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Humiliation High is a place of education, akin to a high school or college, where women who are above the age of 18 and have graduated from a prior spot of education may come to for free further education. However, there's a catch involving a natural urge to humiliate among students and even start alongside natural exposes often occuring. We follow the many humiliating storie of it's female only cast, involving many instances of them winding up naked or exposed in public! Alongside that you could probably expect many wedgies to be given out while at the academy, as well as other humiliating situations such as wettings, diaperings, spankings and so much more! Note that as stated in the first paragraph all characters are depicted as 18+

There is little magic left in the world—and for former ranger Rowana, back from the wars, all she wants is peace and her own pipe-weed farm. Until a busty Orc stumbles into her camp one night. Now the simple life that she wanted is about to get a lot more complicated—a lot more fun—and dangerous.

Brothers to Daemon and Viserys, the youngest Targaryen will follow his own path

Tera Baker works alone. That's how it works. Until a mystery woman turns her world upside down.

I stole a forbidden book to escape my dull life—what I got was a one-way trip to a dimension ruled by lust and domination. Now, I'm no longer human. My body is curvier, monstrous… desired. In the emperor’s palace, pleasure is power, and refusal is . Creatures beg to be used, moan to be broken. I’m into a net dress, paraded like prey, and chosen by the emperor himself—a being known for “ pleasure.” I didn’t ask for this. But my body betrays me. My mind spirals. Can I resist him… or will I crave what he does to me.

Synopsis: Tangled in a Trance I’m a fierce, blonde-haired journalist in a bustling city, hell-bent on exposing hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: a renowned hypnotherapist whose charm and success irk me to no end. I pursue him relentlessly, my pen poised to ruin his career with a scathing exposé. After a heated back-and-forth, he throws down a challenge: one session. If he fails to hypnotize me, I can humiliate him publicly, ending his practice. But if he succeeds, my subconscious will obey his commands, proving his craft’s legitimacy and serving as free marketing. I accept, smirking, certain I’ll crush him. The session begins, and I’m smug, convinced my willpower is ironclad. But as his voice weaves its spell, my confidence wavers. He plants triggers: every text I receive prompts me to unbutton or remove one piece of clothing, and every phone call forces me to strip completely naked for minutes, wherever I am. He lets me leave, thinking I’ve won, my article half-written to destroy him. The hypnotherapist toys with me, sending strategically timed texts and calls that catch me in public, just out of sight. I’m determined to expose him, but each trigger proves he’s already won. My article falters as I struggle to manage my unraveling dignity. The thrill of the close calls mix with sheer embarrassment, my face burning as I plot my escape. Back at the news station, my friends sense something’s off. They prod, playfully sending texts to test me, unaware they’re triggering my exposure. A blouse opens on set, just off-camera; I laugh it off, but my voice quakes. I can’t explain why I need them to stop without risking their exploitation of me for ratings. They uncover the truth—my deal with the hypnotherapist—and turn it into a front-page story. Gleefully, they reveal my triggers: texts and calls. For maximum suspense, they leak my phone number one digit per day on air, inviting the public to “test” hypnotherapy’s power. Each broadcast drives me wild with dread, my phone a ticking bomb. Strangers begin texting, each ping stripping away another layer, forcing me into alleys or bathrooms to obey. I beg friends to stop contacting me, but can’t reveal why, knowing they’ll weaponize it against me. The hypnotherapist revels in my unraveling, his playful taunts stoking the indecent thrill of each near-exposure. Tension builds as I navigate close calls—unbuttoning at work , stripping during catholic church service while everyone's eyes are closed in prayer. My cheeks stay flushed, my body quivers at the thought of the next trigger. I scramble to anticipate texts and calls, but the randomness keeps me off-balance. The power play between us crackles: my drive to humiliate him clashes with his slow, deliberate exposure of me. My friends’ playful betrayal at the station, chasing ratings, heightens my desperation. As the final digit of my number airs, the city’s texts flood in, and I face the ultimate test of managing my spontaneous indecency, humiliated yet electrified by the hypnotherapist’s victory and my own total, public & undeniable surrender broadcasted for all the world to see in broad daylight.

Rosario is a young 19 year-old Latin femboy fresh out of high school who is in all sense of the term a loser. During high school Rosario was a quiet nerdy kid who never got invited to parties or had any girlfriends. Now after he's finished high school he intends to be a different man. Just how far will Rosario go to change himself.

Von hetero zu homo

Me voy de vacaciones a Egipto y uso una aplicación de móvil para follarme a todos los hombres que me apetezcan.

This is a one-shot tale/worldbuilding. For a story or RPG (tabletop or otherwise) revolving around erotic mind-control and sexual slavery. There is a general Gorean inspiration here, as usually is the case for most settings I shape. I didn't tried to include numbers or any proto game-mechanic here. Just the idea of what those mechanics could be.

Je m’appelle Claudia, je suis française d’origine portugaise, j’ai 23 ans et je travaille au secrétariat d’une startup créée il y a environ six ans. Je mesure 1m71 avec un corps fin , un beau ventre plat avec une poitrine mensuré 80A mais bien formé grâce aux sport. Et pour finir, un super fessier bombé grâce à la danse. Je ne crois pas vraiment en l'amour et mon historiques est plutôt décevant. Vais-je un jours avoir de la chance ?

Anna Lee gets dicked down by BBC

Hallo, mein Name ist Wajunia. Komischer Name, oder? Nun ja, dafür gibt es eine einfache Erklärung. Bis vor kurzem war ich ein mehr als 50 Jahre alter forschender Professor namens Walter. Mein Leben hatte sich jedoch dramatisch verändert, nachdem ich die Gestalt einer junge Frau namens Junia angenommen hatte. Deshalb auch Wajunia, das steht für Walter + Junia sozusagen ...

Welcome to the wonderful world of Pokémon! You are a traveler, whether that's an Isekai protagonist from our world, a Multiversal wanderer, a Time traveler, or originally from this new reality. You are familiar with Pokémon in some way! And are ready to explore the Hydra region! All realities converging in one lust-filled place! Some are different from the others by meager amounts, and some are drastically different. But there are some main factors that contribute to the makings of the Hydra region across the majority of realities. But before we get into the trivia, how about a history lesson? Long ago, all regions were split apart. They were named Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, Alola, Galar, and Paldea. Since the dawn of whenever, the two legendary Pokémon Kyogre and Groudon fought relentlessly. Their fights would've caused the end of the world as we know it, if not for Rayquaza. But one day, an evil organization named "Team Magma" reawakened the slumbering Groudon and almost spelled out the doom for mankind! (Yes, this story takes place in a world where the MC from Ruby lost. so what?) Despite the struggles of the champions from all across the world, all seemed lost. Groudon kept creating more and more land, eventually making a supercontinent. That's when an old tower was discovered. There, Rayquaza was reawakened and fought back Groudon. Finally putting the beast back to rest. But the damage was already done. 95% of mankind had died, and there were not nearly enough people to repopulate... that's when some degenerate first discovered the Pokémon's ability to conserve and give birth to humans! Over the next thousand years, the old Pokémon had evolved, now they had humanoid reproductive organs and an anthropomorphized appearance! Nowadays, humans don't just fuck Pokémon for repopulation. Most do it either out of pleasure... or out of sport. Pokémon battles have always existed, the cost of losing one is just a couple hundred Pokédollars. Now, the punishment for losing was total dominance over the loser. Paying with money was still on the table, but for most winners, getting sexual gratification was all that they desired. It's a tough world. Gangs still run amuck, sexual predators... The women of this world experiencing the worst of humanity. The common belief was that women were useless, made obsolete by the Pokémon's fertility. Although things have calmed down over the past thousand years, discrimination is still a large factor in their day-to-day lives. Follow Rayquaza's example and save humanity from its darkest ages, or become like Groudon and do whatever you want, where you want, when you want. This is a story about trying to not get in a world that wants to fuck your brains out. (Public)

An Apocalypse of a different variety where you are trying not to get infected but will you hit a bad end? (A gay story)

Zwei Mitbewohner entdecken sich neu

One day, a regular, boring guy stumbled upon a genie. This led him to being cursed to form a harem wether he likes it or not.

*basiert auf wahren Begebenheiten*

Journal of a very private chat with a guy I've never met - Notizen aus einem sehr privaten Chat mit einem Mann, den ich nie getroffen habe.

Emma is angry with her husband when someone drops by spontaneously to cheer her up. What happens next was not intentional or foreseen by her.