Bait and Switch Literotica Winners
This month, I reached out and asked you to explore the depths of your minds to share your deepest fantasies with me—the prompt? Bait and Switch. Many of you got back to me with some amazing stories… Some that really titillated the senses, and piqued my interests. To the subs and footstools that awakened something in me, your stories are below. The winners receive a free months subscription to my fan sites.
The winning stories will be read on my AVN Stars and OnlyFans.
Bait and Switch
First Place: What Have I Done?
By Deranged Piglet
Twitter @derangedpiglet
I had been commissioned to create artificial life. An automaton with which a person could beat. Torture. I did my best to make it as lifelike as possible. The client wished for a male type who would react as a normal human male would. Rather than torturing an actual human, this automaton surrogate could be the target for all the sadistic inclinations the client could come up with.
It's skin tough, but reactive. Artificial bruises and lesions would develop and then eventually heal after becoming damaged. It's skeleton is strong, but malleable so broken bones could then reform themselves. It's a wonder the things that can be done with smart metals nowadays.
It is intelligent so that it could behave as a human. Cower, fight back, scream. I gave it sensitive areas as a standard, healthy human male might, but also endurance so that the client may have his way for a longer period.
I also gave it a well-defined, almost chiseled physique. Strong. Athletic. Defiant. Proud. I also gave it an ideal, if slightly arrogant manhood.
The night before the handover, I was inspecting the automaton's body for imperfections. It stood before me, fully naked.
I told it to raise it's arms. It raised it's arms, staring straight ahead blankly. I ran my fingers from wrist to elbow, then to underarm, feeling the smoothness of the synthetic skin. I could see goosebumps begin to form. Interesting. I hadn't asked for that. The client will be pleased.
I asked the automaton to bend over the workbench. It complied, bending at the waist and placing it's forearms on the bench. I hefted a leather strap and gave it a hard swat across the buttocks. It gasped as a normal human would, and then jumped up and grabbed it's posterior to try and alleviate the pain. Good. That is perfect. And enough for the night.
I told the automaton to get into it's packing crate. I went to the room next door and lay down on my cot to try and get some sleep. I dreamt of being held down. fight it but my limbs were unable to break free!
I woke up to find that I was naked and laying in the packing crate. The automaton was standing over and looking down at me. It wore my clothes? This can't be right. I must be still asleep.
The automaton reached into its… my pocket and pulled out a packet of dermaseal, much like superglue. and sealed my lips together. He was too strong and try as I might, it forced my jaw together with one hand and manipulated my lips with it's fingers and made good on it's promise.
I was naked, restrained, and gagged with a look of absolute horror on my face. There was nothing I could do. The automaton closed the lid on the packing crate and became me even as I became him.
I have realized my mistake. But what have I done?\
Second Place: The Clerk
Ben awkwardly approached the store clerk, his girlfriend Emily stood behind him trying her best not to giggle. Ben stammered, “I was wondering if we could take a look at your specialty chastity cages?” Sara quickly eased the tension, “No need to be embarrassed our shop is known for them, did you have anything particular in mind?”
Emily chimed in, “We'd like it to have some sort of locking mechanism that will work with a PA piercing.”
Ben's mind wandered and he wondered how things got to this point. Emily was always a bit edgier than him. He never quite understood what she saw in him, but felt like he hit the jackpot when they started dating and he was willing to indulge in whatever it took to keep her happy. The bondage games started out innocently enough. She'd just tie him to the bed and tease him a little, or ask him not to touch himself for a few days. It was Emily's idea for him to get the PA piercing. She told him the idea made her wet every time she thought about it. That was all it took, Ben surprised her with it the next week. Emily's teases grew crueler over time and Ben orgasms became more infrequent.
“Are you sure you want the PA chastity cage sir?” Ben snapped back to reality, “Oh um yes.” Sara giggled, “Ok, but seriously don't lose the key, that thing absolutely won't come off without it.” Ben made his purchase and in a daze walked toward the door with Emily. Sara called him back, “Sir you forgot your receipt.” Ben rushed back and Sara whispered in his ear, “I have a spare key if it ever gets to be too much.”
Months went by and Ben found himself back in the store standing in front of Sara with a rather pitiful look on his face. “Oh hi Ben, how's that cock cage working out for you?” Ben grimaced and told Sara that he hadn't been unlocked since the day he left her store. Nearly in tears he recanted how Emily now found it amusing to cuckold him. Sara laughed, “That bitch.”
She flipped her store's sign to closed and guided Ben to a bondage cross. Before Ben could react, he found himself expertly restrained.
Sara slid her skirt and panties off, “That's embarrassing, my panties are soaked.” Her fingers slowly drifted downward, “Ben could you please help me get this tight little pussy fucked?” Ben nodded. As Sara's moaning increased, her hand delicately made its way to........her phone.”
“Hi Emily, it's Sara....yea, he's here.” Ben could hear Emily laughing through the phone.
“Poor boy.....he thinks I have a key.” “I'll have him in a ball vice before you get here, but bring your strap-on my pussy is wet and he certainly isn't fucking anyone.” Sara ended the call and her attention turned back to Ben, “She sounded angry, hopefully she takes out her frustration on my pussy.”
Third Place: Switch and Bite
By Beneath You
Instagram @high__heelz
I sit in the waiting room anxiously anticipating my first session — searching through my recollections; eagerly attempting to visualize which kinks I filled out on the submission form. Suddenly, the door opens, but no one is there. I interpret this as part of the schtick and take my cue to enter. It’s dark. The door swings shut, leaving me in a completely consumed in darkness. I begin to surrender to my nerves. But then a calm, resounding Female voice collects me.
“Relax,” She says.
The reverberating pressure waves of Her voice pulse through me. I’m less anxious, yet more frightened at the same time; I’m excited.
The lights turn on. They’re blinding. I search all around…. there She is — piercing, wondrous eyes; red, supple, lips; radiant physique; eminent personality. She moves towards me for what feels like an eternity. It doesn’t seem as though She gets any closer, just larger. She’s taller than I thought. An illusion? She’s larger with every step until…. She’s towering above me!
No, this can’t be! She’s gigantic!
“Is this not what you wanted, tiny man?” She asks, mockingly.
“This…. isn’t what I had in mind,” I barely make the utterance.
“Hmm, let’s see here. A foot fetishist…. That’s original,” she jests. “Let’s turn it up a notch.”
Suddenly, She lifts her enormous right foot above me. A blast of fragrant air rushes over me. A shadow blankets me as Her gorgeous face is eclipsed by Her sole.
“Enjoy,” She laughs.
Her foot slams down, pinning me against the floor. I’m completely engulfed. My head just peaks out between Her big and first toe. She presses just enough for me to lose my breath, then eases off a bit so I don’t pass out. As I breath, I am completely entranced by Her aroma.
“So helpless down there. I could flatten you without the slightest difficulty.”
I’m in another world; subspace is in a whole new reality. The fear, the horror, the humiliation and degradation are completely unfathomable.
She lifts Her foot off me and sets it delicately back next to the other. She cocks her head slightly to analyze my elation, then flashes a grin.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She bends at the waist, reaches down and grabs my legs between her thumb and index finger, then pulls me skyward. Up past her knees… then her chest…. neck…. and then…. Those eyes; pupils like wonderful black holes sucking my being into Her as if to say — I’m utterly, completely Hers.
“Your fantasies don’t end with feet, pathetic tiny.”
Her lips part, unveiling her perfect teeth. She hoists me up and tilts her head back. I look down at her mouth agape; red lips, and her tongue so inviting — like a warm bed to rest on. It’s at this point I snap out of my trance and realize my predicament. This isn’t fantasy.
“No wait!” I cry out. “Please! I don’t want to be eaten.”
“The choice, isn’t yours to make,” She tells me.
She begins to lower me slowly. I struggle to break free, but it’s no use.
“No!” I scream as I pass through Her lips.
She releases me and I fall on her tongue. She slowly, intentionally, closes Her mouth around me. She sloshes me back and forth in her mouth and finally swallows me whole.
Dominated.
“No!” I scream as the VR headset is taken off my head.
“Relax! You’re back. Was that worth it, or what?” She asks, smiling.
I just take a breath and regain my bearings.