulder width apart.” He demands.
“I’m sorry?”
He doesn’t repeat himself, just simply stands with his arms crossed beside his desk. Hesitantly, you place both palms on the desk, bent over like a schoolgirl who sinned. He comes up behind you with a hand on the small of your back as he leans over, voice hot in your ear,
“If you ever embarrass me like that again, you will no longer have a job. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes sir! Sorry sir!” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Aizawa’s body heat radiated off on you, his chest now pressed against your back as his hand slid down to your ass. You shift, trying to get up, but his other hand forces your back down.
“Lift up your skirt.”
“Sir, I’m not going to do that.”
“I’m not going to fuck you. I have standards. So lift it.”
His words stung like a hornet. Your eyes got teary as you hiked your skirt up past your ass, your panties on full display for the man. You can hear his breath hitch as he watches, observing the curve of your ass as his hand trails over it. A slap rings through the empty room, followed by a gasp from you. And then another, and another, and another.
“I’ll have to start over if you don’t start counting.”
“Uh, t-three! That was three..” You whine. Who is this man? What is this man? How does he think this is a fit punishment for- slap-
“Four!”
“How many do you think you deserve for humiliating me, hm?”
“I, I don’t know-ah! Five… I don’t know how many, sir.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to keep going until that brain of yours can understand.” He sighs. His hand is red, along with the prints on your ass that will certainly bruise tomorrow if he keeps this up. Sure, it hurts, but heat was radiating in your core, as if your body was betraying you.
Aizawa slaps your ass until your tears drop on the desk below you.
“Sir, I’m so sorry sir, please forgive me, I really need this job!” You cry, hands white knuckling the desk for any form of grounding. With your words, his hand halts.
“Good girl. Now stand and get out. Come back tomorrow, same time.”
You stand and wipe your tears away. Your skirt falls down over your raw ass and the fabric makes it hurt even more, despite how soft it is.
“What about the papers you need graded?”
“It seems I gave you too many responsibilities to start. Prove to me you can do your job and maybe I’ll give you more tasks.”
“But, sir, that was the only task you gave me..”
“You really love making me waste my breath on words, don’t you?” He doesn’t even look at your face as he degrades you, simply pointing to the door with his head down. You sigh in defeat, and quickly leave.
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The next day, you come in eager to please him. You really need this job, and your mind is set on pleasing your employer, doing everything right just so he can praise you for once. You spent hours studying the course load to make sure you were prepared for every question he might ask. But as class goes on, he doesn’t speak a word to you. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence. It carved a hole in your heart; a hole that was begging to be filled by his acknowledgement, his voice directed at you, anything to make you know he wasn’t still mad. When class ended, you rushed up to his desk like a puppy waiting for a treat.
“The papers, sir?”
“He leans back in his chair and looks at you for the first time all day. Your heart skips a beat, a smile beaming across your face.
“Come sit.” He rolls his chair back and pats his lap. Given yesterday's events, this didn’t surprise you. You cross the threshold behind his desk and take a seat.
“Y/N, I need to know that I can rely on you.”
“What? Of course you can rely on me, sir! I really want to show that I can do this job!”
“I know. It’s just-” He pauses, leaning up so his chest is flush against you. You swore you heard him inhale when his face was near your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo, “there’s something about me that I, I don’t want to scare you off with…” He begins, “Given yesterday’s events you can tell I’m not the most normal of employers.”
He pauses, waiting for feedback.
“Uh, I mean, I embarrassed you, so you punished me. Is that… not okay..?” Your willingness to accept this as normal makes Aizawa’s heart feel funny. Every other assistant he’s had was out before the end of the first day. He never had someone stay this long, and now he was crossing into uncharted territory.
“So you’re okay with this? If this is your work life?”
“I wouldn't mind if it was all the time.” you flirt, a smile on your face as you turn to look at the man.
“Don’t say that,” his voice shakes, low and filled with a hint of delight, “we need to keep this professional.”
“I think it’s a little late for that, sir.”
“Take your top off and sit at the first desk.” He commands. You pull your shirt off while in his lap, leaving it on his desk as you stand and stride over to the student desk, taking a seat. He scans your body, taking in every inch of skin exposed. He’s biting his bottom lip so hard you think it might bleed as he grabs a stack of papers and places them in front of you.
“Grade these.”
“I need a pen, sir.” He pulls one out of his pocket and taps your cheek with it. You open your mouth and he places it horizontally for you to bite down. You do so, taking the pan in your mouth as if it were a gag before beginning to grade the papers. He watched over your shoulder for a while, not moving, and seemingly not even breathing as you worked. The few times you glanced back at him, you could see the bulge that was growing beside your face, making your attention falter. You ignore an answer that was incorrect, and Aizawa sighs.
“Stand.” His words snap you out of your focus, but you stand nonetheless.
“Hands on the desk.” You smirk, recalling yesterday’s events. You hike your skirt up without being told, which earns a small hum from the man. His hands find your hips as his groin presses into your ass.
“Um, sir?”
“Don’t speak.” His words are low and gravely, accompanied by the sound of his pant zipper. You had never had relations like this with your boss, surely he wasn’t going to actually fuck you during hours. You don’t dare look back as you hear his breath hitching. He’s moving ever so slightly, small, rugged movements shaking you as one hand remains on your hip. You tentatively look behind you and see him jerking himself off right above your ass.
“Look ahead,” he groans as he slides your panties down.
“Mr. Aizawa, sir!” You gasp, cool air hitting your cunt. He groans as he notices how wet you are. You want nothing more than for him to touch you, but he doesn’t. His fist gets faster as he spills over the edge, cum painting your ass and inner skirt. The hot liquid drips down to your lips, mixing with your wetness.
“Pull those panties up and go get me a coffee.” He sighs as he puts himself away and swiftly sits back at his desk. Your mind is fuzzy, filled with thoughts of him doing much worse to you. You do as he says, and rush to the university lobby.
Tapping on the glass, you grab the attention of the receptionist.
“Oh, you’re still here.” She says, amused.
"Where's the teachers lounge?”
“To your right.”
You run off, making your way to the lounge to quickly make him a coffee. He didn’t say how many creams or sugars, so you put enough to make the coffee light and sweet.
Placing the cup back down on his desk, you watch him take a sip.
“Less sugar next time.”
“Yes sir..” you say, subconsciously hoping for him to teach you another lesson for getting something else wrong, but he doesn’t.
“That’s all for today. Enjoy the weekend, as well.”
Your face drops. Right. Classes aren’t in session over the weekend. The joy of seeing his face tomorrow is ripped away, filled by an indescribable emptiness.
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This wasn’t right. You couldn’t turn to him every time you needed that kind of attention. But how could you ever ask someone else to do that to you? It wasn’t something you asked for, it was something unspoken between two people, it needs to already be there. You groan in frustration as you lay in your bed, fingers between your legs as you recall the last few days. His rough hands coming down on your ass, leaving it red and bruised; the way he used your body like some cheap picture as he pleased himself behind you, leaving your panties sticky for the rest of the day with his cum- it wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
You huff, sitting up. Your own fingers weren’t enough. You needed someone like him to please you. The local bar had blind date nights every Friday, so you figure that’s your only option.
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There aren’t many men who look like him, and besides that, none of them have that edge. Every candidate is boring, ugly, or a mix between the two. For a quick fuck you suppose the decent looking guy wasn’t half bad. The two of you decide to leave the bar and find somewhere more secluded to have your fun. As you were leaving the building, you crossed paths. Aizawa was entering alone, as you were exiting with another man by your side. When you make eye contact, you can see a glint of disappointment. You halt in place, the man beside you doing the same.
“I think I forgot my purse, give me a minute, you can go on ahead.”
“Kay, I’ll be out here.”
You rush up to the bar where Aizawa is sitting, drink already in hand.
“H-Hello, sir..” You start. He raises an eyebrow as he looks toward you, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“And I wasn’t expecting my assistant to be sleeping around with anyone who says yes for a cheap fuck.”
You swallow, your face hot at his words.
“Well, I, I just wanted-” You stop yourself. You can’t tell him what you were really looking for, not when it’s now right in front of you, “Sorry, have a good night, sir.”
He grabs your wrist when you turn to leave. The noise of the bar is silenced, your mind is filled with just him.
“Did I say you were dismissed?” He gulps down his drink and orders another before handing you his keys, “Go sit in my car and wait for me. Don’t speak another word to that man.”
“Y-Yes of course, sir!” You reply, fumbling with his keys as you race out of the building. You click the alarm button to find his car. It was a nice sedan, black with tinted windows. The man you were first leaving with tried stopping you, but you don’t even look back as you get in the car. Through tinted windows he tries speaking to you, until Aizawa comes up behind him.
“My darling just wanted to rile me up tonight, she was never interested in you.” He lies in the man's ear.
“The fuck? Who are you, jackass?”
Aizawa looks the man up and down, not speaking a word. He taps on the passenger's side window, insinuating for you to get out. Stepping out of the car, you’re sandwiched between both men as you look back between the two. Aizawa grabs your chin and forces your gaze on himself.
“Tell this man he was a mistake.”
“What?”
“Need I repeat myself?”
“I, uh, y-you were a mistake.. Sorry..” You look down, feeling too guilty to say it to his face.
“She has standards far higher than anything you could achieve. And don’t act like a cheap whore just because your cunt is wet with need,” he turns to you as he says that last part. You nod, cheeks flushed as you watch the blind date walk away, huffing nonsense into the chilly night air.
“Get in the car.” He commands, and you do so without a second thought. Aizawa fixes his suit before getting in the driver's seat and taking you to his house, not another word spoken.
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As he guides you inside, your eyes are overwhelmed by how tidy his house is. Books litter the shelves along the walls, with plaques of degrees and awards. The furniture looks like high-end leather, colors coming together beautifully to match the paint on the walls.
“Take off your shoes and kneel in front of the couch.”
You take off your flats and do as you’re told, knees hitting the plush carpet. He sits on the couch in front of you, eyes passing over every speck of your body, analyzing you as you wait for a command. He places his leg out, dress shoes still on as he says,
“Grind.”
“Grind against your..”
As per usual, no response from the stoic man. Just a terrifyingly cold stare as he waits. Your skirt is so short you don’t need to hike it up as you steady yourself over his shoe and grind lightly. You grab his leg for stabilization as you hump the top of his shoe, pleasure growing with every pass. The laces give just the right amount of friction on your clothed clit, stimulating every nerve ending down there.
“Maybe I’ll use that cunt of yours if you prove how much of a needy slut you are.” You can’t even look him in the eyes as you grind, too ashamed by the act. He helps you, grabbing your chin between his forefinger and thumb, “Is this what you wanted? Your boss to watch as you fuck yourself on his shoe?” He nods your head for you, not giving you the freedom of responding yourself.
Your orgasm is building, but it’s not enough. You need to feel his cock inside of you like a dead plant needs water.
“Sir,” you whine, eyes glossy with lust as you look at him.
“Not enough?”
“I need more, please sir…”
He sighs, retracting his leg at your plea. He unzips his pants and pulls them down far enough so his cock could spring out. Beads of precum are leaking out of the head, waiting to be licked up.
“Be an obedient girl and suck my cock. Then you can get your reward.”
You pounce up, taking the base of him in your hand as your lips come down around his tip. You give kitten licks to it, lapping up the pre that leaks, tongue flat against the veins on the underside of his cock. He hisses, his fingers getting entangled in your hair. He can’t help but guide your head further down, setting the pace for you as your cheeks hallow to swallow more of him. Needy whines and moans leave your lips, sending vibrations straight to his core as his head sinks back on the couch.
“Just like that..” He moans, “good to know you can do something right, fuck..” His hand is pushing your head down faster, his patience growing thin as he feels closer to the edge. He doesn’t give you the satisfaction of tasting his cum, as he pulls your mouth off before guiding you to stand, fingers still in your hair like a leash. He brings you to his bedroom, hands all over you as he takes each article of clothing off slowly and teasingly. You whine with need, hands gripping his suit as he plays with your emotions.
“Well, go on.” He looks down to his body, “These clothes won’t remove themselves.”
Your hands falter as they remove his three piece suit button by button, sliding each bit of fabric off slowly and carefully, just as he did with your clothes. Once his top is finally off, you make quick work of removing his pants the rest of the way, boxers en suite. He snaps his fingers and points to the bed, a wordless command that leaves you dripping. He towers over you, the smell of his cologne overtaking all other senses. His hands explore your body, tracing every curve while his mouth leaves bites and hickeys along your neck and collarbones. You writhe with need, body twitching to every small touch.
“Sir, please… I need this so bad..”
“Another word without my say and you won’t be getting anything.” He threatens. His cock is throbbing and twitching against your cunt. He grinds against you, collecting your wetness as lube before lining himself up. When he entered, his girth stretched you so wide it hurt. He massages your hips as he pushes further, his other hand coming to your clit to leave small circles.
“Thank you, sir, thank you so much!” you cry, walls clamping down around him, scared if you don’t he might leave and end your pleasure right there.
“Relax- fuck- you’re so tight,” he mutters, hips bucking to bottom out. You grind against him a few times, hips lifting off the bed to get the angle that hits your g-pot just right. Chuckling, Aizawa rolls his hips, digging his cock right into that same spot, causing you to moan his name.
“I want to hear every sound that leaves those lips. No hiding yourself, understand?”
“Yes sir, ‘feels so good..” you moan, back arching off the bed as he continues thrusting into you. His hand comes around your throat, hard enough to make you dizzy, but not hurt. Your hands find his arm, holding him there like an anchor in your sea of pleasure. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper as he relentlessly thrusts into you.
“Who do you belong to?” He grunts in your ear, breath leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“You, I belong to you, Aizawa sir!”
“Good girl.. This cunt was made for me. Just me,” he says, tone as a command and plea, “tell me now; Tell me you’re willing to do this all the time, no breaks.”
“I want this, want you. Control me, sir, I’m here to please you.” You moan, words gruff as he allows you less air.
“I need someone who follows the rules..” he tells you, each word accentuated by his harsh thrusts.
“I’ll follow any rule you-hah- give me, sir. I’m your good girl!”
“Yeah? Are you gunna let me use this pretty pussy whenever I want?” His words are breathier, shakier, as he comes closer to the edge.
“Y-Yes sir, I belong to you.”
“Good girl, you learn your place quickly.” He smirks, hand releasing your throat as both take position on your hips again, forcing your body to come down on him, making the bed slam against the wall.
“Can I please cum, sir? Need it so bad..” you cry as tears fill your lashline.
“Let go for me, baby. Let me feel this pussy soak my cock.” he groans, his hips slamming to meet yours as he pushes you over the edge, him soon following. He stills as he spills his load inside of you, watching as he fucks it back out, the mess coating your thighs and the base of his dick.
“Good girl,” he pants, quieting your moans with a kiss, swallowing each one up as he groans into you. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring and claiming every inch of skin as his.
“Now you stay here. Let me go get us something to clean up.” he says, softened dick leaving you clenching around air. Small sighs leave you as you feel sleep creeping up.
“Ah ah, not yet, darling. Let’s get a bath first, then bed.” You nod, a smile gracing your face. The expression on his is one filled with love and contentment. He’s been searching for someone like you for a while, and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.
Friday night started with me waiting as instructed in the corner Sir was milling around for a bit I was told to stay. He came back into the lounge I thought I heard a mumble but stayed then he shouted I said turn the fuck around I spun around only to be met with a slap across my face. "That was your warning I do not repeat myself" I just nodded shocked I barely heard anything when he walked in. Lesson leared I need to pay more attention. He put the large plug on the floor in front of me told me to lube it with my spit then get it in my ass without my hands. I sat on the plug it took me a few Min to get it in and I basically got it in by fucking it with my ass till it popped in. I was pretty chuffed but got nothing from him. He also attached a heavy length of chain to my collar.
"open" was the only instruction. I knew of course. He rammed his cock down my throat gagging me he went for about 10 Min or so throat fucking me until he came. He then gagged me with a ball gag. You're done for now. I tuned back around and waited again while he watch TV.
"I want snacks" was the next words he said to me. I started asking what he would like through the gag he just stared at me. "Don't make me repeat myself" I had no idea what to get him and ended up going back and forth with about 4 different options eventually he was happy with his snack and sent me back to the corner.
It was about 0800 when he told me I could take the gag out and to go put a gown on and fetch the food delivery. I'm pretty sure the delivery driver saw the chain and collar.
When I got back in the house there was a plastic food bowl in the middle of the floor he took the delivery from me told me to get down ass up and keep quiet.
He ordered a favourite of mine potstickers, Bao buns and pork dumplings. It smelled delicious and I realised how hungry I was. He ate and I couldn't help but look up at him with pleading eyes. He looked at me and asked if I was hungry. "Yes Sir" he told me I could go get mine in the fridge "you'll know it when you see it" I jumped up and went to get my food I was heartbroken when I saw it labelled scraps it was a porridge that had been made in the morning. I brought it through him laughing as he could see the disappointment in my eyes. "In the bowl" I put the slop into the bowl looked at him again and started to move my head to the bowl "stop come here" I went over to him and he locked my wrists using the chain behind my neck. His cock hard he forced my head down on him again sucking him off as he came he said don't swallow spit it on your food then you may eat. I was almost in tears as I was eating I didn't mind the taste but God damn the potstickers smelt delicious. When I was finished eating I thanked him he looked down at me and said "your desert is on the floor behind you" I was confused and as I looked I saw I had made a puddle on the floor under my pussy. I licked it clean obviously but I was amazed I was leaking so much.
The rest of the night involved a few more BJ's and a slap or two.
Bedtime was called at about 11 pm I was dragged to the room bent over plug pulled out blanket over my head and he fucked my ass filling it with his cum. Before I knew it I was plugged again smaller plug this time and the chain locked to my wrist to the bedpost he threw a pillow to me.
Didn't say goodnight or anything just turned off the light and I heard him fall asleep.
To say I was taken aback was an understatement and the thoughts going through my head were chaotic. Then I started thinking.
1. We never had the chain before.
2. He actually made the porridge in the morning.
3. He added the fixing point to the bedpost.
4. He doesn't like potstickers or dumplings
The amount of effort he made just to humiliate degrade torture me.
He really wants me to be happy and is giving me what I want.
Hello culticterror 🙇🏻♀️
I'm a big fan of high protocol owner/slave kink especially under hypnosis
if you're doming in a high protocol scenario what are some of your favorite ways to introduce new rules and play with a sub?
A very good question.
Rules are often a point of contention for me for numerous reasons but I love giving them regardless. You simply have to be smart about how you apply them. Rules have real long term effect, so they also have long term logistics to work out.
For example; a rule to pray to your Superior once a day. — while for some this would seem rather simple at first, it quickly becomes a test of your own ability to ensure you follow through, regardless of supervision which is never guaranteed.
I like to say I come with accessibility options, and it's taken to heart. With how common ADHD is, it can certainly be a lot harder for some to follow more than 2-3 active rules at a time.
So, opting for passive rules is often an easier way to start implementing them. Such as instead of needing my permission to orgasm every time since again I may not be available, having my submissive can instead be required to tell me every time they orgasm.
It's invasive and gives me more information about their habits, and it's extremely hot. Easy to enforce and easy to fuck up for small funish/punishments for those who enjoy those while also a suitable challenge for those who want to prove themselves and never fail their Superior.
But to start? No more than 8 rules when starting out; 10 is a bit of an overshoot you don't always have to reach, especially since it can be hard to come up with rules that aren't cumbersome or annoying. It's easy for things to get overwhelming.
As far as play goes with a sub in a high protocol situation, it all about the subtle control for me. Sly glances met with docile submission—little reminders of their position in contrast to my own. As well as the occasional arbitrary task or other.
Bringing hypnosis into it, it becomes a lot deeper of a bond. That kind of trust, to give someone control over you with a high protocol mindset is a lot of power. As long as you have well practiced agency, it's very fun although can still require careful management by the Tist.
For a smaller scene, there's a lot more you can reasonably get into with it. So I like to do my HP in sprints rather than marathons if that makes sense.
It takes two to tango regardless. So always make sure to vet (aka get to know and discern if they're a safe/good match for you) people before you get into anything too deep. Talk to them and learn about them for weeks at the least for that kind of level of surrender.
Not only for your own safety, but because you are want to be sure they can handle the kind of play you want without taking shortcuts that could spiral out of control.
High protocol has never been a very flashy affair as far as I'm concerned. It's quiet and intense, but often simple. So you don't really need to dig too deep to find satisfaction in your role.
"Effective October 16th 1964, this contract establishes that Cathy is the Dominant and Charlie is the Submissive, with Charlie acknowledging his place beneath her both in private and public spheres.
Charlie agrees to obey Cathy's commands at all times, without hesitation or question, whether related to his duties in the carnival (such as setting up, maintaining attractions, or assisting patrons) or personal matters. He will maintain a clean and presentable appearance at all times, ensuring he is physically appealing to her expectations.
Cathy will maintain authority by giving direct orders that must be followed promptly, and may issue punishments for disobedience, including but not limited to: spanking, physical restraint, extra chores (such as cleaning the carnival grounds or assisting with heavy tasks), and denial of privileges (such as access to private areas or time with friends).
Charlie will address Cathy as "Miss Cathy" at all times, unless directed otherwise. He must always stand when she enters the room, and show deference through eye contact and posture. Rewards for obedience include praise, special privileges (such as access to her private quarters or specific tasks of his choosing), and physical indulgences like affection or intimacy, depending on her discretion.
They will use a safe word—"Red"—to stop any activity, and Charlie may request a time-out if overwhelmed by the intensity of the relationship. All matters of privacy and discretion will remain confidential, with neither party sharing the specifics of the contract or their dynamic without mutual consent.
The contract will remain in effect for 3 months and will be reviewed or terminated only after a formal discussion between both parties.
Any breach of the contract may result in further disciplinary action, and both parties agree to communicate openly to ensure the safety and emotional well-being of the dynamic at all times."
Charlie looks over the contract. He loves Cathy but wants something in writing to keep things in check. The section about the safe word especially feels important. Cathy can be very prissy and elitist at times. This will make sure things won't go too far.
"Are you alright with this Charlie?"
He finishes reading it.
"Ok let's give this a go."
He signs the contract. If it's only for 3 months might as well give it a try.
An: I'm running out of requests so if you have a character or scenario that you want me to write leave a comment on any Kinktober post.
ngl my best friend requested this one. i did my best :')
enjoy!!
7:00am - Pet wakes up. Timothy wakes up every day at the exact same time. While you get the entire queen-sized bed to yourself, Timothy sleeps at your feet every night.
7:10am - Pet uses bathroom. Timothy approaches the bathroom door. You silently stare at him, waiting for any type of response. The look that Timothy gives you is needy, desperate. He knows that if he makes any noise right now, he’ll get punished. You give Timothy a nod and he hurries into the bathroom to relieve himself.
7:20am - Pet gets dressed. Timothy appears from the bathroom, hair still wet. You hold his collar out to him, which he puts on wordlessly.
7:30am - Pet eats breakfast. Timothy sinks to his knees in front of his food and water bowl, looking at you expectantly. You pour water into one bowl and his breakfast in the other. You command him to eat, and he does eagerly. Once finished, Timothy looks at you again, his way of asking to be finished with breakfast, and you nod. Timothy carries his food bowls to the sink to wash and dry them.
8:00am - Pet completes daily workout. After being excused from breakfast and dishes, Timothy heads into the at-home gym to start his daily workout. One mile walk, plus 30min of yoga to remain slim and flexible.
9:30am - Pet takes a shower. Timothy has yet to say a word all morning. After finishing his workout, he pads to the bathroom, signaling to you that he’d like to take a shower. You grant permission for him to do so.
10:00am - Pet changes into outfit for the day. You lay today’s outfit out on the bed for Timothy to find. You’ve carefully picked out every single item that he is wearing. Timothy gets dressed without even glancing at his outfit.
10:30am - Pet and Master leave to run errands. Timothy sits in the passenger seat of your car, head lowered and staring at his hands. You tell him about your plans for the day, but you do not give him permission to speak. He stays silent, obedient.
11:00am - Pet and Master do some shopping. While you shop, Timothy follows closely behind you. His arms are full of shopping bags; he’s happy to carry these for you. Whenever a sales associate or cashier asks Timothy a question, he looks to you to answer them.
12:00pm - Pet eats lunch. Today’s lunch is just a protein shake. After receiving your permission, Timothy happily laps it up from his drink bowl. Once he’s excused, he gets up to wash the food bowl.
12:20pm - Pet takes a nap while Master goes out. Timothy curls up on the foot of your bed and falls asleep. You, on the other hand, leave to spend time with some friends. You keep tabs on Timothy while you’re gone with a cat camera set up in your bedroom.
3:00pm - Pet wakes up and stays in bed until Master returns. Timothy wakes up, but notices that you aren’t home yet. He was told to stay in his spot on the bed until you return home, so that is what he does. Timothy stares at the ceiling while listening to the clock tick.
3:30pm - Master returns home. You’ve kept an eye on Timothy the entire time you were out, and he’s stayed exactly where he’s supposed to be. You greet him in your bedroom and praise him for following directions so well.
3:35pm - Pet is rewarded by Master. Because of his good behavior, Timothy has earned cuddles and head pets. This is one of the rare occasions where he’s allowed at the head of the bed with you. Timothy’s head is in your lap, and you reward him by petting his soft hair.
4:00pm - Pet has enrichment time. All hobbies that Timothy engages in were hand-picked by you. Today he’s painting. Timothy sits at his easel and paints while you sit nearby, watching.
5:30pm - Pet eats dinner. You prepare a healthy dinner for Timothy, filled with lots of vegetables. Timothy eats everything but the peas. You scold him for not eating all of his food that you prepared specially for him.
6:00pm - Pet receives punishment. Because Timothy was ungrateful and didn’t finish eating all of his food that you prepared, he’s getting punished. You carefully lock his chastity cage into place and warn him that he is not allowed to even think about touching himself.
6:15pm - Debrief with Master. While you sit at your desk in your home office, Timothy sits on the floor next to you. You speak to him about all the things he’s done well today, his mistakes, and how he can be better. You give him permission to speak his mind, and while he appreciates the opportunity, he states he does not need it. You two go over your contract, always making sure nothing needs to be added or taken away to make the relationship is comfortable and safe.
7:30pm - Pet gets ready for bed. After being dismissed, Timothy goes to the bedroom to get ready for bed. He takes off today’s outfit, collar included, and puts them in their appropriate spaces. You give him permission to brush his teeth and use the bathroom before bed as well.
8:00pm - Pet goes to sleep. Timothy falls asleep on the foot of your bed after you praise him and wish him a goodnight.
TWST Kinktober Day ...16.....: Maleanor Draconia x Reader
Kinks: High Protocol
You stand in the corner of a long dining room. Its cold as ever, but you have no say in it. Your lieges internal temperature is much higher than your own. You hold a candle near yourself just to keep your hands warm, lit with her own green fire so generously. The clinking of silverware against her plate echoed throughout the room. It was oh so lonely. There wasn't even another person like you in the room. You turn to the candle and bring it close to your chest just for a moment so you may experience warmth. You are exceedingly careful in your movements as you bring the flame to yourself. You cannot make a motion that would even slightly draw your queens attention.
You softly open your mouth and let the heat of the flame billow into you. It goes down your esophagus like a warm tea almost. You blow out any of the smoke carefully as to not make her notice you. You stare forward, attempting not to look at her horns. The way they light of your flame glints off of them feels as if she is watching you with her eyes from the back of her head. Her soft chewing stops as does the clinking of her silverware. You stand ready for her voice to call.
"Servant, please fill my cup."
She says as she nudges a goblet by her side outward to the edge of the table with her ring finger. You put the candle down and pick up a pitcher of berry wine. You expect she will finish the pitcher before the night, as such you have poured the entire bottle into the pitcher beforehand. You pick up the once cold pitcher and bring it to the table, you hold the goblet down to the table and pour into it. The dark purple liquid seeps into the cup. You glance at her plate and notice it's practically barren.
"Would you like me to take your plate away?"
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You instinctively reach for the plate, a mistake. She swipes your hand away. You run cold as she stares up at you, you don't dare lift your eyes to her. You bring them back down as you pull back your hand. The sound of her chair squeaking as she pushes it out and stands up sends a shiver down your spine.
"Stand straight."
She says, and you do so. Following the pre determined position. You stand straight, your feet not touching and legs slightly outward. Your back and chin up but eyes facing down. She walks around the the table and looks you up and down. Your eyes glance at her behind for a moment, it fills you with shame and lust. You feel her nails glide along the back of your neck. You hold back a shiver as she does.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
You answer without a moment of hesitation, it brings a smile to her face. She comes around your front and smacks the metal pitcher from your hands. You flinch as it slams against the floor and spills out, she lifts your chin.
"Look at me"
You do, and find your gaze met with hers. Her beautiful green eyes, as bright as a burning fire. She giggled at you and grabs her goblet. She brings it to her lips and lifts it as she begins to drink. You watch her gulp down the cup as a droplet leaks down her chin and neck.
"Ma'am, your drink is leaking.."
She finishes with a last gulp and sets the goblet down before looking to you.
"So clean me"
You raise a hand to wipe it but she stops you
"Do not put your hands on me."
You lower them and think of the next best course or action. What you really want to do. You stand up on your tippy toes and drag your tongue along her naval and up her neck. You wipe her clean with your tongue and stop before you reach the crevice of her lips. You go back down to your stance and look back at her to find a pleased smile on her face.
"You're such a good little servant"
She says as she smiles, you smile in return but suddenly you feel a pain shoot up between your legs. Maleanor knees you in the groin and causes you to fall to your knees.
"Ah, my apologies. I simply didn't want to use my words."
She slides her foot between your thighs as her hand rests into your hair. You feel her leg rub against your sex as you whimper on the floor. Your hands bracing yourself from it. Her other hand reaches down to her leggings. And slowly pulls down a bit of the fabric. Exposing her bare thigh skin to you.
"Show me your love and devotion~"
She says as you slowly grind against her leg. You raise your hands while looking up at her. She nods and you grasp her leg with both your hands. You tenderly feel her, and hold onto her as you press your lips to her bare thigh skin. You rub against her leg and practically hump it while you kiss her thigh. You try not to leave any marks but it becomes difficult the more you do it. You decide to simply peck at it with your lips. You worship what she allows of you happily, he hands come through your hair and her nails gently scratch against your scalp. It feels amazing, you rub yourself against her until you start to leak. You go faster as you passionately kiss her thigh until you're out of breath and gasping for more.
"Mmm...mmmnmghf..~"
You go faster until your eyes shoot open and you realize how close you are. By then it's too late. You shut your eyes and kiss her leg one last time before a rush of pleasure runs down you. You feel yourself squirt and shoot against her foot. You exhale through your nose as you sit wrapped around her legs. You softly break your lips off of her thigh and look up at her stupidly. Her smile is ever present as her hand rubs your head.
"Stand~"
You do as she says, weakly putting your legs into a kneel as you push yourself up from heaven. You grip the table to help support yourself. Her hand leaves her head and feels at your side to help you up. It comes to your chin as you look up at her.
"I-l-love you..."
You mumble to her, she giggles
"Yes, I love you too~"
She kisses your forehead, leaving a black mark from her lipstick
"I'll get someone to clean up the mess. Now, go prepare me a bath. I'll let you join me~"
You nod and walk away weakly with a thumping in your chest and blush on your face. She watches you leave. She shakes her head with a smile.
"I don't know if I'll ever fully understand you, your interests are so... fascinating"
She jokes to herself as she reaches out a hand. Green magic softly swirls around the pitcher and spill on the floor. The liquid separates from the pitcher into a floating purple ball of it. The magic keeping it together. She puts the pitcher back on the tray and brings the remaining liquid to her goblet. It sloshes in neatly and she looks at it.
"I probably shouldn't drink this, this was on the floor"
She thinks to herself. She looks around and shrugs before lifting her head up and drinking the goblet. She wipes her lips and then puts the goblet back down. She reaches her hand out and rings a bell for the dinner maid to take away the plates before leaving for your bath.
@radiowave2 (I'm pretty sure someone else wanted tags for Maleanor fics but I don't remember I'm sorry...)
