Author: BDSMWriter

[FF] My GF and I had a threesome with our [f]riendly neighbor (Part 3)

I was left alone for hours. I could hear my girlfriend and neighbor coming and going and talking and laughing. At some point one of them entered into the attic and rummaged around for a few things. I asked if they were enjoying themselves – no reply. I ask if I were getting let out anytime soon – no reply. I asked if I could be of use as a sex toy – no reply.

My bratty side would have bubbled to the surface. Stomping my feet and yelling out. Not because I was unhappy. Because I wanted attention. But my mind was so foggy I simply continued to lay down, eventually I fell asleep.

I slipped in and out of my ‘nap’ and eventually came to feel as if I slept for a while. The house was stone silent. For some reason I just had the feeling that they were gone. I called out a few times, knowing that because I had been silent for so long I might get a reply. Nothing. I was either abandoned, or ignored. Read more »

[FT] My[f] girlfriend and I had a [t]hreesome with our neighbor[f] – Part 2

Our ‘play space’ is in the attic, and was half complete, but featured a metal cot and a small padded mattress on the far side of the third floor. I had drilled a few threaded eye bolts into the wooden beams for obvious reasons, I just never assumed this would all be put to use so suddenly, and by Meg.

After Jen left, Meg turned to my come covered face and chest and beckoned me upstairs to clean up. 

“Go clean up, I’m tired and I need a shower, but we have to get you into bed first.”

*Get me into bed?* I had a sinking feeling I was the first one that was being put into a little corner of the attic Meg called the slave quarters. I was still turned on, but I would be remiss if I didn’t wish to cuddle in bed and discuss what happened and what will happen. Meg was still in her ‘role’ and if I were to voice dissension or displeasure it would kill the vibe. That I knew. Plus – I was adamant with her multiple times – that when she was feeling it as the Top she could go for it. “Don’t worry about me or my feelings, okay?” I would tell her. So, there was no chance I was going to suggest something otherwise.  Read more »

[FT] My girlfriend[T] and I[F] had a threesome with our new neighbor[F]

The girlfriend and I moved into a house not too long ago, and as responsible new homeowners we purchased a snow blower to deal with east coast winters. I refused to shovel our driveway as it’s very long and I’m not a huge fan of manual labor. 

We didn’t know just how rewarding owning one would be.

We haven’t met a number of our neighbors as the winter has been harsh and nobody has been outside. It’s hard to greet anybody when you know they just want to go back into the warmth of their home.

However, we had a snow and ice storm earlier in the month, and our next door neighbor Jen hadn’t been home in time to take care of all the ice and snow. It hardened into a solid chunk and made her driveway impassable until it melted. Read more »

[FT] Bondage, Blowjobs and Armbinders

[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend & girlfriend, and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]

The armbinder was one of my favorite pieces of bondage gear. I had no idea something of this extravagance could exist until I was placed in one back in college. I loved the look, the feel, the straps that hugged my arms and shoulders. Be it one that laced up or zippered, locked on or just buckled. Black, pink, white. You name it, I was into it.

And I was into it.

We went out to brunch that Sunday morning and talked about everything but kink. Despite what was on my mind – all the things I still wanted to do with my gear and toys – I didn’t want to overwhelm her or have this weekend appear as a sex fueled fling that would fizzle come the work week.  Read more »

[FT] My Girlfriend and I – Date Night

[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend and girlfriend and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]

“You didn’t tell me my wardrobe options would be limited when you put this…cage…on me…”

“Locked it on you. You look amazing, I love the sundress. Did you know I’m a sucker for high heels, too?”

I wore my own pair of black stilettos. I didn’t wear heels outside of the bedroom much at all, but I wanted to give off a classy but powerful vibe. Like a seductive boss. But as Meg called it weeks later I looked like a high-end call girl in my leather pencil skirt and plunging top. I took that as a compliment.

Meg was in a flowery and flirty dress – a mix of cocktail and summer day – stockings, and her own pair of heels in a black chunkie bootie style. It was a good thing I wore heels, she would have been towering over me, and that isn’t useful when you’re trying to give off a vibe. Read more »

[FT] My Girlfriend and I – The Night We Met

[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend and girlfriend Meg and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]

“Who’s the tall blonde?” I asked my friend. A bunch of my friends and friends of friends were out bar hopping back when it was easy to do. My friend took a second to see who I was looking at.

“Oh, that’s my sisters sorority sister Meg. Should I ask why you want to know? Or do I just assume you’re going to flirt with her all night and disappear?”

My reputation proceeds myself. Often.

The night went on, I kept staring at Meg, she was tall and gorgeous, her legs were toned and tanned. I wanted to say hello but was picking my spot when she wasn’t with anyone. You can’t just barge in and introduce yourself. That’s weird. Once she went to the bar, I moved in.

“Hi, I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Olivia!”

She smiled, her eyes were twinkling I swear.  Read more »

[FF] My Weekend as a Puppy (Part III)

The chair shuffled across the hardwood floors that I had just became comfortable on as my Owner sat down before me. I was curled up at her feet, but she quickly snapped her fingers to bring me to attention. Obediently I sat upright on my knees, my butt pressed into my heels, my paws held up to my shoulders as if I were begging for a treat. She went through various commands: heel, speak, roll-over, playdead, fetch etc

I happily obliged, wagging my tail and presenting my ass to her with my head down on the ground. She ran her hands over my body as I cuddled up against her leg, pinching my nipples and smacking my butt playfully. I took to humping her leg in my arousal, to which she shoo’d me away with a throw of an object, yelling fetch. I came back hastily with the flesh colored cock held in my mouth, under my snout, like a dog with a bone. Figuratively.

A few more throws as my gear jingled and clattered through her house, down the creaking floorboards of her hallway. I barked when I would return, wagging my tail as she held up the gag and asked me Do you want thecock, girl? arf! arf!, panting through my hood and gleefully pupping out like never before. Read more »

*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!* (Part II)

**II**

“This is going to be so fun!” I heard the voice exclaim from above me. My girlfriend, my dearest girlfriend, had pawned me off onto a relative stranger that had what I imagine a bigger pet fetish that myself. I was on the ground, my latex boy shorts sat underneath a simple belted harness that held in a faux-pup tail (one that wasn’t also a plug). A matching leather harness cross crossed my shoulders and the two silver rings in combination with the straps held up my perky tits and highlighted my nipples. This was standard puppy attire but I wasn’t aware of who decided this would be my outfit to greet my new owner.

I watched intently the brown, knee length boots as they pivoted left and right and talked to my girlfriend about her weekend plans. Eventually, the focus was turned towards me. Read more »

*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!*

**I**

I was so excited. I know I am at the height of my arousal when I feel my whole body vibrating, as if someone plugged me into an outlet and flipped the switch to on. My world is kink, I practice it daily, I write all the time, I am always on tumblr and fetlife. It’s not often that I am shaking in arousal.

The collar pivoted on its hinge, chrome and heavy, a single ring the like decoration sat in the center. There was no lock, and no buckle to keep this piece adhered around my neck. Instead, a small screw accompanied by an allen wrench was deployed to lock me into this cold, heavy piece of gear.

*–*

I love my girlfriend dearly, since the day we met she has been along for the ride on any kink or fetish I want to indulge in. She’s locked into a holy trainer most of her days, we practice the heaviest sensory deprivation and mummification we can conjure up, we’ve both spent weekends locked into our *slave closet* to service the other and speak little, and recently we’ve had two separate sissy dress-clad fembois over to our apartment for a day of debauchery and domestic servitude. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [Part VIII, Finale] [FF] [Bondage]

The bag was laid on a stool normally used for drinks and bottles of sun block. Miss Crosby packed this bag before the day began, so Anna knew this was all very well planned out. Whatever was to happen, she knew embracing it was her best option.

Her legs were chained together, on a shorter length than usual. Her steps were stunted to a hobble, and when she was cast away to the kitchen to prepare their meat and cheese board, the ladies watched in silence. Miss Crosby informed them they would have some food to dine on while “I show off Annabelle”.

She worked quickly, putting the crackers on a wooden cutting board, with chunks of the various cheese sliced uniformly, the slices of meat piled next, the grapes followed, left on the vine so they wouldn’t roll. Lastly, small knives placed around the board. Anna grabbed plates and napkins, and prayed she made it back poolside without dropping the food on the concrete. Miss Crosby instructed her to place the food spread on a shaded table underneath the shaded pergola the women had moved themselves under. Read more »