I (26F) was feeling bratty. Then I met a brat tamer. [BDSM] [Dom/sub]

Months ago, I was in the wedding of a close friend. It was 70s themed: the bridesmaids were in peasant dresses, the groom was in corduroy, and there were *so many* disco balls. I knew a handful of people there and managed to catch up with them during the reception. My date for the wedding was a friend who’s into the BDSM scene, though we weren’t in any sort of relationship. During the course of the reception, we danced to hits from the 70s and I did my best (poor) imitation of disco-ing in a peasant dress.

After we sent the happy couple off to catch a red-eye flight, 6 or 7 of us grabbed drinks from the hotel bar and settled down to visit. A few drinks in, I started fiddling with the neckline of my dress. It caught the attention of a friend named Mikhail. He’s introverted – always watching and analyzing but rarely contributing to the conversation unless he’s interested in the topic. And a big man – not heavy, per se, but bulky.

[25F] Last night’s show for the neighbors: Indulged my submissive self with the help of a Dom.

A number of you have graciously offered to give me help, especially following my recent office stunts. I can’t thank you enough. What I ended up doing is giving myself a quick orgasm in a parking lot – just enough to take the edge off. Then I went to the after-work activity and enjoyed it with a soaking wet thong.

I got home and desperately wanted to be dominated. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s an incredible feeling. You don’t have to overthink, worry, strategize your next move, or even wonder when/if you’ll finish. Because someone else is in charge. It’s a deep, intense pleasure. And as much pleasure as I get from being controlled in this arena, Doms get from being the controller.

Luckily, just as I was about to get sub glooms, a Dom reached out and offered to help me as a one-off. Being the slut I am, I accepted. Immediately.

[25F] Fucked myself with a pen at the office yesterday. Gave that pen to a hot coworker today. (Nonfiction, masturbation, office, D/s themes)

Following my masturbation session at the office (check my post history), one of you suggested I give the pen I used to a hot coworker. It was a quick twist to things and I loved the idea.

After settling in and taking care of the most important things of the day, I found the pen in question and decided it could use a…refresh. So I quickly slipped it into my pencil skirt and put the tip into my pussy. I started to get wet almost immediately.

I went back to my keyboard and sent a memo before starting to shift in my chair, loving the incongruity of working and being wet. The shift of the pen as I squirmed was so hot. Over the next 30 minutes, I slowly moved it further into me, trying to keep my professional face on. Once I got to a stopping point, I quickly pulled the pen out of me – it was shining and almost but not quite dripping.

[F25] Slut’s fantasy about being a server and sexual plaything at a wealthy party. [Fantasy] [Slut] [Power exchange]

It’s afternoon. Well dressed guests are spread throughout a mansion’s entertaining spaces. Music from a string quartet drifts through the air with the sound of voices. Elaborate gardens serve as a backdrop to the scene. Servers in the requisite black and white pass finger food and champagne, which I’m refilling. Everyone is mingling and chatting.

Then I see someone in a bow tie grab one of the passing servants by the ass and feel her up while continuing his conversation with another guest. And I’m not surprised – our contracts stated that we’re also part of the entertainment.

I am surprised a few minutes later when a woman points me in the direction of a man who clearly doesn’t need a refill. The way he looks at me as I walk up is clinical, the way you’d analyze a menu before deciding what you’ll order. He nods just as I reach him and takes my arm, champagne and all. He leads me to the nearest wall, pushes me against it, and puts the champagne bottle against my lips. I drink, and feel his hands roaming over me.