Author: absurdmalefantasy

Home invasion part 2 [MMF, CNC]

I ambled over to her slowly, savouring the anticipation, enjoying the sense of rising panic in her eyes, and her ineffectual thrashing. I looked over at him, he was wall eyed and slack jawed, but he could not keep his eyes from me.

I lined myself up at her entrance, and enjoyed her entirely ineffective attempts to get out of my way. I ran my coarse hands over her body, taking every liberty, enjoying the way she shuddered and attempted to recoil for my touch. “Look me in the eyes while I rape you” I demanded, and she did, defiantly meeting my gaze as I entered her.

And so I jackhammered until she burst into tears and tried to look away. I snarled at her and roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to look. She closed her eyes so I slapped her, hard, and she stared at me blankly for the remainder of the assault, her sobs becoming faster and more rasping as the ordeal continued.

By the by I let up, slid out of her, and walked back across the room to her husband, smirking and picking up my gun along the way. I uncuffed him, detatched him from the radiator, and recuffed him, walking him back to the bed. Read more »

Home invasion [MMF, CNC]

I arrived at their house around 2am. I found the key under the doormat where I knew they kept a copy, and let myself in silently. Once inside I listened, and hearing no sound of movement took a moment to take my balaclava out of my bag and put it on. I then tiptoed about the house, looking for their bedroom.

I found it and paused. The silence inside was too quiet. I didn’t hear the deep breathing of a couple sound asleep. Instead I heard nothing. Almost like the people inside weren’t breathing at all. Had I woken them? Were they still awake?

I tried the door and my suspicions were immediately confirmed when my turning of the handle was met with a woman’s shriek. Time for plan b. I flung the door open, flipped the light on, and pointed my gun at the terrified pyjamad couple in the double bed before me.

The gun was a replica, not only was it not loaded but there was not even a chamber to load. But it was a delightfully realistic looking replica – almost indistinguishable from the real thing, particularly at a distance. “If you don’t shut her up immediately she dies” I growled at the man as he desperately tried to calm and reassure her before ultimately panicking and placing his hand firmly over her screaming mouth. Read more »

The Club [BDSM]

It looked like a basement flat of an ordinary townhouse in a well to do area backing onto the park. Only the doormen standing by the entrance gave any indication that it was not a private residence. There were no signs. If you don’t know about the club then it most certainly isn’t for you. Membership is exceptionally exclusive, with a lengthy process of vetting, references and sponsorship. Members are allowed to bring one guest for whom they accept responsibility. Any misbehaviour results in the permanent expulsion of the guest, the member, and the member that sponsored that member’s membership, so people tend to behave.

Even so there was a need for doormen, and indeed the doormen were the main reason the club was so expensive. In fact doormen really does not do them justice, they were responsible for the safe and smooth running of the club. They were present in a ratio to customers that would make a daycare proud, in their matching light grey suits and discrete headsets. As well as being large and intimidating and proficient in some of the less sophisticated martial arts, each was thoroughly trained in risk aware consensual kink. Their job was to know the hard and soft limits of everyone they were observing, to watch for safe words and safe signals, and to always be on hand to activate quick release mechanisms or simply step in when someone was going to far. Read more »

The challenge [BDSM]

You will lie down on a bed in the spreadeagle position.

I will pluck four long hairs and tie each of them around your wrists and ankles. I will tie four ribbons to the four corners of the bed and around the four hairs.

I will then use all the skills and tools of pleasure and pain at my disposal to make you either break one of those four hairs or make you speak. If at the end of an hour you have not said a word and all four hairs are intact: you win. If you snap any of the hairs, or you say anything at all in that hour: I win.

You game?

The ordeal [F] [BDSM]

You will firmly bound to a bed in the spreadeagle position

You will count slowly to ten. When you reach ten I will hold a Hitachi wand against your clit for a minute. You will then count slowly to ten again. I will then hold it against your clit for two minutes. This will repeat fifteen times, meaning that your final ordeal will last quarter of an hour by which time, as you will know if you know triangular numbers, the wand will have been pressed against your clit for two hours in total.

You have very little control over proceedings. If you count to ten too fast I will simply wait until you complete the count again at proper speed. If you count to ten too slowly, refuse to count to ten, attempt to say anything else, or repeatedly count to ten too fast, I will simply hurt you and keep hurting you with greater and greater intensity until you resume the count in the proper form. As you can see I have plenty of means for applying pain available to me. Anything else you say or do I will simply ignore.

You game?

The dice are in charge [F] [Bondage]

You wear nothing except a ballgag. You lie face up on the bed, your ankles, wrists and knees bound tightly with a stiff bungee chord. Your body is pulled tight. If you struggle with all your might you might be able to move a limb quarter of an inch, but it will then be powerfully and inexorably dragged back into position as your muscles give in.

A Hitachi wand is strapped onto your clit. Crocodile clips fasten to either side of your nipples. Wires from both run to the switch box and variable resistor in my hand.

You may think I am in charge, but the dice are.

I roll, and I set the intensity of the variable resistor accordingly, from one to five.

I roll again, and turn the switch to massage your clit for that length of time. Ten seconds for one, twenty second for two etc…

I repeat.

When I roll for intensity and get a six I switch from pleasure to pain. Now instead of massaging your clit I send electric shocks across your nipples.

Again the first role is for intensity, one to five. Read more »

The Cheerleader’s Contract [FMMM+ CNC Free Use (kinda)]

1 Your appointment to the cheerleading squad is conditional upon you signing this contract and agreeing to everything in it, in its attached annexes and in the attached code of conduct. In addition you must pass an audition and submit a letter of support signed by the entire football roster, the coach, the cheer coach and all current cheerleaders in good standing.

2 In attempting to join the squad you acknowledge that some of the aforementioned individuals may well, and to a certain extent are expected to, demand sexual favours in exchange for their signature.

3 As a squad member you will be expected to adhere to the attached code of conduct. This code controls almost every aspect of how you live and behave. It requires you to be diligent in your training, maintain peak physical fitness, take great care of your physical appearance, and dress and behave in such a manner as to be alluring at all times. It also requires you to maintain strict boundaries particularly with all men not on the football roster. You must not engage in romantic or sexual activity with any non footballer, your behaviour with non footballers may, indeed to a certain extent must, be flirtatious but with a clear sense of where the line is – described in further detail in the code of conduct, and no non footballer may ever see you wearing any outfit more revealing than your cheer costume or a conservative bathing suit. You are also responsible for ensuring that there are no photographs, videos or social media posts on the internet which would contravene the code of conduct. Read more »

What do you remember? [MMF]

You asked me what I remember of the other night. I remember a lot, but not everything. I remember little snippets, vignettes, but not what order they happened in or what happened between them.

I remember a happy drunken night with you and your boyfriend, like many nights before it, but somehow different, the atmosphere for some reason electric.

I remember telling your boyfriend that I’d blow him if he let me fuck you and it somehow seeming like the most natural and normal thing in the world, a logical continuation of whatever we had been talking about, but I don’t remember what we had been talking about.

I remember him nervously fretting with his fly, and how salty his dick tasted. I remember he scarcely knew what to do with himself. I remember seeing you out of the corner of my eye, so turned on you could barely resist touching yourself, your skin somehow visibly rippling with arousal even through your clothes.

I remember pulling out and telling him to do to my throat what I was about to do to his girlfriend’s cunt, and how that awoke the animal in him. How he grabbed me by the hair and facefucked me through my splutters, finally half withdrawing as he came to make sure I could taste his thick load. Read more »

Caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend and sentenced him to the 100 [MMF] [bdsm] [247] [chastity]

I’m not the jealous type and so if my boyfriend and my girlfriend want to fuck that’s no skin off my nose. But I am their master and out of deference to my authority I do ask that they ask permission first. If I’m feeling particularly churlish I might say no, but 99 times out of 100 I’ll say yes, perhaps extracting a “tax” from them if I’m in the mood.

So when I caught my boyfriend fucking my girlfriend it wasn’t an act of betrayal, but it was an act of defiance, and that’s much much worse.

I’d gone out for a run but hadn’t been feeling it and came back to the flat early. As soon as I entered the door I could hear that they were at it and I rushed to the bedroom to catch him balls deep inside her. They both leapt to their feet and started yammering excuses about how they’d got caught up in the moment and were going to tell me the second I got home but I held up my hand for silence, strode over to the toybox, and threw them each a ballgag to indicate that I wasn’t in the mood to talk this one out. They knew better than to defy me further and each meekly applied the gags. Then I marched him, still naked, over to the wall where the manacles hung down from the ceiling, chained his wrists up above his head, sentenced him to the 100, ignored his desperate attempts to splutter for me to show him mercy through his gag, and went and fucked her, right where he had been fucking her moments before (although probably not quite as gently) as he looked on, thinking about the enormity of my punishment. Read more »

The best birthday, pt2 [MF/not entirely binary] [swing] [bd] [mast]

Monica put on a dressing gown and threw one to me, and went to answer the door. I knew it was Erica because only Erica would have done what Erica did next and just walk straight in to the bedroom with a breezy “hi” and sit down on our sweat soaked sheets and start chatting with us both as though it was one of the most natural things in the world.

Erica was one of our oldest friends. She had introduced us to each other, and then – not much later shortly after a drunken threesome – she had introduced us to polyamory and guided us through our first hesitant steps into poly and later fetish life. Years later, but still most of a lifetime ago, we had been part of, and later all of, a polycule. She had even moved in with us for a while and we had lived as a ménage à trois. That hadn’t worked out but we had remained firm friends and occasional fuckbuddies (both separately and together) ever since. Read more »